STRANGE ENCOUNTERS
NOTE TO ALL: I DO NOT OWN TSUBASA OR ANY OTHER CLAMP WORKS (THOUGH I OWN WHAT I WILL ADD HERE SOONER, LATER OR NEVER)
ANOTHER NOTE: IN THE USE OF PRONOUNS FOR MOKONA I WILL STILL ADDRESS MOKONA AS MOKONA (AS I REALLY DO NOT KNOW MOKONA'S GENDER AND AS RESPECT TO THE LINE: "MOKONA IS MOKONA!")
Introduction:
Well... Hello. This is my first EVER fanfiction writing. If ever you find my works interesting and satisfyingly good, thank you.
The setting in this fiction is a "what if" the group weren't sent to the Infinity World and instead, managed to continue collecting Sakura feathers in a handful of worlds until suddenly...
STRANGE ENCOUNTERS
CHAPTER 1: Landings
Syaoran recalls everything from the past: His father's training, his cooking, his mother's comforting presence and love. The past that also held so many memories have been bitter: his imprisonment, he creation of the clone and his alternate existence, Watanuki, of losing his eye and the fact that he may never see his home dimension again.
But even after leaving his home never to return, there too were memories of happiness, enough so that it was even worth it to leave his only happiness at that time: The young princess Sakura, Clow country, and yes, even Clow country's Touya (although he was such a pain).
All of this now would feed his determination, the drive to save everyone who he cared for and cherished. But the strongest memory he had to draw from would be from Sakura, his most cherished person. He would go at any length just to be with her. He remembered the days they have spent in Clow country, walking and playing with her. Yet as he reached out to her, black wings started to envelop her!
Syaoran woke with a start, and felt his body covered in sweat. The first thing he saw was the blue sky and clouds above him. His dark green cloak sprawled in the grass. He could tell it was morning from the cool morning air and the dew in the grass, some of which made his cloak partly wet with the dew.
"Syaoran's awake guys!" Besides his face, a white small furred creature named Mokona, called out. Mokona then jumped away from his sight.
"Good morning Syaoran." greeted both Fay and Mokona their voices somewhere to his right.
Syaoran stood upright and found himself in a park: closed shops, a whale fountain, a merry-go-round, a rollercoaster and other park themed objects were scattered in front of him. Something here feels very familiar to him. But if it really is what he thinks it is, he should not be here. His price to the witch also included the fact that he will never go back to his own dimension. Though in some places he thought he could vaguely remember the times he had practiced with his father in handling the jian and his growing mage power.
Looking back toward the others, he saw Kurogane leaning on a lamp post, his crimson eyes open and alert. He wore his black cloak over his dark undershirt. Fay sat on the on the bench to his right beside him, looking at the sleeping form of Sakura, lying on the grass beside him. It pains him to know that this isn't the Sakura he knew but rather a clone of her.
The depression that stemmed from losing the clone Syaoran now lessened as the group continued travelling together through the dimensions and collecting the feathers that are the memories of Sakura. Although Sakura remained a cheerful façade in front of Syaoran, he knew that she still felt the grief of losing her beloved.
Fay and Kurogane warmed up to him eventually. Both were curious about what was his past with Fei Wang Reed. But they let him off to respect his privacy. Syaoran knew they would eventually find out as they continued travelling. Though occasionally, Kurogane was surprised at how good Syaoran could fight despite being in a tank for a long time in stasis. Fay's energetic attitude surfaced again a world back although it took the combined efforts of Kurogane and Sakura to snap his post-Tokyo-world-emotional-crisis.
Fay's gold hair reflected the light of the early morning, giving him a sort of halo. Even with just an eye, Fay still had the appearance of an angel as he wore his mage robes. Very contrary to the fact that he once had a life of self-loathing, that currently using his magic will slowly kill him, and presently being a vampire- feeding off Kurogane blood. On Fay's back, Mokona was perched on his shoulder.
"Kuropi-pi, greet Syaoran good morning will you" chided Fay, poking at Kurogane's shoulder.
"Kuro-daddy is not acting daddy like is he Fay-mommy?" teased Mokona.
"ITS KUROGANE!" retorted the black ninja throwing a punch but Fay playfully jumped back, Mokona firmly attached to Fay's cloak to be hit. Thus, starting their usual bickering over Kurogane's name: Fay and Mokona teases while Kurogane tries to retain a sense of respect by shouting back.
Syaoran looked around; the voices of Fay, Mokona and Kurogane were drowned by his intense focus. As he looked he finds more and more familiar places in the surroundings. But it was a name on the sign in front of the store that finally convinced him.
"Tomoeda?" The name surprised Syaoran. Immediately, he leaped to the highest structure in the park: the top of a clocktower, now showing itself to be 8:00 in the morning.
In midair of his leap, the rashinban glyph appeared below Syaoran. "Fuuka Shourai!" and a surge of summoned winds propelled him even higher into the air and landing on the tip of the clocktower.
As he surveyed the area, he again remembered his bargain with the witch: He may never again set foot on his own dimension. If that was really the case then it leaves only two explanations: The most likely would be that he had arrived in a separate dimension very similar to his home dimension or the least likely is that somehow, Fei Wong's interference on the world has gone so far that it even distorts the price of his wish. Looking now at the city he once knew he gave up for Sakura... it felt a bit nostalgic.
Then he felt it, a ripple of magic coming towards him: something very familiar.
He leaped, practically free falling from the tower towards the ground. His dark green cloak trailed behind him as he plummeted and surprisingly, landed unscathed on the pavement.
The others ran towards him: Kurogane carried the still sleeping Sakura in his arms as Fay ran towards the clock tower. By looking at Fay's face, Syaoran knew he sensed it to. Mokona grinned as Mokona stood on Fay's shoulder and looked towards Syaoran. "Mokona feels something like Syaoran's magic here! Mokona thinks there is another Syaoran in this world."
"I wonder what this world's kid is like..." murmured Kurogane.
"We are about to find out." Fay took on a serious tone turning his head to the bushes. Moments later, the party heard a rustle from among the bushes.
A young boy appeared from the bushes, his brown hair was the only thing visible from his head as he was concentrated on watching an 8 star-shaped-artifact on his hands. He wore a green robes and white loose trousers: "...I told you there was magic..." he trailed off as he raised his head...
