Hellu!! Sorry if the 'Prologue' was kinda short, but i really couldn't
think of anything else to extent it, even a little....
*Psych: Yeah, yeah*
* starfall^-^;;;;*
Alright! This chapter took me like so totally long to get it done 'cos there were many changes i desperately needed to do. I really hope you all will like it...
* Psych: Pls oblige her, or else I will have to spend the rest of my school days listening to her constant whining...like a broken record, really.=) *
*starfall: sheeesssh!!*
i will not( mumble, mumble) so pls read it and voice your opinions, alright?
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Chapter 1~^~^~^~
~ THE TWO SIDES......
"Sakura?" Touya's voice traveled across the hallway and reached its destination clearly.
"Hurry up!! Can't you hear that? For your information, the alarm clock has been ringing constantly for the last 15 minutes! "Kero said exasperatedly . "This is the umpteen time i've called you... Any louder, and I'm in danger of being found out!" The guardian beast's tone suggested defeat.
"Okay," a flushed Sakura said, at the same time glancing at the clock," Oh no! I'm late! Got to go!" She looked at the mirror for the final time.
"Remember to get me some breakfast!" cried a not-at-all-glad Kero, who resisted being squashed into her backpack like a stuffed animal.
"Don't worry-"
"KAIJUU!"
"Alright! Coming!" A young woman sped through the corridor and halted at the kitchen's doorway. Pointing an index finger, she poked Touya's nose and stated in an out-of-breath tone "And don..n't call me..e KAIJUU!!" she yelled, still panting.
Touya looked at his only sister and grinned. Sakura stared daggers at him.
"Breakfast's ready!" Fujitaka announced.
"Cool! I'm starved..." exclaimed Sakura, breaking the powerful 'tug- of-war' eye contact she was maintaining just split seconds before she turned her sparkling emerald green eyes to face her father. Entirely forgetting about the incident, she plopped down on a chair and quickly helped herself to the pancakes that were freely accessible on the dining table. Fujitaka watched in amazement as both his children ate their food as if there was no tomorrow. He smiled, and shook his head, slowly lifting his fork to eat. Sakura saw his expression and grinned at her father. Mere minutes pasted when~~~ "Gad! Douuya!! Gum Geavin'!" She shouted, her mouth still stuffed full of pancakes.
"Where are you going?" Fujitaka asked.
"To Tomoyo's house! I will be back by dinner time, alright? Sayonara!" With that, she ran out into the clear blue day.
Fujitaka sighed.
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A dashing young man was strolling in his own garden, his amber eyes intent on swallowing all the greenery around him. He was here since dawn as it had become his habit to stand around the well-preserved garden alone. To him, the vast sea of green provided peace and quietness he preferred. Due to his strict upbringing and his strenuous trainings from the guild master, he had been taught from birth to protect himself and to 'shun' anyone that he didn't know, or care for. And that, he knew, was everybody, only excluding his family members and the people of Li-clan. His rigorous training demanded more than life itself, thus when his skills soared, his social relationships with the public nose-dived. At the age of nine, he witnessed his father's death. Being the only male heir to his family and the undisputed leader to a gigantic clan that would follow his orders solely based on the fact that his surname was 'Li', responsibility was literally heaped onto his shoulders.
He turned his thoughts away to focus on a single cherry blossom. Looking at it made him heave a deep sigh.
^It's so.... beautiful and free.......^ His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the Feel of magic. Soft footsteps were then heard.
"Syaoran." The solitary young man turned expectedly, nodding his head in the direction of the woman.
"Mother."
"Good morning, my son," she stated, at the same moment sending a direct message to him in his mind. ^Happy nineteenth birthday. ^ Syaoran received it with a little twinkle in his flaming eyes. Yelan noticed, and gave him her alluring smile.
"I must say, you're at last the young man i've known of since nine."
"Thank you, mother." A moment of silence reigned. Then Syaoran noted the slight change in his mother's eyes.
^Oh no.......^
As if on cue........
"How's your 'engagement' with Meiling going on?" Her tone took on a joking manner.
"Mother, you know that I don't..."
"I know. I've spoken to her before, on a serious basis. Her answers to my questions were quite satisfactory." Yelan interrupted. She paused for a second, and then continued. "In fact, they were a prayer to my headaches." Looking at her youngest son's face, she chuckled inwardly. She could see that through his cold demeanor, he was struggling against irritation and being quite, quite worried.
