Trying to Cheat Fate
By: Xiao-chan
Author's Notes.
Hey everyone. I'm Xiao your author for this lovely fiction. I'm hoping you're enjoying it, because I'm getting some very wonderful reviews. I'm in an envy list! All hail me. No, I'm kidding. Anyway, that 's enough pointless ranting for now. Continuing on!
Oh! One more thing.. I felt like tossing another character into this place, even if I said they weren't going to be in the fiction before.. I also tossed their personality and "relationship" (no.. not like romantic relationship!) on the show away, and changed it.
I don't own CCS, okay? Thank you, and don't sue me.
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Chapter Nine: Letters From Someone.
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"See you, Syaoran," Meiling said as her hand made contact with the doorknob of the front door. She gently twisted it and pushed at the same time. It opened without hesitation, and she made her way outside, pulling the hood of her coat over her head, and quietly buttoning the front of it.
She made her way to the park, and took a glance around to see if anyone had been there. She sighed in relief, realizing that this park held no one, considering the rainy weather that had been going on. She took a seat on a bench underneath a tree, happy that it wasn't that damp.
"It's nice to see a fimiliar face," she heard someone say to her. The person had set his hand on her shoulder. Meiling didn't bother to look up, she knew who it was. He stared at her. "You missed the last appointment and I didn't get a call about it, is something wrong, Meiling?"
"No."
"Are you sure? You can tell me, I'm here to help."
"Nothing is wrong."
"Something bad happen at your house? By the way, do you mind if I take that seat next to you?"
"Nothing happened, Hiiragizawa."
He took the seat next to her, taking off his glasses before rubbing them against a cloth that he had taken out of his pocket. "You're upset, though."
"I am not upset."
"Meiling…"
"Leave me alone."
"You know that I can't do that."
"If I say something besides 'no' will you leave me alone?"
"Yes, I will."
"Fine," she took a glance at Eriol before turning her gaze back onto her shoes. She leaned back against the bench and placed her hands inside her pockets. Eriol quietly waited for her responce, gently places his elbows on his knees, and placing his face to rest in his hands. His gaze was set on her. Meiling shut her eyes.
"He," she coughed lightly, lowering her voice. "I.. Eriol, I can't tell you."
"Why not, Meiling?"
"I.. don't want to."
"Are you sure.. Can you just give me a general thought? Meiling?"
"He," she moved somewhat in her seat, feeling uncomfortable. She began to explain everything that happened, not in exclusive detail but in a general manner to just let him know what was going on her life. She placed her elbows on her knees as well and burried her face in her hands, slightly crying. Eriol sat up, placing his hands in his pockets.
"I don't want to talk about it, anymore, though." Meiling finally whispered. Eriol nodded, placing a hand on her shoulder. She sighed, and sat up, looking at him. He smiled lightly, nodding.
"You know, Meiling, that you can tell me anything you want. I'm here to listen to you, so if you ever need anyone to talk to, I'll be there. Just call me, all right?" Meiling nodded, standing up, and thanking him. He nodded back in return, pushing the rims of his glasses back up and stood as well. She thanked him once again and began to walk back in the direction she came, towards her and Syaoran's house. She opened the door, and slipped her shoes off.
"I'm back, Syaoran," Meiling said, walking down the hallway to their bedroom. She slipped off her rain coat, placing it on a hanger and slipping it back into the closet. She turned to walk back out of the bedroom. but spotted Syaoran sitting on the bed, leaning against the pillows. He had a notebook placing on his lap, a midnight black pen placed between the fingers in his right hand. He took a glance at her, smiling.
"Welcome back, Mei." He turned the page and began to write again. Meiling laid herself on the bed, her elbows on the covers, and her face placed in her hands. He smiled at her, continuing to write things on the paper in the notebook.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm just scribbling some things."
"Can I see?"
"Not until it's finished."
"Why?"
"Because.. I want to finish it first, or it won't make sense when you read it." He took a glance up at her a smiled, then looking back down at the paper, continuing to write.
"Aw, Syaoran!" He looked up as she tackled him down, reaching for the notebook that Syaoran had been writing in. He smirked, and held it out at arms length over the ground. Meiling reached for it, but failed to grab it. She took a look at him, then reached again, this time, grabbing onto him and falling off the bed, pulling him along with her. The instant Meiling let go of him, he jumped up and ran out of the room, hiding the notebook before Meiling could see where. He came back in and looked down at the Meiling who lay on the floor near his feet. He extended a hand to her. She took and pulled herself up on her feet, and took a glance out into the hallway.
"You're playing games with me, aren't you, Syaoran?"
"Not techinally, but if you want to play games, we will."
"What kind of games?"
"Not speed."
Meiling snickered quietly. "No. Not that one." She took a glance at the door. "All right, Syaoran, I have a game for you." She moved back from him and moved to the door, still arms length from him. "How about," she paused and looked around, then walked to the door, grabbing the door knob. "Hide and seek? I hide, you seek." She shut the door, and walked down the hallway.
"Eh..? Hide and seek?"
"COUNT, SYAORAN!"
"Fine, fine! 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. 7.. 8.. 9.. 10." he sat himself on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes, counting aloud.
