Series Title: One More Day
Author: Feit
Site: http://mezicolorism.net
E-Mail: mezicolorism@hotmail.com
Quote of the chapter:
"The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart."
Saint Jerome (342 AD - 420 AD)
Disclaimer: I don't own CSS.
Updates: I'm so incredibly sorry I took so long to write this chapter! I must admit I lost interest in CSS for almost a year, but I've gotten some e-mails reminding me that people are still reading my fics. I also want to alert anyone who cares to know that I do not own atare.com anymore, but my domain is now hosted at mezicolorism.net, and my e-mail has changed as well. I hope the 'flow' of this fic hasn't been destroyed with my long break from writing.
!!! HOLLER OUT !!! To the one that owns animequest.net, I tried finding your e-mail again but GEEZ, I couldn't find it anywhere! Please e-mail me at mezicolorism@hotmail.com right away! Or if anyone knows the e-mail address, please tell me!
AN: I still don't know Syaoran's mother's and sister's names; I will continue to use the ones I have chosen before.
Syaoran: *brushes dust off his shoulders*
Sakura: *sneezes*
Feit: I'm sooo sorry about that. *puts a dust buster to the two character's clothing*
Syaoran: It's about time.
-- Chapter 11 - I Missed You --
Syaoran landed on the ground that lay beneath his window with a soft thud. 'Talk about being a prisoner in your own home,' he thought ruefully. He shifted the backpack on his shoulders again before crouching and making his way away from the building and Elders that he so loathed.
Even though he thought he was getting away unseen, he wasn't. They followed him just as quietly as he was 'escaping'. They could feel his aura dim and die while he was in his room, which meant he didn't want to be tracked and found. An error in his calculations in thinking his aura dimed when he fell asleep; rather, it grew stronger and more resilient.
They weren't about to admit that without Shuli's heads-up, they ~would~ have thought he just went to sleep.
They watched from the shadows as Syaoran dropped his bag on the edge of the Water Abyss. Really it was just a pool of water, innocent in all appearances. There was a submerged series of tunnels underneath that lead out of the Clan's grounds; the means of the young man's escape. Innocent as it looked, it was dangerous. There was a current to the pool that only increased as one entered the tunnels. The current would want to pull you into one of the dead-ends; the currents, as was the Water Abyss itself, were entirely magical. The currents helped one in a way; letting one know where the dead ends were if they got lost... but one had to be strong enough to overcome those currents. Syaoran's father had not been.
As Syaoran sat on the ground and dipped his feet into the pool, the guards finally revealed themselves. "Master Li!" They cried out; not in concern but actual scolding.
Syaoran's head lifted and his eyes darted to them and he knew he couldn't jump in without preparing himself first. He wasn't ~that~ strong. He sighed and lifted his feet from the Water Abyss and sat indian-style while they stood around him. He wasn't a coward, but he was almost thankful for Shuli's interferance; and he knew it was her. She was the only one he had told.
As he sat there his mother walked into the now torch-lit area and looked down at her son. She wasn't disappointed, scornful or displeased with him. Rather she just held out her hand and let Syaoran use her as a balance as he pulled himself from the ground. They walked back to the house side by side, and the guards took Syaoran's bag.
"You love her enough to tell her, then?" His mother asked tentatively.
"Always have," He responded, just as quietly. "Just didn't know it."
Angtain smiled at her son as they caught sight of the building that housed their residence. It also housed the room where the Elder's gave conference. They would be going there now.
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Sakura sighed as she tossed in her bed. She couldn't sleep. The premonition was explained and so was Syaoran's disappearance, but now Kero's weird behavior worried her just as much. He was supposed to be guarding her, was he not? So why was he plotting while he thought she was no where nearby?
She clutched the Sakura Cards closer to her as she tossed in frustration and nervousness. The cards were the only thing she trusted now; she was wary of Kero and Syaoran couldn't even call her if he wanted to. Couldn't even write his thoughts out. They were forcing him to brood on all that was troubling him, is what they were doing. What would come of that? She knew the answer. Nothing but trouble.
Still she wondered. Meilin said he loved her, and her heart had pounded a million miles a minute when she heard it. If Syaoran ever said that to her she was sure her heart would just up and stop. But did he love her like she loved him? There are many kinds of love, but she knew which kind Meilin was talking about. Was that love strong enough to make him come back to her? Was it strong enough to reunite them? Slowly she started to consider the possibility of going to ~him~ instead.
Sighing, she put the cards in a bag and changed out of her borrowed pajamas and into the clothes she arrived in. The night was cool, but not cool enough for a jacket, so she had merely left her jacket at her apartment.
She knocked on Tomoyo's door, who's light was still on.
"Yea Sakura?" Tomoyo had just changed into her pajamas.
"I'm going to go on home." Sakura said, and smiled. "I had a great time, and the dress is on the dummy."
