My first Eriol/Syaoran
story! Sorry if its boring, stupid, pointless or just plain sucks...^^; Please read
on!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Card Captor Sakura (darn...)
TIMEFRAME: They are all in High School! Yes. They are NOT 10 year olds. Imagine
them as 16 or 17 year olds please! (oh, you know they'll
be cuter, taller and all—ahh...perfection... =^^= )
PAIRING: Hiiragizawa Eriol/Li
Syaoran (God, they're so adorable...)
~Just This Once~
Chapter 1: Curiously Ill
Syaoran slowly walked along the snow and ice covered road.
He crossed his arms tighter against his chest to keep in warmth, clenching his
teeth as a cold wind blew by unkindly.
He was never
used to the cold very much...never liked it very much...it was usually so much
warmer back in Hong Kong.
He felt
horrible and tired...
...too
tired...
What's
wrong with me? I probably just have a little cold…is this what the future 'Head
of the Li Clan' reduces to when he gets a little cold?
His throat
was tight, his body felt heavy, and every time he swallowed, it
felt like he was swallowing needles. He swallowed again to make sure his
analogy was right...
Never mind. Instead of needles, make that knives.
Sharp-as-hell knives...
And as if
things couldn't get worse...
"Syaoran-kun!" Meiling
ran toward him. Syaoran rolled his eyes, "Why do
you always have to go to school so early?! At least wait for ME!!" she
managed to catch up and walk next to her aloof cousin.
"...
..." Syaoran had a lack of words to say to her.
His eyes felt so heavy...they slightly drooped.
"...something wrong?" Meiling asked
quietly, her concern showed in her amber-eyes.
"I'm
fine, I'm fine," Syaoran mumbled. He attempted
to change the subject, "Hurry up, I don't want to get to school late
because of you."
((Desk Formation: Eriol is sitting in the front row, Tomoyo sits behind him, Sakura sits behind Tomoyo, and Syaoran sits behind
Sakura))
"Ohayo gozaimasu, students!" Yoshikawa-sensei greeted,
"Take out your homework so it can be collected. Hiiragizawa-san,
do collect the homework while I prepare class please."
Eriol nodded, "Hai, sensei." he said politely. He got up and took out his
own homework. Tomoyo handed her homework to him as he
walked down the aisle, Sakura handed hers to him and…
Eriol stopped, seeing Syaoran
motionless. His brown-haired head lay on the desk, his folded arms beneath his
head, his face hidden from view.
"Syaoran-kun." Eriol whispered.
"… … …" no response. No curse. Not even his infamous
glare.
Eriol looked at Sakura, as if asking for an answer. But
Sakura gave Eriol a worried glance and shrugged her
shoulders. What was wrong with Syaoran, she didn't
know...She was clueless (as always).
"Is
there a problem, Hiiragizawa-san?"
Yoshikawa-sensei asked, her sharp coffee-brown eyes scrutinized
him from the distance.
"Err,
of course not, sensei." Eriol simply smiled.
"Then
please, do hurry and collect the rest of the class's homework. Unfortunately,
we don't have the whole day for me to teach you all," Yoshikawa-sensei
looked away and began writing notes on the chalkboard, "and God knows how much
you all need that."
As the
teacher turned away, Eriol quickly knelt down and
opened Syaoran's bag…searching, searching...there!
Eriol found Syaoran's homework
that was neatly written and placed a folder. He took it out and placed it on
the pile and continued to collect the other students' homework, giving one last
glance toward Syaoran.
Throughout the whole class of Yoshikawa-sensei's lecture, Eriol
resisted the urge to look back to Syaoran's seat.
Syaoran is behaving strangely...to see my
descendent so fatigued...there must be something the matter— he couldn't
finish his thoughts when...
"Okay,
students, go with your partner and work on your projects I assigned to you last
week. I hope you all know that it is due this coming Monday. TODAY is FRIDAY,
you have the weekend to finish your projects…I'm merely reminding you all since
I know SOME of you decided to do it at the last minute…" she eyed a few,
certain students.
