AN: Again, thank you for the kind reviews! To those who are confused…don't worry; it'll be cleared up in this chapter (I hope). Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura…refer to chapter four to know which ideas/inventions I do own. Also, the message on the back of the mirror was inspired by the last sentence of Charles Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities. (The language I used for the actual message is my invention, and an emossion is my own invention.)
Aratamete
Chapter Five
"Oh, my god…" Eriol repeated, running his fingers through his hair.
'How could I have not noticed? It was so obvious…she had always been rather perceptive.' He grinned, despite the situation. 'Then again, I had always been a bit preoccupied.' He sighed.
'I suppose I should be absolutely certain before I make any rash decisions. After all, if I'm right, she would be suffering also.' Then he recalled something that he had once read:
Often times, one is not aware of their magical capabilities. Certain events may bring their powers out into the open, or perhaps their powers are dormant until their body or mind is physically or mentally capable of holding their ability. When magic holders' power (s) are first being awoken, they are not susceptible to normal problems a magical being might encounter, or (there is an estimated 0.694 chance of this) they are susceptible, but the symptoms will not show until the magic holder in question is in grave danger. For example, the Sorceress Lynnha [of ancient Somalia] had been infected with the micaro Cidial, yet she did not show any of the known symptoms until two days before her death [on December 13, 1066 AD).
Eriol frowned grimly. 'I'll have to keep an eye on her for the next couple of days.' He sighed in frustration. 'But, how? She'll never let me out of bed until I'm well.' He cocked his head, and a thought struck him.
'Of course, why didn't I think of this before?' He closed his eyes and concentrated. Slowly, he started to feel a weight forming on his right hand. His eyes snapped open, and he grinned. "Hey, I guess I'm not as out-of-shape as I thought!"
In his hand sat a small, round mirror. Instead of the normal glass, the mirror held (in the center) a black, flat stone that was set firmly. He turned over the mirror, and on the back, engraved in the gold base, were the words: "youi alacro con na, alacro conli; aere; youi migau na, alacro migauli". Eriol furrowed his brow and tried to remember what the words meant. His memory failed him, however; and the words of wisdom remained uncovered: "what one has not known, one will know; therefore; what one has not done, one will do."
Eriol held the mirror and chanted the strange phrase repeatedly, "youi alacro con na, alacro conli; aere; youi migau na, alacro migauli… youi alacro con na, alacro conli; aere; youi migau na, alacro migauli…" Slowly, the black stone set in the mirror started to shift. Its shape did not change, but its complexion seemed to become clearer, and Eriol saw an image slowly forming. It looked like a mere reflection, but that would be impossible. Tomoyo was not in the room.
The image was of Tomoyo in the kitchen. She was silent, which was unusual for her. Normally while cooking, she hummed a song that Eriol supposed she had memorized from singing it at the karaoke machine often. Her back was turned so Eriol couldn't see her face, but he felt that if he could, her expression would not be a happy one. He sighed, and said softly, "Seluios con." I know. The image disappeared.
Eriol sat silently for a few minutes. Then, questions teemed his mind. "When will I know for sure? How many hours, day, or even months will this micaro I have last? And, if Tomoyo really is an emossion [1], how will I stop her micaro?"
His mind traveled back to the subject of Salanor. "Was she reincarnated? If so, who? And," He choked at the thought, "If so, when will she appear to kill me?" He shouted a string of curse words, not caring of Tomoyo heard.
"Oh, well, she'll find out soon enough…chances are, she's an emossion…and with my luck, Salanor was reincarnated." Eriol froze as a thought hit him. "Damnit it…Tomoyo," he whispered. "Salanor always did hate me…" He mind raced, and a memory surfaced. Salanor had once killed his first 'guardian', who was actually an apprentice sorcerer whom Eriol was teaching. She always hated the thought of other magicians not of the Clow line. There weren't many magicians at all: three of the Clow line (Eriol, Salanor, and his father), and a handful of lucky (or unlucky) ones who somehow, through either an object or a skill at birth, had obtained the ability to harness and direct energy or magic in different forms. That entire handful had mysteriously disappeared within a hundred years of their life (a third of a magic holder's life span), and Eriol [Clow] had always suspected that Salanor killed them all. Of course, there was no concrete evidence, but Eriol was certain.
