ah... the start of a new fic... it's like the smell of new books... i don't like new books though so i guess it isn't the same... ^_^
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i don't own CCS... waaaaaaah!!!!! @_@ (stupid disclaimers...)
anyway here's the beginning of the story!!
Chapter 1 - An Urgent Message
The two young men were both sweating even though it was up in the mountains. The dragon they just killed had, just moments before, breathed fire everywhere. So although it was the winter, it felt like a sauna in the summer.
"Phew! That was one tough dragon!" one of the men said, exhausted, drinking the canteen of water they had brought with them. It was almost boiling water, but he didn't notice. He was about to drink some more water when the dragon slayer snatched the canteen away from him. He cried out in surprise.
"You can't take ALL the water, Syaoran. Think about others." Eriol scolded before he drank the rest of the water. Syaoran glared at him. "Think about others." he mimicked, sarcastically. Eriol grinned. "Come on, my little apprentice. You did a job well done." He started going down the mountain.
Syaoran puffed up with pride, not noticing that Eriol had called him 'his little apprentice'. He hated being called that, even though that was really what he was. Eriol was his instructor so that he could become a dragon slayer himself. He looked back at the dragon, then patted its head, before he ran down to catch up with Eriol.
[Town Next to Mountain]
There were cheers and beers (whoa they rhyme! ^_^) going around, as they congratulated the two men who had just saved their town. The head of the town, shook their hands, endlessly thanking them. Eriol had had years of experience with slaying dragons and the peoples' reactions when he returned from his task so he was calm and a bit bored, but this was Syaoran's second, and so he was drinking in all the peoples' awe and happiness.
Then someone shouted, "Let's party!" and everyone joined in. The town square immediately was filled with people. Eriol wanted to go in, but he wanted to say something to his apprentice. He looked around but he didn't see him. He wandered around for a bit, until he saw his 'little apprentice' talking to a man that looked twice his size. Eriol sidled his way through the crowds until he reached Syaoran. He said, "Be back before dawn, my little apprentice. And don't get a hangover." As a reward, Syaoran glared at him. Eriol smirked and went to the home that the city kindly offered them during their stay.
[Next Morning]
Eriol woke up as the sun was rising over the horizon. He smiled and went to take a shower. When he came back in the room, he found a grumpy, hung-over Syaoran. "Ungh... stop walking so loud..." he complained as Eriol walked to the stove. He smirked. "Didn't I tell you not to get a hang over?"
"Stop talking so loud!! And how was I supposed to know what you were talking about??"
Eriol shrugged. "I just assumed that my little apprentice would be smart enough to know what I was talking about." He laughed silently, but his shoulders shook.
"Damn you, shut up." Syaoran said. He narrowed his eyes. "What the hell are you making?"
Eriol looked at him for a second before he answered. "Medicine... for your head." He kept his medicine cooking for a few more minutes before he poured the liquid into a cup. He handed it to Syaoran.
Syaoran looked at it suspiciously. "Come on, take it... it's really hot, my hand's burning." Eriol begged. Syaoran took it and sniffed it.
"Ugh, what the hell IS this crap?"
"Just drink it. It'll get rid of your hang over. Trust me." Then Eriol's teeth gleamed, just like when he lied or when he did something sneaky. Syaoran's eyes narrowed. He looked at Eriol, who now looked very composed. He drank it in one gulp. Eriol started laughing hysterically. Syaoran felt something pushing itself up his throat. He ran to the bathroom and didn't come out for an hour.
[One Hour Later]
"Damn you, Hiiragizawa, what was that shit?!" Syaoran yelled at a laughing Eriol. "HEHEHEHE, I wasn't lying...HAHAHAHAHA... it IS medicine...HEEHEE it's just a bit nasty... MWAHAHAHAA!" "What do you mean, A BIT NASTY??!! That was the most disgusting thing I ever tasted in my entire life!!" Syaoran would've yelled some more, but someone knocked on the door.
"Uh, excuse me, is this the residence of the Dragon Slayer?" the man asked, respectively. "Yes, I am the Dragon Slayer, good sir. Please sit down." Eriol greeted him. The man thanked him and immediately sat down next to the stove where a stench from the medicine was coming. He wrinkled his nose at the smell.
"So, what did you need?" Eriol asked. "Oh, the kingdom of Tomoeda(so original, eh?) needs an experienced dragon slayer, such as yourself." Eriol invited the man to continue. "We have asked other dragon slayers to kill our dragon, but they have all failed." He bowed his head in reverence before he continued. "The dragon threatened to burn our kingdom unless we give it one maiden to eat a year."
Eriol was shocked. What kind of dragon is this? "So... uh- the dragon talks?"
"Precisely. We all believe it has gone on long enough... so please... save our kingdom." The man pleaded.
"Syaoran... say your good-byes. This could take a while." Eriol stood up and so did the messenger. "Please tell us the way, and we will be there as soon as possible." "Thank you, sir." The messenger left.
