THE CHAPTER STARTS WITH SYAORAN'S POINT OF VIEW

I do not want to ruin the start by starting with the words "Syaoran's Point Of View" so theres we go.

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Sakura and Syaoran are not half-siblings. They are not blood related at all. Hehe which makes it legal :D though quite not approvable. Ehhh. Syaoran's late mother would be Yelen and his father be Mr Li.
Sakura's late mother and father be Nadeshiko (I know. Shame :X) and Fujitaka- and with Sakura's late brother Touya.

So none of the family trees are changed hehe

Oh and your right. It DID take him 6 or 7 years to realize that he's in love.

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Disclaimer – I don't own ccs but I do have jelly on my table ;(

So people. When theres a huge paragraph that looks like this
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Or somthin like that with lots of full stops. It means the first person is thinking back to the past. Meaning they are flashbacks of the PASS. And it is them thinking IN THE PAST. :):) the words will be in italic so people can recognize which is the PAST. :)


Chapter 6

Angels and Doors


The world is a box.

A box is a room.

A room has a floor.

A ceiling.

Walls…

A door.

A Window.

Light… Travels in straight lines, but that didn't matter, because there wasn't any light at all.

It was dark.

I cannot see anything. I could not see anything. I will not see anything.

There was a time.

When there was a window. Light shined through it… and my world was to be filled with light…

However… I had a curtain.

I was too shy to let that light surround me.

Yet, I had tried to open those curtains often… until one day.

The curtains ripped.

The window cracked

The light left

And it all disappeared altogether.

I was left in the dark.

The world was dark again, with no source of light. I was scared and cold.

I looked for light… but I couldn't find any. I looked for a door to escape. I couldn't find any…

I didn't know… that doors were all around me, and that they were just locked.

And so I was lost in the dark, lost and vulnerable, as I locked everyone out.

Until one day… a girl found a key.

A key to open my door.

And my world was opened.

She opened the door. Light shone so bright it hurt my eyes.

So I tried to lock her out, push her away…

I tried to block the light away, but she had held out a hand to me.

And so I ran towards her hand… towards the light… but the faster I ran, the farther she got…

Until I fell…until I gave up and decided to stay back in the dark.

That is when the girl opened the door wide, stepped into my world and instead of holding out and hand by the door… She walked into my world and caught me instead.

Light surrounded me, and it didn't burn my eyes anymore.

And I never knew… the person who had locked the door… was myself.

She was my light.

Sakura Kinomoto was my light.

And my world was not alone anymore.


And I woke.

It was a Sunday morning. The birds were singing a crappy song, the sun was blazing and the annoying kids were taking their noisy dogs for a walk.

Normally, I would wake up early and have an early swim… but a strange dream had conquered my sleep. Sakura had appeared on it.

Damn it. I actually dream about her.

I heard a knock on the door. "Syaoran! I was going to leave you to sleep but there's been a phone call for you for the fifth time."

It was Sakura.

I don't know but I felt myself incredibly red. I'm so stupid… Her voice reminded me back to the dream.

Sakura opened the door, and walked in. Somehow that scene looked very familiar.

"Syaoran, Here's your phone and----d here's your breakfast." Sakura walked in with a huge smile on her face, holding a small breakfast-in-bed table…with breakfast, along with a pile of towels balancing on her head and even after all that, having a phone between her ear and shoulder.

I stared at her monotonously. It was amazing. How she could balance all that, but could never walk out of the canteen without getting ketchup on her shirt.

"Okay! Master Syaoran had just woken up from his beauty sleep, he, apparently still in his pajamas, is absolutely thrilled to talk to you" Sakura hummed into the phone as she placed the breakfast on my bed and the towels on the couch.

"What'dya want Nick. Dude you woke me up from my beauty sleep." I muttered into the phone groggily. I could hear Sakura giggling.

I couldn't help it, every time she laughs its nearly impossible not to smile with her.

