Kai: That was fast! oO
Syaoran: It's a threeshot, that's why.
Loki: She still doesn't own a thing... ¬¬
Kouichi: ... except plot and OCs!
SIBLING LOVE
SHOT 3 (final) - FIGHTING
Three months had passed since the incident at the house and word had already spread that a kid, around 8-10 years old, had gotten rid of some intruders that tried entering the house. Of course, since the intruders would be very embarrassed to admit it themselves, it had been started by the guards who saw the figures exiting the property while screaming obscenities, but, due to the dark, they had not been able to get a clear view.
And no one knew who the kid was, but since a small child was able to do that, no one wanted to know what the Li heir was capable of if he came across any trespassers. (1)
Eventually, the scandal died out and things went back to normal, the intrusion to the Li "mansion" was put in the past, except, of course, by those who had suffered the extreme humiliation. . .
"Syaoran! Where are you going?" Feimei cried out from the front door to house.
The said boy, who now stood facing the high walls that separated the Li gardens from the city bounds, turned back to face his older sister, by now surrounded by the other female members of the family, and gave a mere calm answer. "Out... to explore the city. My morning lessons are over and the afternoon's free. I want to know what is beyond these walls that hold us back." (2)
"But it's not time, yet! Wei said you had to wait until you were at least 14 to go!" Futie reasoned, but her little brother's decision had already been made.
"I know, but I've been curious since those other people came here. If this is our space, and they invaded it, I have the right to do it too, although I won't be exactly 'invading' theirs. I'm just checking it out, don't worry, I can take care of myself." He answered, his voice slicing through the air, cold as snow.
"But..." Shefa started, reaching out her arm as if to hold him back, but no sooner had Syaoran said those words, he jumped up the seemingly impossible to jump wall in a swift movement and was at once out of their sights. "But..." She muttered again, lowering the arm she had raised.
Fanren put a comforting hand on her sister's shoulder, giving her a slight nod, and, looking back at the place their brother had been standing just a few seconds earlier, she gave a slight smile. "We know, Syaoran, we know. Just..." She whispered, closing her eyes and sighing before finishing the sentence.
"Just be careful, little brother."
The winds blew a little stronger right then, as if carrying her words away...
They had been drinking since lunch, and it was already night-time, perhaps 6:30 pm. Since Oukuro's death, that had become almost like a tradition to the four, for they missed their young companion greatly, thus falsely trusting that drinking would help them get better, since they could think of no other way. (3)
Oukuro's burial had been held two days after his death at the mysterious boy's "hands", but since no one knew who he was, but knew he was less than 18, and also knowing he was merely protecting his sisters, for the invaders had been wrong in the first place, no charges were held against him.
The four remaining members of the group were about to start another round of alcohol, when the leader, Hakukiri, spotted a small child dressed in dark green Chinese robes walking alone among the streets. The second oldest of the group pointed with his head at the boy to his men, who followed his eyes and located the boy. As if previously planned, they turned their heads back at each other simultaneously and a smirk showed on their faces. Silently, they got up and left the bar as a group, signalling the bartender they'd be back another day and pay for what they had consumed.
"This is the night we waited for, boys!" Hakukiri whispered.
"Yes. The night we get revenge on that boy for making fools out of us and for taking Oukuro away!" Complemented the chubbiest, Tamaichi.
"He had the element of surprise that time, but now we know what he's capable of, so we'll be ready!" Myoutani said.
"And this time, we will be the ones with the element of surprise!" Tatsunabu finished, keeping his voice a mere whisper like the others'.
The gang kept quiet, stealthily following the boy around, trying not to get noticed, as they imagined possible ways to inflict pain on the kid that had been able to beat them down as if they were mere toys.
Syaoran had been walking around the town since 10 am or so, when he had left his sisters shouting after him at the house. The chocolate-eyed boy had seen the buildings, the train station, the huge Shopping Centers, the banks, the busy streets and, of course, the popular market. Needless to say, he was quite amazed, even if he had already seen most of the spots in books or pictures.
Looking up at the sky, he calculated it was already past 7pm, so he decided it was time he headed back home. Closing his eye for a second in concentration and, using his senses and the directions, he concluded the Li "mansion" was a few miles back the way he had come. Once the decision had been made, Syaoran was about to turn around and return, when he felt offensive auras watching him.
Thinking it as an amusing situation, the Li heir pretended to be completely unaware of his stalkers and proceeded back.
It was at that moment that the gang decided to show up. They appeared suddenly in front of the kid and, surrounding him, imprisoned the chestnut- haired boy in a big sack with a few holes for air to come in and, tying it tightly, brought him to the hideout they used.
Unknown to them, Syaoran had let himself be caught, merely because the experience seemed appealing to him.
When they finally reached the hideout, Myoutani, who had been carrying the sack on his back, dropped it unceremoniously on the floor, at which the gang smirked, but rapidly frowned when no sound was made; they had expected the boy to cry out.
Nonetheless, Tatsunabu, who held the biggest humiliation suffered by the group in the kid's hands, waked up to the sack and kicked it as hard as he could a few dozens of times, the others smiling contently behing him, waiting for their turn... but no sound came out.
Disapointed, Hakukiri ordered his young companion to stop and retrieved the boy from the sack, a huge frown showing in his face: Syaoran didn't even have a scared or pained expression on; in fact, he seemed, if anything, bored out of his mind.
The whole group frowned and, as Hakukiri threw the small figure roughly against a wall, they all cornered him and proceeded lashing out their anger on the boy, apparently thinking they were succeeding in inflicting pain in the kid.
However, when they eventually tired out, the group backed away to look at the results of their anger, but, much to their surprise, instead of a whimpering and beaten kid, what they found was an almost asleep boy.
