Konichiwa, minna-san! See, I too can speak Japanese! Okay, not really…
Well this is my first fanfic, and, of course, it's S+S. Although, this
might be a tad different from what you all expect. But never fear! I
promise tons of S+S WAFF, Kawaiiness, Fluff… and a perfectly happy ending.
So, please don't flame me before you read the story. Give it a chance! It
is for all hopelessly romantic readers(and authors) out there!
Disclaimer: I know I look very dignified, and talented and professional… but I don't own CCS… yet. CLAMP and Kodansha do, though, if you're interested on buying the rights for a new season… unless, of course, you're Nelvana, in which case I'll be forced to tell you: If you wish to continue the CCS butchery by retaking 'Card Captors' (*shudders*), please contact the little green aliens to whom I gave the series to last week… I believe they live somewhere in the 'Sombrero' galaxy… No, really, I don't own CCS.
Key
"speech"
'thoughts'
*actions*
_*scene change/flashback*_
No Need To Move On: Prologue
_*Tomoeda Airport*_
The airport was a very busy place. People ran around, yelled, hurried to catch different planes, or to meet with people. Li Syaoran doubted there was any other place in which people experienced so much emotions. Himself, he had felt sadness, happiness, bliss, loneliness, determination… so many feelings in such a (relatively) small place. Right now, as he emerged from the flight 285 from Hong Kong, he felt nothing, except a vague numbness.
And he had all the right too. His wife, Sakura, whom he loved dearly, had passed away only three months ago. His life had begun the day he met her. Syaoran had never imagined life without Sakura. It was like trying to imagine autumn without brownish leaves falling, or April with no blooming cherry blossoms. Cherry Blossom. At first, staying in Hong Kong had seemed like the best choice, but as time went by, he found himself unable to restrain his grief. He missed his Ying Fa too much. The Li Clan palace, which had acquired such a homey feeling when she moved, had turned deathly cold after Sakura's demise. So Syaoran had made a choice: he was moving back to Tomoeda, taking his and Sakura's children with him. He wanted Kai and Megumi to grow in the cheerful, lovely place his wife was born in. He also wanted to spare his son's suffering, which he new would start as soon as he was old enough to commence the Clan's future-leader training. Syaoran had suffered too much himself with it to let his son go through it; he would train Kai himself. As Sakura had always wanted…
"Syaoran!" a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. Syaoran scanned the crowd, his gaze finally landing on Tomoyo Daidouji's/Hiragizawa's friendly face. Beside her, her husband Eriol Hiragizawa was standing.
"Tomoyo! Eriol!" Syaoran walked towards his old friends. When he reached them, Tomoyo greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, furred Kai's hair, and immediately took little Megumi from his arms. Syaoran turned to Eriol, and they clasped hands.
"You know," Syaoran told the couple, "you didn't have to come fetch us."
"We know," Eriol answered, "But we wanted to. And besides, I haven't seen my little goddaughter in a long time!"
"Not to mention kawaii, little Kai," Tomoyo added, making baby faces at the infant in her arms. "Well, how about we get going? Unless you want to hang around the airport for a bit more?"
"I'm all set, I just have to…" Syaoran answered, but Eriol interrupted.
"You're luggage is taken care off," then he added with a smile, " my cute descendant." Those three words would usually annoy Syaoran, but today, they only caused a slight smile.
"Okay, let's go!" Syaoran said, while picking up Kai and placing him on his shoulders, to the child's great delight. And so, the group made their way to the parking lot, where they climbed on board the Hiragizawa's suburban.
_*On the Ride*_
'So, what do you think of my descendant?' Eriol asked Tomoyo telepathically. Eriol had granted this ability to Tomoyo sometime after their marriage.
'He looks… different. Very calm.'. Tomoyo answered.
'I know. He didn't even react to the 'descendant' part!'
'Isn't that a good thing?'
'I suppose it might be… I'm proud of him.'
'And why is that?'
'He's handling the tragedy very well. I would have thought that he'd crawl back into his emotional shell, and re-emerge as the cold person he was before he met Sakura.'
'But he didn't, though. Not yet, at least.'
'Indeed-' Eriol was interrupted by the very topic of his and his wife's discussion.
"Say, Eriol, were are your daughters, Sonomi and Nadeshiko ? And were are we going?" Syaoran asked.
"Why, to the Kinomoto household. Fujitaka is baby-sitting the twins, so we're picking them up. Besides, I thought they would enjoy seeing you." Syaoran gulped. He was, for the first time since his childhood, nervous. He hadn't seen either Fujitaka or Touya since- since Sakura's funeral. What if they blamed him for what happened? Touya was more than likely to. Well, it was no use avoiding them; they were part of his family, and besides, whatever happened, he would deal with it when it did.
"We're here!" Tomoyo said in a cheerful voice as the van pulled into a very familiar driveway.
So, how was it? Very dark? Very sad? Very silly? Very SHORT? Tell me! I, personally, consider it the 'Lamest Chapter That Ever Lived'. Although, chapters aren't alive so technically… aw, forget it! Whatever you think, PLEASE, don't stop reading! As you can see, I left a sort of cliffhanger… I hate doing that, so don't panic! The next chapter is already written, and will be updated as soon as I receive 5 Reviews… This fic WILL get better, I promise! Please, review (even flames, I don't mind them…much)!
