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I - Feverish Fighter
"Honto ni!? You came earlier than Li-kun!?" Sakura said, amazed.
"Hai! But that might mean he's not coming at all," Tomoyo pointed out, thoughtfully.
"Eh!? Ah...you're right..." Sakura's face fell. "Well, maybe he'll still come..."
"Maybe--" Tomoyo stopped short.
Syaoran entered the classroom, eyes hidden behind the auburn locks that messily displayed themselves, playing across his forehead, obscuring emotions. His head was bowed, face blank, and when he reached his seat behind Sakura, he wearily dropped his bag, fell into the seat, refused to look at who was around him, and kept his head down on his arms.
"Ohayo, Syaoran-kun," Sakura said, cautiously. Tomoyo echoed her.
Syaoran didn't reply.
"Daijobu desu ka?"
Syaoran graced her with a barely audible, "Ah. I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Ah."
"Demo..."
Syaoran raised his piercing auburn eyes to Sakura's concerned emerald ones, telling, pleading her to leave him alone. Sakura, though dense like she was, got the message, and she gave up trying to know what was obviously bothering Syaoran.
Throughout the day, this continued. Syaoran's usual attentiveness lacked by huge amounts, always and constantly buried in his own thoughts. He distanced himself from everyone more than usual, only talked when someone asked him a question. His energy seemed so limited, his face lacked expression, his discomfort was obvious, and had his head in his arms at every spare moment.
"Syaoran-kun, let's go and eat lunch," Sakura prodded, softly, gently tapping Syaoran's shoulder, whose face was once again buried in his arms, trying to keep his breathing neutral.
Syaoran raised his head at her touch. His gaze hardened, and his eyes shifted to escape her concerned gaze. "You go ahead."
"Eh!? WHY?"
"I don't feel like eating, that's all."
"But you'll eat lunch, won't you?"
"No. No appetite. Just go."
"But..."
He flashed her a brief glare, flicked his eyes away and avoided Sakura's eyes.
"Okay...join us if you want to, Syaoran-kun," Sakura said. She and Tomoyo left, casting worried faces towards him.
When the dismissal bell rang, he left without a word, eyes hidden beneath his brown locks again.
"I know something's wrong with him, Tomoyo-chan," Sakura said, as they walked through the school gates together.
"Yes, I do too."
"Did I do something...say something...to make him mad at me?"
"No. Symptoms say he has a fever," Tomoyo said, thoughtfully. "No energy, unfocused, silence on his part, and I can hear him struggling to remain awake out of the corner of my eye behind you."
"Really!?" Sakura said.
"Positive. I was disappointed. No Sakura-Syaoran moments for me to tape..." Tomoyo admitted, wistfully, looking sadly at her video camera.
Sakura sweatdropped.
"I suppose you'd want to visit him, ne?" Tomoyo said, hopefully. "Maybe I can tape you two together..." She let out a dreamy sigh and stars found places in her eyes.
"Tomoyo-chan..."
"Kawaii!!! Let's go!!!!" Tomoyo steered Sakura to the street that would lead to Syaoran's apartment.
* * * After much fussing and blushing * * *
Knock. Knock.
"Syaoran-kun!?"
"Syaoran!!"
"It's us!"
Syaoran...
Syaoran-kun...
He could hear voices...
Syaoran-kun..
Are you there...
Sakura...Tomoyo...
Syaoran raised his fever-flushed face from the couch, where he'd collapsed when he arrived earlier. His eyes were unfocused, his breathing shallow, and his limbs--every part of him--felt numb, icy.and yet hot, so hot, at the same time.
The moment he'd arrived from school, he'd blacked out on the couch, tired and exhausted from his efforts of staying awake while in school. His lids had felt heavy, his head light, and every limb in his body ached.
He dragged his two-tons-each legs to the door and lifted his hand to twist the knob open.
"Kinomoto...Daidouji..." he said, almost weakly. Then he forced more feeling. "Yo."
"Konnichiwa, Syaoran-kun," Sakura said, kindly. Tomoyo already had her videotape on, but she waved her free hand as a sign of hello.
Syaoran stumbled. Afraid of showing weakness, he recovered and tried to stay alert. "Gomen, but I...I've got something to do...busy...right now...I..."
He was cut short by a cool hand that brushed against his forehead. His auburn eyes widened slightly.
"Syaoran-kun!!!" Sakura's shriek echoed...reechoed...and reechoed...through his head. "We must get you to the hospital quick!!"
So it was HER hand...
"No!!" Syaoran cried out. "No hospitals. I can handle this."
"Demo, you're so hot and this might get worse if--" Sakura looked really alarmed.
Syaoran shook his head. Behind the feverish flush on his face, there was a bright pink blush from all the concern he was getting from...HER. "A few tablets will do. This is nothing."
"Syaoran..."
"No, Sakura."
"I...but...okay...but we'll take care of you for now."
"No....no need. Just come in."
