varon: oops. sorry. i've been a bit under the weather. but not too under. after all, i produced this, didn't i? *glomps* for you!
Could've Been
by Ekai Ungson
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What is the destiny of one being where two souls exist?
II: Iliad
We all know that Clow Reed reincarnated himself into me. We know he did it to supposedly guide the next Card Master-- or Mistress, in this case.
But would you really believe that Clow would be so unselfish?
Heh.
Of course he'd have an ulterior motive. He always does. And you know what it is?
I think he reincarnated himself because he wanted to relive his life.
Note. Not his past. His LIFE.
Clow made a lot of stupid choices in his lifetime. For instance, he chose to dedicate his whole life to his work and leave room for nothing else. THAT was one of the most stupid choices ever.
He forgot to live, and now he's RE-living-- in me.
Forget that I have a life, too.
That's not all. There's one more reason.
Clow wants to find Madoushi.
Well, HE'S an insane git. There are over a billion people in the world. Where does he want me to look for his water mage? Where am I going to start?
These dreams are getting to me.
All right.I confess I'd do the same. I have the power. And the love of your very life isn't something you simply ignore.
But there is no denying the fact that it IS some sort of a major inconvenience to the one you'd bestow the job on, right? The poor man should have his own bloody life to live.
Like I do.
But I guess Clow wasn't thinking again.
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"We have to produce a play."
"A what?" Syaoran repeated.
"A play," Yanagisawa Naoko said. "For-- take a wild guess-- Culture. Shirahime-sensei says we don't pass without one."
The class groaned.
"And that's not all," Naoko continued. "We have to finish within a one-month period. Everything from the script to the set."
"Just a MONTH?!" the class chorused.
"AND it has to be an original play," Naoko finished, dropping the last bomb. "So we can't use the old 'Sleeping Beauty' standby."
"Thank God," Syaoran breathed.
"But then what are we going to do? Who's going to make up a story?" someone asked.
All eyes turned to Eriol and Yamazaki Takashi.
They stared dumbly back.
"What?"
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"Now. No nonsense, Yamazaki-kun. This is serious. If we all don't pass this requirement you KNOW how many of us will be ready to kill you," Mihara Chiharu threatened.
Yamazaki bobbed his head eagerly.
"And YOU, Hiiragizawa-kun," Chiharu turned to Eriol.
Eriol grinned winningly. "I think you've done enough threatening to Yamazaki-kun, Mihara-san, for me to get the point, really." He raised his right hand. "I promise to do good, even in the event that I be tempted to fool off because of Yamazaki-kun's brilliant nonsense."
"I resent that!" Yamazaki cried.
Chiharu smiled in malevolent satisfaction and left the room.
Eriol grinned.
------
Yamazaki paced and Eriol sat, tapping a pen against the side of his desk, a blank sheet of paper in front of him.
"How about the origins of chocolate?" Yamazaki suggested. "Did you know that ancient Tibetans went all the way to China on ship they dubbed 'the good ship Wanggo' to harvest--"
"That's enough, Yamazaki-kun, be serious," Eriol said. "Our lives are depending on this!"
"It's a good idea!" Yamazaki said defensively.
"Chocolate?" Eriol repeated incredulously. "Only Li would go for that idea."
Yamazaki huffed pompously.
"We need something... drastic," Eriol pronounced. "Something to sweep the audience off their feet. Something that will get us an instant A. Something..."
Yamazaki sat down. "Romantic. That way it'll appeal to the female population, and we at least get points for getting a large crowd."
"Great, great. A historical romance of..."
"unrequited love."
Eriol looked up.
------
Yamazaki wrote down something that resembled a script while Eriol paced, spinning a tale of unrequited love and woe and other cliches.
He told of a sorcerer and a water mage, struggling for dominance in old, old China, and in the face of all that adversity, one love...
And a tragedy.
------
"You made a play about YOURSELF?" Syaoran cried in indignation.
"It's about Clow-san," Sakura corrected. "And Madoushi. It's actually quite good."
Naoko went to the front of the class.
"We've read the script and decided on the roles. The role of Clow Reed the sorcerer goes to Hiiragizawa-kun, because we swear he's perfect for the job."
Applause.
