Syaoran paused; his quill hovering above the thin sheet of paper at his
desk. He'd purposely gone to the most expensive art store in the Tomoeda
district to buy several sheafs of the finest quality paper, thin and delicate.
At first, regular ballpoint pen seemed to suffice, but in his thoughts,
Syaoran knew that he needed a special implement to pen his feelings.
So,
he'd gone back, and purchased the best ink and quill set there. For the
next week, he toiled to perfect his handwriting on scraps of scratch paper.
Finally, after he was satisfied his calligraphy was art in true form, Syaoran
began his letter to her.
The
minutes ticked by, and Syaoran stared down at the still blank sheet of
paper. It seemed to mirror the state of his mind, but he knew that whatever
the circumstance, he needed to put something down. Placing his pen down
on the paper, Syaoran took a deep breath and penned the out the first words
that came to mind.
My Dearest Sakura,
Nothing
could ever describe your eyes, your face. Even the angels themselves wish
they had
your smile. And so do
I.
Forever
Yours,
Syaoran
Syaoran
glared down at his feeble attempts at sounding eloquent. Shaking his head,
he took his first draft and struck off several words, repenning them.
Beloved
My Dearest
Sakura,
No words
heavenly seraphims
Nothing
could ever describe your eyes; your face. Even the angels themselves
wish they had
your smile. And so
do I. In the days we've known one another, I've felt the bitter solitude
of
your absence. To
compare you to the sun would be inadequate, for you far outshine the sun,
the
stars, the moon -
all the heavenly bodies put together. Should the world lose the sun, it
would still have
the moon and stars to shine upon it: but should I lose you, I would be
alone
in the darkness.
I ask you, bring me forth from the darkness, and tell me the words that
will
once again bring
strength to my soul. Dear heart, yes, that word fits you so well, as without
you I can not live.
I say again, Dear heart, I love you beyond all things. You've cracked the
stone that was my
soul, and now should you reject me, I shall fall to the ground in despair,
crumbling to the
dust. No, no, I will not fall. I will remain strong, for you. Only tell
me...Do you love
me as I love you?
I beg of you to answer
me quickly,
Yours forever,
Syaoran
Syaoran
stared down at this letter, and huffed a sad sigh. Pity, he would never
send it to Sakura. Yawning from lack of sleep, he sighed and went to bed,
waving a brief good night to Meilin as she passed. Meilin plopped down
on the table, and looking down, saw the rough draft of the paper Syaoran
had been writing. With little else to do, she picked it up and began to
read..
******
"
Meilin! You didn't wake me up for school this morning!"
"
Sorry! I had to run some errands last night!"
Syaoran
rushed towards the door, only to see Meilin still in her pajamas. He looked
at her in concern.
"
Meilin, aren't you going to school today?"
"
No, I don't feel to well."
Syaoran
nodded and as he exited the door, Meilin grinned slyly.
"
But, I have a feeling I'll feel totally better later."
******
Syaoran
went into his classroom, and found Tomoyo waiting for him at the door.
She had a huge frown on her face.
"
Hello, Tomoyo."
"
Hello, Syaoran." Tomoyo said rather matter-of-factly.
"
Hey, Tomoyo, what's eating you?"
"
Nothing." Seeing that Syaoran was unconvinced," How could you?!!!"
"
How could I what?"
"
How could you send her that letter..."
Syaoran
interrupted," WHAT LETTER?!!!"
"
Last night, Meilin went to Sakura's house with a letter, she said it was
from you."
"
WHAT!!!"
Syaoran
raced out the classroom door, only to be confronted by Mr. Terada.
"
Have a seat, Syaoran, school's starting."
Syaoran
sat through the entire period stewing. Meilin wasn't at school, and neither
was Sakura - she was probably laughing at him, they were probably both
laughing. Suddenly, much to his relief and surprise, the bell rang, and
Syaoran zoomed out of the classroom. First stop, home. Syaoran nearly broke
the handle as he opened the door, and there, seated as calmly as can be,
sat Meilin and Sakura, sharing a cup of tea and some cake. Syaoran opened
his mouth, but Sakura got up first.
"
Syaoran, I'd have to say, I'm surprised at you..."
Oh,
oh. Here it comes. She's going to say, she's met someone else. She's going
to say she hates me. She's going to burst out laughing in my face. What's
with all the suspense? Why doesn't she say it already?
"...I'd
never imagine that you of all people would do such a thing..."
Oh,
oh. I see tears. Oh, my god, that's not good. Why did I have to write that
letter?!!!
Sakura
looked up with happy tears in her eyes. She reached up and kissed him lightly
on the brow. He gave her a look of question. She smiled.
"...And
they say you're not a romantic." She looped her arms around his neck.
Meilin
grinned from where she sat, pretending to merely be the innocent third
person in the background. Suddenly, Tomoyo burst in out of nowhere.
"
How could you send her that letter..." She cried.
"
Tomoyo, listen..." Syaoran pleaded.
"
Without consulting me first..."
"
Tomoyo, really..." Syaoran continued..
"
So I COULD CATCH IT ALL ON TAPE!" Little tears of disappointment streaked
down her face.
Syaoran
was caught by surprise. On tape? Sakura giggled at the new expression he
wore. He looked down at her, then caught her lips with his, as Tomoyo suddenly
stopped crying and rolled the little handheld vid-cam. Her wails turned
to squeals as she taped Syaoran and Sakura's first kiss. Coos of "KAWAII!"
and " YEAH!!!" alternated between the two ebony haired bystanders. In the
meantime, Sakura stood, arms still wrapped around Syaoran, exploring her
first taste (literally) of love, oblivious to the world.
______
Was that kawaii or what????????
