Trying To Cheat Fate
By: Xiao
Author's Note:
Welcome back. I'm Xiao.. Again no flames. I changed the personalities a lot so
don't think I'm a bad author for it.. it would work out better if they didn't have their usual
personalities.. What I said last chapter continues with this chapter.. I changed the whole
plot.. blah blah.. Here we go, AND WE'RE OFF..
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Chapter Two: Hiccup.
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Silence. The only sound that could be heard in that room was the light awkward
sound of chopsticks and glasses moving from place to place. Infact, everything about this
dinner was awkward. No talking, most unlike the usual chatter the filled the room as they
ate their dinner each night. Smiles, no not right now, more like concerned looks.
Finally a sound instead of chopsticks or glasses, Syaoran's chair moving across the
floor. He had finished his dinner and took the plate to the sink and washed it, then turning
to Meiling. She wished he wouldn't look at her like that.. Such a look of need. She hated
it.
"Meiling?" Soft and understanding, something she could deal with. She finished
her chewing before turning her attention to Syaoran. She smiled slightly. "You have been
acting differently today, why?" Why? Because she was--
"I'm tired that's all," He blinked, he had been expecting another excuse that would
fit the situation better, or something would actually sound a bit real. I'm tired; he knew it
was a lie. She never lied to him, so why would she now?
"All right," he paused and walked over to her, placing a gently kiss upon her
cheek before looking her deep ruby eyes. "I'll be in the bedroom. If you need me, call
me," he kissed her gently again, this time the destination of the kiss was on her lips. She
needed to melt again but refused the urge. She felt gently, and warm air blow against her
as his voice spoke up again in the tone of a whisper into her ear. "I love you," he grinned
and stood back in his place. Meiling repeated what he had just said to her, but to him
while he moved away and down the hallway to their bedroom.
Meiling looked back down at her plate of food. She had finally lost her appetite.
She pushed the plate away from herself and laid her head back against the wood table and
sighed, pulling the black strands from her face.
Decisions.. Decisions.. To tell or not to tell, that is the question.
She stood up and brought the plate to the sink, not bothering to wash away what
was left, she left it there and walked down the hallway. The need to run to their bedroom
was strong and she thought about it for a moment, but she didn't do it. She finally reached
the bedroom to find the lights off, the shades closed and only allowing a certain amount
of light escape into the darkness, and Syaoran, laying on his side, not facing her, on his
side of the bed.
"Syaoran," her voice was shaky and there was a hint of a scared nineteen year old
girl under the rest. She couldn't hold back any longer, she wasn't ready to tell him, but she
couldn't wait any longer and she needed to get the news off of her. Tears escaped from
her eyes, when Syaoran turned and sat up, looking at her and blinking, a bit confused.
"What's wrong, Mei--" he was interrupted by Meiling tackling herself against him,
forcing Syaoran back to his laying position. Her head had been placed on his chest, the
rest of her body next to him. His girl then broke down, literally. Crying heavily and trying
to speak, trying to say his name, but finding it impossible. This was exactly what Syaoran
had been dreading.. He wanted to know, but he didn't want her to cry and try to tell him at
the same time. He ran his fingers through the raven black tresses gently, trying his very
best to calm the girl down.
"Syaoran," that name came out of the girls mouth through hiccups from crying so
hard. He blinked and looked at her, into the tear filled eyes. Meiling then continued,
trying her best to sound as calm as possible, like her situation was nothing to her. But can
that's a lie, it was a big deal for her and him, but mostly her. WHY DID THIS HAVE TO
HAPPEN TO HER? "I need to," hiccup. "tell you," hiccup. "some--" hiccup. "thing very
important," hiccup. Syaoran held back laughs. He nodded and regained his concerned
face. She shut her eyes and slightly burying her face in his shirt. "I," hiccup. "I mean, you
remember a," hiccup. "while back?" Syaoran nodded, knowing she couldn't see him do
so. Now, everything was being put together in his mind, like a puzzle.. he knew what was
coming next-- "I'm," hiccup. Here it comes.. "pregnant," hiccup, hiccup, sob.
