N/A: Not applicable.
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[ Nothing Left to Lose
Chapitre VII - Closer
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Life flies by
So you have to embrace it.
Forget the past
Because you cannot erase it.
Eriol didn't know where he was going, or how he got there in the first place.
He had woken up that morning to find a black opening at the foot of his bed. Well, technically, he didn't find it until it had swallowed him up from his feet up.
The navy-haired boy stumbled over his own feet. His surroundings seemed hazy and his own body felt muted. But somehow, he knew he had to keep going forward. The ground under his shoeless toes feet felt slippery. Eriol wondered what it was made of, but could not bring himself to look down.
The tunnel – or was it a chamber? – felt narrow and neverending. Eventually, however, Eriol reached a dark opening much like the one that swallowed him earlier. 'What's this?' Fear flew through his veins as his feet carried him into the hole without consent.
When all of your mistakes
Are keeping me awake…
Syaoran woke up with a hideous feeling in his stomach.
He realized that he had no idea how he would go about helping Sakura.
Then he realized he was sleeping on something hard. Syaoran looked down and found himself on concrete. He felt something soft around his neck.
The two had journeyed to a subway station earlier, only to find it closed. They had settled down on whatever they could find; Sakura a bench and Syaoran the floor beneath the bench. It seemed as if over the course of the night, Sakura had fallen off.
Syaoran turned strawberry-red.
He got up slowly, trying not to disturb the sleeping figure. 'Poor girl.' Stretching, Syaoran walked around a little, taking in the area. He had walked to the ticket booth when he heard a small squeal.
"Hoeee…" Syaoran smiled slightly at the familiar phrase. The smile was immediately wiped off when he remembered his vision. 'First, she remembers everything from before the procedure…"
'…especially her memories with the one she was meant to forget…"
"Syaoran?" she mumbled groggily. "Did I fall?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I doubt that'd add much damage to my already-foiled memory," she joked. Sakura turned to the boy, eyes lighting up with juvenile excitement. "I think I've figured out what you were to me!" Syaoran's eyes widened.
"Oh?" His heart clamped to his throat.
"I used to consider you my best friend," she said sheepishly. "There's still a lot that doesn't fit. I understand why you wouldn't want to tell me though. But I'll try my hardest to help you help me." She smiled brightly at Syaoran.
He smiled back, though inside… "…best friend…"
You
can't disguise a heart while it's breaking.
You hide behind the
smile you're faking.
It's all about the chance you're taking…
"Those kids are really getting on my nerves."
"Mmm?"
"They're scared. They both are. But neither of them are showing it."
"That doesn't necessarily mean they will succeed, Master."
"Yes. But that Witch is meddling again. She's summoned one of the girl's friends to her shop. If he makes the right wish, they might actually make it."
"But if he doesn't, they'll be running around blindly while the girl's time is slowly pouring out, right?"
"Yes. You can't turn the hourglass over. It is hitsuzen that the girl must die."
"But?"
"But I will take no chances."
"Who will you go after?"
"The extra boy. Toyama doesn't need to sense that someone is after them yet. Everything will work out."
A brown-haired girl smirked deviously. "You really will do everything to keep your family together, won't you, Master?"
"Yes, Nakuru. Go play with your boy toy while I…help fate along."
Just because you paint a picture doesn't mean it fits the frame
"Where am I now?" Eriol groaned, rubbing his temple.
"Ohayo!" Two small girls, one with blue hair and one with pink, simultaneously jumped out from behind a wall. Eriol jumped slightly, then noticed his surroundings. He was in an oriental-styled house. It was quite warm and smelled of incense.
He heard a woman's voice coming from another room. It was sharp and clear, yet she was speaking a language that Eriol did not comprehend. The girls replied, then gave him a devious look. Eriol shrank to the wall.
A tall woman entered the room with a very revealing outfit. Her midnight hair was extremely long and straight, and draped over her shoulders like a sash. Her bangs fell perfectly above her eyebrows. Her gaze was intense. She looked Japanese.
Eriol suddenly felt very very small.
Deciding to take a chance, he spoke to her in what little broken Japanese he knew.
"G-gomen. Ore wa Eri –"
"Is that any way to speak to a stranger, Eriol-kun?" the woman asked in flawless English. "Don't sweat it. I know all about you." She gave him a smile that resembled a hyena's. "Sakura has good taste. It was very good for her to become infatuated with a hunk like you. Though the glasses don't do at all…" The woman frowned, poking Eriol's forehead.
"I-I didn't mean to come in here! It's just that there was a –" Eriol cut himself off, wondering how it would sound if he told her that there was a huge black hole in his floor that led him here. He looked back to where he entered. It was just a normal door. Sweating, he attempted to calm himself down.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so rude, should I? I'm known to some as the Dimensional Witch, but you may call me Yuuko, because I'm sure we'll get to be good friends." She flashed him another hyena smile. "That black void you were thinking about is mine."
"W-why?"
Yuuko's playful expression disappeared.
"I need you to interfere with that man's plan."
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A/N: Yes, Eriol is very OOC. But how would you feel if a black hole portal thingy transported you to Japan? I bet you'd be OOC too : D. Haha, the idea of the portal is from xxxHOLiC, where Yuuko takes Watanuki to a faraway city by portal instead of bus or train.
Okay, here's the disclaimer. I didn't want it at the beginning because that would ruin the effects of my N/A thing D:.
Story disclaimed.
