Do You Remember Me? I Remember You
By Rainbow Dreamer.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT, I repeat, do NOT own CCS. It belongs to Clamp!
AUTHOR'S NOTE! READ!! IMPORTANT!!! Oh. My. Gosh. You won't believe what's happening to fanfiction when I log on. For SOME reason, I can't read ANY updates for ANY story.. Including my OWN story, which is totally stupid. The most important thing is that I CANNOT read the stories that I want to know what happens!! If ANYONE knows how to fix this ANNOYING problem, either review and tell me or through email. My email address is rainbow_dreams@mail.com. PLEASE help. Thanks, thanks, and more thanks. Now for more pleasant things: here is the chapter you've all been waiting for! (
IF YOU REVIEWED FOR THE LAST CHAPTER. LOOK FOR YOUR NAME UNDER SPECIAL THANKS BELOW!
SPECIAL THANKS TO: All those that reviewed, especially Fei, Ying Fa, and Shells~. Fei: don't overreact. Here is the next chapter! Ying Fa: Thanks SO much for your support and everything. I really like your reviews. very helpful. Thanks. And Kali will suffer when the time is ripe. And Shells~ here's the story! I'm sorry you had to wait so long. but it's going to be up FRIDAY! Yes indeed. Happy reading everyone and please review. Thanks!
CHAPTER SEVEN:
*** In Hong Kong***
Meiling was still angry, extremely angry with her so called "cousin," but after the talk with Tomoyo, she found it strange about Syaoran's actions and acted a BIT nicer towards him. She still called him Li, but she took dinners with him. Wei noticed the silence and uncomfortable ness the two had when around each other and wondered what happened. The two had been extremely close, since childhood and it hurt to see them so far apart. Syaoran, however, to Meiling's eyes seemed as if he didn't care, paying more time and attention to Jiang, this girlfriend. It disgusted her. Syaoran had promised Sakura and herself that he would love and protect Sakura forever. It simply disgusted her.
*** From Meiling's POV***
"Morning, Li." I greeted calmly, adding a bit of cheerfulness in my voice as I found him practicing in the courtyard. He turned around brushing his amber hair from his eyes and nodded to me in return. That was all. He then continued on with his practice. I sighed inwardly and plopped myself on the steps.
I watched his shadow. He seemed so distant from everyone, especially me. I remembered the time when I first arrived in Japan to find that Syaoran had lent the shirt I gave him for his birthday to Sakura. I half smiled. I was so angry then, but as I think back, it was really sweet of him. It was the first time that I had seen him be so kind to someone out of the family. Syaoran, like his nature, was a quiet and introvert person and he tended to close his emotions inside. But never had he shut me from his emotions. He talked to me about everything from the beginning when he had a crush on Sakura to every problem he had since then. We had a tight bond of friendship and of cousins. I can't believe a stupid accident could break us apart. I almost hated myself that we had drifted apart. In the mist of my thinking, a thought dawned me. I guess I had left Syaoran there. In a way I blamed him for everything that happened. I blamed him for forgetting Sakura when I should be helping him remember Sakura.
"Hey, Xiao Lang," I called out cheerfully, glad that I had thought things out. I could tell that it surprised him because he dropped his sword a quarter of an inch. Of course I noticed. After all, who understood him better than I? I was his best friend, his best confidant.
"Xiao Lang!" I called loudly. He turned and looked, or rather stared at me. I grinned. "Want to get a drink? I'm dying of thirst. The other day I found a drink shop called O' Mango, want to come?" I asked. I watched as his face turned form confusion to his normal look. A small smile played on his lips.
"Hai, Meiling. Let me change first." He responded. I grinned. He was becoming more like his old self by the minute. I was confidant that I would let him remember everything.
We sat in a booth next to a window in the new drink shop O' Mango. Our glass drinks glittered sparkly in the sunshine. I studied him from the corner of my eye. He was wearing a blue button up shirt, one that I had never seen before.
