Chapter 23-Kero
Talk about being messed up! The kid went from gakilike to emotional to perfectly cold. My head still spins when I think about who he really is like. I mean, that kid...
But still, things happen very fast these days, too fast for the poor guy. First he hears his dad is Yue, and then his family dies, leaving him sort of like an orphan, and then Sakura, and then he hears that he could bring her back to life again. It's enough to confuse anyone, even Clow Reed-
Well, not Clow Reed, hehehe.
So basically things were going pretty fast, I daresay. ( Gee, thanks a lot Touya.) The kid is pretty much contained, except when around Xuyan, surprisingly. I don't know what to think of the other kid, I mean, first he appears to be Syaoran's rival, and now he is starting to act sympathetic. ( For once.)
I guess it's something about the cousin cousin thing.
So I didn't know what the heck the sorcerors were doing to him, I mean,
healing shouldn't take that long. Then again, what do I know? I never healed before.
I may be a guardian, but I'm no shaman.
Syaoran became very pale and very much mute. It was like he was put into silence. Only Xuyan could talk to him, but the other kid wouldn't tell us what Syaoran told him.
So we're pretty much out of the news. It was very strange, because we were supposed to be in this together, and here they were, forcing all of us out. I didn't like it. Neither did Spinel.
So, he being a cat and I being a stuffed bear, decided to spy. As Tomoyo would say, bad idea. Eriol was with them as they gave Syaoran a type of medicine that looked like paint. Then Syaoran began to buck and writhe, and there was a heartbreaking moan from the boy. Then his skin became ash white, his eyes dulled and glazed over, and then we saw a sorceror cutting open his arm as the blood spilled into a bowl.
" Blood is clotting." Said one after a while, I think he's Junxiu. Syaoran struggled deliriously and then fell limp.
The three sorcerors took the blood and to my disgust, actually touched it.
Pink is not pretty.
" I'm not sure what the pink blood means for someone like him." Eriol admitted. "
It could mean he's anemic, but that wouldn't make sense. And the real person's
blood is actually blue, until it meets oxygen."
" It's the same here. His blood turns pink once it meets oxygen. Otherwise, it's blue,
but lighter." Another, Guofang, I think was examining his veins.
The first one suddenly lighted a fire in the middle of the floor, startling
everyone, not including Syaoran. He threw some drops of blood and the fire
became green?
" Poor child." Said the first one.
" So his blood is made of magic."
" Partly. Or the fire will become his blood."
Eriol wrinkled his nose. " Do you think this is what affected his health?"
" Partly." Answered the third. " But not all. It isn't just his blood that is making him
weak."
" Iie, not just his blood, his magic. Is there anything else, then?"
" His heart is torn."
" Ah." Eriol nodded. " But that does not affect his...cure, does it?"
" Iie, it doesn't." Said the second. " But it does play a major role. And right now the
Card Mistress is taking advantage of him being halfway in death."
" Advantage?" Eriol cocked an eyebrow.
" His fate links with hers." The second sorceror said after some hesitation. " As
much as they both deny it, they cannot part. The Card Mistress is trying her best to
come back. He is trying his best to bring her."
The third sorceror began to open a hole in Syaoran's head. It was so disgusting I nearly threw up right then and there. Eriol gagged a little and bit his lip in response.
We decided to go. No wonder Syaoran had remained silent. Eriol came out pale and as mute as the other kid. None of us spoke about that night.
It turned out that they were actually pouring some kind of potion into Syaoran's head. It will fight off and prevent any ' battles' between the two forces, but still, it was gross.
I went into Syaoran's room one night. He jumped off his bed and quickly hid
something under his mattress with one slip of a hand.
" Ano, konbonwa?" I blinked.
" Konbonwa?" Syaoran tilted his head. " What do you want here?"
" Nothing." I sat down by his nightstand. " Why don't you lay down for a bit,
Syaoran? You look tired."
" It's just what I was afraid of." Syaoran muttered as he sat down, but he didn't lie.
" I heard that you are linked with Sakura's soul for some reason." I began.
Syaoran flinched. " Hai. What about it?"
" Do you intend to do anything about it?" I asked.
" What can I do." Syaoran lied down, finally. " I don't know anything."
" Perhaps your love for her would be enough."
" I don't love her!" Syaoran suddenly yelled, sitting up with a jerk. " For heaven's
sake let that thing drop! How many times do I have to tell you this?"
" Alright, alright," I was nervous. " Okay. I don't mean to make you mad, I'm just
suggesting-"
" Well that's a lousy suggestion." Syaoran lied back down and turned away from
me.
For a while I remained there, and then, thinking if I said anymore I would
anger him even more, I made to leave.
" I'm sorry." He suddenly sobbed. I stopped.
" I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..." And he began crying and curled into a ball. I floated
over and patted his head with my paw.
" I wanted to help her!" Syaoran choked. " I wanted to help her, and for a time I
just thought she was...like a gift, you know. And then for some time I just thought
she was just a worthless piece of garbage. I don't know why. I wanted to kill her,
dammit! I wanted to kill her. It's not fair!"
At first I had no idea what he was talking about. But gradually I began to understand. Something made Syaoran hate Sakura, yet something else made him love her, and this fed to his hate. His hate never drove him to actually kill her, but it did drive him a little crazy, so that he became immobile the day of the accident. It was the same thing for everyone he met, Xuyan, Tomoyo, Eriol, but for Sakura the contradicting feelings were stronger, because he really did love her.
That hate was what made him indifferent, what made him seem so cold. That hate washed away all his feelings for her, not to the point of vanishment, but to the point where he could no longer reach it on his own.
And I know there were traces left. Because before I came in he was holding a piece of paper. That paper, under the mattress, turned out to be a photograph of Sakura.
I didn't think Yue knew what the sorcerors were doing each night. I had no
idea either, even though I saw it for myself. I didn't tell him anything of it, and he
never saw it for himself.
And I pretty much trust Eriol's judgement, who seemed to know what they were doing, even though from time to time he would grimace and feel the back of his own head.
And hopefully when Syaoran's healed he could bring Sakura back again.
