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Chapter 5 - Big trouble, in little China
He glanced her way and frowned. "What is he doing staying at your house, Tomoyo?" he asked, in a deep, cautious voice. Rain began to pour against the window, blocking the view of the road ahead. Syaoran turned on the windshield wipers and glanced once again at the girl sitting quietly beside him.
Tomoyo sighed. She felt guilty for going against Eriol like that. Of course, he wasn't alone, but Tomoyo felt a pang in her heart when she saw the look in his face. She saw guilt there, as if regretting of not telling her about the reason why he was in Japan in the first place. Doesn't he trust her enough to tell her? After all, they were friends, despite the lack of closeness they had. "He just came for a visit, Syaoran."
"Just for a visit, Tomoyo-san? What if he used magic to hurt you or-" He stopped when he noticed Tomoyo turned her head roughly at him. Her face wrinkled into anger, a face he has never seen before on her beautiful features.
"Enough, Syaoran-kun! He did not come here to hurt me in any way. Stop assuming that!" She folded her arms across her chest and turned her head away from him to face the window to her right.
Syaoran's eyes widened and turned his head to the road ahead. "I've never seen you like this. Why are you defending him, Tomoyo?"
Tomoyo frowned and said nothing.
Giving up, Syaoran closed his mouth shut and continued driving to the airport.
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"I told you this was not a good idea!" She paced back and forth, glancing once and a while at the young man sitting on the couch. "Why did we come here, Master? I thought he was here?"
Eriol closed his eyes and frowned. "I thought so too."
"Well, it is obvious that the man we are looking for is in China. So, we have to go there and help Sakura and the others." Spinel sighed and flew from his spot on the couch, then landed softly on Eriol's shoulder. "Eriol-sama, what did the man tell you?"
The blue haired man sighed. "I'd rather not talk about it right now, but we need to get to China before they do." He glanced at his two loyal creations and nodded. "Let's go."
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It was far too long ago that he remembered that night in a rainy England. Although it was a year ago, Eriol could still reminisce the time he and Kaho proved their love for each other. It was something he could never forget, however, their night was interrupted when a large sphere fell from the skies, landing gradually on the wet cement. Eriol felt the power and the overwhelming rage inside this sphere. With no heed of warning, Kaho began to die slowly in his arms. It seems Kaho knew where she was heading as she gave him a comforting smile, before completely leaving him forever. It wasn't until the next day did the sphere finally opened, revealing a figure Eriol has not seen for centuries. He was the walking plague that wreaked the Earth, the one who destroyed Clow Reed and his people, the disease that consumed the world. Eriol felt his nightmares had come true, the ones that punctured his wounds much deeper. He still did not understand what this man has against Clow Reed, but he had a feeling that this man will stop at nothing to take revenge on him.
Eriol contemplated on these thoughts as he sat on a seat in the Tokyo Airline. It has been several hours now and soon they will be landing in China. The busy streets filled Eriol's senses, almost to the brink of a headache. The noise mostly got on his nerves and people around him, talking mostly in Chinese sometimes bumped into him and apologized to him in Chinese. Obviously, people thought this young man was Chinese himself. Beside him, trotted Nakuru and inside her shoulder bag, soundlessly fast asleep, was Spinel. They reached outside as fast as thirty seconds, dodging through people without breaking a sweat and soon made it out of the airport. Eriol lead the way and stopped at the lineup of people as they waited for their rides, while Nakuru followed every move her master made. The young master lifted up his hand at the first sign of a blue taxi and it immediately stopped in front of them. Eriol sat at the back, giving Nakuru a chance to sit at the front. He warned her about not speaking to Spinel during the ride before they got in and Nakuru, with a quick roll of her eyes, nodded in response.
The ride did not take long. Eriol knew where he was going and that was one thing he was thankful of for being a sorcerer. Other than that, Eriol did not enjoy being one. No one knew, but the magic itself was eating away at his soul, consuming the very insides of his mind. Eriol's growth spurt had stopped by the time he reached maturity at sixteen and he stayed the height of at least six foot two. His voice was much deeper and the magic inside him was making him feel older than eighteen. It made him weary and he kept losing his concentration during classes in college. He was growing impatient, angry and almost losing his appetite. The magic itself had made him sinful and changing him into someone else he was not known to be. His thoughts were later interrupted, when the taxi suddenly stopped and the voice of Nakuru startling him.
"Master? Is this the house?" Nakuru asked, turning her head slightly towards him.
Eriol blinked and looked up through the front of the window. Without doubts and hesitations, the young sorcerer nodded. "Yes, that is it. I know because-" He stopped himself short when he realized he could not reveal his magical abilities to the taxi driver. "Syaoran told us, Nakuru, remember?"
