AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hello everybody! Okay people it's time to learn some RUSSIAN!!!!!!!! And since I – am your little Russian friend, I will be your mentor as well:
Okay, now the first word I want you to learn is "Privet!", which means "Hi!"
So, in our little lesson, we learn:
Privet = Hi (Hello)
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything from Card Captor Sakura…like you didn't know that…
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Xiao, my favorite MeiLi author!!! You know that you are very-very-very good with MeiLi????? DO YOU KNOW THAT?????? Well, if you don't – then go read your stories. (~_^) Thanks, really. You were my inspiration for this story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Now, what's up with the story: This chapter you'll like, I promise. It has a lot of new feelings, which Meilin will be experiencing as well as- …but lets not get in the way of the story, shall we?
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FATE'S PLAY
Chapter: 3
The halls of the magnificent…something, (she wasn't sure whether it was a building or something else for that matter) were brightly lit up with golden candlelight. There were candles and more candles, lots of them. There were several big ball rooms, each one larger than the other. She noted there were also lots of balconies spread along the windows, with silverfish curtains covering a beautiful sight of the nature spread beneath each little terrace.
It was truly a beautiful thing to watch: pretty women accompanied by their recently made cavaliers; lots of couples already dancing under a sweet flow of classical music; and then of course there was an orchestra - a dozen gorgeous players, playing just about the sweetest and most overwhelming music ever.
But she didn't enjoy those things a bit, she have already regretted coming here the second she stepped through the portal.
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I don't know what is up with human race – we first make a decision, only to reject it the next minute. I mean, how dumb is that? I wanted to go here, I wanted to dance here, I wanted to get away from home…from Syaoran, but…I can't…I just cannot stop thinking about him! Now, how obsessed am I? In love, aren't you girl?
Yes I am; but I'm not supposed to be obsessed with him until the point when I need Syaoran more than oxygen!
Oh well…I'm here already and I might as well enjoy my miserable life; I can't go back home right now anyways: the portal back home won't open probably until the end of the carnival. Well, that's just *great*…
My dress is really starting to annoy me as each second goes by. Come to think of it: the dress is made of red, dark blue and white colors, as I mentioned earlier and now the awful realization hits me: I LOOK LIKE AN AMERICAN FLAG DAMN IT! Could I look anymore pathetic? Well yeah, of course I'm not *actually* wearing an American flag (although it probably wouldn't make any difference if I wore any), but the dress is so…let's cut to the chase: I hate it.
Anyways, as miserable as I can get tonight: I might as well enjoy the wonderful weather outside on the balcony. With that thought I made my way towards the silverfish curtains, which were covering one of the many terraces. And so I walked and walked trying my hardest to ignore the stupid dress I am wearing…
Ah, the beautiful view out of the balcony window! I am not sure now, if this kind of magnificent nature exists in the real world…
I silently stood near the window, enjoying my survey, slightly taking support of the little puffy couch near me, when…someone's *something* descended on my buttocks!
"Aaaaaah!" I winced roughly and turned around only to see a young man of my age also looking startled.
"Eeeeh! Gomen!" Oh he is certainly looking for trouble!
"What a hell do you think you're doing?" I screamed at him with all the rage I had in me, ignoring the stares from the people around us. What a nerve he must have to put his hand on my butt in the middle of the ball?!
"Oh…I…um…I think…you…I…it happened by accident! I didn't mean to put my hand on your-"
"What?! Are you crazy to hit on a girl in that manner in the middle of the ball?" Some nerve indeed.
"Wait, I wasn't hitting on you- I was just, I can expla-"
"Save it! You pervert! Get away from me!" I roared I agony and quickly paced away, but then I came back…only to give this perverted creep a loud slap on the cheek. Right then and there I felt a little better; and then I turned around on the fullest speed my dress and shoes were permitting me and sped away somewhere far, far away, where nobody would see me cry.
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Several tears spilled down onto the pearly-white marble floor. So, I lost my dignity already and everyone was staring at me; all because of that creep, that pervert, that stupid god-damned son of a bitch! My evening was miserable enough without his appearance!
