It Started Out As. . .
Well, howdy there! This is a ficlet idea that popped into mind. I want to say, yes, Clamp used the idea first, so duh! I'm getting it from them! Anywhoo. Me no think you should worry, because I'll put my own twistiness to it, so you can't say anything! :p
I don't own CCS or the characters in it. No copyright infringement intended.
Onward Ho!
~*~*~
In Eriol's sick mind of torment and misery, we see a shining light of hope, of greatness, and well-what we want to call humor.
You see, one day Eriol wasn't feeling too well, and our dear magician, who is currently the second strongest in the world, was able to do things that no normal magician should be able to do. Subsequently, you have a bed- ridden magician with fever, who's slightly delusional, and is currently the second strongest magician in the world, what do you get?
Well, the production of this story, of course, and we all get this from Eriol's delusional and fever-ridden mind.
~*~
One day Hiiragizawa Eriol woke up one morning to only realize the fact that if he moved too quickly, the world around him would spin into a world of chaos and swirled colours. He derived the reason to this was because he hadn't put on his glasses yet. This to conclusion, he fumbled, albeit rather sluggishly, for the glasses that were on his nightstand. Once his fingers had come into contact with the spectacles, he pulled them to him, and he realized that it had caused him major discomfort to actually get them. What would happen when he'd actually raise them up to place them upon the bridge of his nose?
That was a feat he decided he'd accomplish, as he was very eager to go to school that morning. He had the best dream the night before, and he wanted to wreak havoc upon Seijou High and it's inhabitants. This didn't bode well for the magician as he rather painfully placed the glasses upon his nose. He struggled to put his feet on the floor and stand.
He begged his feet to move, and they did, little centimetres they did. He rolled his eyes, though it ended up hurting his head a lot more than expected. Once he placed his sock covered feet upon the floor and stood up, he smiled happily and fell over onto the bed. He groaned-and it wasn't just because he didn't succeed-into the pillow. He used his arms to push himself upwards, and he rolled over onto his back.
He stared at his ceiling, which was a speckled blue. He decided that he was okay, that he was fine, that he was going to school, and he was going to wreak havoc upon Seijou High, or his name wasn't Hiiragizawa Eriol. He decided to give it another try, and this time he succeeded and made it to the door. Where he was given the task of having to open it. He smiled this would be a piece of cake, and with a twist of his magic the door opened to reveal the stairs.
Eriol groaned as he laid his forehead against his arm that was conveniently placed on the frame of the door. He pushed himself up once again as he walked down the lengthy flights of stairs (He was grabbing the railing for dear life.) and ended up in the lavishing foyer of the entrance into his home. He grinned slightly as he saw the very last step, and he put his foot uneasily down. He collapsed there, as he was straining himself very much so to get down the stairs.
"And to think I'm being put under demanding woes such as this," he muttered to the floor as he was sitting there with his head in his hands.
He was starting to wonder where his guardians were, as they were usually up before he was. He looked around, and everything seemed quiet. He shook his head in dismay, when he actually needed them, they weren't there. He pulled himself up once more, and made his way to the kitchen. He finally found where his guardians were.
He was looking at Nakuru in an apron, who was holding Spinel Sun by the tail who was blatantly refusing the sugar she was trying to force feed him. Once Nakuru noticed Eriol, she giggled insanely as she tried to hide Spinel Sun behind her back.
"Eh, hehehe, Suppi-chan just wanted a good, *nutritious* breakfast. I felt that it is my duty being the only female in this household to do that for him," Nakuru said in a wacky and weird way of trying to defend herself.
"Nakuru, that is a load of processed cow dung," Spinel Sun said through clinched teeth.
Nakuru stared dimly at Spinel Sun, and grinned as she got her spoon out once again and gushed, "I thank Cerberus for showing me this wonderful past- time!"
Spinel Sun, being reminded of that time when it happened, opened his mouth to say, "Fairy indeed!" but instead got a mouth full of sugar-coated sugar. Nakuru smiled happily at her accomplishment, and was more than delighted when Suppi-chan emerged forth.
