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Oh, and this is a Meiling & MVOC (My Very Own Creation) / Sakura & Syaoran fic
Curtains open
3...2...1...
Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura belongs only to Clamp!
Presenting...
Soul capture
' Syaoran...' A rather lanky girl whispered affectionately, tracing a finger longingly against a close-up picture of a boy with a mass of untidy sandy- coloured hair that enhanced his roguish charm all the more.
She was sprawled lazily over her bed, gazing dreamily into the photograph that she held possessively in one hand.
' Syaoran...' she sighed, rather loudly this time.
' Yes, Meiling?' A deep and gentle voice called from the doorway of her room.
Meiling's eyes widened in horror and she let loose a cry. She sat up sharply in bed and hurriedly stuffed the photograph under her pillow. She then quickly turned to face her cousin, who stood by the doorway, a slight flush creeping up her cheeks.
Her gaze fell upon a teenage boy, who was of medium built, and whose hair was in its usual untidy, sandy mess that suited his look perfectly. Her eyes travelled from his large, cinnamon, expressive eyes, down his straight nose and across soft, pink lips, and settled on the firmly muscled body, achieved by his daily practice of swordplay and martial arts.
The shade of pink on her cheeks deepened into a crimson red.
' Meiling?' he tried again, sounding puzzled.
Meiling was jerked out of her reverie, and waved her hands in front of her vigorously.
' Oh...erm...nothing's the matter...' she faltered, her heart pounding furiously, then added brightly as an idea struck her, ' Just wanted to know what time we will be meeting Sakura and Tomoyo tomorrow!'
Syaoran, who was still unconvinced, looked at his cousin sceptically, who was grinning innocently back at him. She looked too flustered and uneasy. Still, he answered her question.
' It's noon at the Carnival, remember?' he reminded, looking at her critically to guess what had uprooted her so.
' Oh! I remember now! Arigato!' she exclaimed loudly, in a highly exaggerated cheerful voice.
Syaoran raised an eyebrow, but did not say anything.
' Syaoran-sama!'
' Oh! Wei's calling you! You had better go!' Meiling said hurriedly, jumping at the chance to free herself from the penetrating gaze of her cousin.
Syaoran paused and looked appraisingly at Meiling for a second, before turning to answer Wei's call.
Meiling heaved a big sigh of relief, as she heard Syaoran's footsteps die away.
The brunette placed a hand under the pillow and pulled out the photograph of Syaoran. She began to smoothen out the creased photograph almost absently, as she stared transfixed at Syaoran's picture. Another sigh left her lips—Though it was out of sorrow this time, not relief.
' I love...'She began, her heart pounding fiercely.
She stopped abruptly, and shook her head vigorously.
'I mustn't have thoughts like these anymore', she scolded, pounding a fist angrily on her knee, ' Syaoran and Sakura are already a couple...they belong together.
Yet another part of her wished that Syaoran had never come to Japan. Syaoran would have never met Sakura and he would have been hers...
No, decided Meiling firmly, I want the best for Syaoran. He is my best friend, my dearest cousin, and much, much more to me.
And, she added as an afterthought, Syaoran had never felt that way about her anyway.
With that thought clasped firmly in her mind, she snuggled up in her bed, determined to only think of Syaoran as her cousin.
She looked out of the window, squinting under glare of the sun. The rays of light brought warmth to her skin that felt comforting somehow.
She began to feel limp and drowsy, and her eyelids drooped.
A sudden rush of cool wind brushed lightly against her face, gently lulling her to sleep.
Cold sliced into her flesh. She writhed beneath the blows of heavy cold. Cold . . .
'Huh?' Meiling muttered sleepily, sitting up groggily to push away her blanket that wasn't there...?
Surprised, Meiling looked about her, only to discover that she was not in her bed, but in a middle of a snowstorm.
Her lips parted in surprise. Hadn't she been in bed just now? The last she remembered was drifting off to sleep in her warm bed, and not sprawled over cold, soft snow that seemed to stretch endlessly across the land. The sky was dull, threatening and highly intimidating and malicious bitter-cold winds blew viciously down her exposed neck.
