Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that you recognize from the TSUBASA RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE series. I'm talking mainly about the Mokana's and Fai. Sad day because CLAMP owns them. I do however own Fay and the people associated around her. I don't have any creativity with chapter names so I am using the titles from the episodes. I GOT THE TITLES FROM WIKIPEDIA. I know for a fact that there are many translations for the titles, but those are the ones I like the most. I love advice to make my future chapters more exciting. I'm lazy. I won't go back and fix grammar. I will take it to heart though. NO FLAMES PLEASE! Enjoy! :D


Chapter 10: Mirror of Separation

The Lady continued to smirk at us, especially after Fai questioned what would happen if we tried to continue on. She only laughed and moved one of her ridiculously long finger nails against some chimes dangling from her head piece. The outcome was a sound of a wind chime.

And us balancing on wooden poles.

'What the fuck!' I had almost lost my footing. Oh who am I kidding. I fell backwards off of the damn pole. If I hadn't managed to hook my arms around it, my gut was telling me that the outcome would leave one in such intense pain that it wouldn't have seemed possible. I had to inch my way back up the pole. Which made me feel stupid because the others didn't do something so stupid.

"This is my secret art. It is like an illusion, but with one important difference. An illusion is only a vision of a creation. While my arts-" One of the purple bubbles that were floating around us headed straight for Syaoran. He blocked it with his sleeve, which then burned into nothingness. "As you can see, this is no optical trick. Your wounds will be quite real."

I looked at her and asked if there was a slight possibility of us dieing. She smiled and told me bluntly, yes. I smiled, rolled my eyes, and with as much sarcasm as I could muster, thanked her. I was going to start yelling at her, but I was cut off because one of the bubbles came straight towards me. I jumped to the next pole and almost missed. Almost, because I didn't make it to the top. I had to continue this humiliating stunt over and over, every once in awhile seeing the other jump with ease like it was no big deal. That jumping from pole to pole to avoid death was an everyday occurrence. I briefly saw Syaoran's foot fall into the 'river' below us and he jumped back out of it like it was- I would have watched and listened to more of what the guys were discussing, but I had to jump again.

"The lake is filled with the same acid as in these bubbles. I wouldn't trust every pole you see. Not all are real."

"NOW SHE TELLS US! YOU LIKE TOYING WITH US DON'T YOU! I SWEAR I'M GOING TO-"

"Now Ray..."

Again I was cut off. 'I'm getting so sick of that. Of course I get cut off every time I want to yell at these people. It only makes sense." After awhile I started to come to a conclusion of me thinking that I finally got the hang of the jumping thing.' Luckily. It was somewhat true to. I wasn't missing as much. Granted I wasn't doing as well as the guys. But considering I think I'm the only one who wasn't actually taught hard core fighting, I was doing better than most.

"Kuropu! Break this for me." Out of my peripheral vision I saw Fai on top of a lamp post. 'And time to jump.' I got the Lady's attention because I finally realized that most of the acid bubbles were aimed at me than the others. "Why are you sending them all after me?"

"I want to see your limits."

"So...you're trying to kill me."

"Yes."

"Thank you for clearing that up for me." I jumped some more, realizing I was further away from the guys then I wanted to be. 'Crap.' I thought that for two reasons. One. Because I did just realize I was further away than I wanted to be. Two. I had almost landed in the acid river. By stepping on a fake pole. 'I'm so going to kill this Lady. Why is she only-'

"Syaoran! Ray!" I heard Fai's voice. "Take Mokana with you and go. Find the Ryanban! The magic is weakest at the ceiling."

Syaoran tried to resist but Fai told him that Kurogane and himself would be fine. He made a really good point about Syaoran's foot, that it would be in his best interest that he get to the Ryanban before it started to really act up. Syaoran nodded and jumped onto Kurogane's pole that I guess he broke earlier, he then flung Syaoran up out of my view as I was still forced to jump for my life.

"Fay! You're up!" I worked my way over to him as quickly as I could. 'Please let me make this. If I ever needed luck its right now.' I jumped onto Kurogane's pole and he flung me up like he did Syaoran. I managed to grab onto one of edges of the hole that Syaoran must have made.

"Do you-" I knew he was about to try and wait for the other two. I just grabbed his arm and started running in the only direction available to us. I have no idea where I was going though.

"Ray! You're okay right?" Mokana asked me from Syaoran's shoulder and Syaoran, who finally got his priorities straightened out, looked at me as well.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You were jumping-"

I glared at them and then looked back ahead. "Look. I'm fine. Let's just get to the Ryanban and-"

"I think I can change that plan. I've been waiting to get even with the both of you."

"Really? I feel so special now. Hey Syaoran quick question."

"Yeah."

"Why does he seem to hate you so much?"

"I kicked him in the face when I first saw him."

I was interrupted once again by the son telling us that he was going to take care of the brat, who I'm assuming is Syaoran because after he said that he looked at me, and told me that he had a, and I quote, 'special surprise for me.' I didn't hide that fact that what he said made me gag.

Syaoran told Mokana to stay back. He was probably going to include me in there but I had already started to walk a little towards the guy in front of us.

We silently agreed that I would go from the right and he from the left. Knowing this I flung the fan as a distraction to give us an edge. Considering the one thing I know about fighting is never make the first move. It only worked a little. Before either of us got close enough to actually start doing some damage his muscles got big. "Okay. When did you start taking steroid's?"

"I don't know what you just said little girl. But this is my Father's secret art and no one can stop his magic."

'Why do these people call it a 'secret art.' A secret is supposed to be just that. No one is supposed to actually see it. Hint the word 'secret.'

