Blind Dates

By Tione

Disclaimer: What's it been, a year? Two? Well, I had most of this chapter written out and just collecting dust in my writing folder. I figured I'd spruce this chapter up a bit and post it. Then I could officially declare this discontinued. Now, I mostly write Yu Yu Hakusho and Naruto…

Koshii Hoshi wasn't exactly the smoothest thing to ride. All Syaoran could do was grip his fur tightly and hope that he didn't hurt the lion. After all, he didn't want to become lion food.

Image fragments blurred past him. He had just grasped them and then they were gone and another one replaced it. Suddenly, Koshii halted and Syaoran was thrown off and he landed on his bottom.

"Ouch!" He exclaimed. Without so much as a good-bye – not that lions could talk – Koshii disappeared. "Well, now what am I going to do?" he wondered aloud. He decided he would stay where he was and see if something would happen. So he waited. And waited.

Finally, a fair maiden came across him. He looked around him and realized that he wasn't surrounded by the white that completed the background before.

This particular maiden had long golden hair the color of ripened wheat that hung in curls around her face. She had big wide innocent blue eyes that worked very well for puppy dog eyes. Her skin was fair and creamy.

"Excuse me, sir! Could you please help me? My abusive boyfriend is after me. Please help me!" she exclaimed.

"O-Okay," he replied, albeit a tad shaky. Her next action was very surprising. She leaned in and kissed him. He tried to pull away, but surprisingly, she wasn't as frail as she looked. Finally she pulled away. She was no longer the beautiful maiden with the beautiful wheat colored hair and wide blue eyes, but a monster. Her face was twisted and gnarled, her nose crooked, implying it had been broken many times. Long gray hair lay in tangled masses and narrowed black eyes stared at him. "Fool!" she shouted at him. "Did you not know that you trust not one soul in the Dinchala Forest? Everyone knows that, for it is taught to them from the time they are small children who do not know better! "But you are a young man, perhaps a hero or prince of some sort. You should know better then to kiss Dinchala herself for what happens afterward is not as pleasant as a piece of chocolate pie!" Dinchala screeched.

"I know not of the things you speak. Would you please inform me before I slay you and continue on my endeavors?" Syaoran replied, and then looked at himself funny, noting the way he talked and how he had no control over it.

Dinchala looked quite miffed at his lack of fear, but she continued grandly, hoping the consequences would scare him. "You are my slave forever and ever, until I decide to rid myself of your soon to be rotting flesh!" This is when Dinchala gave a somewhat evil, but more odd than evil, laugh.

"DINCHALA! WHERE ARE YOU?" came an amazingly loud voice. Deciding that handing the old lunatic over to that voice would be good, Syaoran shouted back,

"Over yonder she resides! Come quick, please!" Again looking at himself funny, he concluded that he would just live with talking like that.

"Granna Dinchala, are you scaring the visitors again?" a low feminine chided gently.

"Wha? Who are you?" Dinchala muttered, confused.

"Yes, that's very nice. Now why don't you come with me and we'll give you some more of your medicine. Yes, that's good now," the unknown person said.

She wasn't beautiful, like Dinchala had been in her false form, but she wasn't ugly like the aforementioned real "beauty" had been.

With eyes of honey and hair the color of bark on a tree, and a small round face, she was rather… cute. Well, probably would have been if she hadn't have been wearing the sword around her waist and the two daggers in her sleeves.

As she started to drag "Granna Dinchala" away, she tossed over her shoulder, "Would you like to come? It'd be nice to have the company of someone sane."

Syaoran wordlessly followed.

"What would be your name, fairly fair maiden?" Syaoran asked, and then added, "Alas! I cannot help the way the words spew from my mouth! Please let me repent for the not so pleasant things that have come out of the hole in my face!"

"Certainly. You're forgiven. My name's Sakura. And yours would be?"

"Syaoran."

This story is discontinued. No more chapters, no more tidbits, nothing.

I'd like to thank everyone that reviewed! You guys are wonderful and I love you all. I'm the worst procrastinator I know but you still stuck by me. Now, I wonder if anyone remembers this story…