'Am I dreaming?' She asked herself softly, looking about her in wonder. She pinched herself—hard.
' Ouch!' She cried, rubbing furiously at her bruised arm.
She stopped suddenly, as if she a thought had just occurred to her.
' I'm not asleep...' She whispered, her voice holding traces of disbelief and fear.
Where on earth was she then? She was definitely not in Japan anyhow. Why, it was the summer holidays in Japan, and not winter! However did she come here in the first place?
A particularly cold blast of wind stung her cheeks, and she hugged herself tightly. She looked down despairingly at the T-shirt and skirt she was wearing. It was cold.
She felt overwhelmed with fear.
' Syaoran!' she whispered desperately, as she always did when she was in trouble.
Usually, her cousin would always be there to save her, but now she was alone, and Syaoran was too far away to help her...
Tears began to well up in her eyes, but she shook her head angrily in an attempt to force back her tears and clear her mind.
' I have to learn to depend on myself, and not just on Syaoran!' she chided herself, and added with a catch in her voice, ' He isn't wholly mine anymore.'
She rose unsteadily to her feet and brushed off the snow that clung to her, shivering uncontrollably. She wrapped her arms around her, and trudged through the snow, with the bitter-cold wind blowing harshly against her violently trembling body.
' Is this magic?' She asked herself, gasping as she felt the full force of the cold howling wind strike at her vulnerable body.
She took a step forward gingerly, her bare foot sinking into the deep snow. Tears filled her eyes as she felt her feet burn, but she just gritted her teeth and continued to put a foot forward, not caring where she was heading for or if she was just walking in circles. Death was inevitable, but she was not about to give up without putting up a fierce fight.
Another step forward. Another. Anothe—
She stopped in her tracks and toppled slowly to the ground in exhaustion.
' No...' Meiling gasped weakly, attempting to stand back up again.
But she could not continue anymore, she did not have the energy, or the will power. It was useless.
She sighed sadly, her breath misty vapour in the frosty air. She thought back of all the people that she would miss the most and one image appeared solidly in her mind. If she was going to die, she might as well die looking into the face of the most beloved person in her life.
She smiled wanly as she thought of his delightfully messy hair, his soft gentle expression whenever he looked at her, his comforting touch...
A tear rolled down her cheek, bringing blessed warmth to the areas of skin it coursed its way across.
' Goodbye...Syaoran...'
A tall figure suddenly stepped out of the shadows. He wore a hooded ebony cloak that exposed very little of his face. The cloak billowed and flapped behind him furiously, as if fighting a war against the raging winds. He stopped in front of a pale-skinned girl, lying motionless in the snow.
Kneeling down beside the unconscious girl, he touched her face softly. His lips tightened suddenly, into what seemed like a frown. He pulled his fingers back and paused for a while.
Finally, he pushed back his hood, letting long, snowy curls tumble out and cascade down his slender but firm shoulders. He proceeded to remove his cloak, and draped it over the girl, wrapping her around with it.
He then took her wordlessly into his arms, and began to walk away carrying the limp girl and disappearing back into the darkness.
Syaoran frowned.
Meiling had been behaving most strangely just now. Ever since he had declared to Meiling about his love for Sakura, they had drifted apart. And now, Syaoran almost never knew what went on in Meiling's mind. He wondered whether Meiling was still resentful about him loving Sakura. He never intended to hurt her...
Syaoran made up his mind to confront her there and then, to ask of her true opinion regarding that matter, and hoping to clarify whatever misunderstandings they had.
He walked resolutely to her room.
He stopped abruptly upon reaching the doorway of her room, taking in a deep breath. If he could only just summon the courage...
' Meiling, I need to speak to you.' He burst out loudly, walking briskly into the room.
Then, he saw her, lying on her bed, in deep slumber.
