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Chapter One: Transfer Student
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The worst thing about being friends with Eriol Hiiragizawa – he would grimace and insist the correct term was acquaintance – was the fact that you never heard important pieces of information until the last moment.
Eriol would close off his thoughts, easily hiding them away until he wanted them to be discovered; it wasn't until Syaoran saw the boxes that Eriol's hidden thoughts were put out in the open, allowing him to finally know what he hadn't known for weeks.
'We're moving?' the voice was annoyed, and sounded as if the speaker was forcing the obvious question through tightly clenched teeth. Never mind the fact that he didn't actually have any teeth to clench. There was no reply, and the speaker continued, 'To Japan?'
Eriol chuckled, and heard an aggravated growl in the back of his mind. 'Wouldn't you like to see it?'
The voice cursed. 'That's not the point! You didn't tell me!'
'Because you would complain constantly and I would be unable to get any peace.' Eriol's amused smile widened when he was answered with a Chinese curse. He didn't actually speak the language, but after hearing the word so many times he had a good guess at what it meant. 'Really, Syaoran, watch your language.'
Only one figure stood in the small apartment: boy with short, unruly, black hair and large, round glasses over his blue eyes that appeared to be fifteen to sixteen years old. The entire conversation had taken place in the mind of Eriol Hiiragizawa. Contrary to the belief of some who had met him, Eriol was in no way psychotic – as long as 'evil genius' didn't count.
It had been almost half a year since the mind and soul of Syaoran Li had been magically bound to the body of Eriol Hiiragizawa. The previously brunette teen used every opportunity he was presented with to complain, but both of them knew he couldn't help but feel grateful. After all, Syaoran Li would be dead if it weren't for Eriol's quick thinking.
Unfortunately, it didn't seem that simply giving his soul a place to reside had helped much. Syaoran's body had been buried only days after it had been unwillingly abandoned by his soul. He, in Eriol's body, had even attended the funeral service; according to anyone who had known him – friends and family alike – Syaoran Li had died almost six months ago due to a fatal disease. Eriol was currently the only one who knew he was still alive, and until they could find a solution – which was unfortunately highly unlikely – it would stay that way.
And even though they were able read each others thoughts, which was why they were capable of conversing, Eriol had an annoying habit of shutting away anything he didn't want Syaoran to know and keeping him from discovering it.
Eriol heard Syaoran grumble angrily, before keeping quiet, and letting his host explain further. 'We're leaving for the airport this afternoon, and tomorrow will be attending Tomoeda High School in-'
'Let me guess….Tomoeda, Japan?'
Eriol ignored him. '-in Tomoeda, Japan. I heard a rumor that there is a large concentration of magic in that city, and it's highly possible that there might be a way to return you to your original body without killing your soul and mind also.'
'You seem a little too eager to help.'
Syaoran would have grimaced at the sound of Eriol's chuckle if he could. 'Why of course. I can't wait to get you out of my head; so far you've only turned out to be a bother to me both mentally and physically. It's not exactly easy supporting two souls, and you're not exactly a fun person to be around.'
Syaoran snorted. Of course he had known that Eriol would only help him if it helped himself as well. For the umpteenth time since he had found himself in the black-haired teen's body, he wondered just why his current host would willingly become his current host. And for the umpteenth time, both minds ignored the question.
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The one thing Sakura Kinomoto really liked about Tomoeda High School was that you knew almost everybody. It wasn't some small little school out in the middle of nowhere, but it wasn't unbearably big with hundreds and hundreds of kids. When a new student came, everybody knew about it, everybody was interested to meet the new girl or boy.
This was the reason why Classroom 2-A was talking excitedly about the new transfer student from England that would be coming any minute to join their sophomore class.
"I wonder what he'll be like," Chiharu asked as she scooted her desk closer to Sakura, Tomoyo, Naoko, and Rika.
"He'll probably walk on his hands." The four girls raised their eyebrows as they turned to look at the boy who had just walked up behind Chiharu. Takashi Yamazaki stood, a large smile on his face, as he calmly explained, "You see, it is an age old tradition for the English to walk on their hands when they enter a new room. They believe it was orginially started to ward off evil spirits, and even though not many people still believe in them, they have kept up the tradition to honor their ancestors."
Sakura nodded while the other four sighed. "He's lying, Sakura...." Chiharu sighed heavily, glaring up at her annoying boyfriend who simply chuckled.
"Oh..." Sakura hung her head in embarrasment, blushing at the thought that she had fallen for such an outrageous fib, while her friends simply chuckled at her reaction.
"Class!" The students immediantly quieted, looking up to hear what Terada-sensei had to say. "I would like you all to welcome our new student, Eriol Hiiragizawa." He gestured towards the door and a tall, lean boy stepped in, walking normally on his feet. He was definitely handsome, with his short, black hair and bright, blue eyes. Even his large, round glasses seemed to somehow improve his looks.
Eriol smiled and bowed slightly, causing some of the girls in the class to blush slightly. "Hello, my name is Eriol Hiiragizawa. It's a pleasure to meet all of you."
Sakura felt someone elbow her lightly in the ribs, and looked over to see Chiharu smile at her. "He sure is cute, isn't he?" she whispered, unaware of Takeshi's frown.
The brunette nodded, glancing over at Tomoyo and Naoko who had similar smirks plastered on their faces. She giggled, and looked back up at the new student, suddenly aware that he seemed to be staring straight at her. The teenage girl hid her head as she felt a blush covering her face.
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