As I stand here, on one of the balconies and look outside at the dark blue sky, slightly covered in stars, I wonder if I'll be like this forever, if I'll be so lonely forever, if I'll grow old alone, never have kids, or grandchildren…What if people are wrong? What if there isn't such a thing as soul mate? What if there's no such a thing as two people fated to be for one another? What if some people were meant to be alone forever? What if I'll have to cry like that until the rest of my pathetic life? But I don't want that! No I don't! I want someone! I want Syaoran…
So I cry again, it's the only way to let all of my emotions flow out.
I look at the stars. They are so pretty, so clever, and they are never lonely. Stars are always all together, in a bunch, so that neither of them would have to cry, like me.
I remember once, Clow Reed wrote in one of his books: 'Stars are like people, they have a soul and feelings, and energy. The stars are always meant to guide people in their life journeys, reminding them that no matter how lost you are - you'll always find your way. Each human has his own star, the one which shines only for this person, to guide him…' Clow Reed was a smart man, he knew principles of life, but he never met me. I am the abnormal case, I don't apply to books: no magic power, and there's no star to guide me through life.
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It has been about two hours since I arrived to this carnival and three quarters of an hour since I've been standing on the balcony, watching the fake stars, in the fake world, all of which is made with a powerful magic of the powerful clans. I must admit, the party is good, there are about five hundred people spread across several ball rooms, all dancing and enjoying their happy careless lives. (Olya / cardcaptor girl's notes: I love writing angsting sooooooo much! (^0^))
I felt kind of thirsty, and then remembered that I haven't had a drink for at least five hours. With that thought I was on my way out of the balcony and into the ball room, where the graceful waiters were offering thirsty people their drinks.
As I was going out into the brightly lit ball room, which was much warmer than the outside, I felt my high-hill shoe step on something particularly soft and puffy and…
"Stupid dress!" Was the only thing I managed to scream out before I tripped backwards, falling very slowly (or so I thought), as in a movie scene. That is it, the final straw! This dress is going to the underworld for doing this to me! I should have never worn it in the first place! But, to my surprise, the fall wasn't as hurtful, as I imagined it would be; in fact it was rather disturbingly pleasant and to my bigger surprise, it appeared that someone was holding me, supporting my weight from hitting the floor.
The person behind me was about to help me on regaining my balance, when I turned around only to see-
"Ahhh! It's you again!!"
"Yes, it's me." The Pervert replied, still holding me in the same position, with my body only one and a half feet away from the ground.
"What do you THINK you're doing?"
"Uhh…preventing you from falling, I suppose…" And that's when I noticed, to my horror that his hands were firmly attached to my bare back. I didn't care if he was holding me like that only to support my body – I knew one thing: he was a pervert and he was probably enjoying every minute of touching me. And that's no good.
"Let go of me you jerk!" I struggled a little bit, but the Pervert was holding me firmly in his grip.
"But," he tensed a little bit.
"Not but's! Let got of me!!"
"Oh but-"
"LET GO!" I cried, and before I was able to react, his hands left my body and I fell down on the floor. Okay…maybe I shouldn't have screamed for him to let go so quickly…
*Thud*; and I hit the floor. It didn't hurt much, but it was sure embarrassing to know that people around me were staring, and even though no one laughed, I could feel them all making fun of me; silently enjoying my failure.
I glared at the Pervert with all of my wrath. He was not smiling, although he *did* look at me with menacing sympathy.
"Well…you *told* me to let you go…" The Pervert said as a matter of factly, stretching out his hand to help me up. I wasn't able to hold it in anymore and I felt my eyes water. I also felt the incredible heat on my cheeks. Oh, this is so embarrassing!
Without saying a word I helped myself up only to slip again on my dress. Did I mention I hate my dress? Well, in case I didn't: I HATE IT!!!
I tried to stand up again…yes, the keyword for this is *tried*, but I wasn't able complete my 'stand up mission' without ripping the lower piece of my dress apart…
Oh crap.
And now…I look like a 'Destiny's Child' girl from the 'Survivor' video.
By now, my vision was completely blurred out by the tears. I was able to see only people's figures without a clear detail. Yes, I was most definitely crying, and now sobbing. What surprised me the most, was the fact that no one in the public around me was going to help me up.
