MIDNIGHT ENCHANTMENT
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Cardcaptor Sakura. But CLAMP rocks for creating it. My OC is Mnemosyne Lethe, so she's completely mine, her origin just ties in with the characters that are not mine, which were also produced by CLAMP. crosses between manga and anime
First off: Sakura and Syaoran have a baby in the future, and named her Nadeshiko Kinomoto-Li. Sakura used to magic to further advance the Sakura Cards so her daughter may use their magic. The only problem is, she accidentally produced the Destruction Card, which caused the cards to retreat with Nadeshiko back to when Sakura was just in high school, and the strange journey caused a block of their memories. Her present name becomes Mnemosyne Lethe.
Now there are two Clow Books. Lethe goes through the trouble of capturing the Star cards with the help of the new Guardian Beast of the Seal, Platinum Star. The future Yueh (Silver Moon) and Kerberos (Gold Sun) have been altered, too, and are both humans.
This is a side-story-like thing that I wrote because I made an account with and really had nothing to do with it, so I'm going to share my semi-talented writing skills with all you guys! Please be nice, this is my first time as a writer. Um… review, please?
The better Summary: Eriol came back from England to help solve Sakura's problems. No one expected he would fall in love with her problem, though. Pairings: Sakura·Syaoran, Eriol·OC, Touya·Yukito (for some reason…)?Tomoyo·Kaho? it's juicy, but not very lemon-lime.
PROMISE OF THE CHERRY BLOSSOM"…do you promise…?"
Under the school's great cherry blossom tree stood a few teenagers. There were four of them, two boys and two girls. The tallest was a young man with thin, soft midnight blue hair. It was previously cut straight around his eyebrows straightly, but that was a while ago. His hair grew unevenly, and the tips of his dark locks caught themselves in his short eyelashes, and sometimes in his periwinkle eyes. His eyes were brought out as a specific feature by his glasses, which also added the image of his intellectual person. He was wearing a tight black shirt, making it obvious that the 15-year-old was very slim, but muscular. He wore black pants made with some jean material. They needed to be held up by a leather black belt because he was so skinny. Around his neck, there was a small golden key on a thin chain. The key had a sun and moon on it.
Standing next to him was the other boy. This one had shaggy brown hair and amber eyes. He had on a button-up green shirt with big sleeves, which hung below his skinny waist. His blue jeans were faded and worn out. There was a hole in the left knee, which started to run both upwards and down. He had a sword in his hand, one that was at least three feet long with a Chinese symbol hanging from the end of the handle on a thin, thin rope.
The first girl had short auburn hair, shorter in the back and longer in the front, with short bangs ending at her eyebrows. Her eyes were a beautiful emerald color, full of joy and happiness. She was wearing a long pink shirt with red buttons and lining. Her shirt ended a little after her hips, and then she had matching pink shorts that went to her knees. The sleeves went to her knuckles. Around her neck was a necklace with a key of her own on it. There was a star surrounded by a pink circle with tiny, tiny wings.
The last girl was a younger image of someone long passed on. She was a petite girl, but had a full figure for such a young age. Her long, thin curly hair hung all the way down to her waist. It was lavender-colored. Her eyes were the same amber as the brown-haired boy's. She was wearing purple silk. She had a short-sleeved shirt with the length to reach her hips. And her matching pants folded lazily over her ankles and shoes. She held a crimson key in her hand with her delicate fingers. Inside the heart at the top was a tiny white gem.
The boy with shaggy brown hair put an arm around the girl with auburn hair lovingly. As his arm circled her waist, she leaned closer into him with cheeks of pink. "I promise," he said huskily. He kissed the girl he was holding on her temple, making her shudder just the slightest bit.
"Syaoran," she said nervously with a delighted smile. She hugged her lover tightly, satisfied with his words. "I promise, too."
"Eriol," the second girl said, a little shaken by the moment. She never looked at him directly; her eyes were locked with the petal-covered ground. The pink reminded her of the happy girl standing next to her. "Promise that, even if Evil comes again, you'll hold first and foremost onto the one you love?"
The boy with glasses, Eriol, smiled half-heartedly. "I promise," he said finally. He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked up at the blossoms in the cherry tree. His eyes were showing hurt, and mostly discomfort by keeping some sort of secret that needed to be told. His mind, for once, was clouded by denial.
"I promise…" said the petite girl slowly. She smiled, but behind it, deep, deep inside, she was very unwell, and most certainly upset. "I promise to keep the ones I love closest to my heart, even in the heat of battle." Unnoticed, a small, almost insignificant tear squeezed out of the corner of her eye. It was one of about a thousand that wanted to come out.
Syaoran led his lady away. "Sakura and I have to catch our plane now. Since it's summer vacation, she and I are going to visit my family in Hong Kong." Syaoran and Sakura slowly disappeared. Eriol looked at the same ground the young woman in front of him was staring at.
Eriol hesitated before he spoke. "I have to return to England. I'm no longer needed here; Sakura can get by on her own. Kaho will be waiting for me to arrive soon, anyway." He put his hand on the girl's shoulder. "Nadeshiko," he spoke softly.
"Lethe," the girl corrected. Even if her real name was Nadeshiko, she felt like she only wanted him to call her Lethe. Lethe was name that she had when she was the empty girl searching for a better purpose. Shit, she cursed in her mind. She'd give anything for him to call her Nadeshiko, and mean it. To her, calling her Nadeshiko was almost a privilege.
Again, Eriol looked hurt. "…Lethe," he corrected himself regrettably. He didn't want to say anything anymore. He saw that Lethe thrust her hand out for a shake. Slowly, he took it into his own. Once before, he'd kissed her hand while kneeling. But doing that right now suddenly didn't feel right, although he wanted to. Maybe he didn't… oh, well. Eriol shook her hand and walked away without a word.
But even without him saying 'good-bye', Lethe felt the pain stab her deeply. Never had she tried to embrace something so unbearable. She really wanted Eriol to stay. If her life was a mirror of Sakura's, then her mirror just shattered instantly. Lethe hurtfully dropped to her knees. Uncontrollable tears streamed warmly down her face. She knew she wouldn't be happy to her fullest anymore. Never again could she witness something very beautiful…
Love…
