SNOWFLAKES
[A/N:I don't own this. If I did, you'd be watching it, buddy. Not reading it!]
Anyway, just before I start this, I just wanna say: THIS IS MY FIRST FIC! Please don't be too harsh on me!! O yeah! And HI JADE WING! HI KEMU!! Go read their stories, they are wonderfulness. And, I know this is kinda a boring beginning, but the fic is gonna be short. I know what you're thinking. :the longer she keeps talking, the longer it's gonna be: WELL, I'LL KEEP YOU NO LONGER! pleeeeeeaase review!
The young man awoke at eight, just by habit, and stretched. For some reason he still felt terribly tired, like his eyelids were coated in lead. Slowly, he got out of bed, his limbs aching and he remembered suddenly that he hadn't had good dreams…
Terrified, frenzied screams…the slapping of feet against a cold floor…he flung the door open…and…and…
He shut his eyes tight for a moment, trying to squeeze out the memories, and he stumbled to the bathroom. Eyes still shut, he fumbled to turn the water on, cupped his hands, and splashed his face with cold water. Accidentally inhaling some of the water, he sputtered some curses and coughed weakly into the sink, grabbing a towel and dried his face off. Wearily, he lifted his face, and studied his reflection. A mop of messy, dark brown hair, and big chocolate brown eyes. He was pale, and faint bluish circles ringed his eyes. He hadn't gotten a good sleep in a very long time. He wasn't eating well, either, just nibbling on food here and there, not caring about how he looked any more, not caring how he acted.
Sighing, he went to change his clothes, changing into a pair of gray cargoes and a simple white shirt, with a gray jacket over it.
The phone rang in his kitchen, and scowling he picked it up.
"Hello…"he muttered, shoving a hand in his pocket.
A cold voice answered back. "Hello little wolf,"
The boy let the phone fall with a clatter.
~~~~~~~~~~
Sakura Kinomoto awoke at nine o'clock on a Saturday morning.
"Morning Kero!" she chirped, stirring her long limbs and stretching. Pale watery sunlight streamed through the pink curtains in her room. She twitched them aside, and found that only a sliver of the sun was shining, the rest of it obscured by dark, ominous clouds.
"Hmmm…looks like a storm, Sakura." responded Kero, popping the top off of a pudding container.
"Kero, do you have to eat pudding so early in the morning?" sighed Sakura, standing up and making her bed.
"Yup!" he answered cheerily, shoving a spoonful in his mouth and swallowing loudly. "MMmmm…PUDDING!" commented Kero, gulping down another spoonful.
"Whatever, Kero," muttered Sakura softly, walking out of the room. Tiredly, she brushed her teeth, and walked downstairs for breakfast.
"Morning Touya," she yawned, "Morning Dad."
"Morning, Sakura," said her father cheerfully, depositing hash browns and pancakes on to her breakfast plate.
Touya eyed his sister and said, "Morning, monster."
Sakura rolled her eyes at the old nickname and plopped down in a seat, scarfing down her breakfast.
She watched her father sit down with his own modest cup of tea. "Sakura," began her father in a serious tone, "I'm leaving on a dig this afternoon,"
She let her fork fall with a pinging noise, and made no effort to pick it up. Touya also stopped eating.
"I know it's near Christmas and all," he said heavily, "But with even the smallest luck we'll be home in a couple days.
"You mean on Christmas Day," said Touya flatly.
"Dad—" said Sakura, pained, "You promised, that this year…"
"I know, I know. But it's not gonna be too long. I promise!"
"Whatever," muttered Touya angrily, "I thought we were going to spend the holidays together this year."
"Touya," said her father sternly, "I am STILL the man of the house, and what I say goes. I will be back. Count on that."
Sakura shoved her plate away, and ran up to her room, flopping down on her bed.
"Whassa matter, Sakura?" asked Kero, seeing his mistress run upstairs unhappily.
"Dad's going on a dig again," she said in a low voice.
"AGAIN!"
"Ssh, yes again." She answered sadly .
"But—it's so close to the holidays, Sakura!" whispered Kero, flying into Sakura's hands. She scratched him instinctively right between the ears.
"Yeah, I know." Said Sakura miserably, leaning back on her pillows. There was a soft knock on her door. Kero immediately froze, and Mr. Kinomoto came in the room with a sad face.