"And the role of Madoushi, the water mage, goes to... Daidouji-san."
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Could've Been
by Ekai Ungson
-------
What is the destiny of one being where two souls exist?
II: Iliad
We all know that Clow Reed reincarnated himself into me. We know he did it to supposedly guide the next Card Master-- or Mistress, in this case.
But would you really believe that Clow would be so unselfish?
Heh.
Of course he'd have an ulterior motive. He always does. And you know what it is?
I think he reincarnated himself because he wanted to relive his life.
Note. Not his past. His LIFE.
Clow made a lot of stupid choices in his lifetime. For instance, he chose to dedicate his whole life to his work and leave room for nothing else. THAT was one of the most stupid choices ever.
He forgot to live, and now he's RE-living-- in me.
Forget that I have a life, too.
That's not all. There's one more reason.
Clow wants to find Madoushi.
Well, HE'S an insane git. There are over a billion people in the world. Where does he want me to look for his water mage? Where am I going to start?
These dreams are getting to me.
All right.I confess I'd do the same. I have the power. And the love of your very life isn't something you simply ignore.
But there is no denying the fact that it IS some sort of a major inconvenience to the one you'd bestow the job on, right? The poor man should have his own bloody life to live.
Like I do.
But I guess Clow wasn't thinking again.
------
"We have to produce a play."
"A what?" Syaoran repeated.
"A play," Yanagisawa Naoko said. "For-- take a wild guess-- Culture. Shirahime-sensei says we don't pass without one."
The class groaned.
"And that's not all," Naoko continued. "We have to finish within a one-month period. Everything from the script to the set."
"Just a MONTH?!" the class chorused.
"AND it has to be an original play," Naoko finished, dropping the last bomb. "So we can't use the old 'Sleeping Beauty' standby."
"Thank God," Syaoran breathed.
"But then what are we going to do? Who's going to make up a story?" someone asked.
All eyes turned to Eriol and Yamazaki Takashi.
They stared dumbly back.
"What?"
------
"Now. No nonsense, Yamazaki-kun. This is serious. If we all don't pass this requirement you KNOW how many of us will be ready to kill you," Mihara Chiharu threatened.
Yamazaki bobbed his head eagerly.
"And YOU, Hiiragizawa-kun," Chiharu turned to Eriol.
Eriol grinned winningly. "I think you've done enough threatening to Yamazaki-kun, Mihara-san, for me to get the point, really." He raised his right hand. "I promise to do good, even in the event that I be tempted to fool off because of Yamazaki-kun's brilliant nonsense."
"I resent that!" Yamazaki cried.
Chiharu smiled in malevolent satisfaction and left the room.
Eriol grinned.
------
Yamazaki paced and Eriol sat, tapping a pen against the side of his desk, a blank sheet of paper in front of him.
"How about the origins of chocolate?" Yamazaki suggested. "Did you know that ancient Tibetans went all the way to China on ship they dubbed 'the good ship Wanggo' to harvest--"
"That's enough, Yamazaki-kun, be serious," Eriol said. "Our lives are depending on this!"
"It's a good idea!" Yamazaki said defensively.
"Chocolate?" Eriol repeated incredulously. "Only Li would go for that idea."
Yamazaki huffed pompously.
"We need something... drastic," Eriol pronounced. "Something to sweep the audience off their feet. Something that will get us an instant A. Something..."
Yamazaki sat down. "Romantic. That way it'll appeal to the female population, and we at least get points for getting a large crowd."
"Great, great. A historical romance of..."
"unrequited love."
Eriol looked up.
------
Yamazaki wrote down something that resembled a script while Eriol paced, spinning a tale of unrequited love and woe and other cliches.
He told of a sorcerer and a water mage, struggling for dominance in old, old China, and in the face of all that adversity, one love...
And a tragedy.
------
"You made a play about YOURSELF?" Syaoran cried in indignation.
"It's about Clow-san," Sakura corrected. "And Madoushi. It's actually quite good."
Naoko went to the front of the class.
"We've read the script and decided on the roles. The role of Clow Reed the sorcerer goes to Hiiragizawa-kun, because we swear he's perfect for the job."
Applause.
"And the role of Madoushi, the water mage, goes to... Daidouji-san."
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