"Xiao Lang, when did you get the shirt? I've never seen it before." I commented, breaking the ice and starting conversation.
"Oh? This shirt? Kali bought it for me a week ago when we went to the amusement park." He replied. I didn't know what to say next. A pause drifted over us. I needed to bring the conversation back home. Kali was a dangerous subject.
"It's a nice shirt, Xiao Lang." I managed to say. Xiao Lang could see that I was uncomfortable about Kali.
"Kali's not a bad girl, Meiling. She's really caring." He said gently. I drowned ice cubes in my drink with my straw absently.
"Is she? Is she really who you love Xiao Lang?" I asked quietly. He looked at him as if I were crazy.
"Of course Meiling. I don't see why you're so upset about her."
"Not upset. Confused. Tell me how you met her."
"It started at the day of the accident. I've known her since I came back home, but I never really got to know her until the accident. I remember a car rushing towards me and I couldn't run. I closed my eyes waiting, but car never hit me, Meiling. She had pulled my arm in the last second I think. That's what she told me. She sent me to the hospital and everything. We talked a long time afterwards I learned to like her outgoing happy her."
"So you went out with her." I prompted. Syaoran nodded. I sighed and drank before continuing. "Xiao Lang, you've never been that fast paced before. You always think things over, pondering and talking to me before doing anything like that."
"Is that what you're sad about?" He teased. I shook my black hair.
"Iie, Syaoran." I answered calmly, switching from Chinese to Japanese. "What do you remember of your childhood, Syaoran?"
"Everything. I remember going to Japan in fourth grade about something to do with card capturing but the card mistress got the cards first. You came too after a while, remember? I came back home for a year about the Li Clan stuff and I can go back to Japan in an year." Syaoran replied casually in Japanese back.
"Do you remember Tomoyo?" I asked.
"Tomoyo Daidouji? How is she?" He immediately replied.
"She's fine. She called yesterday, worried about your conditions, especially about your memory. She sent pictures for you to see about her singing contest over the year."
"Really? Do you have them now?" he asked eagerly. I nodded and produced them from her bag. Would he remember Sakura from seeing her picture? I crossed the fingers on my left hand as I passed the pictures to him with my right hand.
"Tomoyo hasn't changed much," he chuckled. "Won first place. I wish I could have been there to hear her sing. I loved her singing." He commented as he looked through pictures of Tomoyo singing on stage and after receiving her award. I observed as his hands stopped on a picture for a long time, his hand a bit unsteady.
"Meiling, who is the girl with the chestnut curls? She looks familiar. Who is she?" I almost cursed when he forgot her name. The other part of me wanted to scream in joy that Sakura looked familiar to him.
"She's Sakura Kinomoto, don't you remember? The card mistress? You guys met since fourth grade during card capturing days." I said, praying that he would remember.
"Oh? She seemed familiar. Isn't she the one you kept demanding me to remember during the other day?" he asked mildly.
"Hai, Syaoran. She played the most important part in your whole life." I sucked in my breath, wondering what he could reply back.
"I guess she had to be if she won the cards for my hands. I remember that Mother was most disappointed." Syaoran admitted. Damn! I cursed. Was that all he remembered of Sakura?
"I see." Was all I could manage to reply back.
"Do you know her?" he asked.
"Hai Syaoran, I do. She's one of my best friends. Tomoyo's too for years."
"She is? You should introduce me next time. I would like to get to know her. After all she is both yours and Tomoyo's best friend."
I nodded numbly in reply. The only thing I could do now is to give him bits of memory bit by bit before he gets crushed with everything.
"It's decided then. What shall we do now? We're both finished with our drinks." Syaoran asked.
"Let's go back home. I need to call Tomoyo about something important." He nodded. "Oh, and Syaoran?"
"Yeah, what?" He replied.
"The blue handkerchief I gave you the other day?"
"What about it?"
"Do you still have it?"
"Hai." He said confused.
