Lchan: Boh-ring... This chapter sucks. There's mush, though, if you want
mush. No action. A bit of humor I guess. The title's weird, I know.
There's absolutely NOTHING in this chapter, I warn ya! Absolutely en oh tee eych ay en ji! Get that? This chap goes to the fast-paced side. The 2nd part's a day after the fight (Monday). The last's a week after.
So anyway...I luv you. Though this part sucks, I'd still like some feedback. Thanks. The next chapter would have the reunion and maybe Syaoran's...ahem...never mind.
So anyways...I'll stop taking up your time now.
XIII-On the Way, Back Again
"Hello? Ms. Li?"
"Yes? Who's this?"
"Depends which side of me you want to know...good, normal or magical?"
"Normal."
"Ah...but am I normal?"
"Quit stalling, child. I want to know who this is and why you're calling. Now. I don't want any of your nonsense."
"Hush, it's only me, my fair mademoiselle... Hmm...is that a proper way to greet your elder?"
"You're joking. And a cruel joke at that. I won't stand for this. Please hold. I don't want to talk to you. I'll get my daughter. Perhaps SHE can tolerate your idiotic mysterious stalling."
Silence as the phone was plunked down. The caller smiled. A new voice broke over the line.
"Hello!! Who's this please?"
"Hello, Feimei. How do you do?"
"Fine, hi. Who're you? How come you know my name?"
"Hmm...what happens if I don't tell?"
"Eh!? Who's calling please? I'd like to know. In cases like this I usually slam the receiver down if the person keeps on stalling for more than fifteen seconds."
"Oh? But surely you wouldn't..."
"Yes, I would."
"Hoestly?"
"Hmph. Okay, that's it. In fifteen...fourteen...thirteen...twelve...eleven...ten...nine...eight..."
"Okay...I give up. It's Eriol. Hiiragizawa."
Crash!!!
Feimei's mouth dropped open, her feet collapsed from under her. She landed on the floor on both knees, totally shocked, her hand suddenly limp, dropping the cordless phone. It clattered noisily across the marble, sliding a few feet away from her. Her eyes stared at it in *horror*.
"Wh-wha...wha..."
Yelan walked to her daughter. "Feimei Li, what is the matter with you?" she reprimanded, quietly. She glanced towards the phone. "Who is it?"
"Mother!! It's...it's...it's...."
Yelan's eyes narrowed. "Who, Feimei? Is it a threat?"
"N-no...it's...it's..."
"Never mind, Feimei. Stand up." Yelan crossed the few feet that was between her and the phone, stooping down to encircle her hand around the shiny black gadget.
Feimei picked herself up and scurried over to her mother, grabbing at her sleeve. "Mom, it's--"
"Hush, darling." Yelan raised the cordless phone to her ear. "Who is this?" she barked.
"Eriol Hiiragizawa, ma'am."
Yelan's eyes widened. She gave a little gasp. Feimei's hands tightened on her sleeve. "C-Clow...Clow Reed!" she gasped out.
Eriol gave a laugh. "Yes, to some people. But to most...just Eriol."
"What...why...why did you call?" Yelan asked, jerking her sleeve from her daughter's fingers and pacing the room.
"My cute little descendant is ill, I'm afraid. Haven't you felt anything?" Eriol cocked his head in mild surprise. His midnight blue eyes glimmered beneath his glasses. They are gonna freak.
"Well...some things don't feel right, but...wait. What's wrong with my son!?" Yelan stopped pacing. Her face became a mask of alarm.
"Possibility of hypothermia, I suppose," Eriol smoothly replied. "A run-in with the Freeze Card. Daidouji says so, and that beautiful reincarnation of Juliet couldn't get a lie past me." Of course, there never was a real Juliet. It's a metaphorical expression.
Yelan didn't pay any attention to the last phrase. She only cared about the first. "What? Hypothermia!? We're going over there!" she cried.
"I'm in England."
"To Japan, then."
Eriol smiled, totally calm. "Best wishes. Send my cute little descendant my regards."
"Thank you, Clow Reed...er...Eriol..."
The mysterious young man chuckled. "Sure...you're welcome."
Yelan smiled.
Click.
Click.
* * *Tomoeda* * *
"Is his temperature rising already?" Tomoyo asked, entering the guest room with a tea tray in her hands. Her arm was bandaged from where the rapier caught her flesh, unconcealed by her sleeveless pink tee.
Sakura raised her head from Syaoran's fast-breathing figure on the bed at her arrival. "I think so...I think that fight yesterday contributed to the improvement..."