Some of the
students shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
The bell
rang (silent praises to God came from the uncomfortable students).
"Have a
good lunch—I expect to see good projects from ALL of you!"
Yoshikawa-sensei said as she turned away and erased the board to prepare for
the next coming class.
Eriol walked to Syaoran's desk,
seeing he was still in the same position as he was in the very beginning of the
class.
"Should we take him to the nurse, Hiiragizawa-san?"
Tomoyo suggested.
"I
don't really know if that's needed, Daidouji-san..."
Eriol replied, a bit uncertain.
"Syaoran-kun..." Sakura slightly shook Syaoran's shoulder. He didn't even stir at her touch... "...how are we even going to wake him up?!"
"Hmm..." an evil smile crept upon Eriol's
face. He leaned forward and whispered something in Syaoran's
ear.
"...I
know you don't want to miss lunch...shall I awaken you with a deep kiss, Syaoran-kun? Such as in the fairy tales?"
Eriol whispered, his lips
slightly brushed against Syaoran's ear.
Suddenly, as if awakened from a nightmare, Syaoran
jolted awake and nearly fell out of his chair. He instantly glared at Eriol, despite the brilliant red blush upon his face.
"Sugoi! What did you say to
him?" clueless Sakura asked, amazed.
"Eh heh..." Eriol modestly
smiled, "I don't think you want to know, but since we're all friends…I
said to him—"
"Shut.
Up. Hiiragizawa." Syaoran glared at Eriol as he gathered up his books.
"Sakura-chan and I are going to the library and
eat lunch there—ja matta!" Tomoyo smiled as she
took Sakura by the hand and led her out of the classroom.
Syaoran leaned his elbow against the desk, and held his
head in his hand. He closed his eyes.
His
aura... Eriol looked at Syaoran's
fatigued state with a serious expression, ...it's
so weak...
He noticed the reddish-sickly color that tinted Syaoran's cheeks...his uneven, shallow breathing...his eyes
were noticeably weary even when they were closed...
"Are
you ill, Syaoran-kun?" Eriol
asked, even though he already knew that he was.
"No, I'm like this all the time," Syaoran
replied sarcastically, "…and what are you still doing here? Leave me
alone." Syaoran mumbled irritably as he slowly
drifted into sleep.
"Well,
I know you two must LOVE my class, but do get out now and enjoy your lunches, ne?" Yoshikawa-sensei suggested ever-so politely as
she looked at the two boys with a friendly-mocking smile.
"...hai, sensei." Syaoran sighed tiredly and got up,
his shoulders slumped as he exited out the classroom.
Eriol walked beside him as they walked down the empty hall.
Everyone else was in the cafeteria or library.
"You
know, Syaoran-kun, we do have to finish that
project." Eriol reminded lightly.
"Hai, hai...we're almost done with
it, right?" Syaoran asked, his voice soft with
exhaustion, yet sounded irritable as always.
"Yes.
Since we left it at my house, we'll meet there today to finish it before the
weekend, all right?" Eriol suggested politely.
Silence...no response.
Syaoran staggered over and leaned against the wall. He felt
light-headed...dizzy...
"Daijoubu desu ka?" Eriol put his hand on Syaoran's
shoulder.
Syaoran looked at Eriol, thinking
that the blue-haired boy was mocking him as always, however, all he saw were Eriol's worried gray eyes...
Syaoran blushed and shrugged off Eriol's
hand. He stepped away from the wall.
"I'm
fine," Syaoran snapped crossly, "I'm
perfectly fine!"
"Are
you sure you don't need help, Syaoran-kun?" Eriol asked helpfully.
"I
don't NEED help and I don't WANT help from YOU, Hiiragizawa."
Syaoran snapped, but he spoke a bit too
soon...then...
...strong vertigo took over Syaoran and he collapsed
forward, his bookbag slipped off his shoulder and
onto the floor.
