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(/) means memories.
"Li Syaoran. What is the answer to number 4?" The teachers voice was dull. She had been teaching 5 years without incident. She had been a favorite teacher for all five of those years, taking her students on field trips, making up games to learn. Her students marks had always been the highest. Then Mui Yang had to kill himself. It had been a suicide, not a murder. She had taken her students to one of the greatest Emperor's house. It had been turned into a hotel and museum. Yang had slit his own throat with one of the old swords on display in the museum.
She, of course, had been blamed for not watching her students closely enough. Her class work was now closely monitored. She received a booklet every morning instructing her exactly what to teach each day. No games or exceptions. No field trips. She was so bored with this, she often considered quitting. But then she's think of all the money her parents had payed to send her to collage, and foolishly think of taking Mui Yang's was out.
"I don't know, Mrs. Muli" The teacher nodded dully. It was always this way with him. His tests were average but he never answered in class. He bored her, being so neutral. "Li Meilin? How about you?"
* * * *
Syaoran toyed with the hair for a long time. How did he get it? He knew no one with blonde hair. Was the Dream real? Did it really exist? If so, where? When? This was strange. Syaoran ignored Meilin as she came singing down the hall. She threw her arms around his neck, giving him a big kiss on the cheek. Syaoran responded by only walking over to his locker. "Oh, sweetie! We got another letter! We really should go back to Japan! I'm meeting my boyfriend after school, s I'll see you at dinner!" She flew off, oblivious to the fact Syaoran was hardly listening.
How did the hair get between his fingers?
****
"Is your homework done?" Yelan asked her son as he mounted the steps towards bed. "Yes, Mother" Syaoran said dully, as his mother turned to talk to his sisters. His room brought comfort, it's warmth slightly comforting. He changed and slid into the bed, closing his eyes. For a few minutes nothing happened. Opening his eyes, Syaoran reached over to the long blonde hair he had laid on his night stand. Clutching his eyes shut he fell.
The road looked the same as it always did. No cars driving along it. Each house had perfectly trimmed yards and neat flowerbed. But the house in front of him was different. None of the houses had people, but a little girl hung onto the gate, motioning for Syaoran to walk across.
"Hello, Maeve" Syaoran said as he reached the gate. Carefully swinging the gate back, so not to dislodge the small girl, he stepped onto the walkway. "Hello, Syaoran" the little girl grasped his hand. "I missed you!" she smiled. Syaoran laughed at the child. "I missed you too, Maeve." Once again he felt the little girl pulling him towards the door.
"I want you to meet my mommy. Maybe you can fix her" The door was a bright blue, just like the 'forget me nots' that lined the walkway. The girl swung the door open and pulled Syaoran in. He fell to his knees, gasping for air. A feeling of dread, sickness and pain filled his chest. He shouldn't be here. ~but it's my dream~ a part of his argued. But he knew that wasn't true. This was not his dream. This was a real living person holding his hand, and he had somehow stumbled on her life, which was very real.
This was not his home, no matter how comfortable he felt here. This home belonged to Maeve and her mother and father. "I must leave here" Syaoran choked out, immediately the gagging stopped. He stood up quickly and walked towards the door. He yanked the handle. Nothing happened. Spinning around his attention was caught by a mirror, An empty mirror. His reflection didn't show in it. "See? I don't belong here!" he yelled in the little girls face. She winced slightly. "You need to brush your teeth" She mumbled. Syaoran stared at her. "Don't you get it? I'm not real! I don't have teeth! Your not holding me hand" He ripped his hand from her grasp. "Of course, you don't belong here" Maeve said quietly.
That calmed Syaoran down significantly. So much he followed Maeve through a doorway, into what must have been the kitchen. "If I don't belong here, then why can't I leave?" He asked her. Silently she opened the fridge and pulled out the jelly. The she walked to the cupboard and brought out the peanut butter. It gave Syaoran a few minutes to glance around the kitchen. It was a warm yellow, with white curtains. Wooden cupboards ranged above the counters, stove and fridge. A small wooden table sat up close to the sliding doors.
"You need to fix us" Syaoran jumped at Maeve's voice. She sounded so lost. Carefully she spread peanut butter on four pieces of bread. "Maeve. Who takes care of you?" Syaoran said quietly. He didn't like how small Maeve was. She couldn't be more than seven years old. "I take care of myself" She whispered spreading jelly on the pieces of bread. "Don't you have a mother?" Syaoran asked as one of the two jelly sandwiches made it into his hand. "Uncle says she's sick. And getting sicker. All she does is sleep. I wish Daddy would come home" Maeve slowly took a bite of her sandwich.
Maeve, where is you father?" Syaoran took a bite of his peanut butter and jelly mess, studying the girl closely. Her green eyes filled slowly with tears. "He's in America. He often does business over there. He's never home. Uncle's sending for him. He says mummy needs him" Syaoran reached over and patted her shoulder. As soon as his fingertips touched her, he was falling.