Tomoyo smiled. "I'm glad it did SOME good to HIM..." She cocked her head a little to the side, making her ebony tresses sway. "Let's wake him up. This hot tea'll help him recover some more heat."
"Eh!? D-demo..."
"Sakura-chan..." Tomoyo laid a pale hand on Sakura's shoulder. "He hasn't eaten anything since yesterday. That's not good for him, you know..."
"I...well...okay..."
Tomoyo smiled. She walked towards the other side of the bed and shook Syaoran's right shoulder gently. "Ne...Syaoran-kun..."
Sakura watched, tensely, as Tomoyo shook the Chinese boy's limp body...before her hand also went up to Syaoran's cold forehead. She moved the stray, messy brown locks from his eyes and bit her lip as he stirred beneath her touch.
"Syaoran-kun...onegai...wake up now..."
Tomoyo stopped shaking the collapsed Chinese fighter to suck in the sweetness of the scene. She fumbled for her camera, which she'd placed on the dresser before going downstairs. Her index pressed on the red-marked button as she traced the lense over the kawaii couple's close faces.
Syaoran's eyes fluttered open, slowly. He shifted them to look for Sakura, and found himself melting under her concerned emerald gaze. "What..."
Sakura shushed him with a soft smile. "Sshhh...everything's fine." She cocked her head a little. "It's been a while."
"How long?" he asked, flatly, suspiciously, curiously, disdainfully, and emotionlessly. Figure that out.
Sakura didn't answer. "Here. Tomoyo-chan made us tea. I know it's kind of early and all but it'll make you feel better..."
She inserted her hand between Syaoran's head and the pillow, his messy but soft chestnut locks sifting through her fingers. It felt good, she had to admit. She helped him up to a sitting position.
He shot her a brief, half-glare, causing her to remove contact from his body. He gave a small sigh, his eyes straying downwards to avoid hers. He leaned his back against the intricately carved headboard.
Sakura poured tea into three cups, serving them to Tomoyo and Syaoran on the kawaii little plates that go with them. Tomoyo smiled at her and expressed her thanks. Syaoran accepted with reluctance and hardly touched the tea for a long time.
Sakura sighed. Tomoyo taped. Syaoran stared down.
And they just sat in silence.
* * *Syaoran* * *
It's been a week. A whole week.
A week since I recovered from that cursed, pathetic condition from my recent run-in with the Freeze Card. A week since the last moment of Sakura's hand on my forehead. A week since I last stared into her gorgeous emerald eyes. A week since I last felt myself melting under her damn pretty gaze. A week since I got lost at Daidouji's house...
Don't laugh. It's true.
I woke up on a Monday. The Freeze-Card-thing happened last Saturday. The three-in-one attack happened Sunday. Today's a Sunday, too. But anyway...
They woke me up at around seven, I guess, to drink that tea (the one that provides, white-hot searing pain coursing through your throat after burning your tongue). I slept again.
Don't snicker, I'm confessing my pitiful side here!
I had to wake up sooner or later...so I got out of bed at around noon. Sakura and Daidouji went to school. Yeah, they left me to die. And how the hell was I supposed to know how to steer myself around that darned house's millions of halls? Just in case nobody noticed, that was my first time there!
Anyway, there you go. I won't explain further HOW I got out of that. That part's gonna be WAY too humiliating to live down. You form your own theories. No. Nothing hentai-ish happened.
So...it's been a week. A whole week.
And I'm here right now in the Aquarium, mooning over...things. Like those times when she, er, embraced--no--hugged me. How many times did she do that again? Once? Twice? Thrice? Four times?
I lost count. Anyway...
I'm staring at a teeny angelfish right now. Hmm. I bet if she were a fish, she'd be an angel fish. Yeah, THAT she. HER she. Hmm...Hershey's...chocolate. Yeah, she's as sweet as the sweetest chocolate. I love chocolates, in case you didn't know...which you probably do. So it matches. Sakura and chocolate, I mean.
No, I'm not blushing.
Okay, okay, I am, but so what?
Anyway, back to that angelfish...
It's a pretty fish, nothing spectacular, but a pretty fish. It's not Sakura's looks that made me fall for her... Yeah, yeah, she's pretty. Beautiful. Awesome. Okay, GORGEOUS. But...she's so...yeah...gorgeous--both inside and out. BOTH, get that? Inside AND out. And so.........that's why...
You see why she's so chocolaty for me now?
"SYAORAN-KUN!!!"
What the--? I whirled around. The angelfish swam away.
Sakura.
