Destinie
Woohoo! First fic here, folks! The all-time favorite couples, duh. Sakura and Syaoran! W00t! And Tomoyo and Eriol! Time to stop my rambling! I don't care about/for flames. They're pointless, DUH.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything anyone recognizes. Especially CCS! (sadly.)
Proceleusmatic
Please R&R!
Once upon a time, there was a land.
It was prosperous, but fell into darkness around 3000 A.N. The people were terrorized daily by murderous creatures that swooped down from the realms of Infinity… that place that is haunted by the Goddess Chaos.
This land was tortured, scarred. Scarred by the plague of death, the stench of it that flowed throughout the country, in the smallest cracks. In the darkest corners, young children huddled, whimpering creatures with large, dark eyes and hollow cheeks. The night was almost lighter than day; no lions with dark wings and six-inch claws shrouded the cloudy sky, shredding the air with their knife-ish teeth. Raucous men from neighboring kingdoms terrorized the fearful women at pubs, slugging cups upon cups of ale. These crowded places were popular and merry.
One in particular, the Black Gryphon, was a very well-known pub. It was large, clean, and warm. Once a monster from Infinity, a Thundertail, had entered the pub, and the bartender had dryly offered it some whisky.
It had exited several hours later, too drunk to even fly.
The story begins there.
A young girl sat on top of the two-story hut, her left leg stretched out. Her right leg was huddled up close to her chest, being hugged by slender arms. She was sixteen.
She stared into the starry sky. A lone fireclaw soared across the pitch-black night, leaving a trail of glistening raindrops that slowly fell into fire, vanishing inches from the girl's face. She leaned back and stared upwards solemnly and resolutely. Her dark green eyes glistened black and gold as the fireclaw did a single turn backwards, backwatering into a halt next to her head.
"Nice night, Sakura," he commented. She turned her head to look into his lustrous golden-red plumage.
"Yeah. I've seen better, though…" Sakura sighed and sat up. "What are nights like in Infinity, Kharis?"
"We don't have nights or days. How many times have I told you?" Kharis' beak widened in a smile.
"Oops." Sakura muttered. She looked at her companion. "You hungry?" she asked, pulling out a dead Kan she had found. This was a small, black creature with nine legs and a round belly. Fireclaws had to eat Darkness, or black creatures from Infinity, to stay alive, or they flamed up in their own heart.
Kharis snapped up the small thing and grinned, then took flight. Sakura waved to him.
He fluttered a wing and vanished into the night.
Sakura opened a trapdoor in the thatched roof. She descended down steps into darkness, and struck a match on the wall. It flared, and she lit a torch. She stepped down into the pub and stuck the torch in an empty bracket.
Sakura sat down next to her mother, an old woman with long, stringy hair.
"How's business, okaa-san?"
"Not bad, not exceptional," the mother groaned. "Just a long night."
Sakura wasn't treated badly by her mother, just ignored. They were more like business partners than relatives. This was rational, as Sakura was adopted. She didn't know anything about her background.
"Go work the drinks, will ya?" her mother mumbled, blinking her eyes shut once again.
Sakura moaned. She hated working the drinks. The men were drunk and acted like it, too. Nevertheless, she strolled over behind the counter with her usual grace.
Meanwhile,
A young man, seventeen years old, stood inside a small room with another guy. They both held swords.
Suddenly, the first man, with hair many shades of brown and amber eyes, flew at the other, his face set with determination.
The other man, slightly taller than the first, had glasses, navy hair and a careless stance. He met the other's sword with a lazy clang, slowly settling into a fighting pose.
"You know, Syaoran," the second man said, "Why do we do this every night?" His blade slid along the first, almost reaching Syaoran's hand. Syaoran ducked under the other blade, swinging yet again. The second man, Eriol, swung his sword around behind his back, blocking the swipe.
"I know we're good, Eriol, but—" Clang. "Are we good enough to kill a Ckerebel?" Eriol winced, thinking of the strange creatures whose skeletons were on the outside of their bodies, their flesh kind of crumpled, like an un-blown balloon. Their skin rippled in the breeze grotesquely behind the bones, which made an eerie whistling noise.
They fought for several minutes more, but Eriol gained the upper hand by reaching past Syaoran's sword and piercing his thumb with his sharp nail. Syaoran, enraged, dropped his sword and kicked Eriol's out of his hand. He punched and Eriol blocked.
Syaoran planted his feet, back to Eriol, and swung his foot into Eriol's guard, spinning and planting a strike on his temple. Eriol grabbed his arm and tried to kick him, but Syaoran flipped over his head, forcing Eriol to flip with him onto the ground. Eriol swept Syaoran's feet from under him, and lay next to him.
"Done for tonight, Syaoran?" Eriol panted.
"Sure." Syaoran gave a harsh grin, Eriol a tough smile. They walked up through the loft into a bedroom with two beds. They settled into the soft sheets and drifted off to sleep, eyes wide open.
Sakura adjusted her mattress on the roof, and closed one eye. In moments she was asleep.
Eyes watched from above, gold and crazed.
BUAHAHAHAHAHHA! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! How evil! Not a bad start, eh? Please R&R.
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