Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. However, CLAMP does. Lucky them...
A/N: Sorry this one is a bit short, but there should be a lot happening in the next one. Also, now begins the end of the dialogue writing style I've been doing. Let's see how the story goes with more than just voices...
Episode 5: A Visit in the Night
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Konban wa, Syaoran-kun, a voice said, sounding bemused. Syaoran looked around, but all he could see was blackness in every direction.
Who's there? he replied gruffly. His charm appeared in his hand, and he immediately transformed it to sword form. He found it strange that this would happen, but he just shrugged it off, more concerned about who it was that was talking to him.
Oh, such a temper.
Who are you?
You mean you don't know?
Of course not. Why would I?
Why? Have you forgotten my voice already, my cute descendant? Eriol stepped out of the shadows, standing right in front of Syaoran.
Apparently I had, thankfully. The sword dissipated, but he took no notice of it.
Oh, I'm hurt, Eriol replied, feigning sorrow. But really, you should've at least sensed my aura.
I was asleep.
You still are.
I am? Syaoran said, puzzled.
But of course. As am I. However, my magical sense is easily much stronger than yours, and I felt something intruding upon it.
Somewhere my aura was left as a detection, and it was set off.
And why are you interrupting my sleep to tell me this?
Well, my descendant, it is coming from your house.
My house!?
Indeed. I'm surprised you haven't sensed it. But of course, you were probably too busy with your little cherry blossom' to notice that all the wards on that room were dispelled.
You don't mean....
But I do. Someone has broken into it, perhaps after the Book. Or perhaps not... a mischievous smile crossed his face at the moment, and Syaoran took quick notice of it.
You know who it is, don't you?
You mean you haven't noticed yet?
Noticed what?
Really, my descendant, you should practice your magic more. Back when I first came to Tomoeda, you would've likely noticed this immediately.
Enough games! Tell me who it is! Syaoran shouted, getting impatient. He grabbed Eriol's shirt collar, his sword reappearing in his other hand. Eriol just laughed.
I assure you, threatening me will not get you anywhere while we are in the dreamscape. Syaoran reluctantly released his grip, the sword disappearing once more.
Now then, I suggest you wake up and head down to the room. Oh, and bring Sakura-chan with you. She'll want to be there for this as well, Eriol began to slowly float backwards, fading into the shadows as he did.
Syaoran shouted, chasing after him, but going even slower, as if he was walking in waist-high water. Get back here! This better not be another one of your pranks.
I assure you, my descendant, it is nothing of the sort, Eriol replied amusedly, not with just his head was in view. Although it has been awhile since I had such fun as that time...
Just tell me who it is! He interrupted angrily. Eriol smiled like a cheshire cat.
Oh, and one more thing. Perhaps you should check your childrens' beds.... And with that, he disappeared, his smile the last part visible.
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