Chloe looked around the dank room. Okay she hadn't been very tidy recently
but that didn't matter. She confined herself to living in one room. Kitchen
on the left bed on the right and a small bathroom behind the door to the
left. It's all she could afford on what she was earning. She shook her head
in shame about what she had brought herself to.
"I was too cruel," she said out loud. "Why did I leave Japan?" Chloe had left Japan after Syaoran had begun to date Sakura. It had been too painful for her to see Sakura date someone she loved herself with all her soul. Yet she had never told him how she felt.
"Why could I just have been happy for him?" A year had passed so far and she had been forced to work in a dingy restaurant and live in the troubled area of town, people were always being found dead in their flats under suspicious circumstances. Although she didn't think anyone would mess with her. She had actually decided to stay away from her parents she needed time to "find herself" or at least her heart again she had said.
On her very first day in this new flat she walked in looking clean and tidy and, to the rest of the inhabitants, quite rich. So of course some idiot had tried to steal off her. Is he out of the hospital yet? Chloe wondered. She had of course been taught at the age of eight how to fight by Syaoran and Meiling. And although she hadn't been as good as them, she could still hold her own if attacked.
She had honed her magic skill further than fortune telling with cards. With a flick of her wrist she could bring that plate over on the kitchen surface to her. Although she wouldn't really want to, this room was a state. Even the bed had junk all over it, not that she actually slept on it.
She grabbed her blanket and looked up at the ceiling where she had attached a hammock. Taking a deep breath she fell backwards and ended up laying flat with her head an inch above a shoe heal. She was in fact levitating in the air. Slowly and with a lot of effort she managed to levitate herself up to and onto the hammock.
I'll tidy up tomorrow she thought as she drifted off to sleep. "Finding herself had been harder than she had thought because every night she drifted of to sleep dreaming of Syaoran.
"I'll be happy for him tomorrow as well" she told herself as she drifted off the only problem was that she had said the same thing every night since she had left Japan.
* * * * * Chloe woke up the next morning grabbed a breakfast bar and began to clean the room. It was five in the morning but if she had been with Syaoran they would have been training for an hour already. I'm starting to get lazy, she thought.
She took the hammock down from the ceiling and cleared some of the junk off of the bed. Empty cans and wrapping were thrown in a fresh bin bag. The bed was now tidy and there were patches of floor space to walk on.
The kitchen area was still dirty but she had never cooked her own meals. She never had time to. The room looked reasonable but no where near tidy before she left for work.
She sneezed as she left the flat. Must be catching a cold, she thought, I haven't had one of them since. she stopped herself. Why did everything she thought of relate to Syaoran?
No Matter how hard she tried everything always seamed to relate to him and Hong Kong. She missed home. The warm oriental food they would eat everyday, healthy or unhealthy. She thought of how the meals had always been specially prepared when she went round to his house. The china plates with beautiful intricate patterns on them.
His mother would always smile at her and ask how her magiks were progressing. She'd always reply ' Not well ' But his mother would always tell her ' Those who progress slowly always have better control of their magiks in the end.
She missed home. More than she could every tell anyone. She slung the coat over her shoulders, as it was a cold day. She hadn't written to anyone. She didn't want them to know where she was, not yet; it would be too painful to hear about the good times Syaoran was having with Sakura. Maybe. Just maybe I'll write to Eriol soon, she thought. And she left for work thinking of what she had left behind.
* * * * *
It was raining in the evening as Chloe was walking home from work. She owned no umbrella so couldn't shelter herself from the downpour very well. All that had met her at work had been oily faced, tired eyed girls who would do almost anything for a good tip. She rubbed her arms in attempt to get herself warmer. She was sniffling and sneezing and had been so tired all day.
"I can't get ill," She said to herself "I need to find work"
Chloe had just been fired because she would give her boss what he wanted, which would have meant becoming a prostitute almost. She had been surviving off that small amount of money that the waitressing job had brought in.
Her head was all fuzzy and she felt as if she would faint. Suddenly she felt a tug on her bag. She spun round to see a boy pulling at it trying to steal it and its contents.
"No! Let Go!" Chloe shouted but her weakness showed in her voice. All she owned was in that bag it was all she had to live off until her next job.
"Gimme the bag girlie" His voice came
"NO!" Chloe said and with her spare hand punched his jaw and while he was still in shock began to run, but unfortunately he took up chase. She managed to get as far as the park by her flat until he caught up with her pushing her to the ground. Chloe winced as her wrist was caught under her and her bag. The rain pelted down onto her as she struggled to her feet while he continued to punch and kick at her.
She made another go of running but he caught her in a second. Pushing her to the ground. He sat on top of her almost trying to pull the bag away. He can't have it, She thought, I know I should just let it go but without the contents I cant last a day. If she had been at full strength she would have beaten him down and got away before he had know what was happening.
The rain began to beat down upon her and she began to feel paralysed. She clung onto her bag as tight as she could but darkness was starting to consume her. She could feel her grip loosening. The Thief almost had the bag. And the last thing she saw before she fell unconscious was a bright red flash.
* * * * *
A/N: Hello people. I don't really want to put Author notes down because I think it'll ruin the mood but I just want to know your opinions. This is more of an original fic only its got some CCS characters in it. I Hope you'll enjoy reading it and believe me, more interesting things are to come.
