The Forgotten One

By: Crimsonnekoladyinu

Recap: With a wave of his hand, the hole closed up with a shoop! The ground was just as it had been, not a brick out of place, not a rock unmoved. He turned around, ready to head back, but suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.

There was still one more…and he felt its energy coming from the way the little girl had ran!

Suddenly a scream broke the glass that was the quiet of the night and Clow snapped around and looked down the dark alley. Without another thought, he ran into the shadows, hoping with all his heart that scream wasn't what he thought it was.

(A.N./ -sigh- I suppose since there's only one chapter to this story nobody wants to read it. I guess I will just have to put in a couple more before anybody will actually check it out. XP I had to change a few things from what I had said in the summary by the way. The girl who was turned into a guardian can NOT age to her desires. You will find out what happens as you read on!)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CCS characters, only the one I made up myself. (Yes I have decided it will only be one. By the way, she is in no way like me. Some authors like to make themselves the OCs ((I did that in an Inuyasha fanfic I was writing...))but this OC of mine is someone I thought would just be great in a CCS movie or something. And in fact, if you read it carefully, and think on it, you will realize that my OC is actually supposed to look like another CCS character. –nudgenudge winkwink- XD Thank you for your time! Now on with the story!)

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-Default Chapter- Part 2

Darkness. That was what Clow Reed saw before him. Why was it that this alley was so dark? Usually there was at least a lamp or two in one, how he knew that you would probably not want to know. His heart was thumping like an insane Jack Rabbit running from a ravenous Jaguar, and there was an odd feeling in him, a fear which made him feel exactly like such an animal. (The Jack Rabbit that is. XD)

He turned a corner sharply and his side ran right into a protruding pipe of some kind. He winced slightly but kept running as though he had gone right through the obstacle. Why was he so worried about that little girl and her family? Why should he care at all if a few people died? It happened everyday after all and right in front of him at times. Never before had he felt so much at once. Fear at losing that sweet little girl to the cold depths of the next world, and anger, swelling anger directed towards that one demon…and at himself. How could he have been so stupid as to let that one get away! It was only one demon, he had thought, and what harm could it possibly do.

As he rounded yet another corner, he saw for himself exactly how much harm one little demon could do.

He had come to the very edge of the town, a dirty and run down spot it was. Lined with makeshift homes, tents, you could call them, of various shapes and sizes. But what took his breath away, was the state that nearly all of them were in.

Fire and smoke billowed, and bodies of other homeless people were strewn about, like rags of clothing thrown carelessly aside by a child. Some were bent at odd angles and Clow found himself grimacing at the sight. Indeed he had seen people die, but never in such a horrific way.

More anger began to bubble within his stomach, and an enraged snarl reached his lips and eyes. When he found the demon that did this…he couldn't even finish his thoughts as they were even a little too grotesque for him to think about.

Shaking his head, he continued at a slower pace, no longer running but more of jogging, looking around in haste for that familiar tuff of cinnamon colored hair. (It's not really a tuff, I just didn't know what else to call it. XP) She was nowhere to be seen, but he came across a couple with a vaguely familiar aura about them. They were similar to that of the girls, and they looked like her too. He stooped down to get a closer look at the duo.

The male of the two had darker, chocolate brown hair, messy yet shiny, and Clow could barely see brown eyes, just as dark as the hair, behind slightly opened eyes. They were cloudy though, cloudy with death.

The female's hair was a smoky black, almost a gray, but it shone with a healthy, youthful glint. It was long and silky looking, just as the young girls hair had looked. Without realizing it, Clow had bent over and picked up the mothers dead body, cradling it gently in his arms. He was looking at her face, noticing almost right away that this woman was where the girl got her innocent beauty from, for even in death, he could see the radiant light that had shone through this woman. Softly, curiously, he reached up with his left and lifted the lid of her right eye, just slightly, and nodded in satisfaction. He thought that if the father had brown eyes, it must have been the mother that the girl had gotten her stunning emeralds from. And indeed he was right, as he had just assured his assumption.

Satisfied with his inspections, Clow gently laid the woman back down, next to her fallen husband. Feeling a tinge of sorrow for the two, he reached between them, and clasped their hands together, "I pray you will not loose each other in the next world." He said softly, closing his eyes in a silent prayer. "And I will make sure you're daughter does not meet you there…" It had come out on impulse, and he had barely heard it himself over the roaring of a nearby fire.

Before doing anything else, Clow reached out a hand, watching the many fires spew and blaze about. He couldn't just run off and let these flames burn up the entire town. With a wave of his extended hand, he brought a cold, frigid breeze down upon the flames, blowing them out with his magical gust. (Of course usually wind would spread a fire, but since its magic, it didn't! Hehheh! XD)

Suddenly another scream broke through the death filled air, and Clow jumped up immediately. He looked around, searching for the exact direction the scream had come from.