Syaoran laughed inwardly, he was having the time of his life tauntering his "captors", but exteriorly, he smirked. "Is that the most you can do?" The boy asked, his voice holding slight, but perceptible, traces of boredom, as he tauntingly tried to stifle a yawn. "You're too weak. Can't you even make a lil' kid like me whimper a little?"
The gang members instantly flared up with anger, but before any more movements on their part could be made, Syaoran rolled to his side and seemed to suddenly appear behind them.
"My turn." The boy whispered near their ears creepily.
The gangsters turned around to face him and, in a flash, all four were lying on their backs, each with a few broken ribs, Syaoran standing triumphantly above, a smirk plastered on his face.
"You can thank me for being fair, I knocked you all down with the same move on each. It's tiring do repeat the same movement four consecutive times, you know?" He said, mocking innocence.
The gang members only grunted, but their faces immediately turned to those of pain as the full impact of the kicks they had received was registered by their brains.
Unfazed by their pathetic whimpering figures, Syaoran's eyes turned to slits and, before turning back to exit the hideout and return to the Li "mansion" his eerie voice sliced practically froze the air.
"If I catch at least a glimpse of you again, I swear I will NOT have mercy a third time. And I warn you: I'll be coming to 'visit' the city more often." he said, a creepy smirk displayed on his features.
Syaoran was almost out the door when he turned back and gave a last meassage:
"The Li heir... says hi!" He mockingly winked and headed out.
The gang swallowed and, once the kid was out, Tamaichi, 'trying' to lighten the heavy air then present, proposed to his fellows:
"Well, my friends, we had ot turn ourselves in with the police sooner or later. Why not guarantee our 'safe' cells, now?"
The others quickly nodded in agreement. As soon as they could, they'd turn themselves in to the police and make sure nor the Li kid, nor the Li heir, EVER saw them... inside their safe cells... (4)
Syaoran had barely jumped over the walls, when Wei appeared in front of him as the boy landed safely on the grass. Brown eyes barely had their respective lids close and open and Wei was already holding him 5.2 feet above ground by the back of his Chinse "shirt". "Master Li, why do you not use the gates, like a normal Li family member?" his guardian asked, a vein practically popping out of his forehead.
To that, the Li heir gave a sheepish smile and an almost inaudible reply. "Because I walk through doors everday, but I've never jumped over these or any other walls."
Wei sighed and walked back to the house, where Syaoran saw his sisters were still waiting for him, all asleep on the patio chairs, though. The Li siblings' guardian cleared his throat rather loudly, but still in his polite manner, efficiently waking up the teenage girls.
The teenagers blinked a few times before realizing their surroundings, and when their eyes simmultaneously landed on Syaoran, all four jumped on him like kids would on a spur of candy, hugging him fiercely, bringing him down from Wei's grasp.
"How are you?" The older sister asked.
"How was your day?" Was Shefa's enquiry.
"Did you like what you saw, Syaoran?" Asked Fanren.
"How come Wei was carrying you like that?" Feimei's question boomed... and Wei gave curt laugh and the boy glared at him indignantly.
"Syaoran, baby, you never learn, do you?" Shefa asked, suppressing a smile, as Futie carried him back into the house, despite his protests.
"But... that's our baby, alright! Always doing things his way!" The youngest sister said, coming closer to give the boy a hug.
Wei followed the siblings inside, closing the door behind him... and locking it, although he knew that wasn't necessary. He knew the strength and the always alert senses of the Li heir would be enough to keep anyone away, but even so, there was nothing wrong in doing things the normal way. Wei had followed Syaoran when he made his way through the streets, not because was worried, since he knew the boy could take care of himself without help, but because the guardian wanted to be an eyewitness himself of what the intelligent boy would be able to discover and observe in place where he had never before ventured. And the old man was very happy: Syaoran had made him proud when showing: how he handled the situation without difficulties, his abilities, the capacity to keep his emotions in check and reactions under control even when he thought no one was monitoring him.
Yes, the boy had made him proud, and someday, he would make his late parents and ancestors even prouder.
But at the moment, Syaoran would have to deal with the overprotective sisters. Wei rejoiced at the thought, and the joy seemed to spread throughout his hardly aged body as his eyes settled on the happy face the boy made at his sister's heartily words.
"Welcome back, Syaoran!" Fanren's greeting was said while she hugged the little kid.
"Yes, he'll make them even more proud... someday," was Wei's last thoughts as he left the strongly binded siblings.
Strongly binded... by love.
END of SHOT 3 - FIGHTING and of FIC!
1. That means no one figured out that the Li heir IS the small kid, not even the intruders, because no one ever mentioned it. . . and no one ever expected the heir to still be a kid.
2. Note: He's never been to the "outside" world, the one just beyond the walls of his own gardens.
3. A.N.: I do NOT approve of drinking!
4. They still can't believe he is the Li heir, ignoring that truth completely; which works much to Syaoran's advantage: people will not dare to disrupt the peace in the Li property if they are afraid of a little kid belonging to that family, and even less if the Li heir, who is supposed to be even stronger, is also protecting it.
So, did you like it? looks around frantically If not, tell me why in a review so I can improve, if yes, tell me why anyway! I don't think she's coming! sighs in relief Please?
Kai: Translation: R&R! ¬¬
Syaoran: Translation for that: Read and REVIEW!
Loki: You're forgetting something. --'
Kouichi: She said please.
Kai/Syaoran ¬¬'
I hope you liked the fic. I also hope to "see you" next time on another fic!
Loki: You hope too much... ¬¬
Well, it doesn't hurt to! KLKL signing out b4 I commit suicide because of certain characters! Mata ne!