Wish Upon a Star
Part 1: Running
AN: R&R! In this fic, BTW, I'm using Meilin instead of Meiling, because it's just plain freaky, but the rest of the names are Japanese. And, if you don't know that Syaoran and Meilin are Chinese, then, well… They are both 15 in this fic. R&R!
Meilin Rae walked fast down the street. She knew she shouldn't be out at this time of night. They could be following her.
She could hear quiet footsteps behind her. She sped up her pace to a slow jog until they got even louder. She could only hope that she could get home in time. Before whatever was behind her could catch up.
The light from the streetlights brightened and added a rosy glow to her pretty skin. Her hair, which had been braided and tied into buns, was perfectly neat. As she sped to a running pace, her blue, Chinese-style fighting shirt and pants flapped in the wind.
She turned to see who her pursuer was, but when she looked, she saw nothing but the empty street. She stopped running and looked more sharply, but still no one.
"Man!" Meilin said to herself. "I am so nervous and paranoid tonight." She turned to walk home again but a hand was on her shoulder. She whipped her head around.
Meilin wanted to scream in surprise, but suddenly she couldn't. She was wrapped up in his eyes.
The boy had cold, yet somehow comforting eyes that shone in the light of the streetlight. He stood, staring at her, his short brown hair swirling lightly in the breeze. He was very handsome.
Meilin wanted to speak, but no words could escape her mouth. It was like she was going insane, she didn't know what was happening. The boy suddenly walked closer to her, slowly. Meilin wanted to run, but her muscles went limp. She couldn't move at all.
He wrapped his arms around her and turned his head slightly towards her neck. Meilin wanted to struggle away from him, but she remained. She knew who he was. She knew what he was.
Just as his lips were about to touch her neck, a howl was heard in the distance. The boy's head jerked upward, and his eyes finally moved from her body. A werewolf was about to pounce on them.
The boy quickly pushed Meilin out of the way and the werewolf hit him. He straddled the boy's waist, and Meilin was unsure of what to do.
Should she yell? Should she run home and leave the boy to die? Should she help him?
Apparently, she had already decided. Meilin charged at the werewolf and beat it as hard as she could on the back. It's arm, which was getting tired of hurting the boy, came up and smacked her to the floor. Meilin reeled in pain.
This must have made the boy angry, because he sat up and poked the werewolf in the eye. Blood was everywhere, and Meilin closed her eyes, hoping it would be over soon. The boy pushed the limp body off of him so that he could stand up.
He walked over to Meilin, giving her a hand from the ground. Meilin rubbed her eyes and looked up at the boy. His face was expressionless. She was about to take his hand, but she then noticed the werewolf's blood all over it. She screeched and leaned back. The boy seemed to notice her frightened look and gave her his dry hand. Meilin grabbed it and stood up.
"Thank you." He said in Chinese, staring at her hard.
Some thanks… she thought.
"I'm sorry I almost bit you earlier. Bye." He said, again in Chinese. He started down the street. Meilin didn't know why but she felt compelled to stop the boy.
"Wait, please!" she called in English. She didn't know why she thought he knew the language, but she tried anyway. "You saved me too! I want to at least know your name!" The boy turned.
"Syaoran." She was surprised to see that he responded in English.
"Syaoran what?"
"Just Syaoran. That's all you need to know." Meilin felt as if he was being rude, so she ran up to him and stopped him. She stood right in his way.
"How did you know that I speak Chinese?" Meilin questioned.
"You are from where I am." Syaoran said.
"How do you know?" Meilin was feeling very uncomfortable, the way this mysterious person, whom she'd never met before, knew so much about her. But at the same time, she wanted to become a part of his world, at any cost.
AN: And so ends chapter 1. It's sort of a cliffhanger. R&R if you want more! Even if you don't review! Criticism is good! *smooches*!
~Mayuka625~
Part 1: Running
AN: R&R! In this fic, BTW, I'm using Meilin instead of Meiling, because it's just plain freaky, but the rest of the names are Japanese. And, if you don't know that Syaoran and Meilin are Chinese, then, well… They are both 15 in this fic. R&R!
Meilin Rae walked fast down the street. She knew she shouldn't be out at this time of night. They could be following her.
She could hear quiet footsteps behind her. She sped up her pace to a slow jog until they got even louder. She could only hope that she could get home in time. Before whatever was behind her could catch up.
The light from the streetlights brightened and added a rosy glow to her pretty skin. Her hair, which had been braided and tied into buns, was perfectly neat. As she sped to a running pace, her blue, Chinese-style fighting shirt and pants flapped in the wind.
She turned to see who her pursuer was, but when she looked, she saw nothing but the empty street. She stopped running and looked more sharply, but still no one.
"Man!" Meilin said to herself. "I am so nervous and paranoid tonight." She turned to walk home again but a hand was on her shoulder. She whipped her head around.
Meilin wanted to scream in surprise, but suddenly she couldn't. She was wrapped up in his eyes.
The boy had cold, yet somehow comforting eyes that shone in the light of the streetlight. He stood, staring at her, his short brown hair swirling lightly in the breeze. He was very handsome.
Meilin wanted to speak, but no words could escape her mouth. It was like she was going insane, she didn't know what was happening. The boy suddenly walked closer to her, slowly. Meilin wanted to run, but her muscles went limp. She couldn't move at all.
He wrapped his arms around her and turned his head slightly towards her neck. Meilin wanted to struggle away from him, but she remained. She knew who he was. She knew what he was.
Just as his lips were about to touch her neck, a howl was heard in the distance. The boy's head jerked upward, and his eyes finally moved from her body. A werewolf was about to pounce on them.
The boy quickly pushed Meilin out of the way and the werewolf hit him. He straddled the boy's waist, and Meilin was unsure of what to do.
Should she yell? Should she run home and leave the boy to die? Should she help him?
Apparently, she had already decided. Meilin charged at the werewolf and beat it as hard as she could on the back. It's arm, which was getting tired of hurting the boy, came up and smacked her to the floor. Meilin reeled in pain.
This must have made the boy angry, because he sat up and poked the werewolf in the eye. Blood was everywhere, and Meilin closed her eyes, hoping it would be over soon. The boy pushed the limp body off of him so that he could stand up.
He walked over to Meilin, giving her a hand from the ground. Meilin rubbed her eyes and looked up at the boy. His face was expressionless. She was about to take his hand, but she then noticed the werewolf's blood all over it. She screeched and leaned back. The boy seemed to notice her frightened look and gave her his dry hand. Meilin grabbed it and stood up.
"Thank you." He said in Chinese, staring at her hard.
Some thanks… she thought.
"I'm sorry I almost bit you earlier. Bye." He said, again in Chinese. He started down the street. Meilin didn't know why but she felt compelled to stop the boy.
"Wait, please!" she called in English. She didn't know why she thought he knew the language, but she tried anyway. "You saved me too! I want to at least know your name!" The boy turned.
"Syaoran." She was surprised to see that he responded in English.
"Syaoran what?"
"Just Syaoran. That's all you need to know." Meilin felt as if he was being rude, so she ran up to him and stopped him. She stood right in his way.
"How did you know that I speak Chinese?" Meilin questioned.
"You are from where I am." Syaoran said.
"How do you know?" Meilin was feeling very uncomfortable, the way this mysterious person, whom she'd never met before, knew so much about her. But at the same time, she wanted to become a part of his world, at any cost.
AN: And so ends chapter 1. It's sort of a cliffhanger. R&R if you want more! Even if you don't review! Criticism is good! *smooches*!
~Mayuka625~