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Answers to your questions:
Lotus Dreams: Well, like I mentioned, he lives in a mansion and he's looking down at the rain dancer from the balcony of the 3rd floor so technically she can't see him. After all, she's basically fascinated by the rain and would not notice someone looking out at her from a balcony so far away. Even Syaoran needed to get a pair of binoculars to get a good look. As to why Syaoran doesn't believe there is a rain dancer? It's not the fact that not many people dances in the rain but more of the fact that the scene was so surreal, like you said.
sweet-little-girl: How will Syaoran find her with one single clue? Well, I never did say he'd find her, right? –smirks- Anyways, he needs a lot of luck and patience.
Flaming Soul: I'm sure dear Syaoran recognizes the blue-eyed guy but he's just... how should I put this? Freak out, yeah, that's it.
Beneath the Rain
By: xbroken.wings
Chapter Four- The Reunion Part 1
'Who the hell?!' Meilings mind screamed. Bringing her head up to look at who it was that collided against her she saw a pair of sea blue eyes staring back at her. 'Is he studying me? How dare he!' Meiling angrily thought glaring at the person. While glaring she began to notice his features and found them oddly familiar. 'Could it be 'him'?' she wondered before angrily adding after noticing the smirk that etched itself onto the face of the man with sea blue eyes, 'what's with that smirk? How dare he!' "Hello Meiling," she heard coming out of the oddly familiar stranger's lips. Snapping out of her thoughts she quickly pushed the man away and yelled, "Who the hell are you!?"
'Well, if it isn't Meiling,' thought the man with sea blue eyes looking down at a pair of ruby red eyes, carefully studying her. 'Whoa! Her fiery temper hasn't changed one bit. Although, she has bloomed into a young lady and a lovely one at that.' He concluded with an obvious smirk etching itself onto his face seeing the glare he was getting from the one known as Meiling. "Hello Meiling," he greeted calmly, the smirk still plastered on that fine face of his. The rest was like a slow motion movie. He could see Meiling stretch out her arms to push him; yet, he was not quick enough to react. Thus, causing him to stumble back then wince hearing Meiling yell, or rather, ask very loudly, "Who the hell are you!?"
In one of the dark and very large living rooms in his mansion, Syaoran Li sat, bored, looking at the television. Yet, not watching it. It was as though he was dead. He just sat there, staring at the television set. Though, he was staring and yes, looking at it, he did not absorb anything that was going on. Looking, yet not watching, hearing, yet not listening. In his little world of peace and quiet he stayed and continued to stare. That is, until, a booming thud came from the second floor soon followed by a deafening screech. Attempting to block out the rest of the sound he covered his ears before, in frustration, roaring out for his most loyal servant/butler, "Wei!"
Hearing the thud and screech Wei quickly abandoned what was in his hands and ran towards the living room that his master is currently in knowing that his master would want an explanation for the commotion. Reaching the door to the room his master was currently present in Wei sighed in frustration hearing the horrible roar coming from inside the room. Opening the door Wei stepped in and coughed making his presence known.
"Wei, what's with all the noise and commotion?" Syaoran demanded quickly, obviously annoyed.
"Your eldest sister, Fuutie, decided to come visit you and she arrived this morning soon after you left. I believe the commotion is of her doing," spoke Wei, carefully choosing his words.
True to his word, Fuutie had arrived soon after his departure, very soon. In fact, the cab she was in pulled up just as Wei informed Syaoran of the rain last night. However, being the curious and sly person she came to be, result of knowing Eriol, she stayed in the cab and watched as Syaoran conversed with Wei and ran to the pink umbrella before leaving.
Absorbing all the information Li nodded before barking another question, "Why didn't you tell me earlier at dinner?"
Once again, Wei chose his words carefully and replied truthfully, "I haven't seen you from the time you left till now and I had things to do."
Though he did not show it Li knew Wei was hiding something even though what he said was true. Knowing that pressing further would not get him anywhere he dismissed Wei with a wave of his hand after asking where in the mansion Fuutie is right now only to receive a shrug for an answer. Leaving it at that Li left the dark living room walking in one direction soon followed by Wei leaving yet, walking in another direction.
Regaining his balance after his ears stopped ringing from Meiling's loud yell, the sea blue eyed man held his hands up in the air as though he was under arrest.