"Sakura," he said softly, sitting on the edge of her bed, "I'm sorry I have to go away again, but my job calls!"
"What about your family?" countered Sakura evenly. "Or we only second priority?"
"Look, you'll see why I have to go, but I can't tell you right now," replied her father desperately, running a hand through his golden-brown hair.
Sakura buried her face in the pillow. Tears started to creep out of her eyes as her father hugged her, beginning to crush Kero.
They let go, just before the guardian beast began to turn blue from lack of exhaustion.
Her father stroked her hair, and wiped Sakura's eyes, then smiled sadly, and slowly walked out of the room.
"Papa…" said Sakura, and she sighed. Picking up the phone, she almost unconsciously dialed Tomoyo's cell phone number, and Tomoyo picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Tomoyo."
"Sakura? You don't sound so good."
"Of course I don't!" burst out Sakura, and then she told her the whole story.
"Oh, that's tough, Sakura. Tough break. But hey, do you wanna come to the mall today? Eriol and Syaoran are coming."
I blushed slightly when I heard the last name, and said lightly, "Okay, I guess."
"It'll make you feel better…" wheedled Tomoyo, "And don't forget about—"
"Shut up, Tomoyo, or I won't come."
"Okay, okay! I'll meet you in ten minutes?"
"Sure. Okay, whatever. Hold on a sec, though. I need to see if Touya's gonna drop me off or not."
"Alright."
"ONI-CHAN!" I yelled downstairs.
"WHAT, MONSTER!" he bellowed back.
"CAN YOU TAKE ME TO THE MALL?"
"IS THE BRAT GONNA BE THERE?"
"I DON'T KNOW, TOUYA!" I lied quickly, "AND HE'S NOT A BRAT!"
"FINE!" he yelled.
"Okay, Touya said I could go," I said back into the phone, slightly hoarse.
"Cool, I'll see you there. Meet us by Charlotte Russe." [A/N: don't own Charlotte Russe, unfortunately, either. I like the store, though. ^.^]
"I'm guessing you want to by me new outfits?" I questioned dryly.
"Of course!" She chirped happily. "See you soon!"
"Kay, bye."
"Bye."
Click. We hung up our phones, and I strode to my closet, picking out a cute shirt and dark denim jeans. I selected a choker and a matching set of earrings, grabbed my purse, and slipped on my sneakers, and walked down stairs, as I pulled my hair into a half ponytail.
"Ready, monster?" questioned Touya, ignoring my annoyed glare from my nickname.
"Sure I am, shmo," I shot back, sticking my tongue out at him. [A/N: Shmo? It's for my buddy Caiti, she knows what it means. . ask her.]
He rolled his eyes at my name for him, and I ran to dad to give him a last hug.
"I'll be home soon, Sakura," he said warmly, squeezing me tight.
"Kay, Dad."
"Come on, Sakura." said Touya.
"Drive safely, you," said Dad to Touya.
"Don't I always?" replied Touya listlessly.
"Bye kids, I'll call you guys when I get to the site!" Dad said, and we walked out the door.
I waved good bye to Dad, and we got in the car and drove off.
~SYAORAN~
I leaned against the wall, hands in my pocket. We'd been waiting at this store for ten minutes, and I was getting extremely annoyed by Eriol's and Tomoyo's relentless flirting. I was giving everyone who looked at me an intimidating stare, as I was grouchy anyhow. I hadn't been able to sleep as it was, but when I got that phone call, it just sent me over the edge.
I'd told Eriol and Tomoyo, but hadn't been able to tell Sakura yet. After all, it just happened this morning.
I'd sullenly picked up the phone, muttering a hello.
"Hello, little wolf," mocked a cold voice.
In my shock, I'd dropped the phone. I could hear that painfully familiar voice, faintly from the floor.
"What, thought I was gone?"
I fumbled for the speakerphone, and clicked it, and that awful voice filled my apartment.
"Yes, Syaoran, it IS me. Don't remember me that well, do you?"
"I remember you just fine!" I shouted into the speaker
"Well guess what! I'm in Tomoeda right now."
I felt my stomach sort of plummet, and I got dizzy.