Syaoran sighed, feeling disappointed, but relieved. He walked slowly to her, pulling the blanket over her, covering her up to her chin.
Suddenly, Syaoran froze, his eyes widened and his pupils dilated.
' Meiling!' he cried, taking her by the shoulders, and shaking her roughly.
But it was to no avail. She did not wake.
' Oi! Meiling wake up!' Syaoran urged frantically, as he shook her again.
He stopped. He knew that his attempts would prove futile. She was still physically present, but her mind and soul were beyond his reach...
' Meiling.' He whispered, anguished.
He hovered his hand, which was glowing red with magic, above her chest, trying to detect or abolish the source of the magic that had been cast upon Meiling. An invisible force repelled his magic, however, and he was thrown back roughly, causing his back to collide heavily with the wall.
Swearing, he rose up slowly and looked at Meiling with fresh uncertainty and worry.
Whatever should I do?
This thought raced through Syaoran's mind aimlessly as he gaped at her lifeless form, giddy with anger, shock and worry.
Then, a single thought flitted through his mind.
' Sakura!' He exclaimed.
He hurriedly snatched Meiling's phone by her table, and dialled Sakura's number.
'Hello! This is Sakura speaking! ' A cheery, girlish voice said over the other end.
' Sakura! This is Syaoran! Come over to Wei's and bring your Sakura cards! Hurry!' Syaoran said urgently.
' Oh. Ok.' Sakura said, confused.
Syaoran hung up, and took Meiling's hand in his.
' You're going to be alright, Meiling. Sakura's coming.' He whispered intensely, gazing darkly at her lifeless body.
' You're going to be just fine.'
Author's note:
Konnichiwa! Well, how did you find it? Please do not mind any grammatical errors so much. Alright then, please (now) press the review button...yes, yes...the one at that little box over there...yes, now click on it...click, you dolt...aah, good...now, where was I? Oh, yes. Review for me please, and tell me your opinions on this fic, and, do NOT forget to catch the next chapter of this fic, entitled: Po Hu. Ja Ne! See you again!
Oh, and this is a Meiling & MVOC (My Very Own Creation) / Sakura & Syaoran fic
Curtains open
3...2...1...
Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura belongs only to Clamp!
Presenting...
Soul capture
' Syaoran...' A rather lanky girl whispered affectionately, tracing a finger longingly against a close-up picture of a boy with a mass of untidy sandy- coloured hair that enhanced his roguish charm all the more.
She was sprawled lazily over her bed, gazing dreamily into the photograph that she held possessively in one hand.
' Syaoran...' she sighed, rather loudly this time.
' Yes, Meiling?' A deep and gentle voice called from the doorway of her room.
Meiling's eyes widened in horror and she let loose a cry. She sat up sharply in bed and hurriedly stuffed the photograph under her pillow. She then quickly turned to face her cousin, who stood by the doorway, a slight flush creeping up her cheeks.
Her gaze fell upon a teenage boy, who was of medium built, and whose hair was in its usual untidy, sandy mess that suited his look perfectly. Her eyes travelled from his large, cinnamon, expressive eyes, down his straight nose and across soft, pink lips, and settled on the firmly muscled body, achieved by his daily practice of swordplay and martial arts.
The shade of pink on her cheeks deepened into a crimson red.
' Meiling?' he tried again, sounding puzzled.
Meiling was jerked out of her reverie, and waved her hands in front of her vigorously.
' Oh...erm...nothing's the matter...' she faltered, her heart pounding furiously, then added brightly as an idea struck her, ' Just wanted to know what time we will be meeting Sakura and Tomoyo tomorrow!'
Syaoran, who was still unconvinced, looked at his cousin sceptically, who was grinning innocently back at him. She looked too flustered and uneasy. Still, he answered her question.
' It's noon at the Carnival, remember?' he reminded, looking at her critically to guess what had uprooted her so.
' Oh! I remember now! Arigato!' she exclaimed loudly, in a highly exaggerated cheerful voice.
Syaoran raised an eyebrow, but did not say anything.