"Wait, Meiling, your kidding.." his voice trailed off. He knew she wasn't kidding,
she wouldn't kid about something like that. A sudden jolt of happiness rushed through
him, as his arms wrapped around her and held her close while she sobbed quietly,
dampening his shirt now. "I'm a father.. Mei, your a mother!" She sobbed louder and
Syaoran blinked.
"I DON'T WANT TO BE A MOTHER, SYAORAN," she became hysterical now.
She seemed like a baby who needed it's bottle. "I can't, Syaoran, I really can't," Syaoran
held her closer to himself, as if she was a baby, a baby girl.. Why was he suddenly
thinking of his Meiling as a baby.. No, she was just his girl, his girl.
"Why, Mei?"
"I'm nineteen, I'm not going to be a mother when I'm nineteen, Syaoran.." Oh god,
why did she have to have a point? They were still young.. still wild and young. WHY
DID THEY HAVE TO DO THAT EARLIER? He couldn't even remember what had
happened.. maybe he was drunk.
"I don't want this baby."
"Did you see the doctor already?"
"I did and I," she turned her thoughts around to hate.. Wasn't this his fault? Wasn't
he the one who started this all? She wanted to hate him for it, because in her eyes he
brought his baby into her life.. their life.. but this was her problem, right? "Syaoran, my
god, why?!" Syaoran was startled by the sudden scream. He went through his mind for an
explanation..
"I'm sorry, Meiling," his happiness was now drowned in Meiling's mixture of hate
and depression. He felt terrible. And the question still remained: why? Another thought:
He wanted to be a father for a long time, and they were nineteen, but did the age matter?
Was Meiling never wanting the responsibility of being a mother? He never asked her
that.. ever..
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After Note:
Heyo. Enjoy? Confessions are upsetting, I think.. Please be a kind little reader and review
my fiction? No flames. I hat flames. I'll die or go hysterical if I get flames, so no flames..
By: Xiao
Author's Note:
Welcome back. I'm Xiao.. Again no flames. I changed the personalities a lot so
don't think I'm a bad author for it.. it would work out better if they didn't have their usual
personalities.. What I said last chapter continues with this chapter.. I changed the whole
plot.. blah blah.. Here we go, AND WE'RE OFF..
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Chapter Two: Hiccup.
----------
Silence. The only sound that could be heard in that room was the light awkward
sound of chopsticks and glasses moving from place to place. Infact, everything about this
dinner was awkward. No talking, most unlike the usual chatter the filled the room as they
ate their dinner each night. Smiles, no not right now, more like concerned looks.
Finally a sound instead of chopsticks or glasses, Syaoran's chair moving across the
floor. He had finished his dinner and took the plate to the sink and washed it, then turning
to Meiling. She wished he wouldn't look at her like that.. Such a look of need. She hated
it.
"Meiling?" Soft and understanding, something she could deal with. She finished
her chewing before turning her attention to Syaoran. She smiled slightly. "You have been
acting differently today, why?" Why? Because she was--
"I'm tired that's all," He blinked, he had been expecting another excuse that would
fit the situation better, or something would actually sound a bit real. I'm tired; he knew it
was a lie. She never lied to him, so why would she now?
"All right," he paused and walked over to her, placing a gently kiss upon her
cheek before looking her deep ruby eyes. "I'll be in the bedroom. If you need me, call
me," he kissed her gently again, this time the destination of the kiss was on her lips. She
needed to melt again but refused the urge. She felt gently, and warm air blow against her
as his voice spoke up again in the tone of a whisper into her ear. "I love you," he grinned
and stood back in his place. Meiling repeated what he had just said to her, but to him
while he moved away and down the hallway to their bedroom.
Meiling looked back down at her plate of food. She had finally lost her appetite.
She pushed the plate away from herself and laid her head back against the wood table and
sighed, pulling the black strands from her face.
Decisions.. Decisions.. To tell or not to tell, that is the question.