"And I'm more powerful, too. And what's more, I'm not what I was."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"All in good time, you'll see, Wolf." And he hung up the phone. That dial tone sounded and gently, I hung the phone back in its cradle.
"I'm more powerful too," I snapped back angrily, bringing the fist down on my table. The table splintered, and I cursed loudly in mandarin. There was a knock at my door, and I practically jumped out of my skin, cursing louder.
"Dear descendent, it's merely me," came a voice from the other side of the door.
Shaking, I walked to the door, and opened it.
He came inside, followed by Tomoyo, and said innocently, "Did you want your privacy with Mei Ling?"
I almost throttled him, but Tomoyo slapped him lightly on the head, and noticed the stricken look on my face.
"Syaoran, is something the matter?" she questioned.
"Yeah," I said. "Yeah, there is." I sank down on my couch, while Tomoyo started making tea in my kitchen. She handed us mugs, and I told them what had happened.
Now, Tomoyo and Eriol are my best friends, but they are EVIL. Sakura called Tomoyo, and told her what a rotten day she was having, and so Tomoyo decided that the four of us were going to the mall. While she was waiting for Sakura to ask her brother about getting a ride, I said, "Since when in hell did I say I was going to the mall?"
"Since whenever, baka descendant." Smirked Eriol, lazily pointing a finger to my table, and the leg reattached itself. I wanted to kill him.
"And besides, Sakura will be with us, so it won't look like I'm a girl with two boyfriends or something," said Tomoyo reasonably.
"I—don't—care." I said through gritted teeth.
Eriol raised his eyebrow, and said, "It WOULD look as if you and Sakura would be in a relationship, wouldn't it?"
I shot Eriol a death glare, and he said no more.
"Stop, Eriol," giggled Tomoyo. "Don't you see that he's had a bad morning?" Then, I guess Sakura came back on the line, they chatted for a few more minutes, and then hung up.
"All set! Let's go to the mall!"
That started me. "How did you get here anyway?"
"Tomoyo's body guards drove us. Need a ride?" said Eriol innocently.
"Uh…"
"Of course he does!" chirped Tomoyo. "What are you going to wear?" she asked.
I blinked. "Er…THIS?" I asked, spreading my arms uncertainly.
She started laughing hysterically. Eriol and I exchanged looks, as she wiped tears of laughter away from her eyes. "Funny joke, Syaoran. Now COME ON!" she yelled, grabbing my wrist in a surprisingly painful grip and half dragged me to my room.
Eriol had a smirk so smug I swear it has to be fined. I was pulled to my room, and shoved in front of my closet.
"You DO want to look good for Sakura, don't you?"
I couldn't think of anything to say; I just blushed.
She started raiding my closet, and I ducked, my green ceremonial hat barely missing my head.
A pair of pants hit the lamp, and there was a crash as it fell.
"Whoops!"
If you had seen me right then, it would have been me cringing and flattened against the wall as the air was filled with flying clothes, coming from Tomoyo who was grinning maniac.
No wonder she and Eriol make such a wonderful couple. They're both evil.
"Yes," I muttered, my flashback ending, as I began to search for Sakura with my eyes. "They definitely are,"
Finally, I saw an amber thatch of hair bobbing in the crowd. And I started to melt. She was walking gracefully, like a model, head held high, she'd meet your eye with confidence and a smile that could turn your legs to spaghetti; her green eyes blazing with warmth. She was an angel from above, and I almost blushed, but Tomoyo tapped me sharply on my head.
She looked so gorgeous in something so simple; Sakura was wearing a baby tee-shirt, it was pink with a white collar, and she was wearing dark denim flares, and pink and white sneakers. Her hair was just in a simple half pony tail, save for two loose strands floating about her face, giving her a dreamy look.
"Stand straight, Syaoran!" Tomoyo whispered.
I straightened somewhat, looking at my clothes, wondering where I had gotten them. I certainly don't remember buying them.
Tomoyo had dressed me into slightly baggy cargo khaki pants, and a white tank underneath a black shirt with dark blue flames at the edges. I was wearing a pair of comfortable sneakers, a silver chain, and my sword charm was hooked to a zipper on my pocket.
"Hi guys!" she said sweetly, smiling radiantly
"Hi Sakura!" chirped Tomoyo, much too happy for us all to be here together.