"Suppi-chan! Here, I made you the BEST breakfast, it has all my food groups in it," Nakuru said putting a plate of sweets out in front of Suppi- chan, who was more than delighted to stuff his face in the sweets.
"Ne, Master Eriol, what's the matter?" Nakuru asked once she noticed that Eriol didn't seem quite himself.
He was merely leaning against the doorframe, speculating the scene calmly. He arched his eyebrow when he heard Nakuru voice his obvious sickness.
"By the way, Master Eriol, why *did* you make Suppi-chan allergic to sugar?" Nakuru asked completely forgetting about her former question.
"Eh-" Eriol was about to answer, but he slumped and sat on the floor, leaning his head against the frame. His glasses sliding slightly down his nose. He had beaded droplets of perspiration all over his face and his body. Nakuru was slightly alarmed, and ran to him with shock apparent on her face.
"Master Eriol!" Nakuru said once she got to him. She put her hand on his forehead to check his temperature. She finally noticed the reason Eriol wasn't genki this morning was because he had a terrible fever and had more than likely caught the new type of influenza that was going around Tomoeda.
"Master Eriol, you shouldn't have even gotten out of bed. Here, I'll help bring you upstairs." Nakuru actually picked Eriol up, and carried him like a baby to his bedroom. She pulled the blankets back, and put him in bed, pulling the covers up to his chin.
She took his glasses off, and yelled for Suppi to bring a glass of water upstairs. Eriol watched, with blurry eyes, as what looked like a flying fairy come into his room with a glass of water. Suppi was actually sober now, as he had this nagging feeling telling him that Master Eriol wasn't feeling too well.
Nakuru told Eriol to stay in bed, and if he needed anything, to ring the bell, which Nakuru pulled from her apron. Eriol eyed the bell with scrutiny.
"Pray tell, how did you just happen to have a bell?" Eriol asked.
"Oh, I always carry a bell with me, didn't you know?" Nakuru said smiling.
"Now, I need to give you some medicine, don't worry, I'll be back in a bit. I'll call the school and tell that that you aren't feeling well, so you're staying home. Don't try to get out of bed, like I said, ring the bell."
Eriol nodded somewhat reluctantly, and laid down and closed his eyes. Falling back into the pillows, he grumbled because he didn't get to go to school today.
Nakuru stared at Eriol with ruby eyes, and smiled sweetly. She skipped out of the door, pulling Spinel Sun along with her.
"Come, Suppi-chan, we need to call the high school so Master Eriol doesn't get into trouble!" Nakuru proclaimed grabbing Spinel Sun by the tail.
He sighed in defeat and said, "My name isn't Suppi."
Eriol sighed in somewhat of a defeat, there was no possible way you could argue with Nakuru and actually win. Well, Touya could, but he had some kind of special power that had 'Nakuru Repellant' in it. Now that he thought about it, he should probably ask Touya where he could get some of that repellant.
Giving another resigned sigh, he slumped back into his pillow, his head sinking into the bunched up mass of goose feathers. He turned over to his side, and went to sleep, not wanting to be awake to think of how terrible it was not to be torturing his favourite subject today.
Eriol was having one of the more normal dreams, and he felt so sick to his stomach, as a wave of nausea hit him. He opened his eyes slowly, as he saw Nakuru standing there, her hand on her hip.
"Master Eriol, I told you that you had to take your medicine!" Nakuru aid rather dejectedly.
"I ca-" Eriol had started off, but he got up hurriedly, only to be hit by another wave of nausea. It didn't help his situation much, so he got up and ran to the toilet.
Once there, he regurgitated profusely. Once he finished, he flushed the toilet rather unceremoniously. He stumbled out of the toilet, and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his pajamas. Nakuru, not really wanting to help Eriol that much now that he, to nicely put it, barfed, reluctantly walked over to assist him to his bed. Spinel Sun was smothering a grin as he planted himself on a pillow resigning on the daybed.
Nakuru once again tucked Eriol in, but this time she made him sit up with the blankets around him. She held the glass of water in one hand, the medicine in the other. She looked horribly like one of those nurses in the old horror flicks.
