Ne, yet another story rolling out from yours truly! Believe me, I have a
STOREHOUSE of CCS fics stored on my compy! XD Well this one is an older
one. Dedicated to Emily-chan cause she helped inspire me to write this a
long time ago when the CCS board was still up @.@. Wellsa, on with tha
story!
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Did unconsciously following someone around count as stalking? Syaoran scratched his head and wondered. Somehow, he had ended up trailing Sakura to her house. He hadn't meant to, hadn't sent little messages from his brain telling his feet to track hers. Yet, here he was. From inside of her simple home, he heard laughter, and his fuzzy brain registered Sakura's joyful, tinkling laugh from memory. For a moment, he longed to ring her doorbell just to see her happy face once more. Then, attempting to shove any and all thoughts of Sakura to the back of his head (where they just didn't seem to stay), he plodded back to his quiet apartment.
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Far away, another young man was sighing for matters of the heart. In his hand he held a red ribbon that had come from a certain young lady's raven- kissed hair. Eriol rubbed his temple, wondering what power Meiling had over him to make him feel so. It wasn't as if she had any magical powers or anything like that. But such a bewitching personality… How her voice made his heart ring! Sighing, he pulled his covers closer to his chin and drifted off into the realm of sleepers.
"Eriol…" A voice was calling him in his deep slumber.
"Hai?" Eriol answered, waiting for the speaker to show his/herself.
"It is I, your former self. How are you faring?" Clow stepped out from swirling mists and greeted Eriol.
"Clow… I might have guessed that you would choose such an entrance, even in one's dreams," Eriol quipped calmly.
"Younger self, I come to you tonight to warn you. You are all together too confident," Clow sighed, "Things don't always go as planned, even for a certain distinguished little magician. Remember, love can come in any shape or form, little one. You need to be all together more wary. You are not the only obstacle that Sakura must face." With that curious statement, Clow Reed vaporized and left Eriol wondering.
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Eriol awoke, and stretching, he sauntered onto his balcony. There, he considered Clow Reed's words while pacing back and forth. He couldn't make any sense of it. Perhaps, all Clow was hinting was that Eriol needed to keep an open mind. Shrugging his shoulders as if the action might shrug off Clow's words, he went back to his bed.
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The next morning, as Syaoran yanked his uniform on, similar sounds could be heard from Meiling's room as she pulled her own on. Both were running late as in an attempt to cheer Syaoran up, Meiling had spent half the night making him eat and play games. It had helped, although Syaoran would be the last to admit it. The feeling of being wanted and belonging was strong then. She was such an enthusiastic and crazy person that he often found it hard to believe that she was related to him.
"Mr. Xiaolang, Miss Meiling, your breakfast is ready," Wei announced.
"OK!" Meiling cried while stuffing papers into her backpack,
"Eh," Syaoran grunted as he smashed two more binders into his own backpack. Unluckily, Wei had prepared a grand meal for the two, one that demanded mouth-stuffing to finish in 5 minutes. Meiling was already seated and cramming a pancake into her cheeks when Syaoran dashed in. He proceeded to fill himself with his bacon and a muffin. Wei stared as his two generally somewhat civil charges stuffed their cheeks.
"Fanks, Wei!" Meiling called and hurried out the front door.
"…Ea, ranks!" Syaoran managed.
"Woo wook wike a wamster!" Meiling laughed at Syaoran and Syaoran only stopped to stick his tongue out at her, something he normally wouldn't do. While racing off in the direction of the school, their cheeks slowly went back to their original sizes.
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Did unconsciously following someone around count as stalking? Syaoran scratched his head and wondered. Somehow, he had ended up trailing Sakura to her house. He hadn't meant to, hadn't sent little messages from his brain telling his feet to track hers. Yet, here he was. From inside of her simple home, he heard laughter, and his fuzzy brain registered Sakura's joyful, tinkling laugh from memory. For a moment, he longed to ring her doorbell just to see her happy face once more. Then, attempting to shove any and all thoughts of Sakura to the back of his head (where they just didn't seem to stay), he plodded back to his quiet apartment.
~~~~~~~~~
Far away, another young man was sighing for matters of the heart. In his hand he held a red ribbon that had come from a certain young lady's raven- kissed hair. Eriol rubbed his temple, wondering what power Meiling had over him to make him feel so. It wasn't as if she had any magical powers or anything like that. But such a bewitching personality… How her voice made his heart ring! Sighing, he pulled his covers closer to his chin and drifted off into the realm of sleepers.
"Eriol…" A voice was calling him in his deep slumber.
"Hai?" Eriol answered, waiting for the speaker to show his/herself.
"It is I, your former self. How are you faring?" Clow stepped out from swirling mists and greeted Eriol.
"Clow… I might have guessed that you would choose such an entrance, even in one's dreams," Eriol quipped calmly.
"Younger self, I come to you tonight to warn you. You are all together too confident," Clow sighed, "Things don't always go as planned, even for a certain distinguished little magician. Remember, love can come in any shape or form, little one. You need to be all together more wary. You are not the only obstacle that Sakura must face." With that curious statement, Clow Reed vaporized and left Eriol wondering.
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Eriol awoke, and stretching, he sauntered onto his balcony. There, he considered Clow Reed's words while pacing back and forth. He couldn't make any sense of it. Perhaps, all Clow was hinting was that Eriol needed to keep an open mind. Shrugging his shoulders as if the action might shrug off Clow's words, he went back to his bed.
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The next morning, as Syaoran yanked his uniform on, similar sounds could be heard from Meiling's room as she pulled her own on. Both were running late as in an attempt to cheer Syaoran up, Meiling had spent half the night making him eat and play games. It had helped, although Syaoran would be the last to admit it. The feeling of being wanted and belonging was strong then. She was such an enthusiastic and crazy person that he often found it hard to believe that she was related to him.
"Mr. Xiaolang, Miss Meiling, your breakfast is ready," Wei announced.
"OK!" Meiling cried while stuffing papers into her backpack,
"Eh," Syaoran grunted as he smashed two more binders into his own backpack. Unluckily, Wei had prepared a grand meal for the two, one that demanded mouth-stuffing to finish in 5 minutes. Meiling was already seated and cramming a pancake into her cheeks when Syaoran dashed in. He proceeded to fill himself with his bacon and a muffin. Wei stared as his two generally somewhat civil charges stuffed their cheeks.
"Fanks, Wei!" Meiling called and hurried out the front door.
"…Ea, ranks!" Syaoran managed.
"Woo wook wike a wamster!" Meiling laughed at Syaoran and Syaoran only stopped to stick his tongue out at her, something he normally wouldn't do. While racing off in the direction of the school, their cheeks slowly went back to their original sizes.