"Greetings, Sakura," came Eriol
"Uh—hey, Sakura," I said finally, after a pointed glare from Tomoyo.
"Shall we begin our walk?" asked Eriol, catching Tomoyo's wrist and kissed the back of her hand.
"Cornball," murmured Sakura.
I smirked and muttered under my breath, "I get nauseous from his sickening sweetness to Tomoyo."
"And you thought he liked me," she replied.
I gave her a pointed look, and she laughed lightly, drawing curious looks from Tomoyo and Eriol.
"What?" she asked innocently, shrugging.
She and I exchanged another look, and I smiled hesitantly. She smiled back, and we just walked like that, watching eachother.
~SAKURA~
I was so caught up in watching Syaoran that I didn't watch where I was going.
I walked right into some one, and I tripped over their feet and started to fall, but two strong hands grabbed my wrists.
The thing was, one of them didn't belong to Syaoran.
"Sakura, are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said breathlessly. He blushed, when I realized the other person was still holding on.
I twisted around, and came face to face with a pair of icy blue eyes, and a handsome face.
"Sorry," I said, gazing into his face.
He smiled—there wasn't something right about his smile. It was bright, with white even teeth, and said, "it's all my fault."
"Uh…it's okay." I said uneasily. His eyes were unnerving, boring into mine with a penetrating gaze. I tried to pull my wrist away. He didn't let go.
Tomoyo and Eriol had by now realized that something had happened, and they stopped, watching the scene unfold.
The guy looked from me to Syaoran and smiled bigger. "Well," he grinned, "I'll see you later," and he winked at me, and finally let go of my wrist.
"That was weird." I said fervently, shuddering.
"Is something the matter? Did he hurt you?" Syaoran asked swiftly.
"Nope. It was just weird." Then I looked at him, and he looked at me.
Tomoyo burst into laughter.
"What?" I asked, slightly annoyed.
Syaoran's still holding your hand, Eriol mentally sent. I blushed deeply, but didn't drop his hand.
Syaoran didn't even notice. Not till Eriol sent him the same thing. Then I felt his fingers sliding out of my grasp, and I didn't try to reach back.
Sorry. his voice echoed in on my brain.
S'okay, Syaoran. I replied sadly.
If I had a choice, I wouldn't have let you go. It was almost to quiet to "hear"
"Do you mean that?" I asked softly.
"Yes." The word was so simple, short. And said so softly I barely heard him.
Eriol and Tomoyo paid no attention to us anymore, as they started laughing with eachother, whispering in the other's ear happily.
And I was tugged back to reality, when I felt something warm wrap around my hand—Syaoran's hand. I gaped at him, and he smiled back at me, and it warmed his face, making him a hundred times cuter than before-- just as there was a huge concussion of sound. Every single person in the mall, save for Tomoyo, Eriol, Syaoran and I, vanished. And there was a deathly quiet.
Syaoran and I dropped hands again, just as the lights went out. Tomoyo and I shrieked, and you could hear the eerie laughing of a child's toy strewn on the floor. I shivered, and whimpered slightly.
"Sakura?" whispered a voice. It was Syaoran. "It's gonna be okay, trust me. We'll make it out of this like we always do, except this time we're going to be hand-in-hand. "
Omigod that's gotta be the sweetest thing he's ever said!
He took my hand firmly and didn't let go.
"Tomoyo?" I whispered loudly.
"Why are you whispering?" asked Eriol.
"Like I know, Eriol! That's what they do in the movies!" I replied, louder.
Tomoyo giggled and said, "I'm here…do you know which way is out?"
I sniffled, terrified of falling into nothingness like I did when Syaoran and I were in the elevator. I felt a small magic flare from him, and he was holding out a card with a small flame on it. I relaxed instantly, and smiled sheepishly. The light was really feeble, we could barely see Eriol and Tomoyo…and that meant that they couldn't see us holding hands. I breathed a small sigh of relief.
"So what are we going to do?" questioned Eriol, his glasses flashing in the weak light.
"I don't know." Shivered Tomoyo, snuggling into Eriol's arms.
I watched in jealously, and wished Syaoran would do the same thing to me. But, Syaoran is just being a friend when I need him He'd never like me…
SO? How was it? Tell me! Well, review actually, but anyway, toodles for now!
