Disclaimer: I may not own it yet, but my plans for world domination are underway…somewhat, and then, then it will be mine, ALL MINE!!!!!!!
Syaoran: baka…
Ammy: Do you really want to end up on one of my carnivorous monkey islands?
Syaoran: O.O;;
Ammy: I didn't think so…MWAHAHAHAHAHA*cough, cough* HAHAHAHA*hack* HA*choke*! Gotta stop doing that.
A/N: I got Spirited Away on DVD!
Syaoran: So…?
Ammy: It's so cool! My friend called me and we were talking about it! "Sen, Sen, what did you do to me?"
Syaoran: You're weird.
Ammy: I know! We also talked about how normality is over rated! Wahh, I can't eat bread…only matzah. I've been dreaming of Big and Tastys (don't own.) for the last 2 nights! I wonder how a Matzah Burger (HA! I bet I own that!) tastes…..
Warnings: Shonen ai, shojo ai, mild language, Nakuru finding a recipe for chocolate chip cookies (I CAN'T EAT THAT EITHER!!!!!!!) O.o (you should have seen how messy the paper I wrote this on was…)
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Chapter 1: Dreams, Memories, and Chocolate Chip Cookies
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Seventeen books, seventeen damn hell sent books, and not one damned thing to do with white magic, ways to disable it, vastly overpower it, our negate it. God, Eriol wasted money.
"Hey! A recipe for chocolate chip cookies!" Nakuru scanned the page intently, scribbling the recipe down. Suppi rolled his eyes, muttering something about "air-headed cross dressers".
The great mage flipped the pages of a dusty old volume of a dictionary of something or other.
Trying to ransom his Syaoran had taken the last straw into negatives.
"Eriol-saaaaaaaaaama," Nakuru whined, shutting her book with a snap, "We've gone through TEN MILLION books, can't we take a break?" She pouted. Syaoran yawned, further proving her point. The brown haired boy sent the bouncy guardian a look that clearly said "There, I've paid you back for capturing Kinomoto". Eriol shut his book and motioned for them to follow him.
"I'll keep looking master," Suppi turned a page.
"Very well, Spinel."
When they reached the kitchen, Eriol put a pot on the stove and dumped two cups of water in.
Nakuru bounded over with a pack of dehydrated ramen noodles (A/N: God, I miss those*sniffs at a ramen wrapper she hid* Ahhhh.) and unceremoniously dumped them in. The mage whipped around, hearing a crash.
Syaoran was on his knees, breathing heavily.
"Daijobu desu ka?" Eriol put a hand on the other's shoulder, quickly flooding the half-breed's veins with healing magic.
"I'm..alright," Syaoran gasped.
"Nakuru-chan, get some water!" Eriol instructed the fidgeting guardian. She nodded, eyes wide, dashing over to the cupboard. Eriol gently pressed the glass to the little wolf's lips. Syaoran drank, grateful for the liquid soothing his dry throat. Syaoran pushed the glass away, "I'm alright Eriol, really." He smiled. "You're overprotective."
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"Stupid, stupid Demons!" Tomoyo paced the room for the thousandth time.
"Ne, Tomoyo-chan, wouldn't you like to sit down now?" Sakura asked, head spinning.
Tomoyo ignored her. "I swear they're going to die by my hands!"
"That's fine, Tomoyo-chan. If you pace like that in front of them, it would be a very tortuous way of killing them!"
Tomoyo stopped pacing long enough to throw a pillow at Sakura.
"Phwee…"
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Syaoran's brown hair was matted, missing its usual luster. Dirt and tears had stained his cheeks, a gash was under his right eye was bleeding sluggishly. His amber eyes were haunting, but more so were his words; "I failed."
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Eriol sat straight up, gasping for breath, cold sweat trickled down his forehead as he fumbled for his glasses. After he got them on, he stood and made his way to Syaoran's room.
Dreams usually meant something, but there were no symbols or direct actions that meant anything. It was frustrating. But he had seen everything so clearly, was it a vision of things to come? The mage shuddered.
He opened the door, leaning lightly against the post, staring at the sleeping figure. It was just too much of a coincidence. The dream, Syaoran collapsing, and Syaoran should have been able to sense the aproaching auras of Yamazaki and Daidoji, no matter how well hidden! That's why he was second in command, his magical strength seconded only by Eriol's. A lot of Demons had complained about the choice, saying that Syaoran was as much Angel as Demon, so he could easily turn on them. Eriol had argued back, saying that he was as much Demon as Angel, therefor he was trustworthy.
Syaoran had ignored the comments, but inside Eriol knew they stung. The little wolf hadn't trusted anyone, no one at all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashybackythingymagigymabobymathing (A/N: I OWN THAT WORD!!)~~~~~~~~~~~
Rain fell in heavy turrets, as the navy haired mage stepped out of the doorway, staring at a figure standing in the falling drops. "Hello," the mage smiled.
The boy whipped around, quick as The Dash, sword in one hand, wings outstretched, one hanging at an odd angle, as if it were broken. "Kisama!" He shouted, "Get away from me!"
Eriol took no notice of the other's actions, "Watashi wa Hiiragizawa Eriol desu." He smiled again, "What's your name?"
"Why do you care?" The other sneered, "No one cares who a half breed is!"
Eriol stared at the black feathered wings, then shrugged, moving aside to grant the other access to the house. "Demon or Angel you should come out of the rain."
"Don't mock me!" The half-breed shouted, "No one cares about half-breeds! No one cares whether I get sick or not! No one cares whether I live or die!" He looked wild, like a feral animal, fierce and skinny. Hatred shown in his eyes, hatred and pain.
"Well," Eriol stepped closer to the other boy. "I care."
A harsh laugh that quickly dissolved into coughing was the answer.
Eriol frowned, moving next to the other, setting one arm around his shoulders and a hand on his throat. The other jerked backwards, fear showing clearly in his eyes.
"I'm not going to strangle you." Eriol spoke soothingly, "You can trust me."
"Why should I?" The other eyed the navy haired mage warily, "My own mother didn't give a damn about me, so why should a stranger?"
"Because, you don't have anywhere else to turn to. Am I correct?" Eriol stared the other straight in the eye, "And because I couldn't hurt something so beautiful."
The half-breed was lovely. He had messy brown hair that shown in the rain, amber-brown eyes, and those feathered black wings were incredible. He was even cuter when he blushed like that.
The boy blushed and aloud Eriol to lay a hand under his chin. A white glow appeared, shining around the half- breed. He pulled away when Eriol was done. "H-healer!" He looked up at Eriol, curiosity showing in his amber-brown eyes, "You healed me…why?" He put a hand to his throat, where Eriol's had been a moment ago
"Tell me your name," Eriol requested.
"Li Syaoran."
"Just because, Syaoran."
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Syaoran stirred slightly, opening his eyes, "Eriol?"
"Sorry I woke you up."
"S'okay," Syaoran motioned for the other to sit next to him. The mage obliged.
"What's wrong?"
"I had a dream…"
"You and your dreams…" Syaoran mumbled, rolling his eyes. Eriol chuckled, obviously the little wolf was fine, he shouldn't have worried.
"Goodnight." Eriol lightly kissed the amber-eyed boy.
"G'night."
