WHOOOOHOOO!!!! Finally updated, I did. This is a short chapter, but it was fun. ^_____________^ ...EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK... Sharky-chan is sick....*_* she has a fever...of 103...and...IT'S SNOWING!!! We have, like, two feet of snow, and its still snowing steadily, and my puppy's havin' lotsa fun...he looks like a snowball everytime he comes in from a walk. ^^;;;
Fang of an Immortal
Chapter Six
A Morning of Astral Projection
The girl wandered.
She looked around the room.
It was a plain, but cozy room, a fireplace in front and old beat up sofas.
A boy and a girl occupied one of the sofas below her. The bow was laying there, the girl had her head on his chest and her head rose and sank everytime the boy inhaled. It was obvious the two has spent the night there, sleeping in the comfort of each other's arms.
The girl looked down at the couple for a few minutes, then glided to the side of the large room. Gliding up the steps, she looked at the names that were written in fire on the doors as she passed them until she came upon the door where a name was written in silver. She stared at it for a few minutes and then went in.
Of course, she didn't bother using the doorknob; it would have slipped right out of her fingers anyway. So instead, she just glided right through the door into the room.
She stood there, looking around. A mellow light drifted in and the sunrise was beautiful from the window. She examined everything, staying in the spot she was in. Her eyes passed over everything. The clutter on the dresser, the books on her desk, the unmade bed...
Nothing was different.
She had occupied this room for a few days now and it was starting to feel like home.
She turned and walked over to the wall--well, actually she didn't stop; she went right through.
A girl who was vaguely familiar to her was sleeping soundly, her plump body clearly visible under the covers and her chubby fingers gripped the blankets.
But the girl didn't stop there. She kept walking through to the next room and then the one after that until she found a more familiar one.
In the bed in this plain little room was a pretty girl with fading freckles and brilliant red hair. The now rapidly rising sun cast a beautiful and bold orange light into the room that seemed to make the red-headed girl glow.
Now you may be thinking this wandering spirit is a ghost. I don't know where you got that idea, but now that I think about it, it does make sense. You could call her one, for she is a spirit who's left the body. So we will call her "Spirit" for now.
So Spirit glided over to the bed and reached out to the radiant girl to touch her cheek. But of course, her hand slipped right through it.
So now she proceeded to the next room, where a brown-haired girl was starting to sit up groggily, and then fell back down. Then she struggled to sit back up, but just couldn't.
Spirit decided to leave this girl to her morning ritual of trying to wake up and proceed to the next familiar room, three doors down.
There a girl with long raven hair was standing infront of her closet wondering what she should wear for the day.
Since day one this girl had been somewhat "rebelious" and had refused to wear the traditional Gryffindor skirt and top.
So Spirit left once again, and found herself back in the big room with the sleeping couple.
She felt somesort of rope tugging her toward the couple but denied it as a wicked thought came to her mind. Oh, it would be horrible, but fun all the same.
So she found herself gliding with a grin toward the other side of the room, ascending yet another flight of stairs.
She went into the first room and found herself looking down at a boy with raven hair slumped in bed, snoring a bit. On the stand next to the bed was a pair of old glasses.
She found no joy in staying in this room, so she proceeded to the next.
When Spirit arrived in the room she did a double take.Wasn't the boy in here the same as in the last room?
He had messy black hair and was in the same possition as the other one; on his stomach, head turned to face her, arm hanging off the side of the bed. Even the glassed on the night stand were the same!
But when she took a closer look she could see that this boy had a scar, a lightening shaped one.
The boy was drooling abit and she giggled as she proceeded to the next room.
She kept going to the next room and the one after that and the one after that untill she found a boy with red hair, as red as his sister's.
He was mumbling in his sleep, something like, "I swear, a mermaid came up out of the drain in the bath and stole my homework, Proffessor McGonnagal!"
Spirit laughed and listened in content as he rambled on.
Soon though, his mumblings had ceased, and he was up. He grogoly went over to the dressor and pulled it open to retrieve his uniform.
Spirit quickly realized she should leave, and she did so hastily.