"Meiling, it's me!" he cried hoping she would recognize him. It has been five years since they last saw each other, but he personally did not think that he has changed that much.
"You? You, who? Do I know you?" Meiling questioned the man, very confused. This man looks familiar but she just can't seem to place a finger on whom he was. Maybe, just maybe, she did know him.
"Gosh! Don't you remember me?" he pleaded, tired of having people shove 'I don't know you' in his face.
'He does look familiar,' Meiling silently thought. "So, I do know you?" Meiling questioned again, this time with a softer tone.
Seeing her relax the sea blue eyed man dropped his hands by his sides and tried a different approach, bringing out things between them, "You can't possibly have forgotten me already, have you? First my cute cousin claimed not to know me and now you too, Mei-mei?"
Hearing that nickname her eyes widened twice in size realizing whom it was standing in front of her. Only one person called her that. "Eriol!" she squealed pouncing on the man identified as her twenty year old blue eyed cousin, Eriol Hiragizawa. In the process of knocking the poor man down she flung her arms around his neck bouncing up and down joyfully not loosening her grip on the poor man's neck.
"Meiling, get off, can't breathe," an oxygen lacking Eriol managed to squeak out.
"Whoops!" Meiling childishly giggled realizing she was sitting on the stomach of her poor cousin, who was now lying on the floor, while her arms were cutting off his oxygen supply. Not to mention, bouncing up and down on his tummy, resulting in knocking the air of out him, did not help. Quickly yet carefully, Meiling got off her cousin, laughing nervously as she scratched the back of her head.
Letting out a sigh of relief Eriol got up dusting his navy blue jeans. "So," Eriol began before looking Meiling over and questioning, "Where are you headed off to at this time of the night dressed like that?"
"Oh shit!" Meiling screamed, frustrated, remembering she was supposed to meet someone. Slamming her door shut and locking it she dragged a dazed Eriol to the elevator and out of the apartment into the cool night air in what seemed to be a millisecond.
Luckily for Syaoran, the commotion did not seize enabling him to follow the loud noises to the source. After climbing two flights of stairs and making a lot of turns he found the room where the noise was coming room.
"Fuutie, Fuutie! Open up, I know you're in there!" Syaoran commanded harshly banging on the door. Backing up a little from the door he waited for it to open any second now. One minute passed after another until five minutes passed and an irritated Syaoran turned into an irritated and impatient Syaoran. Backing up a little more he got ready to knock the door down when the door was flung open and a blur of white, brown, and red hurried past him knocking him to the floor.
Dazed he blinked once, twice, and then thrice. "Fuutie?" he quietly asked to no one in particular. Getting up from the floor he went into the guestroom and was utterly shocked by the scene. "What is the meaning of this...?" he muttered before passing out cold.
Knowing that Ms. Fuutie has already left Wei headed towards the guestroom to check out the source of the thud he heard just seconds ago. Letting out a quiet gasp he ran towards the lump lying on the floor only to find it was his master, Syaoran Li. Scrunching his brows together he looked around him trying to find the source that caused his master to pass out. Scanning his surrounding his eyes lay on the slightly ajar door.
Slowly he walked towards the door holding his breath knowing that whatever lay inside must be indeed horrifying for his very own master, the one they called cold and ruthless, to be lying in a heap on the blood red carpeted floor right now. With each step he took his calm face slowly etched into one of fear. Swinging the door wide open his eyes widened in shock taking in the scene before him.
Pants, dresses, shirts, coats, boots, socks, and many other things all lay in messy piles over the room. The maroon –coloured bed sheets, bed covers, and pillows were all over the place. Emerald carpets were tainted with coffee stains and other unrecognizable blotches. Yet, that was not the worst of it all. What made the cold and ruthless Syaoran Li pass out was none other than what lay in the midst of the mess.
Taking in a deep breath Wei soon joined his master on the floor, both out cold.
To be continued...
A/N: I'm extremely sorry for the very long wait but I was in a lack of writing mood. I know where this chapter will go but I just can't concentrate long enough to write it out. This is the part one of the actual chapter because I didn't want to make you guys wait so I hope the part one will do for now. Also, the poll was a total failure. T.T Around seven people gave an actual vote. A and B are tied. No real results. I will give till the next update to see which updating decision I'll use. Thanks. Keep reading. Oh! By the way, though this may sound false, reviewing does help me get off my lazy ass and typing.