Syaoran's eyes instantly closed as he prepared to accept
the fall...he would soon crash onto the hard, cold ground right about...now.
…nani? Syaoran
felt himself lean against something...warm and firm. He was enveloped in secure
warmth—wait a second…
Syaoran's eyes widened, his blurry eyes focusing
on the school uniform…that belonged to Eriol, …WHAT?!?
"Syaoran-kun, if you fall so unexpectedly like that, next
time I might be too surprised to catch you." Eriol
said with a light-hearted mocking smile, holding the ill boy in his arms.
Syaoran raised his brown eyes and they locked onto the dark
gray eyes peering down at him.
"You
should rest," Eriol said softly, all mockery
absent from his tone, "if you were ill, you should have notified Sakura or
Tomoyo...or at least me..." his silvery-gray
eyes seemed to cast a spell upon Syaoran, making him
feel sleepy...making him feel at ease...
...yet Syaoran tensed up and attempted to push himself out of Eriol's arms, but failed miserably and fell deeper in his arms.
Syaoran felt his face grow hot from frustration and
embarrassment, his head felt dizzy and heavy once again...he leaned his
forehead against Eriol's chest, concentrating on
regaining his mental stability.
"…ahem." Eriol
pretended it was nothing, yet a slight, almost invisible, pinkish hue crawled
along his cheeks.
"Damn..."
Syaoran mumbled. "...onore..."
he cursed at Eriol. Eriol
simply accepted the curse with a smirk.
"You
can trust me, you know," Eriol said, smiling
gently even though Syaoran couldn't see him,
"but knowing you...you won't ever trust me, will you? Not even this
once?"
… … … … … …
(the hesitating continued for a few more moments…)
…Just…just
this once…I'll trust him Syaoran decided as he
slowly sank into Eriol's warmth, his brown eyes
fluttering to a close. He was too tired to care. …just…this..once… he drifted off to sleep that his fatigued
body desired so very much.
He felt Syaoran's body relax...Eriol
looked at his peaceful sleep. Without thought, Eriol
stroked Syaoran's cheek with the tips of his fingers
and trailed down to his chin...
Eriol shook out of his reverie. This was no time for..for
those thoughts, Eriol decided. He saw sweat begin
to bead across Syaoran's head. Eriol
used the back of his hand and felt Syaoran's
forehead. He was burning with fever!
Eriol looked around to see if anyone was around. Seeing no
one, he quickly picked up the smaller boy in his arms and made his way toward
the exit of the school.
Upon
entering his home, he was instantly greeted by Suppi.
"Eriol-sama! Glad to see you
home so early! Was it an early dismissal today—?" Suppi
stopped talking when he flew to the front door, seeing an unconscious Li Syaoran in his arms.
"Eriol-saaaama!" Nakuru sang, "I just made some tea with the most
delicious honey—oh ho, what's this?" Nakuru
asked curiously with amusement as she looked at the scenario, "Have you
been up to naughty things, Eriol-sama?" she
chided playfully, yet a gleam of mischievous curiosity twinkled in her eyes.
"Now,
now, Nakuru-chan, no time for jesting…" Eriol chuckled, "Please prepare a bed for our ill guest, Nakuru-chan," Eriol requested,
"and could you get a dish with cool water and a clean rag, Suppi-kun?"
"Of
course, Eriol-sama!" the two faithful guardians
nodded their heads and went off.
Eriol looked at the sleeping Syaoran
again Though his arms were getting tired of carrying the smaller boy in his
arms from the school all the way to his home...he didn't mind holding Syaoran for just a little longer...
"...nnnhhh..." Syaoran
slowly awoke. His eyes fluttered open...he was greeted bright crimson-pink
eyes.
"Hey, there, Syaoran-kuuuun!"
Nakuru greeted, "Nice to see you're finally coming around."
"..where...?" Syaoran
looked around, seeing he was in a soft, warm bed. The room was nicely decorated
with shades of black, vermilion red, and midnight blue. It had a nice
comfortable look to it. There was even a large window that led to a balcony.