Tomoyo laughed. "That sounded strange. But okay, good night Sakura."
"Goodnight."
Security bade her a goodnight as she walked towards Syaoran's.. no, her... apartment. She found herself walking in the gutters again, but this time they were dry. Her hands were stuffed in her pockets and her cards tucked in her bag that was resting on her shoulder. She didn't ~have~ to carry them around anymore. They came when she called. But their physical presence was a comfort.
It was then that she felt someone watching her. Her hopes rose as she thought about Syaoran. Meilin had mentioned a plan, didn't she? Did that plan work?
She stopped and looked eagerly towards the trees on the other side of the sidewalk. "Hello?" She called out.
Then she felt hands grip her arms and pin them to her sides. She struggled and kicked and cried out loudly, "Let me go!" before they knocked her out.
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Syaoran sighed as the conference room sat in silence. What the hell were they waiting for!? It doesn't take long to scold and say 'Don't do that again'.
He was sitting alone on a chair on one wall while his mother and sisters were against another wall. The Elders, as always, were sitting on the wall opposite of the door; always sitting there to see everyone and everything that went on in that room. If he could tell them to leave and never come back, he would.
Instead, his thoughts were interrupted by voices coming toward the open doors. "Let go of me! Geez, ever hear of 'please?'"
His eyes darted through the doorway at the wall of the hallway outside. He couldn't see her just yet, but he already knew Sakura was there. When she did come in view she was still mocking the guards' behavior as they dragged her along, gripping her by her arms. She quelled to silence when she saw Syaoran. His outward appearance had become rougher in the last few weeks since he left, but his eyes still held the same softness that she now finally recognized for what it was.
As the doors closed behind them, the guards released their hold on Sakura's arms. Syaoran had already brought himself to stand. "Sakura?" He whispered simply before walking the few steps to where she stood. Without a thought, he wrapped his arms around her as she brought her arms around his neck and they embraced each other.
"I missed you," Syaoran whispered, too quietly for anyone but Sakura to hear.
-- End of Chapter 11 - I Missed You --
Sorry this chapter was so short! It seems long chapters are out of my league.
Keep your eyes peeled for Chapter 12 - Final Verdict! BTW, if I keep up this burst in re-interest, I might make a sequel...
Sakura: Thank you Feit!
Feit: For what?
Syaoran: For getting off your lazy butt!
Feit: *bops Syaoran on the back of the head*
Syaoran: HEY!
Author: Feit
Site: http://mezicolorism.net
E-Mail: mezicolorism@hotmail.com
Quote of the chapter:
"The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart."
Saint Jerome (342 AD - 420 AD)
Disclaimer: I don't own CSS.
Updates: I'm so incredibly sorry I took so long to write this chapter! I must admit I lost interest in CSS for almost a year, but I've gotten some e-mails reminding me that people are still reading my fics. I also want to alert anyone who cares to know that I do not own atare.com anymore, but my domain is now hosted at mezicolorism.net, and my e-mail has changed as well. I hope the 'flow' of this fic hasn't been destroyed with my long break from writing.
!!! HOLLER OUT !!! To the one that owns animequest.net, I tried finding your e-mail again but GEEZ, I couldn't find it anywhere! Please e-mail me at mezicolorism@hotmail.com right away! Or if anyone knows the e-mail address, please tell me!
AN: I still don't know Syaoran's mother's and sister's names; I will continue to use the ones I have chosen before.
Syaoran: *brushes dust off his shoulders*
Sakura: *sneezes*
Feit: I'm sooo sorry about that. *puts a dust buster to the two character's clothing*
Syaoran: It's about time.
-- Chapter 11 - I Missed You --
Syaoran landed on the ground that lay beneath his window with a soft thud. 'Talk about being a prisoner in your own home,' he thought ruefully. He shifted the backpack on his shoulders again before crouching and making his way away from the building and Elders that he so loathed.
Even though he thought he was getting away unseen, he wasn't. They followed him just as quietly as he was 'escaping'. They could feel his aura dim and die while he was in his room, which meant he didn't want to be tracked and found. An error in his calculations in thinking his aura dimed when he fell asleep; rather, it grew stronger and more resilient.
They weren't about to admit that without Shuli's heads-up, they ~would~ have thought he just went to sleep.
They watched from the shadows as Syaoran dropped his bag on the edge of the Water Abyss. Really it was just a pool of water, innocent in all appearances. There was a submerged series of tunnels underneath that lead out of the Clan's grounds; the means of the young man's escape. Innocent as it looked, it was dangerous. There was a current to the pool that only increased as one entered the tunnels. The current would want to pull you into one of the dead-ends; the currents, as was the Water Abyss itself, were entirely magical. The currents helped one in a way; letting one know where the dead ends were if they got lost... but one had to be strong enough to overcome those currents. Syaoran's father had not been.