He sat up in bed covered in sweat. His hand burned. Pulling his knees to his stomach, he rocked. Trying to take away the pain. Why had he tried to touch her? He had felt... something like sympathy. But how? He couldn't feel emotions.
Standing up slowly he walked to his private bathroom. In the mirror his face was pale, his eyes strangely full. Shaking it off he splashed his face with ice cold water. He sat down on the floor.
He didn't return to his bed that night.
***
(Syaoran's Thoughts)
It has to be real. It can't be made up. How else would I have gotten blonde hair in my fingers? Why did I touch her? Was it sympathy? I don't know, I have never felt sympathy. Or maybe it was worry about the girl. But I have never felt that either
A memory raced into his head.
(/)
"At least you changed the song card into a star card" Tomoyo said cheerfully. "Yeah, I guess" Sakura muttered. She started to sway. "Are you okay?" Tomoyo asked just as Sakura collapsed. I caught her, putting my arm around her shoulder. "Sakura? Sakura? Are you all right?" SAKURA?!" I shook her roughly, but she had collapsed into a deep sleep. "Bring her here" a deep voice said behind Tomoyo, Sakura and I. We spun around, at least me and Tomoyo did, I had to support Sakura.
Kero stood there in his true form. He looked worried. "Turning the card is a lot of work for her" he said, voice deep with emotion. I nodded and started to pull Sakura over to him. Placing her on his back, Tomoyo climbed behind. "I'll get her home safely!" She called waving and pulling out that evil camera of hers. I watched them till they were but a dot in the sky.
(/)
The same feeling I had felt in my dream was there. Could I have been worried for the Card Mistress? I didn't want to go back to sleep. These feelings confused me. But they only happened in the dreams, I felt nothing usually. That's the way I want to keep it.
LIKE? I KNOW I DID THE SAME THING IN THIS CHAPTER, SCHOOL THEN DREAM THEN LITTLE BIT AFTER. BUT NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE VERY DIFFERENT! PROMISE!!!!!
BTW! THAT MEMORY WAS FROM "THE DANGEROUS PIANO" WHICH I WATCHED THIS MORNING!!!!!!! TWICE!!!!!!
LUV YA GUYS!
I"M JUST GONNA EMAIL YOU!!!!!
Lya
(/) means memories.
"Li Syaoran. What is the answer to number 4?" The teachers voice was dull. She had been teaching 5 years without incident. She had been a favorite teacher for all five of those years, taking her students on field trips, making up games to learn. Her students marks had always been the highest. Then Mui Yang had to kill himself. It had been a suicide, not a murder. She had taken her students to one of the greatest Emperor's house. It had been turned into a hotel and museum. Yang had slit his own throat with one of the old swords on display in the museum.
She, of course, had been blamed for not watching her students closely enough. Her class work was now closely monitored. She received a booklet every morning instructing her exactly what to teach each day. No games or exceptions. No field trips. She was so bored with this, she often considered quitting. But then she's think of all the money her parents had payed to send her to collage, and foolishly think of taking Mui Yang's was out.
"I don't know, Mrs. Muli" The teacher nodded dully. It was always this way with him. His tests were average but he never answered in class. He bored her, being so neutral. "Li Meilin? How about you?"
* * * *
Syaoran toyed with the hair for a long time. How did he get it? He knew no one with blonde hair. Was the Dream real? Did it really exist? If so, where? When? This was strange. Syaoran ignored Meilin as she came singing down the hall. She threw her arms around his neck, giving him a big kiss on the cheek. Syaoran responded by only walking over to his locker. "Oh, sweetie! We got another letter! We really should go back to Japan! I'm meeting my boyfriend after school, s I'll see you at dinner!" She flew off, oblivious to the fact Syaoran was hardly listening.
How did the hair get between his fingers?
****
"Is your homework done?" Yelan asked her son as he mounted the steps towards bed. "Yes, Mother" Syaoran said dully, as his mother turned to talk to his sisters. His room brought comfort, it's warmth slightly comforting. He changed and slid into the bed, closing his eyes. For a few minutes nothing happened. Opening his eyes, Syaoran reached over to the long blonde hair he had laid on his night stand. Clutching his eyes shut he fell.
The road looked the same as it always did. No cars driving along it. Each house had perfectly trimmed yards and neat flowerbed. But the house in front of him was different. None of the houses had people, but a little girl hung onto the gate, motioning for Syaoran to walk across.
"Hello, Maeve" Syaoran said as he reached the gate. Carefully swinging the gate back, so not to dislodge the small girl, he stepped onto the walkway. "Hello, Syaoran" the little girl grasped his hand. "I missed you!" she smiled. Syaoran laughed at the child. "I missed you too, Maeve." Once again he felt the little girl pulling him towards the door.