"Sakura gave that to you. You gave it to her before you left to Hong Kong this year because you didn't want her to cry." I said quietly, wondering what would happen. Syaoran just nodded and we walked back home in silence. We went separate ways: he to his room and me to mine. I picked up the phone and told Tomoyo of his change.
*** Syaoran's POV***
The handkerchief was Kinomoto's. The thought played in my mind over and over again until I felt numb. Why did Meiling tell me that? Why do I feel so confused? Did I care about that girl with chestnut curls and emerald eyes? Had I really given it to her when I felt? I picked up the blue handkerchief on the table.
It seemed familiar. I had it with me for years. since fourth grade.. Fourth grade, like I told Meiling was the year I arrived in Japan. Had I really been Kinomoto's friend? How could I not remember anything about her?
I sat dejectedly on the bed. My thoughts were swirling in circles and nothing seemed to make sense. If Kinomoto was both Tomoyo's and Meiling's best friend, I should have SOME memory of her..
What bugged me to the most was that if Kinomoto was their friend... Wouldn't she have been mine? I growled confused. I needed to know things but why couldn't I recall anything from my memory??
Why?
Why?
Kinomoto. Sakura.
*** In Japan***
Tomoyo sat on the bed; sewing last touches on the green sundress she was making. (Remember? The one with ivy leaves and tendrils in some previous chapter??) Sakura was listening to music in her disc man, her eyes shut thinking. Her voice sang out lightly the lyrics. (DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Arvil Lavinge's song Complicated)
Uh huh, life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is
Cause life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh that's the way it is
Chill out whatcha yelling' for?
Lay back it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
you will see
I like you the way you are
When we're drivin' in your car
and you're talking to me one on one but you've become
Somebody else round everyone else
You're watching your back like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool you look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
And you fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no
You come over unannounced
dressed up like you're someone else
where you are and where it's sad you see
you're making me
laugh out when you strike your pose
take off all your preppy clothes
you know you're not fooling anyone
when you've become
Somebody else round everyone else
Watching your back, like you can't relax
Trying to be cool you look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
and You fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what and you get and you turn it into
honesty
promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no
Chill out whatcha yelling for?
Lay back, it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
You will see
Somebody else round everyone else
You're watching your back, like you can't relax
You're trying to be cool, you look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
and You fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what and you get and you turn it into
honesty
promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no
Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like your somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
You fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
promise me I'm never gonna find you faking
no no no Sakura' voice was filled with sorrow as she sang the song.. The song described what happened to Syaoran and her. Was Syaoran faking it all? Things are just so damned complicated. He promised but he broke it. Why does things have to end this way.
Tomoyo watched, her face filled with worry. Finally she spoke up. "Sakura Chan?"
Sakura turned, her sad dark eyes focusing on her friend.
"Sakura, I can't stand you so sad. Go, go to Hong Kong and ask Syaoran himself. Ask him everything. Tell him your love for him. He can chose not to love you but you can love him Sakura. Go and tell him how you feel." Tomoyo spoke quietly, yet each word cheered Sakura up. She bounded up and hugged her friend tight.
"Arigato, tomodachi." Tomoyo hugged back and smiled. Sakura was back to her own self and Syaoran was turning more like himself, Meiling said. Maybe. Maybe things will turn out right after all. She hoped Sakura wouldn't get hurt again.
Tomoyo watched as the plane rose with Sakura in it into the clear blue sky. She was wearing the green dress Tomoyo had finished. Sakura smiled down and Japan and hoped things would be okay.
Syaoran Li.
***Yay! Next chapter done. This should be my longest chapter yet. 9 pages but the song took up a page. Hehe. But the lyrics do match and I just had to include it. Arvil Lavinge rocks!! Yes indeed!!! Please review and email or review on how to fix fanfiction so that I can read updates! Thanks! I hoped you enjoyed the chapter and please review. And just as a preview. I MIGHT get another chapter up this weekend! ~ Rainbow dreamer!
