Sakura in Paris 2
Part Six: Shawn
(A tearful Raye breaks the sad news to the Gang the next morning....)
Raye: Chucky has fallen in love with the B.O.S. Therefore, he is considered dead to us forever. (Begins crying uncontrollably.)
Psycho: I am going into mourning with Cousin Blair. We must mourn the loss of my little brother.
(Psycho and Blair disappear into the woods.)
Raye: We shall finish our camping and we'll leave for my house tomorrow. I ask that everyone says a last prayer for poor Chucky.
(Gang nods sadly.)
Raye: I'm going to the treehouse, and I don't want to be disturbed. Oh, before I forget. Ameoba Boy, go get more water and firewood.
Ameoba Boy: But-
Raye: NOW!!!
(Ameoba Boy crashes into the undergrowth.)
{Dsclaimer}
Now, to try my hand at Shakespeare......
To claim ownership of Cardcaptors, or not to claim ownership?
That is the question.
For is it not unlawful to?
When Clamp doth own the copyrights?
Ah, 'tis a sad, sad thing to come to.
'Tis a far better place I'll go to.
(Catches a plane for Japan.)
Yes, I know I'm strange. 8-P {smiley face!}
As Madison crossed the anteroom and made her way towards the grand staircase, a timid knocking at the door reached her ears.
Looking around for any servants or maids to answer the door, Madison realized it was Sunday. Except for Cooky, Ranea, Jean, and Jacque, the house was empty of hired-help.
Sighing, Madison went to answer the door.
Standing on the front steps was a boy her age, dressed in tattered jeans, a faded gray t-shirt, and a worn jean jacket. A filled to bulging bookbag was slung over a shoulder, held together with safety-pins and old rope.
"Hello. Can I help you?" Madison asked cheerfully.
The boy coughed nervously, brushing sandy-brown hair from brillant green eyes.
"Is Ranea here?" He had a soft, quiet voice, and clearly wasn't french by his accent.
Madison started visibly. That voice! It's the same one from my dream! What does it mean?
The boy watched her nervously, afraid he had done something wrong.
Madison regained her composure and smiled kindly at the boy. "I'm sorry about that. Please forgive me. Yes, Ranea's here. Come on in. I'll go find her."
Leaving the boy to stand silently in the large anteroom, Madison raced up the long staircase to find Ranea.
Madison found Ranea in the sewing room, hard at work mending a torn dress shirt.
"Ranea? Could you come downstairs for a moment?"
Ranea sighed as she backed up to redo a stitch she had missed. "Why, Chere`?"
"A boy's here to see you."
"A boy? What is 'is name?"
"I'm not really sure." Madison said sheepishly.
"What does 'e look like then?"
"He's got brown hair, green eyes, and a soft, shy voice. He's pretty cute, too." Madison said, blushing ever-so-slightly.
"Is 'e now?" Ranea questioned slyly, Madison's blush deepening.
"He doesn't look very well off, though, Ranea." Madison added quietly.
Ranea sighed as she started her sewing machine again. "Tell 'im I'll be down in a few minutes. Why don't you talk to 'im before I get down? Try to get to know 'im better."
Madison nodded and hurried back downstairs.
The boy didn't seem to have moved an inch since Madison had gone upstairs. Amid the finery of the rich mansion, he looked very forlorn and out of place.
"Why don't we go to the parlor to wait for Ranea?"
"Okay."
The boy gingerly sat on the flower-patterned chair Madison pointed to.
"So, what's your name?" Madison asked. Jean, rushing by the open parlor door, stopped and peered in curiously.
"Jean? Could you bring us a tray of some cookies and tea, please?"
Jean nodded and left in a hurry.
"I'll tell you my name if you'll tell me yours."
Madison smiled. "That's only fair. My name's Madison."
"Mine's Shawn. Madison is a pretty name." Shawn said shyly, looking down quickly.
Madison smiled, blushing brightly. "Shawn suits you. You look like a Shawn." Madison's grin widened as Shawn looked up. "Do I look like a Madison?"
"Well, you're pretty, and Madison's a pretty name."