The son started to make a move towards Syaoran leaving his right side open just a little. Enough to learn that his muscles are to big to be cut by my fan. Which is saying something. From what I learned before I even started this trip is that it could cut through trees. Granted we're talking about the skinny trees. But trees none the less. The only thing I could really think about was how much crap Syaoran and I are in now.

"Oy! Big, tall and ugly!" He turned around. "You're being used! You know that right?" He charged, and he did what I hoped he would do and exposed his back, leaving Syaoran to kick him from behind. It didn't do a whole lot of good though. Syaoran and I took turns distracting the guy and then the other kicking/throwing to try and take him down. We didn't want to risk attacking together. I don't know why. I mean, it probably would have made sense. We just didn't want to risk getting caught together.

We finally reached a mutual plan. I would distract the Son and Syaoran would try to kick him senseless. We took turns. Me being able to get some leverage to get to his head. I was able to connect my foot to his neck. But he grabbed my leg and swung me around. I felt my head smack the wall. My ears started ringing and my vision blurred for a moment. When it finally cleared, I saw his fist coming straight at my head. I dodged just in time. The wall cracked where my head had been only a few seconds before. 'That was a little to close for comfort. He kept coming at me at high speed. Which was kind of confusing because he was so big that his movements should have been slowed just a little. I guess it had to deal with the Ryanban's power and all. Syaoran tried to help me out by attacking his back every chance he got, but it didn't do any good.

I decided to try something that I had only seen on TV, where the person would jump onto the opponents shoulders to try and lift him up over you. I knew I wouldn't be able to do the flipping the opponent part, mainly because my opponent had such big arms and all, but I would at least be able to get closer to Syaoran where we might be able to come up with some sort of plan. I turned my back and started to run at the nearest wall. I proceeded to use my momentum to lift myself up onto his shoulders and pushed off with my hands.

It worked. He almost had my leg when I was aiming towards the ground, but I got away. "Syaoran," I was next to him and we had to keep moving around him so that we could still communicate without the guy we were fighting know what we were planning. "we're probably just going to have to go at it. What we're doing right now, isn't doing a whole lot of good."

"Yeah," we were once again interrupted. "But what?"

I was silent. That was the million dollar question right there. 'How are we going to tackle this? Syaoran's leg is probably acting up." From what I was seeing, his movements weren't as quick as they were when we first started this fight. "Syaoran. Ready hit."

"What? Shouldn't we try to just tire him out."

"Something tells me that the Ryanban's power is not only responsible for his muscle transformation, but his stamina as well. You said you kicked him in the face when you first met him. Well you're doing that now and I barely see a scratch. I say just look for an opening and take it." It took a long time to get this conversation to work. We were still fighting and we didn't want the Son to know what was going on.

Syaoran agreed and we just started to kick at what we thought were strategic places. Syaoran, even though he was injured, was probably having more luck than I was. The son, unfortunately, was getting smarter the longer we were fighting. Syaoran was avoiding his blows, but I was still trying to catch my breath from avoiding the bubbles.

He somehow managed to grab my arm and pin it against one of the pillars. Syaoran, who came up behind him was sent flying backwards after the Son grabbed his leg, that was hurt earlier, and flung him out of my sight. He then used his free hand to pin my neck against the pillar as well.

I couldn't breath. I tried to kick him with my legs but my feet only hit hard muscle. I started to remember a couple of occasions where Big Brother was drunk out of his mind and caught me off my guard. It didn't happen much, where he caught me off my guard. But when it did happen he would of course drag me by whatever he could get a hold of. Be it my hair, arm, or neck. He preferred my arms because there was less of a chance of questions arising. When he did grab my neck, he made sure I stayed home and then he would beat me even more because 'it was my fault for causing him to grab such a noticeable place.'

I started to get tunnel vision, but a strange feeling started to course through me. Not a good one either. Like in my dream, my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't think straight. Between not being able to breath and a fire inside my body it was hard to take in my surroundings. Next thing I know. I can breath again, I'm on the floor, and Syaoran was able to knock out the son in one blow. The first thing I really consentrated on is getting air back into my lungs. I couldn't really breath right and it scared me. As much as my Father abused me, he never actually held me by my neck that long. He wanted me alive, until recently. I was glad I was on the ground. I probably would have passed out otherwise. The fact that Syaoran had taken the Son down so quickly kind of worried me. He had been having as much trouble as I was having with trying to knock the guy down. I stared at him and Syaoran stared back.

"How did you do that," we asked each other the same thing.

Syaoran answered for the both of us. "I don't know what went on with you. I just saw some weird white flare come from were the guy had you pinned and then we was sent flying backwards." He pointed at the wall where the Son had been thrown against the wall and sure enough an outline of his body was imprinted onto the wall. "He got back up and started to head towards you again and I knocked him away before he could. I guess whatever you did to him weakened him a lot and so it was easier for us to take him down."

"Syaoran you finished him off. So you took him down."

He countered and finally I just gave up. My head was starting to hurt really bad and I couldn't handle an argument. "Syaoran. You better go find the Ryanban. Take Mokana and go. I'll just wait here for Kurogane and Fai."

"Why-"

"Syaoran. Look at me. My head is killing me right now, I can barely get air into my lungs and I'm still trying to get over the shock of what I've gone through since I entered this fucking place." I closed my eyes. When I opened them I saw Syaoran still standing there. "Syaoran. Go find the stupid Ryanban and see if he has the feather you're looking for." He finally left. I took one final look at the Son to make sure he really was K. and closed my eyes when I was satisfied.

'God my head hurts. I should have asked Arashi to give me a year's worth of pain killers. With what's in store for us, it probably would have been a good idea.'

End Notes

This is obviously one of many fight scenes to come. I have never written one yet. I need feedback. As harsh as you can get. I want you guys to enjoy this story. So I appreciate the help.

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