Had to fix a couple things in part 1. . Damn reloads. Lost my reviews and
everything... -sniffle- M'sorry.
All warnings apply (except nc-17 stuff XP) because I'm just taking the characters and doing whatever comes to mind.
(Also, I took my own liberties to call Nakuru female because it's a tad easier to write, and in the show Nakuru is fairly genki and feminine anyways. I love CLAMP's asexual characters, but hell if it isn't difficult to write them truly as such. ~.~)
To be Rapt
~*~
"Eriol you're being unreasonable."
"Your point?"
Nakuru glared and produced an irritated stance, not happy with the apathetic reply. "You can't do this. She's just a child!"
"And I'm not?" he smirked. Never looking up from his task of polishing. Oh, he knew how to piss someone off on a bad day. Nakuru picked a bad time indeed.
The slaming of the heavy door produced a short thudded echo around the room and he slouched some, tense muscles relaxing minutely. It could be considered as a sigh, but was more like silent resignation. The constant chitter from Nakuru about 'leaving *her* alone' grew tiring at best anyways. How was he supposed to go about this in a mature matter if his thoughts remained homicidal? He was a sorcerer damnit! People should start treating him like one. His sun sphere staff reflected the glow from many tiny candles littered upon the walls. 'Concentrate.' he thought. 'This is important enough to shape the near future. Namely mine.'
His musings hit a sour note with that one. No matter what he thought might have happened at the meeting of his lover and innocent advasary, he certainly didn't expect to feel shame. It was just... something about her demeanor really got to him. Somthing hit so hard at her expression to Syaoran's dismissal and careless attitude. Damn her. He was supposed to be triumphant. Wallowing in smug victory of some sort. Not sulking because he felt-. No. He had no regrets. She deserved everything. It's just a waste that in one single second his heart began crowding his mind, and poof. It just wasn't funny. He had stared. Stood silently and stared as her whole world seemed to melt, before being pulled away by a shaken boyfriend muttering about 'weird girls and let's walk over there'. And how could tears filled with such heavy hurt float along the wind like diamond grains?! He should have laughed. Smirked. Anything but walk away confused. He had his pride damnit.
And now? Oh, great. He had to piece something of worth back together before it got out of hand. It was his responsibilty. Duty even. What pained him most was the sick feeling he got while thinking about it and how he never laughed. Alas, he grinned, decision renewed and plot devised, that didn't mean he couldn't have fun with it.
Besides, isn't playing what children did best?
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Spinnel watched Nakuru sulk, the action being depressing enough just by seeing it performed by one usually so ...spaztic with everyday life. Centered on jumpy fun and silly plots of mischief. His ear twitched as she walked past him again, unknowingly chewing her nail in thought. Intense really, and slighty disturbed.
"I'm worried." She stopped and looked at him. "This whole thing with Eriol- sama is miserable. He won't listen to me. He won't-"
"He'll get over it."
"That's not the point!" She spat out. To which Spinnel jumped. Did she just *snap* at him? Spinnel of all creatures? He became miffed, and stood to move away.
She sighed and sat down, weary. "I'm sorry." Well he figured that out quite some time ago. "But I don't want to lose him..." The implied 'again' was in her tone and he grudgingly agreed. As far as having a plan of action though, that's where the complications started. It's not as if they could ship Eriol to a child psychiatrist after all.
As independent as Eriol was, their idea limitations revealed a whole new downside. If something was really wrong, was there a cure? Nakuru and Spinnel caught eyes every now again. Shifting and more pacing followed with dumb half hopeful plots.
But the ideas weren't coming, even as night fell. This wasn't looking good for Nakuru who might be seeing an emotional breakdown in the near future. Spinnel wasn't going to deal with that. How unfair of Eriol. Were they not his ever present companions and confidants? Couldn't he at least stay socially sane for their sake? Then something clicked and Spinnel rolled his eyes.
"It's probably his hormones." He drolled out, quite tired of thinking and wanting to drift off.
Nakuru blinked. And had no reply to that.
Being tired herself, she picked up Spinnel to take him to his own bed, before drifting off in hers.
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Sakura hunched over her desk and sighed. Eyes at half mast were drifting from the angle of floor that met wall and straight up to an open window. Ah, another bright and beautiful day with her heart skewered on a dagger. She winced. Bad memorial scene. And after trying to grasp her heart through her shirt, which was obviously useless, the thought of doing it again only caused her to grow angry. And as of late very short tempered and cranky. 'Pathetic,' her thoughts tiredly nudged at her for about the 1000th time since the incident occured. Her mind even went so far as to make her logically think it wasn't really Syaoran she saw. Or even a dream. Yet reality prevailed time after time, letting her know that yes, she was depressed, and yes it really happened. No dilusions. That simply wasn't her style.
