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The song: "She Loves Me Not" by Papa Roach
We don't own that either. At the end of the chappy, you can meet our buddies in crime, B.O.B., and Mittens and Twinkle, though they are shy.
Disclaimer: We don't own anything except this story we think. Not even the song present.
Emotional Battlegrounds
By: Pink Cherry Blossom
Tigerzlily14
KITTY15
Chapter 1: What's it like under HOUSE ARREST?
"blah"=talking
"blah"=thinking
*****=new scene
"blah"=song lyrics
************************18 Months Later-2 Dec 2002************************ Man, this sucks, I'm mean, really sucks. I can't call anyone, can't e-mail anyone, I can't even send packages to people for their birthdays. Heck, I can't even receive the packages I get. I'm 13, and I'm under HOUSE ARREST! Plus, no one knows of the "activities" *shudders* I go through, and these bruises....the others think it's from training.
Syaoran Li, who had grown taller and became more build, was in his room, his only sanctuary. He wiped away some loose tears that escaped his red-puffy eyes. His room contained green walls, sheets, curtains, closet, and more. He had a mini-library containing magic books and his hidden private books of his own, and a small cherry wood desk with a petite chair with a forest-green cushion. He had pictures on a table next to his 4-poster bed , which held 4: One of his hold family, one which was a snapshot done by Madison with everyone from his 5th grade class, one of Sakura which was secretly took, and the last one, his favorite, His dad and him before he died. The walls had many chinese swords and calligraphy, and other things that caught Syaoran's interest. The door was next to his walk in closet by the bathroom.
Poor Syaoran, whenever he picked up the phone to call, the operator would somehow prevent him from talking to anyone, even the pizza guy. He had tried to order tickets to anywhere but China online, but that didn't work, and he had tried to runaway, but guards were around 24/7 to stop him. They were told by Yelan that it was do to "Magic" outside and she wanted to "protect" her son. Of course, they have no magic, so they can't sense an aura even if there was one. He had tried to escape, but those plans crashed and burned, leaving dire consequences through which he had to suffer severely.
Syaoran hated his life. He wasn't going to end it do to this problem, he wanted to get away. He went to the local school, Chang Xin Junior High, but he had no real friends. They either felt abashed by him or they worshiped him. The only ones who cared were Wei, who was like the father he never had.
He cried silently every night. One would think he was a weakling, but he tried to be strong for himself. He still held the responsibility of the leader of the Li Clan, so he was tough as nails on the outside, but he was vulnerable inside. He was very uneasy around his mother, she still had her night escapades with him, after which he cried straight after she fell asleep. He first was a harsh, emotionless warrior, turned to a warm, caring, sentimental friend, which did a 180 to a timid, feeble boy trapped in a strong, responsible man's body.
It was midnight, and he was flipping through his notebook, that contained many emotional releases written by the 13-year old.. He had every plan written, his journal, his poems, short stories, drawings (at which was also known as a great talent to everyone at home), even music score sheets. He changed to the book that contained songs/poetry that he had written, to get "away" from the atrocious "acts" at home. Syaoran, quietly went to his closet where he kept his guitar. His sister, Fuutie, bought it for his birthday in July, which was 5 months ago. He learned from books that his other sister bought on how to play it. Since then, he taught himself in-between the schedule set for him. Fuutie and his sisters had no magic either so they believed what their mom said and gave it to him to keep him busy. Since it was December, he played some of the music he composed, but it was a struggling act to do. He finished 3 already.
He strummed a few chords on it, making sure it was still in tune. It helped him relax, and he could care less if anyone woke up. Sometimes, he would get depressed knowing he was "tainted" that he wrote very 'ugly' songs. The metallic green guitar had a picture of a wolf near the bridge howling at the blue full moon located in a starry night background near the fingerboard. Syaoran's crimson-stained amber eyes scanned the pages 'till he reached one that he wanted to finish. He had the lyrics, but needed to finish the score sheet. He wiped his eyes again.
I guess I'll play this one, She Loves Me Not.......how ironic..... Now I have to finish the score........ Syaoran started to play the first few chores and then the tune just flowed as he strummed with his green pick.
When
I see her eyes look into my eyes
Then I realize that she can see
inside my head
So I close my eyes thinking that I could
hide
Disassociate so I don't have to lose my head
The
situation, is to agitation if she cut me off
Would this be an
amputation?
I
don't know if I care
I'm the jerk, life's not fair
Fighting all
the time
This is out of line
She loves me not, loves me not!
Do
you realize I won't compromise
She loves me not, loves me not!
