AN: Well. Lookie here. Poe has actually gotten off her lazy, procrastinating ass and posted her story! Yay. It first started out as a Sakura perspective on rain (which I wrote while I was depressed and had PMS, which is why its so gloomy compared to the rest of it.) and then quickly mutated into this monstrosity of a story. It's your standard 'Syaoran goes back to Hong Kong but there's no Sealed Card fic', and in this one it's been two years since he left Japan. But, due to my rather twisted sense of humor, it has a rather unique way of getting our little wolf to Tomoeda. I hope, at the very least, it'll make you chuckle.
Dedication: Brooke and Steph. This thing would have never ended up like this if you two didn't fight all the damn time. But I still love you, garshdangit. Thanks.
Disclaimer: Me no own CardCaptor Sakura.
***
I woke up to the sound of rain falling softly on the roof, drizzling outside my window. My room was tinted a gray-blue, the vivid pinks and yellows pale in the soft light of the hazy morning; the world seemed dim, washed and faded like a pair of jeans worn to often, washed too much. Down the hall I could hear Touya shifting restlessly, tossing and turning in his sleep as dreams haunted his thoughts.
Blankly, I stared up at the ceiling willing my body to relax, my mind to drift away into the folds of sleep. After what seemed like an eternity I glanced over at the clock, its bright green numbers proudly displaying the time: 5:04. No way I was going back to sleep now; no, I was far to awake, staring restlessly at me window, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain.
I have to get up now…I thought. I have to get up, start my day… I tried to convince my body to move, tried to get my limp legs to roll out of bed; finally my body responded and I pushed the covers away soundlessly, sitting up on the edge of my bed and stuffing my feet into my slippers. I stole out of my room quietly, feet padding softly against the wooden floor, trying not to wake anyone as I walked down into the kitchen. I stumbled around blearily dumping some coffee into the grinder, filling the pot up with water as I watched the rain drip steadily down, casting a gray fog of the world.
The machine shut off and I poured myself a cup, adding milk and a spoonful of sugar or two. I stirred my coffee, watching as the dark mahogany color slowly faded into creamy brown, the liquid spinning in my cup.
After a few more refills, I was feeling slightly more human and was more or less awake; the rain had slacked off some as well, but the heavy clouds stayed put, content to shadow over Tomoeda. Upstairs I could hear my father slowly waking up and I willed him not to. The cold morning seemed like mine somehow, like a dream that I didn't want to wake up from. The silence of my house comforted me, wrapped me up in thick folds like a warm blanket over my shoulders. I didn't want my day to start; I didn't want to go to school.
"Sakura?"
I turned, facing my dad as he stood uncertainly on the stairs, giving me a worried look. "Morning, dad." I gave him a lopsided grin. "Didn't expect to see me up, huh?"
"No, I certainly didn't! You're never up this early, Sakura. Are you sick?" he gave me another concerned look, and I sighed inwardly.
"No, I'm fine dad. I just couldn't sleep, that's all." I replied, shifting in my seat so I was looking out the window again. "The rain woke me up."
"Oh." Silence filled the kitchen as I watched the rain outside and my dad moved around, filling himself a cup of coffee and popping a piece of toast into the toaster. I made idle chitchat with him, not really paying attention to our conversation. Touya came clomping the stairs at around six; when he saw me at the table he tripped over the last step and fell face first into the kitchen floor. When he finally peeled himself off of the floorboards, he began to stare at me suspiciously, backing slowly up against the wall.
"Cripes, Touya, I'm not diseased!" I snapped in irritation. "Is it that hard to believe I woke up early for once?"
"Yes." He stated flatly, staring at me from across the room. "Dad, are you sure this is Sakura?"
"Stop teasing you sister Touya," dad said wearily. "And while you're up, why don't you get the milk out of the refrigerator?"
Breakfast proceeded as usual at my house; Touya kept on teasing me ruthlessly until I kicked him in the shin and told him to stop. The rain continued to drizzle outside and I could faintly hear the sound of thunder in the distance. I sighed, hoping it wouldn't storm until I was back form school; I didn't relish the prospect of walking home in a rainy mess.
"Sakura? Sakura, are you listening to me?"
I jolted out of my thoughts as my brain registered the fact that my dad was talking to me.
