Kitten: Thank you my kind people! This chapter will reveal some answers that many have been confused about! I loved writing the beginning of this one so enjoy!
Clouds of Gray
Written By: Kitten at Heart
Summary: Syaoran is furious because no one will tell him answers about what happened some seven years ago…who will break out and confess? S&S
spoilers from 2nd movie
Disclaimer: Those nice people at CLAMP own CCS and I don't own any part of it…except for a CD and many magna books.
A man dressed of a long, black cloak entered a small coffee shop. The man kept his face hidden by a black hat and dark sunglasses. He was surprised that no one bothered to look at the mysterious man entering the small shop. His eyes skimmed the small shop. The shop was cheery indeed for this time of night. The lights were bright, bringing the color of bright yellow and green on the wall. His eyes found a man with deep blue hair and glasses casually sipping his drink. He quietly made his way to this man, trying not to be noticed.
"Ahh…my cute descendant…why are you embarrassed to be seen with me?" Said the man of hair so blue. His eyes showed laughter and joy. A small, evil smile was painted permanently across his lips.
"I have no idea what you are talking about Hiiragizawa." The man under the cloak scuffed. "I am simply cold." The man added, sitting down in the empty seat.
"Yes, I am sure…Coming from China, eighty degrees is quite cold isn't it? And the sun must be horrible during the night…I am sure." Eriol said in monotone, rolling his deep blue eyes. "Would you kindly remove your coat Syaoran? You are embarrassing me so." Eriol took another sip of his coffee, black of course. It has to be a dark color if he is going to perform any evil today Syaoran concluded. Syaoran slowly slipped his coat off and let it rest on the chair. He took his hat off to set his wild amber hair free.
"So, you have met with me to discuss matters that happened many years ago…yes?" The cool voice asked quietly, looking around for potential threats around him. He saw the man in front of him struggle to nod, still refusing to take his sunglasses off. "I shall leave out some information obviously for you to find out on your own. It is quite easy to figure out…if you want to look for it."
"Get on with it already!" Grumbled Syaoran, frustrated.
"Yes. Seventeen years ago, a young girl called Sakura was born! What a lovely sight she-" Eriol started in a sing song type of a voice but was quickly cut off of his 'story time fun'.
"Hiiragizawa…" Syaoran growled, letting his anger come from the back of his throat. He glared in a way that he would have easily beaten Touya in one of their famous glaring matches.
"Just destroy my fun…" Eriol pouted, "O.K. Let's begin from when you arrived." He suggested, his tone immediately changing to dead serious.
"I know what happened when I arrived. I came to collect the cards and Kinimoto was in my way! She stole the cards from under my nose! That's what happened." Syaoran announced in a proud voice. He grinned from his knowledge.
"Wrong." Eriol said coolly while looking at Syaoran's shocked face. He chuckled lightly and set down his cup. Looking sternly into the shocked eyes, he continued, "True, you came to collect the cards and at first, you did despise Sakura-chan. Over time, you accepted her being a card captor. After you failed Yue's judgment, you accepted her."
"If that is true, how come I can't remember any of that?" Syaoran growled, slightly embarrassed of his failure.
"I am getting to that. After things had become peaceful again, you had thought about leaving. But for some reason, after I appeared, you decided to stay." Chuckled Eriol when he announced the last sentence. He flashed a smile to show his pearly whites and continued, "Believe it or not my friend, you helped our dear Sakura-chan transform the cards to Sakura cards."
"I refuse to believe it!" Shouted Syaoran, making the people in the small coffee shop glance for a few seconds. A stinging pain presented itself in the young man's head. He quickly closed his eyes and rubbed his temples thinking that it would relieve the pain. A picture appeared in his eyes at that moment. His ten-year-old self was in the traditional Chinese fighting clothes and helping the ten-year-old Sakura behind her staff. He was most certainly injured the moment but was helping her nonetheless. The seventeen year old quickly opened his eyes.
"Excuse him my good people! The man is suffering from an illness! A mental one!" Eriol shouted to the staring people in the store. His blue eyes traveled to the amber ones and his teeth were still in a grin.
"Why did you say that?" Syaoran whispered.
"Because it is true!" Eriol announced. "Can't you see boy? Your eleven-year-old self is trying to show you memories that you have forgotten. I miss that young man…he was much more easier to tease." Eriol said with sarcastic sadness in his eyes. He remembered all the times that he talked to Sakura or gave her a flower, and young Syaoran would come, trying to rip off his head. "Those were the days!"
"But why now? Why must he…I…it decide to show memories, now?" Syaoran asked slightly annoyed of the wording he tried to use.
"Because you are opening up now. You are opening up to something I cannot say. Soon, memories will be flooding in if you open up even more." Eriol said wisely. Before Syaoran could even open his mouth to 'what', Eriol continued his story time session. "Once all the cards were transformed…you left the next day out of embarrassment for…something you…said." Eriol struggled to say without giving any hints away. He had promised Sakura that he would never tell about Syaoran and Sakura's developing relationship that year.
"And what, may I ask, did I say?" Rolling his eyes, the amber haired man asked annoyed. He had begun to regret coming to the coffee shop, or even calling the evil man at all.