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT, I repeat, do NOT own CCS. It belongs to Clamp!
AUTHOR'S NOTE! READ!! IMPORTANT!!! Oh. My. Gosh. You won't believe what's happening to fanfiction when I log on. For SOME reason, I can't read ANY updates for ANY story.. Including my OWN story, which is totally stupid. The most important thing is that I CANNOT read the stories that I want to know what happens!! If ANYONE knows how to fix this ANNOYING problem, either review and tell me or through email. My email address is rainbow_dreams@mail.com. PLEASE help. Thanks, thanks, and more thanks. Now for more pleasant things: here is the chapter you've all been waiting for! (
IF YOU REVIEWED FOR THE LAST CHAPTER. LOOK FOR YOUR NAME UNDER SPECIAL THANKS BELOW!
SPECIAL THANKS TO: All those that reviewed, especially Fei, Ying Fa, and Shells~. Fei: don't overreact. Here is the next chapter! Ying Fa: Thanks SO much for your support and everything. I really like your reviews. very helpful. Thanks. And Kali will suffer when the time is ripe. And Shells~ here's the story! I'm sorry you had to wait so long. but it's going to be up FRIDAY! Yes indeed. Happy reading everyone and please review. Thanks!
CHAPTER SEVEN:
*** In Hong Kong***
Meiling was still angry, extremely angry with her so called "cousin," but after the talk with Tomoyo, she found it strange about Syaoran's actions and acted a BIT nicer towards him. She still called him Li, but she took dinners with him. Wei noticed the silence and uncomfortable ness the two had when around each other and wondered what happened. The two had been extremely close, since childhood and it hurt to see them so far apart. Syaoran, however, to Meiling's eyes seemed as if he didn't care, paying more time and attention to Jiang, this girlfriend. It disgusted her. Syaoran had promised Sakura and herself that he would love and protect Sakura forever. It simply disgusted her.
*** From Meiling's POV***
"Morning, Li." I greeted calmly, adding a bit of cheerfulness in my voice as I found him practicing in the courtyard. He turned around brushing his amber hair from his eyes and nodded to me in return. That was all. He then continued on with his practice. I sighed inwardly and plopped myself on the steps.
I watched his shadow. He seemed so distant from everyone, especially me. I remembered the time when I first arrived in Japan to find that Syaoran had lent the shirt I gave him for his birthday to Sakura. I half smiled. I was so angry then, but as I think back, it was really sweet of him. It was the first time that I had seen him be so kind to someone out of the family. Syaoran, like his nature, was a quiet and introvert person and he tended to close his emotions inside. But never had he shut me from his emotions. He talked to me about everything from the beginning when he had a crush on Sakura to every problem he had since then. We had a tight bond of friendship and of cousins. I can't believe a stupid accident could break us apart. I almost hated myself that we had drifted apart. In the mist of my thinking, a thought dawned me. I guess I had left Syaoran there. In a way I blamed him for everything that happened. I blamed him for forgetting Sakura when I should be helping him remember Sakura.
"Hey, Xiao Lang," I called out cheerfully, glad that I had thought things out. I could tell that it surprised him because he dropped his sword a quarter of an inch. Of course I noticed. After all, who understood him better than I? I was his best friend, his best confidant.
"Xiao Lang!" I called loudly. He turned and looked, or rather stared at me. I grinned. "Want to get a drink? I'm dying of thirst. The other day I found a drink shop called O' Mango, want to come?" I asked. I watched as his face turned form confusion to his normal look. A small smile played on his lips.
"Hai, Meiling. Let me change first." He responded. I grinned. He was becoming more like his old self by the minute. I was confidant that I would let him remember everything.
We sat in a booth next to a window in the new drink shop O' Mango. Our glass drinks glittered sparkly in the sunshine. I studied him from the corner of my eye. He was wearing a blue button up shirt, one that I had never seen before.