'Eriol, however'... her fingers scratched the desk and a faint timbre of sound caught her ear. She didn't want to focus. Anything, even anger, was welcome right now to hold back the pain and occasional tears that she was sick of shedding. Tendons on her hand stood out. Her nails wanted to bend and break. She wanted to crush something. Anything. 'ONE' her mind corrected.Yes, anyone. One in particular.
~
Tomoyo returned the concerned glance the teacher gave her before standing up to try and shake a little sense into her friend. Who was starting to worry her now. Everyone deserves their alone time to sulk and think over things, but after two weeks, well she couldn't stand seeing it anymore. Her poor Sakura-chan needed to smile. Be vibrant. Shaking a little harder now didn't seem to be working at first, before Sakura abruptly stood up, almost knocking the chair over, and heading towards the door stiffly. Tomoyo was almost shocked at her friend's behavior, apart that it had been this way for some time. She closed her eyes and sighed, rubbing her wrist as it had been slightly wrenched. She'd have to hold looser next time then. Grabbing her bookbag, and with the teacher's permission, she left to follow her dismal friend. Lately forgetting that when Sakura didn't want to be followed, she did a damn good job at it.
Rubbing at sore eyes staring blankly on the empty sidewalk, Tomoyo followed her feet home.
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Sakura most certainly did not want to be followed. She knew somewhere inside where it didn't hurt, that she was causing unnecessary pain to her dark haired friend. But now wasn't the time. It just wasn't the time. 'And if she wanted to see me smile, she has it on a thousand rolls of film at home anyways.' Oh how the sarcasm built up in her 'old' age. Something had wilted inside where she wasn't paying attention, and as the days passed it grew more apparent as to what that was. 'And now Eriol has it.' She glared all the way home, following the eternal map in her head while seeing nothing.
~
Kero greeted her at the door. Unexpected but... hmm, she must have walked faster than usual.
"Sakura-chan, are you ok? You're home early." He hovered to her right, just coming from the kitchen. Specks of food dotted his face. It was cute, her mind supplied, but not right now. She paused in taking off her shoes. Oh right. She just left before school let out.
Little warning bells shot off in Kero's mind. Something had definately snapped today. He gently perched on her head and decided to wait. Although she hadn't said anything lately, maybe today she'd finally talk to him about what happened. His wings pricked just thinking about it. And if that's the kind of master Supi had, well no wonder he was a gene away from being a total loss. 'Hn. Sakura-chan's a much better mistress.' His proud little inner voice reminded him.
Movement startled him and they were climbing stairs. She walked like a miniature zombie, not even slamming her bedroom door. Whereupon inside she merely sat on the bed, listless. Kero hopped to her pillow, feeling pensive and at a loss. It never sat well with him, but he hadn't much control. Not even in the past.
She suddenly sighed. "Kero-chan c'mere."
Kero plipped over and sat down in front of her, peering up curiosly. Sakura took a nearby napkin and wiped off the crumbs he had forgotten about. He smiled at her in thanks, and she smiled back, a little. Well, he figured, it was a start.
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Syaoran felt... ignored as he walked inside the door. Overlooked even. He didn't much care why. Only that it was going to stop. And if someone is going to dote all over you and give unfathomable attention.. well they can't just cut you off! It's cruel. Nodding with his genious discovery, he stepped into the room where the shadowed object of his musings was sitting quietly. Inanimate. 'One good turn deserves another,' he thought, and pounced on unsuspecting prey. Being rewarded with a stiff jolt and surprised 'squeak'. He tried to stifle his laughter.
~
His hair was being ruffled. Jacket tugged backwards. And he could feel the grin.
Mentally, Eriol scowled. Syaoran picked *the* worst times. Interruptions were barely tolerated in such important psychic sessions. Really now, magic took a lot of concentration! He gently removed prying hands and stood to look at the rabid creature. Who's face fell as he completed the movement. Eriol sighed softly. "Syaoran not now."
Syaoran pouted.
Eriol stared. 'He better not be pulling this.'
Syaoran looked at the floor dejectedly.
Eriol continued to stare, holding his ground. He was a sorcerer. A chess player damnit. He would not be unwound by a mere-
Syaoran folded his hands behind his back and scuffed at the floor with his shoe.
Eriol glared. 'Oh bloody hell.' And stalked to the bedroom. A suddenly bouncy and delighted lover on his heels who was set to giggling before the door was slammed.
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*Plipped- a damn fun sound effect.
TBC
Foo! Lalalala lala lala lalalalala...
Well. I feel goofy at most. -thumbs up sign- Nothing to give away except that I'll have to write more. I have ideas. o.o; Good to realize. Ciao for now.