"You're
in Eriol-sama's mansion, of course. Like the
guestroom? It's one of the best rooms in the house! He decorated it himself!"
Nakuru remarked proudly, "Of course, with MY
help."
Syaoran tried to sit up, but his arms were shaking from the
effort.
"Ne, Syaoran-kun, take it easy,
will you?" Nakuru said and pushed Syaoran back into bed. He sank in the pillows once more,
"Eriol-sama did a lot to get your butt here, so
don't make his effort go to waste by getting worse!" she tucked him in
more.
"...what..do you..mean?" Syaoran asked, realizing that his voice was raspy because
of an extremely sore throat.
"He
carried you here all the way from school." Nakuru
said, wetting a rag and patting Syaoran's forehead.
Syaoran looked at Nakuru with a
'why the hell did he do that for me?' look on his
face. She simply said, "That's what really good friends do for each other,
don't they?"
Syaoran was silent. Ever since the first day he had met Eriol, he never thought he and the navy-haired mage could
be or would be 'friends'…but now…
"That's
quite enough talk, Nakuru-chan," Eriol walked in with the smile, "Thank you for
watching over him while I was gone."
"Your welcome, Eriol-sama!"
Nakuru said cheerfully, "Need anymore help, just
give me a call!" Nakuru disappeared out of the
room.
"...you..." Syaoran growled, glaring at Eriol suspiciously.
"Heh…It's obvious that talking is hurting you—so why don't
you curse at me later?" Eriol suggested as he
set down a tray on a table next to Syaoran's bedside,
"I think that's best."
"...???" Syaoran looked at the tray, seeing
a steaming bowl of soup. He looked at Eriol.
"Yes,
this is for you, if you wanted to ask that," Eriol
answered as he held up a finger, just like Yamazaki telling one of his lies,
and smiled, "'Nothing beats a cold like chicken soup!'" he said,
reciting the ever-so famous quote.
Syaoran hesitated…
I'm
already in his debt deep enough...he CARRIED and invited me into his home, gave
me a room...and now...this... Syaoran's eyes
narrowed in humiliation. He looked away from Eriol
and the bowl of soup despite his growling stomach. He clenched his teeth to
bear it all.
"Something the matter? Feeling worse?" Eriol asked with concern, looking at Syaoran's
turned-away face.
"...I'm..getting..out..." Syaoran
mumbled with his raspy voice, "...of..here."
"…sumimasen?" Eriol blinked.
Syaoran slipped out the bed on the other side, across from Eriol.
"Syaoran-kun—!" Eriol protested.
"...urusai." Syaoran
grumbled. He felt vertigo ensnare his senses and balance. He stumbled over his
own feet and his hand flew out and grasped the small table next to the bedside
for support. He shut his eyes to subdue the spinning feeling that engulfed him.
His eyes
drooped...god, he wanted to sleep...
I don't
remember ever being this sick before…and this is the worst time possible…
he thought...he slightly leaned forward, his feet wavered, his grip on the
table loosened, and prepared to fall to the hard ground…
~*~ Author's Note ~*~
Hope
you liked it so far! I'll put up the next very soon, I promise! (so please, please, PLEASE review!) I don't see too many Syaoran/Eriol fan fics out
there...how sad...I guess there aren't too many fans out there, but I like this
couple! ^^ And for those that hate this couple and thus flame me---FINE! I
don't care what you say! I like this couple and I very much doubt I'll change
my opinion on them.
So all
flames will be pointed to and laughed at. As for all other reviews, I will
cherish them!
~*~ Glossary ~*~
Ohayo-gozaimasu: a polite way of saying "good
morning" or "good afternoon"
Sensei: teacher
Sumimasen: excuse me?
Daijoubu desu ka? : Are you all right?
Kuso: damn
Onore: damn you (don't you love Syaoran's
vocabulary?)
Urusai: shut up