Eriol muttered out something incoherent, but it was something along those lines of her needing to wear the bloody white hat the red coloured cross on the front.
Nakuru tilted her head, she usually could understand Eriol. She decided to pay no mind to it, and she said "Ah," as she held the spoon with the repulsive red liquid up to his mouth. (I *abhor* cough medicine, I'd rather die than take it.) Eriol, not being in the right state of mind, or maybe he was, turned his head to the left. He said loud enough for her to hear, "It'll be a cold day in hell before I take that, and Syaoran won't actually pass out from blood loss if he saw Sakura naked."
Nakuru's eyes opened so very wide and she started to laugh. Eriol looked at her with unfocused eyes and asked what was so funny.
"Nothing. I could just see Li-san passing out because Kinomoto-san was in a swimsuit, much less her naked."
Eriol thought about this a bit more, and he started laughing. This was when Nakuru attacked, and the foul liquid was shoved into his mouth. He wouldn't dare cough or sputter, instead swallowed it. (Much, much pity goes out to him.) If he were to spit it out, it would ruin his bedspread, and he definitely didn't want that happening. A certain amethyst eyed, black hair with purple tinted beauty had made it for him. He was quite fond of it, he said it was because it was comfortable, but Nakuru would argue otherwise.
Once he had swallowed it; he made an urgent grab for the water, which Nakuru gave him. She also speculated how he didn't spit out the cough medicine.
"I guess that's because a certain Daidouji-san made that for you, Master Eriol," Nakuru said with a smile.
"Go away, I'm slightly sick," Eriol said, turning away after he had gently set the cup down upon his nightstand.
"Alright, Master Eriol, as you wish," Nakuru had said, once again stepping out and pulling Suppi-chan with her.
Eriol went back into his relaxing, or maybe it wasn't so relaxing, sleep. What Eriol dreams to come is something that no one really wants. Or do they? ~*~*~
This is the end of the prologue, the rest will be up pretty shortly. Arigato, minna-san! Please read the next chappy, o-negai! :)~~~~ Ja ne for now!
Well, howdy there! This is a ficlet idea that popped into mind. I want to say, yes, Clamp used the idea first, so duh! I'm getting it from them! Anywhoo. Me no think you should worry, because I'll put my own twistiness to it, so you can't say anything! :p
I don't own CCS or the characters in it. No copyright infringement intended.
Onward Ho!
~*~*~
In Eriol's sick mind of torment and misery, we see a shining light of hope, of greatness, and well-what we want to call humor.
You see, one day Eriol wasn't feeling too well, and our dear magician, who is currently the second strongest in the world, was able to do things that no normal magician should be able to do. Subsequently, you have a bed- ridden magician with fever, who's slightly delusional, and is currently the second strongest magician in the world, what do you get?
Well, the production of this story, of course, and we all get this from Eriol's delusional and fever-ridden mind.
~*~
One day Hiiragizawa Eriol woke up one morning to only realize the fact that if he moved too quickly, the world around him would spin into a world of chaos and swirled colours. He derived the reason to this was because he hadn't put on his glasses yet. This to conclusion, he fumbled, albeit rather sluggishly, for the glasses that were on his nightstand. Once his fingers had come into contact with the spectacles, he pulled them to him, and he realized that it had caused him major discomfort to actually get them. What would happen when he'd actually raise them up to place them upon the bridge of his nose?
That was a feat he decided he'd accomplish, as he was very eager to go to school that morning. He had the best dream the night before, and he wanted to wreak havoc upon Seijou High and it's inhabitants. This didn't bode well for the magician as he rather painfully placed the glasses upon his nose. He struggled to put his feet on the floor and stand.
He begged his feet to move, and they did, little centimetres they did. He rolled his eyes, though it ended up hurting his head a lot more than expected. Once he placed his sock covered feet upon the floor and stood up, he smiled happily and fell over onto the bed. He groaned-and it wasn't just because he didn't succeed-into the pillow. He used his arms to push himself upwards, and he rolled over onto his back.
