Okay. I have been a Card Captor freak for a long time. I never knew till a week ago that there was a ff.net for them. *gasps* so here I go........
I was planning on making another whole powerful god attached to Sakura fic. U no like Haunting Pasts.
But I like this ides better!
Description: Years after Syaoran returns to Hong Kong his emotions still messed up by the void card, he begins to have dreams. On his 15 birthday to be precise. The dreams are what would have happened to him and Sakura if the void card hadn't cast itself on him. As he slowly starts to take comfort in the dream-like trances, he realizes something is very wrong.
**
"Oops! Sorry!" The girl giggled happily. Syaoran walked on indifferently, ignoring the fallen girl. People pulled away from him as he strolled down the hall. Not in a hurry, but just walking. They were afraid of the emotionless boy.
"Li! Li, wait up!" Meilin flew down the halls, after the boy whole didn't pause in his careless stride. Past the fallen blonde girl who was being helped up by a guy on the football team. She grasped his arm trying to make him stop. He didn't falter. Sighing, Meilin matched his speed. "Mother wants you and Aunt Yelan to come over for dinner tonight" She chattered cheerfully. "Don't forget to bring those sisters of yours either" She beamed up at Syaoran, offering him the chance to join the joke. He didn't respond. When his face didn't even twitch she sighed and stopped.
"See you then!" her voice rang out in the halls.
* *
"Baby, why do you hang out with a freak like him?" The guy had sun-bleached blonde hair and warm brown eyes. He had cornered Meiling after lunch at her locker. She carefully placed what was left of her packed lunch in her locker, keeping her face empty. She knew what people said about her cousin. They were frightened by how he never cared.
She felt a fierce need to protect Syaoran, especially from losers like the one next to her. "The next time you call my cousin a freak, I suggest a mirror" She flounced by, Science book tucked neatly beneath her arm. When they had first arrived at the highschool all the girls had been crazy about Syaoran. In a way she couldn't blame them. Partly still in love with him, she adored the way his messy brown hair flopped in his large amber eyes.
But he had long since scared most of the girls away. A few still stuck to the belief that he HAD to care. But that was just it. He didn't. He didn't dislike, hate, love, fear or feel honor. He just was. She knew he would pass on her message about dinner, not because he wanted to go, but because he was indifferent to the decision. Why not?
Meilin dropped into her seat and waited for the teacher to arrive.
**
The chocolate pudding was delicious. Meilin heaped her bowl full and wandered into the parlor. Syaoran lay stretched out on the couch, homework in front of him. "Did you like dinner?" Meilin asked, throwing herself into a chair. Shrug. ~stupid! He can't feel like or dislike~ Meilin growled at herself. "Have you tried the chocolate pudding?" She asked taking another bite. "No" His voice was dull and unemotional. "What homework are you doing?" Meilin asked hesitantly, trying to save the conversation. He should be annoyed with her, but instead he acted as if she didn't exist. "Math"
Meilin stuffed more pudding in her mouth, chewing unnecessarily before replying. "Don't you just hate...." She dropped off. He couldn't hate anything. She rushed out of the room at top speed knowing he didn't notice or care.
**
The room devoid of emotion. No posters, scattered homework, or pictures. His mother had designed it, choosing the deep green walls, and king-size bed. Syaoran crawled into the emeralds blankets warmness. He didn't feel tired, or happy. Laying his head down he closed his eyes. Not caring he asked himself what would happen tonight. Since his 15 birthday almost a year ago he had been having the same dream over and over again.
In his dream He stood across the road from a small blue house. White trimmings added to the quaint atmosphere. Every night he tried to walk across the road. And each night he got a little farther before he woke up. He wanted to open the small gate, walk up the sidewalk. But never got close enough.
Tonight as he closed him eyes he felt the familiar falling feeling. Landing across the road he began to walk. Each step felt like he was pulling a large weigh. But tonight he mad it across the road. To the entrance of the gate, was able to reach out. . .
"Wake up! Happy Birthday Li!" A cheery voice shook him out of sleep. He looked up at the ruby eyed girl. Instead of feeling angry he interrupted his dream, Syaoran sat up slowly. "Don't tell me you forgot your birthday!" Meilin giggled stepping back to let Syaoran pass. He walked carelessly pass her. Frowning Meilin began to make his bed. When he had first met her eyes she had seem a flicker in them.