If Salanor were to find another magic holder not of the Clow line, she would go to any length to kill him or her. And, how convenient would it be if that person was also a close friend of Eriol's? She would kill three birds with one stone: kill the one not from Clow's line, cause Eriol to suffer because of the death of a friend, and, finally, kill her 'beloved' brother. It was too much for anyone to resist. Then again, Salanor wouldn't even try resisting.
Eriol sighed once more, and forced himself to get out of bed. Resting wouldn't help the micaro, only a spell or potion would, or Eriol could just let it run. He decided that he should just let it run. After all, next time he would be practically immune to it. Most micaros are similar to the chicken pox- a wizard's body develops a defense mechanism and stores it in its memory.
Eriol dragged himself down to the kitchen and put on a fake smile. "Ohayo again, Daidouji-san!" He chirped. Se turned on a dime and stared. Eriol sombered.
"Hai, hai, I know. I'm sorry; it slipped out." Eriol didn't ask why Tomoyo was so upset. He figured that the awakening powers were causing her emotions to go a bit haywire. She smiled forgivingly.
"That's okay; I know I've been a bit moody lately. It's not all your fault."
"Be it or be it not, I will not take back my apology." He replied boldly. Tomoyo giggled. She knew he was being this gentlemanly on purpose.
"Fine. Now, breakfast will be ready soon, take a seat. I don't care if you've already eaten." Eriol grinned. Aha! Now that that problem's solved, he can get to the much more important ones.
"Yes, Daidouji-san." He mocked. She smiled again as he took a seat. She set out breakfast and Eriol ate a bit just to please her. Soon, the two cleared the table, and Tomoyo inquired,
"Are you feeling better, Hiirigizawa-kun? You certainly look it."
"Hai. It must have been a short little wave of sickness."
"Good." She stated firmly. She put her hand on his forehead nevertheless, and Eriol felt his head floating.
"Must be the sickness again," He told himself. Of course, Eriol didn't believe it. He stared straight into Tomoyo's eyes, as she was gauging his forehead temperature. Soon, she felt his eyes on her and turned her head slightly up to face him. The proximity between them startled both, and Eriol quickly leaned in without warning and kissed her forehead, then cheek, and was moving to kiss her neck when he realized what exactly he was doing. He flushed unexpectedly, and took a glance at Tomoyo's eyes. There were wide, and Eriol couldn't help but notice how mysteriously the blues and purples mixed to create the perfect shade. She was blushing shyly, and seemed to be holding back a smile.
Eriol stuttered. "Er, thank you for the breakfast. Ano, I-I'll see you later," He exited the room quickly, his blush slowly fading. Once he left the kitchen he unconsciously headed towards his old bedroom- now Tomoyo's. He obviously didn't realize it, but, as the saying goes, "love is blinding."
AN: ::grins evilly:: Oh, how I love torturing Eriol. Next chapter: Festival time! Embarrassment abounds! An Ojii-san makes an appearance again. Also, Eriol comes to a conclusion…actually two conclusions. As if everyone doesn't already know.
[1] This is my own creation, do I don't expect anyone to know what it is. An emossion is a magic holder whose powers are good intuition and perceptiveness, plus a few that are individualized. I combined the words "emotion" and "passion" to create it. Why? You'll see in time.
Review please! I'd like to know how well I did with the "romantic" scene. Trust me, it only gets better. ^^ (Ask me if you're still confused; I might put out a special explanation chapter if enough people are. If I do, though, it will delay the real sixth chapter.)
-kat