"HAHA. Dude. Do you even know what time it is? Well, its 12:30 and its time for lunch damn right. Hey, Have I ever told you that Sakura's voice is dead cute on the phone?" I heard Nick Crawford ram on the phone.

"No. Shut up. What'dya want?"

"That's not very nice Syaoran!" I heard Sakura say from the other side of the room.

"You shut up too." I answered back at her.

Sakura just smiled back at me.

Blah.

"Yeah. Syaoran stop being a meanie. HAHA Anyways DUDE. ERIOL HI-..Um. Hi-Um. WHATEVER I can't pronounce his last name. ANYWAYS Guess what I heard? Eriol's in lurrrrvee! AND WITH A GIRL. We were both wrong. Eriol isn't gay after all! And all this time, we thought the reason for his anti-woman-ism was because he was GAY! But NOOOO."

I did not say anything through all this.

"Spread the news dude. Hey by the way, I have told you that Sakura's voice is damn hot haven't I?"

"Shut up."

I was pissed off.

I know.

My jealousy rate is probably higher than anyone else, but it's not like anyone should even like someone like Sakura anyways.

I mean no one would like an ugly orphan girl with not much of a sexual charm. Right?

No one would like Sakura the way I do except… well, me.

"Dude I need to get myself a girlfriend. Is Sakura free huh? Huh? Huh? How come I'm still a virgin? Dude is something WRONG WITH ME?"

At this point, I was staring at Sakura.

She had just opened the windows and the wind blew in.

I watched her in my normal expressionless face. Her hair was flying and her eyes were surprised. She was holding the pile of towels again.

The sudden burst of wind must have alarmed her, since she had tripped from the edge of the carpet and the folded towels all opened up once again and had smothered her.

She got up laughing, her hair flying, her emerald eyes filled with mirth and towels all over her…

Truthfully, she wasn't ugly. She was probably the most beautiful thing in the world… and truthfully, she had this ability to laugh and smile in any situation… that was probably the biggest charm that had drawn me to her… and truthfully… she wasn't really an orphan because… she had always considered me her family…

I must have been watching her for a really long time since I could hear Nick Crawford shouting onto the phone

"SYAORAN. THAT WAS A NO RIGHT? NOTHING'S WRONG WITH ME RIGHT? DUDE ANSWER ME!"

Blah.

I hung up on him.

Sakura had made me pancakes again…and beside the plate was a glass of chocolate milk. She is probably the only person in the world to know that I liked chocolate milk.

Shameful but true.

It really was a nice day today.


(Eriol's story)

I did not even know her.

I never even knew her name. I never knew she even existed.

Nor did I exist in her life.

We were two different people… oblivious to what each other meant… We lived in literally two different worlds… yet we stood on the same floor not knowing.

Such a stupid cliché tale, but I was in it. Such a stupid character… but I was being it.

Such a stupid feeling, but I was feeling it.

Everyone probably knows the story of Cinderella. One of the most famous fairytale stories of all time, a tale that had been re-written, re-performed and re-made over centuries.

It is a story that was made all over the world… a story that had many versions, many different names and cultures…yet, the same plot. The best-known version was probably the one written by the French author, Charles Perrault in 1697… the version that Disney had animated and become one of the most famous Disney movies over time.

But it wasn't the first.

There were millions of versions of "Cinderella" written before Charles Perrault's fairytale.

The earliest version of the story originated in China around 860 A.D. It appeared in "The Miscellaneous Record of You Yang" by Tuan Ch'eng-Shih, a book which dates all the way from the Tang Dynasty.

Anyways.

Again, my logic has taken over… and covered what I really wanted to say.

I should have recognized her right away, but I did not. My logic took over once again and I have once again mixed my head with my heart. (Damn I must stop rhyming.)

It's been more than… 3 years It was… ages ago. I was…about only the start of my teens, of about 13 or 14 of age.

That warm night of Spring… was the night I met her. She was not the girl of my dreams… my ideal type of woman… or the perfect girl that I was looking for.

