Trials Of Love
By: Shichan Goddess
Why Boredom Is the Most Dangerous Disease
Syaoran was a warrior. He was also the son of the wealthiest clan in China. But Syaoran was also extremely *bored*.
Amber eyes studied the blank wall above him dully. As there was nothing of interest in the room, he preceded to sigh, resigned to his fate.
One, two, three, four…
3,653, 3654, 3,655…
'I hope this wall doesn't collapse before I get out of here. How many cracks can a wall hold?' Syaoran thought idly.
He sniffled, his head feeling like a giant wooden block, and moaned after he sneezed in rapid secession. The dark haired boy quickly reached for the box of tissues, lying so innocently in wait on the bedroom table.
"Tissues," He stated seriously, staring at the inconspicuous box. "You are my friend."
If he was expecting some sort of recognition and praise or awe, he got none,
The tissue box simply sat there.
With a sigh, he chucked the box over his shoulder, wincing as it struck the wall with a dull thud, sending lightening pains down his skull.
'Great.' The amber eyed boy thought. 'Just great. Now I'm talking to tissue boxes. The first sign of insanity.'
A sarcastic voice that sounded annoyingly like Kero, the stupid stuffed animal answered.
'You went crazy a long time ago.'
Syaoran mused absently on something he had once heard. 'Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity, but the final one is when you start answering back.'
He shrugged to himself, not at all bothered. He had figured he was a little odd a while back.
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Sakura Kinomoto could not help but wring her hands anxiously, as she awaited for her ride to come. Tomoyo and Eriol had left together, much to her amusement, and both of the elder Li's had disappeared, and she vaguely recalled them going to a nearby hotel.
This teenager, barely sixteen, stalked through the hospital, not wanting to return home. For the first time in her life, she longed to stay at the hospital, though she despised it. A little nudging from her intuition filled her with dread-she knew something was going to happen.
But for goodness sakes-what? The honey haired child nearly screamed in frustration, her irritation etching itself across her face. It became increasingly evident to Sakura that she had to calm down, as several doctors and nurses avoided her path.
Sakura smirked to herself, uncharacteristically feeling happiness as the doctors squirmed under her gaze.
'Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned. Stupid doctors had better find out what's wrong with Syao-chan.'
The emerald-eyed teen blinked then heaved a sigh. She knew she shouldn't blame the doctors-but whom else could she blame? And no one was doing anything about the insane psycho that had left that dagger next to his pillow
How were two more guards going to stop this person?
…The answer simply was, they couldn't.
An idea started to formulate in Sakura's sweet little head, the wheels turning faster and faster.
'Perhaps…' She mused. 'I can stand watch myself with my cards-no one will get passed them!'
Brightening considerably, she skipped down the hall. Her smile wilted however, quite suddenly.
"How am I going to convince Touya?"
"Convince me of what, squirt?"
Sakura nearly jumped two meters in the air. "Touya! I didn't hear you!"
"Quite obviously, monster."
Sakura bristled, but held her temper in check.
"So, shorty, what's up?"
Oh, how she dearly wanted to stamp on his foot. However inviting it was, however, the teen refrained from doing so. With an inward sigh of regret, Sakura put on her most innocent smile for her older brother.
"Ohhhh Oni-san…" Sakura drawled sweetly, blinking huge, doe-like eyes under a fringe of eyelashes.
Touya immediately became suspicious. That smiled only meant one thing…the squirt was up to something.
"What?" He asked cautiously.
She rubbed her toe into the carpet. "Well, I was just wondering…"
Touya lifted an amused eyebrow. "Uh huh?"
"Well…canIstaywithSyaoransohewon'tbealoneandIcanprotecthimcanIplease, please, please!?"
Touya blinked for a moment, shell-shocked at how quickly words could meld into each other. After taking a moment to discern the words in his head, he glanced back at Sakura's hopeful, bright eyes.
He heaved a sigh. "The gaki?"
Sakura pouted. "Don't call him that!"
Touya messed up her hair before she could pull away. Smiling fondly, he stated. "All right, Sakura. But only because the brat's sick."
"Yatta!" Sakura paused only to give her brother a tight hug before sprinting down the halls. "Thank you, Oni-san!"
Touya glanced at her, chuckling. Three, two, one…
The beautiful teen screeched to a stop, looking abysmally sheepish. "Whoops!"
As the teenager barreled past, in the right direction this time, Touya heard a growl.
"Not a word Touya! Not a word."
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' I shall extract my revenge on this cruel, uncaring world. And they shall see that love and kindness is but only an illusion; a mere cloak that shrouds and hides the injustice in this world. Evil shall always prosper.' The ancient figure twitched restlessly as feelings as old as time rose up; engulfing it like a tidal wave. Bitter memories engulfed it of its loves deadly betrayal. They were supposed to be together forever; but it seemed forever was only until it's love found another.
