Sorry....

         But I just couldn't resist the temptation to type out my other story..... Hehe.... Well, chapter 3 has much to do with magic, and Syaoran!!*starfall's really glad!* i do hope all of you will be satisfied with this chapter, as some parts are an adaptation from my other fic....so, won't hold you back any longer, but...! Remember to review!! Thank you.....

         Oh yes, before i forget....

              Talented- people who practice magic or have magic born within them.

              Mage-Sight- another tone of inborn magic that can be used to See magic or magical things.

              Net- something that is used to capture magic for the person's own use.

             Reminder: All the so-called conversation starting and ending with this symbol- ^ is thoughts. In my story, some people who do have some magic powers of some kind can Mind-Speak, as i call it.

         These are some words and symbols that I have either made up or used it from a fantasy book that i've read. Hope these explanations will help you to understand my story better...

Special thanks to:

                          Pillowger~~

                          Cherry Angel

                          Pink Cherry Blossom

                          Gaia

                          Syaorana

                          Double FrEaK

                          Sakura-san

                          Sakura Golden Wolf

                          Francis

                          Jo-|eNe^

                          Psych

                          Animegirl-mika

Disclaimer: Argh.....wish it was me....

                        ~*~*~*~*~SYAORAN'S CURIOSITY~*~*~*~*~

Chapter 3~^~^~^~

(In the future.....)

         Syaoran paused for a split second, panting slightly.

         ^What is it with 'love'? ^ He continued his swordplay, his moves flawless. His smooth movements and beautiful tactics hid the tumult inside him; he was in fact, extremely disturbed with himself.

         ^Why can't I...I love, or even like Meiling in that different sort of way? ^ His mind answered it for him; even before he questioned himself, he knew the answer. It was just perfectly simple- he didn't have any feelings for her. Yet it sounded ridiculous too........

         The sword and him seem to merge together as one, so well did he train himself. He waved away that lingering thought into a deserted corner of his confused mind, bothered and irritated by it. His training demanded all his focus- and even more so. He definitely could not afford any stray thoughts, especially while fighting. Thoughts, as he was taught, could kill when fighting a battle. Thus he willed his mind into the practice, to concentrate wholly on the angle of his moves.

         ^Not that it matters........^ he mused to himself, again at motion.

         Suddenly blinding light came piercing right into his eyes, forcing him to close them and lose his ground. Syaoran almost cursed in frustration; his once-perfect moves were now spoilt.

         ^But what was........MAGIC! ^ He mind-yelled.

         ^Alright, time for some quick reflects. ^ He pretended to stretch lazily and faked a passable yawn. He switched his eyes to mage-Sight. Immediately, everything around him became different shades of blue. Out of the corner of his eyes, the wild magic could be seen by Sight- it was an obvious red and orange swirl. And it was not hiding its source; anyone who was Talented would know that it held much potential once exploited.

         Syaoran started walking round the ring in an anti-clockwise direction, his movements all in beat. He stared straight and concentrated his strength solely on the vocal point of the magic- its core. His eyes shut, he saw it waver; it meant that it was puzzled by the strength that was ebbing from it- a promising sign. Syaoran continued to press further to break its defences~ by pushing it with his own magic.

         ^ A few more defences to go.......^ He knitted his eyebrows in concentration, pushing harder.

         ^ Anytime now...^

         A massive magical explosion erupted from the core of the wild magic and like a wave; it radiated particles that were seen moving at impossible speed. The immediate push that hit Syaoran mentally was so forceful that he was thrown back by its blow; it stunned him almost senseless. As fast as he could muster up his resources, he stretched out his hand hastily to cushion the impact of his fall. Never hesitating for more than a moment, he gathered his stored magic and poured them into his free hand- the left one. He turned his gaze quickly to the vulnerable wild magic.

        And he let loose his last Net. It was the final spell-object; an oblique shaped one that determined whether the wild magic was his to keep.

         He was sure it was.

         Panting slightly, Syaoran unintentionally held his breath when he witnessed the capture that he single-handedly caught.

         It was a spectacular sight, the way the wild magic surrendered itself after it threw a feeling of longing towards nowhere, asking for its last sacrifice. When none came the air surrounding it stood still for a split second, then started to intensify until it shone a beautiful mixture of silver and white. The movements in the air were moving so fast at a point- suddenly, at the next moment, it became undeniably still, and clear.

         A face that was vaguely outlined in the ever-moving ribbons of magic appeared out of nowhere, lasting only for a moment before the magic swirls engulfed it. Syaoran almost missed it; he had chanced upon seeing the girl's face. Putting that aside for awhile, he watched the wild magic flow into the Net with grace- slowly, yet in some sense, elegantly. It was like music flowing but somehow, it was more alive. To see his successful capture's breathtaking moment was something rare- it was a privilege many could never have.

         Then, all at once, the magic evolved to a visible shape. It gave out blinding white light that almost seared his eyes, but was gone in a few seconds. Slowly, he cautiously opened his left eye, then his right.

