Disclaimer: I do not own CCS
Author's Note: This is an AU! The pairings will be S+S and T+E. In this Syaoran is not Eriol's descendant, etc. Also Syaoran is OOC a little but it will make sense why he is later in the fic. Ages: Eriol: 19 Syaoran: 19 Sakura: 18 Tomoyo: 18
Relentless Sufferings
Prologue: It was unfortunate, for so many teenagers with immense potential to be caught in a war that has lasted for ages. Many had died during battle risking their lives for their kingdom. Even though they fought valiantly, many perished at the hands of Li Syaoran the crown prince of the Li Kingdom. Though the Kinomoto Dynasty had not given up in their fight their troops were growing thin as the king, Kinomoto Aiden, had to draft young men, the age of 13 and above for his army. Both kingdoms had won and lost battles, neither backing down from the other. No one knew why the two kingdoms loathed each other; it just was that way for as long as anyone could remember. It was said in the Ancient Scriptures of the Li Dynasty held the answer yet no one person dared to find the Scriptures because of the myth behind them. It was said that an evil force would be unleashed if a member of any dynasty save the Li Dynasty found and read the scriptures. Knowing this Li Yelan had sent her only son in search of the Ancient Scriptures hoping to find a way to solve this war without more bloodshed.
*** "Prince Syaoran! Prince Syaoran!" exclaimed a young messenger running after Syaoran who was walking at an extremely fast pace (a slow one for him). Turning around he asked with an irritated glance, "What is it?" "I have a message from Sir Eriol!" the boy said handing Syaoran the message. 'It seems the new recruits are having trouble learning the fighting stances; almost all of the veteran soldiers have passed in the wars. Hopefully mother's plan will work' Syaoran thought. "Your job is done, you may leave," Syaoran barked at the boy. After he left Syaoran headed towards the training area. As he entered the room, he witnessed sloppy stances, grimacing amateurs, and an infuriated Eriol. "Eriol, what have these bakas managed to learn?" Syaoran questioned regarding his longtime friend and ally with respect. "They can't even manage the first kata! I have no idea what to do with them. Only one person has managed to do all of what I've asked with perfection and that's Koji but he has left to meet with your sister." "You let him leave?" Syaoran asked. "Yes, he also had a note signed by your mother that he needed to be with your sister. "I bet he faked it, he used the same note when I was teaching war tactics to these rookies." Glancing at the warriors they had all dropped to one knee and had their right hand clenched in a fist over their heart. (A/N: I DO NOT OWN THAT! That is the Saiyajin way of saluting and that is owned by the people who own DBZ, not me.) "You can salute yet you cannot learn a simple kata! What is wrong? Is it too hard for you weaklings?? If you cannot learn this kata how do you expect to live during a battle???" snarled Syaoran glaring at each and every soldier. "B.B.But Prince Syaoran, many of us haven't learned martial arts before," a courageous teen stuttered trying to defend the group. A murmur of agreement washed through the crowd but halted as Syaoran death glared them once again. "What do you think we are teaching you now! If you cannot learn each kata perfectly by the end of two weeks, all of you must hunt for your food and you will not get fed in this castle. If you cannot find food, you starve and if one person can not do them to Eriol's expectations, you will all get punished. Understood!?!?!" Syaoran growled. No soldier moved afraid of the consequences their prince would inflict on them. "Good! Eriol get back to work and call Koji and tell him to help instruct these weaklings," "Yes my prince," Eriol stated with a look of distaste knowing that the Prince's outburst was very harsh on these newbies even if they frustrated him to no end. "Prince Syaoran!" it was the messenger boy. "What is it boy?" "A message from her highness, she wishes to speak with you!" "Very well, I will leave to speak with her shortly. Before you quit your duties go and fetch Koji and tell him to report to the Training Area to help Sir Eriol," "Yes my prince," the boy said jetting of in the direction of the princess' rooms. (A/N: In this fic he has a sister who is younger than him)
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Syaoran headed towards his mother's quarters and knocked silently on the door. "You may enter Xiao-Lang," "You wished to speak with me 'Kaasan?" "You need to depart for the journey by tonight," His mother stated looking at him with sorrowful eyes. "The sooner you finish this the better," "Hai, 'Kaasan" Syaoran replied. "I shall take Eriol's training force to accompany me on the exodus," "Very well, Be safe and return to us with a solution Xiao-Lang," "Hai. Okaasan I shall not fail you," Syaoran said walking out of his mother's quarters. Walking back towards the Training Area, he observed the warriors working harder and none had taken his threat a joke. They were all past the 5th kata, though were laying down to regain some energy. "Stop all of you," Syaoran said returning to the room. All of the trainees dropped into a salute as he walked to the center of the room. "You have done well and many of you have excelled greatly past the 5th kata. You know enough to go with me on the journey. All of you must be ready and at the stables by 9 tonight. If you are not there you will receive the punishment I issued before when we return. Eriol, you will be accompanying me as well. I will need your experience, my friend." Syaoran left the room, to go to his quarters and get ready for this quest.