Nakuru glanced at him and nodded. "Okay." She glanced at the driver and winked at him. "Thanks, sweetheart!"
Eriol glanced at the taxi driver. He was pretty young, maybe in his early twenties and had a black eye. He was somewhat scrawny, but not too bony and wore a white striped shirt that looked too big for him. Underneath his large, white cap was dark hair dyed too brown. Eriol realized that Nakuru only realized that this young man was somewhat, handsome and immediately gave him a kiss on the cheek. The young sorcerer rolled his eyes and fished inside his pocket.
"How much do we owe you?" he asked remembering one question in his mind during Chinese schooling, with his best Chinese language.
The driver blushed after Nakuru's intimacy and glanced over his shoulder at his tall passenger. He answered a large amount of money in his language. Eriol's eyes widened and frowned. "That is too much," he replied.
The driver shrugged. He made a comment on how he needed the money for his family. Eriol arched an eyebrow suspiciously and shook his head, giving the driver the most intimidating look. Nakuru looked at the driver and smiled. "How about I give you my phone number and we can have a little date?" She winked at him.
The driver blushed. Although he did no understand it, Nakuru's hand on his lap made him understand completely on what she said. He said nothing and cleared his throat. He glanced at the rearview mirror and nodded, speaking in Chinese a different amount, something much smaller. Satisfied, Eriol handed him two-thousand yen and opened the door. Thanking him for his service, he hopped out of the car and closed the door behind him, closely followed by Nakuru. The driver began to back out of the driveway. Eriol glanced at Nakuru and noticing that she didn't have the shoulder bag with her, stared at her wide eyed.
"Where is your bag, Nakuru?" he asked, shocked.
Nakuru checked herself and glanced at Eriol in surprise. She turned her head around and left Eriol alone to run as fast as she could after the taxi.
"Wait! Wait! I forgot my bag!!!!!" she yelled after him.
Eriol stared at the house in front of him and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
- You'll never be able to stop me, Eriol, if that's what you're thinking!
The same voice hissed in his head. Eriol shook his head and frowned. "That's exactly what I intend to do, Jiro. You leave my friend alone and you won' get hurt."
- My, my, I had no idea you were so sensitive! Hah! That is a laugh! Eriol, or should I say... Clow Reed... how are you going to stop me now that I have completely taken her away from you?
The young man's eyes widened. "No..." he murmured.
- Yesssss.....!
Eriol ran to the doorstep and grabbed the knob as hard as he could. He twisted it with as much strength, but it was to no avail. He backed away an inch, attempting the only possible way he could open the door and placed a calm hand upon the door. He closed his eyes and concentrated.
- It won't work, Hiragizawa! The house itself it protected by my magic so your magic is useless here!
Eriol stopped short and opened his eyes. He gritted his teeth in annoyance. "You bastard....!" He whispered to himself. Behind him, he heard a car park in the driveway. The young man turned and noticed the car engine stop. Both the passenger door and the driver door opened, then stepped out two familiar faces.
"What the hell are you doing here, Hiragizawa?!" Syaoran yelped, closing the door behind him as hard as he could to express his anger. He hastily began to pace towards him, clenching his fists at his sides, ready to strike the man dead, but Tomoyo had pressed a hand on his shoulder just in time to stop him. As if on impulse, Syaoran stopped and glanced back at Tomoyo.
"Please, Syaoran, not here, not now. I need to see, Sakura-san." She walked pass him and strolled towards the front door as both men stared after her. When she made it there, she quickly took a quick look at Eriol before he could speak and twisted the door open. Surprised, Tomoyo gazed at Eriol in confusion, then tried to open it again. Still, it was to no avail. The door would simply not budge. "What's going on, Erio-kun? Did you do something to the door?" She turned angrily towards him and planted both her fists on her waists. "You have to start telling me, Eriol-kun... what are you hiding? Why are you using your magic to lock this door?"
Eriol frowned. Tomoyo was somewhat surprised that the man before him was capable of frowning. "I did no such thing, Tomoyo-san." He nodded towards the door. "I can't open it myself because someone else had sealed this house shut of its doors. If you don't believe me, since you are the only person that I have ever trusted since I came back in Japan, then I guess there was no point for me in coming here. However..." He took a deep breath. "Sakura is in trouble and we both know that we all want to help her out. So, if you would kindly just step aside, maybe I can try again to open the door." He glanced at Syaoran, to see if he could try anything to stop him from going in. He didn't. He just stood there, helpless because of Tomoyo.
