Best I ever had - Part 5
A Card Captor Sakura Fanfic
by Iris C - silver_dreams10@yahoo.com
Completed : June 12th 2001
Copyrights apply.
Notes: *.* To all Syaoran and Sakura devotees, and that's 9/10% of you. I'm not trying to
break the 'cutest couple in the anime world', honest! I'm not trying. I am. *wicked grin*.
Nah, just kiddin'. I have nothin' against those two. They are n' love, that's nice. 10 year
olds. Young love. *sigh* So cute. Yeah, well, Meiling still kicks, that's why this is here,
with or without Mr.Li. The fic wasn't supposed to turn out to be a MeiLi ficcy *bangs
head against monitor for the inability to create non-sappy fics* It was all about Meiling
and how she rules. But since operation 'Meiling rules' merged with operation 'Syaoran
and Meiling really doesn't make that bad a couple', I just went along with the muse. ^-^
Although, for the record. I do think Syaoran and Sakura should be together. It's a classic
romance thing, the obstinate boy and the carefree girl, yadi yada. Meiling and Syaoran
are too similar in many respects, both a little too arrogant and competitive for their own
good. They need some 'broader' visions with other ppl. *-* Ha. Can't flame me now! I
just have an excuse for everything. :)
More notes: last chapter! Finally. It's about time! Warning: this chapter is a little angsty,
okay, a lot. It's kind of freakish too...
Irrelevant notes: IF ANYONE has SEEN Great Teacher Onizuka (GTO), the drama,
please E-mail me. ^o^
Current mood while writing some of this: PISSED OFF CUZ SIXERS JUST LOST
GAME 3. DAMN I'M SO SICK OF LAKERS. Damn damn damn. *shut up Eillah* ^.^
***
Syaoran swallowed the apple sized lump in his throat as he marched into her
room. For a second, he just kind of stood there. The room was so quiet and impassive he
almost felt vulnerable. But while everything was cloaked in a thin layer of ghastly pale,
he saw her red eyes, gleaming from so near yet so far away. Syaoran stifled a gasp. Apart
from her eyes, Meiling definitely hadn't escape death unscathed. There were gash marks
everywhere, on her face, her neck, her arms, all while her body was covered by bandages,
which should reveal even more damages. The only thing left alone was her blue black
hair, and even that looked dull as they rested against her head. She looked...terrible. Not
because of the marks and cuts, but a certain deadliness surrounding her.
"Meiling..." he felt guilty, ashamed, and hurt.
And when she didn't answer, he felt the wrath from her aura, aimed right at his
heart, the guilt spot, the comfort spot, the spot he has yet to comprehend.
"Go," she said, a voice stone cold and eyes rock hard.
Syaoran felt as if he had been slapped, in their 15 years of existence, Meiling had
never sincerely told him off like that.
"Meiling, listen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled and you, I shouldn't have
blamed you..."
She shook her head. "I don't care. Just go away!!" her voice was high pitched,
like the high-strung girl she always was. Except the high-strung girl had never hated him
so. Even when she ran away from him the last time, he had felt a certain linger in her
eyes. But now Meiling looked at him as if he was Mr.Oblivion himself.
"Meiling I..."
She plugged her ears.
Okay, this is just ridiculous now.
"Meiling, listen to me," Syaoran pleaded the girl, gently peeling her scarred hands
away from her ears. He winced as he examined her hands, even there displayed bruised
and cuts. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
She tore her hands away from him and looked away. "Nothing to be sorry for.
You were just speaking your mind."
"No, I wasn't! I was being a jerk and speaking without thinking."
"Speaking without thinking often mean speaking the truth."
"No, Meiling..." Syaoran reached for her cheek, "look at me."
She didn't move. "It wasn't your fault, okay? Just go!!"
"Look at me."
"I said go!!!" Meiling screamed, ripping her eyes to face Syaoran.
He looked...he looked...on the verge of...tears?