Kirjava signing off!
Disclaimer: I know I look very dignified, and talented and professional… but I don't own CCS… yet. CLAMP and Kodansha do, though, if you're interested on buying the rights for a new season… unless, of course, you're Nelvana, in which case I'll be forced to tell you: If you wish to continue the CCS butchery by retaking 'Card Captors' (*shudders*), please contact the little green aliens to whom I gave the series to last week… I believe they live somewhere in the 'Sombrero' galaxy… No, really, I don't own CCS.
Key
"speech"
'thoughts'
*actions*
_*scene change/flashback*_
No Need To Move On: Prologue
_*Tomoeda Airport*_
The airport was a very busy place. People ran around, yelled, hurried to catch different planes, or to meet with people. Li Syaoran doubted there was any other place in which people experienced so much emotions. Himself, he had felt sadness, happiness, bliss, loneliness, determination… so many feelings in such a (relatively) small place. Right now, as he emerged from the flight 285 from Hong Kong, he felt nothing, except a vague numbness.
And he had all the right too. His wife, Sakura, whom he loved dearly, had passed away only three months ago. His life had begun the day he met her. Syaoran had never imagined life without Sakura. It was like trying to imagine autumn without brownish leaves falling, or April with no blooming cherry blossoms. Cherry Blossom. At first, staying in Hong Kong had seemed like the best choice, but as time went by, he found himself unable to restrain his grief. He missed his Ying Fa too much. The Li Clan palace, which had acquired such a homey feeling when she moved, had turned deathly cold after Sakura's demise. So Syaoran had made a choice: he was moving back to Tomoeda, taking his and Sakura's children with him. He wanted Kai and Megumi to grow in the cheerful, lovely place his wife was born in. He also wanted to spare his son's suffering, which he new would start as soon as he was old enough to commence the Clan's future-leader training. Syaoran had suffered too much himself with it to let his son go through it; he would train Kai himself. As Sakura had always wanted…
"Syaoran!" a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. Syaoran scanned the crowd, his gaze finally landing on Tomoyo Daidouji's/Hiragizawa's friendly face. Beside her, her husband Eriol Hiragizawa was standing.
"Tomoyo! Eriol!" Syaoran walked towards his old friends. When he reached them, Tomoyo greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, furred Kai's hair, and immediately took little Megumi from his arms. Syaoran turned to Eriol, and they clasped hands.
"You know," Syaoran told the couple, "you didn't have to come fetch us."
"We know," Eriol answered, "But we wanted to. And besides, I haven't seen my little goddaughter in a long time!"
"Not to mention kawaii, little Kai," Tomoyo added, making baby faces at the infant in her arms. "Well, how about we get going? Unless you want to hang around the airport for a bit more?"
"I'm all set, I just have to…" Syaoran answered, but Eriol interrupted.
"You're luggage is taken care off," then he added with a smile, " my cute descendant." Those three words would usually annoy Syaoran, but today, they only caused a slight smile.
"Okay, let's go!" Syaoran said, while picking up Kai and placing him on his shoulders, to the child's great delight. And so, the group made their way to the parking lot, where they climbed on board the Hiragizawa's suburban.
_*On the Ride*_
'So, what do you think of my descendant?' Eriol asked Tomoyo telepathically. Eriol had granted this ability to Tomoyo sometime after their marriage.
'He looks… different. Very calm.'. Tomoyo answered.
'I know. He didn't even react to the 'descendant' part!'
'Isn't that a good thing?'
'I suppose it might be… I'm proud of him.'
'And why is that?'
'He's handling the tragedy very well. I would have thought that he'd crawl back into his emotional shell, and re-emerge as the cold person he was before he met Sakura.'
'But he didn't, though. Not yet, at least.'
'Indeed-' Eriol was interrupted by the very topic of his and his wife's discussion.
"Say, Eriol, were are your daughters, Sonomi and Nadeshiko ? And were are we going?" Syaoran asked.
"Why, to the Kinomoto household. Fujitaka is baby-sitting the twins, so we're picking them up. Besides, I thought they would enjoy seeing you." Syaoran gulped. He was, for the first time since his childhood, nervous. He hadn't seen either Fujitaka or Touya since- since Sakura's funeral. What if they blamed him for what happened? Touya was more than likely to. Well, it was no use avoiding them; they were part of his family, and besides, whatever happened, he would deal with it when it did.
"We're here!" Tomoyo said in a cheerful voice as the van pulled into a very familiar driveway.
So, how was it? Very dark? Very sad? Very silly? Very SHORT? Tell me! I, personally, consider it the 'Lamest Chapter That Ever Lived'. Although, chapters aren't alive so technically… aw, forget it! Whatever you think, PLEASE, don't stop reading! As you can see, I left a sort of cliffhanger… I hate doing that, so don't panic! The next chapter is already written, and will be updated as soon as I receive 5 Reviews… This fic WILL get better, I promise! Please, review (even flames, I don't mind them…much)!
Kirjava signing off!