Trials of Love
By: Shichan Goddess
The Hazardous and Cursed Trip to the Bathroom
The sun peeked through the clouds early the next morning as Syaoran sighed, staring sightlessly out the window.
He quickly glanced around to make certain that Sakura and his family were asleep, and gingerly tried to get out of bed.
…The key word being-'tried'.
"Come on, Xiao Lang." The brunette muttered to himself, hissing through his teeth as his movement caused shooting pains up and down his body. 'Do or do not-there is no try.'
Taking a deep breath, he halted, feeling a ridiculous amount of pride that he had gotten out of bed.
"All right then…One foot…in front of…the other…" Gripping whatever object he could to support himself, he staggered out the door into the hallway.
"Thank Kami-sama." Syaoran whispered as he slowly made his way down the corridors.
When Syaoran stumbled back into his room, he stopped and gaped in shock.
It was absolute chaos. Sakura, his mother, and his elder sister were frantically searching under the bed, behind a pillow, underneath chairs and around curtains.
He cautiously stepped into the room. "What are you looking for?" Syaoran asked curiously.
His cherry blossom was the one to reply. "Syaoran! Syaoran's missing! Do you know where he is?"
Syaoran looked on, dumbstruck. Once again, he tapped her on the shoulder. "Sakura?" He asked meekly.
"What do you want now, Syaoran? I'm looking for Syaoran!" She turned, then a few seconds later, whipped around once more, eyes widening.
"Syaoran!" Sakura cried, flinging herself into his arms. Syaoran thanked Kami that he had changed into his normal clothes…the god-forsaken paper they called clothes wouldn't survive the ordeal.
'…I'm not even sure that my robes can repel all this water…' He mused silently to himself, before cowering under the glare of three very furious women.
"Where were you!?" They cried, giving him the glare that only mothers, girlfriends, and sisters could produce.
Syaoran, being the smart boy that he was, stayed silent as the three carried on the tirade.
"…And we were so worried about you!" Yelen Li finished.
"…I'm sorry?" Syaoran questioned weakly. "Yeesh. I was just going to the bathroom." He said, bringing his hands up to ward off any more insane women.
"Oh." His sister looked mildly disappointed. "You mean no evil sorcerers, or flame breathing dragons or evil spirits that want to take over the world?"
Syaoran blinked. Then he blinked again. "…No."
His sister shrugged and sighed, muttering to herself. "Everything is so boring around here."
Sakura glanced and Syaoran and they smiled secretly. 'How little they knew…'
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Suddenly, the door burst open. 'Again.' Syaoran thought with annoyance. 'The poor door is going to be ripped off its hinges sometime during my stay.'
Eriol and Tomoyo walked in, carefully assessing the situation.
"So, my little descendant is safe and sound." Eriol smirked.
Syaoran blinked. "…Eh?"
"Oh, nothing, little descendant." Eriol said carelessly. "It's just that these lovely ladies called us in a frenzy, searching for poor, *delicate*-" At this Eriol sadistically grinned, "- little wolf."
Syaoran gritted his teeth, feeling the irresistible calling of wringing his ancestor's neck.
"I. Went. To. The. Bathroom." The miserable brunette griped. "Can't a guy go two meters anymore?"
Eriol, curse him, smiled innocently, and ruffled Syaoran's already mussed up hair. "Nope."
A doctor, thankfully, walked in, unbeknownst to the fact that she was stopping World War 3.
"Well, Li-san, we're going to have to take a few tests to see what's wrong with you. Most likely, it's the flu. It's best that we make certain, however."
Syaoran nodded. "Thank you Miss."
The woman favored him with a smile and a wink. "Have a nice day."
Syaoran sunk into his bed, suddenly feeling drained. His family and Sakura, having an amazing ability to sense such things, began to herd the friends out.
Suddenly, Sakura paused as she retrieved her purse.
"Tomoyo-chan, where's Kero?"
Tomoyo laughed, a delicate tinkling sound that made Eriol's gaze soften and his mouth curve upwards slightly.
"He's at home-he found out about some chocolate cake in the fridge."
