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Chapter One: Meeting You
"Ohohohohohohoho! Stop it, I beg of you!"
I shrugged and tilted my head to the shafts of sunlight peeking though the windows. It was an absolutely gorgeous Monday morning, even if it was the start of school. Oh well. You can't avoid it.
"Please please please! I'll do anything, anything you ask!"
I enjoyed the feel of warm, cheerful sunlight on my face. The weather was cooperating well, and the mist had just lifted. I wondered if Sakura's Mist Card did that. Nevertheless, it's nice out anyway ...
"Stop stop stop stop stop stop STOP!"
I lifted my hands from a squirming, cat-like creature. His bluish-green ears were twitching and his small body was curled up into a fetal position. He still shook with reluctant laughter. "Admit it, Suppi! Your - name - is - Suppi!"
"No!" Suppi stood up daintily, tears of mirth still shining on the jet-black cheeks. "My name's Spinel Sun!"
I waved my hands threateningly at him and he backed away. "I - I can transform! And blast you into a thousand little pieces!"
Sure, when tigers turn spotted and dance the macarena around me.
"I will! I promise!" Suppi began glowing a furious blue-green light. "I'll do anything to avoid that again!"
Damn. Maybe tigers will turn spotted and dance the macarena around me.
Then something clicked in my mind. "Anything?" I asked innocently, reaching behind my back and crossing my fingers. Suppi nodded violently as the light began to fade. "Anything!" "Repeat after me," I instructed, and poor, naive Suppi did just so. "My," I began. Suppi followed obediently. "Name is Suppi."
Suppi repeated it until the meaning settled in. "Oh no," he groaned, putting his face into his paws. "I'm done for." "No you aren't," I said cheerfully as I opened the door and stuck my head out. "You're just done for."
"That's what I said!"
"Oh Eriooooooool!" I called.
"Don't! No!" Suppi hissed at me. I ignored him and yelled even louder. "Eriooool!"
"What is it, Nakuru?" Eriol looked up the stairway. He began mounting the steps up to where I was and entered the room. Suppi cowered at a corner as I very, very cheerfully explained. "You see, Spinel Sun has just changed his name to ... drumroll please," I paused for effect and to imagine the drumroll. "Suppi!" I finished, grinning.
"Oh, really?" Eriol asked mildly. I nodded. "Yep! And I have it all on tape!" I patted my trusty tape recorder that I had hidden beneath my clothes.
"Suppi, you better start acting nicer to me or I'll have this copied out. Then I'll get a copy for Yue, for Sakura ... "
***
I dipped my ankles into the pool and waded out a little. I found the stone seat exactly five steps from the edge of the pool and sat down on it. Half my body was submerged in water, whereas the other half was out in the open air. My long brown hair trailed in the water behind me, fanning out like a peacock's tail. I slid my hands into the water, quietly taking the pleasure of the untouched atmosphere completely unbroken by any noise.
Anyone who knew me would be surprised. I'm not a serious person, and I know it. But there's a dreamy, solemn side to me, a side that I can't fathom nor care to. Maybe it just comes with being one of Clow's creations.
I stopped moving and became deathly still. The water calmed and I saw the reflection of the full moon in front of me. Reaching out, I tried to grab it, but the water splintered into millions of agitated ripples. Almost magnetically, I looked up and gazed at the moon. Sure enough, it was there, serenely beautiful. Sometimes I imagine that I look like the moon: patient and silently fair. But you're not, this wicked little voice inside me protests. You're just this clumsy girl that everyone accepts because they have to.
What's that?
My inner sense stretched and sprang up, fully alert. I stood too, my school uniform darkened and soaked with the icy water. I pinpointed the source almost immediately and swung towards it, eyes narrowed. I was getting ready to transform if necessary.
Even as I looked, the magical, silver light appeared, flickering. It was a small dot of light; only a small dot of light. It could have been a firefly. But I knew it was more.