"It is my fault, isn't it? So let me take responsibility Meiling. I've caused you so
much pain."
Meiling dropped her eyes. "It isn't your fault. I killed myself. I let the truck hit
me, I did. I didn't move. I just let the truck go, rip my flesh, crush my bones... I killed
myself."
Syaoran's eyes grow big.
"It isn't your fault. It's so many things. I'm broken, mentally more than
physically. You might have been the last straw, but it's not just you. I couldn't battle
against life anymore. You see, no matter how much I try, no matter how profusely I tell
myself to see the bright side of everything and be a strong warrior, be worthy of being a
Li..." she crumbled, her injured body falling apart in front of him. "I can't. I am just weak
and self absorbed. I can't get over my silly problems...so just leave me alone, Syaoran,
please."
"Meiling..." he reached for her and she tentatively turned away again.
"Don't waste time with me anymore, Syaoran, I'm hopeless."
"Don't say that!!" he nearly shouted, "it's not true. You have so much."
She stared at him, simply staring. "Like what?"
He faltered again, surprised she would ask a question like that. "Your family, your
friends, your future."
"I know, yet, I don't," Meiling blinked, clearly unaffected. "It's funny, all these
years I've built such a mask I had thought I mastered all the points to a guise. I guess I'm
wrong as usual. Everything still comes down on me. I wish I could be like you, Syaoran,
you are so strong. I wish I could be like Sakura, she's so full of...life," she reached for her
head, trying to block an on coming headache.
"That's not true. You are telling lies. You don't want to be anyone but yourself."
"You're right. I just wanted to die. Why am I here? I wanted to die! You see that,
Syaoran? They won't even let me die! I can't even control a thing like that," Meiling
reached for her hair, on the verge of breaking down.
"Meiling! DON'T SAY THAT!!" he was frightened by her words.
"Oh shut up Syaoran! You don't know what it feels like! You don't know what it
feels like! I hate you! You don't know what it feels like! Leave me alone!!"
He held onto her. "Control yourself, Meiling."
"I can't! I CAN'T!!!" she screamed. "I JUST WANT IT TO END! I WANT IT
ALL TO END," she's pounding now, injured fists making soft strikes on Syaoran's chest,
shaking her head while crying insanely. "I CAN'T."
"You can, listen to me Meiling, you can!" he held her close until she stopped
pounding and ceased sobbing. "Believe in it and you can."
They don't even know what they are saying, but somehow everything made sense.
She threw her arms around him. "Syaoran!"
He pressed her face against his, letting her pain run down to his veins.
"I don't want to die...I don't want to...but I don't want the pain...Syaoran, help
me. Syaoran, it hurts...help me."
Syaoran stroked the girl, pieces and pieces of hair. "Shhh...it's all going to be all
right. Meiling. It's going to be all right...my Meiling..."
***
Sakura held the nourishments and flowers in her arms. She had gone home
yesterday to catch up on some sleep but returned immediately in the morning. For some
weird reason, she felt content, almost happy, a certain hope hung in her heart. Sakura
peeked into Meiling's room and tiptoed inside.
She was sleeping soundly while his head rested on her blanket. Their hands
entwined.
Sakura smiled. A little sad, but happy nonetheless.
Finally.
Sakura left the food on the table then headed toward the door. "Thank you, Li-
kun," she whispered.
Finally.
***
(Some days later)
Meiling was let out of the hospital after a surgery, which identified no brain
damages but paralyzation from the waist down. Her parents immediately decided her
return to China so they could take better care of her. The old Meiling might have cried,
whining how she had to leave Syaoran, the love of her life in Japan. But the Meiling now
had no reason to cry. For the love of her life was beside her, their heads against each
other on the roof of their apartment.
Syaoran had carried her up there when she wanted to get some fresh air. She had
just wanted to just take in some air from the window, but Syaoran insisted on the view
from above.
"Are you cold?" he draped his jacket over her shoulder protectively.