It shook its head, clearing it from thoughts of the past. 'Until I can get that sorcerer's body,' It mused, 'I will need another host. But who…?'
It usually took the image of a young child- after all, who would ever suspect the visage of innocence? All went well, for her anyway, if the victim did not look into her trademark glittering black eyes. Cruel eyes that were older than time itself.
A long black braid bouncing up and down cheerfully…
'Someone…'
Agile, pale hands twisted nervously with a hand held camcorder.
'No one…'
A soft, melodious voice that was darkened with worry; but cheerful all the same.
'Will ever…'
Violet eyes twinkled with life, while the eyes that studied her twinkled with malice.
'Suspect…'
Tomoyo Didjoubu turned, uncertainly peering behind her shoulder as a sudden chill went over her, leaving the hairs that graced her neck standing straight up.
She shrugged it off; which was to be the biggest mistake in her young life.
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"Somebody shoot me!" Syaoran moaned, drowning in his misery.
A cold, yet eerily familiar voice replied. "I believe that can be arranged."
A/N:
*Smirks* Evil, I know. But do I care? *Ponders for a moment* Nope! Actually, that's because
A. I'm feeling evil and
B. I've already started the next chapter.
*Claps* Anyways, I want to thank my loyal and very, extremely kind, wonderful, beautiful reviewers. You've really made my day! I'm still dazed by all the support that you've given me, and I love you guys for it!
*Hugs*
Special thanks to Windywings and starquestor for their awesome reviews.
Windy*wings- Thank you ever so much for supporting me and reviewing! I don't think I've ever had such a nice, wonderful, and loyal reviewer! I'm so happy you like my stuff! And I'm glad you find my somewhat questionable and odd humor amusing. *Beams proudly* I have no idea why you do, but thank you! You really make my day! *Sniffles and hugs, breaking into tears and bawling*
Starquestor: You're awesome! Thank you, I'm glad to know that you care and are praying for him. He is, actually, paralyzed, but he's handling it quite well. He has the biggest amount of faith I have ever known. He believes it was all part of God's plan and has no regrets. When they pulled him out of the car, the first thing he said was that he was so happy to be alive. Thank you for your support.
By: Shichan Goddess
Why Boredom Is the Most Dangerous Disease
Syaoran was a warrior. He was also the son of the wealthiest clan in China. But Syaoran was also extremely *bored*.
Amber eyes studied the blank wall above him dully. As there was nothing of interest in the room, he preceded to sigh, resigned to his fate.
One, two, three, four…
3,653, 3654, 3,655…
'I hope this wall doesn't collapse before I get out of here. How many cracks can a wall hold?' Syaoran thought idly.
He sniffled, his head feeling like a giant wooden block, and moaned after he sneezed in rapid secession. The dark haired boy quickly reached for the box of tissues, lying so innocently in wait on the bedroom table.
"Tissues," He stated seriously, staring at the inconspicuous box. "You are my friend."
If he was expecting some sort of recognition and praise or awe, he got none,
The tissue box simply sat there.
With a sigh, he chucked the box over his shoulder, wincing as it struck the wall with a dull thud, sending lightening pains down his skull.
'Great.' The amber eyed boy thought. 'Just great. Now I'm talking to tissue boxes. The first sign of insanity.'
A sarcastic voice that sounded annoyingly like Kero, the stupid stuffed animal answered.
'You went crazy a long time ago.'
Syaoran mused absently on something he had once heard. 'Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity, but the final one is when you start answering back.'
He shrugged to himself, not at all bothered. He had figured he was a little odd a while back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sakura Kinomoto could not help but wring her hands anxiously, as she awaited for her ride to come. Tomoyo and Eriol had left together, much to her amusement, and both of the elder Li's had disappeared, and she vaguely recalled them going to a nearby hotel.
This teenager, barely sixteen, stalked through the hospital, not wanting to return home. For the first time in her life, she longed to stay at the hospital, though she despised it. A little nudging from her intuition filled her with dread-she knew something was going to happen.
But for goodness sakes-what? The honey haired child nearly screamed in frustration, her irritation etching itself across her face. It became increasingly evident to Sakura that she had to calm down, as several doctors and nurses avoided her path.
Sakura smirked to herself, uncharacteristically feeling happiness as the doctors squirmed under her gaze.
'Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned. Stupid doctors had better find out what's wrong with Syao-chan.'