There! It was an opening in the forest line, which was the edge of the village. He noticed that the lower branches from the trees and bushes were in a disarray, broken here and there and realized right away that that's were the demon had run through, no doubt with the little girl.

Without another moments hesitation he darted past the other dead bodies, and threw himself into the darkness of the forest.

-With the demon and girl-

"Bueheheheeeeee, you will be my supper for tonight little girl!" the booming voice of the bull demon yelled. He held a torch above his head as he leered down at the girls shivering figure. The little girl shrunk back in fear, but yelped in pain right after, a large gash on her side was the reason. It was spewing blood, buckets by the minute, and she could slowly feel herself growing dizzy. But she shoved the dizziness aside, and glared back at the bull.

"Shut up you! I'll die before I ever let you eat me!" The bull could only laugh as it sounded like such a play on words to him. "My sweet little girl! That is exactly on what I had intended to do!" And with that, he drew a large, sickle like weapon from the sheath on his back. "I don't like to eat my food while its alive." He stalked towards her, running a callused claw along the sickles sharp, chipped edge.

The girl closed her eyes and brought her arms up before her, palms facing the bull. And suddenly, a burst of magical energy shot forth and hit the bull dead in the face, making him yelp in surprise and pain. He dropped his sickle and clutched his right eye, glaring at the girl with a growl. "You will pay for that you little wench!" He picked his weapon back up and started at her again.

The girl was looking at her hands in surprise and confusion. Where had that come from? She thought to herself, what the heck was that anyway? The loud shuffling of dirt and hooves brought her back to attention, and she looked up at the bull who was nearly upon her. Just as she was about to let out another scream for help, a wave of dizziness swept over her, and she fell over unconscious.

-Back in Clow's neck of the woods-

"You will pay for that you little wench!"

Clow came to a skidding halt when he heard the bellow. It had come from his right, and he snapped his head in the direction, quickly putting a cloaking spell on himself, so as not to give his presence away to the demon. There was no better way to get rid of an enemy, then by surprise.

The few images he had stored in his memory of the girl ran through his mind at that moment, as he ran stealthily towards the clearing he knew the bull and girl were in. He had only met her for a few minutes, yet he felt such a need to have her safe, to make sure she wasn't hurt. It was strange to him, a foreign feeling he had never felt before. But he wasn't going to let his confusion stop him.

Nearly twenty feet in front of him, he saw the flickering flame of a torch, no doubt the one the bull demon had used to set fire to all those shacks. Before he could stop himself, he drew a dagger, one of the very few weapons he kept on himself during his travels, and threw it at the bull, aiming for the claw that held the threatening sickle.

The demon let out a pained cry, dropping the weapon immediately as well as the torch, using his untouched claw in favor of pulling out the dagger and cradling his injured claw. He snapped his gruesome blue had about, glaring daggers at the surrounding trees and sniffing feverishly for the one that hurt him.

And then, out of the shadows Clow stepped, staff already ready in his right hand. He glanced at the unconscious girl, eyes narrowing immediately in anger. Eyes of ice turned back to the now surprised bull, intent to kill clearly written in them.

The bull raised his uninjured hand, pointing a shaking finger at Clow. "I-I-It's you!" he spluttered. "The sorcerer from before!"

Suddenly Clow smiled, cocking his head to the right in a childish manner. (You know the way Eriol smiles? Like that!) "I'm flattered you remembered me." The bull, gawked, and thinking he could possibly get away, started to spew compliments upon Clow Reed. "Who could ever forget such a spectacular display of sorcery! I have seen my share of magic but by far, yours is the strongest I have seen yet!"

Slowly, Clow drew closer, smile never leaving his face. "I'm so glad you think so." His tone had gone down a notch in pitch, and the bull backed up, a scared frown furrowing his brow. But suddenly, he found himself unable to move his legs, and he looked down at them to see if he had possibly stepped in something. How wrong he was. Clow had captured him, using a binding spell on his legs. They were surrounded in a glowing golden ring of light, magic obviously, very powerful too, the bull noticed. There was no way he would be able to break out of those bindings. A pare of black boot clad feet appeared in his line of vision as he was looking down at his hooves. A small cough brought his head snapping back up, looking up at the remarkably tall Clow.

Still that smile remained on the sorcerers face, as though he were a small boy looking with glee upon his favorite plaything. "Do you know what I think of demons like you? Demons who spout about terrorizing villages, and destroying human lives?" There was an underlying tone in that sentence, Clow Reed was remembering that night the band of demons had attacked his home, pillaged his village and killed his parents. The bull could only sputter and choke on his words.