The next room was empty, and she could tell it belonged to the boy downstairs. It smelled like him.
She went over to the bed and lay down on it...well, more like suspended her self from falling through it.
She thought about things--life, school, family--things she wasn't tied down to while in this state.
Sighing she got up and floated upward, through the ceiling and into the sky.
She suddenly missed someone.
And in a second she felt the wind rushing by her and she was in Tokyo, floating over a house.
She let herself fall through the roof and looked at the first thing that met her eye--a picture of a raven haired angel whose curls seemed to never end.
Spirit smiled and felt the rush again and was back in the large room, laying on the ceiling.
She looked down at the couple and realized they weren't the only one's in the room. Everyone in Gryffindor was staring at the sleeping couple, murmering.
The boy was a heavy sleeper so it was no wonder he didn't wake up. But the girl, also a heavy sleeper, would have woken up at least to this many presences in the room. But she laid still.
Spirit waited till the room was empty again; when the students were down in the Great Hall to get breakfast.
How stupid were the kids who looked at the couple.
What they saw was a boy and a girl inlove who had spent the night in eachother's arms.
What they didn't see was the girl was not breathing.
What they didn't see was the boy was holding nothing but an empty shell.
But what she saw was the boy was stirring; waking up.
And what she knew was she had better get back home before he went hysterical.
So, gliding down from the ceiling, she approached the vacant body of the girl and snapped in.
Sakura looked up at Syaoran and smiled and he smiled back.
They kissed eachother goodmorning and Sakura had already pushed her memory of her morning of astral projection to the back of her mind.
Do you see what I mean by short? Yup. I wrote this in an hour or two _ But I love this chappie anyway XD It's really wierd, no? I found out about astral projection from Lois Duncan's book "Stranger with My Face" and decided to add it in to this story ^^ THAT WAS THE BEST BOOK EVER!!! Hehehehehe...after reading it I even tried to astral project myself...of course it didn't work ^^;;;
Oh, and by the way, I just put up another CCS story. "Barbed Wire can Catch Cherry Blossoms." WARNING: NO KIDS ALLOWED!!! RATED "R" FOR LANGUAGE, GORE, SEXUAL REFERENCES AND DRUG ABUSE!!! GENRE: ANGST/ROMANCE
Fang of an Immortal
Chapter Six
A Morning of Astral Projection
The girl wandered.
She looked around the room.
It was a plain, but cozy room, a fireplace in front and old beat up sofas.
A boy and a girl occupied one of the sofas below her. The bow was laying there, the girl had her head on his chest and her head rose and sank everytime the boy inhaled. It was obvious the two has spent the night there, sleeping in the comfort of each other's arms.
The girl looked down at the couple for a few minutes, then glided to the side of the large room. Gliding up the steps, she looked at the names that were written in fire on the doors as she passed them until she came upon the door where a name was written in silver. She stared at it for a few minutes and then went in.
Of course, she didn't bother using the doorknob; it would have slipped right out of her fingers anyway. So instead, she just glided right through the door into the room.
She stood there, looking around. A mellow light drifted in and the sunrise was beautiful from the window. She examined everything, staying in the spot she was in. Her eyes passed over everything. The clutter on the dresser, the books on her desk, the unmade bed...
Nothing was different.
She had occupied this room for a few days now and it was starting to feel like home.
She turned and walked over to the wall--well, actually she didn't stop; she went right through.
A girl who was vaguely familiar to her was sleeping soundly, her plump body clearly visible under the covers and her chubby fingers gripped the blankets.
But the girl didn't stop there. She kept walking through to the next room and then the one after that until she found a more familiar one.
In the bed in this plain little room was a pretty girl with fading freckles and brilliant red hair. The now rapidly rising sun cast a beautiful and bold orange light into the room that seemed to make the red-headed girl glow.
Now you may be thinking this wandering spirit is a ghost. I don't know where you got that idea, but now that I think about it, it does make sense. You could call her one, for she is a spirit who's left the body. So we will call her "Spirit" for now.
So Spirit glided over to the bed and reached out to the radiant girl to touch her cheek. But of course, her hand slipped right through it.
