"Forgotten"
The sunlight shone through the window blinds like daggers embedding themselves into his eyes, threatening his sleep with a powerful jolt of pain.
The Chinese boy awoke rubbing his head slow-but steady circles, attempting to eke out the pain in his head. Then reaching for some vaporizing oil when full-consciousness had struck him like the harsh sun rays illuminating the room.
What Happened? He thought as he forced himself into a sitting position with his elbows putting all his concentration on keeping his headache at bay. He sat up and reached for the bottom drawer for the liquid only to find that it was empty. He peered around the room decorated with forest green bed sheets curling and crumpling under his weight to find the clock.
9:56 it read. Unusually late sleeping for someone like me he thought waving off all possibility he could go through his training drills this morning as he looked further from the nightstand to gaze upon the calendar lying effortlessly on the silver pin.
August 3….. a Saturday . His body shuddered and the pain grew exponentially. I was supposed to be somewhere today…
When suddenly the pain in his head grew and the whole world exploded.
White, nothing but white, no visible floors or walls or boundaries for that matter. The pain behind his eyes begun to pang vigorously against his temples and threatened a cry of pain from its beholder.
Then it stopped.
"…Syaoran-kun?" That voice, where have I heard that voice?"…are you listening?" His vision blurred by the multiple swirling colors in front of him. Strangely only what was directly ahead of him seemed blurred, a jumble of brown, peach-white and green the trees and road around the enigmatic blur could be seen quite clearly.
Then everything went black.
He awoke to find that his headache had ceased and his vision returning. Using what little strength he had remaining from the bizarre awakening. He pushed himself from the ground without even realizing he was sprawled there in the first place. Mustering what energy he could to concentrate he stood and looked from his high apartment window to see the city lying below.
It seemed like something was missing, but he couldn't quite put it into words yet. The feeling of incompleteness like a beacon from the city below, a large beacon drawing upon his senses and taunting him to follow. The sensation was brilliant like a light shining in the darkness, drawn to it he opened his window and almost leapt.
When the sensation turned to caution and then faded before it could be remembered causing him to consider there may not have been a beacon at all.
Stepping quickly yet carefully across the wooden-hardwood floors he smelt the familiar scent of pancakes originating from his kitchen.
"Ohayou Wei-san" he said with as much effort to suppress the fatigue in his voice as possible. "Grand morning to you Li-san" Wei would always be the one person he could rely on to care for his needs, loyal and extremely devoted to his work Wei would never fail if given a task and he kept a vigilant eye on the young boy's lifestyle and would cater to whatever needs he would predict suited the occasion, his predictions were also always right.
"Could you cook some extra pancakes Wei? And if we have any strawberry filling mix I could bring some over for S-.."His voice caught in his throat at the word. Unable to define the incompletion that filled his mind and soul at the moment, he knew somehow that he knew what he wanted to say but couldn't quite put his finger on it. His mind suddenly garbled with a thousand thoughts and broken images locked in a stalemate battle between his tongue and his brain.
"Ano….never mind" He finished his plate with enthusiasm and gulped down the carefully hand-crafted mug that was set beside his fork. He stood and gently placed his plate into the sink when he reached back for his mug and his eye caught notice of the intricate colors running alongside the mug's exterior. A mesh of hunter and forest green and a oddly delicate pink flower along the bottom of the mug. Obviously hand painted so that the image was only visible when the beverage was consumed.
When suddenly the pain in his head began anew and the whole world exploded.
White, nothing but white, no visible floors or walls or boundaries. The pain behind his eyes begun to pang vigorously against his temples and threatened a strangled cry of pain.
Then it stopped.
"Happy Birthday Syaoran-kun" The blurred swirl of brown, white and green begun to take shape as it held something out to him. Cautiously he reached his hand out and took the item as it began to sharpen to reveal a carefully wrapped box with a beautifully made pink ribbon flower atop its white cardboard box. "I made it" the blur declared with a slight touch of pride evident in its voice. "I thought it would remind you of-"
Then the world faded black and everything dissolved into ashen dust.
Li Syaoran awoke again but without the slight dizzying effect he had from the first time it had happened. Searching curiously with his eyes he found himself in his bed with a thermometer in his mouth. It's stale plastic leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mouth.
"Wei?" he called out hoping that he was somewhere near when he realized he was no longer alone.
He stretched every last bit of his strength to see the girl sitting casually on his nightstand, blurred but gradually sharpening he realized she had her small hand over his head.
"I should've known you'd be too stubborn" she said softly as she got to her feet and died in thin smoke as the door swung open to reveal his loyal servant and friend.
But at the edge of his mind a tingling sensation nagged at him from the city below and echoed across his mind once again inviting him to find it. Despite his current state he attempted to prop himself upwards and leave when he felt a heavy load on his chest.
"You should rest for the day Li-san, we wouldn't want you dozing off like that in the middle of the street" suggested Wei.
"I'm fine"
"You really shouldn't-"
"Honto, I'm fine. I can't be here all day anyways, I have to go to S-" Again the words just died in his throat abruptly. The confusing thoughts and memories in his mind began to resurface creating the familiar mental block that had paralyzed his thoughts before they could properly come together. Wei simply nodded and looked away in what looked like concern. Syaoran shrugged and put on his weekend attire, he had to get out of that apartment.
He had to go find some answers.
The breeze from the open window died down slowly as it placed shriveled cherry petal on the windowsill as the sun shone bright upon the leaves of the tall-grown trees.