Somewhere amidst nowhere I would find my answer. Of an unknown query, of a question never asked.
There is—a thousand riddles over you. The hardest part is to try to recall a memory you knew you remember, but didn't want to bear in mind.
Doesn't everybody out there understand? Some things are hard to comprehend but its clearly written in our hearts, but never given a chance to be understood.
This might be what they call madness. All tries to escape to be captured by it. But in heart we are all mad, all the things you tried to escape from would always haunt you down, unto the depths of your soul . . .
Under the Same Sky
By: ethereal-moonrain
Chapter 4: Lonely, lonely star . . .
Lone star where are you out tonight?
This feeling I'm trying to fight
It's dark and I think that I would give anything
For you to shine down on me
How far you are I just don't know
The distance I'm willing to go
I pick up a stone that I cast to the sky
Hoping for some kind of sign
The sun was way too hot that day, it seems clearer, much nearer than before. It should give light right? –To the slightly open wooden door.
It was music by paradise, carefully crafted by young gentle hands. You'd easily hear it from afar mingling with the sweet chorus of chirping birds.
She'll easily see, the two close figures standing in that vibrant room. So close together, she'll see how perfect the little girl playing the violin is. The way her sea green eyes smoothly reflecting the sun's light. And the boy sitting so calmly, unfocused amber eyes simply wanted to witness how the whole melody was created within thin fingers of little Sakura Kinomoto.
Because she'd spent hours watching them, never making her existence known to both of them. Afraid the melody would stop. She'll just be left with herself, clutching her own heart trying to mend some broken, irreplaceable pieces that was beginning to be burn into ashes.
"Tomoyo-san?" startled she turn around to face the boy who called her. "Sakura-chan is so good at playing the violin ne?" her amethyst eyes search for his amethyst ones behind thick glasses. She looked down at her feet and manages to smile a little, a sad smile. "Yeah"
maybe—
A little too perfect.
Too perfect to be torn down someday.
It could be a dream for all I know. All of these things in front of me, they could just be some trick, some illusion out of my fantasy. The appeared like small fragments of something inside me that I should know, but didn't know. Maybe something you knew that is real and yet, refuse to believe.
"They said that, in order for someone to remember their long forgotten past is to move on ahead and try to gather shards of it from there and hopefully, somehow they'll be able to recall it back." She held his hand, over pouring rain.
"Daidouji-san. . . I knew you from before, am I right?" his voice was hoarse a little bit unheard, but not as unheard as hers. "Probably—what do you think Syaoran?"
"I think I do" he replied and she nodded, inhaling hard as if oxygen is too minimal at that place. "Would you come with me?"
"To where?" he questioned almost defensively, removing his hand under hers and resided it in his side.
"To wherever she may be." She turned her back against him and started walking slowly towards the quite run-down school and he followed.
The hallways were quiet, and murky too deafening in fact. Her pale hands had made its way on one of the knob of the door. It was written there, 'The Music Room'.
"The music room? Why this place?" he asked nonchalantly looking around the black and white room. "Why you ask?" Tomoyo closes her eyes then open them again.
"Because at this place, on that day—was the beginning of my memories with you. . ."
"Why couldn't you just practice on your own?" the boy was scowling, his amber eyes unfocused trying to make the girl before him visible. "I get it, you're scared, aren't you? Silly girl then why don't you just practice at home?" he added tapping his foot on the music room's floor.
The girl bit her lips shyly looking up to the boy. "Well I--" she fidgeted with the hem of her dress trying to gain a gift of courage. "D-don't you get it?"
"Get what?"
"I want you to listen!" the little girl blurted out and notice the smirk placed on the boy's lips. "Stupid girl." She bit her lips again; her green eyes ready to pour out some tears.
"I could clearly hear you from my room." He added smiling, really smiling.
"I was--- always far from you. On a place were I could watch you." She fingered the knob of the wooden cabinet, opening it. It smelled old, like opening a box full of your childhood toys. She took out some sort of book and handed it to him. "It doesn't matter if you know I'm there" she softly whisper to her self.
Syaoran take it thoughtfully, bringing himself towards the window and notice the rain had suddenly stopped. He looked down on the book, in front says 'A fallen blossom'. Gingerly, he flipped the pages and see that it was a personalized music book.
The staff lines were hypnotizing, the notes almost singing on their own. He read the title of the piece 'Sakura Drops'. Blinking he notice some scribbles at the left of the title.