"I'm all right," Meiling smiled, "geez, Syaoran, just cuz I'm a cripple doesn't
mean I'm cold blooded," although she did collect his jacket tighter around her neck.
"I didn't mean it that way."
"I know, I was just joking, Syaoran."
"Oh."
"Syaoran?"
"Huh?"
"Are you pitying me?"
"What?"
"Are you pitying me because I'm a cripple and a lunatic?"
Syaoran turned to look at Meiling, checking to see if she's serious or not.
"I am serious, sorta. I don't want you to be forced into...me... If you love Sakura
you should be with her. You've given me so much already. I know you don't want to hurt
me, but you don't mean to hurt me, and it'll be unfair to both of us if you are forced into
anything. And I know I worry you and rest of the world by being so fickle and
unpredictable, but I think I'm all right now, really. You... you made it all right. I don't
hate you anymore, I never hated you, Syaoran, I probably said some terrible things to you
when I was at the hospital," a pause, "I'm rambling, aren't I?"
To her surprise, he laughed. A foreign sound from the young boy nearly scared all
the rationality left in Meiling.
"What? What's so funny?"
"You," Syaoran pulled Meiling against him. "You are."
"Are you mocking me? I don't like being mocked."
"No? I would have never guessed," Syaoran said. "You worry too much, you
shouldn't worry too much."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means this," Syaoran lowered his head and the next thing Meiling felt was his
lips, on hers, against hers, willingly, again, but he didn't freak out this time, and Meiling
felt breaking every bone in her body was worth it for this.
Yes. It was true. She was obsessed with Syaoran Li since day one, and apparently
it wasn't going to end anytime soon.
***
The crowded airport didn't hinder any smiling faces. Everyone seems to be
hugging, smiling, laughing. It was almost strange, as technically speaking, it was
supposed to be a sad farewell.
Meiling was on her wheelchair. Although apparently, that didn't stop her from
being mischievous as she strolled around the airport, making Syaoran chase her around.
"Come on Meiling! Stop rolling around or you'll get hurt!"
"Hey! Daddy didn't get this high tech big time wheelchair majig and expect me to
stroll around like an old lady."
Syaoran caught up to her. "Gotcha!" he dragged the wheelchair back as she
protested, pressing her accelerator button.
"Man, one. Machine, zero. it's a lost cause Meiling," Syaoran smirked.
"You are such a butt face."
"Hoi...yeah..well, I'm not the one engaged to the butt face. Come on, gotta say the
good byes."
"Wait a minute. Syaoran!"
"What?" he turned.
"What did you say?"
"What?"
"What did you just say?"
"Gotta say the good byes?"
"No, before that!"
He smiled, loving how her face scrunched in fake confusion. "I said. I'm not the
one engaged to the butt face."
Meiling smiled.
He gave her a brief kiss on the cheek. "Come on," Syaoran pushed her toward
where everyone is.
"Almost time to go, Honey, you got everything?" Mrs.Li questioned her daughter.
"No. I have to say goodbyes," Meiling turned to Sakura. "Sakura," she beamed,
"arigatou."
Sakura smiled as well as she gave Meiling a hug. "I'll miss you, till you come
back."
"Haha, you will, and when I come back, I'll be able to beat you in gymnastics and
everything else again."
Sakura giggled. "Sure. We'll see. Take care okay?"
"You too, Sakura. Take care of Syaoran for me okay? You did such a nice job
over the years."
Sakura blushed. "Meiling..."
"I'm serious. Kinomoto."
"Huh?"
Meiling laughed, giddiness was sprouting from her pores. "Never mind. Thanks a
lot."
"You're welcome."
"I mean it."
"I mean it, too."
"Let's go, honey! Want Dad to push you?"
"No! I'll be right there!" Meiling wheeled around, "bye Sakura!"
"Bye Meiling! Get well soon!"
"You can count on that!"
Syaoran watched as she pushed herself away. They had talked about this
yesterday, how she didn't want it to be a sad good bye, how they were going to leave it
on a happy note.