' Syaoran-sama!'
' Oh! Wei's calling you! You had better go!' Meiling said hurriedly, jumping at the chance to free herself from the penetrating gaze of her cousin.
Syaoran paused and looked appraisingly at Meiling for a second, before turning to answer Wei's call.
Meiling heaved a big sigh of relief, as she heard Syaoran's footsteps die away.
The brunette placed a hand under the pillow and pulled out the photograph of Syaoran. She began to smoothen out the creased photograph almost absently, as she stared transfixed at Syaoran's picture. Another sigh left her lips—Though it was out of sorrow this time, not relief.
' I love...'She began, her heart pounding fiercely.
She stopped abruptly, and shook her head vigorously.
'I mustn't have thoughts like these anymore', she scolded, pounding a fist angrily on her knee, ' Syaoran and Sakura are already a couple...they belong together.
Yet another part of her wished that Syaoran had never come to Japan. Syaoran would have never met Sakura and he would have been hers...
No, decided Meiling firmly, I want the best for Syaoran. He is my best friend, my dearest cousin, and much, much more to me.
And, she added as an afterthought, Syaoran had never felt that way about her anyway.
With that thought clasped firmly in her mind, she snuggled up in her bed, determined to only think of Syaoran as her cousin.
She looked out of the window, squinting under glare of the sun. The rays of light brought warmth to her skin that felt comforting somehow.
She began to feel limp and drowsy, and her eyelids drooped.
A sudden rush of cool wind brushed lightly against her face, gently lulling her to sleep.
Cold sliced into her flesh. She writhed beneath the blows of heavy cold. Cold . . .
'Huh?' Meiling muttered sleepily, sitting up groggily to push away her blanket that wasn't there...?
Surprised, Meiling looked about her, only to discover that she was not in her bed, but in a middle of a snowstorm.
Her lips parted in surprise. Hadn't she been in bed just now? The last she remembered was drifting off to sleep in her warm bed, and not sprawled over cold, soft snow that seemed to stretch endlessly across the land. The sky was dull, threatening and highly intimidating and malicious bitter-cold winds blew viciously down her exposed neck.
'Am I dreaming?' She asked herself softly, looking about her in wonder. She pinched herself—hard.
' Ouch!' She cried, rubbing furiously at her bruised arm.
She stopped suddenly, as if she a thought had just occurred to her.
' I'm not asleep...' She whispered, her voice holding traces of disbelief and fear.
Where on earth was she then? She was definitely not in Japan anyhow. Why, it was the summer holidays in Japan, and not winter! However did she come here in the first place?
A particularly cold blast of wind stung her cheeks, and she hugged herself tightly. She looked down despairingly at the T-shirt and skirt she was wearing. It was cold.
She felt overwhelmed with fear.
' Syaoran!' she whispered desperately, as she always did when she was in trouble.
Usually, her cousin would always be there to save her, but now she was alone, and Syaoran was too far away to help her...
Tears began to well up in her eyes, but she shook her head angrily in an attempt to force back her tears and clear her mind.
' I have to learn to depend on myself, and not just on Syaoran!' she chided herself, and added with a catch in her voice, ' He isn't wholly mine anymore.'
She rose unsteadily to her feet and brushed off the snow that clung to her, shivering uncontrollably. She wrapped her arms around her, and trudged through the snow, with the bitter-cold wind blowing harshly against her violently trembling body.
' Is this magic?' She asked herself, gasping as she felt the full force of the cold howling wind strike at her vulnerable body.
She took a step forward gingerly, her bare foot sinking into the deep snow. Tears filled her eyes as she felt her feet burn, but she just gritted her teeth and continued to put a foot forward, not caring where she was heading for or if she was just walking in circles. Death was inevitable, but she was not about to give up without putting up a fierce fight.
Another step forward. Another. Anothe—
She stopped in her tracks and toppled slowly to the ground in exhaustion.
' No...' Meiling gasped weakly, attempting to stand back up again.
