Hey!!! I haven't been posting my fics lately but I have a really good
excuse…I've been moving, then there was Christmas and new year's and then I
couldn't find my stories…I had already written down the ideas so I was
screwed for a few weeks but I am posting as many chapters as I can possibly
dish out. I'm just glad I got a chance to type up a few chapters today.
Which reminds me…on with this one!!
Yumemiro Hito
Chapter 2 – an unexpected guest
"Ma'am? There's a young man at the gates asking for you." The stout woman told me when I had finished getting dressed. I had finally settled back into what seemed like my normal life, or 'Lady Sakura's' life, but I couldn't shake the familiarity of my supposed dream. It seemed so real, like it was a memory instead of a normal dream.
"Alright. I'll see him in the study. Did he by any chance tell you his name?" I asked as the old woman, I remembered as Otomi Tatsu, was walking out of my chambers. She hesitated before she replied.
"Li-sama." She answered, seemingly between gritted teeth, and shut the door behind her.
~*~
I pushed open the beautifully carved oak doors to the study and instantly noticed the roaring fire in the fireplace that was lighting up the entire room. I closed the doors quietly and saw a figure sitting rigidly in a red velvet chair, facing the fire. He made no sign that he was aware of my presence. I walked over to him silently and paused for a moment behind his chair. I could see that his head was in his hands and his elbows were resting on his knees and he still seemed rigid.
"It took me so long to find you Sakura-chan." He said without turning around.
"Who are you?" I blurted out. As far as I could remember, the only Li family I knew was in my strange dreams.
"You don't remember me? I guess it has been a while." He said and turned to face me. I almost died when I saw his face, lighted by the flickering flames. Sure he had aged a year or two, but the similarities were uncanny. "My name is Li Syaoran." He answered. I was stunned. My mouth hung open and I gaped at him. This had to be the man from my constant dreams.
"Li S-Syaoran?" I repeated. No way. This had to be another dream. It couldn't possibly be real.
"Do you remember me?" he asked with a hint of eagerness in his voice. His glare was still etched in his eyes and his brow was still furrowed. It was obvious he rarely smiled, if at all.
"I-I'm not exactly sure." I sat down on the floor suddenly, right where I was standing. He jumped up from his spot, picked me up and put me in his chair. He kneeled before me, barely visible by my layers of skirts.
"What do you mean?" he asked, confused by my answer. "Don't you remember Kero and Tomoyo-Chan, your best friend? What about the cards?" he pressed.
"Stop!" I ordered. "I do not 'remember' them because they aren't real." I forced out. "You aren't real." I added, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. "It was nothing more than a dream." I whispered, covering my ears, squeezing my eyes shut, and shaking my head. Slowly I pulled my knees to my chest, forcing my skirts to billow up even further, making me look closed off. The man didn't give up, though.
"That was no dream. How can I prove it to you?" he asked, smoothing down my skirts, and pulling my hands from my ears.
"You can't prove anything because I know it was a dream. I am a princess not a magician. I am destined to rule over Sekai not capture card spirits. An I am not in love with a dream!" I protested. "I have a future here. Why do I remember growing up here if I'm a card captor? It was a dream, nothing more." I ended rather snootily. Sure I seemed stuck up, but I had a right to be, didn't I? Some man, who coincidentally looks like someone in one of my dreams shows up on my doorstep and tries to convince me to give up my throne to pretend I was some magician, I had every right to be a little cold to him.
"But Sakura!" he protested again. "I've been looking for you for years!" he exclaimed. I still didn't believe him. In my dreams we were still together, so this man had to be lying.
"You have no proof. Nothing but your word and a couple of coincidences to back you up. Nothing more." I said and stood from my seat. "I think you should be leaving. I ended politely and made for the doors. He grabbed my arm, stopping me.
"If I can get you proof will you believe me?" he asked.
"That would really have to depend on what proof you have." I answered and he let me leave.
To be continued...