Madison's blush deepened.
"So you're from the Orphanage?" Madison asked softly, in a sad voice. "I'm so sorry."
Shawn shrugged lightly. "It's not that bad. The Orphanage people are nice enough, and you're never lonely there."
"But still! Losing your parents in a car crash like that! How horrible!" Madison insisted.
Shawn shrugged again and lowered his eyes. "I never knew them. I was only a baby when they died. I'm not that sad about them."
"Well, I don't want you to be, but it's still a sad thing to happen to someone as nice as you, Shawn!"
Shawn looked up in surprise, brown hair falling across his green eyes. "You think I'm nice?"
Madison blushed crimson and cleared her throat nervously. "Well.....Yes, Shawn! I know we only met an hour ago, but I think you're a very nice person!"
"Thank you, Madison. You're very kind."
Madison blushed again.
Ranea cleared her throat from the doorway. Unbeknownst to them, she had been standing there for quite some time.
"I'm done with the sewing now, Chere`. You can go ahead and do whatever you want now."
Madison sighed and set her tea-cup down. She stood and smiled reassuringly at the very nervous Shawn as she left, closing the door softly behind her with a click.
"So, Shawn. You'd like a job 'ere?" Ranea mused softly.
Shawn nodded eagerly. "Yes, Madame`! I promise I'm a good worker. I'll do whatever you'd like me to."
Ranea smiled. "Just call me Ranea. I'm not that much older than you. I'm only seventeen. 'Ow old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"Well, Shawn. You seem like a nice boy, and Madison's certainly approved of you. And seeing on 'ow we can always use another pair of 'ands around, I suppose I'll 'ire you."
Shawn was speechless. "Really?"
Ranea nodded. "We'll get you settled in tonight, and tomorrow Jacque and I can give you the tour and your duties."
Shawn stood, smiling widely, and bowed politely to Ranea. "Thank you so very much, Ranea! I promise I'll be a good worker!"
"Chere`?"
Madison's head suddenly appeared in the doorway. "Yes?"
"Do you know where room 114 is? It's on the fourth floor, to the right of the stairs. Could you take Shawn up and get 'im settled in?"
"Sure!"
Shawn smiled to Madison as he followed her up the stairs, his dilapidated bookbag slung over a shoulder.
Madison threw open the balcony windows and sighed. "You've got a much nicer view of the Garden from your room. Your balcony's higher up than mine."
Shawn hesitantly set his bookbag on the four-poster bed. "This room seems too nice for me. Are you sure this is the right room?"
"Sure I'm sure! This is your room." Madison said with a giggle.
"It still seems too nice."
"You're hired help here now, and that means you're family!"
"Thanks, Madison."
"No problem. If you need any help or anything, just call." Madison said as she left and closed the door behind her.
As Shawn began unpacking, a golden heart-locket dropped out of his bookbag. The boy picked it up and opened it. Inside was an old black and white photo of a young couple. He had no idea who the couple was, but he had always had the locket, so he had always assumed the couple were old family of his. The young man even looked like him, only older.
Shawn frowned as he looked down at the picture.
The girl in this picture looks an awful lot like Madison....
{I know that part was longer than usual, but you better not be complaining! Or ...... x_X}
Ameoba Boy: Now, where is that creek again?
(A loud hooting startles the paramecium. Ameoba Boy jumpes in fright and his foot falls into a large mole-hole.)
Ameoba Boy: What the-?
(A sudden strange squeaking fills the air.)
Ameoba Boy: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
(Mutated, glowing-green moles are swarming over the hapless mitochondria.)
Ameoba Boy: AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
(He runs blindly into a cave with several moles clinging to and biting him.)
Ameoba Boy: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
(He runs OUT of the cave screaming, now with bats AND moles attacking him. Ameoba Boy dives into a pond and escapes the tiny terrors.)
Ameoba Boy (as he pulls himself onto the bank): What in the Hell could possibly go worse?
(A brillant green light lands on Ameoba Boy from above.)
Aliens: TAKE US TO YOUR LEADER!
Ameoba Boy: Oh shit. Why did I have to go and open my big gob?