She stood up and brought the plate to the sink, not bothering to wash away what
was left, she left it there and walked down the hallway. The need to run to their bedroom
was strong and she thought about it for a moment, but she didn't do it. She finally reached
the bedroom to find the lights off, the shades closed and only allowing a certain amount
of light escape into the darkness, and Syaoran, laying on his side, not facing her, on his
side of the bed.
"Syaoran," her voice was shaky and there was a hint of a scared nineteen year old
girl under the rest. She couldn't hold back any longer, she wasn't ready to tell him, but she
couldn't wait any longer and she needed to get the news off of her. Tears escaped from
her eyes, when Syaoran turned and sat up, looking at her and blinking, a bit confused.
"What's wrong, Mei--" he was interrupted by Meiling tackling herself against him,
forcing Syaoran back to his laying position. Her head had been placed on his chest, the
rest of her body next to him. His girl then broke down, literally. Crying heavily and trying
to speak, trying to say his name, but finding it impossible. This was exactly what Syaoran
had been dreading.. He wanted to know, but he didn't want her to cry and try to tell him at
the same time. He ran his fingers through the raven black tresses gently, trying his very
best to calm the girl down.
"Syaoran," that name came out of the girls mouth through hiccups from crying so
hard. He blinked and looked at her, into the tear filled eyes. Meiling then continued,
trying her best to sound as calm as possible, like her situation was nothing to her. But can
that's a lie, it was a big deal for her and him, but mostly her. WHY DID THIS HAVE TO
HAPPEN TO HER? "I need to," hiccup. "tell you," hiccup. "some--" hiccup. "thing very
important," hiccup. Syaoran held back laughs. He nodded and regained his concerned
face. She shut her eyes and slightly burying her face in his shirt. "I," hiccup. "I mean, you
remember a," hiccup. "while back?" Syaoran nodded, knowing she couldn't see him do
so. Now, everything was being put together in his mind, like a puzzle.. he knew what was
coming next-- "I'm," hiccup. Here it comes.. "pregnant," hiccup, hiccup, sob.
"Wait, Meiling, your kidding.." his voice trailed off. He knew she wasn't kidding,
she wouldn't kid about something like that. A sudden jolt of happiness rushed through
him, as his arms wrapped around her and held her close while she sobbed quietly,
dampening his shirt now. "I'm a father.. Mei, your a mother!" She sobbed louder and
Syaoran blinked.
"I DON'T WANT TO BE A MOTHER, SYAORAN," she became hysterical now.
She seemed like a baby who needed it's bottle. "I can't, Syaoran, I really can't," Syaoran
held her closer to himself, as if she was a baby, a baby girl.. Why was he suddenly
thinking of his Meiling as a baby.. No, she was just his girl, his girl.
"Why, Mei?"
"I'm nineteen, I'm not going to be a mother when I'm nineteen, Syaoran.." Oh god,
why did she have to have a point? They were still young.. still wild and young. WHY
DID THEY HAVE TO DO THAT EARLIER? He couldn't even remember what had
happened.. maybe he was drunk.
"I don't want this baby."
"Did you see the doctor already?"
"I did and I," she turned her thoughts around to hate.. Wasn't this his fault? Wasn't
he the one who started this all? She wanted to hate him for it, because in her eyes he
brought his baby into her life.. their life.. but this was her problem, right? "Syaoran, my
god, why?!" Syaoran was startled by the sudden scream. He went through his mind for an
explanation..
"I'm sorry, Meiling," his happiness was now drowned in Meiling's mixture of hate
and depression. He felt terrible. And the question still remained: why? Another thought:
He wanted to be a father for a long time, and they were nineteen, but did the age matter?
Was Meiling never wanting the responsibility of being a mother? He never asked her
that.. ever..
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After Note:
Heyo. Enjoy? Confessions are upsetting, I think.. Please be a kind little reader and review
my fiction? No flames. I hat flames. I'll die or go hysterical if I get flames, so no flames..