Leaving You Behind
By Magma
A/N: I don't know if this chapter is going to get good reviews or get flames. Hell, I don't really care. I just started this fic because Lava told me, and this fic is dedicated to her. Tell me if ya like it!:
''= thoughts
Disclaimer: See Prologue
Chapter Two - . . .always hurts. . .
Syaoran walked silently on the sidewalk. His head was hung low, and he didn't say a word. He just headed back to his house here in Tomoeda.
"Master Syaoran?" inquired his retainer here in Japan. "Why are you here so early?"
"Hmm?" Syaoran lifted his head up to gaze into the man's dark brown eyes. He had been thinking, but his retainer had startled him enough that he had forgotten what he had been thinking about. The old man looked into the Li Clan's future leader, and sighed in bitteriness. 'It's a miracle this young one hasn't collapsed from the burden he now carries. He is too young for this. . .He never had a childhood. . .'
Suddenly, the phone rang in the house, and the old man went to pick it up. "Wei?[1] Ah. Mistress Han Feng[2]. What? I can't hear you. What?! Se le?[3]" The man is silent for a few moments. "I understand. Zai Jian[4]."
"Master Syaoran, you shall need to pack up your things. We are leaving in 1 hour for Tomoeda Airport. You must go home for your father's funeral. You shall return after your father's funeral to Japan for one week, then depart for Hong Kong. You are now the leader of the Li Clan. I'm sorry your father is dead." The man said the last words sincerely, and quietly said, so quietly that Syaoran almost didn't catch it,"He was a good man. . . If only. . ."
"I understand." replied Syaoran, his voice emotionless. He then walked up the stairs into his room, pulled out a suitcase, and started packing.
He didn't have much is this room, most of his stuff was back in his room in Hong Kong, so he just started packing his clothes and essentials. In about 30 min, the room was now barren, but then again, it was almost barren when he had started. Only one thing was left unpacked. A photo on the top of his deck. Syaoran picked it up, looking into it.
It was a small photo taken at school, one Tomoyo had let him have, saying that he should have a copy. Tomoyo had taken this picture only a week before this one. It was of Sakura and him, one of the two smiling. Tomoyo had taken it right after the two had been talking one day. Syaoran smiled at the thought, then packed the picture up with the rest of his belongings.
A few hours later, Syaoran stood in Tomoeda Airport, looking upon the scenery silently. 'What have I done to deserve this? Has the world just decided to turn against me? I've done what I have been asked to do, and now this happens.' Syaoran looked outside the airport's windows, gazing at the distant stars. 'Have we fallen so far? Perhaps.'
Suddenly, a glaring cheerful voice blasted from the overhead speakers. "Flight 304 now boarding for Hong Kong, China. Flight 304 now boarding for Hong Kong, China." Syaoran glared in annoyance at the speakers, lifted his handbag, and started walking to the boarding area. He gave his ticket to this flight attendent, who tore it in half, dropped part of it into a box of some sorts, and handed him back the other half. Syaoran took long strides toward his seat, even though he hated flying by plane. There was always a feeling of. . . unrealness when in a plane. Like humans were not meant to fly, and something would strike down any second. And the sounds of machinery, or unliving things just made Syaoran nauseous.
When Syaoran found his seat, he saw that the person right next to his seat was an old woman. He didn't have anything against it, for he was raised to respect his elders, but she gave off an odd aura. There was something. . . off. . . about it. She turned her head to look right at him, gave him this stare that raised the hairs on the back of his neck, and said very quietly, "So. You are the one who will undergo the Ordeal. I wish you luck. You will need it." Syaoran looked at her incredulously. How did this old lady know his name? And what was the Ordeal?
The old lady smiled mysteriously, and then, vanished. Into thin air. Gone like the wind. Syaoran blinked his eyes a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, and then noticed something left in his seat. It was the pendant of a wolf, its body made of black onyx that seemed to take in and glow with inner light. The ruby eyes glittered with magical fire, and for an instant, Syaoran thought that it had grinned at him! 'I must be seeing things.' On the delicate platinum chain the pendant hung from, words of protection and defense had been written. One of the phrases written on it was, 'Those who dare to harm the owner of the pendant, be warned, you may realize that you are no match for the forces that protect those who undergo the Ordeal. Harm the wearer, and you will not survive. This is a promise.' Words to ward away potential enemies. To protect and defend.
Syaoran gazed down at the pendant warily. Looking at it through his //magic// sight, he saw no harm intended toward him, so decided to wear it. As he sat down in his seat to look at the sights through the window, the wolf's eyes glowed blood red, and the clasp of the chain fused, making sure the wearer could not take it off by magical or physical means. The wolf changed position, from sprawled on an imaginary ground, to howling at an imaginary moon. The world of magic knew now. The next magician had been chosen to face the Ordeal of the Lang.
To Be Continued. . .
[1] - The standard greeting to anybody. Like Hello? but instead Wei? for China.
[2] - Han Feng mean Ice Wind in Mandarin Chinese. ^^; I felt I needed something different for the name of Syaoran's mom.
[3] - Se le means Dead in Mandarin Chinese.
[4] - Zai Jian is Good Bye in Mandarin Chinese.