         A young girl stood in front of him. She was clothed in pure white light; her dress was indescribable. It was simple, yet so beautiful- each line seemed to be swirling around her. But it was her features that stunned him. It was sculptured from loving hands- and it could not be explained; she was made perfect. Her creator was that skillful.

         ^She's magic, afterall....^ Syaoran breathed.

         They stared at each other for a long while; Syaoran remaining in his outer demeanor~ composed while the magic looking at him as intently, boring her white eyes into his amber ones. Abruptly, she floated right in front of him; her cheek was inches away from his nose. And unexpectedly, mind-Spoke to him.

         ^Master.^ She stated clearly in his head.

         Syaoran only nodded slightly in acknowledgement. 

         ^I am Vision, master.^ She told Syaoran. Vision waited for his reply. After a moment, it seemed to hit Syaoran that she expected an answer.    

         ^Yes, i heard.^ Minutes passed; still no movement from either party. Syaoran had put on his blank expressionless face that did not betray any of his thoughts. But inside, confusion had started to rise- he knew through knowledge that she was supposed to return to her normal form.  But she did not show any sign of doing so. The fact that she was remaining in human form puzzled him; that she had defied the order of magic shocked Syaoran.  He didn't understand what was happening nor did he know what he was supposed to do.

         ^Why is she still here?^

         ^For you, master. To help you foresee the future, if it is your wish.^  Vision instantly replied, echoing his thoughts. Syaoran cleared his head of wandering questions- then Sent a thought through his mind.

         ^ I did not ask of you anything. Why have you remained in your human form when it is not commanded of you to do this?^ He racked his brains at that same time, trying to remember anything exceptional about wild magic that he might have forgotten. Nothing that was of the slightest use to salvage his situation surfaced. Fear almost threatened to control his mind, but he forcefully threw it aside.

         ^i am called 'Vision' as i can foresee the future for my master. Before i return to my real form, you can ask me to See what is coming for you, but only once. After i return to my magic form, my powers will be channeled to you, and you will not have the chance to do the same again. But be warned- it is for real; be it sad, horrifying, joyous- it is for you to accept. This is why i am offering my last vision to you; after this is through i will cease to exist. Do you accept my last vision?^ Vision said through his mind with an expressionless tone.

         Syaoran hesitated. He desperately wanted to know what the future held for him, but he knew there ought to be a catch somewhere, he just couldn't find it. He struggled internally within himself- he knew he did not know the consequences and should never dabble in things concerning his future, especially magic, but the urge was great too.

         At last he decided. The risk was too great.

         ^Have you decided, master?^

          He opened his mouth to firmly say 'no', but.....

          'Yes' his heart whispered fiercely. Say 'yes'....

         "Yes." He stated quietly- his mouth had betrayed him. Vision smiled a bittersweet smile. She raised her hands up slowly and at the same time closed her eyes. The light surrounding Vision became brighter and brighter until it engulfed Vision all together with it, so blindingly bright it was. Amazingly, Syaoran was not at least affected by the white light, he did not shield his eyes; it seemed to him that it was drawing him towards the light. He did not resist it in anyway.

         Syaoran took a step forward, entering into the core of light that shone.

         Vision stood there. On seeing him, she bowed, and was replaced by an imaginary screen that showed him a picture of a large olden house, probably found in the turn of the 21st century. He didn't understand how it could be connected to his future.

         The vision changed- it was now slightly blurred.  It now showed a boy about the same age as he. No, he reprimanded himself- a man, a young man. He had night blue hair and a merry smile to contrast his matured-looking face.

         Again the vision switched. The light had grown dimmer; and the vision vague. A girl- with long black hair, holding some kind of device in her hand. He could not see much more than that. Syaoran wondered whether this was the girl he was going to like.

         Then the next vision came. Surrounding him, the light had almost faded, and he could see the faint outlines of his training room. It was another girl, but that was as much as he could see. The vision was translucent- it meant that it was about to end. Syaoran slowly raised his eyes to meet the girl's eyes.

There was something that 'clicked' in him, something deep down inside him. He could not comprehend this different feeling that rose in him; he was only aware of it. Even so, he made it a point to take note of this vision for it may come to pass.

         The light abruptly flickered once, then twice and was gone. The last vision appeared. It was so transparent that he could hardly see anything at all. But it filled him with foreboding, and something he had never felt before since his father's death- it was fear.

         Then, in a blink, it was replaced by Vision.

         Vision stared at Syaoran for the last time, then moved to stand right in front of him. She then kissed his forehead before vanishing into the thin air.

         Suspended in mid-air was a ball of moving magic- Vision had returned to her true form. Syaoran gently touched his forehead and smiled a secret smile.   

         It had marked him as its new master.

                   ~*~*~*~*~To be continued...~*~*~*~*~

         Sorry i took such a long time updating this chapter....

         Please spare a review, thanks!! And thank you for reading....