Spiffy, Spiffy Disclaimer/ Aw man! I don't own CCS! Or my computer! (Unfourtunetly.) Although I do own this, so I think, unique story plot, so you no go 'My story plot!'
Doomed Days Chapter Four: Introductions
Syaoran froze.
This young girl- this seemingly stupid young girl was just staring at him like she did this everyday, finding people's names out of nowhere. But what the hell did she mean by that? Tell her the rest of his story? His mind felt numb. Right now, he wished nothing more than he could just run from this living cliché in front of him. When he was in elementary school, girls that looked fragile, were fragile. Girls that looked smart, were smart, and girls that looked dumb were dumb. But there was living proof, that a girl existed that did not fit into just one category. He couldn't label her.
The Sin were evil.
He was good.
The world was corrupt.
She didn't fit into a slot. He couldn't figure out what she was thinking; and frankly, that scared him. Wait. He looked really closly towards this strange lady, and without moving, his own amber eyes looked into her emerald ones. He could see flickers of emotion there- not devoid of life like some. Syaoran was quite entranced by this, not noticing that she was doing the same. Amber orbs prodded, and pushed. Then, one emotion that did not flicker through her eyes like others, showed it self.
Pain.
The girl couldn't see the shade of his eyes behind his mask- she could barely make out the shape. In fact, it felt quite like an emotional void; a blank brick wall. Then she noticed that he was seeing what he could find within her own eyes. Instantly, she felt
uncomfortable. No one had done that for years, not since her parents were around. She also noticed that he wasn't willing to say the first word. Fine. She thought. I'll spill the beans.
She drew back. "Alrighty then, Li-san. Let me tell you a little about myself, then."
Folding her hands, she kept her eyes away from his own, unwilling to go through such an experience again.
" My name is Sakura Kinomoto. My parents, Nadeshiko and Fujitaka, started our little group here. You obviously haven't met any other of our members, seeing as they are currently on assignment. We are all rebels against the Sin, and I'm the leader- answering your question on why I was under such heavy guard. Not that they really know, but they have a good guess."
Taking a gulp of tea, she then realised it was bitterly cold. Not a good idea.
" Our group, which I'll let you know, is called the Hidden, aptly named, no? We're almost all stealth, except Takashi-san, He's our inside man. You'll never meet a better lyer in your lifetime. Oh, and Eriol-kun. You might know him."
Syaoran stared incredulously at her. "You know Eriol? Eriol Hiragizawa? Really?" He cradled his head in his hands. " You're very unfourtunate to have met him."
Sakura laughed. Syaoran could've sworn that that laugh was pure childish innocence. Perhaps the last the world had.
She giggled, surpising herself. She hadn't done that in a long time. "Yes, I know Eriol-kun! He visits different countries in hope in finding support from those also supressed by the Sin. He swears he does it by magic, but after Takashi-san, I'm not falling for that."
He chuckled. "You'd be surprised on how true Eriol's words are."
"You aren't serious."
"Sure I am."
"That's impossible! No one has magic!"
"Ah! That's where you wrong! We all do! Even you!"
"No. You're joshing me."
Syaoran's tone turned serious. "Not at all. That's how the Sin took over."
A/N: Well, my original Chapter 4 was really long, and squoshed with information, so I had to cut it in half.