Chapter 3 - Lies and Truth
-----Sakura-----
It is really strange. I walked towards him, reaching out to...invade his thoughts. Sort of. Then, I felt my "virtual" self crash into a something. I stood in front of it, and scratched my head. It must be it. He had blocked me. I did not try to get past the barrier between him and me. I left his head. Suck.
-----Syaoran-----
It is already noon. Sakura and I...we had decided to go for lunch and the exquisite café at the edge of the town. Now she sits in front of me, her chin cupped in her hands. Her hair flowed...I'm mesmerised.
"What do you want to eat? I'll treat you..." I said, shyly. This is the first time I'm out alone with a girl.
"Hm? Can you pass the menu over?" I took the menu and passed it to her. She looked at it, her eyes narrowed. I wondered what she is thinking now. Are those the girly thoughts of "Is this too fattening? Will it make my breath smell?"? I wondered. Then, at the moment, I am, suddenly, aware of that creepy, spine-tingling feeling. She looked up into my eyes, and said, suddenly.
"I'm not that kind of girl okay."
"No. I didn't... Hang on...how'd you..." I stammered, and saw her eyes turning huge, fear and uncertainty in them.
"Alright. I'll tell you later. But, are you eating? I'm not hungry..." she said. I gulped. Was it me that made her lose her appetite? I do not know.
"Well, I'm not. Let's go."
We walked out the café, silent. She walked and I followed. She took one winding path. I wondered where is she going. But I kept quiet, and walked. Into the forest, up and down some winding tracks...and she stopped. I looked around. We're in the middle of a clearing. She took a deep breath.
"Well. If you can feel me, you are one of my kind." I looked at her, surprised.
"What do you mean?"
"Tell me. Did you feel like...Something is invading your thoughts?" She said, her voice as soft as a whisper. I nodded mutely. "Why? Why do you not know anything about your...your..powers? They are strong. And yet, much of your potential is hidden. What is it? Tell me about your past...your family's past."
"What? There isn't much to say. There are many, many accidents....broken bones... Why? What has that....got to do with....with...with...powers?" I asked.
"I think your family is cursed."
Cursed. The word reverberated in my head. Cursed? How can it be? I looked at her.
"You're mad." I said softly.
"I knew you'd say that. I've been called mad. Not once, not twice. But many, uncountable times. Why did I move here? It's because the people from my old town had thought that I...my family... are jinxes. Say all you want. I'm leaving." She turned and started walking away.
"Wait! I..." She turned and looked at me. "I don't know how to get back..." I said sheepishly. She shook her head exasperatedly.
------1 month later-----
After that encounter, I had avoided her. Although she sat beside me, I ignored her. I can feel that she is somewhat affected by what I said. Today, we are sitting through Ms Brenna's lesson again. We're currently doing algebra. Some stinking subject that I'm already...expert on...Or was I? My confidence had somehow disappeared ever since that encounter with her. What has happened? Cursed? I don't believe it. Somehow, I had always thought I'm the luckiest kid in town. But after that encounter with her, my perception of things had changed. What was good then, was but of mediocre standard right now. What that was beautiful is but normal now. What I had enjoyed then was but some stupid thing I had done so many times that the exciting part about it was gone.
School ended as suddenly as it had started. I trudged home, feeling down, down and down. Somehow, after that encounter, I feel that I can never be happy again. Curse. The word haunted me every day, every night. I feel sick.
"What a freaking cretin of an idiot, Sakura. What curse? There isn't such a thing on Earth. No. No. NO!!!" I screamed, kicking the dirt under my feet. They scattered and flew all about the place.
"There is such a thing as a curse. If you aren't aware of it, it won't affect you. But it's powess will grow. The later you discover it, the more powerful it will be. You should be thanking me instead of calling me a cretin." A soft voice with a dangerous edge said. I whirled around.
"You! You...you...AHH!!!" I screamed, I'm so angry. I want to whack the hell out her. I don't care if she is a beauty queen or Beezlebub from hell. I just want to destroy. I...Suddenly I stopped. The anger disappeared. She stood there, the wind blowing hard at her hair, defenseless.
"Why are you so angry with me? We could get rid of the curse together. But, hey, look at you? Losing your temper like some three-year-old kid." Sakura said, her mouth set in a straight line. "Think about it." She said and left.
I'm starting to hate myself. And her...too. How can she be so calm and collected when I just want to bash the hell out of her. But do I want to now? No. What had happened? What is the curse? What is...what is... The questions chased themselves round and round my head as I trudged home, my legs heavy.
-----Sakura-----
He is such a stinking cretin. I hate his stupidity. I hate his...naïveté... I hate it. How can he lose his temper when he should be thinking of ways to rid him and his family of the curse? I'm feeling so sick. He had wanted to lash out at me. I feel it in him, in my bones. But he hadn't. Why? I do not know, and I don't care. If he doesn't come to his senses soon, I'll wash my hands of him, and not care. Anymore. Maybe we'll move away.I couldn't be bothered anymore.