But he couldn't help it.
She strolled along, disappearing into the crowds while everyone waved.
He couldn't help it.
"Meiling!!" Syaoran cried, "Meiling!" He ran toward her as she glanced back,
surprised.
He dove into her, like a little boy once again.
"Syaoran, what is it? Syaoran..."
"Meiling...I..."
"What is it?"
He dug something out from his pocket. "Take this."
It was a box.
"What is it?" She opened it, carefully.
A ruby ring.
The ruby ring.
Meiling gasped. "Syaoran you..."
"I love you, Meiling."
Meiling was trembling slightly as she held the box. She felt light headed,
dissolving from the inside... "You promised you wouldn't make me cry again Syaoran..."
she said, tears streaming down her face. "You said you wouldn't make this hard on me.."
Meiling fell against him. "Liar Syaoran, liar, liar, liar..."
He hugged her. "I'm sorry..."
"I'll wait for you in Hong Kong," a sniffle. "I'll do my best to walk again, and
you do your best to catch the cards... Is that a deal?"
"Deal."
Syaoran lunged forward, kissing her on the lips. She clang onto his shirt, as if
grasping his very soul.
"Wo ai ni."
Meiling slipped the ring on her finger. 'Forever.'
***
Syaoran's journal.
Love is such a tricky thing, it never makes no sense when you try to figure it out.
But if you just kind of follow your heart and spill out your guts dry, it seems to work out.
I've been in love twice, one with the my enchanting adversary, and one with my lifetime
companion. They both taught me so much about love in their enigmatic ways. In a way, I
guess I am surprised I am with Meiling now. I had fell for Sakura hard. Heck, more like
tripped, rolled then crashed down the stairs. Sakura and I made a lot of sense, we fit like
pieces of a puzzle, completing each other. If you had asked me a year before, I probably
would have blurted that we'll get married someday. Of course, I guess while I was
crashing into Sakura, apart of me was always with Meiling. It's strange, I can't seem to
explain the feeling I have toward Meiling. She doesn't enchant me, complete me,
bedazzle me, amaze me, etc. like Sakura. But I love her, I love hers in ways I can't
explain. I love her when she needs me, cries out my name, hurts me, and then loves me
again... And in her own ways, she is beautiful, enchanting, completing, amazing.
Damn, I don't think anything I wrote made much sense, huh?
But love isn't supposed to make sense, right? It just...happens.
I miss her already.
***
Sakura's journal.
I watched as he kissed her. I watched their expressions afterwards, so happy. I felt
a little piece of me die. I loved him. I really did. I still do. I do. I do. They say giving up
the ones you love is hard, but they forgot to mention just how heart wrenching, soul
torturing, mind killing hard it was. I don't know how I can ever face him again. I don't
know how!
But then maybe I'll just remember how happy she looked when he gave her that
ring, and how happy he looked when he saw that she was happy. Then a little piece of me
will smile. I'll smile...
It is a happy ending, after all, isn't it?
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THE END
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After notes: WOOOOO HOOOOO!!!!!! IT'S OVER!! IT'S OVER!!! RIGHT ON THE
12:00 P.M. DOT! Well, the ending kind of disappointed me, not because it's bad, but it
seems oddly familiar to Glowing Stars or somethin'. And how much more SaPpY can I
get? Huh? Huh? Although I did like how Sakura ended this with, "it is a happy ending,
isn't it?" Mahahaha. Yes, that sentence means what it means. Oh well, I gotta say. I'm
proud of this fic no matter what anyone saids because I actually edited chapter 1 and 2,
DOESN'T happen often. ^.^ I just wanna thank EVERYONE THAT REVIEWED.
Shevey for pointing out my editing habits, I'll chill out. Molly for reading! (Hi Molly!)
Matthew for being a great editor. EVERYONE! You guys rule! So does Meilin/g! This
fic is promptly dedicated to mah favorite character from CCS, MEILING LI. The end. Go
home kids. Party's over. ^-^
A Card Captor Sakura Fanfic
by Iris C - silver_dreams10@yahoo.com
Completed : June 12th 2001
Copyrights apply.
