Disclaimer: I have never and will never own CCS *sniff* So I do the next
best thing, borrow them =^_^=
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Summary of this story: ExT A shift of time, mumbo of jumbo. Meeting him and
adventure begins. I'm trying out a fic which is mixed with humor and angst.
I want to write better so kindly give me your support. ARIGATOU!!
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Fanny chan: Okie. I think that. I guess I nolonger need to think about this fic unless, by a pure miracle, someone would inspire me to write a sequel. Other than that, I doubt there would be no chance that I would continue on to the sequel. And that is sad coz'. well see why in the next chapter. Chibi Fanny: *sighs* Tomoyo: *reads next chapter and wails*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The End ~Fanny chan~ The battle begins, but the war soon ended ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Skin still tingly from fresh jolts of electricity, Tomoyo wearily peered through closed eyelids. Cool, crimson-blue eyes glared at her, piercing her mind, her body, her very soul.
She gasped, her eyes suddenly wide with fear. Those eyes- they say that eyes are the window to ones soul- then how could it be true then? How could a kind-hearted person be turned evil within a few moments? She sidled away from the approaching figure, shivering slightly as routes of escape disappear when her back pressed against the freezing dungeon wall.
She opened her mouth, but her throat was dry, too dry. Swallowing again and licking her chipped lips, she tried again.
"Wh. Who are you?"
"Why my dearest, how could you forget me in such a matter of short time?" Those red-blue eyes turned cat-like amber, completing the evil aura he radiated.
That voice. the voice which once used to carry such warmth, such concern was now a cold tone, reflecting no comfort, only emptiness. How? How?
Clasping her palm tightly over her ear, she shook her head, muttering 'no' over and over again, each time more disbelieving than the first.
"But it is true, Tomoyo dear. Why concern your pretty little head over such a trivial matter?" A sly smirk etched across his lips as he trapped Tomoyo within his arms.
A weak struggle came from Tomoyo, done half-heartedly.
The smirk merely grew as he tilted her head, her luscious lips now facing his own, her eyes moist with tears, tightly shut, thin trickles seeping from her eyelashes, her hand now laying limply by her sides.
"No struggle?" He asked, a mocking tone in his voice.
With painful slowness, he brushed his lips onto the weeping girl, backing away when he felt her returning the kiss.
Something in him snapped, as if someone gave him a good knock. He faltered, irises returning to those kind azures. Tomoyo opened her tear-stained eyes and for a moment, caught a glimpse at the vulnerability in them.
Nevertheless, as soon as it came, it disappeared without a trace.
"That will do fine, Eriol. Her existence in this world is meaningless. Who does she think she is, interfering with my plans?"
It was then that Tomoyo caught a perfect glimpse of Uncle Figuo. He was sinfully handsome, with long silvery hair tied into a rather loose ponytail, a clearly defined face and beautiful high cheekbones. One could easily mistaken him for a pretty female. However, the one thing which gave away his perfect beauty was the glowing red-green eyes. If under different circumstances, she could clearly have fallen for him hard, but that would be a mere fantasy, an optic illusion.
He gave her a charming grin, as if assuming her to be smitten and willing.
"Eriol, send her back." He gave nonchalant gesture with his long slender fingers and gaze away in which Eriol obeyed, just like a loyal puppet would have.
And so the final battle began, the one deciding factor which concludes the war.
Hopeful amethyst met cold crimson-blue. It was horrible, absolutely horrible. And with that, it finally started, the inevitable ending approaches.
Her mind now focused, her energy concentrated, she fired spells, one after another until she could no longer tell if it had been a fireball, a water blast, an electric bolt or a rock-steel boulder. Eriol swiftly evaded them all, having a sufficient amount of time to counter them lazily.
And worst, his attacks mostly hit their target. A scorching surge of heat graced her arm just as she dodged a speeding water blast.
She felt herself weakened dreadfully quick and the final blow came soon enough, she watched dazedly as the bolt zoomed towards her like an old- fashioned movie, moving so slowly that one would think time had taken a break and went for lunch.
As it hit her dead flat on her abdomen, she staggered back, the last of her energy gathering on her palm. It was similar to the first attack she had ever done, the beautiful white orb, so pretty yet so deadly.
It rocketed off her palm and, overcome with pain and fatigue, she sank to the floor. As the dust cleared, she stared in silent shock as a figure stood up, dusting himself before heading towards her.
"That's enough Tomoyo." A dark abyss accumulated on his palm, crackling with surges of dark force.
Too tired to run, she closed her eyes as his attack swallowed her, eating her up as she fall.