Sakura and Tomoyo entered. Tomoyo had captured the whole scene, but she wasn't happy about Syaoran's fever. She wasn't a heartless person who only lived for S+S moments. Sakura, of course, was sick with tension.
"Sit," Syaoran said. He felt a strong urge to collapse and black out, but he resisted. He motioned towards the sofa with his hand. He didn't offer any drinks since that would require him to go to the kitchen.
"Since when did you come down with...with this?" Sakura asked, softly.
"With what?" Syaoran replied, although he already knew.
"Your fever."
"Well...last night."
"Why did you come to school?"
"This couldn't possibly be an acceptable excuse, could it!?"
"But--"
"Sakura...there's no need to--uhn!"
"Syaoran!?"
"Uhm...nothing, I...nothing."
"What is it!?"
"Nothing."
"Fainting spell." Tomoyo, camcorder still recording everything, spoke up.
"What was that, Tomoyo-chan?"
"Fainting spell. Sort of...a brief black-out."
"SYAORAN!!"
"Stop exaggerating--huh?" Syaoran raised his auburn eyes, motining to the girls to keep silent. "Do you sense it?" he asked Sakura.
"What? What!?" Sakura asked, panicky.
"Some captor."
"WHAT!?"
"A Clow Card. It's loose."
Sakura gasped. She instinctively clutched her key as she tried to feel the familiar magical aura that could only come from a Clow Card.. "I...I...I feel it!" she cried. "Let's g--" she stopped. She watched Syaoran as he grabbed his sword (AN: if it's true that the sword can change into ball and tassle form, then that's what Syaoran grabbed from the table) which was on the coffee table, wincing a little at the weight (AN: when it's already in sword form).
She bit her lip. "But let it wait, you have to rest, Syaoran-kun."
"No!" Syaoran protested, standing up from his position on the couch. He swayed unsteadily, but managed to stand, his hand tightening on his sword. "I'll go."
"What!? Syaoran-kun, you can't be serious!!!" Sakura hopped up, running to him and searching his face. "You'll get worse!! You can't!!"
"No. I'll go. You go too. I need you to seal it." Syaoran, without bothering to change into his battle robes, grabbed Sakura's hand. "Don't pity me. I'm fine," he said.
"Syaoran-kun..."
"Sakura, please..."
"I...okay..."
"But your costumes!!" Tomoyo protested.
"No time. I wanna catch it ASAP," Syaoran said. Of course, the fact that he just wanted to have it soon because he might not be able to last long out there in his state would remain a secret.
Well...at least for now.
They'll find out...
Later...
MUCH later...
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I - Feverish Fighter
"Honto ni!? You came earlier than Li-kun!?" Sakura said, amazed.
"Hai! But that might mean he's not coming at all," Tomoyo pointed out, thoughtfully.
"Eh!? Ah...you're right..." Sakura's face fell. "Well, maybe he'll still come..."
"Maybe--" Tomoyo stopped short.
Syaoran entered the classroom, eyes hidden behind the auburn locks that messily displayed themselves, playing across his forehead, obscuring emotions. His head was bowed, face blank, and when he reached his seat behind Sakura, he wearily dropped his bag, fell into the seat, refused to look at who was around him, and kept his head down on his arms.
"Ohayo, Syaoran-kun," Sakura said, cautiously. Tomoyo echoed her.
Syaoran didn't reply.
"Daijobu desu ka?"
Syaoran graced her with a barely audible, "Ah. I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Ah."
"Demo..."
Syaoran raised his piercing auburn eyes to Sakura's concerned emerald ones, telling, pleading her to leave him alone. Sakura, though dense like she was, got the message, and she gave up trying to know what was obviously bothering Syaoran.
Throughout the day, this continued. Syaoran's usual attentiveness lacked by huge amounts, always and constantly buried in his own thoughts. He distanced himself from everyone more than usual, only talked when someone asked him a question. His energy seemed so limited, his face lacked expression, his discomfort was obvious, and had his head in his arms at every spare moment.
"Syaoran-kun, let's go and eat lunch," Sakura prodded, softly, gently tapping Syaoran's shoulder, whose face was once again buried in his arms, trying to keep his breathing neutral.
Syaoran raised his head at her touch. His gaze hardened, and his eyes shifted to escape her concerned gaze. "You go ahead."
"Eh!? WHY?"
"I don't feel like eating, that's all."
"But you'll eat lunch, won't you?"
"No. No appetite. Just go."
"But..."
He flashed her a brief glare, flicked his eyes away and avoided Sakura's eyes.
"Okay...join us if you want to, Syaoran-kun," Sakura said. She and Tomoyo left, casting worried faces towards him.
When the dismissal bell rang, he left without a word, eyes hidden beneath his brown locks again.
"I know something's wrong with him, Tomoyo-chan," Sakura said, as they walked through the school gates together.
"Yes, I do too."
"Did I do something...say something...to make him mad at me?"
"No. Symptoms say he has a fever," Tomoyo said, thoughtfully. "No energy, unfocused, silence on his part, and I can hear him struggling to remain awake out of the corner of my eye behind you."