As Syaoran sat on the ground and dipped his feet into the pool, the guards finally revealed themselves. "Master Li!" They cried out; not in concern but actual scolding.
Syaoran's head lifted and his eyes darted to them and he knew he couldn't jump in without preparing himself first. He wasn't ~that~ strong. He sighed and lifted his feet from the Water Abyss and sat indian-style while they stood around him. He wasn't a coward, but he was almost thankful for Shuli's interferance; and he knew it was her. She was the only one he had told.
As he sat there his mother walked into the now torch-lit area and looked down at her son. She wasn't disappointed, scornful or displeased with him. Rather she just held out her hand and let Syaoran use her as a balance as he pulled himself from the ground. They walked back to the house side by side, and the guards took Syaoran's bag.
"You love her enough to tell her, then?" His mother asked tentatively.
"Always have," He responded, just as quietly. "Just didn't know it."
Angtain smiled at her son as they caught sight of the building that housed their residence. It also housed the room where the Elder's gave conference. They would be going there now.
________________________
Sakura sighed as she tossed in her bed. She couldn't sleep. The premonition was explained and so was Syaoran's disappearance, but now Kero's weird behavior worried her just as much. He was supposed to be guarding her, was he not? So why was he plotting while he thought she was no where nearby?
She clutched the Sakura Cards closer to her as she tossed in frustration and nervousness. The cards were the only thing she trusted now; she was wary of Kero and Syaoran couldn't even call her if he wanted to. Couldn't even write his thoughts out. They were forcing him to brood on all that was troubling him, is what they were doing. What would come of that? She knew the answer. Nothing but trouble.
Still she wondered. Meilin said he loved her, and her heart had pounded a million miles a minute when she heard it. If Syaoran ever said that to her she was sure her heart would just up and stop. But did he love her like she loved him? There are many kinds of love, but she knew which kind Meilin was talking about. Was that love strong enough to make him come back to her? Was it strong enough to reunite them? Slowly she started to consider the possibility of going to ~him~ instead.
Sighing, she put the cards in a bag and changed out of her borrowed pajamas and into the clothes she arrived in. The night was cool, but not cool enough for a jacket, so she had merely left her jacket at her apartment.
She knocked on Tomoyo's door, who's light was still on.
"Yea Sakura?" Tomoyo had just changed into her pajamas.
"I'm going to go on home." Sakura said, and smiled. "I had a great time, and the dress is on the dummy."
Tomoyo laughed. "That sounded strange. But okay, good night Sakura."
"Goodnight."
Security bade her a goodnight as she walked towards Syaoran's.. no, her... apartment. She found herself walking in the gutters again, but this time they were dry. Her hands were stuffed in her pockets and her cards tucked in her bag that was resting on her shoulder. She didn't ~have~ to carry them around anymore. They came when she called. But their physical presence was a comfort.
It was then that she felt someone watching her. Her hopes rose as she thought about Syaoran. Meilin had mentioned a plan, didn't she? Did that plan work?
She stopped and looked eagerly towards the trees on the other side of the sidewalk. "Hello?" She called out.
Then she felt hands grip her arms and pin them to her sides. She struggled and kicked and cried out loudly, "Let me go!" before they knocked her out.
________________________
Syaoran sighed as the conference room sat in silence. What the hell were they waiting for!? It doesn't take long to scold and say 'Don't do that again'.
He was sitting alone on a chair on one wall while his mother and sisters were against another wall. The Elders, as always, were sitting on the wall opposite of the door; always sitting there to see everyone and everything that went on in that room. If he could tell them to leave and never come back, he would.
Instead, his thoughts were interrupted by voices coming toward the open doors. "Let go of me! Geez, ever hear of 'please?'"
His eyes darted through the doorway at the wall of the hallway outside. He couldn't see her just yet, but he already knew Sakura was there. When she did come in view she was still mocking the guards' behavior as they dragged her along, gripping her by her arms. She quelled to silence when she saw Syaoran. His outward appearance had become rougher in the last few weeks since he left, but his eyes still held the same softness that she now finally recognized for what it was.
As the doors closed behind them, the guards released their hold on Sakura's arms. Syaoran had already brought himself to stand. "Sakura?" He whispered simply before walking the few steps to where she stood. Without a thought, he wrapped his arms around her as she brought her arms around his neck and they embraced each other.
"I missed you," Syaoran whispered, too quietly for anyone but Sakura to hear.
-- End of Chapter 11 - I Missed You --
Sorry this chapter was so short! It seems long chapters are out of my league.
Keep your eyes peeled for Chapter 12 - Final Verdict! BTW, if I keep up this burst in re-interest, I might make a sequel...
Sakura: Thank you Feit!
Feit: For what?
Syaoran: For getting off your lazy butt!
Feit: *bops Syaoran on the back of the head*
Syaoran: HEY!