A very distinct mutter came from the direction of the bed.
"Thank Kami-sama."
Sakura pouted. "Mou, Syao-chan, that's mean!" Then, favoring him with a soft grin, she leaned down and pecked him shyly on the cheek. "Ja ne, Syaoran. We'll be back in a bit."
Tomoyo smiled innocently and stated, "Yes, Syaoran-san, get well soon. We don't want little Sakura fretting over you, now do we?"
Syaoran had to swear, underneath that innocent smile lurked an insane devil- spawn woman who happened to like an insane devil-spawn who made his life miserable. Someone up there hated him. He knew it.
Eriol paused on his way out. With a flash of a sincere smile, he said, "Get better soon, Syaoran-san. You've made us all worried."
And with that he left.
Syaoran, on the other hand, stared, bewildered, shell shocked for many minutes after that.
Then, shrugging and falling back in bed, he decided not to think anymore. It just made his head hurt.
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As the group of rather noisy people walked down the hallways, doctors and patients glared at them alike. Unbeknownst to the happy and relieved party; a traitor dwelled in their midst.
A/N: I know that this is just a bit of of fluff, but I gave you two rather small clues. Anyway, you should be extremely proud I got this chapter up so quickly. Two updates in two days! Wow! (By the way, this is your cue to bow and say ooh and ahhh) ^_^
On a rather somber note, one of my friend's older brother was in a car crash yesterday, and he might be paralyzed. His entire family and his entire life is composed of sports, and it would devestate him and his family if the paralization was permenant. Please, take some time out of your day, and pray for him. He's only seventeen and a really nice guy. Thank you.
Also, thank you to especially to starquestor, who guilted me into doing yet another chapter so soon with her nice review.
Special thanks to windy*wings--You're wonderful! I loved your review! *Beams* Thank you ever so much!
*Hugs both reviewers* Thank you both for inspiring me (or, in starquestor's case, guilted me) into posting! *Waves* Ja ne!
Next chapter should be posted sometime in the vicinty of the next two days.
By: Shichan Goddess
The Hazardous and Cursed Trip to the Bathroom
The sun peeked through the clouds early the next morning as Syaoran sighed, staring sightlessly out the window.
He quickly glanced around to make certain that Sakura and his family were asleep, and gingerly tried to get out of bed.
…The key word being-'tried'.
"Come on, Xiao Lang." The brunette muttered to himself, hissing through his teeth as his movement caused shooting pains up and down his body. 'Do or do not-there is no try.'
Taking a deep breath, he halted, feeling a ridiculous amount of pride that he had gotten out of bed.
"All right then…One foot…in front of…the other…" Gripping whatever object he could to support himself, he staggered out the door into the hallway.
"Thank Kami-sama." Syaoran whispered as he slowly made his way down the corridors.
When Syaoran stumbled back into his room, he stopped and gaped in shock.
It was absolute chaos. Sakura, his mother, and his elder sister were frantically searching under the bed, behind a pillow, underneath chairs and around curtains.
He cautiously stepped into the room. "What are you looking for?" Syaoran asked curiously.
His cherry blossom was the one to reply. "Syaoran! Syaoran's missing! Do you know where he is?"
Syaoran looked on, dumbstruck. Once again, he tapped her on the shoulder. "Sakura?" He asked meekly.
"What do you want now, Syaoran? I'm looking for Syaoran!" She turned, then a few seconds later, whipped around once more, eyes widening.
"Syaoran!" Sakura cried, flinging herself into his arms. Syaoran thanked Kami that he had changed into his normal clothes…the god-forsaken paper they called clothes wouldn't survive the ordeal.
'…I'm not even sure that my robes can repel all this water…' He mused silently to himself, before cowering under the glare of three very furious women.
"Where were you!?" They cried, giving him the glare that only mothers, girlfriends, and sisters could produce.
Syaoran, being the smart boy that he was, stayed silent as the three carried on the tirade.
"…And we were so worried about you!" Yelen Li finished.