She looks too cute to describe today. She's wearing NORMAL clothes, by the way. But she makes those shorts, socks, shoes, and tee look like the best outfit ever put together. I'm not gonna go on describing what color, how short this and that is and blah blah blah, since I suck at that. Besides, it's her face that matters to me more than anything.
I couldn't smile, although I desperately want to. I'm out of training. Anyway, Daidouji's camera's making me feel conscious, so I really couldn't.
YES!!! Sakura's coming over here...yeah...on the spot where I'm standing on...to me.
"Syaoran-kun...hi!" she said, smiling.
I kept silent. I'm blushing, I think. Yeah, probably, 'cuz Daidouji's little smile says 'ohohoho...' meaning I AM blushing...so...I guess I am.
Darn it. I'm a coward. Too much of a coward.
She's smiling at me. Whoa. More blood's rushing to my cheeks. I can feel it. Darn cheeks. Oh, lookie, there goes Daidouji's look again. It says 'tell her, tell her!' in case you have no idea. And You probably know WHAT she wants me to tell.
Yeah. How chocolaty Sakura is.
I look at her face again, which is turned up to gaze at the huge aquarium of clear, glowing, azure water.
She looks so beautiful. So innocent. This is probably what Daidouji would call a 'perfect setting'. I mean...everything's got a 'romantic' feel to it.
But I can't. Every time I look at her, I become SO sure she'd reject me. That means fear. Yeah, fear. Got a problem with that?
I sigh.
I'm sorry.
I can't.
Oh, wait. Wait, wait, wait. My mouth is saying yes. Huh? Oh-ho. She's inviting me to a little snack at Daidouji's house. Oh, great. To THAT place again. Anyway...as long as I'm with her...
Ahh...hear her voice? It's music...
Anyway. No confessions for Daidouji's collection today.
Like I said. I can't.
Not right now.
It's too soon.
Maybe...
Maybe next time...
* * * tbc
Lchan: Hah! Not much of a chapter, ne? Hey, I still gotta study, 'know! Last day of exams tomorrow! There's science, filipino and values. Gotta study science. I don't have the pointers.
Anywayz...later people.
And...I won't ask for C and C again 'cuz you're gonna leave feedback whether you like it or not! Hee hee...okay. And, oh, can anybody please tell me what "lol" signifies or when you use it or what!? Please?
Ja!
There's absolutely NOTHING in this chapter, I warn ya! Absolutely en oh tee eych ay en ji! Get that? This chap goes to the fast-paced side. The 2nd part's a day after the fight (Monday). The last's a week after.
So anyway...I luv you. Though this part sucks, I'd still like some feedback. Thanks. The next chapter would have the reunion and maybe Syaoran's...ahem...never mind.
So anyways...I'll stop taking up your time now.
XIII-On the Way, Back Again
"Hello? Ms. Li?"
"Yes? Who's this?"
"Depends which side of me you want to know...good, normal or magical?"
"Normal."
"Ah...but am I normal?"
"Quit stalling, child. I want to know who this is and why you're calling. Now. I don't want any of your nonsense."
"Hush, it's only me, my fair mademoiselle... Hmm...is that a proper way to greet your elder?"
"You're joking. And a cruel joke at that. I won't stand for this. Please hold. I don't want to talk to you. I'll get my daughter. Perhaps SHE can tolerate your idiotic mysterious stalling."
Silence as the phone was plunked down. The caller smiled. A new voice broke over the line.
"Hello!! Who's this please?"
"Hello, Feimei. How do you do?"
"Fine, hi. Who're you? How come you know my name?"
"Hmm...what happens if I don't tell?"
"Eh!? Who's calling please? I'd like to know. In cases like this I usually slam the receiver down if the person keeps on stalling for more than fifteen seconds."
"Oh? But surely you wouldn't..."
"Yes, I would."
"Hoestly?"
"Hmph. Okay, that's it. In fifteen...fourteen...thirteen...twelve...eleven...ten...nine...eight..."
"Okay...I give up. It's Eriol. Hiiragizawa."
Crash!!!
Feimei's mouth dropped open, her feet collapsed from under her. She landed on the floor on both knees, totally shocked, her hand suddenly limp, dropping the cordless phone. It clattered noisily across the marble, sliding a few feet away from her. Her eyes stared at it in *horror*.
"Wh-wha...wha..."
Yelan walked to her daughter. "Feimei Li, what is the matter with you?" she reprimanded, quietly. She glanced towards the phone. "Who is it?"
"Mother!! It's...it's...it's...."