"Really!?" Sakura said.
"Positive. I was disappointed. No Sakura-Syaoran moments for me to tape..." Tomoyo admitted, wistfully, looking sadly at her video camera.
Sakura sweatdropped.
"I suppose you'd want to visit him, ne?" Tomoyo said, hopefully. "Maybe I can tape you two together..." She let out a dreamy sigh and stars found places in her eyes.
"Tomoyo-chan..."
"Kawaii!!! Let's go!!!!" Tomoyo steered Sakura to the street that would lead to Syaoran's apartment.
* * * After much fussing and blushing * * *
Knock. Knock.
"Syaoran-kun!?"
"Syaoran!!"
"It's us!"
Syaoran...
Syaoran-kun...
He could hear voices...
Syaoran-kun..
Are you there...
Sakura...Tomoyo...
Syaoran raised his fever-flushed face from the couch, where he'd collapsed when he arrived earlier. His eyes were unfocused, his breathing shallow, and his limbs--every part of him--felt numb, icy.and yet hot, so hot, at the same time.
The moment he'd arrived from school, he'd blacked out on the couch, tired and exhausted from his efforts of staying awake while in school. His lids had felt heavy, his head light, and every limb in his body ached.
He dragged his two-tons-each legs to the door and lifted his hand to twist the knob open.
"Kinomoto...Daidouji..." he said, almost weakly. Then he forced more feeling. "Yo."
"Konnichiwa, Syaoran-kun," Sakura said, kindly. Tomoyo already had her videotape on, but she waved her free hand as a sign of hello.
Syaoran stumbled. Afraid of showing weakness, he recovered and tried to stay alert. "Gomen, but I...I've got something to do...busy...right now...I..."
He was cut short by a cool hand that brushed against his forehead. His auburn eyes widened slightly.
"Syaoran-kun!!!" Sakura's shriek echoed...reechoed...and reechoed...through his head. "We must get you to the hospital quick!!"
So it was HER hand...
"No!!" Syaoran cried out. "No hospitals. I can handle this."
"Demo, you're so hot and this might get worse if--" Sakura looked really alarmed.
Syaoran shook his head. Behind the feverish flush on his face, there was a bright pink blush from all the concern he was getting from...HER. "A few tablets will do. This is nothing."
"Syaoran..."
"No, Sakura."
"I...but...okay...but we'll take care of you for now."
"No....no need. Just come in."
Sakura and Tomoyo entered. Tomoyo had captured the whole scene, but she wasn't happy about Syaoran's fever. She wasn't a heartless person who only lived for S+S moments. Sakura, of course, was sick with tension.
"Sit," Syaoran said. He felt a strong urge to collapse and black out, but he resisted. He motioned towards the sofa with his hand. He didn't offer any drinks since that would require him to go to the kitchen.
"Since when did you come down with...with this?" Sakura asked, softly.
"With what?" Syaoran replied, although he already knew.
"Your fever."
"Well...last night."
"Why did you come to school?"
"This couldn't possibly be an acceptable excuse, could it!?"
"But--"
"Sakura...there's no need to--uhn!"
"Syaoran!?"
"Uhm...nothing, I...nothing."
"What is it!?"
"Nothing."
"Fainting spell." Tomoyo, camcorder still recording everything, spoke up.
"What was that, Tomoyo-chan?"
"Fainting spell. Sort of...a brief black-out."
"SYAORAN!!"
"Stop exaggerating--huh?" Syaoran raised his auburn eyes, motining to the girls to keep silent. "Do you sense it?" he asked Sakura.
"What? What!?" Sakura asked, panicky.
"Some captor."
"WHAT!?"
"A Clow Card. It's loose."
Sakura gasped. She instinctively clutched her key as she tried to feel the familiar magical aura that could only come from a Clow Card.. "I...I...I feel it!" she cried. "Let's g--" she stopped. She watched Syaoran as he grabbed his sword (AN: if it's true that the sword can change into ball and tassle form, then that's what Syaoran grabbed from the table) which was on the coffee table, wincing a little at the weight (AN: when it's already in sword form).
She bit her lip. "But let it wait, you have to rest, Syaoran-kun."
"No!" Syaoran protested, standing up from his position on the couch. He swayed unsteadily, but managed to stand, his hand tightening on his sword. "I'll go."
"What!? Syaoran-kun, you can't be serious!!!" Sakura hopped up, running to him and searching his face. "You'll get worse!! You can't!!"
"No. I'll go. You go too. I need you to seal it." Syaoran, without bothering to change into his battle robes, grabbed Sakura's hand. "Don't pity me. I'm fine," he said.
"Syaoran-kun..."
"Sakura, please..."
"I...okay..."
"But your costumes!!" Tomoyo protested.
"No time. I wanna catch it ASAP," Syaoran said. Of course, the fact that he just wanted to have it soon because he might not be able to last long out there in his state would remain a secret.
Well...at least for now.
They'll find out...
Later...
MUCH later...
* * * tbc