Futie is the one that has her hair tight in a straight/thin ponytail; Shefa has short hair; Fanren's the one with the long hair that she leaves down and Feimei is the one that has long hair with 2 "pigtails" on top of her head and the rest is down.
A better description of the OCs (original characters) featured in this chapter can be found at the bottom, before the preview of SHOT 3.
SIBLING LOVE
SHOT 2 - PROTECTING
Five people with tanned skin, black hair and dark brown eyes were wearing black chinese suits that night. What changed between the figures hidden in the dark was only their frames, the size of their hair (and consequently how it was done) and their faces. It became very hard to see them since there was a serious lack of light, and it all worked to their advantage.
Slowly, the 5 approached the big house owned by the Li family. It took them a good deal of time to cross the gardens without being seen by any of the remaining guards, but finally they were able to reach the path to the entrance without being spotted. They smirked at each other and, with one swift move, they were all inside as quiet as a mute cat.
And still no sign of the "feared Li heir".
"Ha, so it was all a lie, that crap about the Li heir being on guard to punish whoever entered his house. I should have known." One of them, the biggest and also the leader, Hakukiri, mumbled. He had the shortest hair of the group, meaning it didn't get past his shoulders. His age couldn't be more than 30.
"Whatever! Let's find the goods and the girls and get the hell out'a here!" Whispered another, Tatsunabu, the one with the leanest frame and the longest hair, which reached past his waist and was held by a blue ribbon surrounding it. His features betrayed his soul, for as much as he was young and handsome, apparently around his early 20s, the man held only lust and greed in his eyes.
The other three nodded and followed the first two; they too were anxious to get the "job" done and run from the house. As brave as they were, no matter if the Li heir didn't even exist, the house itself held an air of spookiness, telling them to get out itself.
After 13 minutes of searching, they reached what seemed to be the personal chambers.
"Finally!" The one with a smallest queue said, barely able to keep his voice down. His name was Oukuro, and he seemed to be the youngest, perhaps no more than 21, therefore, the most impatient.
Silently, they searched the rooms, until they found the four girls sleeping together in one of the biggest. Tamaichi, the chubbiest and also the shortest one, who was no more and no less than 27, held the door open so the whole gang could enter quietly without waking any of the occupants up yet, closing it behind him. His queue barely passed his shoulders.
Unfortunately, the door did not heed their intentions and made a slight cringe as it was closed. The noise was not loud enough to warn the guards, but it was enough to wake the youngest of the four beautiful sisters.
Feimei mumbled a bit before opening her eyes, which immediately widened upon being layed on the human shadows that could be seen by the room's faints candlelights, flickering every now and then. Before she had a chance do scream though, Myoutani, the oldest member of the gang with his 34 ears, was by her side and had his hand over her mouth thightly, muffling any sound she made, his other arm holding her against himself.
In his haste to reach her, however, he accidently bumped on Fanren's bedside table, making the water on a basin which was on top of it splash on her face, waking the girl up in a second. Fanren barely had time to scream before Tatsunabu was holding her rather aggressively, his lust consuming him the moment he set eyes on her small wet frame, hair falling in cascades around it. Her scream, however, was able to wake up the remaining girls; Futie barely opened her eyes when Hakukiri was already pinning her in her own bed, the same happening to Shefa with Oukuro.
The girls struggled with all their strength to escape from their captives arms, but the men's strength were far greater than their own, and the most they managed to do was let out a yell or so every now and then.
By the time they heard light footsteps coming from the hallway, the girls' nightgowns were all torn and crumpled in various places, barely concealing their feminine traits, to the pleasure of their respective captors.
The door opened and Tamaichi, who had been standing quietly beside it, in order to smack the head of whoever was coming the moment the person stepped in, dropped his fists in a mocking expression and, not only his, but the whole gang's faces' expression turn from worried to relieved and then... to laughing.
"Syaoran!" The four sisters screamed when they saw the the little boy with dark green Chinese robes at the door, worried at what could happen, fear clutching their chests.
The said boy, although long since knowing what was going on, decided to play along, noticing how the intruders dropped their guards the moment they laid eyes on him. From the top of the roof, where the young child had been meditating, he had observed them cross the fields and enter the house, but decided that the best way to punish the group was to let them come close to what they wanted, and then make sure they would never even think of wishing for it again. His mind set, Syaoran put on an innocent face, although still with the blank expression, and, blinking twice to add effect, the chocolate-eyed boy continued his act.
"What's going on?" He asked innocently, taking in all the surroundings and efficiently observing all present. "What are these people doing here?"
"They're..." Futie tried, but Hakukiri's hand covered her mouth before she had a chance to finish.
"We're just playing with your sisters, little boy... we're old friends of theirs, don't worry. It's late, go back to sleep, everything's OK!" Tamaichi said, leaning down to become eye-level with the kid, his knees supporting his hands.