By Magma
A/N: I don't know if this chapter is going to get good reviews or get flames. Hell, I don't really care. I just started this fic because Lava told me, and this fic is dedicated to her. Tell me if ya like it!:
''= thoughts
Disclaimer: See Prologue
Chapter Two - . . .always hurts. . .
Syaoran walked silently on the sidewalk. His head was hung low, and he didn't say a word. He just headed back to his house here in Tomoeda.
"Master Syaoran?" inquired his retainer here in Japan. "Why are you here so early?"
"Hmm?" Syaoran lifted his head up to gaze into the man's dark brown eyes. He had been thinking, but his retainer had startled him enough that he had forgotten what he had been thinking about. The old man looked into the Li Clan's future leader, and sighed in bitteriness. 'It's a miracle this young one hasn't collapsed from the burden he now carries. He is too young for this. . .He never had a childhood. . .'
Suddenly, the phone rang in the house, and the old man went to pick it up. "Wei?[1] Ah. Mistress Han Feng[2]. What? I can't hear you. What?! Se le?[3]" The man is silent for a few moments. "I understand. Zai Jian[4]."
"Master Syaoran, you shall need to pack up your things. We are leaving in 1 hour for Tomoeda Airport. You must go home for your father's funeral. You shall return after your father's funeral to Japan for one week, then depart for Hong Kong. You are now the leader of the Li Clan. I'm sorry your father is dead." The man said the last words sincerely, and quietly said, so quietly that Syaoran almost didn't catch it,"He was a good man. . . If only. . ."
"I understand." replied Syaoran, his voice emotionless. He then walked up the stairs into his room, pulled out a suitcase, and started packing.
He didn't have much is this room, most of his stuff was back in his room in Hong Kong, so he just started packing his clothes and essentials. In about 30 min, the room was now barren, but then again, it was almost barren when he had started. Only one thing was left unpacked. A photo on the top of his deck. Syaoran picked it up, looking into it.
It was a small photo taken at school, one Tomoyo had let him have, saying that he should have a copy. Tomoyo had taken this picture only a week before this one. It was of Sakura and him, one of the two smiling. Tomoyo had taken it right after the two had been talking one day. Syaoran smiled at the thought, then packed the picture up with the rest of his belongings.
A few hours later, Syaoran stood in Tomoeda Airport, looking upon the scenery silently. 'What have I done to deserve this? Has the world just decided to turn against me? I've done what I have been asked to do, and now this happens.' Syaoran looked outside the airport's windows, gazing at the distant stars. 'Have we fallen so far? Perhaps.'
Suddenly, a glaring cheerful voice blasted from the overhead speakers. "Flight 304 now boarding for Hong Kong, China. Flight 304 now boarding for Hong Kong, China." Syaoran glared in annoyance at the speakers, lifted his handbag, and started walking to the boarding area. He gave his ticket to this flight attendent, who tore it in half, dropped part of it into a box of some sorts, and handed him back the other half. Syaoran took long strides toward his seat, even though he hated flying by plane. There was always a feeling of. . . unrealness when in a plane. Like humans were not meant to fly, and something would strike down any second. And the sounds of machinery, or unliving things just made Syaoran nauseous.
When Syaoran found his seat, he saw that the person right next to his seat was an old woman. He didn't have anything against it, for he was raised to respect his elders, but she gave off an odd aura. There was something. . . off. . . about it. She turned her head to look right at him, gave him this stare that raised the hairs on the back of his neck, and said very quietly, "So. You are the one who will undergo the Ordeal. I wish you luck. You will need it." Syaoran looked at her incredulously. How did this old lady know his name? And what was the Ordeal?
The old lady smiled mysteriously, and then, vanished. Into thin air. Gone like the wind. Syaoran blinked his eyes a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, and then noticed something left in his seat. It was the pendant of a wolf, its body made of black onyx that seemed to take in and glow with inner light. The ruby eyes glittered with magical fire, and for an instant, Syaoran thought that it had grinned at him! 'I must be seeing things.' On the delicate platinum chain the pendant hung from, words of protection and defense had been written. One of the phrases written on it was, 'Those who dare to harm the owner of the pendant, be warned, you may realize that you are no match for the forces that protect those who undergo the Ordeal. Harm the wearer, and you will not survive. This is a promise.' Words to ward away potential enemies. To protect and defend.
Syaoran gazed down at the pendant warily. Looking at it through his //magic// sight, he saw no harm intended toward him, so decided to wear it. As he sat down in his seat to look at the sights through the window, the wolf's eyes glowed blood red, and the clasp of the chain fused, making sure the wearer could not take it off by magical or physical means. The wolf changed position, from sprawled on an imaginary ground, to howling at an imaginary moon. The world of magic knew now. The next magician had been chosen to face the Ordeal of the Lang.
To Be Continued. . .
[1] - The standard greeting to anybody. Like Hello? but instead Wei? for China.
[2] - Han Feng mean Ice Wind in Mandarin Chinese. ^^; I felt I needed something different for the name of Syaoran's mom.
[3] - Se le means Dead in Mandarin Chinese.
[4] - Zai Jian is Good Bye in Mandarin Chinese.
