The Desease that Killed Love

Chapter 10-Yukito

I understand Cantonese perfectly, courtesy to my true form. And since Yue is the father of Syaoran I am no less his father. We both sensed a threat from the other boy, and Syaoran no less. Which was why for the first time he defended himself.

It had troubled me when Syaoran had blurted his feelings out like that. I had always thought that he had been attracted to Sakura. When he told Yue that he actually hated her, Yue pondered on what he should do. No one forced him, yet, but both of us had a feeling that there is a new tension between Syaoran and Sakura. And this might lead to two difficult choices...

So now here is a new tension, this cousin of Syaoran's, quite a charming looking boy. But I could tell there was something black about him. Just as there was something gold about Syaoran, if you catch my meaning. And with Yue's words in mind, I'm not letting him rouse Syaoran too much.



Syaoran and I was in his room with Xuyan, having nowhere else to go. Syaoran wasn't practicing his martial arts as he probably would have. It wasn't simply because Xuyan was there, because Syaoran pointed out that " the cards are captured. I don't need to practice so much. There are things that you'll always remember. And besides, I don't like bruises," and I don't suppose anyone likes them. So the craze for fighting had left him, although I don't suppose he actually enjoyed it, and there was instantly a lot of pressure that was lifted from his being.

So instead in his room Syaoran was practicing his cello. The situation got lighter for a while. The scales were a little shaky but he got it after two or three tries. After he ran over about fourteen scales or so he started doing something called arpeggios, which seemed like a shortened and more empty version of a scale, or scales, for this matter. Syaoran completely ignored Xuyan, but I can't say the same for the other.

My son kept on talking to himself, although not in a crazy way. He seemed to want me to hear it too, or perhaps also because he could think better when he hears his thoughts with his own ears. Musicians. Syaoran took out a bunch of books and clicked his tongue.
" The bad thing about a cello," He looked at me, " And all the other instruments except the keyboards, is that you always need an accompaniment, or else it doesn't sound right."
" Chamber music?" I suggested.
" Yeah." He was speaking Cantonese, although I was speaking Japanese. " Chamber music's one. The smaller kind, then there are duets. Cello duets. I remember one time when Xuyan and I somehow ended up playing a concerto for two cellos. We got into a fight over whether there is a ritardando or not. He said that there isn't. I said that what the heck, my aesthetic sense says we should slow down. The bad thing was, the conducter wanted to speed up. We dropped the whole thing and played another." Syaoran chuckled, something very rare, even those days.
" Hello!" Xuyan blurted out. " We wouldn't need a composer if you don't listen to him."
" We might as well play everything as the composer says and lose ourselves. But in any case, sometimes I wonder if I take this thing up...like now, would I still think the same way."
" Let's try it then." Xuyan swallowed. I felt the blackness fade a little.
" Alright then. Go get your cello...um, actually, I'll have to...um..."



Syaoran ended up having to face Sakura to ask for her cards. I never saw the boy more nervous. He was blushing, he was shivering, he was downright creeped out.
" You want the Create Card?"
" Just so that Xuyan could, ano, use." He looked at me for a minute. " It'll only be for, ano," He looked at the book in his hand. " Thirty-wait, we don't have to do the whole thing. Just the first movement."
" That's all we disagreed on." Xuyan said flatly. " Or don't you remember?"

The two, I realized, had a funny relationship. They greet each other hostily, and by and by they seem to get a long again. But really the get along act was just, well, an act. To get what they want out of each other.
" Alright, how long is it without the orchestra-six, seven minutes?"
" You can have it for a day." Sakura blinked. " I haven't used magic for a long time, so I have a lot of energy."
" Oh. Ano, arigatou?" Syaoran blinked. He turned really red.

Was this how he fainted before?



" We should slow down here."
" There you go again, Wolfboy. There you go! The thing does not say ritard. Does it?"
" No, but you don't need a composer to tell you everything, unless you have too many chromosomes." Syaoran glared at Xuyan. " A good musician has his own sense of style."
" But that style could be good, or bad." Xuyan countered.
" But a style is a style. It's better than none." Syaoran answered.

They glared at each other for some time.



Xuyan was staying at Yelan's mansion for some time. The next morning I awoke and Yue was feeling sour. I went to Syaoran's room to check on him and saw he was holding some kind of black jewel.
" Ano, Syaoran? Where did that come from?" I asked, caution leaping into my limbs. Yue clenched back.

Syaoran lifted the jewel and then I saw that he was holding it by a string. A string of silver?

" Syaoran, what is that?" I asked. " Syaoran?"

I felt a sudden nauseous feeling. I hate it when that happens!

And I lost control of my body-wait, it wasn't my body. It was Yue.

" Syaoran, drop it." Yue ordered. Syaoran ignored him.
" Syaoran?"

Yue went over to the boy. " Syaoran," He bent down and took the child by the shoulders. " Syaoran, are you alright? Can you hear me?"
" Otou-san," Syaoran tilted his head, his eyes blank and dull. Yue twitched, hearing the word " Daddy" for the first time in Japanese. " I saw this before."
" I did too." Yue answered. " Drop it."
" They said it would heal me."
" Nani?" Yue blinked. " Who?"
" The voices." Syaoran answered. " Nice voices."
" Iie, not nice." Yue said slowly, staring at the strange black jewel. It was about the size of a hand, very big, ver smooth and shiny, and pure.

Pure.

" Syaoran, where did you get this?"
" I don't know." Syaoran answered without blinking once. " It was in my hand."

Yue hesitated. This was starting to turn from an incurable desease to something else. Perhaps the Dead are meddling with our fates.

That can't be good

Oh no, that can't be good.