But she could not continue anymore, she did not have the energy, or the will power. It was useless.
She sighed sadly, her breath misty vapour in the frosty air. She thought back of all the people that she would miss the most and one image appeared solidly in her mind. If she was going to die, she might as well die looking into the face of the most beloved person in her life.
She smiled wanly as she thought of his delightfully messy hair, his soft gentle expression whenever he looked at her, his comforting touch...
A tear rolled down her cheek, bringing blessed warmth to the areas of skin it coursed its way across.
' Goodbye...Syaoran...'
A tall figure suddenly stepped out of the shadows. He wore a hooded ebony cloak that exposed very little of his face. The cloak billowed and flapped behind him furiously, as if fighting a war against the raging winds. He stopped in front of a pale-skinned girl, lying motionless in the snow.
Kneeling down beside the unconscious girl, he touched her face softly. His lips tightened suddenly, into what seemed like a frown. He pulled his fingers back and paused for a while.
Finally, he pushed back his hood, letting long, snowy curls tumble out and cascade down his slender but firm shoulders. He proceeded to remove his cloak, and draped it over the girl, wrapping her around with it.
He then took her wordlessly into his arms, and began to walk away carrying the limp girl and disappearing back into the darkness.
Syaoran frowned.
Meiling had been behaving most strangely just now. Ever since he had declared to Meiling about his love for Sakura, they had drifted apart. And now, Syaoran almost never knew what went on in Meiling's mind. He wondered whether Meiling was still resentful about him loving Sakura. He never intended to hurt her...
Syaoran made up his mind to confront her there and then, to ask of her true opinion regarding that matter, and hoping to clarify whatever misunderstandings they had.
He walked resolutely to her room.
He stopped abruptly upon reaching the doorway of her room, taking in a deep breath. If he could only just summon the courage...
' Meiling, I need to speak to you.' He burst out loudly, walking briskly into the room.
Then, he saw her, lying on her bed, in deep slumber.
Syaoran sighed, feeling disappointed, but relieved. He walked slowly to her, pulling the blanket over her, covering her up to her chin.
Suddenly, Syaoran froze, his eyes widened and his pupils dilated.
' Meiling!' he cried, taking her by the shoulders, and shaking her roughly.
But it was to no avail. She did not wake.
' Oi! Meiling wake up!' Syaoran urged frantically, as he shook her again.
He stopped. He knew that his attempts would prove futile. She was still physically present, but her mind and soul were beyond his reach...
' Meiling.' He whispered, anguished.
He hovered his hand, which was glowing red with magic, above her chest, trying to detect or abolish the source of the magic that had been cast upon Meiling. An invisible force repelled his magic, however, and he was thrown back roughly, causing his back to collide heavily with the wall.
Swearing, he rose up slowly and looked at Meiling with fresh uncertainty and worry.
Whatever should I do?
This thought raced through Syaoran's mind aimlessly as he gaped at her lifeless form, giddy with anger, shock and worry.
Then, a single thought flitted through his mind.
' Sakura!' He exclaimed.
He hurriedly snatched Meiling's phone by her table, and dialled Sakura's number.
'Hello! This is Sakura speaking! ' A cheery, girlish voice said over the other end.
' Sakura! This is Syaoran! Come over to Wei's and bring your Sakura cards! Hurry!' Syaoran said urgently.
' Oh. Ok.' Sakura said, confused.
Syaoran hung up, and took Meiling's hand in his.
' You're going to be alright, Meiling. Sakura's coming.' He whispered intensely, gazing darkly at her lifeless body.
' You're going to be just fine.'
Author's note:
Konnichiwa! Well, how did you find it? Please do not mind any grammatical errors so much. Alright then, please (now) press the review button...yes, yes...the one at that little box over there...yes, now click on it...click, you dolt...aah, good...now, where was I? Oh, yes. Review for me please, and tell me your opinions on this fic, and, do NOT forget to catch the next chapter of this fic, entitled: Po Hu. Ja Ne! See you again!