To everyone's surprise, at that instant, Syaoran's eyes turn to slits. "Get away from my sisters or I'll have you on the ground screaming for your mother in seconds!" He said calmly, but the suppressed anger was evident.
At this, both groups, the sisters and the gang, were all surprised at his sudden change of behavior, but the boy's words hit the gang's pride and the 5 advanced towards him.
"No! Don't hurt him!" Fanren shouted, finally free of Tatsunabu's grasp. At these words, her captor turned back to her and was immediately grasping the second youngest of the sisters again.
"Just the words I wanted to hear, my dear," he said seductively at her ear, before leaning down to kiss her hastily, lust consuming his body once more as his hands roamed about her frail one. Fanren held back the tears threatening to escape her eyes.
"We'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt him!" Feimei shouted too.
Tamaichi, immediately getting the message his leader sent him with a look, quickly appeared behind Syaoran and puts a knife to his neck. Although he noticed this long before the knife was halfway up, the Li heir decided on not doing a thing yet, his eyes remaining cold and blank, not even flinching when the offensive object was pressed against his skin.
"Now do what we say and the boy will live to see the morning rays of the sun!" Hakukiri said coldly, a wide smirk on his facial features.
"Syaoran!" Three of the sisters shouted. Their fears turned into courage as they nodded, consenting to the conditions set by the men.
"As long as he is safe, I don't care what happens," they all thought.
Each of the men started undoing what was left of the respective girls' robes, and the sisters all held back the urge to cry upon feeling the soft warmth of the fragile candlelights on their exposed bodies.
"Because if Syaoran saw that, he might do something drastic," was the thought that traveled their minds.
Right then, said boy smirked. Closing his eyes, the young but icy voice is heard throughout the room. "You really think I'll let you play with my sisters without asking my permission first?" He asks sarcastically.
"What are you saying, you little brat! If you say another word I'll cut your throat in..."
"Syaoran, baby, it's alright, do as they sa..." Futie tried to keep her brother away from danger, interrupting the chubby man before the boy had the chance.
However, she was also interrupted: not by another voice, but by actions: with quick movements, Syaoran grabbed the knife with 2 of his small right- hand fingers and, before anyone could even blink, he had the man flipped, landing with a loud bang on the floor. Then, stepping on top of the fallen man's stomach, knife still between his fingers, the boy made one sarcastic comment:
"My, my! Children shouldn't play with knives... they'll just get hurt. I should put it away."
And with a smirk, Syaoran threw it in Oukuro's direction, hitting him square in the heart. Before anyone had a chance to react, Hakukiri got kicked squarely on his ribs and Myoutani was punched right in his face, both were knocked out, laying on the ground.
One more to go.
Three of his sisters were already safely behind him, one clutching to the other as if their lives depended on how strong they held on.
"I told you to stay away from them or I'd have you down in seconds." Syaoran whispered in a warning tone, bringing out an ofuda when he noticed what the last man was trying to do.
"Don't move, brat, or your sister gets it!" Tatsunabu yelled, bringing out his own knife and pressing it against Fanren's throat.
To that, Syaroan only smirked... again. "If you think that'll stop me from getting you, you are deadly wrong!" He said in anger. Suddenly, the small boy closed his eyes and rapidly called out "RAITEN SHOURAI!"
In less than a second, thunder clashed down on Tatsunabu with such force, it made him throw Fanren high into the air, courtesy of the great impact. The girl screamed a bit, but to the amazement of anyone still conscious, Syaoran jumped and catched her, landing safely back on the ground in front of his other sisters, Fanren in his arms.
Letting go of her, the chocolate-haired kid calmly and slowly walked towards the remaining intruder, who was still recovering from the shock he had literally received. The boy, when passing by Oukuro's body, retrieved the knife he used to knock out the latter, and, in a swift movement, he was suddenly standing behind Tatsunabu, bringing it to the back of the guy's head. "Now move it if you don't want to breathe through a hole in your throat through the last moments of your life!"
Natusnabu, scared and desperate, used his last resort: whimpering. "You wouldn't kill me, you're just a boy!"
In answer, all Syaoran did was mutter another sarcastic comment, "And you're a very mean man trying to harm my sisters and invade our house," he pouted... and then his eyes turned to slits as he muttered a very cold answer. "I already killed one of you, don't make me kill another! Get your pals and beat it!" The child shouted in a very angry voice.
Tatsunabu, who, by now, was more frightened than he'd ever be, could only nod and, dragging his four companions behind him with inhuman strength, the man ran out as fast as he could.
"Monster! Lil' Devil! Kid raised by the demon himself! Son of the Devil!" And other insults were all that could be heard as the gang was retrieved from the Li family property, not being caught by the guards, who had orders directly from the heir to let them go.
