Sing It!

Chapter Four: Fa

The beat of the music was driving her forward, her body moving in sync with it. Her heart pounded along side the tempo and her blood rushed with the smoothness of the arrangement. The notes hit her soul, driving her towards her magic.

She was familiar with this song. She wrote it after all. And through the melody and sound, she had wrapped her magic into it, weaving it into something unique.

However, as much as she wanted the song to take over her completely, other things were on her mind.

For example: Touya going to her concert- Sakura going to come- Syaoran will follow.

Yep, she's so stressed that she faltered on her next step. She struggled to right herself and placed her footing back onto the ground. This wasn't the first time she made a mistake on the dance moves today.

"No, no, no, no... NO!" the choreographer said, signalling a stop to the music.

"Sorry Kim," Meilin apologized half-heartedly and tiredly.

She was sweating, so were her dancers, and she was not only being physically tortured, but also mentally. Her tutor told her that she must concentrate harder on mathematics; therefore, pre-prepared math questions were slapped into her face with no warning what so ever.

"I don't want any more apologies, I want improvement! It's: step, step, step, turn and step again. Not: step, step, step, turn and TRIP!" Kim said, barely holding back her anger.

"I'm sorry, I have a lot on my mind," the pop star explained.

"Is your tutor giving you trouble?" Mike asked, concerned for her.

"No, not really. Just some personal stuff," she said.

"I don't give a damn if it's your monthly, get some pain killers and dance, dance, dance!" Kim said. She never had patience anyway.

Amelia stepped in right on time, "Maybe a bit of a rest?"

"Please," Meilin half-begged the choreographer.

Kim drew in a flustered breath before huffing out, "Fine! Take 10!"

Meilin sat down in her seat in a huff. Usually she loved to dance, but at the moment, rest was all she really, really desired.

"Alright, here's your schedule," Amelia said as she sat down beside her, unaware of her health. "You'll finish this up in 30 minutes, then you have a meeting with the stylist, Kasey, again about other outfits since the ones we picked out got fried in the fire, and then we'll have to discuss about some of the interviews you wish to participate in."

Amelia dragged on and on until Meilin began to feel a bit of a headache coming on. She sighed and rubbed her temples. Things were getting more and more hectic now a days, especially when the concerts so close. She only had five more days!

"You alright Miss Rae?" Amelia asked, suddenly noticing her pale complexion. "Are you getting sick?"

"No," Meilin tried to convince her friend.

"What am I saying?!" Amelia suddenly exclaimed. "You almost got trampled over by your millions of fans a month ago. You just survived a life-threatening situation and barely made it out alive! And here I am, loading work onto your feeble shoulders- no offence, I think your shoulders are really nice- and I'm not even considering how you feel."

"Thank you about the shoulder's comment, Amelia. But I really am fine," she replied.

"No," Amelia continued. "No. You are going back to your hotel room and rest!"

"But-"

"Now."

"You've got to be kidding!" Mike yelled at Amelia, Meilin in her room, door a bit ajar and their arguement flowing into her ears painfully. Yep, definetly a headache.

"Meilin's been through a lot throughout the week. Give her a break!"

"They won't be happy having the interview being cancelled," Mike tried to reason.

"You're being selfish."

There was a pause, Meilin hoped that that was the end of the "conversation".

"You're right, Amelia. I mean, how stupid can I be? Just yesterday I thought I had lost her. You know... she's like a sister to me..."

Meilin looked at the door, tears starting to sting. Was that what Mike really thought of her as? His sister...? It felt nice to have someone care for her like family.

When she heard the two others exit, she collasped onto her bed, her heart swelling with the emotion of family love. It was foreign to her...

"Hello," a voice interupted her thoughts.

She sat up and stared at him, recognizing his voice at once.

"Eriol..."

"Hello again, Meilin. Are you ready to come back?" he asked, round glass flashing in the sunlight and dark blue hair in its usual style. He was wearing his magical robes, staff held lightly in his hand and a soft, amused smile gracing his lips.

"Come back?" she inquired.

"Yes," he said. "Back to the Li's."

"Never," she spat and got up from her bed. She moved to the opposite side of the room from him and then onto the balcony. She looked out onto the streets, letting the wind rund through her hair.

"They are your family," Eriol said, eyes showing sadness. "Besides, they know of your new talents."

"Which one?" Meilin asked.

"Your magic one, though, your fame can also benefit them," he replied truthfully.

"... No," she whispered, face stricken. "They can not know already."

"I'm sorry Meilin... if you do not go to them, they will eventually get to you anyway."

"NO! I will never go back to them!" She stared at him accusingly. "And you can't make me!"

"No, I can't. But that still won't stop them."

"You can," she said, hoping. "You are the invincible Clow Reed. You can prevent them."

"I'm sorry, Meilin. I can not."

"I can't go back! It's horrible."

"I'm sure it's not that bad," he said, chuckling, hoping to lessen the tension.

"You do not know how it feels," she whispered, looking at the floor. "To have a mother that denies you, to have a father that never sees you. You don't know! You don't know how it feels to have your family shun you and regard you as dirt. Guests come and go and only tolerate me because I'm a Li. But no more! I am my own person now and no one can take me away from that. No one."

"You are hurting Syaoran."

She paused in her histerics and looked at him, eyes brimming with tears. How could she ever deny Syaoran? How can she ever think of hurting him? The one she loves even after all these years of redemption. How can everything feel so right in her world, be wrong? How can she ever be content when Syaoran was unhappy?

Eriol's eyes softened as he walked towards her, the dipping afternoon sun illuminating her soft, thick hair. Her red eyes wavering with tears that was suddenly realeased and was slidding down her cheeks. She looked so beautiful to him right now, far surpassing that of the Cardcaptor.

Meilin drew in a shaky breath, "Syaoran has Sakura to make him happy."

He lifted his left hand and gently whipped the tears off from her cheek. He smiled softly before settling his hand against her cheek, relishing in the feel of her skin against his.

"Syaoran does have Sakura to make him happy, but he needs you to feel complete," he said.

"You're lieing," she muttered, stepping back from him and breaking skin contact. "You're lieing!"

"Meilin," Eriol called as he watched her step closer to the edge of the balcony. "Meilin, don't do something stupid."

"Don't come near me!" she yelled and glared at him.

"Meilin don't!" he shouted as she tipped over the edge.

The air whipped around her stiff body as she fell, faintly hearing Eriol shouting in desperation. It screamed pass her ears as blood rushed to her feet. She then breathed in and sang softly, "Fa."

Without warning, the air rushed to curl around her, lifting her up in a mini and harmless tornado. She felt the air become slightly more solid around her and felt freedon unlike any other. She was not like Sakura- needing wings to fly. She had music, music that made her soul come alive, and in doing so, the air is a part of her now.

She moved around in mid-air until she was right side up again. She wiped her tears away and held back a giggle as she willed herself to slice through the open air. She flew up, pass windows, birds and eventually Eriol- who was still staring at her.

His head snapped back up, following her form as she flew higher. Such an untamable spirit. Surely, the Li's would fail in trying to capture it.

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