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"All right, it has to be here somewhere," Meiling mumbled, searching the front room for the notebook that Syaoran had used earlier. She ran her hand under the cushions that were on the couch, finding nothing in return though. She groaned.
"Ready or not, here I come!" At that, Meiling frantically searched for a place to hide. She looked behind the couch and quickly jumped behind it, laying down between the wall and the back of the couch. She ran her hand underneath it, just to make sure the notebook wasn't there. Her fingers gently tapped against something, she quietly grasped it and pulled it out from it's place. She looked at it, it was a darkened green folder. She opened it to find a bunch of worn papers and envolopes between the flaps.
"Meiling?" Syaoran questioned, looking down at her. "What's that?"
"I don't know," she stood up, still looking at the contents in th folder that she held in her hands. She crawled back over and sat down on one of the cushions, her eyes transfixed on the letters. She finally pulled one out and began to read aloud to Syaoran, who took a sea next to her.
"Dear Syaoran Li,
I'm so happy that I found someone to write to me. This is turning out to be so much fun! Having a penpal is so cool. By the way, my name is Sakura Kinomoto, and I'm ten years old. And you know I live in Japan (obviously, that's how you sent me the first letter.) I attend Tomoeda Elementary. Let's see.. what else can I put about myself? I have a father named Fujitaka Kinomoto, my mother, Nadeshiko Kinomoto, died when I was three years old, and I have one older brother named Touya Kinomoto (He goes to the high school.). That's all I can think of right now, so what about you? What is life like in Hong Kong? Do you have any siblings? I read in the last letter you sent me that you had to cut your writing short because Meiling wanted you to do something with her, so who is Meiling? I got to go now, since I can't think of anything else to write, but please respond as soon as you can. I'll be waiting for your letter!
Forever,
Sakura Kinomoto."
"Letters, Syaoran?"
"Yeah, those were from when we were around ten years old. I don't know if you knew I had a penpal or not." Meiling took a glance at him and pulled one of the opened envolopes out of the pocket in the folder, examinging it.
"It's her address? Do you think she still lives there?"
"I doubt it."
"It'd be cool to write to her again!"
"Eh.. Do what you want, Meiling."
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After Note:
TOOK FOREVER! Wee.. I really had fun writing that chapter. The only down fall? It's actually kind of short, but that's okay! Quality over quantity? Heehee. So, if you're liking what you are reading, how about you review? I'll love you if you review! So, stay tuned for the next chapter.. I bet you that it will come sooner this this one did! Until then.. Um.. Okay, I don't know. Review now!
By: Xiao-chan
Author's Notes.
Hey everyone. I'm Xiao your author for this lovely fiction. I'm hoping you're enjoying it, because I'm getting some very wonderful reviews. I'm in an envy list! All hail me. No, I'm kidding. Anyway, that 's enough pointless ranting for now. Continuing on!
Oh! One more thing.. I felt like tossing another character into this place, even if I said they weren't going to be in the fiction before.. I also tossed their personality and "relationship" (no.. not like romantic relationship!) on the show away, and changed it.
I don't own CCS, okay? Thank you, and don't sue me.
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Chapter Nine: Letters From Someone.
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"See you, Syaoran," Meiling said as her hand made contact with the doorknob of the front door. She gently twisted it and pushed at the same time. It opened without hesitation, and she made her way outside, pulling the hood of her coat over her head, and quietly buttoning the front of it.
She made her way to the park, and took a glance around to see if anyone had been there. She sighed in relief, realizing that this park held no one, considering the rainy weather that had been going on. She took a seat on a bench underneath a tree, happy that it wasn't that damp.
"It's nice to see a fimiliar face," she heard someone say to her. The person had set his hand on her shoulder. Meiling didn't bother to look up, she knew who it was. He stared at her. "You missed the last appointment and I didn't get a call about it, is something wrong, Meiling?"
"No."
"Are you sure? You can tell me, I'm here to help."
"Nothing is wrong."
"Something bad happen at your house? By the way, do you mind if I take that seat next to you?"
"Nothing happened, Hiiragizawa."
He took the seat next to her, taking off his glasses before rubbing them against a cloth that he had taken out of his pocket. "You're upset, though."
"I am not upset."
"Meiling…"
"Leave me alone."
"You know that I can't do that."
"If I say something besides 'no' will you leave me alone?"
"Yes, I will."
"Fine," she took a glance at Eriol before turning her gaze back onto her shoes. She leaned back against the bench and placed her hands inside her pockets. Eriol quietly waited for her responce, gently places his elbows on his knees, and placing his face to rest in his hands. His gaze was set on her. Meiling shut her eyes.
"He," she coughed lightly, lowering her voice. "I.. Eriol, I can't tell you."
"Why not, Meiling?"
"I.. don't want to."
"Are you sure.. Can you just give me a general thought? Meiling?"
"He," she moved somewhat in her seat, feeling uncomfortable. She began to explain everything that happened, not in exclusive detail but in a general manner to just let him know what was going on her life. She placed her elbows on her knees as well and burried her face in her hands, slightly crying. Eriol sat up, placing his hands in his pockets.
