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Syaoran did found out her secret but... what about her true feelings?
His house was extravagant, I stepped into a labyrinth filled with mini gardens containing of different types of flower specie. Such place weren't a place that I'd prefer to live in since I once experience such a home. Somehow this gives me a feeling of anxiety and a chill of nervousness passed through me.
She's being Oblivious of a figure accompanied by a half-leaning stance against the wall with half-opened curtains. As though he was peeking at his target, from the Second floor.
He grinned. Something evil up his head is initiating a Tackle he's going to use once she arrived.
I finally reached the doorstep of this humongous and elegant mansion of his. Is he a loyalty prince or some sort? Didn't know he's This rich! Perhaps he's not wealthy, rather his Family. Someone greeted me at the front door and escort me to his 'tea room'. I'm impressed that he even named his Compartments in this house, or maybe not him, but was traditionally named.
The surrounding temperature went down suddenly and I was greeted by his weird smile followed by a click of the door behind me. Somehow I felt my gaze thwarted and gave him a half-smile. Taking off my shades, I began. "Umm… here's the thing tomoyo-chan asked me to give you…" handling a bag of unknown things within. "Thanks for taking your time off to come all the way here … well, have a sit…" he said harmoniously and invite me to sit over across him.
Why am I feeling like this? Oh man, am I blushing or something… he's staring at me! Get a grip of myself… Am I some fool or something…? Look straight and act normal!
"Um… your house is impressive… some young master aren't you?" a hint or sarcasm with my voice. "…my house? I see… you're jealous aren't you? I'm some bejeweled prince.''
''Surprised? Be honored that you're one of the few girls that has been invited to a palace…" followed by his ego evoking through thin air and a chuckle that I knew too well.
Somehow he looked too handsome at home… not that I'm being sarcastic but I loved how he looked, plus I would not deny that he looked refreshing, perhaps it was just me … unkempt hair and some home clothes that don't look at all expensive…him being himself all he liked. Him? Prince? He doesn't even dress as one…
So this is his true self at home… what a pesky brat he is!
He took the bag that tomoyo-chan asked me to hand it to him and unsealed the zip lock of a plastic package. It looked like some ordinary CDs. Perhaps they're exchanging music or something? Why did she ask me to come all the way here! Jeez… What he wants with me? Talk to me? Could you please hurry mister handsome?
Those CDs that he took out looked too familiar … very familiar indeed... and my breath was shortened as my brain begins to tell me the fact which is beginning to surface. Yes, I'm sure at this moment; my eyes grew way too big to even be fitting for my eyelids.
Oh no! Don't notice it… don't say it. Don't tell me…
"Actually I invited you over to clarify something that I've wanted to ask since right from the start … look, this month's top Japan Oricon chart album… Shimizu–sama desho? Honto ni kirei dane..(Miss shimizu right? what a beauty…)"
"uhm.." damn! Oh no! He knows? No way. By the way, he knows how to speak Japanese? Uso(no way!)! Don't tell me tomoyo-chan really did tell him…My nerves are wreaking me… I'm sweating, lips shivering…
Next, he looked at me straight in the eyes "Don't blame tomoyo-chan … she didn't tell me… and I've purposely asked her to borrow me these CDs that I knew she would have…" He put it across to me seriously. I was stunned, he read my mind.
Somehow the conversation turned way too serious for me to recognize if it is him I'm talking to. What shall I do? He knew... "I… umn…" What shall I say?
He cut me off, "I've noticed you right from the start and begun to suspect whether you're her," he showed the album to me. My hands turned numb; sweating, limbs weighing a ton.
"… That time when we were at the music store, I suspected that shimizu-sama and your voice did sound alike, though it takes an effort to match yours and hers." He continued. "You're kind of spaced out back then… so I've suspected that you might be…"
He…found out. What shall I do? Quickly deny! Say something! I was left speechless. As though he found out my genetics and knew what bra-size I'm wearing.
"Are you? Shimizu-sama?" I cut him off this time "I… I'm sorry!" a voice that I could barely squeeze out from my throat. Then, I dated for the exit.
The desperate feeling of getting away from the carefree world came back. It repeats once again. Not again… I'm always running away from him, just like back then when I rammed into him with my books and my secrets almost exposed. He saw a book that almost revealed all my music notes and composed songs. I barely escaped back then. It's happening again! Why …WHY?
He jammed the door with his strong-built body and I crashed into him like some mad stalker caught in limelight. Why is he always so fast? He always had reflex that is extraordinary, I'm always envious of that and always wondered whether he's got some sports talent. Bumping into him, I fell backwards, luckily to be caught in the nick of time before I fell like dung. He pushed me onto the door and invaded my personal space; a hand of his on my right and another just a few inch away from my waist. He's face was too close to me… I could feel his masculine legs between, abrupt my struggling movement.