~SilverMistAngel
[A/N:I don't own this. If I did, you'd be watching it, buddy. Not reading it!]
Anyway, just before I start this, I just wanna say: THIS IS MY FIRST FIC! Please don't be too harsh on me!! O yeah! And HI JADE WING! HI KEMU!! Go read their stories, they are wonderfulness. And, I know this is kinda a boring beginning, but the fic is gonna be short. I know what you're thinking. :the longer she keeps talking, the longer it's gonna be: WELL, I'LL KEEP YOU NO LONGER! pleeeeeeaase review!
The young man awoke at eight, just by habit, and stretched. For some reason he still felt terribly tired, like his eyelids were coated in lead. Slowly, he got out of bed, his limbs aching and he remembered suddenly that he hadn't had good dreams…
Terrified, frenzied screams…the slapping of feet against a cold floor…he flung the door open…and…and…
He shut his eyes tight for a moment, trying to squeeze out the memories, and he stumbled to the bathroom. Eyes still shut, he fumbled to turn the water on, cupped his hands, and splashed his face with cold water. Accidentally inhaling some of the water, he sputtered some curses and coughed weakly into the sink, grabbing a towel and dried his face off. Wearily, he lifted his face, and studied his reflection. A mop of messy, dark brown hair, and big chocolate brown eyes. He was pale, and faint bluish circles ringed his eyes. He hadn't gotten a good sleep in a very long time. He wasn't eating well, either, just nibbling on food here and there, not caring about how he looked any more, not caring how he acted.
Sighing, he went to change his clothes, changing into a pair of gray cargoes and a simple white shirt, with a gray jacket over it.
The phone rang in his kitchen, and scowling he picked it up.
"Hello…"he muttered, shoving a hand in his pocket.
A cold voice answered back. "Hello little wolf,"
The boy let the phone fall with a clatter.
~~~~~~~~~~
Sakura Kinomoto awoke at nine o'clock on a Saturday morning.
"Morning Kero!" she chirped, stirring her long limbs and stretching. Pale watery sunlight streamed through the pink curtains in her room. She twitched them aside, and found that only a sliver of the sun was shining, the rest of it obscured by dark, ominous clouds.
"Hmmm…looks like a storm, Sakura." responded Kero, popping the top off of a pudding container.
"Kero, do you have to eat pudding so early in the morning?" sighed Sakura, standing up and making her bed.
"Yup!" he answered cheerily, shoving a spoonful in his mouth and swallowing loudly. "MMmmm…PUDDING!" commented Kero, gulping down another spoonful.
"Whatever, Kero," muttered Sakura softly, walking out of the room. Tiredly, she brushed her teeth, and walked downstairs for breakfast.
"Morning Touya," she yawned, "Morning Dad."
"Morning, Sakura," said her father cheerfully, depositing hash browns and pancakes on to her breakfast plate.
Touya eyed his sister and said, "Morning, monster."
Sakura rolled her eyes at the old nickname and plopped down in a seat, scarfing down her breakfast.
She watched her father sit down with his own modest cup of tea. "Sakura," began her father in a serious tone, "I'm leaving on a dig this afternoon,"
She let her fork fall with a pinging noise, and made no effort to pick it up. Touya also stopped eating.
"I know it's near Christmas and all," he said heavily, "But with even the smallest luck we'll be home in a couple days.
"You mean on Christmas Day," said Touya flatly.
"Dad—" said Sakura, pained, "You promised, that this year…"
"I know, I know. But it's not gonna be too long. I promise!"
"Whatever," muttered Touya angrily, "I thought we were going to spend the holidays together this year."
"Touya," said her father sternly, "I am STILL the man of the house, and what I say goes. I will be back. Count on that."
Sakura shoved her plate away, and ran up to her room, flopping down on her bed.
"Whassa matter, Sakura?" asked Kero, seeing his mistress run upstairs unhappily.
"Dad's going on a dig again," she said in a low voice.
"AGAIN!"
"Ssh, yes again." She answered sadly .
"But—it's so close to the holidays, Sakura!" whispered Kero, flying into Sakura's hands. She scratched him instinctively right between the ears.
"Yeah, I know." Said Sakura miserably, leaning back on her pillows. There was a soft knock on her door. Kero immediately froze, and Mr. Kinomoto came in the room with a sad face.