He stared at his ceiling, which was a speckled blue. He decided that he was okay, that he was fine, that he was going to school, and he was going to wreak havoc upon Seijou High, or his name wasn't Hiiragizawa Eriol. He decided to give it another try, and this time he succeeded and made it to the door. Where he was given the task of having to open it. He smiled this would be a piece of cake, and with a twist of his magic the door opened to reveal the stairs.
Eriol groaned as he laid his forehead against his arm that was conveniently placed on the frame of the door. He pushed himself up once again as he walked down the lengthy flights of stairs (He was grabbing the railing for dear life.) and ended up in the lavishing foyer of the entrance into his home. He grinned slightly as he saw the very last step, and he put his foot uneasily down. He collapsed there, as he was straining himself very much so to get down the stairs.
"And to think I'm being put under demanding woes such as this," he muttered to the floor as he was sitting there with his head in his hands.
He was starting to wonder where his guardians were, as they were usually up before he was. He looked around, and everything seemed quiet. He shook his head in dismay, when he actually needed them, they weren't there. He pulled himself up once more, and made his way to the kitchen. He finally found where his guardians were.
He was looking at Nakuru in an apron, who was holding Spinel Sun by the tail who was blatantly refusing the sugar she was trying to force feed him. Once Nakuru noticed Eriol, she giggled insanely as she tried to hide Spinel Sun behind her back.
"Eh, hehehe, Suppi-chan just wanted a good, *nutritious* breakfast. I felt that it is my duty being the only female in this household to do that for him," Nakuru said in a wacky and weird way of trying to defend herself.
"Nakuru, that is a load of processed cow dung," Spinel Sun said through clinched teeth.
Nakuru stared dimly at Spinel Sun, and grinned as she got her spoon out once again and gushed, "I thank Cerberus for showing me this wonderful past- time!"
Spinel Sun, being reminded of that time when it happened, opened his mouth to say, "Fairy indeed!" but instead got a mouth full of sugar-coated sugar. Nakuru smiled happily at her accomplishment, and was more than delighted when Suppi-chan emerged forth.
"Suppi-chan! Here, I made you the BEST breakfast, it has all my food groups in it," Nakuru said putting a plate of sweets out in front of Suppi- chan, who was more than delighted to stuff his face in the sweets.
"Ne, Master Eriol, what's the matter?" Nakuru asked once she noticed that Eriol didn't seem quite himself.
He was merely leaning against the doorframe, speculating the scene calmly. He arched his eyebrow when he heard Nakuru voice his obvious sickness.
"By the way, Master Eriol, why *did* you make Suppi-chan allergic to sugar?" Nakuru asked completely forgetting about her former question.
"Eh-" Eriol was about to answer, but he slumped and sat on the floor, leaning his head against the frame. His glasses sliding slightly down his nose. He had beaded droplets of perspiration all over his face and his body. Nakuru was slightly alarmed, and ran to him with shock apparent on her face.
"Master Eriol!" Nakuru said once she got to him. She put her hand on his forehead to check his temperature. She finally noticed the reason Eriol wasn't genki this morning was because he had a terrible fever and had more than likely caught the new type of influenza that was going around Tomoeda.
"Master Eriol, you shouldn't have even gotten out of bed. Here, I'll help bring you upstairs." Nakuru actually picked Eriol up, and carried him like a baby to his bedroom. She pulled the blankets back, and put him in bed, pulling the covers up to his chin.
She took his glasses off, and yelled for Suppi to bring a glass of water upstairs. Eriol watched, with blurry eyes, as what looked like a flying fairy come into his room with a glass of water. Suppi was actually sober now, as he had this nagging feeling telling him that Master Eriol wasn't feeling too well.
Nakuru told Eriol to stay in bed, and if he needed anything, to ring the bell, which Nakuru pulled from her apron. Eriol eyed the bell with scrutiny.
"Pray tell, how did you just happen to have a bell?" Eriol asked.
"Oh, I always carry a bell with me, didn't you know?" Nakuru said smiling.
"Now, I need to give you some medicine, don't worry, I'll be back in a bit. I'll call the school and tell that that you aren't feeling well, so you're staying home. Don't try to get out of bed, like I said, ring the bell."