"I'm sorry dad. I just wandered off for a minute." I flashed an apologetic smile at him, felling slightly sheepish. "What were you saying?"
"I just wanted to remind you that I have a meeting after work, so I won't be back until around eleven. Touya has to work till seven-thirty, so you'll be alone till then. You know all the emergency numbers," he gave me a pointed look, "so you'll be okay. If something happens, don't hesitate to call Touya or me."
"Watch out for the psycho-killers, squirt." Touya grinned at me, leaning in and whispering a confidential way, "There's been a rumor about one runnin' around Tomoeda …"
I rolled my eyes and elbowed him in the arm. "Yeah, right. If you really think so, Touya."
"Beeeeeeeeeewaaaaaaaaareeeeeeee Saaakuuraaaaaaaa…." He whispered in a creepy voice. "Beeeeeewaaaaaaareeeee of the psychooooooooo-kiiiiiiiiiilleeeeeers…"
"Touya," my dad said, giving him a Look.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" he sighed, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. "You ruin all my fun."
My dad shook his head, turning in his seat so he was looking at me. "Now, Sakura-"
"I know dad. You're working till eleven, Touya till seven-thirty and to call either of you if there's a problem." I had memorized the instructions a long time ago; this wasn't the first time both Touya and dad had left me alone. Besides, I was planning on going over to Tomoyo's house anyway.
I sighed as my dad tried to make sure I would be okay, and I cut him off in mid-sentence. "Dad, I'll be fine. Don't worry about it." I shrugged, giving him a reassuring smile. "This isn't the first time you've done this, you know."
"I know, I know…"
We changed the topic, talking about the fair that was coming up and Touya's new job. The early morning slipped quietly by, and I looked at the clock and realized that it was seven forty-five and I was going to be late.
"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
***
I rushed up the stairs, tripped over the last one and skidded around the corner. Running down the hallway, I panted for breath as my feet drummed against the floor.
"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" I chanted under my breath, glancing at my watch. There were only three more minutes before class started, and I had already been late twice this week.
The door of my classroom appeared at the end of the hallway and I put on an extra burst of speed, screeching to a halt outside the entryway. Hurriedly, I rushed into the classroom and slid into my seat, waving a hasty good morning to Chiharu and Naoko.
"Good morning, Sakura!" chirruped Tomoyo, smiling as I dropped my backpack onto the floor next to my feet and let my head drop onto my desk with a loud thump.
"Good morning, Tomoyo." I mumbled against the top of the desk, trying to lift my head back up and failing. I decided I would just stay like this the rest of the day.
"Sleep late again, did you?" she asked raising an eyebrow in question.
"Nuh, muhhuhuh. Noh muh muh meh nin muh muhuhnuh mah mohuh no bah no meeh." Much to my irritation, I discovered that I couldn't stay with my face pressed up against the table since I couldn't talk to anyone and make sense. This, I decided, could be a problem.
"What?" Tomoyo asked, looking confused.
"No, actually. Woke up at five in the morning and couldn't go back to sleep." I responded, lifting my head up only to let it flop back on my neck, giving me a lovely upside down view of Syaoran's empty desk.
Tomoyo blinked in surprise and leaned over, pressing her hand against my forehead. I scowled. "Cripes, Tomoyo. I'm perfectly fine." I said, feeling a tad bit irritated.
"Sorry I worried." She replied, sounding miffed, and probably would have chewed me out a bit more, but the bell rang that that precise moment, drowning out any other attempts at conversation. Mr. Terada stepped into the room, looking far too cheerful for the unholy hour of the morning.
"Good morning, class!" Mr. Terada greeted us with a smile.
"Good morning." We chorused dully back, not everyone entirely awake yet. And so began another day at Tomoeda middle school.
About halfway through math class I faded out, my brain too frazzled to keep up anymore. I could vaguely hear Mr. Terada talking about equations or whatnot, and the sound of the rain gently falling in the background. After a while of trying to pay attention and failed, I gave up and happily turned my mind to other, more pleasant, thoughts.
Like Syaoran. [AN: Sap warning. Right here. Run screaming whilst you can.]
God, I missed him. It had been two years, two whole years since I had seen him, but it had seemed like a thousand had passed. I was saving up money to fly to Hong Kong so I could tell him how I felt in person, but it was taking much longer then I had expected. I suppose I could have written a letter or phoned him, but somehow, they seemed so impersonal. Besides, I didn't know his phone number of address so it didn't matter much, really.