I would also like to add that his chapter is dedicated to Mel who loved My 'Shape Of My Heart' Fic. I guess she'll finally find out if Chloe finds someone of her own.
"I was too cruel," she said out loud. "Why did I leave Japan?" Chloe had left Japan after Syaoran had begun to date Sakura. It had been too painful for her to see Sakura date someone she loved herself with all her soul. Yet she had never told him how she felt.
"Why could I just have been happy for him?" A year had passed so far and she had been forced to work in a dingy restaurant and live in the troubled area of town, people were always being found dead in their flats under suspicious circumstances. Although she didn't think anyone would mess with her. She had actually decided to stay away from her parents she needed time to "find herself" or at least her heart again she had said.
On her very first day in this new flat she walked in looking clean and tidy and, to the rest of the inhabitants, quite rich. So of course some idiot had tried to steal off her. Is he out of the hospital yet? Chloe wondered. She had of course been taught at the age of eight how to fight by Syaoran and Meiling. And although she hadn't been as good as them, she could still hold her own if attacked.
She had honed her magic skill further than fortune telling with cards. With a flick of her wrist she could bring that plate over on the kitchen surface to her. Although she wouldn't really want to, this room was a state. Even the bed had junk all over it, not that she actually slept on it.
She grabbed her blanket and looked up at the ceiling where she had attached a hammock. Taking a deep breath she fell backwards and ended up laying flat with her head an inch above a shoe heal. She was in fact levitating in the air. Slowly and with a lot of effort she managed to levitate herself up to and onto the hammock.
I'll tidy up tomorrow she thought as she drifted off to sleep. "Finding herself had been harder than she had thought because every night she drifted of to sleep dreaming of Syaoran.
"I'll be happy for him tomorrow as well" she told herself as she drifted off the only problem was that she had said the same thing every night since she had left Japan.
* * * * * Chloe woke up the next morning grabbed a breakfast bar and began to clean the room. It was five in the morning but if she had been with Syaoran they would have been training for an hour already. I'm starting to get lazy, she thought.
She took the hammock down from the ceiling and cleared some of the junk off of the bed. Empty cans and wrapping were thrown in a fresh bin bag. The bed was now tidy and there were patches of floor space to walk on.
The kitchen area was still dirty but she had never cooked her own meals. She never had time to. The room looked reasonable but no where near tidy before she left for work.
She sneezed as she left the flat. Must be catching a cold, she thought, I haven't had one of them since. she stopped herself. Why did everything she thought of relate to Syaoran?
No Matter how hard she tried everything always seamed to relate to him and Hong Kong. She missed home. The warm oriental food they would eat everyday, healthy or unhealthy. She thought of how the meals had always been specially prepared when she went round to his house. The china plates with beautiful intricate patterns on them.
His mother would always smile at her and ask how her magiks were progressing. She'd always reply ' Not well ' But his mother would always tell her ' Those who progress slowly always have better control of their magiks in the end.
She missed home. More than she could every tell anyone. She slung the coat over her shoulders, as it was a cold day. She hadn't written to anyone. She didn't want them to know where she was, not yet; it would be too painful to hear about the good times Syaoran was having with Sakura. Maybe. Just maybe I'll write to Eriol soon, she thought. And she left for work thinking of what she had left behind.
* * * * *
It was raining in the evening as Chloe was walking home from work. She owned no umbrella so couldn't shelter herself from the downpour very well. All that had met her at work had been oily faced, tired eyed girls who would do almost anything for a good tip. She rubbed her arms in attempt to get herself warmer. She was sniffling and sneezing and had been so tired all day.
"I can't get ill," She said to herself "I need to find work"
Chloe had just been fired because she would give her boss what he wanted, which would have meant becoming a prostitute almost. She had been surviving off that small amount of money that the waitressing job had brought in.
Her head was all fuzzy and she felt as if she would faint. Suddenly she felt a tug on her bag. She spun round to see a boy pulling at it trying to steal it and its contents.
"No! Let Go!" Chloe shouted but her weakness showed in her voice. All she owned was in that bag it was all she had to live off until her next job.
"Gimme the bag girlie" His voice came
"NO!" Chloe said and with her spare hand punched his jaw and while he was still in shock began to run, but unfortunately he took up chase. She managed to get as far as the park by her flat until he caught up with her pushing her to the ground. Chloe winced as her wrist was caught under her and her bag. The rain pelted down onto her as she struggled to her feet while he continued to punch and kick at her.
She made another go of running but he caught her in a second. Pushing her to the ground. He sat on top of her almost trying to pull the bag away. He can't have it, She thought, I know I should just let it go but without the contents I cant last a day. If she had been at full strength she would have beaten him down and got away before he had know what was happening.
The rain began to beat down upon her and she began to feel paralysed. She clung onto her bag as tight as she could but darkness was starting to consume her. She could feel her grip loosening. The Thief almost had the bag. And the last thing she saw before she fell unconscious was a bright red flash.
* * * * *
A/N: Hello people. I don't really want to put Author notes down because I think it'll ruin the mood but I just want to know your opinions. This is more of an original fic only its got some CCS characters in it. I Hope you'll enjoy reading it and believe me, more interesting things are to come.
I would also like to add that his chapter is dedicated to Mel who loved My 'Shape Of My Heart' Fic. I guess she'll finally find out if Chloe finds someone of her own.