"Xiao Lang, when did you get the shirt? I've never seen it before." I commented, breaking the ice and starting conversation.
"Oh? This shirt? Kali bought it for me a week ago when we went to the amusement park." He replied. I didn't know what to say next. A pause drifted over us. I needed to bring the conversation back home. Kali was a dangerous subject.
"It's a nice shirt, Xiao Lang." I managed to say. Xiao Lang could see that I was uncomfortable about Kali.
"Kali's not a bad girl, Meiling. She's really caring." He said gently. I drowned ice cubes in my drink with my straw absently.
"Is she? Is she really who you love Xiao Lang?" I asked quietly. He looked at him as if I were crazy.
"Of course Meiling. I don't see why you're so upset about her."
"Not upset. Confused. Tell me how you met her."
"It started at the day of the accident. I've known her since I came back home, but I never really got to know her until the accident. I remember a car rushing towards me and I couldn't run. I closed my eyes waiting, but car never hit me, Meiling. She had pulled my arm in the last second I think. That's what she told me. She sent me to the hospital and everything. We talked a long time afterwards I learned to like her outgoing happy her."
"So you went out with her." I prompted. Syaoran nodded. I sighed and drank before continuing. "Xiao Lang, you've never been that fast paced before. You always think things over, pondering and talking to me before doing anything like that."
"Is that what you're sad about?" He teased. I shook my black hair.
"Iie, Syaoran." I answered calmly, switching from Chinese to Japanese. "What do you remember of your childhood, Syaoran?"
"Everything. I remember going to Japan in fourth grade about something to do with card capturing but the card mistress got the cards first. You came too after a while, remember? I came back home for a year about the Li Clan stuff and I can go back to Japan in an year." Syaoran replied casually in Japanese back.
"Do you remember Tomoyo?" I asked.
"Tomoyo Daidouji? How is she?" He immediately replied.
"She's fine. She called yesterday, worried about your conditions, especially about your memory. She sent pictures for you to see about her singing contest over the year."
"Really? Do you have them now?" he asked eagerly. I nodded and produced them from her bag. Would he remember Sakura from seeing her picture? I crossed the fingers on my left hand as I passed the pictures to him with my right hand.
"Tomoyo hasn't changed much," he chuckled. "Won first place. I wish I could have been there to hear her sing. I loved her singing." He commented as he looked through pictures of Tomoyo singing on stage and after receiving her award. I observed as his hands stopped on a picture for a long time, his hand a bit unsteady.
"Meiling, who is the girl with the chestnut curls? She looks familiar. Who is she?" I almost cursed when he forgot her name. The other part of me wanted to scream in joy that Sakura looked familiar to him.
"She's Sakura Kinomoto, don't you remember? The card mistress? You guys met since fourth grade during card capturing days." I said, praying that he would remember.
"Oh? She seemed familiar. Isn't she the one you kept demanding me to remember during the other day?" he asked mildly.
"Hai, Syaoran. She played the most important part in your whole life." I sucked in my breath, wondering what he could reply back.
"I guess she had to be if she won the cards for my hands. I remember that Mother was most disappointed." Syaoran admitted. Damn! I cursed. Was that all he remembered of Sakura?
"I see." Was all I could manage to reply back.
"Do you know her?" he asked.
"Hai Syaoran, I do. She's one of my best friends. Tomoyo's too for years."
"She is? You should introduce me next time. I would like to get to know her. After all she is both yours and Tomoyo's best friend."
I nodded numbly in reply. The only thing I could do now is to give him bits of memory bit by bit before he gets crushed with everything.
"It's decided then. What shall we do now? We're both finished with our drinks." Syaoran asked.
"Let's go back home. I need to call Tomoyo about something important." He nodded. "Oh, and Syaoran?"
"Yeah, what?" He replied.
"The blue handkerchief I gave you the other day?"
"What about it?"
"Do you still have it?"
"Hai." He said confused.