Notes: *.* To all Syaoran and Sakura devotees, and that's 9/10% of you. I'm not trying to
break the 'cutest couple in the anime world', honest! I'm not trying. I am. *wicked grin*.
Nah, just kiddin'. I have nothin' against those two. They are n' love, that's nice. 10 year
olds. Young love. *sigh* So cute. Yeah, well, Meiling still kicks, that's why this is here,
with or without Mr.Li. The fic wasn't supposed to turn out to be a MeiLi ficcy *bangs
head against monitor for the inability to create non-sappy fics* It was all about Meiling
and how she rules. But since operation 'Meiling rules' merged with operation 'Syaoran
and Meiling really doesn't make that bad a couple', I just went along with the muse. ^-^
Although, for the record. I do think Syaoran and Sakura should be together. It's a classic
romance thing, the obstinate boy and the carefree girl, yadi yada. Meiling and Syaoran
are too similar in many respects, both a little too arrogant and competitive for their own
good. They need some 'broader' visions with other ppl. *-* Ha. Can't flame me now! I
just have an excuse for everything. :)
More notes: last chapter! Finally. It's about time! Warning: this chapter is a little angsty,
okay, a lot. It's kind of freakish too...
Irrelevant notes: IF ANYONE has SEEN Great Teacher Onizuka (GTO), the drama,
please E-mail me. ^o^
Current mood while writing some of this: PISSED OFF CUZ SIXERS JUST LOST
GAME 3. DAMN I'M SO SICK OF LAKERS. Damn damn damn. *shut up Eillah* ^.^
***
Syaoran swallowed the apple sized lump in his throat as he marched into her
room. For a second, he just kind of stood there. The room was so quiet and impassive he
almost felt vulnerable. But while everything was cloaked in a thin layer of ghastly pale,
he saw her red eyes, gleaming from so near yet so far away. Syaoran stifled a gasp. Apart
from her eyes, Meiling definitely hadn't escape death unscathed. There were gash marks
everywhere, on her face, her neck, her arms, all while her body was covered by bandages,
which should reveal even more damages. The only thing left alone was her blue black
hair, and even that looked dull as they rested against her head. She looked...terrible. Not
because of the marks and cuts, but a certain deadliness surrounding her.
"Meiling..." he felt guilty, ashamed, and hurt.
And when she didn't answer, he felt the wrath from her aura, aimed right at his
heart, the guilt spot, the comfort spot, the spot he has yet to comprehend.
"Go," she said, a voice stone cold and eyes rock hard.
Syaoran felt as if he had been slapped, in their 15 years of existence, Meiling had
never sincerely told him off like that.
"Meiling, listen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled and you, I shouldn't have
blamed you..."
She shook her head. "I don't care. Just go away!!" her voice was high pitched,
like the high-strung girl she always was. Except the high-strung girl had never hated him
so. Even when she ran away from him the last time, he had felt a certain linger in her
eyes. But now Meiling looked at him as if he was Mr.Oblivion himself.
"Meiling I..."
She plugged her ears.
Okay, this is just ridiculous now.
"Meiling, listen to me," Syaoran pleaded the girl, gently peeling her scarred hands
away from her ears. He winced as he examined her hands, even there displayed bruised
and cuts. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
She tore her hands away from him and looked away. "Nothing to be sorry for.
You were just speaking your mind."
"No, I wasn't! I was being a jerk and speaking without thinking."
"Speaking without thinking often mean speaking the truth."
"No, Meiling..." Syaoran reached for her cheek, "look at me."
She didn't move. "It wasn't your fault, okay? Just go!!"
"Look at me."
"I said go!!!" Meiling screamed, ripping her eyes to face Syaoran.
He looked...he looked...on the verge of...tears?
"It is my fault, isn't it? So let me take responsibility Meiling. I've caused you so
much pain."