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"You are all here, get a horse and get ready to ride for the night." Syaoran stated mounting his black stallion, Shadow. Eriol walked up on Syaoran's left, riding the mysterious gray steed, Storm. The rest of the trainees came up behind them. Suddenly, Syaoran bolted off into the darkness followed by Eriol and the rest of the trainees. After riding for a few hours, they had made camp next to a river. "Prince Syaoran!" shouted Koji running up to the impassive prince who was staring into the river. "What is it?" he asked still staring into the crystal water. "We have spotted an enemy camp and there seems to be a women of high importance there. We are not sure but we believe the person to be the princess of the Kinomoto Dynasty." Syaoran turned around still in deep thought. 'If we capture the princess we would be able to stop this war once and for all.' "We shall attack the camp. Gather the troops and follow my lead." He said grabbing his sword. The sword was special, the prince had gotten it from a wizard. The hit was embroidered with gold very much like his armor and the sword could slice through the thickest of metals. It also had magical powers; if he concentrated hard enough he could emit fire with an attack of his sword. (If any of you recognize this, yes it is the same sword that Roy from Super Smash Brothers Melee uses and Eriol will be using armor and a sword similar to Marth's) Walking towards Eriol, who donned a turquoise/blue armor and a silver hilted sword, he signaled for the rest to follow him. "On my count, one.two.three!" Syaoran whispered charging forth through the brush and attacked the first enemy he saw. The enemy camp was in disarray at the surprise attack and half of their force was panicking. 'Obviously amateurs,' Syaoran that slicing another soldier down. To his right Eriol expertly defeated 3 warriors at once. Suddenly a cry arose from his troops. An enemy had defeated 10 of their men, however, none of them were killed. Syaoran yelled at Eriol as he ran towards the new soldier, "Get the princess!!!!" Syaoran faced this new adversary with a stern glare. His opponent charged with their sword and sliced at the prince with perfected skill. However the trained Syaoran easily dodged all of these attacks. Dropping down he swept his opponent's legs and pinned them to the ground with his sword at the warrior's neck. "Who are you, only a few warriors know the Ying-Fay style of fighting."(sum1 give me a name and I'll change it.) The other warrior just stayed silent refusing to give out any information. Syaoran was not able to see the combatant because of his white mask. With a snarl, the arrogant prince ripped the mask off and was astonished at who he had found. The person was a woman yet not any woman, it was the Princess of the Kinomoto Dynasty! "Well, Princess, it seems you have lost; you will be coming with us," Syaoran smirked. "Prince Syaoran, we have found the princess' hand maiden; I believe her name is Tomoyo. She gave the trainees quite a workout." Eriol reported coming up behind Syaoran caring an unconscious Tomoyo. "Very well, tie their arms and keep an eye on them. They are our hostages after all," Syaoran said walking toward Shadow his red cape waving in the wind behind him.
Author's Note: LONG chapter, I'll try to update as much as I can. By the way Syaoran is acting this way because of something to do with his father. That's all I will say. Romance will pick up later.