"…I'm sorry?" Syaoran questioned weakly. "Yeesh. I was just going to the bathroom." He said, bringing his hands up to ward off any more insane women.
"Oh." His sister looked mildly disappointed. "You mean no evil sorcerers, or flame breathing dragons or evil spirits that want to take over the world?"
Syaoran blinked. Then he blinked again. "…No."
His sister shrugged and sighed, muttering to herself. "Everything is so boring around here."
Sakura glanced and Syaoran and they smiled secretly. 'How little they knew…'
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Suddenly, the door burst open. 'Again.' Syaoran thought with annoyance. 'The poor door is going to be ripped off its hinges sometime during my stay.'
Eriol and Tomoyo walked in, carefully assessing the situation.
"So, my little descendant is safe and sound." Eriol smirked.
Syaoran blinked. "…Eh?"
"Oh, nothing, little descendant." Eriol said carelessly. "It's just that these lovely ladies called us in a frenzy, searching for poor, *delicate*-" At this Eriol sadistically grinned, "- little wolf."
Syaoran gritted his teeth, feeling the irresistible calling of wringing his ancestor's neck.
"I. Went. To. The. Bathroom." The miserable brunette griped. "Can't a guy go two meters anymore?"
Eriol, curse him, smiled innocently, and ruffled Syaoran's already mussed up hair. "Nope."
A doctor, thankfully, walked in, unbeknownst to the fact that she was stopping World War 3.
"Well, Li-san, we're going to have to take a few tests to see what's wrong with you. Most likely, it's the flu. It's best that we make certain, however."
Syaoran nodded. "Thank you Miss."
The woman favored him with a smile and a wink. "Have a nice day."
Syaoran sunk into his bed, suddenly feeling drained. His family and Sakura, having an amazing ability to sense such things, began to herd the friends out.
Suddenly, Sakura paused as she retrieved her purse.
"Tomoyo-chan, where's Kero?"
Tomoyo laughed, a delicate tinkling sound that made Eriol's gaze soften and his mouth curve upwards slightly.
"He's at home-he found out about some chocolate cake in the fridge."
A very distinct mutter came from the direction of the bed.
"Thank Kami-sama."
Sakura pouted. "Mou, Syao-chan, that's mean!" Then, favoring him with a soft grin, she leaned down and pecked him shyly on the cheek. "Ja ne, Syaoran. We'll be back in a bit."
Tomoyo smiled innocently and stated, "Yes, Syaoran-san, get well soon. We don't want little Sakura fretting over you, now do we?"
Syaoran had to swear, underneath that innocent smile lurked an insane devil- spawn woman who happened to like an insane devil-spawn who made his life miserable. Someone up there hated him. He knew it.
Eriol paused on his way out. With a flash of a sincere smile, he said, "Get better soon, Syaoran-san. You've made us all worried."
And with that he left.
Syaoran, on the other hand, stared, bewildered, shell shocked for many minutes after that.
Then, shrugging and falling back in bed, he decided not to think anymore. It just made his head hurt.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As the group of rather noisy people walked down the hallways, doctors and patients glared at them alike. Unbeknownst to the happy and relieved party; a traitor dwelled in their midst.
A/N: I know that this is just a bit of of fluff, but I gave you two rather small clues. Anyway, you should be extremely proud I got this chapter up so quickly. Two updates in two days! Wow! (By the way, this is your cue to bow and say ooh and ahhh) ^_^
On a rather somber note, one of my friend's older brother was in a car crash yesterday, and he might be paralyzed. His entire family and his entire life is composed of sports, and it would devestate him and his family if the paralization was permenant. Please, take some time out of your day, and pray for him. He's only seventeen and a really nice guy. Thank you.
Also, thank you to especially to starquestor, who guilted me into doing yet another chapter so soon with her nice review.
Special thanks to windy*wings--You're wonderful! I loved your review! *Beams* Thank you ever so much!
*Hugs both reviewers* Thank you both for inspiring me (or, in starquestor's case, guilted me) into posting! *Waves* Ja ne!
Next chapter should be posted sometime in the vicinty of the next two days.