Somehow I managed to get up again, almost loosing the balance because of my stupid shoes; and then I fled. I didn't know where, and frankly – I didn't give a damn. The need to get out of this horrible place took over me, as I started searching through my little purse for that damn letter…but it wasn't there, and then, remembering that the letter was long gone from time the portal opened – more tears streamed down my face. Great! I can't even get out of here until the end of the carnival!
Sometime later my eyes bothered to take a notice of where I've been. On one of the balconies, of course. Probably the last little terrace, the one where no one would trouble themselves to look for me. Good.
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I sighed for the hundredth time this evening, as I felt some time pass by me gradually. My watch unmistakably showed 10.14 pm. How sad…I must be missing the biggest event of my life now, but to think of it: it's not so bad…
Slowly sliding down the wall to sit on the lustrous marble flooring, I hugged my knees and buried my head into my lap.
It is so sad.
It is so depressive.
But then again - it is so like me…
I heard soft footsteps coming my way, quiet, cautious, and nervous. I just smirked to myself of what the life can bring me now…
"Umm, Hel-" He cleared throat suddenly, causing by head to go up in a quick motion. Oh no. First I thought of saying some kind of a smart remark about his behavior towards me today, but then I decided to be silent and let him say whatever he was going to say to me. "Hello..." The Pervert made another attempt to put me into a chit-chat with him. I, however said nothing. "Listen, I am sorry that I hurt you." He muttered quietly, not making a move; just standing there…and looking at his feet.
But how could I let this perfect innocent opportunity slip away from my sarcasm?
"Awe! Isn't it the *sweetest thing* I heard from anyone yet?" My deep dark sarcasm showed off itself flawlessly. The Pervert gazed down on me guiltily. Oh! It looked almost as if he was really sorry! How cute.
"C-can I…umm can I sit with…you?" His voice was barely above the whisper, so quiet that I could scarcely hear his sayings. The music outside the balcony played lightly, but it almost cut over the sound of his voice.
My first instinct was to send the boy to hell, as far as possible – away from me, but then I considered my options and chose to let him sit near by; but not close enough to wake up his pervert behavior again of course.
Softly shrugging my shoulders I turned my head away to the side and stared at the glossy blue wall. He understood the signal of my permission, and awkwardly paced up to the balcony fence-wall and sat to the left of me, which where I was sitting. I turned my head back to face him and made sure he was assembled a good distance away from me. He was about three feet away. Good.
"Just make sure you don't make a move on me again, or I'll swear I'll-"
"I, no. I wasn't ever making a move on you! Please unders-"
"I understand it perfectly well, and I am warning you – I know Karate pretty well and I am sure you have no wish in dealing with me." I said calmly, almost sweetly, but also dangerously.
"All of the members of Rinohu, Li, and Yoturu clans know martial arts. I do too, so I am happy to say I'm not really afraid of you." The boy replied just as evenly.
"Oh puh-lease! I don't even have to move my finger to-" Suddenly I stopped cold. His hand was carefully grasping mine in a tender manner. He didn't move a bit from where he was sitting, although I was scared he would move closer than I wanted him to. But he didn't make any motion; he just kept gaping at my hand, he kept holding it in his. I desperately wanted to yell at him, but didn't dare to open my mouth. Somehow I felt paralyzeed by his touch. The feel of the foreign skin against mine wasn't painstakingly disgusting; instead, it was rather…pleasant?
I think we both gulped noisily at the same time. Finally he looked up at me with a determined gaze, which I felt all over my body. His staring would hold permanently, if I didn't look up.
"Look," he said "I never meant to hit on you as you thought, it was just an accident, please believe me…" he smiled at me warmly…too warmly…oh no.
"It didn't exactly look too accidental to me when you put your hand on…" I didn't like the sound of my voice, it was husky and I had no idea why. "But, that will be alright, just don't do it again." Suddenly I felt speechless once more.
"I'm sorry I did what I did." He said gently, still holding my hand and squeezing it lightly.
"…Yeah…" my voice was barely above the whisper this time. The boy looked at me intently for several moments. He moved closer.
I didn't know what to do. Should I run? Should I move away? Should I slap him? Should I…kiss him?...
For the first time I studied his face attentively. He had this dark auburn, although it was more like light-chocolate-brown locks. His eyes were matching color, with emotion written all over. But…surely Syaoran is much better looking than this guy!