She wasn't perfect…

She wasn't what I expected.

She was so much more.

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Another party.

Another party was being held in the humble abode of well, my home.

It was another party of glamour, luxury and pleasure.

Not.

It was just another party full of snobby rich aristocrats and high-class friends of my equally snobbish parents. .

It was also their excuse to introduce me to daughters of the rich and famous… hoping for my attention and appeal.

Hell No.

Yes, I was born like a prince since I stepped my little feet onto the surface of the earth. I cannot say that I wish I wasn't, because then I would be lying. But, I can't help but wonder if there was anything more than all this shitty dullness I had at the moment.

It wasn't that the people here were ugly or unattractive or anything, they were fairly eye-catching actually, with all those layers and layers of make up and the expensive gowns, suits and bling bling.

They were all the same though. It was odd but I have always wished to go to a normal public school, which is, of course impossible, due to me being Japanese and English, and unable to understand Cantonese.

But maybe, I could at least go to a more-normal English school, not like this snobby private school for the extremely rich, like I was going right now.

I could not get up and dance, all the English classic songs had started to bore me immensely, and I couldn't stand listening to the same songs over and over again.

Which is probably the main reason, I decided to go for a walk.

I do not know why, but I had a strange appeal to go to the private forest garden. This was where lots of trees were planted… like our own personal forest. The trees towered over the garden, soaring higher than the house into the stars.

There was one tree. A tree that stood taller than the rest, and a tree that I had always climbed up when I needed to get away from everything, and just think.

Sitting on the branch of that tree, I looked up to the stars. I just sat with no thought.

Suddenly, I heard a voice.
The voice was singing.

Singing with the most heavenly voice I have ever heard… So exotic and different… she was singing in Japanese, since Japan was my origin, I understood.

It was so different to the repetitive English songs that I have heard so far, living in England since I was young, and only recently moving into my Hong Kong home, I have never really… heard much Japanese songs.

But her voice… was so enchanting. As if caught in a spell, I climbed back down the tree and walked around looking for the owner of this voice of heaven.

A voice of an angel.

The voice must have seen me, since as soon as I got down, the voice stopped.

"Hello?" I nervously mumbled. I heard rustling, and more rustling.

A flower fell, and another, and another, and another. Until a whole cloud of flowers rained down on me.

I looked up hesitantly.

"Watch Out!" I heard in a fraction of a second, before I saw something falling towards me. I yelled and closed my eyes, a pain on my stomach.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the most beautiful person in the world.

No, she was not a person. It really was an angel.

I had nearly forgotten how to breathe, as I stood and just stared at the figure that was on top of me.

I froze.

A long purple ribbon got loose and fell from her hair… and,

As soon as the ribbon fell, her flowing ebony hair was flying, covered with the shower of lily magnolias; it was long… long enough to be tickling my face as she and I were frozen in the lengths of time.

Her white dress was very simple… nothing like the extravagant gowns that were worn in the party, its silky pale fabric elegantly falling, covering her feet. Another longer purple ribbon was tied in her waist, as the rest of the fabric under it flowed down to the ground like a graceful river.

But what caught me off guard were her eyes.

Beautiful amethysts.

Eyes I have never seen before, eyes that were so exotic and so full of… full of sorrow…

Eyes that looked so sad and so vulnerable that it took my breath away.

"Go-Gomen Nasai! Ano… I mean I'm so very sorry!"

I thought an angel fell from the sky…

And then, she disappeared, she ran off.

Just like that.

Leaving just a long string of purple ribbon on the ground.

She disappeared as fast as she had appeared…

And I never saw her again

I, Eriol Hiiragizawa, fell in love that night.

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Lol sorry for not updating long.

Remember last chapter was Saturday. And today's one is Sunday.

So next chapter would be school again.

Oh. And since many people wanted and were already expected and was planned.

There is going to be another boy and another girl affecting Sakura and Syaoran's relationship.

Ciao :P

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