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okay... this was the first chap? how'd you like it?
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i don't own CCS... waaaaaaah!!!!! @_@ (stupid disclaimers...)
anyway here's the beginning of the story!!
Chapter 1 - An Urgent Message
The two young men were both sweating even though it was up in the mountains. The dragon they just killed had, just moments before, breathed fire everywhere. So although it was the winter, it felt like a sauna in the summer.
"Phew! That was one tough dragon!" one of the men said, exhausted, drinking the canteen of water they had brought with them. It was almost boiling water, but he didn't notice. He was about to drink some more water when the dragon slayer snatched the canteen away from him. He cried out in surprise.
"You can't take ALL the water, Syaoran. Think about others." Eriol scolded before he drank the rest of the water. Syaoran glared at him. "Think about others." he mimicked, sarcastically. Eriol grinned. "Come on, my little apprentice. You did a job well done." He started going down the mountain.
Syaoran puffed up with pride, not noticing that Eriol had called him 'his little apprentice'. He hated being called that, even though that was really what he was. Eriol was his instructor so that he could become a dragon slayer himself. He looked back at the dragon, then patted its head, before he ran down to catch up with Eriol.
[Town Next to Mountain]
There were cheers and beers (whoa they rhyme! ^_^) going around, as they congratulated the two men who had just saved their town. The head of the town, shook their hands, endlessly thanking them. Eriol had had years of experience with slaying dragons and the peoples' reactions when he returned from his task so he was calm and a bit bored, but this was Syaoran's second, and so he was drinking in all the peoples' awe and happiness.
Then someone shouted, "Let's party!" and everyone joined in. The town square immediately was filled with people. Eriol wanted to go in, but he wanted to say something to his apprentice. He looked around but he didn't see him. He wandered around for a bit, until he saw his 'little apprentice' talking to a man that looked twice his size. Eriol sidled his way through the crowds until he reached Syaoran. He said, "Be back before dawn, my little apprentice. And don't get a hangover." As a reward, Syaoran glared at him. Eriol smirked and went to the home that the city kindly offered them during their stay.
[Next Morning]
Eriol woke up as the sun was rising over the horizon. He smiled and went to take a shower. When he came back in the room, he found a grumpy, hung-over Syaoran. "Ungh... stop walking so loud..." he complained as Eriol walked to the stove. He smirked. "Didn't I tell you not to get a hang over?"
"Stop talking so loud!! And how was I supposed to know what you were talking about??"
Eriol shrugged. "I just assumed that my little apprentice would be smart enough to know what I was talking about." He laughed silently, but his shoulders shook.
"Damn you, shut up." Syaoran said. He narrowed his eyes. "What the hell are you making?"
Eriol looked at him for a second before he answered. "Medicine... for your head." He kept his medicine cooking for a few more minutes before he poured the liquid into a cup. He handed it to Syaoran.
Syaoran looked at it suspiciously. "Come on, take it... it's really hot, my hand's burning." Eriol begged. Syaoran took it and sniffed it.
"Ugh, what the hell IS this crap?"
"Just drink it. It'll get rid of your hang over. Trust me." Then Eriol's teeth gleamed, just like when he lied or when he did something sneaky. Syaoran's eyes narrowed. He looked at Eriol, who now looked very composed. He drank it in one gulp. Eriol started laughing hysterically. Syaoran felt something pushing itself up his throat. He ran to the bathroom and didn't come out for an hour.
[One Hour Later]
"Damn you, Hiiragizawa, what was that shit?!" Syaoran yelled at a laughing Eriol. "HEHEHEHE, I wasn't lying...HAHAHAHAHA... it IS medicine...HEEHEE it's just a bit nasty... MWAHAHAHAA!" "What do you mean, A BIT NASTY??!! That was the most disgusting thing I ever tasted in my entire life!!" Syaoran would've yelled some more, but someone knocked on the door.
"Uh, excuse me, is this the residence of the Dragon Slayer?" the man asked, respectively. "Yes, I am the Dragon Slayer, good sir. Please sit down." Eriol greeted him. The man thanked him and immediately sat down next to the stove where a stench from the medicine was coming. He wrinkled his nose at the smell.
"So, what did you need?" Eriol asked. "Oh, the kingdom of Tomoeda(so original, eh?) needs an experienced dragon slayer, such as yourself." Eriol invited the man to continue. "We have asked other dragon slayers to kill our dragon, but they have all failed." He bowed his head in reverence before he continued. "The dragon threatened to burn our kingdom unless we give it one maiden to eat a year."
Eriol was shocked. What kind of dragon is this? "So... uh- the dragon talks?"
"Precisely. We all believe it has gone on long enough... so please... save our kingdom." The man pleaded.
"Syaoran... say your good-byes. This could take a while." Eriol stood up and so did the messenger. "Please tell us the way, and we will be there as soon as possible." "Thank you, sir." The messenger left.
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okay... this was the first chap? how'd you like it?