So now she proceeded to the next room, where a brown-haired girl was starting to sit up groggily, and then fell back down. Then she struggled to sit back up, but just couldn't.
Spirit decided to leave this girl to her morning ritual of trying to wake up and proceed to the next familiar room, three doors down.
There a girl with long raven hair was standing infront of her closet wondering what she should wear for the day.
Since day one this girl had been somewhat "rebelious" and had refused to wear the traditional Gryffindor skirt and top.
So Spirit left once again, and found herself back in the big room with the sleeping couple.
She felt somesort of rope tugging her toward the couple but denied it as a wicked thought came to her mind. Oh, it would be horrible, but fun all the same.
So she found herself gliding with a grin toward the other side of the room, ascending yet another flight of stairs.
She went into the first room and found herself looking down at a boy with raven hair slumped in bed, snoring a bit. On the stand next to the bed was a pair of old glasses.
She found no joy in staying in this room, so she proceeded to the next.
When Spirit arrived in the room she did a double take.Wasn't the boy in here the same as in the last room?
He had messy black hair and was in the same possition as the other one; on his stomach, head turned to face her, arm hanging off the side of the bed. Even the glassed on the night stand were the same!
But when she took a closer look she could see that this boy had a scar, a lightening shaped one.
The boy was drooling abit and she giggled as she proceeded to the next room.
She kept going to the next room and the one after that and the one after that untill she found a boy with red hair, as red as his sister's.
He was mumbling in his sleep, something like, "I swear, a mermaid came up out of the drain in the bath and stole my homework, Proffessor McGonnagal!"
Spirit laughed and listened in content as he rambled on.
Soon though, his mumblings had ceased, and he was up. He grogoly went over to the dressor and pulled it open to retrieve his uniform.
Spirit quickly realized she should leave, and she did so hastily.
The next room was empty, and she could tell it belonged to the boy downstairs. It smelled like him.
She went over to the bed and lay down on it...well, more like suspended her self from falling through it.
She thought about things--life, school, family--things she wasn't tied down to while in this state.
Sighing she got up and floated upward, through the ceiling and into the sky.
She suddenly missed someone.
And in a second she felt the wind rushing by her and she was in Tokyo, floating over a house.
She let herself fall through the roof and looked at the first thing that met her eye--a picture of a raven haired angel whose curls seemed to never end.
Spirit smiled and felt the rush again and was back in the large room, laying on the ceiling.
She looked down at the couple and realized they weren't the only one's in the room. Everyone in Gryffindor was staring at the sleeping couple, murmering.
The boy was a heavy sleeper so it was no wonder he didn't wake up. But the girl, also a heavy sleeper, would have woken up at least to this many presences in the room. But she laid still.
Spirit waited till the room was empty again; when the students were down in the Great Hall to get breakfast.
How stupid were the kids who looked at the couple.
What they saw was a boy and a girl inlove who had spent the night in eachother's arms.
What they didn't see was the girl was not breathing.
What they didn't see was the boy was holding nothing but an empty shell.
But what she saw was the boy was stirring; waking up.
And what she knew was she had better get back home before he went hysterical.
So, gliding down from the ceiling, she approached the vacant body of the girl and snapped in.
Sakura looked up at Syaoran and smiled and he smiled back.
They kissed eachother goodmorning and Sakura had already pushed her memory of her morning of astral projection to the back of her mind.
Do you see what I mean by short? Yup. I wrote this in an hour or two _ But I love this chappie anyway XD It's really wierd, no? I found out about astral projection from Lois Duncan's book "Stranger with My Face" and decided to add it in to this story ^^ THAT WAS THE BEST BOOK EVER!!! Hehehehehe...after reading it I even tried to astral project myself...of course it didn't work ^^;;;
Oh, and by the way, I just put up another CCS story. "Barbed Wire can Catch Cherry Blossoms." WARNING: NO KIDS ALLOWED!!! RATED "R" FOR LANGUAGE, GORE, SEXUAL REFERENCES AND DRUG ABUSE!!! GENRE: ANGST/ROMANCE