Ahh, the evil disclaimers….: Ok, I don't own Cardcaptor Sakura. Nope, I don't, cause if I did, I'd make sure that whoever did Tomoyo/Madison's voice in the second Cardcaptors movie was shot down. Good lord that voice is annoying!! Lol. So, CCS isn't mine!! Boohoo. Roll your eyes and carry on, that's what I normally do
Syaoran doesn't have any sisters in this story except Meilin, I thought it would make things a bit complicated. So, The two live with their mother… whoever that is, I don't think ill be using her name at all during the course of the story.
Syaoran: 16
Meilin: 16
Eriol: 17
Sakura:15
Ghost of You
Kirralle Hazayaki
Connecticut wasn't anything exciting…not in the least. And the first impression it made in my
mind wasn't exactly a good one. My mother thought the house was great, Meilin thought so too I
suppose, she was examining the colors of the house carefully. The cracker box we now had to call
home had a startling electric blue paint color on the front of the house, the back however, was
painted a dull yellow, the paint chipping from years of wear and tear. A steady mist of rain fell lightly,
making my hair wet and having a sudden urge to stick to my face like saran wrap. Despite the
awkward coloring of the outside; the inside was much worse, the small house sat on a nice plot of
land. A little farther away from civilization than I would have liked, but the back of the house was
comprised of mostly bay window treatments to overlook the massive lake that sat placidly a few feet
away from the mushy bit of grass that littered the ground. A little way off, there was a long wooden
bridge that connected our side of the city to the other side, where most of the area was covered in
dense forests. I hadn't taken much time to look around the house, I merely noticed the bizarre paint
jobs and eccentric lighting. The den slash living room was probably to only sensibly colored room in
the house, donning a light beige color with white trim. The kitchen was graced with emerald green
wallpaper and black countertops, reminding me greatly of Emerald City in The Wizard of Oz. The
dining room must have been undergoing renovations when the previous owners left. Two of the walls
were painted a light blue while the others contradicted the blue with a heavy amount of orange. My
mothers bedroom and Meilin's were painted white… asylum white. Maybe that was what this house
was, an asylum. The people had to of been completely out of their minds to use such colors and live
in such a place. But I think my room had to be the worst of all. It was big, granted, and the closet
was sufficient enough to hold all of my strange knick-knacks. But the walls were fire-engine red with
baby-poo yellow trim. That would have to be fixed. There was, however a large bay window,
overlooking the large expanse of the lake and some of the forested part of town beyond the bridge.
Looking at it from a higher perspective, I noticed that there was a large clearing where a large dome
like thing stuck up like a sore thumb. I was a bit curious about what it was, but didn't feel inclined to
check it out. Not right now at least. Stacking the box a had with the rest of them, I shuffled to a pile
nearest my mattress and began unloading. Mom and Meilin were letting the movers get most of the
stuff anyway. I tore off the tape holding the box shut and started to shuffle through stuff that sat on my
dresser at the previous house. There were a few trophies from when I used to play sports, a picture
of me and dad before he left, Meilin on her bike when she just got it. Some letters from past
girlfriends that I haven't gotten around to throwing out, and the remote to my stereo, which was
scattered among the rest of the boxes. I could dig it up, but id rather not have mom scream at me for
blaring my ' I hate life' emo music, so she calls it. After a few hours of making my room seem
somewhat less cluttered, I tossed the empty boxes out of my window, watching them bounce off the
ground a few times before heading downstairs. I grabbed my jacket off the chair sitting randomly in
the soon to be living room, and walked out of the house into the now foggy and wet air. I called
behind to my mother that was going out and I'd be back sometime later. She replied with a grunt and
I quickly made my way to the old wooden bridge connecting my backyard to the forest. The bridge
was in anything but pristine condition, panels were missing and parts of the railings were rotting, but it
proved sturdy enough to cross a few times. The walk across the bridge had to take a good fifteen
minutes, probably less if you didn't have to be concerned about falling through to the fishy water
below. Once across however, things seemed to change. The rain and fog cleared up, where as it
could still be seen from the other side of the bridge, and my house looked somewhat presentable, not
as decrepit and small as it was up close. I shrugged and continued onwards into the forest. Inside it
was quiet, almost too quiet, if it weren't for the constant chirping of birds. I had been walking for a
good hour, I imagine because it was starting to get dark. But that could have been from how deep I
was in this place, which I didn't really know. However, my stomach began to churn and tangle into a
mess of knots when I came across a chain wire tied between two trees, a rusty sign was hanging
limply from the chain. Though caked with dirt and grime, I could read that it said "Prohibited by
law, do not enter" . Yea, right. Like some stupid sign could make me change my mind about
hopping over the chain and continuing further. Which I did. And past the sign was something
unusual… An Amphitheater.
The Amphitheater was old and trash littered the ground, but it was entrancing. However, as I
walked I couldn't help but get the feeling that I was being watched. There was a guard rail, as with
most out door stages, but it was rusted and there was a faint trace of what looked like blood
splattered against the rim. Unnerving, yes, but also intriguing. I kicked aside a few old popcorn
containers and a couple of empty beer bottles, and sat down on an old wooden chair placed oddly in
the center of the area. The sense that I was being watched grew stronger and stronger, and I couldn't
help but look over my shoulder a few times, making sure no one had followed me. Nobody had, but
someone was still there. As if out of nowhere, a girl had appeared in front of the guard rail, not two
feet away from me. "Hello." she mumbled. And I swore my heart stopped.
Weelll. What did you think?? I hope you like it!! And pleeaasse review, I wanna see what
everybody thinks!! I do hope you like it though, I put a lot of thought into it. Um, so yea. Im
still continuing NEVER LET GO and SMILE EMPTY SOUL, im just in a road block until I
can figure out where I wanna go with it. ECHOES THAT WALK THE NIGHT is currently
on hold until I can figure where the hell that story is going, cause I don't even know. I may
just delete it. But anyways, I digress.Hoped you like this, and If I get a few reviews, than
chapter 2 will be up soon!
So until next time!
Ja Ne!!