sage: I thought we'd covered this before
Lawyers: Not well enough.
sage: Right. Cause y'know, I'm writing fanfiction and all, since I own CCS.
Lawyers: Sarcasm is not a proper disclaimer.
sage: Bite me.
liminal
You told your great tale
and it's always the same
quite a shame that it goes this way
is what you said.
How very bizarre
all those blood-letting games
quite a shame that it goes this way
is what you said.
BT ~ Shame
His return bothered me. More than I knew it would, but less than his illness does now. I expected him to come back and glare at the lot of us –well, at me –while he took Sakura on long walks in the park and held her hand. I expected him to stay late to help her study for math. I expected him to smile for her and be as distant from the rest of us as he could manage.
I never thought he could change this much.
Sakura woke up proud the morning of his arrival. She would pick him up from the airport with her brand new driver's permit. She called every one of the numbers she'd collected in her previous efforts, making sure the apartment was ready –paid for, furnished, address thrice confirmed. She'd picked up the key the day before.
Father was away on a dig. I felt that that couldn't be a coincidence. I was about ready to tell her I'd ride along when she went to the airport, but Yuki dissuaded me. "It's Li-kun. Everything's fine."
And it was, strangely enough. The boy Sakura brought back was so different from the one I'd known that I almost felt forced to like him. His features had sharpened and thinned out, baby fat completely gone. His eyes were more honest, though as powerful as ever… He was beautiful. And it hurt to admit that, since I knew that was a final seal on Sakura's eventual departure.
The change had gone deeper too. Something inside of him had broken, the constraints and patterns of years abandoned for a new poignant freedom. He had a sort of amiable arrogance that he could pull off because he had the skills and knew their limits.
Despite myself, and every principle I ever held dear, I admired the guy. Yuki might have even gotten me to admit I liked him.
It seems hard to believe it's even possible to take down a person that
alive. But there he is, sallow and feverish. Sakura sits on the floor
next to the bed, too stunned to cry or grieve. Her blank expression and
the brat's sick one might spell the end of everything Sakura's been
working so hard to build.
Metatext:
Meta-: more comprehensive: transcending meta psychology -- used with the name of a discipline to designate a new but related discipline designed to deal critically with the original one metamathematics.
Text: (1) the original words and form of a written or printed work.
Metatext: my obnoxious, pretentious way of referring to author's notes. Call me a lit-geek. Go ahead, you want to.
Don't flame me, I won't kill him. Or maybe that's what I want you to think. Mwahahahahaaa! *ahem*. Yes.
This little fic is threatening to become a painfully time consuming epic. Unfortunately I don't have much time to consume. I'll try though. This is manga continuity, minus the last, what? five pages? Basically, Syaoran does not return when Clamp says he does. Can I do that? Not sure, but I'll die trying.
Lawyers: *ready to pounce with semiautomatics, knives and baseball bats*
Or not. Preferably... Also: no Meilin. Also: no Wei. Also: less cards to
deal with. Manga continuity really makes life simpler.
All the music quoted and mentioned exists and is very cool. Keep an ear
out for it, if you can. I don't own it any of it either, unless cds and
mp3s count. So the lawyers can just fuck off.
"Liminal" means "of or relating to a sensory threshold ". I've seen it used to mean "prologue", which is really cool when you consider its definition. With that out of the way, I leave you to review.
Try not to have too much fun.