Falling.
Fell.
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Was this really the end?
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~Completed on: 19th January 2003~ ~Amended on: 1st February 2003~
Fanny chan: Okie. I think that. I guess I nolonger need to think about this fic unless, by a pure miracle, someone would inspire me to write a sequel. Other than that, I doubt there would be no chance that I would continue on to the sequel. And that is sad coz'. well see why in the next chapter. Chibi Fanny: *sighs* Tomoyo: *reads next chapter and wails*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The End ~Fanny chan~ The battle begins, but the war soon ended ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Skin still tingly from fresh jolts of electricity, Tomoyo wearily peered through closed eyelids. Cool, crimson-blue eyes glared at her, piercing her mind, her body, her very soul.
She gasped, her eyes suddenly wide with fear. Those eyes- they say that eyes are the window to ones soul- then how could it be true then? How could a kind-hearted person be turned evil within a few moments? She sidled away from the approaching figure, shivering slightly as routes of escape disappear when her back pressed against the freezing dungeon wall.
She opened her mouth, but her throat was dry, too dry. Swallowing again and licking her chipped lips, she tried again.
"Wh. Who are you?"
"Why my dearest, how could you forget me in such a matter of short time?" Those red-blue eyes turned cat-like amber, completing the evil aura he radiated.
That voice. the voice which once used to carry such warmth, such concern was now a cold tone, reflecting no comfort, only emptiness. How? How?
Clasping her palm tightly over her ear, she shook her head, muttering 'no' over and over again, each time more disbelieving than the first.
"But it is true, Tomoyo dear. Why concern your pretty little head over such a trivial matter?" A sly smirk etched across his lips as he trapped Tomoyo within his arms.
A weak struggle came from Tomoyo, done half-heartedly.
The smirk merely grew as he tilted her head, her luscious lips now facing his own, her eyes moist with tears, tightly shut, thin trickles seeping from her eyelashes, her hand now laying limply by her sides.
"No struggle?" He asked, a mocking tone in his voice.
With painful slowness, he brushed his lips onto the weeping girl, backing away when he felt her returning the kiss.
Something in him snapped, as if someone gave him a good knock. He faltered, irises returning to those kind azures. Tomoyo opened her tear-stained eyes and for a moment, caught a glimpse at the vulnerability in them.
Nevertheless, as soon as it came, it disappeared without a trace.
"That will do fine, Eriol. Her existence in this world is meaningless. Who does she think she is, interfering with my plans?"
It was then that Tomoyo caught a perfect glimpse of Uncle Figuo. He was sinfully handsome, with long silvery hair tied into a rather loose ponytail, a clearly defined face and beautiful high cheekbones. One could easily mistaken him for a pretty female. However, the one thing which gave away his perfect beauty was the glowing red-green eyes. If under different circumstances, she could clearly have fallen for him hard, but that would be a mere fantasy, an optic illusion.
He gave her a charming grin, as if assuming her to be smitten and willing.
"Eriol, send her back." He gave nonchalant gesture with his long slender fingers and gaze away in which Eriol obeyed, just like a loyal puppet would have.
And so the final battle began, the one deciding factor which concludes the war.
Hopeful amethyst met cold crimson-blue. It was horrible, absolutely horrible. And with that, it finally started, the inevitable ending approaches.
Her mind now focused, her energy concentrated, she fired spells, one after another until she could no longer tell if it had been a fireball, a water blast, an electric bolt or a rock-steel boulder. Eriol swiftly evaded them all, having a sufficient amount of time to counter them lazily.
And worst, his attacks mostly hit their target. A scorching surge of heat graced her arm just as she dodged a speeding water blast.
She felt herself weakened dreadfully quick and the final blow came soon enough, she watched dazedly as the bolt zoomed towards her like an old- fashioned movie, moving so slowly that one would think time had taken a break and went for lunch.
As it hit her dead flat on her abdomen, she staggered back, the last of her energy gathering on her palm. It was similar to the first attack she had ever done, the beautiful white orb, so pretty yet so deadly.
It rocketed off her palm and, overcome with pain and fatigue, she sank to the floor. As the dust cleared, she stared in silent shock as a figure stood up, dusting himself before heading towards her.
"That's enough Tomoyo." A dark abyss accumulated on his palm, crackling with surges of dark force.
Too tired to run, she closed her eyes as his attack swallowed her, eating her up as she fall.
Falling.
Fell.
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Was this really the end?
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~Completed on: 19th January 2003~ ~Amended on: 1st February 2003~