"Sakura gave that to you. You gave it to her before you left to Hong Kong this year because you didn't want her to cry." I said quietly, wondering what would happen. Syaoran just nodded and we walked back home in silence. We went separate ways: he to his room and me to mine. I picked up the phone and told Tomoyo of his change.
*** Syaoran's POV***
The handkerchief was Kinomoto's. The thought played in my mind over and over again until I felt numb. Why did Meiling tell me that? Why do I feel so confused? Did I care about that girl with chestnut curls and emerald eyes? Had I really given it to her when I felt? I picked up the blue handkerchief on the table.
It seemed familiar. I had it with me for years. since fourth grade.. Fourth grade, like I told Meiling was the year I arrived in Japan. Had I really been Kinomoto's friend? How could I not remember anything about her?
I sat dejectedly on the bed. My thoughts were swirling in circles and nothing seemed to make sense. If Kinomoto was both Tomoyo's and Meiling's best friend, I should have SOME memory of her..
What bugged me to the most was that if Kinomoto was their friend... Wouldn't she have been mine? I growled confused. I needed to know things but why couldn't I recall anything from my memory??
Why?
Why?
Kinomoto. Sakura.
*** In Japan***
Tomoyo sat on the bed; sewing last touches on the green sundress she was making. (Remember? The one with ivy leaves and tendrils in some previous chapter??) Sakura was listening to music in her disc man, her eyes shut thinking. Her voice sang out lightly the lyrics. (DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Arvil Lavinge's song Complicated)
Uh huh, life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is
Cause life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh that's the way it is
Chill out whatcha yelling' for?
Lay back it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
you will see
I like you the way you are
When we're drivin' in your car
and you're talking to me one on one but you've become
Somebody else round everyone else
You're watching your back like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool you look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
And you fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no
You come over unannounced
dressed up like you're someone else
where you are and where it's sad you see
you're making me
laugh out when you strike your pose
take off all your preppy clothes
you know you're not fooling anyone
when you've become
Somebody else round everyone else
Watching your back, like you can't relax
Trying to be cool you look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
and You fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what and you get and you turn it into
honesty
promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no
Chill out whatcha yelling for?
Lay back, it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
You will see
Somebody else round everyone else
You're watching your back, like you can't relax
You're trying to be cool, you look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
and You fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what and you get and you turn it into
honesty
promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no
Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like your somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
You fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
promise me I'm never gonna find you faking
no no no Sakura' voice was filled with sorrow as she sang the song.. The song described what happened to Syaoran and her. Was Syaoran faking it all? Things are just so damned complicated. He promised but he broke it. Why does things have to end this way.
Tomoyo watched, her face filled with worry. Finally she spoke up. "Sakura Chan?"
Sakura turned, her sad dark eyes focusing on her friend.
"Sakura, I can't stand you so sad. Go, go to Hong Kong and ask Syaoran himself. Ask him everything. Tell him your love for him. He can chose not to love you but you can love him Sakura. Go and tell him how you feel." Tomoyo spoke quietly, yet each word cheered Sakura up. She bounded up and hugged her friend tight.
"Arigato, tomodachi." Tomoyo hugged back and smiled. Sakura was back to her own self and Syaoran was turning more like himself, Meiling said. Maybe. Maybe things will turn out right after all. She hoped Sakura wouldn't get hurt again.
Tomoyo watched as the plane rose with Sakura in it into the clear blue sky. She was wearing the green dress Tomoyo had finished. Sakura smiled down and Japan and hoped things would be okay.
Syaoran Li.
***Yay! Next chapter done. This should be my longest chapter yet. 9 pages but the song took up a page. Hehe. But the lyrics do match and I just had to include it. Arvil Lavinge rocks!! Yes indeed!!! Please review and email or review on how to fix fanfiction so that I can read updates! Thanks! I hoped you enjoyed the chapter and please review. And just as a preview. I MIGHT get another chapter up this weekend! ~ Rainbow dreamer!