Meiling dropped her eyes. "It isn't your fault. I killed myself. I let the truck hit
me, I did. I didn't move. I just let the truck go, rip my flesh, crush my bones... I killed
myself."
Syaoran's eyes grow big.
"It isn't your fault. It's so many things. I'm broken, mentally more than
physically. You might have been the last straw, but it's not just you. I couldn't battle
against life anymore. You see, no matter how much I try, no matter how profusely I tell
myself to see the bright side of everything and be a strong warrior, be worthy of being a
Li..." she crumbled, her injured body falling apart in front of him. "I can't. I am just weak
and self absorbed. I can't get over my silly problems...so just leave me alone, Syaoran,
please."
"Meiling..." he reached for her and she tentatively turned away again.
"Don't waste time with me anymore, Syaoran, I'm hopeless."
"Don't say that!!" he nearly shouted, "it's not true. You have so much."
She stared at him, simply staring. "Like what?"
He faltered again, surprised she would ask a question like that. "Your family, your
friends, your future."
"I know, yet, I don't," Meiling blinked, clearly unaffected. "It's funny, all these
years I've built such a mask I had thought I mastered all the points to a guise. I guess I'm
wrong as usual. Everything still comes down on me. I wish I could be like you, Syaoran,
you are so strong. I wish I could be like Sakura, she's so full of...life," she reached for her
head, trying to block an on coming headache.
"That's not true. You are telling lies. You don't want to be anyone but yourself."
"You're right. I just wanted to die. Why am I here? I wanted to die! You see that,
Syaoran? They won't even let me die! I can't even control a thing like that," Meiling
reached for her hair, on the verge of breaking down.
"Meiling! DON'T SAY THAT!!" he was frightened by her words.
"Oh shut up Syaoran! You don't know what it feels like! You don't know what it
feels like! I hate you! You don't know what it feels like! Leave me alone!!"
He held onto her. "Control yourself, Meiling."
"I can't! I CAN'T!!!" she screamed. "I JUST WANT IT TO END! I WANT IT
ALL TO END," she's pounding now, injured fists making soft strikes on Syaoran's chest,
shaking her head while crying insanely. "I CAN'T."
"You can, listen to me Meiling, you can!" he held her close until she stopped
pounding and ceased sobbing. "Believe in it and you can."
They don't even know what they are saying, but somehow everything made sense.
She threw her arms around him. "Syaoran!"
He pressed her face against his, letting her pain run down to his veins.
"I don't want to die...I don't want to...but I don't want the pain...Syaoran, help
me. Syaoran, it hurts...help me."
Syaoran stroked the girl, pieces and pieces of hair. "Shhh...it's all going to be all
right. Meiling. It's going to be all right...my Meiling..."
***
Sakura held the nourishments and flowers in her arms. She had gone home
yesterday to catch up on some sleep but returned immediately in the morning. For some
weird reason, she felt content, almost happy, a certain hope hung in her heart. Sakura
peeked into Meiling's room and tiptoed inside.
She was sleeping soundly while his head rested on her blanket. Their hands
entwined.
Sakura smiled. A little sad, but happy nonetheless.
Finally.
Sakura left the food on the table then headed toward the door. "Thank you, Li-
kun," she whispered.
Finally.
***
(Some days later)
Meiling was let out of the hospital after a surgery, which identified no brain
damages but paralyzation from the waist down. Her parents immediately decided her
return to China so they could take better care of her. The old Meiling might have cried,
whining how she had to leave Syaoran, the love of her life in Japan. But the Meiling now
had no reason to cry. For the love of her life was beside her, their heads against each
other on the roof of their apartment.
Syaoran had carried her up there when she wanted to get some fresh air. She had
just wanted to just take in some air from the window, but Syaoran insisted on the view
from above.
"Are you cold?" he draped his jacket over her shoulder protectively.