Sorry this is quite a short chapter but this is where it ends in my notes. I found out what will happen if you ignore what you write in your notes (total chaos!). N e way. I have finally updated Yumemiro Hito and hopefully I'll get out some more chapters soon.
Ja ne.
Yumemiro Hito
Chapter 2 – an unexpected guest
"Ma'am? There's a young man at the gates asking for you." The stout woman told me when I had finished getting dressed. I had finally settled back into what seemed like my normal life, or 'Lady Sakura's' life, but I couldn't shake the familiarity of my supposed dream. It seemed so real, like it was a memory instead of a normal dream.
"Alright. I'll see him in the study. Did he by any chance tell you his name?" I asked as the old woman, I remembered as Otomi Tatsu, was walking out of my chambers. She hesitated before she replied.
"Li-sama." She answered, seemingly between gritted teeth, and shut the door behind her.
~*~
I pushed open the beautifully carved oak doors to the study and instantly noticed the roaring fire in the fireplace that was lighting up the entire room. I closed the doors quietly and saw a figure sitting rigidly in a red velvet chair, facing the fire. He made no sign that he was aware of my presence. I walked over to him silently and paused for a moment behind his chair. I could see that his head was in his hands and his elbows were resting on his knees and he still seemed rigid.
"It took me so long to find you Sakura-chan." He said without turning around.
"Who are you?" I blurted out. As far as I could remember, the only Li family I knew was in my strange dreams.
"You don't remember me? I guess it has been a while." He said and turned to face me. I almost died when I saw his face, lighted by the flickering flames. Sure he had aged a year or two, but the similarities were uncanny. "My name is Li Syaoran." He answered. I was stunned. My mouth hung open and I gaped at him. This had to be the man from my constant dreams.
"Li S-Syaoran?" I repeated. No way. This had to be another dream. It couldn't possibly be real.
"Do you remember me?" he asked with a hint of eagerness in his voice. His glare was still etched in his eyes and his brow was still furrowed. It was obvious he rarely smiled, if at all.
"I-I'm not exactly sure." I sat down on the floor suddenly, right where I was standing. He jumped up from his spot, picked me up and put me in his chair. He kneeled before me, barely visible by my layers of skirts.
"What do you mean?" he asked, confused by my answer. "Don't you remember Kero and Tomoyo-Chan, your best friend? What about the cards?" he pressed.
"Stop!" I ordered. "I do not 'remember' them because they aren't real." I forced out. "You aren't real." I added, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. "It was nothing more than a dream." I whispered, covering my ears, squeezing my eyes shut, and shaking my head. Slowly I pulled my knees to my chest, forcing my skirts to billow up even further, making me look closed off. The man didn't give up, though.
"That was no dream. How can I prove it to you?" he asked, smoothing down my skirts, and pulling my hands from my ears.
"You can't prove anything because I know it was a dream. I am a princess not a magician. I am destined to rule over Sekai not capture card spirits. An I am not in love with a dream!" I protested. "I have a future here. Why do I remember growing up here if I'm a card captor? It was a dream, nothing more." I ended rather snootily. Sure I seemed stuck up, but I had a right to be, didn't I? Some man, who coincidentally looks like someone in one of my dreams shows up on my doorstep and tries to convince me to give up my throne to pretend I was some magician, I had every right to be a little cold to him.
"But Sakura!" he protested again. "I've been looking for you for years!" he exclaimed. I still didn't believe him. In my dreams we were still together, so this man had to be lying.
"You have no proof. Nothing but your word and a couple of coincidences to back you up. Nothing more." I said and stood from my seat. "I think you should be leaving. I ended politely and made for the doors. He grabbed my arm, stopping me.
"If I can get you proof will you believe me?" he asked.
"That would really have to depend on what proof you have." I answered and he let me leave.
To be continued...
Sorry this is quite a short chapter but this is where it ends in my notes. I found out what will happen if you ignore what you write in your notes (total chaos!). N e way. I have finally updated Yumemiro Hito and hopefully I'll get out some more chapters soon.
Ja ne.