Yelan's eyes narrowed. "Who, Feimei? Is it a threat?"
"N-no...it's...it's..."
"Never mind, Feimei. Stand up." Yelan crossed the few feet that was between her and the phone, stooping down to encircle her hand around the shiny black gadget.
Feimei picked herself up and scurried over to her mother, grabbing at her sleeve. "Mom, it's--"
"Hush, darling." Yelan raised the cordless phone to her ear. "Who is this?" she barked.
"Eriol Hiiragizawa, ma'am."
Yelan's eyes widened. She gave a little gasp. Feimei's hands tightened on her sleeve. "C-Clow...Clow Reed!" she gasped out.
Eriol gave a laugh. "Yes, to some people. But to most...just Eriol."
"What...why...why did you call?" Yelan asked, jerking her sleeve from her daughter's fingers and pacing the room.
"My cute little descendant is ill, I'm afraid. Haven't you felt anything?" Eriol cocked his head in mild surprise. His midnight blue eyes glimmered beneath his glasses. They are gonna freak.
"Well...some things don't feel right, but...wait. What's wrong with my son!?" Yelan stopped pacing. Her face became a mask of alarm.
"Possibility of hypothermia, I suppose," Eriol smoothly replied. "A run-in with the Freeze Card. Daidouji says so, and that beautiful reincarnation of Juliet couldn't get a lie past me." Of course, there never was a real Juliet. It's a metaphorical expression.
Yelan didn't pay any attention to the last phrase. She only cared about the first. "What? Hypothermia!? We're going over there!" she cried.
"I'm in England."
"To Japan, then."
Eriol smiled, totally calm. "Best wishes. Send my cute little descendant my regards."
"Thank you, Clow Reed...er...Eriol..."
The mysterious young man chuckled. "Sure...you're welcome."
Yelan smiled.
Click.
Click.
* * *Tomoeda* * *
"Is his temperature rising already?" Tomoyo asked, entering the guest room with a tea tray in her hands. Her arm was bandaged from where the rapier caught her flesh, unconcealed by her sleeveless pink tee.
Sakura raised her head from Syaoran's fast-breathing figure on the bed at her arrival. "I think so...I think that fight yesterday contributed to the improvement..."
Tomoyo smiled. "I'm glad it did SOME good to HIM..." She cocked her head a little to the side, making her ebony tresses sway. "Let's wake him up. This hot tea'll help him recover some more heat."
"Eh!? D-demo..."
"Sakura-chan..." Tomoyo laid a pale hand on Sakura's shoulder. "He hasn't eaten anything since yesterday. That's not good for him, you know..."
"I...well...okay..."
Tomoyo smiled. She walked towards the other side of the bed and shook Syaoran's right shoulder gently. "Ne...Syaoran-kun..."
Sakura watched, tensely, as Tomoyo shook the Chinese boy's limp body...before her hand also went up to Syaoran's cold forehead. She moved the stray, messy brown locks from his eyes and bit her lip as he stirred beneath her touch.
"Syaoran-kun...onegai...wake up now..."
Tomoyo stopped shaking the collapsed Chinese fighter to suck in the sweetness of the scene. She fumbled for her camera, which she'd placed on the dresser before going downstairs. Her index pressed on the red-marked button as she traced the lense over the kawaii couple's close faces.
Syaoran's eyes fluttered open, slowly. He shifted them to look for Sakura, and found himself melting under her concerned emerald gaze. "What..."
Sakura shushed him with a soft smile. "Sshhh...everything's fine." She cocked her head a little. "It's been a while."
"How long?" he asked, flatly, suspiciously, curiously, disdainfully, and emotionlessly. Figure that out.
Sakura didn't answer. "Here. Tomoyo-chan made us tea. I know it's kind of early and all but it'll make you feel better..."
She inserted her hand between Syaoran's head and the pillow, his messy but soft chestnut locks sifting through her fingers. It felt good, she had to admit. She helped him up to a sitting position.
He shot her a brief, half-glare, causing her to remove contact from his body. He gave a small sigh, his eyes straying downwards to avoid hers. He leaned his back against the intricately carved headboard.
Sakura poured tea into three cups, serving them to Tomoyo and Syaoran on the kawaii little plates that go with them. Tomoyo smiled at her and expressed her thanks. Syaoran accepted with reluctance and hardly touched the tea for a long time.
Sakura sighed. Tomoyo taped. Syaoran stared down.
And they just sat in silence.
* * *Syaoran* * *
It's been a week. A whole week.
