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a/n: sorry for the long long wait...i've been busy, what with AP tests so close....it's insanity....i hope you like this....



A dream about Green Eyes




"Syaoran! Get away from those! Now!" Yelan yelled at her toddler son who had just come very close to some spears. She rushed over and swept him out of harms way. He looked gravely into his mother's eyes and went with her calmly.

She had named him Syaoran. "Little Wolf". She hoped that he would become not like his father, but not like the man who his father had changed into at night, before he was concieved. She wanted him to be a little of both. Her little boy was much more serious than any of her daughters. After Syaoran was born, his father became ill and soon died. It was after his death that she completely absorbed herself in her son to ward off grief. It wasn't that his death wasn't expected, he was twenty five years older than her, it was that she really did love him, timid ways and all.

Syaoran rested his head on his mother's shoulder and she patted his head and kissed his downy cheek. She walked with him to the gardens and rocked him to sleep. Her son was going to be a wonderful man, if he lived that long. Yelan was always catching him close to weapons and near the practice rooms. Since he was small, and couldn't quite walk yet, he would not be spotted easily by those who were using the rooms, so he could easily get hurt. If anything happened to her precious baby boy...

Yelan didn't like thinking about that. Her son rarely smiled and rarely cried. He seemed to observe everything in the world with the same serious look, as if trying to unlock its secrets. He would be a very scholarly man if that attitude kept up. She looked down at sleeping Syaoran. She gently took him to his room and put him in his crib and then sat by his side.

When Syaoran opened his eyes, he saw his mother asleep next to his crib. He rolled over onto his stomach and crawled to the side of the crib. He used the railing to support himself while he stood up. He was a little shakey on his feet and he fell down. He frowned a little and tried again with the same result. Yelan woke up to see her boy trying to stand up. She watched him for a while with a soft smile on her face. Syaoran saw that his mother was awake and held onto the railing, bouncing, wanting to be picked up. He was smiling.

After Syaoran learned to walk, it was harder to keep him away from the practice rooms, but at least he was easier to spot and avoid. Yelan realized her son had a penchant for martial arts and when he was six, found him a martial arts master.

Syaoran was a natural at martial arts. He picked up everything quickly and soon surpassed his master. When that happened, his mother found him a new master to teach him another branch of fighting. He soon ran out of things to learn. Syaoran's seriousness made him an excellent scholar, even though what he would have prefered was practicing.

When he was fourteen, he started noticing girls. Girls had started noticing him earlier, but he had ignored them. Of course, the female population of the village was delighted that Syaoran was finally looking at them. They absolutely loved him because he was good looking and caring. None of the girls he saw, though, were what he was looking for. He wasn't sure what he wanted, but he knew he would know when he saw her. So he waited.

He did, however, grow close to one girl. There wasn't a girl in the village who didn't wish to be in her place. They had known each other since they were little children. She perhaps had half of his fighting ability, but her determination to beat Syaoran made up the other half. They were fiercely competative but were friends as well. She was one of the only people in the village who knew Syaoran's softer, gentler side, even though he rarely showed it. Her name was Meiling.

Syaoran thought that she was the one he was waiting for. He thought he was in love with her, yet there were times when doubt would gnaw at his heart. He was not competely satisifed with her, there was still something missing. Syaoran would spend hours meditating to banish the thought from his heart, but the thought prevaded. Sometimes, days would go by before the hated thought would return, but it always returned. Yelan, too, could sense the confusion in Syaoran's heart. She wondered if Syaoran was making the right decision when he came to her one day.

"Mother," he knocked on her door. Syaoran had had to wait very patiently for the right time to have this conversation, or else his over enthusiastic sisters would evesdrop and tease him unmercifully. They were all out shopping now.

"Come in," was her simple reply.

Syaoran sat down in front of her and started again. "Mother. I..." he gulped. Suddenly, the Thought came back. He scowled.

Yelan raised an eyebrow. "Are you alright Syaoran?"

Syaoran once again came to attention. "Huh? Oh, yes, I'm fine." He cleared his throat. "I was wondering..." He cleared his throat again. "I was wondering....if...if..."

"All right. Out with it. You know I'll probably say yes anyway."

"If...if...I....you...if you would give me permission to ask Meiling to marry me." He was surprised that he had even been able to say anything because of the Thought.

Yelan pursed her lips. She knew that her son sometimes wasn't completely happy with Meiling and wondered if he was making the right choice. Syaoran saw the look on his mother's face and wondered if she was going to say no. He sat watching her for an eternity. She finally spoke. "I'm not against it, but are you sure this is what you want?"

Yelan had asked that question to see if he still had doubts about Meiling. She watched a mixture of expressions flicker across his face. He still wasn't sure. Syaoran silently cursed. His mother had made the Thought come back. "I see. I need to think about this some more." He got up and left. Yelan was about to call him back when she decided that Syaoran would be able to come to a conclusion without her help.

His sisters bombarded him when he left their mother's room. Oh, man, I thought they were all out he thought as he prepared himself for being smothered.

"Oooooo! Little brother is thinking about getting married!"

"To Meiling!!!!!!! CUTE!!!!!!!!!"

"Syaoran is growing up too fast!"

"But you're still our little brother, so you have to tell us. EVERYTHING!"

Syaoran scowled. "I'm not getting married anytime soon. Besides. What makes you think you'll be invited to my wedding anyway?" He stalked off to his room to think.

His sisters watched him leave. "Soooo cute!!!!!!!" they sighed collectively.

"Girls!" Their mother called from inside her room. They four immediately went to their mother.

"You are not to tell Meiling anything," she ordered.

"Why not?"