Eriol nodded somewhat reluctantly, and laid down and closed his eyes. Falling back into the pillows, he grumbled because he didn't get to go to school today.
Nakuru stared at Eriol with ruby eyes, and smiled sweetly. She skipped out of the door, pulling Spinel Sun along with her.
"Come, Suppi-chan, we need to call the high school so Master Eriol doesn't get into trouble!" Nakuru proclaimed grabbing Spinel Sun by the tail.
He sighed in defeat and said, "My name isn't Suppi."
Eriol sighed in somewhat of a defeat, there was no possible way you could argue with Nakuru and actually win. Well, Touya could, but he had some kind of special power that had 'Nakuru Repellant' in it. Now that he thought about it, he should probably ask Touya where he could get some of that repellant.
Giving another resigned sigh, he slumped back into his pillow, his head sinking into the bunched up mass of goose feathers. He turned over to his side, and went to sleep, not wanting to be awake to think of how terrible it was not to be torturing his favourite subject today.
Eriol was having one of the more normal dreams, and he felt so sick to his stomach, as a wave of nausea hit him. He opened his eyes slowly, as he saw Nakuru standing there, her hand on her hip.
"Master Eriol, I told you that you had to take your medicine!" Nakuru aid rather dejectedly.
"I ca-" Eriol had started off, but he got up hurriedly, only to be hit by another wave of nausea. It didn't help his situation much, so he got up and ran to the toilet.
Once there, he regurgitated profusely. Once he finished, he flushed the toilet rather unceremoniously. He stumbled out of the toilet, and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his pajamas. Nakuru, not really wanting to help Eriol that much now that he, to nicely put it, barfed, reluctantly walked over to assist him to his bed. Spinel Sun was smothering a grin as he planted himself on a pillow resigning on the daybed.
Nakuru once again tucked Eriol in, but this time she made him sit up with the blankets around him. She held the glass of water in one hand, the medicine in the other. She looked horribly like one of those nurses in the old horror flicks.
Eriol muttered out something incoherent, but it was something along those lines of her needing to wear the bloody white hat the red coloured cross on the front.
Nakuru tilted her head, she usually could understand Eriol. She decided to pay no mind to it, and she said "Ah," as she held the spoon with the repulsive red liquid up to his mouth. (I *abhor* cough medicine, I'd rather die than take it.) Eriol, not being in the right state of mind, or maybe he was, turned his head to the left. He said loud enough for her to hear, "It'll be a cold day in hell before I take that, and Syaoran won't actually pass out from blood loss if he saw Sakura naked."
Nakuru's eyes opened so very wide and she started to laugh. Eriol looked at her with unfocused eyes and asked what was so funny.
"Nothing. I could just see Li-san passing out because Kinomoto-san was in a swimsuit, much less her naked."
Eriol thought about this a bit more, and he started laughing. This was when Nakuru attacked, and the foul liquid was shoved into his mouth. He wouldn't dare cough or sputter, instead swallowed it. (Much, much pity goes out to him.) If he were to spit it out, it would ruin his bedspread, and he definitely didn't want that happening. A certain amethyst eyed, black hair with purple tinted beauty had made it for him. He was quite fond of it, he said it was because it was comfortable, but Nakuru would argue otherwise.
Once he had swallowed it; he made an urgent grab for the water, which Nakuru gave him. She also speculated how he didn't spit out the cough medicine.
"I guess that's because a certain Daidouji-san made that for you, Master Eriol," Nakuru said with a smile.
"Go away, I'm slightly sick," Eriol said, turning away after he had gently set the cup down upon his nightstand.
"Alright, Master Eriol, as you wish," Nakuru had said, once again stepping out and pulling Suppi-chan with her.
Eriol went back into his relaxing, or maybe it wasn't so relaxing, sleep. What Eriol dreams to come is something that no one really wants. Or do they? ~*~*~
This is the end of the prologue, the rest will be up pretty shortly. Arigato, minna-san! Please read the next chappy, o-negai! :)~~~~ Ja ne for now!