There was an old, sad story of a little girl and a blind wolf boy. Sadly it was forgotten, never to be sure that it could be told once more. There was a story about a boy and a blind flower--- He was supposed to look down at her grave when a pair of feet was shown. They gaze at one another, pondering if the person before them is an illusion or—if they are an illusion. Thus, they were lonely, lonely stars.
There was a story about a boy and a girl, who stands on different time, but always—under the same sky.
"Who wrote this?" he asked fingering the perfect cursive writing. "The music piece?" she inquired.
"No—the scribbles." He said watching as Tomoyo walked up to him holding an old brown tarnished violin. "Oh—judging from that handwriting, I'm sure it was Eriol. I always thought he was weird."
"Eriol?"
"Yeah, Eriol. Someone who had punch your face before." She stated not looking to him as she left the violin to his hands. "Forget that and try to play that piece." She added moving to sit next to the grand piano. Syaoran sat on the windowsill, the book on his lap, and the violin position on his shoulders.
It came so naturally, that it was a music heard by him, played by him countless of time. Its rhythm coincides with his beating heart. It was all having some sense; it was all coming back to him now. With just a simple music, it had awakened answers, giving birth to new questions. But he knows that these queries, these answers could only be told by music, by memories, there's no conversations needed, just this moment.
He wondered when did he hear this music. He wondered how many stories this walls had heard. He looked up to the sky, wondering how many stars does it hold.
He looked up to the sky, wondering how many times had he stare up to the heaven, hoping for some kind of sign. . .
Hoping they were standing, under the same sky . . .
But right now they were just-- lonely . . . lonely stars . . .
Author's Note: Gomen! Gomen! For not updating earlier! I hope somebody would still read my story…. Ahahaha. As slow as it may seem, this story is coming to its end, like I said before this would be just a short story…. I really hope you guys liked this chapter. I can't promise to update faster since we have exams next week. But I already have the next chapter done but I'll have to change some things (hehe been too long for me to remember all of my plans here)
One of the reasons why I haven't updated is
1.I'm busy
2.I'm lazy (joke, well partly joke)
3. I'm hooked on my new fic "tadaima" which is not CCS but NARUTO
4.I'm DEPRESSED yeah… it may not look like it to others but I am!
These are the people who reviewed the last chapter:
Cherix88: yeah great to know that people actually like my stories. Thank you for reviewing
Megume: aww! You're not stupid! C'mon it happens to me too! Haha well thanks for the wonderful comments.
Ria-tin: I watch Korean movies but I'm not a Korean I'm a filipina (although I have friends who says I don't look like one) . Well anyway I think I know what movie you are talking about but its not a Korean movie its Taiwanese movie the title is "Sky of love" the man there is Ken Zhu I forgot the name of the girl. But I haven't watched it yet me and my friends are suppose to watch that but something went wrong and we end up not watching –Glares at xiao-yu1—haha so the only thing I get from that movie is the radio phone thingy but the others are purely base on my imagination. But I heard though that the ending was depressive . . . however like I said I haven't watch it yet and I have a different storyline, a different ending too.
Restless-soul63: is it that confusing??? Anyway thanks for reviewing
Kinomoto Touya: RAR! WHADDYA MEAN SHE'S Not EVEN HUMAN???? Anyway since you said that I'm a good writer I forgive you! Tee-hee –walks towards trala-land--
Umi: So sorry if I didn't update "soon" waaaaah! But thanks for the comment!
Guilda; that's so nice of you. I hope you like this chapter
Xiao-yu1: hmm really na-cute-an ka dun??? Anyway try to bite my ass and I'll kill you! Wahahaha anyway cute ikaw??? Pwede ba! Magreview ka na lang ng magreview madami ka pang utang sa akin iha!
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CherryBlossomYingfa: Whew! Gomen! Gomen! For the late update! I hope you like this chapter!
Liitlepup: Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! REALLY! I'm so ashame of myself for not being able to update faster. Anyway you'll know soon if Sakura and Syaoran would be happy together.
Qleo-chan: Erm—sorry for not making it longer. I just feel like it becomes boring when I write longer than usual, anyway it depends on the mood of the story I usually rely on symbolic, moody type. Sorry for not being able to update faster I just hope you'll like this chapter although its short.
TO OTHER READERSI APOLOGIZE FOR NOT UPDATING FASTER! AND FOR HAVING IT SHORT! REALLY PLEASE UNDESTAND AND REVIEW!!! Make a poor ol' me happy!
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