The four sisters, kneeling on the cold linoleum bedroom floor, frighteningly looked around at the approaching boy as reality dawned on them like a bucket of freezing water: their cute little brother had just killed a man, and he had done it as if it were an ordinary daily event. They looked at him, trying to find in that icy blank face where their innocent brother was, staring at him as if they had never seen each other.
In truth, what they had never seen was what he was taught... and how much of it he learned, so they were quite scared about the whole situation.
A soothing voice brought them back to reality.
"Are you four alright?" A sweet voice asked, to which they sighed relieved when noticing it was their little brother's, currently looking at them closely, his small height barely reaching their heads.
Relieved... because he hadn't turned into a cold-blooded killer.
Tears started to accumulate on each of the girls' faces and, before they knew it, all four had the boy in a fierce hug, all the while crying and apologizing for making him do such a horrible thing, never letting the strength of the hug subside.
The little boy gave a weak smile at their sisters reaction, blushing a little at the contact of their practically naked bodies on him, before suffocating a little.
Immediately realizing he was out of air because of them, the sisters let the brother go, waiting for his coughing to stop.
"We're so sorry!" Pleaded Shefa.
"Syaoran! Please, forgive us!" Begged Feimei.
When the coughing ceased moments later, he looked up to them and offered a little smile. "Daijoubu, neesan-tachi no tame nara, ore wa subete o dekiru, koroshitemo ii ndakara (It's OK, if it's for my older sisters' sake, I can do anything, even killing is OK)."
The girls looked at him intensely as the words sank in, before crying all over again. Syaoran quietly got a few blankets and covered his sisters with a caring gesture, protecting their fragile bodies from the cold that seemed to suddenly take over the room, as the four just keep crying on and on, reaching out to hug him again in a sudden movement, which he did not rebel against.
And they kept crying... but unknown by Syaoran, they were all crying for him, crying that he was such a sweet little boy who had long since lost his innocence.
END of SHOT 2 - PROTECTING
Tatsunabu - picture an Shannon with black Chinese clothes, brown eyes and Tamahome's hair style (when his hair's long).
Oukuro - picture a slightly older Wufei with black Chinese clothes and brown eyes.
Hakukiri - picture Mitsukake with a little more muscle and brown eyes.
Myoutani - picture an adult Tamahome, short-haired version, with brown eyes and black Chinese clothes.
Tamaichi - picture Quatre's "doctor" (O or M, I think) with a little more hair on the head, none on the face, and a slightly younger face, with black Chinese clothes and brown eyes.
I put that Syaoran's last speech in Japanese, even though I know he is in China (Hong Kong) and does not speak that language, solely because I felt it better that way. Those kinds of words sound better in Japanese, in my opinion...
He blushed when they hugged him because, like I said, he has the knowledge even a grown-up sometimes hasn't, including what those body parts are for... a normal 8-year-old probably would not care.
In case you haven't noticed, Fanren's my favorite Li sister. I like her because she's beautiful (like all of Syaoran's sisters; may would say what a ahem LUCKY guy!) and has gorgeous hair! I TOTALLY LOVE that long and dazzling hair of hers!
Next (and final): "How do the siblings treat each other after that? Most importantly, how do the girls see Syaoran now? What'll happen to the Tatsunabu, Hakukiri, Tamaichi and Myoutani (don't forget Oukuro was killed)? These and final introspectives coming up next, on SIBLING LOVE, SHOT 3 - FIGHTING
Syaoran :)
Kai ¬¬ What?
Loki: He's happy because he has been turned into a sadistic but innocent child ! ¬¬ That can't be normal!
Kouichi: Uh, Loki-kun, I think that's not it...
Loki õÕ: Then what is it?
Kai --: I think I know...
Syaoran: I ROCK!
Ever since you were born!
Kai/Loki/Kouichi ¬¬'''''''
Loki-kun, have the honors please?
Syaoran: I'll do it!
OO OoooooK, go ahead them, MY HONEY! glomps Syaoran
Syaoran: R... &... R... please!
Kai ¬¬
Kouichi: KLKL, you're suffocating Syaoran!
OO OH, no! GOMEN NASAI!
Loki: It's the third time this week!
Kai: And today's just Monday! (note: written on Dec. 16th, 2003)
Syaoran cough, cough, cough
Kouichi/Loki: Poor guy. Thank goodness that's not us!
Kai: Call Go2Hell, she'll know what to do to get KLKL off Syaoran's case for a while... ¬¬
NO! Anything, but Go2Hell! ANYTHING! runs out of room waving hand exasperatedly around
KLKL signing out! Actually it's Kai, but she's a bit busy at the moment so I'm doing this for her for some strange reason... ¬¬
Loki: Because you care, Kai-KUN!
Kai ¬¬ Hn.