Clow's eyes reopened, anger and rage returning to his handsome features. "I think you are lower than the earth under my feet. And I think that is exactly where I am going to send you." The bull was about to retort but Clow held up a hand, and the bull's mouth sealed shut with the same glowing light as that that was holding his legs in place. "Don't speak, or I will give you an even crueler fate."

He walked a few feet away, making sure there was a good enough distance between them before turning back around to face the now thrashing demon. Clow watched in some satisfaction, enjoying seeing the fear that was in the demons eyes. Now he was no longer doing this just for the girl, but for himself. It was revenge in a way, for what had happened to him ten years ago, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

Feeling no pity whatsoever, he raised his staff to the sky. The dark expanse seemed to churn above them as Clow looked up at it, and slowly, he brought his staff back down along with his gaze. He brought the golden rod to hover just above the earth, and closed his eyes. The sun symbol on his staff glowed red, and after a minute or so, that light shot forth and into the ground, disappearing within a second. Clow reopened his eyes and set his staff back next to him in his usual comfortable position.

The bull blinked, obvious confusion lacing his eyes. He laughed out, at least as much as he could with his mouth sealed, just like the horde had done before. He thought something had gone wrong, and Clow's death threat was only that, a threat.

And just like that, his muffled laughter stopped.

The ground beneath him suddenly softened dramatically, and started swirling about around him, like a whirlpool of sand and dirt. Clow released the binding spells on his legs and mouth; there was no reason to keep him bound anymore, for even with all of his strength he wouldn't be able to leap from that quicksand trap.

The demon roared and thrashed, clawing at the sloping earth around him trying to climb out. Fear was evident in his eyes as Clow looked down at him, having the perfect view from where he stood. "You will descend 30,000 feet, and be crushed by the sheer force of the earth around you. You are lower that dirt, so that is where you should be." And as those last words passed his lips, the hand of the bull was swallowed up by the earth, and he was never to be seen again. The dirt returned to its normal, hardened state, and Clow sighed in exasperation. Even though he had gotten rid of the entire band of demons that had ruined his life, he felt not a tid bit better.

Suddenly remembering why he had come out here, he turned to the body of the girl, only to stop dead in his tracks. She was surrounded in a pool of blood, and from what he could tell it was nearly all of her entire supply. Clow rushed over and dropped down next to her, not caring that he was getting his immaculate robes dirty with her crimson life's blood. He dropped his staff with a clang and gathered the pale girl in his arms and with his right hand he reached up and touched her cheek, then quickly pulled it away. She was like ice; her life force was almost completely gone! But there was a tiny bit of color left in her cheeks, and he realized she wasn't completely gone yet. Thinking quickly he put her back down and picked up his staff again.

'I've never tried this before…but I have no choice!' he yelled in his mind. Azure eyes closed as he brought his staff to be horizontally parallel with the girl's body.

"God of life, hear my plea."

He started an incantation, and his magic circle immediately appeared below him and the girl, it intricate markings glowing with power. This spell was very complex and took immense concentration. He had in fact created it himself, but had never before tried it; it was all a theory within his head.

"Let this life be spared, and make it one with me!"

His eyes snapped open and a sudden powerful wind swept about the clearing, encircling Clow's circle. (XX) His hair blew about in the powerful gusts, and his small spectacles rattled, nearly falling off his nose. (Yes he has spectacles! I just couldn't get rid of them! Lol, but they aren't the big ones he uses in the anime/manga, there smaller and more rectangular.) The black skies once again began to swirl and churn with power, and lighting shot from cloud to cloud, lighting up the entire sky at a time.

Suddenly, Clow felt his power beginning to drain, but showed no signs of surprise. It was what he knew would happen if he used this spell. In exchange for the girl's life, his magical power would need to be given to her, as a support, since her own life force had been almost completely taken. Clow felt himself growing tired, and his eyes were beginning to hurt, as the need to sleep grew more intense.

And then, as suddenly as it had come, the wind swept by Clow and encased the girl in an orb of shining white light. With the last of his strength, Clow kept the magic circle up, so as to not let the spell break apart right in the middle. Inside the ball, the girl began to change, though Clow could not see it very clearly. And slowly, the orb lowered the girl back to the ground, resting her on the now cleaned ground, which had once been stained with her blood.