The boy moved even closer, study my face with interest, when his gaze fell upon my lips. He didn't look up at me anymore, he just kept bending down to my face, and I waited – not sure why I was allowing that pervert do this to me. Through my half closed eyes, I felt him hesitate, but only for a moment. And then…
As his lips were about to attach to mine, the only thing I could think about was Syaoran. Syaoran's eyes, Syaoran's hair, Syaoran's lips kissing me lightly cautiously, as if for the first time in his life. Syaoran's arms, Syaoran's breath…and I…don't even…remember…what Syaoran looks like… The damn Carnival spell! It erased the memories of people's faces! It is good that it's not for too long, because I don't ever want to forget Syaoran Li's features…
I felt his wanting to pull away, but he didn't; he just kept caressing my lips with his, tenderly, sweetly. His hands reached the crook of my neck and behind my back to pull me closer. I didn't mind though, well…maybe a little bit, but I was secretly enjoying the moment. And he knew it. Bastard. It's all his fault. I didn't care if I responded with a passion enough to make me breathless, I didn't care if my hands tangled themselves in his hair…I just…was enjoying my first kiss ever with a complete stranger.
Maybe it was better that way: I didn't know him, he didn't know me. The two people making out just for the pleasure of it. Simple and easy.
But…Syaoran…I love him, I am betraying him. Although, come to think of it: this is not really a betrayal – considering he is out on a date with his 'cherry blossom'. But still…
"Wait…" I mumbled into his mouth. I can't do it, not like this…Syaoran, I love him, and this stranger, even a pervert like him doesn't deserve it... "Wait…please…" This time he stopped and drew away blushing none the less than me. I looked up at him and our surroundings…clear blue sky, full of stars, how romantic. Suddenly I wanted to kiss him again…but Syaoran…I can't.
"S-sorry…" he muttered and looked down at the floor. I was just staring at him, studying him closely, still very aware of our nearness.
"No, no, don't be." He looked up with a hopeful look. I half smiled. "It's…it's just me…it's just that I-… you don't deserve this…" A look of astonishment passed his facial features.
"What?"
"I-…I was thinking of…" I gulped loudly, "of another person…while…while…" I was sure that the blush was showing itself off all over my face. "Sorry…" suddenly I saw a hurt within his eyes. I shouldn't have said that, I shouldn't have confessed that I was thinking about Syaoran, while kissing him. Suddenly, to my surprise, the boy smiled at me warmly.
"You have someone?" He just kept smiling sadly, as he slightly pulled away and held my hands on my lap with his own.
"Not exactly." I replied truthfully.
"Does he know you like him?"
"Yes."
"And?" He inquired, biting his lower lip softly.
"And Sya-, I mean this person…he has…he likes…another…person." I sighed looking down at his hands and squeezed one of them.
"Oh…he must be very stupid and the one he's dating is an ugly bitch." I chuckled, and his lips curved a smile of their own.
"No," I looked up to meet his gaze upon me. "He is…smart and beautiful. She is…well, she is a perfect one. He deserves her fair and square."
"As you say, but I still think he's an idiot not to be with you." I sniggered and he did too.
"Well, at least I made you laugh…" the amber eyed boy commented with a pleased tone. As relaxed as he looked – I still felt he was a bit nervous.
"Thanks. I must say I am not quite myself today." I noted to myself aloud.
"Is anybody? I mean: for all I know we could be friends, or just know each other." He said thoughtfully.
"I don't think so. I am very sure I don't know you and never met you." I stated.
"You don't know that, because I too act a bit differently today, unlike my usual self."
"You mean you're not your usual pervert self in the real world?"
"I'm not a pervert even here…" he said slightly annoyed. "Besides, we might have seen each other before – you don't know, the spell erased the memories of all people you and I know…so-"
"Oh believe me, I don't know you. It's a shame we can't tell each other our names though."
"Yes, it's too bad…but hey, we could make up our names, so that we could call each other something." His smile started to melt my heart away again. Why? Why was I feeling this way about a complete stranger? And besides…it's not like I would ever see him again after this evening…
"I think it's a good idea, call me…umm…call me…Catherine."
"Ooh! Why such name?" The boy asked.
"I don't know, uh…maybe because…well, I always wanted an English name."
"That's nice, Catherine."
"Thank you, and I'll call you a… Pervert." I chucked and he seemed to blush a little.