"I don't want to talk about it, anymore, though." Meiling finally whispered. Eriol nodded, placing a hand on her shoulder. She sighed, and sat up, looking at him. He smiled lightly, nodding.
"You know, Meiling, that you can tell me anything you want. I'm here to listen to you, so if you ever need anyone to talk to, I'll be there. Just call me, all right?" Meiling nodded, standing up, and thanking him. He nodded back in return, pushing the rims of his glasses back up and stood as well. She thanked him once again and began to walk back in the direction she came, towards her and Syaoran's house. She opened the door, and slipped her shoes off.
"I'm back, Syaoran," Meiling said, walking down the hallway to their bedroom. She slipped off her rain coat, placing it on a hanger and slipping it back into the closet. She turned to walk back out of the bedroom. but spotted Syaoran sitting on the bed, leaning against the pillows. He had a notebook placing on his lap, a midnight black pen placed between the fingers in his right hand. He took a glance at her, smiling.
"Welcome back, Mei." He turned the page and began to write again. Meiling laid herself on the bed, her elbows on the covers, and her face placed in her hands. He smiled at her, continuing to write things on the paper in the notebook.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm just scribbling some things."
"Can I see?"
"Not until it's finished."
"Why?"
"Because.. I want to finish it first, or it won't make sense when you read it." He took a glance up at her a smiled, then looking back down at the paper, continuing to write.
"Aw, Syaoran!" He looked up as she tackled him down, reaching for the notebook that Syaoran had been writing in. He smirked, and held it out at arms length over the ground. Meiling reached for it, but failed to grab it. She took a look at him, then reached again, this time, grabbing onto him and falling off the bed, pulling him along with her. The instant Meiling let go of him, he jumped up and ran out of the room, hiding the notebook before Meiling could see where. He came back in and looked down at the Meiling who lay on the floor near his feet. He extended a hand to her. She took and pulled herself up on her feet, and took a glance out into the hallway.
"You're playing games with me, aren't you, Syaoran?"
"Not techinally, but if you want to play games, we will."
"What kind of games?"
"Not speed."
Meiling snickered quietly. "No. Not that one." She took a glance at the door. "All right, Syaoran, I have a game for you." She moved back from him and moved to the door, still arms length from him. "How about," she paused and looked around, then walked to the door, grabbing the door knob. "Hide and seek? I hide, you seek." She shut the door, and walked down the hallway.
"Eh..? Hide and seek?"
"COUNT, SYAORAN!"
"Fine, fine! 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. 7.. 8.. 9.. 10." he sat himself on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes, counting aloud.
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"All right, it has to be here somewhere," Meiling mumbled, searching the front room for the notebook that Syaoran had used earlier. She ran her hand under the cushions that were on the couch, finding nothing in return though. She groaned.
"Ready or not, here I come!" At that, Meiling frantically searched for a place to hide. She looked behind the couch and quickly jumped behind it, laying down between the wall and the back of the couch. She ran her hand underneath it, just to make sure the notebook wasn't there. Her fingers gently tapped against something, she quietly grasped it and pulled it out from it's place. She looked at it, it was a darkened green folder. She opened it to find a bunch of worn papers and envolopes between the flaps.
"Meiling?" Syaoran questioned, looking down at her. "What's that?"
"I don't know," she stood up, still looking at the contents in th folder that she held in her hands. She crawled back over and sat down on one of the cushions, her eyes transfixed on the letters. She finally pulled one out and began to read aloud to Syaoran, who took a sea next to her.
"Dear Syaoran Li,
I'm so happy that I found someone to write to me. This is turning out to be so much fun! Having a penpal is so cool. By the way, my name is Sakura Kinomoto, and I'm ten years old. And you know I live in Japan (obviously, that's how you sent me the first letter.) I attend Tomoeda Elementary. Let's see.. what else can I put about myself? I have a father named Fujitaka Kinomoto, my mother, Nadeshiko Kinomoto, died when I was three years old, and I have one older brother named Touya Kinomoto (He goes to the high school.). That's all I can think of right now, so what about you? What is life like in Hong Kong? Do you have any siblings? I read in the last letter you sent me that you had to cut your writing short because Meiling wanted you to do something with her, so who is Meiling? I got to go now, since I can't think of anything else to write, but please respond as soon as you can. I'll be waiting for your letter!
Forever,
Sakura Kinomoto."
"Letters, Syaoran?"
"Yeah, those were from when we were around ten years old. I don't know if you knew I had a penpal or not." Meiling took a glance at him and pulled one of the opened envolopes out of the pocket in the folder, examinging it.
"It's her address? Do you think she still lives there?"
"I doubt it."
"It'd be cool to write to her again!"
"Eh.. Do what you want, Meiling."
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After Note:
TOOK FOREVER! Wee.. I really had fun writing that chapter. The only down fall? It's actually kind of short, but that's okay! Quality over quantity? Heehee. So, if you're liking what you are reading, how about you review? I'll love you if you review! So, stay tuned for the next chapter.. I bet you that it will come sooner this this one did! Until then.. Um.. Okay, I don't know. Review now!