The light began shining brighter and brighter, and eventually, it transformed into a portal of dancing beams. It was a portal all right ... I was certain of that. A magical portal that has the ability to tranport anyone anywhere.
But portals didn't just appear in forests, in the middle of my secret glade, at that. They could not be conjured and only appeared in certain places. My eyes glowed pink and I began forming an ice-crystal in my left hand.
A figure formed and began struggling out of the portal. Uncertainly, I inched slightly closer as it became more outligned; clearer. It broke free of the portal and fell in a heap to the forest floor. I involuntarily took a step back, my hand to my heart, as he looked up at me.
Oh God, help me.
He was beautiful.
He had long, white hair that tumbled down his shoulders in a silky sheet. The silverish hair cast a halo on his face. His eyes were a mysterious pale green, a tint that I had never even seen before. He was dressed in robes, simple ones, of white, the only decoration being the black ribbon tied about his waist. I recognied them as training robes; I had a pair. Ceremonial robes, used for battling, would always be more intricate. His lips were very kissable, I realized dreamily. They were soft and pursed in the sweetest way possible. This man was casting a spell on me, and I was falling under it, even if I didn't know his name!
From his position on the floor, he looked at me, my ice-crystal fully formed in my hand. With a growl, he rolled and leapt up, an orb of fire in his hand, in the shape of a star. His eyes, too, were glowing, like mine: but in a sharper shade of green.
I let my hand fall to my side and relaxed myself. Once I ensured that my eyes were not glowing and that I displayed no outward sign of magic, I turned to him.
***
When Sojel fell through the portal, he hadn't expected anyone to see him. After all, it was the dead of night, and the portal opened in the middle of the forest. But saints alive, there was someone, and it was a girl. A woman, really.
She faced him with her eyes glowing a light pink and an ice-crystal in her hand. A commander of ice magic, under the moon sign, he'd registered almost immediately. Even though she was half-crouched, he was impressed by the natural way she held herself. A good fighter, he believed.
But he was bewitched by her beauty more than anything else. Not only did she look gorgeous (and had a wonderful body too - Sojel slapped himself inwardly before he could think of any other not-too-clean thoughts), but she showed a personality that was clear as a bell. Dreamy, yet fiery, solemn, yet goofy - he could practically feel the different sides of her clashing, the result being this fantastic woman in front of him.
Oh no, he was falling in love.
Sojel was brought by to reality by the girl's voice. "Who are you?" she asked sharply, as her magic faded. She kept her battle stance, though.
Sojel let the magic die before replying her. "My name is Sojel. Who are you?" he snapped in return, suspicion flooding his mind again. She couldn't be an Arit ... she couldn't. This creature before him was just so perfect ...
"You can call me Nakuru."
"Call you, eh? Not your real name, is it?" He hated himself for being so rude to her, but he had no other choice. If she were by some absolutely remote chance an Arit, he couldn't risk toppling head over heels in love.
"I'm known, also, as Ruby Moon."
Sojel's mind clicked on something. Ruby Moon. But that meant ... that meant ... the original Card Captor ...
"Did you say Ruby Moon?" he asked helplessly.
The woman arched an eyebrow. "Yes."
***
Why was he acting so surprised? I looked at him critically. My feelings protested, but I ignored them as well as I could. "Did you say Ruby Moon?" he asked faintly. "Yes," I said, exasperated.
"I know you can't trust me now, but you have to. Please." Sojel fixed me with an unwavering look, and I could feel myself melting.
"I am from the future."
Author's Notes
Yep, yet another new story. You guys are gonna kill me for not continuing the other stories as often as I should … gomen ne.
What do you guys think of Sojel? Yeah, I admit that I was kinda thinking about Yue when I created him, but his hand isn't as long or thick as Yue's.
Oh, and 'I' am Nakuru. If you can't tell, then you're denser than Sakura, which is to say very dense. ^.- If you want me to e-mail you when I update my stories, please just tell me in your reviews. If you're not with ff.net then you have to type out your e-mail. ^-^