"Sakura," he said softly, sitting on the edge of her bed, "I'm sorry I have to go away again, but my job calls!"
"What about your family?" countered Sakura evenly. "Or we only second priority?"
"Look, you'll see why I have to go, but I can't tell you right now," replied her father desperately, running a hand through his golden-brown hair.
Sakura buried her face in the pillow. Tears started to creep out of her eyes as her father hugged her, beginning to crush Kero.
They let go, just before the guardian beast began to turn blue from lack of exhaustion.
Her father stroked her hair, and wiped Sakura's eyes, then smiled sadly, and slowly walked out of the room.
"Papa…" said Sakura, and she sighed. Picking up the phone, she almost unconsciously dialed Tomoyo's cell phone number, and Tomoyo picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Tomoyo."
"Sakura? You don't sound so good."
"Of course I don't!" burst out Sakura, and then she told her the whole story.
"Oh, that's tough, Sakura. Tough break. But hey, do you wanna come to the mall today? Eriol and Syaoran are coming."
I blushed slightly when I heard the last name, and said lightly, "Okay, I guess."
"It'll make you feel better…" wheedled Tomoyo, "And don't forget about—"
"Shut up, Tomoyo, or I won't come."
"Okay, okay! I'll meet you in ten minutes?"
"Sure. Okay, whatever. Hold on a sec, though. I need to see if Touya's gonna drop me off or not."
"Alright."
"ONI-CHAN!" I yelled downstairs.
"WHAT, MONSTER!" he bellowed back.
"CAN YOU TAKE ME TO THE MALL?"
"IS THE BRAT GONNA BE THERE?"
"I DON'T KNOW, TOUYA!" I lied quickly, "AND HE'S NOT A BRAT!"
"FINE!" he yelled.
"Okay, Touya said I could go," I said back into the phone, slightly hoarse.
"Cool, I'll see you there. Meet us by Charlotte Russe." [A/N: don't own Charlotte Russe, unfortunately, either. I like the store, though. ^.^]
"I'm guessing you want to by me new outfits?" I questioned dryly.
"Of course!" She chirped happily. "See you soon!"
"Kay, bye."
"Bye."
Click. We hung up our phones, and I strode to my closet, picking out a cute shirt and dark denim jeans. I selected a choker and a matching set of earrings, grabbed my purse, and slipped on my sneakers, and walked down stairs, as I pulled my hair into a half ponytail.
"Ready, monster?" questioned Touya, ignoring my annoyed glare from my nickname.
"Sure I am, shmo," I shot back, sticking my tongue out at him. [A/N: Shmo? It's for my buddy Caiti, she knows what it means. . ask her.]
He rolled his eyes at my name for him, and I ran to dad to give him a last hug.
"I'll be home soon, Sakura," he said warmly, squeezing me tight.
"Kay, Dad."
"Come on, Sakura." said Touya.
"Drive safely, you," said Dad to Touya.
"Don't I always?" replied Touya listlessly.
"Bye kids, I'll call you guys when I get to the site!" Dad said, and we walked out the door.
I waved good bye to Dad, and we got in the car and drove off.
~SYAORAN~
I leaned against the wall, hands in my pocket. We'd been waiting at this store for ten minutes, and I was getting extremely annoyed by Eriol's and Tomoyo's relentless flirting. I was giving everyone who looked at me an intimidating stare, as I was grouchy anyhow. I hadn't been able to sleep as it was, but when I got that phone call, it just sent me over the edge.
I'd told Eriol and Tomoyo, but hadn't been able to tell Sakura yet. After all, it just happened this morning.
I'd sullenly picked up the phone, muttering a hello.
"Hello, little wolf," mocked a cold voice.
In my shock, I'd dropped the phone. I could hear that painfully familiar voice, faintly from the floor.
"What, thought I was gone?"
I fumbled for the speakerphone, and clicked it, and that awful voice filled my apartment.
"Yes, Syaoran, it IS me. Don't remember me that well, do you?"
"I remember you just fine!" I shouted into the speaker
"Well guess what! I'm in Tomoeda right now."
I felt my stomach sort of plummet, and I got dizzy.