The emerald-eyed teen blinked then heaved a sigh. She knew she shouldn't blame the doctors-but whom else could she blame? And no one was doing anything about the insane psycho that had left that dagger next to his pillow
How were two more guards going to stop this person?
…The answer simply was, they couldn't.
An idea started to formulate in Sakura's sweet little head, the wheels turning faster and faster.
'Perhaps…' She mused. 'I can stand watch myself with my cards-no one will get passed them!'
Brightening considerably, she skipped down the hall. Her smile wilted however, quite suddenly.
"How am I going to convince Touya?"
"Convince me of what, squirt?"
Sakura nearly jumped two meters in the air. "Touya! I didn't hear you!"
"Quite obviously, monster."
Sakura bristled, but held her temper in check.
"So, shorty, what's up?"
Oh, how she dearly wanted to stamp on his foot. However inviting it was, however, the teen refrained from doing so. With an inward sigh of regret, Sakura put on her most innocent smile for her older brother.
"Ohhhh Oni-san…" Sakura drawled sweetly, blinking huge, doe-like eyes under a fringe of eyelashes.
Touya immediately became suspicious. That smiled only meant one thing…the squirt was up to something.
"What?" He asked cautiously.
She rubbed her toe into the carpet. "Well, I was just wondering…"
Touya lifted an amused eyebrow. "Uh huh?"
"Well…canIstaywithSyaoransohewon'tbealoneandIcanprotecthimcanIplease, please, please!?"
Touya blinked for a moment, shell-shocked at how quickly words could meld into each other. After taking a moment to discern the words in his head, he glanced back at Sakura's hopeful, bright eyes.
He heaved a sigh. "The gaki?"
Sakura pouted. "Don't call him that!"
Touya messed up her hair before she could pull away. Smiling fondly, he stated. "All right, Sakura. But only because the brat's sick."
"Yatta!" Sakura paused only to give her brother a tight hug before sprinting down the halls. "Thank you, Oni-san!"
Touya glanced at her, chuckling. Three, two, one…
The beautiful teen screeched to a stop, looking abysmally sheepish. "Whoops!"
As the teenager barreled past, in the right direction this time, Touya heard a growl.
"Not a word Touya! Not a word."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
' I shall extract my revenge on this cruel, uncaring world. And they shall see that love and kindness is but only an illusion; a mere cloak that shrouds and hides the injustice in this world. Evil shall always prosper.' The ancient figure twitched restlessly as feelings as old as time rose up; engulfing it like a tidal wave. Bitter memories engulfed it of its loves deadly betrayal. They were supposed to be together forever; but it seemed forever was only until it's love found another.
It shook its head, clearing it from thoughts of the past. 'Until I can get that sorcerer's body,' It mused, 'I will need another host. But who…?'
It usually took the image of a young child- after all, who would ever suspect the visage of innocence? All went well, for her anyway, if the victim did not look into her trademark glittering black eyes. Cruel eyes that were older than time itself.
A long black braid bouncing up and down cheerfully…
'Someone…'
Agile, pale hands twisted nervously with a hand held camcorder.
'No one…'
A soft, melodious voice that was darkened with worry; but cheerful all the same.
'Will ever…'
Violet eyes twinkled with life, while the eyes that studied her twinkled with malice.
'Suspect…'
Tomoyo Didjoubu turned, uncertainly peering behind her shoulder as a sudden chill went over her, leaving the hairs that graced her neck standing straight up.
She shrugged it off; which was to be the biggest mistake in her young life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Somebody shoot me!" Syaoran moaned, drowning in his misery.
A cold, yet eerily familiar voice replied. "I believe that can be arranged."
A/N:
*Smirks* Evil, I know. But do I care? *Ponders for a moment* Nope! Actually, that's because
A. I'm feeling evil and
B. I've already started the next chapter.
*Claps* Anyways, I want to thank my loyal and very, extremely kind, wonderful, beautiful reviewers. You've really made my day! I'm still dazed by all the support that you've given me, and I love you guys for it!
*Hugs*
Special thanks to Windywings and starquestor for their awesome reviews.
Windy*wings- Thank you ever so much for supporting me and reviewing! I don't think I've ever had such a nice, wonderful, and loyal reviewer! I'm so happy you like my stuff! And I'm glad you find my somewhat questionable and odd humor amusing. *Beams proudly* I have no idea why you do, but thank you! You really make my day! *Sniffles and hugs, breaking into tears and bawling*
Starquestor: You're awesome! Thank you, I'm glad to know that you care and are praying for him. He is, actually, paralyzed, but he's handling it quite well. He has the biggest amount of faith I have ever known. He believes it was all part of God's plan and has no regrets. When they pulled him out of the car, the first thing he said was that he was so happy to be alive. Thank you for your support.