All warnings apply (except nc-17 stuff XP) because I'm just taking the characters and doing whatever comes to mind.
(Also, I took my own liberties to call Nakuru female because it's a tad easier to write, and in the show Nakuru is fairly genki and feminine anyways. I love CLAMP's asexual characters, but hell if it isn't difficult to write them truly as such. ~.~)
To be Rapt
~*~
"Eriol you're being unreasonable."
"Your point?"
Nakuru glared and produced an irritated stance, not happy with the apathetic reply. "You can't do this. She's just a child!"
"And I'm not?" he smirked. Never looking up from his task of polishing. Oh, he knew how to piss someone off on a bad day. Nakuru picked a bad time indeed.
The slaming of the heavy door produced a short thudded echo around the room and he slouched some, tense muscles relaxing minutely. It could be considered as a sigh, but was more like silent resignation. The constant chitter from Nakuru about 'leaving *her* alone' grew tiring at best anyways. How was he supposed to go about this in a mature matter if his thoughts remained homicidal? He was a sorcerer damnit! People should start treating him like one. His sun sphere staff reflected the glow from many tiny candles littered upon the walls. 'Concentrate.' he thought. 'This is important enough to shape the near future. Namely mine.'
His musings hit a sour note with that one. No matter what he thought might have happened at the meeting of his lover and innocent advasary, he certainly didn't expect to feel shame. It was just... something about her demeanor really got to him. Somthing hit so hard at her expression to Syaoran's dismissal and careless attitude. Damn her. He was supposed to be triumphant. Wallowing in smug victory of some sort. Not sulking because he felt-. No. He had no regrets. She deserved everything. It's just a waste that in one single second his heart began crowding his mind, and poof. It just wasn't funny. He had stared. Stood silently and stared as her whole world seemed to melt, before being pulled away by a shaken boyfriend muttering about 'weird girls and let's walk over there'. And how could tears filled with such heavy hurt float along the wind like diamond grains?! He should have laughed. Smirked. Anything but walk away confused. He had his pride damnit.
And now? Oh, great. He had to piece something of worth back together before it got out of hand. It was his responsibilty. Duty even. What pained him most was the sick feeling he got while thinking about it and how he never laughed. Alas, he grinned, decision renewed and plot devised, that didn't mean he couldn't have fun with it.
Besides, isn't playing what children did best?
------
Spinnel watched Nakuru sulk, the action being depressing enough just by seeing it performed by one usually so ...spaztic with everyday life. Centered on jumpy fun and silly plots of mischief. His ear twitched as she walked past him again, unknowingly chewing her nail in thought. Intense really, and slighty disturbed.
"I'm worried." She stopped and looked at him. "This whole thing with Eriol- sama is miserable. He won't listen to me. He won't-"
"He'll get over it."
"That's not the point!" She spat out. To which Spinnel jumped. Did she just *snap* at him? Spinnel of all creatures? He became miffed, and stood to move away.
She sighed and sat down, weary. "I'm sorry." Well he figured that out quite some time ago. "But I don't want to lose him..." The implied 'again' was in her tone and he grudgingly agreed. As far as having a plan of action though, that's where the complications started. It's not as if they could ship Eriol to a child psychiatrist after all.
As independent as Eriol was, their idea limitations revealed a whole new downside. If something was really wrong, was there a cure? Nakuru and Spinnel caught eyes every now again. Shifting and more pacing followed with dumb half hopeful plots.
But the ideas weren't coming, even as night fell. This wasn't looking good for Nakuru who might be seeing an emotional breakdown in the near future. Spinnel wasn't going to deal with that. How unfair of Eriol. Were they not his ever present companions and confidants? Couldn't he at least stay socially sane for their sake? Then something clicked and Spinnel rolled his eyes.
"It's probably his hormones." He drolled out, quite tired of thinking and wanting to drift off.
Nakuru blinked. And had no reply to that.
Being tired herself, she picked up Spinnel to take him to his own bed, before drifting off in hers.
------
Sakura hunched over her desk and sighed. Eyes at half mast were drifting from the angle of floor that met wall and straight up to an open window. Ah, another bright and beautiful day with her heart skewered on a dagger. She winced. Bad memorial scene. And after trying to grasp her heart through her shirt, which was obviously useless, the thought of doing it again only caused her to grow angry. And as of late very short tempered and cranky. 'Pathetic,' her thoughts tiredly nudged at her for about the 1000th time since the incident occured. Her mind even went so far as to make her logically think it wasn't really Syaoran she saw. Or even a dream. Yet reality prevailed time after time, letting her know that yes, she was depressed, and yes it really happened. No dilusions. That simply wasn't her style.