"I'm all right," Meiling smiled, "geez, Syaoran, just cuz I'm a cripple doesn't
mean I'm cold blooded," although she did collect his jacket tighter around her neck.
"I didn't mean it that way."
"I know, I was just joking, Syaoran."
"Oh."
"Syaoran?"
"Huh?"
"Are you pitying me?"
"What?"
"Are you pitying me because I'm a cripple and a lunatic?"
Syaoran turned to look at Meiling, checking to see if she's serious or not.
"I am serious, sorta. I don't want you to be forced into...me... If you love Sakura
you should be with her. You've given me so much already. I know you don't want to hurt
me, but you don't mean to hurt me, and it'll be unfair to both of us if you are forced into
anything. And I know I worry you and rest of the world by being so fickle and
unpredictable, but I think I'm all right now, really. You... you made it all right. I don't
hate you anymore, I never hated you, Syaoran, I probably said some terrible things to you
when I was at the hospital," a pause, "I'm rambling, aren't I?"
To her surprise, he laughed. A foreign sound from the young boy nearly scared all
the rationality left in Meiling.
"What? What's so funny?"
"You," Syaoran pulled Meiling against him. "You are."
"Are you mocking me? I don't like being mocked."
"No? I would have never guessed," Syaoran said. "You worry too much, you
shouldn't worry too much."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means this," Syaoran lowered his head and the next thing Meiling felt was his
lips, on hers, against hers, willingly, again, but he didn't freak out this time, and Meiling
felt breaking every bone in her body was worth it for this.
Yes. It was true. She was obsessed with Syaoran Li since day one, and apparently
it wasn't going to end anytime soon.
***
The crowded airport didn't hinder any smiling faces. Everyone seems to be
hugging, smiling, laughing. It was almost strange, as technically speaking, it was
supposed to be a sad farewell.
Meiling was on her wheelchair. Although apparently, that didn't stop her from
being mischievous as she strolled around the airport, making Syaoran chase her around.
"Come on Meiling! Stop rolling around or you'll get hurt!"
"Hey! Daddy didn't get this high tech big time wheelchair majig and expect me to
stroll around like an old lady."
Syaoran caught up to her. "Gotcha!" he dragged the wheelchair back as she
protested, pressing her accelerator button.
"Man, one. Machine, zero. it's a lost cause Meiling," Syaoran smirked.
"You are such a butt face."
"Hoi...yeah..well, I'm not the one engaged to the butt face. Come on, gotta say the
good byes."
"Wait a minute. Syaoran!"
"What?" he turned.
"What did you say?"
"What?"
"What did you just say?"
"Gotta say the good byes?"
"No, before that!"
He smiled, loving how her face scrunched in fake confusion. "I said. I'm not the
one engaged to the butt face."
Meiling smiled.
He gave her a brief kiss on the cheek. "Come on," Syaoran pushed her toward
where everyone is.
"Almost time to go, Honey, you got everything?" Mrs.Li questioned her daughter.
"No. I have to say goodbyes," Meiling turned to Sakura. "Sakura," she beamed,
"arigatou."
Sakura smiled as well as she gave Meiling a hug. "I'll miss you, till you come
back."
"Haha, you will, and when I come back, I'll be able to beat you in gymnastics and
everything else again."
Sakura giggled. "Sure. We'll see. Take care okay?"
"You too, Sakura. Take care of Syaoran for me okay? You did such a nice job
over the years."
Sakura blushed. "Meiling..."
"I'm serious. Kinomoto."
"Huh?"
Meiling laughed, giddiness was sprouting from her pores. "Never mind. Thanks a
lot."
"You're welcome."
"I mean it."
"I mean it, too."
"Let's go, honey! Want Dad to push you?"
"No! I'll be right there!" Meiling wheeled around, "bye Sakura!"
"Bye Meiling! Get well soon!"
"You can count on that!"
Syaoran watched as she pushed herself away. They had talked about this
yesterday, how she didn't want it to be a sad good bye, how they were going to leave it
on a happy note.
