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Chapter 2
Syaoran hung up the phone and sighed. Sakura had just phoned. Of course he had declined her offer. She asked him to come someplace or another with the others. The zoo maybe? He couldn't really keep his mind straight lately.
He looked over to the window and watched some birds fly past, he shivered. Yes, lately, lately everything had been a bit off. He felt something, though he wasn't sure what. Unconsciously, he strengthened the shield around his family and his aura. He flopped down on his couch suddenly tired.
He felt useless being here in Japan while his family was in China. Sure, he kept up a shield around each individual in the Li mansion and the mansion itself, but if they were attacked, he would still be in Japan, unable to protect them. He furrowed his brow guiltily, it was his fault they couldn't protect themselves. He was their power, their strength, and here he was, in Japan. Not that he didn't like Japan. Sometimes it was just so........frustrating. Yue hated him, Kero hated him, Touya hated him, and he was sure that Eriol had it in for him.
Most would think that the boy who had been prophesied about would be brave, fearless, courageous. But he wasn't, or at least he didn't think he was. He knew he was scared though, and worried. It was like an evil sense of foreboding kept him from everything. No one noticed, why should they? He had acted distant before--the only difference now was that he actually was.
He felt awful, he felt sick and he knew his health was declining. He couldn't help it. He wondered how long he could hide it. It wasn't that he thought anyone would notice but it wouldn't help to bring them closer to the realization. His mother would of known right away. Suddenly he got a wave of nausea and homesickness and groaned as he turned on the couch and grabbed a pillow squeezing it tight, teeth clenched, eyes shut. He hated this, this stupid sickness. He himself was even skeptical that he was the boy in the prophesy but every one else seemed to think so. He had been sick ever since he left his family. He thought it might have something to do with sending all his power over to Hong Kong while still trying to keep himself well protected.
It was like his insides were being turned and ripped in his stomach. He started sweating. He could handle the sickness fine, well not really fine, but he survived. It was the nightmares that were killing him, only beginning as of late. His thoughts wondered back to Sakura, she had sounded concerned on the phone. His thoughts were suddenly invaded as a new wave of pain came on. He whimpered, 'pathetic' he thought. At least it was no nightmare, those horrible nightmares. He voluntarily shivered making the pain grow worse. Syaoran was not fortunate, not lucky, that he knew, but even he didn't expect to be unlucky enough to have the doorbell ring at that precise moment.
He forced himself off the couch and stumbled toward the door through his pain glazed vision. He felt like he was suffocating. He opened the door then leaned heavily against it gasping. As he looked up to see his visitors he felt his cheeks go pink, though he was sure he had a fever before that.
Li was embarrassed, he had almost yelped when he looked up into the glaring eyes of Sakura's older brother. He regained his composure and glared back, though the pain made it hard for him, but soon Touya's cheeks were turning pink. Then he realized why. He squeaked as he looked down, and sure enough, he was still in pajamas, well night clothes, at least that's what he liked to call them. He was so hot he had barely noticed, he was in his white sleeveless shirt and pink joggers. He realized it made him look like a little kid, he also realized it made him look........well it wasn't his fault! His red joggers turned pink, so what! It's not like he knew how to do laundry. When he was at home his mother always got someone to take of it, Wei had done the laundry when he and Meiling had come to Japan. When Wei left he just threw everything together and added bleach and soap. Though he could, st least now, handle his laundry. He missed Wei and Meiling.
That, however, did not stop his cheeks from burning, he quickly spun on his heel and made his way to his bedroom noting the pain had ebbed, but only barely. He dug through his closet and pulled out some black pants, but finding no other clean shirt. He quickly slipped them on and soon came back out to find they, all five of them-six if you count Kero, had settled themselves in his living room. Why did they come? He hoped he hadn't sounded sick on the phone. He couldn't spot Kero so he guessed that he was probably in the kitchen. Touya was currently examining the pictures on the mantle, which made Syaoran rise to a new height of embarrassment, he was just so unlucky! Yukito, as usual, was being polite and sitting on the couch parallel to the shelf. Sakura and Madison were talking and Eriol was listening, apparently.
Sakura smiled brightly as she spotted Li . Soon all noise had stopped and they all turned to face him. Syaoran felt awkward, then suddenly Kero burst into the room. Syaoran let out his breath. Unfortunately he wasn't so thrilled at what Kero had to say.
"Hey gaki, where's all your food and what was with those pink pants Sakura was telling me about, I wish I could have been there!"
AN: tell me if I should make the chapters longer (which I prbably will anyway) and sorry if it bugs anyone that I call Tomoyo, Madison but everyone else by their Japanese names. If you see any mistakes in the plot or anything, feel free. Also feel free to send in suggestions, like for instance if you think I should write in different POV's. Thanks for reading!