"I told you already, it was an accident." The boy said with a bit of frustration.
"Yeah, whatever."
"But please, can I have DECENT name?" he used The Puppy Eyes on me. How could he? How come it always works when male kind does that?
"Alright, alright! Then I'll call you…umm…Vladimir!" I said and watched his very baffled expression.
"What a hell is that?"
"It's a name for you for tonight." I stated calmly.
"Oh come on! Vladimir? Why can't I choose a GOOD name for myself BY myself?"
"Because I said so."
"Oh."
"Yes." And I smiled, as I saw him sigh. It was so fun watching him! I hoped he didn't get it in a wrong way – I didn't mean to be bossy."
"Okay, but…why can't I have a normal Chinese name?"
"Because I always wondered what it would be like to talk to 'Vladimir'."
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The night was going peacefully for me, as well as for 'Vladimir'. As I found out, he was good at martial arts too and he knew magic. But of course – he was a member of one of those clans, and so he had to know magic. I kept glancing at my clock with a slight unhappiness. Vladimir has informed me that the Carnival would end by midnight, and I made a joke about Cinderella. Then he kissed me again lightly.
Strangely enough I felt a lot more comfort in speaking to him, that I ever had with Syaoran. It was so different with Vladimir, he was so easy to talk to, and I felt like I knew him not just one and a half hours, but my entire life.
We even danced. It was actually my idea, but he didn't seem to mind. First he did mind, and explained me that he couldn't dance very well, however I told him that the dancing was as easy as martial arts. After that I taught him to dance a little, and then he was so good at it, that I could barely keep up with his waltzing moves.
"What time is it?" he asked me for the second time.
"It's eleven forty five…" I said sadly and he put his right arm around my shoulder, as we watched the nature view from the balcony. "Many people are already waiting for portals to open."
"I don't want to part with you, Catherine…" His eyes were locked in mine, as he stood with me in half-embrace. Then the strange laugh escaped his lips, and I looked up at him confused.
"What?" I said, as I watched his expression go blank for a second, and afterward he laughed some more. My quizzical look made Vladimir stop and beam at me.
"It's just that…I never thought that I would ever be able to…meet someone like you…I mean you're, you are so beautiful." He declared, caressing my face with his hands gently. My eyes widened. No one ever told me those words! No one EVER told me I was beautiful.
"T-thanks." I blushed.
"I feel strange…I feel like I don't…don't want to let you go, because I'll never see you…" That was when I realized quite suddenly what was going on: we will never see each other again! No! I want to be with him! I hugged him so quickly that he was left gasping for air, surprised. I was too surprised and also…confused…
"I think," I suddenly felt my eyes go warm and misty. "I th-think…that…I am falling in-" My confession was rudely interrupted by a sound of the bell ringing, which meant there would be another bell-ringing in a couple of minutes and then all of the portals would open for people to go home. The bell ringing brought some more tears to my eyes; unwillingly I pulled away and looked at him intently, receiving the same kind of gaze from Vladimir.
"I-I am, I think… what I feel is, I'm falling-" he then interrupted me, as he tightened our embrace, watching my every move.
"You're about to…to say something you might regret later….and then we-"
"Might never see each other again." I finished his sentence sorrowfully. "I know, but I feel that if I won't say it now – I'll never have a chance to say it again." The tear ran mercilessly down my check, revealing every single feeling I had in me. He wiped the salty thing off.
Suddenly a light appeared in his hand and he said some incantations on the unknown language, after which the glow on his hand lessened and the only thing was left was…the most beautiful necklace I ever saw! It was pure diamond of average size, polished in a heart-shaped manner.
I thought I was going to faint right there and then, when he offered to put the necklace on my neck with the words: 'It's for you'. I just stood there speechless, soundless, and seeing this he said:
"What, you don't like it?"
"What?... No! I love it!...But how did you…how did you…"
"I'm a clan member; I have magic, just like you." He said as a matter of factly. I decided that it was for the best not to tell him I didn't have magic, so I smiled kindly in return, as he turned me around slowly and locked the necklace about my neck. It felt so good to sense a cold silver chain on my neck, accompanied by his breathing. I turned around slowly and blushed, as he took my face and cradled it hands. I was about to say something, when he, as if reading my thoughts spoke before me.