"I can't believe your 16 already" Meilin called over the shower, as she fluffed pillows. Gathering up his homework she placed it in his bag. Her reflection caught her attention as she passed a mirror. She had tied her hair up in pigtails, something she rarely did these days. Ruby eyes laughed in a pretty face. She doubted Syaoran noticed she was wearing a Card Captor outfit Tomoyo had made her several years ago. The outfit had grown with her and still was in perfect condition. Syaoran came out of the bathroom dressed in black. Meilin wrinkled her nose. She hated how impersonal Syaoran looked in black.
"Oh! We received a letter!" Meilin pulled the letter from her pocket. Syaoran made no move to take it. She opened it up quickly, trying to keep his attention. "It's from Sakura!" She beamed at him and read the familiar writing.
~
Dear Meilin and Syaoran,
How are you? Eriol came back from England a few weeks ago. He came back a few weeks ago, he says he's going to stay for good this time. Tomoyo couldn't be happier. It's so kawii! Happy Birthday Syaoran! Hope it's a good one!
~
The rest was aimless chatter about people and places that eluded Syaoran but Meilin appeared to know who they were. When she had finished with a 'Love, Sakura' she folded the letter neatly and placed it in her bag. "Well wasn't that sweet!" Meilin took Syaoran by the arm and steered him outside to the limo.
* *
Having escaped the party Meilin and his mother had planned for him, Syaoran slid into bed. He could hear people laughing and joking downstairs. Closing his eyes he slid into the falling feeling.
He walked confidently across the road and to the gate, This time he felt no weight slowing him down. The gate opened with ease. Syaoran stepped into the small yard. A sigh escaped his lips. "Hello!" A voice spoke from his side. Syaoran looked down at a little girl who stood beside him. Her eyes were like emeralds, her hair a light blonde. She smiled up at the boy. "Why did it take you so long to come over?" She pouted, big emerald eyes glimmering at him.
"What do you mean?" Syaoran crouched down to the girls height, meeting her eyes with his amber ones. "I don't have any friends! I when I saw you coming over here I got excited! But you took too long!" Syaoran searched his memory, and recalled flashes of gold around the houses corners.
"Well, I'm here now!" He told her. ~Why not play along? It's a dream~ Syaoran thought logically. "What's your name?" He asked the little girl. She took his hand and pulled him towards the house. "Maeve. Mommy didn't want to name me it, but Uncle made her. He said it would protect me. Those are 'forget me nots'" the little girl pointed at the small flowers that rimmed the walkway. "And those are roses." She pointed at a bunch of flowers along the front of the house.
"Maeve. Don't you want to know my name?" Syaoran asked as the girl pulled him up the front stairs. "It's Syaoran" The little girl chirped. Syaoran stopped dead. He knew in the back of his mind this was only a dream. But when in you dreams could you smell flowers? Did you feel the warmth of the girls hand around yours? Syaoran hadn't had a normal dream in years. He either didn't dream or it was about approaching the house.
The little girl dropped his hand and looked up at him nervously. "How do you know that?" Syaoran tried to keep his voice calm. He had never had trouble doing it before. "I just know these things!" The little girl began yelling. "I know you'll have to leave soon, but you will come back. I know Mommy's sleeping upstairs. I know your name is Syaoran! I know sometimes people call you Li! Uncle loves that I see these things. But I hate it! Mummy hates it! Daddy hates it! I want it to go away" Big fat tears ran down her face. She sobbed into her hands.
Syaoran reached out to pat the girls back. She threw herself in his arms, sobbing into his stomach. Syaoran tucked his hands into Maeve's blonde hair. "Make it stop!" the little girl whimpered.
"Syaoran! Were late" Meilin shook her cousin awake frantically. He looked at her wide awake. Getting up he pulled on clothes silently and picked up his bag. It wasn't till he was sitting in the limo beside an obsessing Meilin that he realized a long blonde hair was trapped in his fingers.
SO... YOU LIKE???? I LIKE~ IT'S KINDA GOT A GOOD AURA AROUND IT~~ LUV YA'LL!!!!!!!!!!!