Tomoyo said nothing, mezmerised by his words. He trusted her? But because of her misunderstanding, he had stopped his trust on her. Tomoyo smacked herself mentally in her head and paid attention to the tall man stepping back in front of the door. His arm brushed against hers, sending a chill down her spine. The raven-haired girl stepped back a few inches from behind him and watched him do his works. Eriol once again closed his eyes to try to unlock the door from the inside.
- That's very smart to make a girl feel good about herself. Hey, Eriol? Have you had her yet? I mean, come on! She's very attractive, don't you think? Take a good look at her, Eriol. Tell me what she is to you compared to Kaho, hm?
Eriol's hand slipped off the knob. He gritted his teeth in frustration and closed his eyes to stop the anger in his mind. He glanced back at Tomoyo.
- That's right, Eriol. Take a good look at her, because that will be the last time you'll be able to see her!
Suddenly, a mass of smoke surrounded the two. The door abruptly opened, startling Eriol and Tomoyo, then an invinsible force pushed the two inside. Syaoran ran to the door and slammed his hands down repeatedly. "Tomoyo! Tomoyo!" he screamed her name. In panic, Syaoran tried to open the door with his foot, but it was just worthless. After a couple more tries, Syaoran became tired and beaten. He had no choice but to stay here and wait until, hopefully, they come out.
"MASTER!" Syaoran glanced to his left and noticed Nakuru and a real formed Spinel running towards him. They pushed Syaoran out of the way and knocked frantically on the door.
"It's useless. Something pushed them both inside and I can't open the door," Syaoran spoke. Nakuru and Spinel glanced at him and frowned, then looked at each other.
"This is definitely not good," Spinel said.
"What's not good? What's going to happen to them?" Syaoran asked.
Nakuru glared at him. "NOTHING!" she hissed. "It's none of your business."
Syaoran frowned. "Of course it's my business. Sakura and Tomoyo are both in there and I don't know what's going to happen to them!" He pointed inside the house and glared back at Nakuru. It was obvious to him that Nakuru still hasn't forgiven him after what he did to Eriol. "What. Is. Going. On?"
Spinel sighed. "It's a long story."
"Then make it short," Syaoran demanded.
GoodGurl: OOOOOOHHHH this is getting good.... Hm... wonder what happened to Eriol and Tomoyo? Want to know? Well, you'll have to see and find out for yourself! See ya!
Chapter 5 - Big trouble, in little China
He glanced her way and frowned. "What is he doing staying at your house, Tomoyo?" he asked, in a deep, cautious voice. Rain began to pour against the window, blocking the view of the road ahead. Syaoran turned on the windshield wipers and glanced once again at the girl sitting quietly beside him.
Tomoyo sighed. She felt guilty for going against Eriol like that. Of course, he wasn't alone, but Tomoyo felt a pang in her heart when she saw the look in his face. She saw guilt there, as if regretting of not telling her about the reason why he was in Japan in the first place. Doesn't he trust her enough to tell her? After all, they were friends, despite the lack of closeness they had. "He just came for a visit, Syaoran."
"Just for a visit, Tomoyo-san? What if he used magic to hurt you or-" He stopped when he noticed Tomoyo turned her head roughly at him. Her face wrinkled into anger, a face he has never seen before on her beautiful features.
"Enough, Syaoran-kun! He did not come here to hurt me in any way. Stop assuming that!" She folded her arms across her chest and turned her head away from him to face the window to her right.
Syaoran's eyes widened and turned his head to the road ahead. "I've never seen you like this. Why are you defending him, Tomoyo?"
Tomoyo frowned and said nothing.
Giving up, Syaoran closed his mouth shut and continued driving to the airport.
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"I told you this was not a good idea!" She paced back and forth, glancing once and a while at the young man sitting on the couch. "Why did we come here, Master? I thought he was here?"
Eriol closed his eyes and frowned. "I thought so too."
"Well, it is obvious that the man we are looking for is in China. So, we have to go there and help Sakura and the others." Spinel sighed and flew from his spot on the couch, then landed softly on Eriol's shoulder. "Eriol-sama, what did the man tell you?"
The blue haired man sighed. "I'd rather not talk about it right now, but we need to get to China before they do." He glanced at his two loyal creations and nodded. "Let's go."