'Eriol, however'... her fingers scratched the desk and a faint timbre of sound caught her ear. She didn't want to focus. Anything, even anger, was welcome right now to hold back the pain and occasional tears that she was sick of shedding. Tendons on her hand stood out. Her nails wanted to bend and break. She wanted to crush something. Anything. 'ONE' her mind corrected.Yes, anyone. One in particular.
~
Tomoyo returned the concerned glance the teacher gave her before standing up to try and shake a little sense into her friend. Who was starting to worry her now. Everyone deserves their alone time to sulk and think over things, but after two weeks, well she couldn't stand seeing it anymore. Her poor Sakura-chan needed to smile. Be vibrant. Shaking a little harder now didn't seem to be working at first, before Sakura abruptly stood up, almost knocking the chair over, and heading towards the door stiffly. Tomoyo was almost shocked at her friend's behavior, apart that it had been this way for some time. She closed her eyes and sighed, rubbing her wrist as it had been slightly wrenched. She'd have to hold looser next time then. Grabbing her bookbag, and with the teacher's permission, she left to follow her dismal friend. Lately forgetting that when Sakura didn't want to be followed, she did a damn good job at it.
Rubbing at sore eyes staring blankly on the empty sidewalk, Tomoyo followed her feet home.
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Sakura most certainly did not want to be followed. She knew somewhere inside where it didn't hurt, that she was causing unnecessary pain to her dark haired friend. But now wasn't the time. It just wasn't the time. 'And if she wanted to see me smile, she has it on a thousand rolls of film at home anyways.' Oh how the sarcasm built up in her 'old' age. Something had wilted inside where she wasn't paying attention, and as the days passed it grew more apparent as to what that was. 'And now Eriol has it.' She glared all the way home, following the eternal map in her head while seeing nothing.
~
Kero greeted her at the door. Unexpected but... hmm, she must have walked faster than usual.
"Sakura-chan, are you ok? You're home early." He hovered to her right, just coming from the kitchen. Specks of food dotted his face. It was cute, her mind supplied, but not right now. She paused in taking off her shoes. Oh right. She just left before school let out.
Little warning bells shot off in Kero's mind. Something had definately snapped today. He gently perched on her head and decided to wait. Although she hadn't said anything lately, maybe today she'd finally talk to him about what happened. His wings pricked just thinking about it. And if that's the kind of master Supi had, well no wonder he was a gene away from being a total loss. 'Hn. Sakura-chan's a much better mistress.' His proud little inner voice reminded him.
Movement startled him and they were climbing stairs. She walked like a miniature zombie, not even slamming her bedroom door. Whereupon inside she merely sat on the bed, listless. Kero hopped to her pillow, feeling pensive and at a loss. It never sat well with him, but he hadn't much control. Not even in the past.
She suddenly sighed. "Kero-chan c'mere."
Kero plipped over and sat down in front of her, peering up curiosly. Sakura took a nearby napkin and wiped off the crumbs he had forgotten about. He smiled at her in thanks, and she smiled back, a little. Well, he figured, it was a start.
------
Syaoran felt... ignored as he walked inside the door. Overlooked even. He didn't much care why. Only that it was going to stop. And if someone is going to dote all over you and give unfathomable attention.. well they can't just cut you off! It's cruel. Nodding with his genious discovery, he stepped into the room where the shadowed object of his musings was sitting quietly. Inanimate. 'One good turn deserves another,' he thought, and pounced on unsuspecting prey. Being rewarded with a stiff jolt and surprised 'squeak'. He tried to stifle his laughter.
~
His hair was being ruffled. Jacket tugged backwards. And he could feel the grin.
Mentally, Eriol scowled. Syaoran picked *the* worst times. Interruptions were barely tolerated in such important psychic sessions. Really now, magic took a lot of concentration! He gently removed prying hands and stood to look at the rabid creature. Who's face fell as he completed the movement. Eriol sighed softly. "Syaoran not now."
Syaoran pouted.
Eriol stared. 'He better not be pulling this.'
Syaoran looked at the floor dejectedly.
Eriol continued to stare, holding his ground. He was a sorcerer. A chess player damnit. He would not be unwound by a mere-
Syaoran folded his hands behind his back and scuffed at the floor with his shoe.
Eriol glared. 'Oh bloody hell.' And stalked to the bedroom. A suddenly bouncy and delighted lover on his heels who was set to giggling before the door was slammed.
-----
*Plipped- a damn fun sound effect.
TBC
Foo! Lalalala lala lala lalalalala...
Well. I feel goofy at most. -thumbs up sign- Nothing to give away except that I'll have to write more. I have ideas. o.o; Good to realize. Ciao for now.