"Don't worry," she added, answering him. "Though I know that you've always kept your promises and this is one that you've made, I've reached other more reasonable terms with Meiling." He shrugged, uncomfortable with the present topic.
The only scene that made him regret till now was repeating through his mind yet again---
Flashback~*~*~*~
"Syaoran?" Meiling cried. "Why? Why don't you like me?'
Five year old Syaoran stood there, motionless, but feeling guilty. He had to tell the truth after all. At that point of time, he would have done almost anything to make Meiling stop crying because of him.
"Meiling, I'm sorry...."
"Sy...Syaoran?" *Sniff....* Little Syaoran gulped.
"Yes?"
"Wi...Will you marry me when we grow up?" Little Meiling's eyes were gazing beseechingly at him. Syaoran didn't understand.
^What's 'marry'?" Syaoran thought.
Meiling heard that thought.......and smiled secretly. She then put on a brave front and tried not to look totally pathetic and down-trodden.
"It..It's okay if you don't wanna... " *Sobz....* Syaoran was in a dilemma. 'Yes' and 'No's were some words that he had just learnt... . *Sobz........*
"Okay, yes, i will." Meiling immediately brightened up.
"Yo..ou will? Promise?"
"Err..... Yes. Em...so you won't be angry with me?"
"YEAH!" She practically yelled. "Let's go and play!" And together, they ran happily, Syaoran never thinking back on how heavy that promise would carry.....
End of Flashback~*~*~*~
Now, as he sagged his heavy shoulders, Yelan saw through the entire burden Syaoran was carrying. She bit her lip and pondered over the past. There were just too many things her precious son had gone through, and all these without a grumble. It was miraculous, as she knew, that he could take it and even stand here today, on his nineteenth birthday. Others would have died, with the amount of pressure and enemies his clan had; the numerous times he was almost assassinated had told her that much.
"Mother?" Syaoran said, staring at his mother uneasily.
"I know what you've done for the Li-clan and our family. I thank you, my son." She whispered.
"Thank you, mother." Syaoran stated, with a small, sincere smile present on his face.
"Out of all our generations, you are one of the youngest heirs to take up this power and authority. You are named 'Syaoran' after your great- great grandfather, who lived in the 21st century. If I'm not wrong, he was the strongest, the most well-known and also," she hesitated but continued, " the only Li to have sacrificed his life for the sake of a girl he loved."
Yelan then paused, afraid that Syaoran would get her meaning wrong. The garden slipped into the atmosphere, almost probing to hear more.
"She...she must be someone he deeply cared for." Syaoran said at last, not understanding why would anyone die for another person. After all, 'love' to him was just something illusionary.
"No, she was someone he loved." Yelan said quietly. "My son, there will come a time when you will experience love. Only then will you come to appreciate and cherish it."
"Yes, mother. I'm sorry if i gave you the impression that I found it silly. I do not..." he replied," ... but yes, you are right. I do not understand it. Not at all." His tone rang clear that he was feeling guilty and Yelan almost mentally 'kicked' herself for always keeping him within the boundaries of the house. ^Now he doesn't even know any girl of his age! ^
^It's alright, mother. I can live without them.^ slipped in a manly tenor voice.
^I should have guarded my thoughts better than this. My son, I think you deserve a rest at the very least. This is what I can give you on your birthday, I am extremely sorry about it.....^
^It's okay, really. And I thank you once again.^
"I'll take my leave then, to let you drink in your short-lived freedom, even if it is only for a day. Inform me if anything happens. Goodbye." With that, Yelan turned and disappeared through the shimmering, translucent glass-like door that appeared from nowhere.
"Goodbye." Syaoran lowered his voice to a whisper, saying that one word long after the Panel was deactivated........
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That's all for the 1st chapter!! *Yawn* Am i sleepy...... Hope you all will like it. Oh! By the way, all sentences starting and ending with '^' (this sign) is the person's personal thoughts. *Yawn....* thanks for reading!!!
Special thanks to: my sarcastic friend, Psych.... Yi Rong, who had to edit and give me many suggestions and Last but not least, the Suku Club!! You're the ones that were the 1st to encourage me!!