Author's Note: This is an AU! The pairings will be S+S and T+E. In this Syaoran is not Eriol's descendant, etc. Also Syaoran is OOC a little but it will make sense why he is later in the fic. Ages: Eriol: 19 Syaoran: 19 Sakura: 18 Tomoyo: 18
Relentless Sufferings
Prologue: It was unfortunate, for so many teenagers with immense potential to be caught in a war that has lasted for ages. Many had died during battle risking their lives for their kingdom. Even though they fought valiantly, many perished at the hands of Li Syaoran the crown prince of the Li Kingdom. Though the Kinomoto Dynasty had not given up in their fight their troops were growing thin as the king, Kinomoto Aiden, had to draft young men, the age of 13 and above for his army. Both kingdoms had won and lost battles, neither backing down from the other. No one knew why the two kingdoms loathed each other; it just was that way for as long as anyone could remember. It was said in the Ancient Scriptures of the Li Dynasty held the answer yet no one person dared to find the Scriptures because of the myth behind them. It was said that an evil force would be unleashed if a member of any dynasty save the Li Dynasty found and read the scriptures. Knowing this Li Yelan had sent her only son in search of the Ancient Scriptures hoping to find a way to solve this war without more bloodshed.
*** "Prince Syaoran! Prince Syaoran!" exclaimed a young messenger running after Syaoran who was walking at an extremely fast pace (a slow one for him). Turning around he asked with an irritated glance, "What is it?" "I have a message from Sir Eriol!" the boy said handing Syaoran the message. 'It seems the new recruits are having trouble learning the fighting stances; almost all of the veteran soldiers have passed in the wars. Hopefully mother's plan will work' Syaoran thought. "Your job is done, you may leave," Syaoran barked at the boy. After he left Syaoran headed towards the training area. As he entered the room, he witnessed sloppy stances, grimacing amateurs, and an infuriated Eriol. "Eriol, what have these bakas managed to learn?" Syaoran questioned regarding his longtime friend and ally with respect. "They can't even manage the first kata! I have no idea what to do with them. Only one person has managed to do all of what I've asked with perfection and that's Koji but he has left to meet with your sister." "You let him leave?" Syaoran asked. "Yes, he also had a note signed by your mother that he needed to be with your sister. "I bet he faked it, he used the same note when I was teaching war tactics to these rookies." Glancing at the warriors they had all dropped to one knee and had their right hand clenched in a fist over their heart. (A/N: I DO NOT OWN THAT! That is the Saiyajin way of saluting and that is owned by the people who own DBZ, not me.) "You can salute yet you cannot learn a simple kata! What is wrong? Is it too hard for you weaklings?? If you cannot learn this kata how do you expect to live during a battle???" snarled Syaoran glaring at each and every soldier. "B.B.But Prince Syaoran, many of us haven't learned martial arts before," a courageous teen stuttered trying to defend the group. A murmur of agreement washed through the crowd but halted as Syaoran death glared them once again. "What do you think we are teaching you now! If you cannot learn each kata perfectly by the end of two weeks, all of you must hunt for your food and you will not get fed in this castle. If you cannot find food, you starve and if one person can not do them to Eriol's expectations, you will all get punished. Understood!?!?!" Syaoran growled. No soldier moved afraid of the consequences their prince would inflict on them. "Good! Eriol get back to work and call Koji and tell him to help instruct these weaklings," "Yes my prince," Eriol stated with a look of distaste knowing that the Prince's outburst was very harsh on these newbies even if they frustrated him to no end. "Prince Syaoran!" it was the messenger boy. "What is it boy?" "A message from her highness, she wishes to speak with you!" "Very well, I will leave to speak with her shortly. Before you quit your duties go and fetch Koji and tell him to report to the Training Area to help Sir Eriol," "Yes my prince," the boy said jetting of in the direction of the princess' rooms. (A/N: In this fic he has a sister who is younger than him)
***
Syaoran headed towards his mother's quarters and knocked silently on the door. "You may enter Xiao-Lang," "You wished to speak with me 'Kaasan?" "You need to depart for the journey by tonight," His mother stated looking at him with sorrowful eyes. "The sooner you finish this the better," "Hai, 'Kaasan" Syaoran replied. "I shall take Eriol's training force to accompany me on the exodus," "Very well, Be safe and return to us with a solution Xiao-Lang," "Hai. Okaasan I shall not fail you," Syaoran said walking out of his mother's quarters. Walking back towards the Training Area, he observed the warriors working harder and none had taken his threat a joke. They were all past the 5th kata, though were laying down to regain some energy. "Stop all of you," Syaoran said returning to the room. All of the trainees dropped into a salute as he walked to the center of the room. "You have done well and many of you have excelled greatly past the 5th kata. You know enough to go with me on the journey. All of you must be ready and at the stables by 9 tonight. If you are not there you will receive the punishment I issued before when we return. Eriol, you will be accompanying me as well. I will need your experience, my friend." Syaoran left the room, to go to his quarters and get ready for this quest.
