Impact
By Any Unborn Child
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~Every prince should desire to be accounted merciful, not cruel; but a new prince cannot escape a name for cruelty, for he who quells disorder by a few signal examples will, in the end, be the more merciful.~ The Prince, by Niccolò Machiavelli
Syaoran was an only child.
And he was well aware of it.
In his childhood (it seemed that long ago to him), if Syaoran was feeling lonely, he would try to find Sakura and they would play together. Otherwise, he was alone most of the time. Not that his curiosity for his father's archeological digs didn't fill up his time. He rummaged through papers and pictures of relics and landmarks past with wonder and amazement. He still did, whenever he could.
But…
Eventually…
It became lonely.
Oftentimes there was no one to share his new discoveries with.
No one who shared his interests.
Other than his father.
Who was busy most of the time anyway.
When he felt it, the loneliness became abysmal.
He would try walking around town for a while. To see if that helped.
Most of the time, he wondered where Sakura was.
Back then, she would be bounding all over the place. Who knew where she went?
He sure didn't.
These thoughts made Syaoran a little uneasy.
But that was when he met Seishiro.
Seishiro seemed very mysterious.
Very unfamiliar.
Very guarded.
Over the course of many days, Seishiro taught Syaoran a lot.
He taught Syaoran to fight to the best of his ability.
He taught Syaoran one of his most useful, and frankly the best, assets when he fought – his powerful kick.
Over time…
Syaoran's former feelings of seclusion subsided.
He had someone to talk to while his dad was away.
He had someone to confide in.
Someone he could learn from.
He didn't feel so lonely anymore.
It was later when Syaoran learned what Seishiro was really capable of.
In the years that followed Syaoran began his quest for Sakura's feathers, and had made new friends – Fai, Kurogane, and Mokona. Along his journey, he met multitudes of people in different worlds, many of which reminded him of people from Clow Country, his home.
Outo Country was where he met Seishiro once again.
It was weird.
Unexpected.
How was that even possible?
He had greeted Syaoran in an even stranger way.
"It's been a long time – Syaoran."
He said it so casually, as if it was nothing.
As if they had never been apart.
It turned out that Seishiro was the one who had manufactured the demons in the peaceful town so he could find Sakura's feather.
They met again, in Nihon Country. He had found out that Fai was turned into a vampire.
Right when something occurred, he was there to find his own piece.
Seemingly seeking out the same thing.
So that was how Seishiro worked.
How he operated.
It was all a means to an end.
His kind eyes had not betrayed his Machiavellian ways.
What did that make him?
What did that make Seishiro?
What did that make Syaoran?
In his own eyes, Seishiro intentionally knew his impact on Syaoran.
What would be done next was unclear.
Fin