Over
the past five years I have shed my tears
I have drank my beers and
watch my fingers fly away
Then until this day you still swing my
way
But its sad to say sometimes she says she loves me not
But
I hesitate to tell her I hate
This relationship I wanted to date
this is over
I
don't know if I care
I'm the jerk, life's not fair
Fighting all
the time
This is out of line
She loves me not, loves me not!
Do
you realize I won't compromise
She loves me not, loves me not!
Life's
Not Fair
I'm the jerk!
Line
for line, rhyme for rhyme
Sometimes I be writin' all the goddamn
time
It's makin' me sick
Relationship is gettin' ill
This
your stupid man
On the lil, could you feel
What I feel, what's
the deal girl
We're tearin' up each others world
We should be
in harmony boy and girl
That is a promise we made
Back in the
day
You told me that things wouldn't be this way
I think we
should work this out
'Cause all I didn't mean is to scream and
shout
I
don't know if I care
I'm the jerk, life's not fair
Fighting all
the time
This is out of line
She loves me not, loves me not!
Do
you realize I won't compromise
She loves me not, loves me not!
Life's
not fair!
Life's not fair!
Life's not fair!
I'm the
jerk!
Life's not fair!
She loves me not!
Loves me not!
Wow, I have the chords, all I have to do is write them down. Syaoran liked the way the melody came out, it was so fitting into his life, his mom, except a couple of words, but then again, one of his cousins wrote the lyrics anyway. He quickly sketched the notes down before he forgot. He sat there going over the song and decided he liked it, so he kept it the way it was.
He was finally tired, so he laid down in his green and gold silk pajamas and laid there thinking some more. Tears threaten to fall from the depressed boy as he ran across his memories. These last months, I haven't done much. I still train, I have no friends, Meiling doesn't visit anymore. I can't call anyone, or go outside even if it's winter. All I do study, and learn more magic skills from those scrolls. And the old crusty men that if you touch them they turn to dust, also known as the 'elders' complain. The elders say I'm almost as strong Sakura now, but now finally when you accomplish something', they have a new goal....It's never good enough for them. And those violations, Syaoran wiped more tears out his eyes, I'm surprised I'm still sane and/or alive. I shocked no one has found out yet either, people are too senile these days. Well, now I feeling depressed, good going Syaoran. You know you're life sucks, and now since you're talking to yourself, maybe you are insane. All you had these months to survive and getaway from your pitiful life was your guitar, your songs, your skills, your soccer ball (which you given up), your martial arts, your sisters, Wei, food, and your determination, hope and strength to succeed in one of your plans even though they've been foiled like a cartoon villain's. God, it's hopeless. I want to get away, and I can't. Damn me, damn the world, damn Niang. I don't even know why she does it!!! I feel tired, I'm done thinking today.....I'll go to sleep before I end up have a breakdown or a sob-fest........
Syaoran quickly fell asleep with tears still rolling down his face, leaving his cheeks scarlet and rosy. He had a wonderful dream out of many nightmare filled ones. He actually escaped and lived in Japan. He sighed, turned over and slept peacefully with a slight small creepy up on his face....
PCB: Yes! We finished! -pumps fist in air-
T14: No, now we wait for reviews... ^_^
PCB: But that's easy! ^.^
K15: Then we have to write chapter 2...
PCB: Then get started, I have to type.
T14: Fine then, snobby. -_-'
PCB: I'll set Bob on you!!!
K15: Your big blue blob?
PCB: -blows raspberry- No, he is actually a kirby look-a-like.
T14: o.O But I like Kirby, and it looks nothing like it...
PCB: Sure he does. He's Icy Blue, looks like a ball with small circle hands and feel and looks like this (^_^)U -------------He even had Wild Cherry Pepsi!!!!
K15: That's not him. He's much cuter than the blue blob.
PCB: I like to see your up here. They're too scared. Bob can at least come. Look over there. -Sees Bob dancing a little dance, it's so cute!-
T14: So? Mittens will come next time. -Walks over to Bob and punts him into the atmosphere-
PCB: Why u do that? -Runs over to her and gets ready to punch her but KittyN15 stops her-
K15: Now, now, don't do that!
PCB: T_T Why not, she hurt Bob.
K15: -_-' because she needs to help write the next
chappy!
PCB: oh, -_-U Then she best watch out for Mittens! MWA AHAHHA AHHAHAHHA AHAHHAHAHA AHHAHAHHA AHHAHAH AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHH!
T14: -breaths- I better find mittens, oh and people there. -looks at readers -READ AND REVIEW!!!!