"And I'm more powerful, too. And what's more, I'm not what I was."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"All in good time, you'll see, Wolf." And he hung up the phone. That dial tone sounded and gently, I hung the phone back in its cradle.
"I'm more powerful too," I snapped back angrily, bringing the fist down on my table. The table splintered, and I cursed loudly in mandarin. There was a knock at my door, and I practically jumped out of my skin, cursing louder.
"Dear descendent, it's merely me," came a voice from the other side of the door.
Shaking, I walked to the door, and opened it.
He came inside, followed by Tomoyo, and said innocently, "Did you want your privacy with Mei Ling?"
I almost throttled him, but Tomoyo slapped him lightly on the head, and noticed the stricken look on my face.
"Syaoran, is something the matter?" she questioned.
"Yeah," I said. "Yeah, there is." I sank down on my couch, while Tomoyo started making tea in my kitchen. She handed us mugs, and I told them what had happened.
Now, Tomoyo and Eriol are my best friends, but they are EVIL. Sakura called Tomoyo, and told her what a rotten day she was having, and so Tomoyo decided that the four of us were going to the mall. While she was waiting for Sakura to ask her brother about getting a ride, I said, "Since when in hell did I say I was going to the mall?"
"Since whenever, baka descendant." Smirked Eriol, lazily pointing a finger to my table, and the leg reattached itself. I wanted to kill him.
"And besides, Sakura will be with us, so it won't look like I'm a girl with two boyfriends or something," said Tomoyo reasonably.
"I—don't—care." I said through gritted teeth.
Eriol raised his eyebrow, and said, "It WOULD look as if you and Sakura would be in a relationship, wouldn't it?"
I shot Eriol a death glare, and he said no more.
"Stop, Eriol," giggled Tomoyo. "Don't you see that he's had a bad morning?" Then, I guess Sakura came back on the line, they chatted for a few more minutes, and then hung up.
"All set! Let's go to the mall!"
That started me. "How did you get here anyway?"
"Tomoyo's body guards drove us. Need a ride?" said Eriol innocently.
"Uh…"
"Of course he does!" chirped Tomoyo. "What are you going to wear?" she asked.
I blinked. "Er…THIS?" I asked, spreading my arms uncertainly.
She started laughing hysterically. Eriol and I exchanged looks, as she wiped tears of laughter away from her eyes. "Funny joke, Syaoran. Now COME ON!" she yelled, grabbing my wrist in a surprisingly painful grip and half dragged me to my room.
Eriol had a smirk so smug I swear it has to be fined. I was pulled to my room, and shoved in front of my closet.
"You DO want to look good for Sakura, don't you?"
I couldn't think of anything to say; I just blushed.
She started raiding my closet, and I ducked, my green ceremonial hat barely missing my head.
A pair of pants hit the lamp, and there was a crash as it fell.
"Whoops!"
If you had seen me right then, it would have been me cringing and flattened against the wall as the air was filled with flying clothes, coming from Tomoyo who was grinning maniac.
No wonder she and Eriol make such a wonderful couple. They're both evil.
"Yes," I muttered, my flashback ending, as I began to search for Sakura with my eyes. "They definitely are,"
Finally, I saw an amber thatch of hair bobbing in the crowd. And I started to melt. She was walking gracefully, like a model, head held high, she'd meet your eye with confidence and a smile that could turn your legs to spaghetti; her green eyes blazing with warmth. She was an angel from above, and I almost blushed, but Tomoyo tapped me sharply on my head.
She looked so gorgeous in something so simple; Sakura was wearing a baby tee-shirt, it was pink with a white collar, and she was wearing dark denim flares, and pink and white sneakers. Her hair was just in a simple half pony tail, save for two loose strands floating about her face, giving her a dreamy look.
"Stand straight, Syaoran!" Tomoyo whispered.
I straightened somewhat, looking at my clothes, wondering where I had gotten them. I certainly don't remember buying them.
Tomoyo had dressed me into slightly baggy cargo khaki pants, and a white tank underneath a black shirt with dark blue flames at the edges. I was wearing a pair of comfortable sneakers, a silver chain, and my sword charm was hooked to a zipper on my pocket.
"Hi guys!" she said sweetly, smiling radiantly
"Hi Sakura!" chirped Tomoyo, much too happy for us all to be here together.