LYA
BTW: IS IT SYAORAN LI OR LI SYAORAN?
I was planning on making another whole powerful god attached to Sakura fic. U no like Haunting Pasts.
But I like this ides better!
Description: Years after Syaoran returns to Hong Kong his emotions still messed up by the void card, he begins to have dreams. On his 15 birthday to be precise. The dreams are what would have happened to him and Sakura if the void card hadn't cast itself on him. As he slowly starts to take comfort in the dream-like trances, he realizes something is very wrong.
**
"Oops! Sorry!" The girl giggled happily. Syaoran walked on indifferently, ignoring the fallen girl. People pulled away from him as he strolled down the hall. Not in a hurry, but just walking. They were afraid of the emotionless boy.
"Li! Li, wait up!" Meilin flew down the halls, after the boy whole didn't pause in his careless stride. Past the fallen blonde girl who was being helped up by a guy on the football team. She grasped his arm trying to make him stop. He didn't falter. Sighing, Meilin matched his speed. "Mother wants you and Aunt Yelan to come over for dinner tonight" She chattered cheerfully. "Don't forget to bring those sisters of yours either" She beamed up at Syaoran, offering him the chance to join the joke. He didn't respond. When his face didn't even twitch she sighed and stopped.
"See you then!" her voice rang out in the halls.
* *
"Baby, why do you hang out with a freak like him?" The guy had sun-bleached blonde hair and warm brown eyes. He had cornered Meiling after lunch at her locker. She carefully placed what was left of her packed lunch in her locker, keeping her face empty. She knew what people said about her cousin. They were frightened by how he never cared.
She felt a fierce need to protect Syaoran, especially from losers like the one next to her. "The next time you call my cousin a freak, I suggest a mirror" She flounced by, Science book tucked neatly beneath her arm. When they had first arrived at the highschool all the girls had been crazy about Syaoran. In a way she couldn't blame them. Partly still in love with him, she adored the way his messy brown hair flopped in his large amber eyes.
But he had long since scared most of the girls away. A few still stuck to the belief that he HAD to care. But that was just it. He didn't. He didn't dislike, hate, love, fear or feel honor. He just was. She knew he would pass on her message about dinner, not because he wanted to go, but because he was indifferent to the decision. Why not?
Meilin dropped into her seat and waited for the teacher to arrive.
**
The chocolate pudding was delicious. Meilin heaped her bowl full and wandered into the parlor. Syaoran lay stretched out on the couch, homework in front of him. "Did you like dinner?" Meilin asked, throwing herself into a chair. Shrug. ~stupid! He can't feel like or dislike~ Meilin growled at herself. "Have you tried the chocolate pudding?" She asked taking another bite. "No" His voice was dull and unemotional. "What homework are you doing?" Meilin asked hesitantly, trying to save the conversation. He should be annoyed with her, but instead he acted as if she didn't exist. "Math"
Meilin stuffed more pudding in her mouth, chewing unnecessarily before replying. "Don't you just hate...." She dropped off. He couldn't hate anything. She rushed out of the room at top speed knowing he didn't notice or care.
**
The room devoid of emotion. No posters, scattered homework, or pictures. His mother had designed it, choosing the deep green walls, and king-size bed. Syaoran crawled into the emeralds blankets warmness. He didn't feel tired, or happy. Laying his head down he closed his eyes. Not caring he asked himself what would happen tonight. Since his 15 birthday almost a year ago he had been having the same dream over and over again.
In his dream He stood across the road from a small blue house. White trimmings added to the quaint atmosphere. Every night he tried to walk across the road. And each night he got a little farther before he woke up. He wanted to open the small gate, walk up the sidewalk. But never got close enough.
Tonight as he closed him eyes he felt the familiar falling feeling. Landing across the road he began to walk. Each step felt like he was pulling a large weigh. But tonight he mad it across the road. To the entrance of the gate, was able to reach out. . .
"Wake up! Happy Birthday Li!" A cheery voice shook him out of sleep. He looked up at the ruby eyed girl. Instead of feeling angry he interrupted his dream, Syaoran sat up slowly. "Don't tell me you forgot your birthday!" Meilin giggled stepping back to let Syaoran pass. He walked carelessly pass her. Frowning Meilin began to make his bed. When he had first met her eyes she had seem a flicker in them.