"I cannot say, truthfully. That is for you to find out. Now, Meilin joined you over the next summer to visit the people of Japan. Soon after, the void card was attacking our small and fair city. Sakura and yourself kindly accepted the challenge, and taking some time to wear my dear Tomoyo-chan's outfits first." Eriol paused, smiling on thoughts of his girlfriend danced in his head. Oh, she was lovely indeed! They were both evil enough to cook up sneaky plans to get their favorite people alone. What else explains every project pairing? Syaoran and Sakura were always somehow put together. His eyes wandered to Syaoran's angry ones still hidden behind the dark glasses and quickly snapped out of la-la land. "Sorry, dozed off for a second there. You two did find out through me, how to beat the Void card. One of you would have to give up…something. I am not authorized to tell you what, but you gladly volunteered." Eriol paused and looked down at his now, half empty cup.
"And…" Syaoran urged on, sensing Eriol's sudden silence-, which is quite rare.
"And you did give this up. But something went horribly wrong. You were above ground and for some reason, you passed out. I guess so much magic was used it drained you out. So you fell down to the ground. If this didn't happen…I bet you wouldn't have lost as much as you did…or anything of the matter." Eriol sighed, stirring his coffee.
"So," Syaoran started, "Is this why I can't remember much of my first years in Japan?" Shocked, he looked down on the table. Was this why Sakura cries a lot? Because he forgot everything? What is Eriol not telling him?
"Sort of. If you don't open yourself up to…something, you cannot find out the rest. See, if you opened yourself up that day or anytime later…you would know. It may seem really confusing now, but you will find out soon." Eriol stated and stood up. He left some money on the table and started to leave.
"WAIT!" Syaoran couldn't believe that he was asking Eriol of all people to wait. "Why aren't you telling me the rest? Who is keeping you?" he asked desperately. He had to know. He had to know why he was causing pain to people dear to him. Dear…to him? Since when did he start this?
"I made a promise. A promise in which I intend to keep. Good day." The bell on the shop door rang as he exited the building.
"What?" Asked Syaoran to no one in particular. Never had he been so confused even though he just retrieved some answers he had longed for. He put on the hat he brought and slipped the coat back on for no reason at all. He was no longer going to meet anyone embarrassing. He slumped out of the shop, letting the bell ring. He walked unusually slow to think. Why did Eriol want to keep this promise? It's not like Eriol has ever kept his. Being a teenager was so confusing!
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His feet drifted to the park for no reason. The streetlights were glowing in the small park that had grown so familiar to him. He came here often to think, much like he was doing now. He sighed and leaned on a nearby tree. With the dark coat, he was pretty much hidden, in the unlikelihood that someone would be walking around at this time of night. What was Eriol hiding? Through all of his deep thoughts, he heard light giggling.
"Oh, Otou-san…you always know how to cheer me up." The voice giggled. Wait, he knew that voice!
"I have to Sakura-chan! It's my job!" The other person's voice echoed. The figures appeared in the dim light of the light post. The man saw Syaoran for a moment and smiled. Sakura was oblivious to the fact that Syaoran was there; she only hung onto her father's arm and giggled. Even though Syaoran knew them, and one even caught sight of him, he made no effort to move from his spot. Why should he? It's not like he would want to compete for attention!
"Clear your head soon, son…" said the father's voice softly meaning for Syaoran. Syaoran only stared at the man who was no longer looking his way. How could he know? Eriol must have a secret police force to make his life miserable…it has to be it! It has to!
"Who are you talking to?" Piped Sakura as she rested her head on her father's arm. Her father only smiled and shook his head back and fourth secretly meaning no one you need to worry about. Syaoran smiled as he saw the small girl actually happy once in her life. She looked pretty when she smiled…there he goes again. Saying these words with…emotion. He has no emotion. His eyes softened up a bit. Maybe no emotion the elders have to know about.
The same pain he has been experiencing showed its presence again. His eyes shut as his hands wandered up to the sides of his head. Him, still of ten, saw tiny Sakura and dashed away, his face red like his had been at his apartment earlier. His eyes snapping open, he wondered why Sakura had been in every vision. He blushed to think of this goddess; hair flowing to her chin, emerald orbs to melt the heart, and the rare smile worth ten thousand words…maybe more. He shook his head to cure himself of this reoccurring illness. Why must he blush? It's only a girl…right? Nothing more than a …possible…crush? Can he go so low with emotions? It's only a silly crush…a crush over her beauty. Could it?
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My tankies:
Silverymare- I am? That's a relief; I thought I was doing bad in my ficcy!
Mozey-chan- Thanks! I thought of this the exact moment you told me what I was doing wrong! I thought it would be nice to let Eriol-kun shine…and embarrass Syao-kun. ^.^
Kella- Mwehe! Thank you fer…uh…lovin my story!
Nadja – I thought many people were gonna roll their eyes at the ice scene! He needed to do something in the kitchen!
Thir13en Ghosts- Elemental- (scary movie…*shutters*) Why could I stop it there?…I ran out of ideas! And EVERYBODY loves cliffhangers!
Phoniex-dragonmoon – Hoe!? Dieing? Don't die for my lil' story! Take a…Coke strike! Tehe!