I wonder if he even loves me anymore…
The thought flitted through my mind, and I scowled. I had thought about that a lot, and I had to admit that two years was a long time to wait for someone. It was completely possible that he had found someone else, or even that he had forgotten about me. But I owed it to him to tell him in person. I set my jaw determinedly.
Just wait for me, Syaoran… I'm coming.
***
"XIAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!" Four voices rang out happily in unison, causing most glass in the house to shatter and birds to vacant a three-mile radius around the building.
These voices, unfortunately, also belonged to my sisters. It was like taking Nakuru, multiplying her by four, and then giving the copies large amounts of sugar; a dangerous combination.
And they lived with me.
"XIAO LAAAAAANG, WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUUUU?" sang Fei Mei. "YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM YOUR SISTERS FOREVER!"
Just watch me try. I thought grimly. My sisters were unusually happy, and were also hunting me down. Sisters = happy = hunting me down = pain and torture for me. Never good, under any circumstances.
Ducking down a hallway, I carefully made my way to the only place of true safety in the whole house: my room. Rounding the corner, and mentally congratulating myself on a smooth getaway, I never even saw her coming.
"There you are!" Belatedly, I realized that Fan Ren was standing right smack-dab in the middle of the hallway. So I did the only intelligent thing to do.
I ran.
Unfortunately, Fuu Tie had snuck up behind me, and she and Fan Ren both launched a sister attack plan number fifty-three: A flying tackle.
"AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!"
"HIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Thump.
Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump.
"Get off me!"
Smack.
"Owwwwwwwwwwww!"
"Toughen up, Xiao. I barely even touched you."
"Shuttup." I growled into the floorboards, my head stinging from where Fan Ren had smacked me for trying to bite her. She was sitting on my back, pinning my arms and legs down while Fuu Tie stood the side ready to tackle me again if I tried to escape.
"You should be nicer to us, Xiao." Lectured Fan Ren, releasing her grip on my limbs ever so slightly. "We got a present just for you!"
Present? Hoo boy. If it was anything like their last present (A ten hour shopping spree, in which they bough exactly one hundred and forty-two pairs of pink underwear for me) then I wanted none of it.
Fortunately, the slack that Fan Ren had given me was all the opportunity I needed. In a flash I had dumped her on the floor and was standing up, ready to hightail it outta there. And I probably would have gotten away too, except that I had forgotten about Fuu Tie.
"HIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
I found myself eating dirt again, Fuu Tie cheerfully smashing my face into the floor.
"Ah, ah, ah, Xiao Lang!" singsonged Fan Ren, waggling her finger at me. "You can't leave until we give you your present!"
"And I suppose you're not going to tell me what this present is, exactly."
"Nope!" Fuu Tie chirruped happily from her position on my back. "Not until all of your sisters are here!"
"Great." I muttered, letting my head plop onto the floor, "Just great."
"Don't be such a poop head. I can see Fei Mei and She Fa at the end of the hall." Retorted Fan Ren. I muttered something extremely uncomplimentary under my breath about my sisters.
"Oh, lookie! They caught him!" squealed Fei Mei, like I was some kind of animal. I could hear her footsteps coming closer, and growled when she leaned down and patted me on the head. Fan Ren smacked me again, and told me to be nice. I resisted the urge to set fire to something.
"Let him up, Fuu Tie." Ordered She Fa. "And don't even think about leaving," she added, giving me a Look.
"How stupid do you think I am?" I retorted, pushing myself up into a sitting position while my sisters formed a circle around me. Two sisters? Maybe. Four sisters? No way in hell I was getting out of there. My siblings obviously began to make the process as long as possible.
"You're going to love this, Xiao!"
"It's the best present ever!"
"You'd better be grateful. After all the trouble we had to go through."
"You have the best sisters in the world!"
"Will you shut up and give me the present already?" I responded irritably.
"You ruin all our fun."
"Be niiiiiiice, Xiao!"
"After all we've done for you…"
"Really now."
I started to twitch repeatedly, and managed to spit out the words: "Tell. Me. Now." There was a collective sigh of disappointment, and I found four sets of reproachful glares facing my direction.
