Title: A Perfect Union
Author: tigereve920
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Status: Incomplete
Warning: Sexual situations
Pairing: Syaoran/Meiling, Syaoran/Sakura
Category: Drama
Spoilers: The end of the CCS series and the second movie.
Rating: PG-13, rating may go up.
Summary: To escape a miserable future, a man and a woman join together in the ultimate union.
Author's Notes: I have seen three different spellings of young Li's name. I prefer to use "Syaoran."
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the anime series, "Card Captor Sakura" or CLAMP, and any of its affiliates. This fanfic is for entertainment purposes only. This fanfic and its author do not intend to infringe on any copyrights.
A Perfect Union
Chapter One.
Running towards the courtyard, Meiling shivered in the crimson cheongsam she wore. Syaoran had summoned her, and asked that she come immediately. She was obliged to obey.
When she found him, he was leaning against a tree. Syaoran was wearing formal Chinese attire. Something extremely important had happened.
Instinctively, upon nearing the courtyard, Meiling sat upon a small bench near the tree. Smoothing her cheongsam, she tried to ignore the prickling cold assaulting her skin.
Thoughts of Syaoran and his unexpected return flashed in her mind. What had transpired in Japan that had caused him to leave so suddenly? Was he here to ask for Sakura's hand in marriage? She pushed the thought aside. It was impossible. He hadn't brought the one he claimed to love with him. But, yet, that would be the most reasonable explanation.
The Earth let an icy breath sweep through the courtyard, jarring leaves and hair.
Curious eyes flew up to meet Syaoran's own. Pushing aside the awkwardness of the situation, she broke the silence. "You have returned."
The great silver orb stood majestically in the sky. Syaoran seemed to be entranced by the awesome sight. He showed no signs of paying her heed. His eyes flickered with alertness. He may not have responded, but there was no doubt a debate raging inside his mind.
Time passed, and it seemed to flow at a slow trickle. Meiling began to grow weary. She rubbed her arms in an attempt to ward off the icy air.
Not even looking at her, he said, flatly, "You're cold."
"Are you not cold yourself?" she replied, habitually smoothing the fabric on her skin.
She could not find the courage to say his name. He had been gone so long.
"I am fine," he assured, removing his vision from the silver orb, assessing the girl. No, she was no longer a girl. Meiling had grown into a woman, he noted.
Meiling felt her cheeks burn. Syaoran was staring intensely at her. The action made her uncomfortable. He was a stranger to her.
Syaoran noted how the delicate cheongsam accentuated her young body. Her hair was free of the constraints she had as a child. The long strands surrounded her face in dark halo, hinting at the sprint that had transpired on her way to meet him.
"You've grown up well." Syaoran mentally winced at the insensitivity of his words. But, what could one say in such events?
Meiling, politely, nodded. "As have you." She wanted to ask him a multitude of questions, yet, refrained. It would be indecorous.
Syaoran threw his head back, running a hand through his hair. Perhaps, it would be better to skip the formalities.
Syaoran straightened himself and walked closer to Meiling. She rose from the bench to meet him, following years of carefully instilled etiquette.
The frosty draft seemed to disappear and became replaced by a burning tension.
The two were strangers on a highway getting ready to swerve away from a loathsome future and into each other.
"I have spoken with the council."
Meiling, eyes widened, raised her head. "You have?" she whispered, confusion interlaced between the words. She could not find the strength to raise her voice higher.
"We shall be wed."
And, the cars crashed.