"Don't run anymore. Why are you always running way from no one but me?" he's face was way too close to me…his breath…No! '…? …Get of me! Let me go!' He's so close that I could hear him breathe… my heart was thumping way too fast. My face felt that it had gone through the oven…What's wrong with me! Get a hold of myself! I couldn't… save me! Anyone!
"I didn't know that the real shimizu-sama is such gorgeous and intoxicating jewel of glory… it's really an honor to meet you, my highness." There goes his ego once again mixing a hint of infatuation towards me.
I felt myself blushing madly at his presence, uncomfortably too close to me. Moreover, those words he said adhere to his presence were too much for me to take.
I would really melt into foam and never to surface as a human once again!
I could only freeze on my spot and say incoherent words to him. oh my gosh… what am I saying? "What? Miss songstress, I couldn't hear you." he added on as if he's speaking it as-the-matter-of-factly. "You're indeed the true, genuine idol of mine… before you aren't within my grasp; would you be willing to give me your sign, my Highness?"
He's asking for my signature? What on earth? The shock wasn't over me yet, I'm unable to respond of course. "No, I don't want your sign. I want something more, something that you definitely won't give a fan" He corrected his request with a lick of his tongue and a devilish smirk which is oh-so-him. I remained in silence and stiffen as he got closer to my ear.
Sweat drooping at my back, he whispered huskily into my ear. "want…", I listened attentively… What on earth does he wants? I'm dying so hurry up! "… Your …lips"
Somehow, I felt the world turned upside down when I hear it softly tingly within my listening heart. My face heated up a lengthy temperature difference; I swore this time round, my eyelids are at its limit, the eyeballs are popping out.
Eyes-wide, he begins closing into me; specifically my lips. run! Run! He's lips almost against mine. In my lifespan of luck, it occurred just in time. A doorbell sounded and a high-pitched voice came through his funky-shaped intercom "Excuse me young master, you will be expecting guest right at this moment, an apology from the guest has been received to inform you about their last minute notice, I'll refer you to the guest at the gate now, please wait a moment", he withdrew a little and headed off to the intercom. He pressed a button and a voice abutted "Yohoo! It's me Yaroi~ little bro, mama and granny has come to see for something important. Come down now! Escort them in…" The line ended soon after.
At that moment, it's as though I've seen him change within a spilt second when he turned cold and expressionless. He glance at my way saying "Stay, I'll be right back." Then, he went out abruptly.
Finally, there's air for me to breathe. I collapse onto the carpeted floor; the feeling was a mix comprehension of bizarre emotions. I… am saved. Thank goodness. Luck was at my side this time. It was like a second, filled with his ego engulfing through me, another moment taking away my lips. Next, I lost sight of him … forever.
My face would resemble some bloody-red tomato. Gosh! I must've looked horrible! No! Now, I shouldn't be thinking of this, Get out of here sakura!
Calm down, which way? His house was a little way too exaggerated and too huge. Which way? Good question! There must be another exit instead of the main entrance. I quicken my pace and found a door, entered it without hesitation; I found a path leading to the back of the house. Luck was on my side. Really.
I was on ground floor. Oblivious of the surroundings, I heard a voice within the distance. Mm… that voice … hey! It's that chirpy girl's voice in the intercom! Curiosity came over me; I followed that voice to a huge, warmly-decorated room with expensive lighting and entrancing portraits. The owner of that chirpy voice was just a few feet away from me. Hurriedly, I hid behind a thick pillar that perfectly hid my shadows and acted like a spy. Oh man... I'm so nervous now…
I heard an elderly voice taking the lead of the conversation after the lady from the intercom. "… is to engage syaoran as of next week. This is confirmed and final by the Li-clan. Please understand that I have no position to aid you in this obligation." another elderly continued, 'syaoran-kun, I'm sorry, but I hope that you don't have any love relationships going on in your life. I've heard from your sister about you in school. Please treat your fiancé with respect and affection from now on as both of will wed soon when you reach 18 years old…" It goes on and on… I couldn't bear to eavesdrop any longer. A single tear left my eyelids and my delicate legs took off. My heart shattered… into bits of bitterness that is left to perish.
I ran … away.
Sprinting away from this façade… after all,
I couldn't tell him this feeling that I abhor…
So long since the day I've realised it.
Is this fate? Luck has fallen.
I'll never be able to tell you this feeling. Even if I tell you, will you feel the same way for me?
Still, nothing will change.
I'll sing the song that I longed to let you hear…
Till I break without feeling anything.
- to be continued