"I want you to meet my mommy. Maybe you can fix her" The door was a bright blue, just like the 'forget me nots' that lined the walkway. The girl swung the door open and pulled Syaoran in. He fell to his knees, gasping for air. A feeling of dread, sickness and pain filled his chest. He shouldn't be here. ~but it's my dream~ a part of his argued. But he knew that wasn't true. This was not his dream. This was a real living person holding his hand, and he had somehow stumbled on her life, which was very real.
This was not his home, no matter how comfortable he felt here. This home belonged to Maeve and her mother and father. "I must leave here" Syaoran choked out, immediately the gagging stopped. He stood up quickly and walked towards the door. He yanked the handle. Nothing happened. Spinning around his attention was caught by a mirror, An empty mirror. His reflection didn't show in it. "See? I don't belong here!" he yelled in the little girls face. She winced slightly. "You need to brush your teeth" She mumbled. Syaoran stared at her. "Don't you get it? I'm not real! I don't have teeth! Your not holding me hand" He ripped his hand from her grasp. "Of course, you don't belong here" Maeve said quietly.
That calmed Syaoran down significantly. So much he followed Maeve through a doorway, into what must have been the kitchen. "If I don't belong here, then why can't I leave?" He asked her. Silently she opened the fridge and pulled out the jelly. The she walked to the cupboard and brought out the peanut butter. It gave Syaoran a few minutes to glance around the kitchen. It was a warm yellow, with white curtains. Wooden cupboards ranged above the counters, stove and fridge. A small wooden table sat up close to the sliding doors.
"You need to fix us" Syaoran jumped at Maeve's voice. She sounded so lost. Carefully she spread peanut butter on four pieces of bread. "Maeve. Who takes care of you?" Syaoran said quietly. He didn't like how small Maeve was. She couldn't be more than seven years old. "I take care of myself" She whispered spreading jelly on the pieces of bread. "Don't you have a mother?" Syaoran asked as one of the two jelly sandwiches made it into his hand. "Uncle says she's sick. And getting sicker. All she does is sleep. I wish Daddy would come home" Maeve slowly took a bite of her sandwich.
Maeve, where is you father?" Syaoran took a bite of his peanut butter and jelly mess, studying the girl closely. Her green eyes filled slowly with tears. "He's in America. He often does business over there. He's never home. Uncle's sending for him. He says mummy needs him" Syaoran reached over and patted her shoulder. As soon as his fingertips touched her, he was falling.
He sat up in bed covered in sweat. His hand burned. Pulling his knees to his stomach, he rocked. Trying to take away the pain. Why had he tried to touch her? He had felt... something like sympathy. But how? He couldn't feel emotions.
Standing up slowly he walked to his private bathroom. In the mirror his face was pale, his eyes strangely full. Shaking it off he splashed his face with ice cold water. He sat down on the floor.
He didn't return to his bed that night.
***
(Syaoran's Thoughts)
It has to be real. It can't be made up. How else would I have gotten blonde hair in my fingers? Why did I touch her? Was it sympathy? I don't know, I have never felt sympathy. Or maybe it was worry about the girl. But I have never felt that either
A memory raced into his head.
(/)
"At least you changed the song card into a star card" Tomoyo said cheerfully. "Yeah, I guess" Sakura muttered. She started to sway. "Are you okay?" Tomoyo asked just as Sakura collapsed. I caught her, putting my arm around her shoulder. "Sakura? Sakura? Are you all right?" SAKURA?!" I shook her roughly, but she had collapsed into a deep sleep. "Bring her here" a deep voice said behind Tomoyo, Sakura and I. We spun around, at least me and Tomoyo did, I had to support Sakura.
Kero stood there in his true form. He looked worried. "Turning the card is a lot of work for her" he said, voice deep with emotion. I nodded and started to pull Sakura over to him. Placing her on his back, Tomoyo climbed behind. "I'll get her home safely!" She called waving and pulling out that evil camera of hers. I watched them till they were but a dot in the sky.
(/)
The same feeling I had felt in my dream was there. Could I have been worried for the Card Mistress? I didn't want to go back to sleep. These feelings confused me. But they only happened in the dreams, I felt nothing usually. That's the way I want to keep it.
LIKE? I KNOW I DID THE SAME THING IN THIS CHAPTER, SCHOOL THEN DREAM THEN LITTLE BIT AFTER. BUT NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE VERY DIFFERENT! PROMISE!!!!!
BTW! THAT MEMORY WAS FROM "THE DANGEROUS PIANO" WHICH I WATCHED THIS MORNING!!!!!!! TWICE!!!!!!
LUV YA GUYS!
I"M JUST GONNA EMAIL YOU!!!!!
Lya