But he couldn't help it.
She strolled along, disappearing into the crowds while everyone waved.
He couldn't help it.
"Meiling!!" Syaoran cried, "Meiling!" He ran toward her as she glanced back,
surprised.
He dove into her, like a little boy once again.
"Syaoran, what is it? Syaoran..."
"Meiling...I..."
"What is it?"
He dug something out from his pocket. "Take this."
It was a box.
"What is it?" She opened it, carefully.
A ruby ring.
The ruby ring.
Meiling gasped. "Syaoran you..."
"I love you, Meiling."
Meiling was trembling slightly as she held the box. She felt light headed,
dissolving from the inside... "You promised you wouldn't make me cry again Syaoran..."
she said, tears streaming down her face. "You said you wouldn't make this hard on me.."
Meiling fell against him. "Liar Syaoran, liar, liar, liar..."
He hugged her. "I'm sorry..."
"I'll wait for you in Hong Kong," a sniffle. "I'll do my best to walk again, and
you do your best to catch the cards... Is that a deal?"
"Deal."
Syaoran lunged forward, kissing her on the lips. She clang onto his shirt, as if
grasping his very soul.
"Wo ai ni."
Meiling slipped the ring on her finger. 'Forever.'
***
Syaoran's journal.
Love is such a tricky thing, it never makes no sense when you try to figure it out.
But if you just kind of follow your heart and spill out your guts dry, it seems to work out.
I've been in love twice, one with the my enchanting adversary, and one with my lifetime
companion. They both taught me so much about love in their enigmatic ways. In a way, I
guess I am surprised I am with Meiling now. I had fell for Sakura hard. Heck, more like
tripped, rolled then crashed down the stairs. Sakura and I made a lot of sense, we fit like
pieces of a puzzle, completing each other. If you had asked me a year before, I probably
would have blurted that we'll get married someday. Of course, I guess while I was
crashing into Sakura, apart of me was always with Meiling. It's strange, I can't seem to
explain the feeling I have toward Meiling. She doesn't enchant me, complete me,
bedazzle me, amaze me, etc. like Sakura. But I love her, I love hers in ways I can't
explain. I love her when she needs me, cries out my name, hurts me, and then loves me
again... And in her own ways, she is beautiful, enchanting, completing, amazing.
Damn, I don't think anything I wrote made much sense, huh?
But love isn't supposed to make sense, right? It just...happens.
I miss her already.
***
Sakura's journal.
I watched as he kissed her. I watched their expressions afterwards, so happy. I felt
a little piece of me die. I loved him. I really did. I still do. I do. I do. They say giving up
the ones you love is hard, but they forgot to mention just how heart wrenching, soul
torturing, mind killing hard it was. I don't know how I can ever face him again. I don't
know how!
But then maybe I'll just remember how happy she looked when he gave her that
ring, and how happy he looked when he saw that she was happy. Then a little piece of me
will smile. I'll smile...
It is a happy ending, after all, isn't it?
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THE END
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After notes: WOOOOO HOOOOO!!!!!! IT'S OVER!! IT'S OVER!!! RIGHT ON THE
12:00 P.M. DOT! Well, the ending kind of disappointed me, not because it's bad, but it
seems oddly familiar to Glowing Stars or somethin'. And how much more SaPpY can I
get? Huh? Huh? Although I did like how Sakura ended this with, "it is a happy ending,
isn't it?" Mahahaha. Yes, that sentence means what it means. Oh well, I gotta say. I'm
proud of this fic no matter what anyone saids because I actually edited chapter 1 and 2,
DOESN'T happen often. ^.^ I just wanna thank EVERYONE THAT REVIEWED.
Shevey for pointing out my editing habits, I'll chill out. Molly for reading! (Hi Molly!)
Matthew for being a great editor. EVERYONE! You guys rule! So does Meilin/g! This
fic is promptly dedicated to mah favorite character from CCS, MEILING LI. The end. Go
home kids. Party's over. ^-^
