Ok, I know what's going to be happening.
Thank you Tainted Angel-ai for this idea.
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Chapter 10
Eriol downed another cup of coffee. Syaoran and Eriol were currently located in Eriol's mansion, trying to get the History project done. They had waited until the last minute almost, basically because Syaoran kept making excuses as to why he couldn't come over to do it. In the background, the TV was on, and they had the luck on catching a documentary on Egypt.
"I can't find any books that have a translation of the Egyptian Book of the Dead!" Syaoran growled with impatience. You see, you could have as many web pages as wanted/needed, but you had to have a minimum of two books as research. Considering that they had almost all the information of the web, and one book that was used to find the calculations used to build the pyramids, this was very annoying.
"Substitute another book for that, and get the information off of the internet," Eriol suggested.
"That's not possible! All of the books that we've gotten say the exact same thing!" Syaoran sounded like he was ready to start throwing things.
"Go to the library."
"The library is closed at this time if night!" Eriol looked up from the computer to the grandfather clock in the corner. Sure enough, it was nearly midnight, and the library closed at ten. He then looked at Syaoran. Syaoran looked exhausted. There were small rings under his eyes, and his hair was sticking up in more directions than usual because of the fact that he had run his hand through his hair so many times.
"You look like you're dead on your feet," Eriol observed.
"Like you look any better." It seemed as if the Little Wolf took teasing as an insult.
"You know, you're probably right," Eriol stated cheerfully. Syaoran looked exasperated.
~*A few half hours later*~
"Finished at last, thank the gods!" Syaoran looked as if he could dance on the table with happiness, that is, if his pride would still be intact afterwards.
"Yes, I concur. If I had to drink one more cup of coffee, I would've gone insane!" Eriol said. Syaoran suddenly looked around as if he had forgotten something.
"I knew everything was too quiet!" Syaoran exclaimed. Eriol looked at him questioningly.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, where have your guardians gone? Shouldn't they be around here somewhere, annoying the shit out of me?"
"Oh, no. I told them that we had something very important to do and to leave us alone."
"Oh." Suddenly the TV emitted a hurricane warning. Syaoran and Eriol looked at each other, blankly at first, then with a twisted form of surprise. There was suddenly a scramble to look for the remote.
"Found it!" Eriol announced happily. Syaoran was cursing, evidently he had hit his head on the underside of a table. Eriol flicked to the Weather Channel (A/N: What type of weather station do they have in Japan?).
"The National Hurricane Center (A/N: That's what it is in the US, what is it in Japan. Since I have no idea, I have decided to use the services and stations in accordance to the US names), has issued a hurricane warning. The hurricane is a very powerful one. It was created in an area of low pressure, apparently around 20in/60 cm. This has broken the record hurricane, which was during the year 1958." The man on the weather station continued to talk about some of the bigger hurricanes. Eriol and Syaoran were sitting there, both praying that it wouldn't hit Tomoeda.
"The bulk of this storm will hit Tomoeda." Oh well, so much for hoping.
Thank you Tainted Angel-ai for this idea.
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Chapter 10
Eriol downed another cup of coffee. Syaoran and Eriol were currently located in Eriol's mansion, trying to get the History project done. They had waited until the last minute almost, basically because Syaoran kept making excuses as to why he couldn't come over to do it. In the background, the TV was on, and they had the luck on catching a documentary on Egypt.
"I can't find any books that have a translation of the Egyptian Book of the Dead!" Syaoran growled with impatience. You see, you could have as many web pages as wanted/needed, but you had to have a minimum of two books as research. Considering that they had almost all the information of the web, and one book that was used to find the calculations used to build the pyramids, this was very annoying.
"Substitute another book for that, and get the information off of the internet," Eriol suggested.
"That's not possible! All of the books that we've gotten say the exact same thing!" Syaoran sounded like he was ready to start throwing things.
"Go to the library."
"The library is closed at this time if night!" Eriol looked up from the computer to the grandfather clock in the corner. Sure enough, it was nearly midnight, and the library closed at ten. He then looked at Syaoran. Syaoran looked exhausted. There were small rings under his eyes, and his hair was sticking up in more directions than usual because of the fact that he had run his hand through his hair so many times.
"You look like you're dead on your feet," Eriol observed.
"Like you look any better." It seemed as if the Little Wolf took teasing as an insult.
"You know, you're probably right," Eriol stated cheerfully. Syaoran looked exasperated.
~*A few half hours later*~
"Finished at last, thank the gods!" Syaoran looked as if he could dance on the table with happiness, that is, if his pride would still be intact afterwards.
"Yes, I concur. If I had to drink one more cup of coffee, I would've gone insane!" Eriol said. Syaoran suddenly looked around as if he had forgotten something.
"I knew everything was too quiet!" Syaoran exclaimed. Eriol looked at him questioningly.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, where have your guardians gone? Shouldn't they be around here somewhere, annoying the shit out of me?"
"Oh, no. I told them that we had something very important to do and to leave us alone."
"Oh." Suddenly the TV emitted a hurricane warning. Syaoran and Eriol looked at each other, blankly at first, then with a twisted form of surprise. There was suddenly a scramble to look for the remote.
"Found it!" Eriol announced happily. Syaoran was cursing, evidently he had hit his head on the underside of a table. Eriol flicked to the Weather Channel (A/N: What type of weather station do they have in Japan?).
"The National Hurricane Center (A/N: That's what it is in the US, what is it in Japan. Since I have no idea, I have decided to use the services and stations in accordance to the US names), has issued a hurricane warning. The hurricane is a very powerful one. It was created in an area of low pressure, apparently around 20in/60 cm. This has broken the record hurricane, which was during the year 1958." The man on the weather station continued to talk about some of the bigger hurricanes. Eriol and Syaoran were sitting there, both praying that it wouldn't hit Tomoeda.
"The bulk of this storm will hit Tomoeda." Oh well, so much for hoping.