"Fiiiiiiiiiiine."
"Be mean."
"See if we care."
"Its not like we kidnapped you are anything."
"GOD DAMMIT, JUST TELL ME ALREADY!" I roared, finally snapping. Naturally, this had no effect on my sisters whatsoever.
Fuu Tie smacked me on the arm. "Don't swear, dammit!" I crossed my arms sulkily and glared at the floor in response. Sisters.
"Okay…" Fei Mei sucked in a lungful of air and bounced on the balls of her feet. "We'll tell you now!"
Finally. I thought.
"We…" Fan Ren looked at the other three, who nodded at her encouragingly. "Bought you…" she paused dramatically. My sister's eyes glittered strangely, and they looked extremely pleased with themselves.
Oh no… I thought numbly, dreading the answer. Not more pink underwear…
But actually, it was much, much worse then that.
"A ONE WAY TICKET TO JAPAN!" The all blurted out, clasping their hands together and squealing in delight.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?!?!"
***
A few colorful curses, four glomps, sixty-six death threats, ten fire spells and two hours later found the four sisters sitting dejectedly in the kitchen, nursing their wounds.
Fei Mei glared at her spoon reproachfully. "Xiao is such a jerk."
"I know!"
"After what we did for him!"
"You'd think he'd maybe be just a little grateful, but nooooooo…" All four girls sighed dramatically, sinking down into their seats dejectedly.
"He's been so depressed ever since he came back from Japan."
"It's all because of Sakura."
"You'd think he'd be happy to go back, wouldn't you?"
"And now we've blown five hundred bucks worth of clothes for nothing." [AN: I actually did research for this! Ha, now I feel cool. And a trip from Hong Kong to Tokyo for a youth is about five hundred dollars.]
The sisters grew quiet, each envisioning the heaps of dresses, shirts and pants they would never own before angrily digging their spoons into the mountain of ice cream that sat on the counter.
Fan Ren huffed all off a sudden, crossing her arms across her chest. "He's such a buttmonkey! I wish we could make him go… I know he would feel better."
She Fa grinned suddenly, a grin that if Syaoran had seen would have made him run fleeing in terror. "Why don't we?" she asked. Fan Ren blinked in befuddlement. [AN: Befuddlement is a cool word.]
"Do what?"
She Fa's grin grew wider. "Send him to Japan!"
Silence.
"Whaaaaaaaaaat?" chorused the other three girls.
"We can't!"
"He said no."
"We can't force him to…"
"Why not?" demanded She Fa. "Once he got there and found Sakura and they confessed their undying love for each other," here She Fa's voice took on a dreamy quality, "I'm sure he would thank us for it!"
"Yeah, but how are we going to get him on the plane?"
"He's a better sorcerer then us, She Fa."
"We'd have to kill him to make him go!"
She Fa winked. "Exactly!" she replied.
Blinkblink.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!"
"Are you suggesting we kill our brother?!"
"What kind of sick person are you?!"
She Fa opened her mouth to explain herself, but couldn't get anything out before she was bombarded with protests.
"Xiao's to cute to kill!"
"Who would we torture if Xiao is not around?"
"You know, I'm not really sure if Sakura would appreciate it if we delivered her a dead Xiao…"
"Hey!" She Fa interjected, "That's not what—"
"We'd have to sneak into his room while he was sleeping…"
"Or poison him."
"Personally, I've always preferred large pointy objects."
A large sweatdrop attached itself to the side of She Fa's head and slowly began to roll its way down to the floor.
"Gaaaaaaaaaaah! How can we even think about stuff like this?"
"Great, now She Fa has turned us into psycho killers."
"And we're plotting to kill our brother, no less…"
This barrage of protests, death plans, and mortified statements continued to fly across the table for twenty minutes before She Fa could get a word in edgewise.
"Calm down!" she said in a placating way, "I don't want to kill Xiao!"
"Yeah, sure."
"We believe you."
"Really."
"Raaaaaaaaagh…" She Fa growled, and carefully explained her idea.
If someone had passed by the kitchen at that moment, they would have heard a round of evil cackling coming from within. If they had an IQ higher then that of a banana, they would have fled for their lives, screaming in terror.
And, unfortunately for him, Xiao Lang was completely clueless to his fate. Perhaps if he had known, the whole incident might have been avoided.