THANK YOU!!
*Psych: Yeah, yeah*
* starfall^-^;;;;*
Alright! This chapter took me like so totally long to get it done 'cos there were many changes i desperately needed to do. I really hope you all will like it...
* Psych: Pls oblige her, or else I will have to spend the rest of my school days listening to her constant whining...like a broken record, really.=) *
*starfall: sheeesssh!!*
i will not( mumble, mumble) so pls read it and voice your opinions, alright?
#*#*#*#The Lone Statue#*#*#*#
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Chapter 1~^~^~^~
~ THE TWO SIDES......
"Sakura?" Touya's voice traveled across the hallway and reached its destination clearly.
"Hurry up!! Can't you hear that? For your information, the alarm clock has been ringing constantly for the last 15 minutes! "Kero said exasperatedly . "This is the umpteen time i've called you... Any louder, and I'm in danger of being found out!" The guardian beast's tone suggested defeat.
"Okay," a flushed Sakura said, at the same time glancing at the clock," Oh no! I'm late! Got to go!" She looked at the mirror for the final time.
"Remember to get me some breakfast!" cried a not-at-all-glad Kero, who resisted being squashed into her backpack like a stuffed animal.
"Don't worry-"
"KAIJUU!"
"Alright! Coming!" A young woman sped through the corridor and halted at the kitchen's doorway. Pointing an index finger, she poked Touya's nose and stated in an out-of-breath tone "And don..n't call me..e KAIJUU!!" she yelled, still panting.
Touya looked at his only sister and grinned. Sakura stared daggers at him.
"Breakfast's ready!" Fujitaka announced.
"Cool! I'm starved..." exclaimed Sakura, breaking the powerful 'tug- of-war' eye contact she was maintaining just split seconds before she turned her sparkling emerald green eyes to face her father. Entirely forgetting about the incident, she plopped down on a chair and quickly helped herself to the pancakes that were freely accessible on the dining table. Fujitaka watched in amazement as both his children ate their food as if there was no tomorrow. He smiled, and shook his head, slowly lifting his fork to eat. Sakura saw his expression and grinned at her father. Mere minutes pasted when~~~ "Gad! Douuya!! Gum Geavin'!" She shouted, her mouth still stuffed full of pancakes.
"Where are you going?" Fujitaka asked.
"To Tomoyo's house! I will be back by dinner time, alright? Sayonara!" With that, she ran out into the clear blue day.
Fujitaka sighed.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
A dashing young man was strolling in his own garden, his amber eyes intent on swallowing all the greenery around him. He was here since dawn as it had become his habit to stand around the well-preserved garden alone. To him, the vast sea of green provided peace and quietness he preferred. Due to his strict upbringing and his strenuous trainings from the guild master, he had been taught from birth to protect himself and to 'shun' anyone that he didn't know, or care for. And that, he knew, was everybody, only excluding his family members and the people of Li-clan. His rigorous training demanded more than life itself, thus when his skills soared, his social relationships with the public nose-dived. At the age of nine, he witnessed his father's death. Being the only male heir to his family and the undisputed leader to a gigantic clan that would follow his orders solely based on the fact that his surname was 'Li', responsibility was literally heaped onto his shoulders.
He turned his thoughts away to focus on a single cherry blossom. Looking at it made him heave a deep sigh.
^It's so.... beautiful and free.......^ His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the Feel of magic. Soft footsteps were then heard.
"Syaoran." The solitary young man turned expectedly, nodding his head in the direction of the woman.
"Mother."
"Good morning, my son," she stated, at the same moment sending a direct message to him in his mind. ^Happy nineteenth birthday. ^ Syaoran received it with a little twinkle in his flaming eyes. Yelan noticed, and gave him her alluring smile.
"I must say, you're at last the young man i've known of since nine."
"Thank you, mother." A moment of silence reigned. Then Syaoran noted the slight change in his mother's eyes.
^Oh no.......^
As if on cue........
"How's your 'engagement' with Meiling going on?" Her tone took on a joking manner.
"Mother, you know that I don't..."
"I know. I've spoken to her before, on a serious basis. Her answers to my questions were quite satisfactory." Yelan interrupted. She paused for a second, and then continued. "In fact, they were a prayer to my headaches." Looking at her youngest son's face, she chuckled inwardly. She could see that through his cold demeanor, he was struggling against irritation and being quite, quite worried.