-----Sakura-----
It is really strange. I walked towards him, reaching out to...invade his thoughts. Sort of. Then, I felt my "virtual" self crash into a something. I stood in front of it, and scratched my head. It must be it. He had blocked me. I did not try to get past the barrier between him and me. I left his head. Suck.
-----Syaoran-----
It is already noon. Sakura and I...we had decided to go for lunch and the exquisite café at the edge of the town. Now she sits in front of me, her chin cupped in her hands. Her hair flowed...I'm mesmerised.
"What do you want to eat? I'll treat you..." I said, shyly. This is the first time I'm out alone with a girl.
"Hm? Can you pass the menu over?" I took the menu and passed it to her. She looked at it, her eyes narrowed. I wondered what she is thinking now. Are those the girly thoughts of "Is this too fattening? Will it make my breath smell?"? I wondered. Then, at the moment, I am, suddenly, aware of that creepy, spine-tingling feeling. She looked up into my eyes, and said, suddenly.
"I'm not that kind of girl okay."
"No. I didn't... Hang on...how'd you..." I stammered, and saw her eyes turning huge, fear and uncertainty in them.
"Alright. I'll tell you later. But, are you eating? I'm not hungry..." she said. I gulped. Was it me that made her lose her appetite? I do not know.
"Well, I'm not. Let's go."
We walked out the café, silent. She walked and I followed. She took one winding path. I wondered where is she going. But I kept quiet, and walked. Into the forest, up and down some winding tracks...and she stopped. I looked around. We're in the middle of a clearing. She took a deep breath.
"Well. If you can feel me, you are one of my kind." I looked at her, surprised.
"What do you mean?"
"Tell me. Did you feel like...Something is invading your thoughts?" She said, her voice as soft as a whisper. I nodded mutely. "Why? Why do you not know anything about your...your..powers? They are strong. And yet, much of your potential is hidden. What is it? Tell me about your past...your family's past."
"What? There isn't much to say. There are many, many accidents....broken bones... Why? What has that....got to do with....with...with...powers?" I asked.
"I think your family is cursed."
Cursed. The word reverberated in my head. Cursed? How can it be? I looked at her.
"You're mad." I said softly.
"I knew you'd say that. I've been called mad. Not once, not twice. But many, uncountable times. Why did I move here? It's because the people from my old town had thought that I...my family... are jinxes. Say all you want. I'm leaving." She turned and started walking away.
"Wait! I..." She turned and looked at me. "I don't know how to get back..." I said sheepishly. She shook her head exasperatedly.
------1 month later-----
After that encounter, I had avoided her. Although she sat beside me, I ignored her. I can feel that she is somewhat affected by what I said. Today, we are sitting through Ms Brenna's lesson again. We're currently doing algebra. Some stinking subject that I'm already...expert on...Or was I? My confidence had somehow disappeared ever since that encounter with her. What has happened? Cursed? I don't believe it. Somehow, I had always thought I'm the luckiest kid in town. But after that encounter with her, my perception of things had changed. What was good then, was but of mediocre standard right now. What that was beautiful is but normal now. What I had enjoyed then was but some stupid thing I had done so many times that the exciting part about it was gone.
School ended as suddenly as it had started. I trudged home, feeling down, down and down. Somehow, after that encounter, I feel that I can never be happy again. Curse. The word haunted me every day, every night. I feel sick.
"What a freaking cretin of an idiot, Sakura. What curse? There isn't such a thing on Earth. No. No. NO!!!" I screamed, kicking the dirt under my feet. They scattered and flew all about the place.
"There is such a thing as a curse. If you aren't aware of it, it won't affect you. But it's powess will grow. The later you discover it, the more powerful it will be. You should be thanking me instead of calling me a cretin." A soft voice with a dangerous edge said. I whirled around.
"You! You...you...AHH!!!" I screamed, I'm so angry. I want to whack the hell out her. I don't care if she is a beauty queen or Beezlebub from hell. I just want to destroy. I...Suddenly I stopped. The anger disappeared. She stood there, the wind blowing hard at her hair, defenseless.
"Why are you so angry with me? We could get rid of the curse together. But, hey, look at you? Losing your temper like some three-year-old kid." Sakura said, her mouth set in a straight line. "Think about it." She said and left.
I'm starting to hate myself. And her...too. How can she be so calm and collected when I just want to bash the hell out of her. But do I want to now? No. What had happened? What is the curse? What is...what is... The questions chased themselves round and round my head as I trudged home, my legs heavy.
-----Sakura-----
He is such a stinking cretin. I hate his stupidity. I hate his...naïveté... I hate it. How can he lose his temper when he should be thinking of ways to rid him and his family of the curse? I'm feeling so sick. He had wanted to lash out at me. I feel it in him, in my bones. But he hadn't. Why? I do not know, and I don't care. If he doesn't come to his senses soon, I'll wash my hands of him, and not care. Anymore. Maybe we'll move away.I couldn't be bothered anymore.