Then again, maybe not.
***
I stormed into my room, slammed the door shut, and flopped face-first down on my bed. What are they on!? I thought irritably. Why on earth would I want to go back to Japan? It's not like there's anything there for me anyway…
Yeah, right. Who am I kidding? I turned over and stared at the ceiling. Sakura is in Japan. Duh. My sisters aren't that dumb.
So if the girl I love is in Japan, and I'm here, why don't I want to go?
…
Because I don't know if she loves me back.
Or, to translate for those out there who don't understand, I was scared out of my wits to go back to Japan. What if Sakura didn't remember me? What if she looked at me and just started laughing? What if, what if…. I had been what if-ing for the past two years.
You know, I actually thought things would get easier after I told Sakura. I thought absentmindedly. I had managed to push all my confusion and fear into the dusty nooks of my mind ever since I had come home, and when my sisters had jumped their brilliant idea on me all those feelings had come rushing back.
It was embarrassing, really. Me, Xiao Lang, future clan leader of the Li household, scared of a fourteen year-old girl. [AN: Gah. Am I remembering that correctly? Sakura was twelve when Syaoran left, right? And that sentence is probably not grammatically correct either…] If the clan leaders—or my sisters—ever found out I would be mud. The clan leaders would give me a lecture on how incredibly perfect I was supposed to be, and my sisters…
Well, I think you know what my sisters would do.
I sighed, turning back onto my stomach. So what are you going to do? I asked myself silently. Hole up here forever, and never find out how Sakura really feels?
No.
But I'm not ready to leave tomorrow for Japan. I realized suddenly. I need some time to…adjust, or get ready or whatever. A small niggling little voice in the back of my mind informed me snidely if two years wasn't enough preparation, then it was going to be a long, long time until I saw Sakura again. Well, fine. I told it. I'll go soon. Really soon. I'll go to Japan over summer vacation.
Suddenly, I felt a lot lighter. More at peace, I guess. I mean, my problems weren't solved, but it always makes me feel better to have a plan then to go rushing blindly in.
Just wait for me, Sakura… I'm coming.
***
"MEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIILIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!" the four sisters shrieked happily, grating the ears of a young girl sitting on a stone bench in the endless gardens of the Li house. The girl put down the book she had been trying to read and massaged her temple gently.
"Shit." She muttered, glancing up at the sky. "Here they come." The girl set her book down carefully under the bench and prepared herself for the inevitable.
Four brightly colored blobs rounded the corner squealing like mad and launched themselves at the girl, who had a look of long-suffering patience on her face.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" chorused the blobs. "We found you!"
"Yes, that's wonderful." Agreed the girl. "But you're crushing my ribs and it's making it kinda hard to breathe. So, could you, perchance…GET THE HELL OFF ME?!?!"
"Sorry Mei Ling." They responded, not really sounding sorry at all. Mei Ling stood up and carefully began to brush herself off, all the while shooting glares at the fours sisters.
"So." She finally said after a minute or two. "What do you want?" The four girls traded shifty glances, and then began to babble loudly at the top of their lungs.
"…And we need your help." They finished, waiting expectantly for her answer.
"Well," Mei Ling stated, "I would love to help you. Unfortunately, I couldn't understand a damn thing you said. How 'bout doing it again, except slower this time?"
"Can't do that."
Mei Ling huffed in irritation. "Why not?"
"Well…um, 'cuz. We can't. Not here."
"Why not?" snapped Mei Ling.
"They might be listening!"
"Who might be listening?" the raven-haired girl asked, looking around.
"Y'know, them."
"Them." Mei Ling stated dryly, looking exasperated.
"Yeah."
"Alrighty then. So why don't we just go somewhere else?" she asked, in the manner of one stating something very obvious.
Xiao's sisters brightened considerably. "Ooooh! That's a good idea!" Grabbing Mei Ling, they zoomed off into the house, Mei Ling yelling the whole way.
"HEY! PUT ME DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!"
***
Having abducted Mei Ling, the four girls had made themselves comfortable in their room, explaining their 'plan'.
"See, we were going to send Xiao to Japan with this ticket we bought him."
"But then when we told him he said he wasn't going to go."
"So we decided to send him anyway, but we realized that he probably wouldn't even come within a mile of us for the next few days."