"Don't worry," she added, answering him. "Though I know that you've always kept your promises and this is one that you've made, I've reached other more reasonable terms with Meiling." He shrugged, uncomfortable with the present topic.
The only scene that made him regret till now was repeating through his mind yet again---
Flashback~*~*~*~
"Syaoran?" Meiling cried. "Why? Why don't you like me?'
Five year old Syaoran stood there, motionless, but feeling guilty. He had to tell the truth after all. At that point of time, he would have done almost anything to make Meiling stop crying because of him.
"Meiling, I'm sorry...."
"Sy...Syaoran?" *Sniff....* Little Syaoran gulped.
"Yes?"
"Wi...Will you marry me when we grow up?" Little Meiling's eyes were gazing beseechingly at him. Syaoran didn't understand.
^What's 'marry'?" Syaoran thought.
Meiling heard that thought.......and smiled secretly. She then put on a brave front and tried not to look totally pathetic and down-trodden.
"It..It's okay if you don't wanna... " *Sobz....* Syaoran was in a dilemma. 'Yes' and 'No's were some words that he had just learnt... . *Sobz........*
"Okay, yes, i will." Meiling immediately brightened up.
"Yo..ou will? Promise?"
"Err..... Yes. Em...so you won't be angry with me?"
"YEAH!" She practically yelled. "Let's go and play!" And together, they ran happily, Syaoran never thinking back on how heavy that promise would carry.....
End of Flashback~*~*~*~
Now, as he sagged his heavy shoulders, Yelan saw through the entire burden Syaoran was carrying. She bit her lip and pondered over the past. There were just too many things her precious son had gone through, and all these without a grumble. It was miraculous, as she knew, that he could take it and even stand here today, on his nineteenth birthday. Others would have died, with the amount of pressure and enemies his clan had; the numerous times he was almost assassinated had told her that much.
"Mother?" Syaoran said, staring at his mother uneasily.
"I know what you've done for the Li-clan and our family. I thank you, my son." She whispered.
"Thank you, mother." Syaoran stated, with a small, sincere smile present on his face.
"Out of all our generations, you are one of the youngest heirs to take up this power and authority. You are named 'Syaoran' after your great- great grandfather, who lived in the 21st century. If I'm not wrong, he was the strongest, the most well-known and also," she hesitated but continued, " the only Li to have sacrificed his life for the sake of a girl he loved."
Yelan then paused, afraid that Syaoran would get her meaning wrong. The garden slipped into the atmosphere, almost probing to hear more.
"She...she must be someone he deeply cared for." Syaoran said at last, not understanding why would anyone die for another person. After all, 'love' to him was just something illusionary.
"No, she was someone he loved." Yelan said quietly. "My son, there will come a time when you will experience love. Only then will you come to appreciate and cherish it."
"Yes, mother. I'm sorry if i gave you the impression that I found it silly. I do not..." he replied," ... but yes, you are right. I do not understand it. Not at all." His tone rang clear that he was feeling guilty and Yelan almost mentally 'kicked' herself for always keeping him within the boundaries of the house. ^Now he doesn't even know any girl of his age! ^
^It's alright, mother. I can live without them.^ slipped in a manly tenor voice.
^I should have guarded my thoughts better than this. My son, I think you deserve a rest at the very least. This is what I can give you on your birthday, I am extremely sorry about it.....^
^It's okay, really. And I thank you once again.^
"I'll take my leave then, to let you drink in your short-lived freedom, even if it is only for a day. Inform me if anything happens. Goodbye." With that, Yelan turned and disappeared through the shimmering, translucent glass-like door that appeared from nowhere.
"Goodbye." Syaoran lowered his voice to a whisper, saying that one word long after the Panel was deactivated........
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That's all for the 1st chapter!! *Yawn* Am i sleepy...... Hope you all will like it. Oh! By the way, all sentences starting and ending with '^' (this sign) is the person's personal thoughts. *Yawn....* thanks for reading!!!
Special thanks to: my sarcastic friend, Psych.... Yi Rong, who had to edit and give me many suggestions and Last but not least, the Suku Club!! You're the ones that were the 1st to encourage me!!
THANK YOU!!