"I can't believe your 16 already" Meilin called over the shower, as she fluffed pillows. Gathering up his homework she placed it in his bag. Her reflection caught her attention as she passed a mirror. She had tied her hair up in pigtails, something she rarely did these days. Ruby eyes laughed in a pretty face. She doubted Syaoran noticed she was wearing a Card Captor outfit Tomoyo had made her several years ago. The outfit had grown with her and still was in perfect condition. Syaoran came out of the bathroom dressed in black. Meilin wrinkled her nose. She hated how impersonal Syaoran looked in black.
"Oh! We received a letter!" Meilin pulled the letter from her pocket. Syaoran made no move to take it. She opened it up quickly, trying to keep his attention. "It's from Sakura!" She beamed at him and read the familiar writing.
~
Dear Meilin and Syaoran,
How are you? Eriol came back from England a few weeks ago. He came back a few weeks ago, he says he's going to stay for good this time. Tomoyo couldn't be happier. It's so kawii! Happy Birthday Syaoran! Hope it's a good one!
~
The rest was aimless chatter about people and places that eluded Syaoran but Meilin appeared to know who they were. When she had finished with a 'Love, Sakura' she folded the letter neatly and placed it in her bag. "Well wasn't that sweet!" Meilin took Syaoran by the arm and steered him outside to the limo.
* *
Having escaped the party Meilin and his mother had planned for him, Syaoran slid into bed. He could hear people laughing and joking downstairs. Closing his eyes he slid into the falling feeling.
He walked confidently across the road and to the gate, This time he felt no weight slowing him down. The gate opened with ease. Syaoran stepped into the small yard. A sigh escaped his lips. "Hello!" A voice spoke from his side. Syaoran looked down at a little girl who stood beside him. Her eyes were like emeralds, her hair a light blonde. She smiled up at the boy. "Why did it take you so long to come over?" She pouted, big emerald eyes glimmering at him.
"What do you mean?" Syaoran crouched down to the girls height, meeting her eyes with his amber ones. "I don't have any friends! I when I saw you coming over here I got excited! But you took too long!" Syaoran searched his memory, and recalled flashes of gold around the houses corners.
"Well, I'm here now!" He told her. ~Why not play along? It's a dream~ Syaoran thought logically. "What's your name?" He asked the little girl. She took his hand and pulled him towards the house. "Maeve. Mommy didn't want to name me it, but Uncle made her. He said it would protect me. Those are 'forget me nots'" the little girl pointed at the small flowers that rimmed the walkway. "And those are roses." She pointed at a bunch of flowers along the front of the house.
"Maeve. Don't you want to know my name?" Syaoran asked as the girl pulled him up the front stairs. "It's Syaoran" The little girl chirped. Syaoran stopped dead. He knew in the back of his mind this was only a dream. But when in you dreams could you smell flowers? Did you feel the warmth of the girls hand around yours? Syaoran hadn't had a normal dream in years. He either didn't dream or it was about approaching the house.
The little girl dropped his hand and looked up at him nervously. "How do you know that?" Syaoran tried to keep his voice calm. He had never had trouble doing it before. "I just know these things!" The little girl began yelling. "I know you'll have to leave soon, but you will come back. I know Mommy's sleeping upstairs. I know your name is Syaoran! I know sometimes people call you Li! Uncle loves that I see these things. But I hate it! Mummy hates it! Daddy hates it! I want it to go away" Big fat tears ran down her face. She sobbed into her hands.
Syaoran reached out to pat the girls back. She threw herself in his arms, sobbing into his stomach. Syaoran tucked his hands into Maeve's blonde hair. "Make it stop!" the little girl whimpered.
"Syaoran! Were late" Meilin shook her cousin awake frantically. He looked at her wide awake. Getting up he pulled on clothes silently and picked up his bag. It wasn't till he was sitting in the limo beside an obsessing Meilin that he realized a long blonde hair was trapped in his fingers.
SO... YOU LIKE???? I LIKE~ IT'S KINDA GOT A GOOD AURA AROUND IT~~ LUV YA'LL!!!!!!!!!!!
LYA
BTW: IS IT SYAORAN LI OR LI SYAORAN?