"Catherine, you are, I never met anyone like you…you are sweet and good heavens, you are beautiful, you don't take crap from people and you are the smartest person I've met…I just wish…I just wish I didn't have to let you go just now…" All of a sudden, his face became very serious. "I feel…maybe I'm wrong and I know I'll regret this later, but…somehow I feel like I…" he swallowed with difficulty. "Love you…I feel like I love you and please don't think it's crazy!"
I gasped, even though I was quite expecting this, I was still petrified in a good way. He just…he just confessed his love to me! After knowing me for only a couple of hours! How is it possible?
"Is love making people's heart ache?" I asked, mostly to myself. He was astonished by my out-of-place inquiry.
"Sometimes." He whispered.
"Is it love when you feel you want to be with the person and never part? Is it love when you want to kiss this person for eternity, and the truest moment of happiness in your life is when you are never tired of watching this person?" Why was I suddenly asking these questions? I knew the answers, I knew what love was!
"Yes, it is love."
"Then that is what I'm feeling, when I see you." Vladimir smiled, releasing air through his nose, and then he whispered:
"Good." After which the boy kissed me deeply covering his arms around my body tightly. I responded just as passionately to his kisses, and for the first time, Syaoran's essence was completely gone out of my mind. Syaoran was forgotten, gone. There was another. Someone who I loved and who loved me in return for the first time in my life…even if it would be just for tonight.
Our kissing was once again interrupted by the last warning bell and this time we both knew what it meant. I tried my best not to keep crying, but I failed miserably.
Suddenly Cinderella came into my mind. Life is funny and I hate it. I just lived a half of a damned fairy tale! Unfortunately, my life is not a fairy tale, and my prince charming will never find me to make me his princess-wife forever and ever.
The boy's look came across at me, his hands standing firmly on my shoulders and I thought of killing myself for his wonderfully beautiful amber eyes.
"Listen, just remember-" his voice became a bit shaky, as we heard the last people running to their portals. "Remember to keep me in your heart, even if…even if…you will never remember my face, let the necklace I gave you always remind you of me…"
"Yes, of course, I will never take it off…But I don't have anything to give to you…"
"It's too late, but I'll remember you somehow." Vladimir said, as he looked around, seeing the portal, my portal open about twelve feet away from us. "You have to go." He said strictly.
"But I-"
"Go!" I listened to him, and half ran to the portal. Then I stopped for a second and dashed back to him, hugging him with all of my power. He did the same. Subsequently I quickly pulled away.
"I love you, whoever you are..." I said quietly, ignoring my endless tears.
"I love you, dear Catherine." His lips touched my forehead lightly. He pulled me away from our embrace, as it seemed to be with the speed of light, and pushed me toward the portal.
Forced, I walked to the entrance and looked back, only to catch a glance of Vladimir's back facing me. As I was half the way of walking through the portal, I watched another portal open, only for him.
"Goodbye." I said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. He didn't respond, he just kept standing there, his back toward me. That was the last thing I saw before I blacked out. The last time I saw Vladimir.
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My awakening was sudden, and if I wasn't trained in martial arts, I would fall down this instant. And *if* I would fall, I would awake the whole house.
Not even bothering to change into a nightgown, I dropped myself on my bed and closed my eyes, trying to relax the intense beating of my heart. I never wanted to get out of my stupid half-destroyed dress, since it was one of tiny reminders that this night has happened for real, that it wasn't just a dream.
I was fully aware now that Syaoran's face features came back to my memory…and as it was supposed to turn out…Vladimir's features were gone…forever.
I tried to make myself sleep and I succeeded after a while, clutching my hand onto the necklace *he* gave me.
I won, I was in love once more, with the person I couldn't have, again…
TO BE CONTINUED…
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I worked my ass off for this chapter and I think it was the best thing I wrote yet. What do you think?
Xiao? You like it? I hope I didn't shatter you beliefs in me.
And yes, I a will be changing my pen name soon. For now it's Olya / cardcaptor girl, but soon it will be just Olya. In the search engine search only for Olya, only this name will give you results to my author's page.
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AC Ishida, how was it? I am expecting a good Hiead x Ikhny story from you soon. (^_^)
Sincerely, Olya / cardcaptor girl