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It was far too long ago that he remembered that night in a rainy England. Although it was a year ago, Eriol could still reminisce the time he and Kaho proved their love for each other. It was something he could never forget, however, their night was interrupted when a large sphere fell from the skies, landing gradually on the wet cement. Eriol felt the power and the overwhelming rage inside this sphere. With no heed of warning, Kaho began to die slowly in his arms. It seems Kaho knew where she was heading as she gave him a comforting smile, before completely leaving him forever. It wasn't until the next day did the sphere finally opened, revealing a figure Eriol has not seen for centuries. He was the walking plague that wreaked the Earth, the one who destroyed Clow Reed and his people, the disease that consumed the world. Eriol felt his nightmares had come true, the ones that punctured his wounds much deeper. He still did not understand what this man has against Clow Reed, but he had a feeling that this man will stop at nothing to take revenge on him.
Eriol contemplated on these thoughts as he sat on a seat in the Tokyo Airline. It has been several hours now and soon they will be landing in China. The busy streets filled Eriol's senses, almost to the brink of a headache. The noise mostly got on his nerves and people around him, talking mostly in Chinese sometimes bumped into him and apologized to him in Chinese. Obviously, people thought this young man was Chinese himself. Beside him, trotted Nakuru and inside her shoulder bag, soundlessly fast asleep, was Spinel. They reached outside as fast as thirty seconds, dodging through people without breaking a sweat and soon made it out of the airport. Eriol lead the way and stopped at the lineup of people as they waited for their rides, while Nakuru followed every move her master made. The young master lifted up his hand at the first sign of a blue taxi and it immediately stopped in front of them. Eriol sat at the back, giving Nakuru a chance to sit at the front. He warned her about not speaking to Spinel during the ride before they got in and Nakuru, with a quick roll of her eyes, nodded in response.
The ride did not take long. Eriol knew where he was going and that was one thing he was thankful of for being a sorcerer. Other than that, Eriol did not enjoy being one. No one knew, but the magic itself was eating away at his soul, consuming the very insides of his mind. Eriol's growth spurt had stopped by the time he reached maturity at sixteen and he stayed the height of at least six foot two. His voice was much deeper and the magic inside him was making him feel older than eighteen. It made him weary and he kept losing his concentration during classes in college. He was growing impatient, angry and almost losing his appetite. The magic itself had made him sinful and changing him into someone else he was not known to be. His thoughts were later interrupted, when the taxi suddenly stopped and the voice of Nakuru startling him.
"Master? Is this the house?" Nakuru asked, turning her head slightly towards him.
Eriol blinked and looked up through the front of the window. Without doubts and hesitations, the young sorcerer nodded. "Yes, that is it. I know because-" He stopped himself short when he realized he could not reveal his magical abilities to the taxi driver. "Syaoran told us, Nakuru, remember?"
Nakuru glanced at him and nodded. "Okay." She glanced at the driver and winked at him. "Thanks, sweetheart!"
Eriol glanced at the taxi driver. He was pretty young, maybe in his early twenties and had a black eye. He was somewhat scrawny, but not too bony and wore a white striped shirt that looked too big for him. Underneath his large, white cap was dark hair dyed too brown. Eriol realized that Nakuru only realized that this young man was somewhat, handsome and immediately gave him a kiss on the cheek. The young sorcerer rolled his eyes and fished inside his pocket.
"How much do we owe you?" he asked remembering one question in his mind during Chinese schooling, with his best Chinese language.
The driver blushed after Nakuru's intimacy and glanced over his shoulder at his tall passenger. He answered a large amount of money in his language. Eriol's eyes widened and frowned. "That is too much," he replied.
The driver shrugged. He made a comment on how he needed the money for his family. Eriol arched an eyebrow suspiciously and shook his head, giving the driver the most intimidating look. Nakuru looked at the driver and smiled. "How about I give you my phone number and we can have a little date?" She winked at him.
The driver blushed. Although he did no understand it, Nakuru's hand on his lap made him understand completely on what she said. He said nothing and cleared his throat. He glanced at the rearview mirror and nodded, speaking in Chinese a different amount, something much smaller. Satisfied, Eriol handed him two-thousand yen and opened the door. Thanking him for his service, he hopped out of the car and closed the door behind him, closely followed by Nakuru. The driver began to back out of the driveway. Eriol glanced at Nakuru and noticing that she didn't have the shoulder bag with her, stared at her wide eyed.
"Where is your bag, Nakuru?" he asked, shocked.
Nakuru checked herself and glanced at Eriol in surprise. She turned her head around and left Eriol alone to run as fast as she could after the taxi.
"Wait! Wait! I forgot my bag!!!!!" she yelled after him.
Eriol stared at the house in front of him and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
- You'll never be able to stop me, Eriol, if that's what you're thinking!
The same voice hissed in his head. Eriol shook his head and frowned. "That's exactly what I intend to do, Jiro. You leave my friend alone and you won' get hurt."
- My, my, I had no idea you were so sensitive! Hah! That is a laugh! Eriol, or should I say... Clow Reed... how are you going to stop me now that I have completely taken her away from you?