A week since I recovered from that cursed, pathetic condition from my recent run-in with the Freeze Card. A week since the last moment of Sakura's hand on my forehead. A week since I last stared into her gorgeous emerald eyes. A week since I last felt myself melting under her damn pretty gaze. A week since I got lost at Daidouji's house...
Don't laugh. It's true.
I woke up on a Monday. The Freeze-Card-thing happened last Saturday. The three-in-one attack happened Sunday. Today's a Sunday, too. But anyway...
They woke me up at around seven, I guess, to drink that tea (the one that provides, white-hot searing pain coursing through your throat after burning your tongue). I slept again.
Don't snicker, I'm confessing my pitiful side here!
I had to wake up sooner or later...so I got out of bed at around noon. Sakura and Daidouji went to school. Yeah, they left me to die. And how the hell was I supposed to know how to steer myself around that darned house's millions of halls? Just in case nobody noticed, that was my first time there!
Anyway, there you go. I won't explain further HOW I got out of that. That part's gonna be WAY too humiliating to live down. You form your own theories. No. Nothing hentai-ish happened.
So...it's been a week. A whole week.
And I'm here right now in the Aquarium, mooning over...things. Like those times when she, er, embraced--no--hugged me. How many times did she do that again? Once? Twice? Thrice? Four times?
I lost count. Anyway...
I'm staring at a teeny angelfish right now. Hmm. I bet if she were a fish, she'd be an angel fish. Yeah, THAT she. HER she. Hmm...Hershey's...chocolate. Yeah, she's as sweet as the sweetest chocolate. I love chocolates, in case you didn't know...which you probably do. So it matches. Sakura and chocolate, I mean.
No, I'm not blushing.
Okay, okay, I am, but so what?
Anyway, back to that angelfish...
It's a pretty fish, nothing spectacular, but a pretty fish. It's not Sakura's looks that made me fall for her... Yeah, yeah, she's pretty. Beautiful. Awesome. Okay, GORGEOUS. But...she's so...yeah...gorgeous--both inside and out. BOTH, get that? Inside AND out. And so.........that's why...
You see why she's so chocolaty for me now?
"SYAORAN-KUN!!!"
What the--? I whirled around. The angelfish swam away.
Sakura.
She looks too cute to describe today. She's wearing NORMAL clothes, by the way. But she makes those shorts, socks, shoes, and tee look like the best outfit ever put together. I'm not gonna go on describing what color, how short this and that is and blah blah blah, since I suck at that. Besides, it's her face that matters to me more than anything.
I couldn't smile, although I desperately want to. I'm out of training. Anyway, Daidouji's camera's making me feel conscious, so I really couldn't.
YES!!! Sakura's coming over here...yeah...on the spot where I'm standing on...to me.
"Syaoran-kun...hi!" she said, smiling.
I kept silent. I'm blushing, I think. Yeah, probably, 'cuz Daidouji's little smile says 'ohohoho...' meaning I AM blushing...so...I guess I am.
Darn it. I'm a coward. Too much of a coward.
She's smiling at me. Whoa. More blood's rushing to my cheeks. I can feel it. Darn cheeks. Oh, lookie, there goes Daidouji's look again. It says 'tell her, tell her!' in case you have no idea. And You probably know WHAT she wants me to tell.
Yeah. How chocolaty Sakura is.
I look at her face again, which is turned up to gaze at the huge aquarium of clear, glowing, azure water.
She looks so beautiful. So innocent. This is probably what Daidouji would call a 'perfect setting'. I mean...everything's got a 'romantic' feel to it.
But I can't. Every time I look at her, I become SO sure she'd reject me. That means fear. Yeah, fear. Got a problem with that?
I sigh.
I'm sorry.
I can't.
Oh, wait. Wait, wait, wait. My mouth is saying yes. Huh? Oh-ho. She's inviting me to a little snack at Daidouji's house. Oh, great. To THAT place again. Anyway...as long as I'm with her...
Ahh...hear her voice? It's music...
Anyway. No confessions for Daidouji's collection today.
Like I said. I can't.
Not right now.
It's too soon.
Maybe...
Maybe next time...
* * * tbc
Lchan: Hah! Not much of a chapter, ne? Hey, I still gotta study, 'know! Last day of exams tomorrow! There's science, filipino and values. Gotta study science. I don't have the pointers.
Anywayz...later people.
And...I won't ask for C and C again 'cuz you're gonna leave feedback whether you like it or not! Hee hee...okay. And, oh, can anybody please tell me what "lol" signifies or when you use it or what!? Please?
Ja!