Yelan glared. "Yes, mother," they all said before leaving. Yelan pinched the bridge of her nose. A headache was threatening. One way or another, she was going to loose her precious son. He was going to find something that would make him leave, she could feel it in her bones. She wanted to keep him at her side for always, but...but...

She repreimanded herself. Syaoran was growing up. He was not the little boy he used to be, and he had his own path in life to follow. She had known that he would be different because his father...his father wasn't exactally his father when he was concieved. She would have to allow him to follow it, even if it meant never seeing him again. Tears were threatening. NO. She would not cry at the loss of her son.

He lay on his bed and tried to think. Why was he doubting? What was he doubting? Why was he cursed with thinking so much? He tried to stay awake to think, but his bed was so comfortable and his room was so warm that he just drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

Opening his eyes, he saw that everything around him was white. There was a huge house with a large cherry tree in front of it. The air was permeated with the smell of...of...well, he couldn't quite put his finger on the smell, but it enveloped him, and comforted him the way his mother's embrace had when he was a child. There was a woman standing beside the tree, her hand resting on the bark and her back was partially turned to him. Her gaze was focused on the ground and she had a wistful expression on her face. She had soft brown hair. She seemed to hear his silent footsteps and she turned around. Syaoran's breath caught in his throat. He had never seen anyone so beautiful before. Her already luminous eyes brightened when she saw him and she flew into his arms and was about to kiss him when he opened his eyes.

It was all so real. It took Syaoran a few seconds to realize that he had been sleeping. He rested his hands behind his head and tried to recall the face. He could not. No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to recall the face, except that she had green eyes. She also had incredibly soft skin. Even though it was all just a dream, he knew that some where, there was a girl like that. He was going to find her.



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"Mother," Syaoran was back in his mother's study. "Mother, I had a dream."

Yelan always paid paricular attention to her dreams, since they often came true. She wanted to know about her son's dream. "And...I can't marry Meiling."

She was startled. "Really? Why not?"

Syaoran didn't want his mother to become angry, so he hesitated. "There...there's someone else out there." His eyes became soft and distant. "I don't know where she is, or who she is, but I know she's out there."

Yelan studied Syaoran. There was no use asking for an exact explination. That was the way dreams were. There was something else he wasn't telling her though.

"Mother, I have to go look for her."

Yelan drew her breath in sharply. She had been afraid of this. She was going to loose her boy.

"I know you don't want me to, but..."

"No, no, Syaoran. I understand. You have to go. I can't stop you.."

Syaoran gave his mother one of his rare smiles and hugged her before he left. Yelan stood up on trembling legs. All she could think about was Syaoran, her beautiful baby boy was going to leave. She wanted to cry. The pain in her heart was terrible. She wanted to cry so badly. But she fell to the floor, unconcious instead.

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"You're leaving me because of a stupid dream??" Meiling yelled. She was so sure that she would end up marrying Syaoran, but then this...

Syaoran had nothing to say. He was leaving Meiling on the flimsiest excuse. A dream. Maybe he should stay here. There was the Thought too. The persistant doubt that had made him question his feelings since the very beginning, but he couldn't tell Meiling that. He had to go.

"A dream? Syaoran?" she asked again.

"Yes. A dream."

"What does this girl have that I don't?" she demanded, her hand on her hips.

Syaoran mumbled something about green eyes.

"Is green eyes what you want? GREEN EYES?" She was close to tears.

Syaoran sighed. "It's not just green eyes, Meiling."
"Then what is it?" she said through clenched teeth.

"Meiling. There's somethings that are just inexplicable. I'm going to go look for this girl whether you like it or not," he yelled a little more forcefully and more loudly than he had intended.

Meiling winced and some servants came out to see what the fuss was about. Yelan also came out, looking weary and older. The change in his mother startled Syaoran. "Mother!" he exclaimed and rushed over to her.

Meiling trotted along beside him and helped Yelan sit down. "Mrs. Li. Did you know about Syaoran...?"

Yelan nodded. "I know."

"You're just going to let him leave?"

Again, she nodded. "He has to. It's not his destiny to stay here."

"What?!"

"It's not his destiny. He walks to a different drum than the rest of us."

"WHAT?!" She couldn't believe it. His mother was letting him just leave! And she was the one who had clung to him since he was a baby! The world was against her.

"He leaving Meiling. Sorry."

Meiling glared. "That was harsh." She stomped off to find something to let her anger and frusteration out on.

Syaoran and Yelan sat in silence after Meiling stormed away. Syaoran looked at his mother, thinking that she had aged ten years in the ten minutes since he last saw her. It occured to him that she did not want him to leave, but if he asked...

"Mother, I think I should stay," he said concernedly.

Yelan was startled. What made Syaoran change his mind? A selfish part of her wanted to tell him to stay, but the part of her that wanted the best for Syaoran, the part of her that she hated at that moment, said, "No. It's your destiny to go. Go search for your green-eyed woman." Her voice was chocked with emotion that shocked Syaoran. He had never seen his mother express so much emotion before. She sniffed to regain her composure and immediately went back to her old self. "I will help you make preparations," she told him before she disappeared back into the house.

A week later, Syaoran departed amidst protests and tears from his adoring sisters. Meiling had ignored him that whole week and it was only on that last day that she came out of her seclusion and bid him an icy farewell. Him mother had been extremely helpful. She had provided him with money, durable clothes, food, as well as a small bronze plaque that made it known to all that he was a member of the Li family. Since the Li family was well respected throughout the country, the plaque would help him immensly.

Yelan once again, had let her emotion show through at her son's departure. She had let herself cry in front of her children. She hoped she would see her son again some day.



a/n: syaoran as a baby....kawaiiiiiiiiii *falls over*

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