Mei Ling raised an eyebrow, trying desperately to think of a way to escape. "Uh-huh."
She responded, trying to figure out how to escape from the room without seriously harming her cousins. Okay, if I throw the lamp into the window and break it…
"Then we were all depressed 'cuz we figured that we would have to kill Xiao to make him go."
"And then, it was like, yeah! Why don't we?"
Mei Ling looked at them in horror, standing up quickly. "Ooooooooh no. I'm not helping you kill Xiao." She stated flatly, backing away from them. I'm trapped in a room full of psycho killers!
"No, no! Not that kind of kill!"
"Oh, so you meant the other kind of murder. Well, that's okay then." Mei Ling said sarcastically, relaxing slightly. Stupid psycho killers, but psycho killers nonetheless. She thought wryly.
"What we want to do is drug him up and then send him to Japan."
"Great. That's so much better." Mei Ling threw up her hands, and sat back down on Fuu Tie's bed. What am I thinking? This room is on the fourth floor. Um…maybe if I throw one of them out the window and then use the distraction to escape…
"He'll be alive, won't he?"
"And I'm not helping drug him up either! Besides, I don't think you can go down to the nearest Wal-Mart and pick up some marijuana!" She responded fiercely, all the while trying to figure out how she ended up being related to a bunch of psycho killer druggies.
"Well, actually, it was less along the lines of drugging and more along the lines of a sleeping potion."
"This just gets better and better." Mei Ling sighed, dropping her face into her hands. "C'mon, do you really think airport security people are gonna let us send a unconscious fourteen year old off on his own?"
"That's why we need your help."
"And what am I gonna do? Dress a drag and do the hula so you guys can sneak him in?" Mei Ling retorted.
"Well, actually, what we were thinking was that we would give you his ticket…"
"And when you got on the plane we would teleport him into that overhead space thingy."
"Yeah, and what happens when we get to Tomoeda and I have to Xiao out? I don't think the airport security would be to terribly happy to find a unconscious person stuffed up there." Despite herself, she actually caught herself thinking about helping her cousins. Ai. I could never resist a challenge…
"That's why he'll be invisible."
"Remind me how I'm gonna get him out of there again?" Mei Ling asked. "'Cuz I'm sure it's not going to look suspicious at all when I open up the compartment and take nothing out. Not to mention that Xiao Lang is not, by any means, what I would call 'light'."
"We figured we could set up a spell for you. It'll work so when you get into the terminal you'll just say a few words and Xiao will transported to where you are."
"And it'll also make him un-invisible."
"You'll have to do it where people can't see you though. That's the really tricky part."
"Let me get this straight." Mei Ling said, looking the four girls incredulously. "You want me to help you knock my cousin out, make him invisible and ship him off to Japan in an overhead compartment of a plane."
The sisters grinned. "That's the general plan, yeah."
Mei Ling stared at them in disbelief. "You don't feel any kind of shame about this at all?"
The four girls shook their heads.
"And you know what you want to do is immoral, disturbing, and probably highly illegal."
The sisters nodded vigorously, grinning like maniacs.
"Dear god…" Mei Ling dropped her head in defeat. "I can't believe I'm going to help you with this…"
Fei Mei, She Fa, Fuu Tie and Fan Ren squealed identical high-pitched shrieks of joy and glomped Mei Ling happily.
"HAPPYXIAOLANGLOVESSAKURATOMOYOFILMSLOTSOFCOPIESLOVESOKAAAAAAAAAWAAAAAAAAAAAIII!" they babbled in delight.
Mei Ling discreetly began to panic.
***
So. There it is. I hope you could understand it, because as everyone knows I rarely make any sense. Reviews are good. Flames are not, but I'll take 'em anyway.
You know, ever since I started reading Inuyasha, I keep on getting Naraku and Nakuru confused. (Spelling wise.) I mean, I'll be sitting there, typing along innocently, and then something like: 'Naraku threw herself at Touya, shrieking loudly. "TOOOUUUYAAAAAAAA! I LOOOOOOVE YOOOOOOUUUUU!' she yelled, crushing his windpipe' appears onscreen. Does anyone else have this problem, or am I just being weird again? I'm seriously starting to scare myself. (Naraku = glomping = running away screaming.)