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"You are all here, get a horse and get ready to ride for the night." Syaoran stated mounting his black stallion, Shadow. Eriol walked up on Syaoran's left, riding the mysterious gray steed, Storm. The rest of the trainees came up behind them. Suddenly, Syaoran bolted off into the darkness followed by Eriol and the rest of the trainees. After riding for a few hours, they had made camp next to a river. "Prince Syaoran!" shouted Koji running up to the impassive prince who was staring into the river. "What is it?" he asked still staring into the crystal water. "We have spotted an enemy camp and there seems to be a women of high importance there. We are not sure but we believe the person to be the princess of the Kinomoto Dynasty." Syaoran turned around still in deep thought. 'If we capture the princess we would be able to stop this war once and for all.' "We shall attack the camp. Gather the troops and follow my lead." He said grabbing his sword. The sword was special, the prince had gotten it from a wizard. The hit was embroidered with gold very much like his armor and the sword could slice through the thickest of metals. It also had magical powers; if he concentrated hard enough he could emit fire with an attack of his sword. (If any of you recognize this, yes it is the same sword that Roy from Super Smash Brothers Melee uses and Eriol will be using armor and a sword similar to Marth's) Walking towards Eriol, who donned a turquoise/blue armor and a silver hilted sword, he signaled for the rest to follow him. "On my count, one.two.three!" Syaoran whispered charging forth through the brush and attacked the first enemy he saw. The enemy camp was in disarray at the surprise attack and half of their force was panicking. 'Obviously amateurs,' Syaoran that slicing another soldier down. To his right Eriol expertly defeated 3 warriors at once. Suddenly a cry arose from his troops. An enemy had defeated 10 of their men, however, none of them were killed. Syaoran yelled at Eriol as he ran towards the new soldier, "Get the princess!!!!" Syaoran faced this new adversary with a stern glare. His opponent charged with their sword and sliced at the prince with perfected skill. However the trained Syaoran easily dodged all of these attacks. Dropping down he swept his opponent's legs and pinned them to the ground with his sword at the warrior's neck. "Who are you, only a few warriors know the Ying-Fay style of fighting."(sum1 give me a name and I'll change it.) The other warrior just stayed silent refusing to give out any information. Syaoran was not able to see the combatant because of his white mask. With a snarl, the arrogant prince ripped the mask off and was astonished at who he had found. The person was a woman yet not any woman, it was the Princess of the Kinomoto Dynasty! "Well, Princess, it seems you have lost; you will be coming with us," Syaoran smirked. "Prince Syaoran, we have found the princess' hand maiden; I believe her name is Tomoyo. She gave the trainees quite a workout." Eriol reported coming up behind Syaoran caring an unconscious Tomoyo. "Very well, tie their arms and keep an eye on them. They are our hostages after all," Syaoran said walking toward Shadow his red cape waving in the wind behind him.
Author's Note: LONG chapter, I'll try to update as much as I can. By the way Syaoran is acting this way because of something to do with his father. That's all I will say. Romance will pick up later.