The young man's eyes widened. "No..." he murmured.
- Yesssss.....!
Eriol ran to the doorstep and grabbed the knob as hard as he could. He twisted it with as much strength, but it was to no avail. He backed away an inch, attempting the only possible way he could open the door and placed a calm hand upon the door. He closed his eyes and concentrated.
- It won't work, Hiragizawa! The house itself it protected by my magic so your magic is useless here!
Eriol stopped short and opened his eyes. He gritted his teeth in annoyance. "You bastard....!" He whispered to himself. Behind him, he heard a car park in the driveway. The young man turned and noticed the car engine stop. Both the passenger door and the driver door opened, then stepped out two familiar faces.
"What the hell are you doing here, Hiragizawa?!" Syaoran yelped, closing the door behind him as hard as he could to express his anger. He hastily began to pace towards him, clenching his fists at his sides, ready to strike the man dead, but Tomoyo had pressed a hand on his shoulder just in time to stop him. As if on impulse, Syaoran stopped and glanced back at Tomoyo.
"Please, Syaoran, not here, not now. I need to see, Sakura-san." She walked pass him and strolled towards the front door as both men stared after her. When she made it there, she quickly took a quick look at Eriol before he could speak and twisted the door open. Surprised, Tomoyo gazed at Eriol in confusion, then tried to open it again. Still, it was to no avail. The door would simply not budge. "What's going on, Erio-kun? Did you do something to the door?" She turned angrily towards him and planted both her fists on her waists. "You have to start telling me, Eriol-kun... what are you hiding? Why are you using your magic to lock this door?"
Eriol frowned. Tomoyo was somewhat surprised that the man before him was capable of frowning. "I did no such thing, Tomoyo-san." He nodded towards the door. "I can't open it myself because someone else had sealed this house shut of its doors. If you don't believe me, since you are the only person that I have ever trusted since I came back in Japan, then I guess there was no point for me in coming here. However..." He took a deep breath. "Sakura is in trouble and we both know that we all want to help her out. So, if you would kindly just step aside, maybe I can try again to open the door." He glanced at Syaoran, to see if he could try anything to stop him from going in. He didn't. He just stood there, helpless because of Tomoyo.
Tomoyo said nothing, mezmerised by his words. He trusted her? But because of her misunderstanding, he had stopped his trust on her. Tomoyo smacked herself mentally in her head and paid attention to the tall man stepping back in front of the door. His arm brushed against hers, sending a chill down her spine. The raven-haired girl stepped back a few inches from behind him and watched him do his works. Eriol once again closed his eyes to try to unlock the door from the inside.
- That's very smart to make a girl feel good about herself. Hey, Eriol? Have you had her yet? I mean, come on! She's very attractive, don't you think? Take a good look at her, Eriol. Tell me what she is to you compared to Kaho, hm?
Eriol's hand slipped off the knob. He gritted his teeth in frustration and closed his eyes to stop the anger in his mind. He glanced back at Tomoyo.
- That's right, Eriol. Take a good look at her, because that will be the last time you'll be able to see her!
Suddenly, a mass of smoke surrounded the two. The door abruptly opened, startling Eriol and Tomoyo, then an invinsible force pushed the two inside. Syaoran ran to the door and slammed his hands down repeatedly. "Tomoyo! Tomoyo!" he screamed her name. In panic, Syaoran tried to open the door with his foot, but it was just worthless. After a couple more tries, Syaoran became tired and beaten. He had no choice but to stay here and wait until, hopefully, they come out.
"MASTER!" Syaoran glanced to his left and noticed Nakuru and a real formed Spinel running towards him. They pushed Syaoran out of the way and knocked frantically on the door.
"It's useless. Something pushed them both inside and I can't open the door," Syaoran spoke. Nakuru and Spinel glanced at him and frowned, then looked at each other.
"This is definitely not good," Spinel said.
"What's not good? What's going to happen to them?" Syaoran asked.
Nakuru glared at him. "NOTHING!" she hissed. "It's none of your business."
Syaoran frowned. "Of course it's my business. Sakura and Tomoyo are both in there and I don't know what's going to happen to them!" He pointed inside the house and glared back at Nakuru. It was obvious to him that Nakuru still hasn't forgiven him after what he did to Eriol. "What. Is. Going. On?"
Spinel sighed. "It's a long story."
"Then make it short," Syaoran demanded.
GoodGurl: OOOOOOHHHH this is getting good.... Hm... wonder what happened to Eriol and Tomoyo? Want to know? Well, you'll have to see and find out for yourself! See ya!