"Greetings, Sakura," came Eriol
"Uh—hey, Sakura," I said finally, after a pointed glare from Tomoyo.
"Shall we begin our walk?" asked Eriol, catching Tomoyo's wrist and kissed the back of her hand.
"Cornball," murmured Sakura.
I smirked and muttered under my breath, "I get nauseous from his sickening sweetness to Tomoyo."
"And you thought he liked me," she replied.
I gave her a pointed look, and she laughed lightly, drawing curious looks from Tomoyo and Eriol.
"What?" she asked innocently, shrugging.
She and I exchanged another look, and I smiled hesitantly. She smiled back, and we just walked like that, watching eachother.
~SAKURA~
I was so caught up in watching Syaoran that I didn't watch where I was going.
I walked right into some one, and I tripped over their feet and started to fall, but two strong hands grabbed my wrists.
The thing was, one of them didn't belong to Syaoran.
"Sakura, are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said breathlessly. He blushed, when I realized the other person was still holding on.
I twisted around, and came face to face with a pair of icy blue eyes, and a handsome face.
"Sorry," I said, gazing into his face.
He smiled—there wasn't something right about his smile. It was bright, with white even teeth, and said, "it's all my fault."
"Uh…it's okay." I said uneasily. His eyes were unnerving, boring into mine with a penetrating gaze. I tried to pull my wrist away. He didn't let go.
Tomoyo and Eriol had by now realized that something had happened, and they stopped, watching the scene unfold.
The guy looked from me to Syaoran and smiled bigger. "Well," he grinned, "I'll see you later," and he winked at me, and finally let go of my wrist.
"That was weird." I said fervently, shuddering.
"Is something the matter? Did he hurt you?" Syaoran asked swiftly.
"Nope. It was just weird." Then I looked at him, and he looked at me.
Tomoyo burst into laughter.
"What?" I asked, slightly annoyed.
Syaoran's still holding your hand, Eriol mentally sent. I blushed deeply, but didn't drop his hand.
Syaoran didn't even notice. Not till Eriol sent him the same thing. Then I felt his fingers sliding out of my grasp, and I didn't try to reach back.
Sorry. his voice echoed in on my brain.
S'okay, Syaoran. I replied sadly.
If I had a choice, I wouldn't have let you go. It was almost to quiet to "hear"
"Do you mean that?" I asked softly.
"Yes." The word was so simple, short. And said so softly I barely heard him.
Eriol and Tomoyo paid no attention to us anymore, as they started laughing with eachother, whispering in the other's ear happily.
And I was tugged back to reality, when I felt something warm wrap around my hand—Syaoran's hand. I gaped at him, and he smiled back at me, and it warmed his face, making him a hundred times cuter than before-- just as there was a huge concussion of sound. Every single person in the mall, save for Tomoyo, Eriol, Syaoran and I, vanished. And there was a deathly quiet.
Syaoran and I dropped hands again, just as the lights went out. Tomoyo and I shrieked, and you could hear the eerie laughing of a child's toy strewn on the floor. I shivered, and whimpered slightly.
"Sakura?" whispered a voice. It was Syaoran. "It's gonna be okay, trust me. We'll make it out of this like we always do, except this time we're going to be hand-in-hand. "
Omigod that's gotta be the sweetest thing he's ever said!
He took my hand firmly and didn't let go.
"Tomoyo?" I whispered loudly.
"Why are you whispering?" asked Eriol.
"Like I know, Eriol! That's what they do in the movies!" I replied, louder.
Tomoyo giggled and said, "I'm here…do you know which way is out?"
I sniffled, terrified of falling into nothingness like I did when Syaoran and I were in the elevator. I felt a small magic flare from him, and he was holding out a card with a small flame on it. I relaxed instantly, and smiled sheepishly. The light was really feeble, we could barely see Eriol and Tomoyo…and that meant that they couldn't see us holding hands. I breathed a small sigh of relief.
"So what are we going to do?" questioned Eriol, his glasses flashing in the weak light.
"I don't know." Shivered Tomoyo, snuggling into Eriol's arms.
I watched in jealously, and wished Syaoran would do the same thing to me. But, Syaoran is just being a friend when I need him He'd never like me…
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~SilverMistAngel