And just like that, the wind stopped and the skies cleared, and Clow lowered his staff, letting it shrink back to its tiny key size. He looked at the girl who had once been small and glowed with a light of innocence. She of course, still did glow with that light, but it now seemed less innocent, and wiser in a way. It was only natural, as she had absorbed nearly all of his magic, and with that his years of life and wisdom. (Which basically means because she absorbed his magic, she took on the same age as he and knowledge/wisdom. But that doesn't necessarily mean she's going to behave that way. )

Her hair had grown dramatically, and was now silky beyond compare. It was still the lovely cinnamon brown it was before but now had a beautiful yellow tint to it, making it look like sunshine in some light. Her eyes, though he couldn't see them, he knew were the same, as the soul was one thing that could never be changed, no matter how much magic was used. And the eyes are the windows to the soul, and so, they change, only as one gets older naturally. But because she had been changed through magic, her youthful spirit had been left intact, and stayed the same.

Once tattered clothes were replaced with beautiful white linens. A strapless dress, fairly form fitting on the abdomen, but flowed out from the waist down to about three inches above the knee. She wore ribbons on her legs, wrapped to the knee on the right, and only reaching to a few inches above the ankle on the left. Her arms were covered in sleeves of some sorts, but were not sleeves exactly. They were not connected to the dress, but only tied tight enough at the top so that they didn't fall off because of that aspect. They flowed down to cover her hands up to their knuckles in graceful waves of lovely white silk. And to top it all off, she wore two pieces of jewelry. A large, yet beautiful band of silver dropped about her neck, and connected in the middle, just above her cleavage, with a dazzling purplish orb like stone. (Yue and Kero both have the same sort of thing, kind of. On their chest they both wear orbs like that, Yue's is blue and Kero's is red.) The other piece of jewelry was a quaint little ear piece, latched onto her right ear, with small intricate designs swirling about on it. The same purple stone was there as well, nestled in the lovely metal. (They have those too. )

But beyond her attire, Clow noticed something he had never expected, she now had wings. Beautiful black feather wings, nearly as large as he was tall, if she stood up. It bothered him slightly, not the fact that she had them at all, but because of the color. Why black? She looked as though she was supposed to be an angel, and yet her wings were black? He shook his head and pushed that thought aside, must have just been a side affect to the spell, he thought.

The girl groaned in pain, and moved about slightly, making Clow jump in surprise. He caught himself; when he realized she was just waking up and sat back down to wait patiently. Slowly, she started to come to, and her eyes fluttered open, and just as he thought, they were still stunningly green. She blinked for a while in confusion, when had it become morning…she thought to herself, looking at the sky. She suddenly realized there was a person beside her, and shot up. Clow only watched her as she looked at him.

For a few minutes, she didn't say anything, just looked at him in a speculative way. He looked familiar, who was he? She was flipping through her memory looking for who his face belonged to. And suddenly it dawned on her; he was the man who had run into the rock! She couldn't help the chuckled that escaped her at that thought. Clow raised an eyebrow at her laughter, wondering what in the world she could have been thinking about. But he stopped to think, her laughter was beautiful, and hadn't changed from what he had heard last night, when she laughed at him when he hit that rock. A grim frown came to his face at the memory.

The girl soon stopped laughing and returned to looking at Clow, but this time spoke, "You're the man from before. The one that ran into the rock." Clow nearly fell over when she mentioned that, apparently she thought that to be very funny because she started laughing all over again. Her voice was also much different now, deeper and smoother, like that of a grown woman, which in this case she was now.

Clow straitened himself back up and fixed his hair and glasses with a clearing of his throat. "Yes that was me." Was all he said. She stopped laughing once again, but left the smile on her face. "Is your head feeling better?" she reached up to touch his forehead, but stopped when she caught a look at her hand. It had longer, more elegant nails, almost claws they seemed! She followed her arm, gawking at the white satin that adorned her limbs, and then down her body at the dress, also catching glimpses of her extremely long hair. (And a few other things. XD) Out of the side of her eye, she could also see the black featheriness of her new wings, and she looked directly at them, eyes wide and astonished.

She voiced the only thought that came to her mind. "Wow!" and that time, Clow did fall over. He was expecting something like "What happened to me!" or "What did you do to me?" but never that! And then he remembered, she was still a young girl at heart, and most girls would give anything to look the way she did now, like an angel of sorts. He straitened back up and watched her play with her wings. "So…you like that do you?" he asked her, making her look at him. "Well…yeah it's pretty neat!" she said with a giggle. "But how did this happen to me?" she asked the inevitable question.

After Clow had spent nearly half an hour explaining to her what had happened, the girl felt as though she were living a fairytale, but then again so did nearly everyone in this day and age, what with all the magic and wonder that swirled around people.

"So what's your name mister?" she asked him innocently. Clow looked at her for a moment, before speaking, "Tell me yours first." He said. The girl giggle softly, "Okay, my name is-" she stopped, "My name is…" she furrowed her brow in thought, "I…can't remember my name…" Clow furrowed his brow at that too. She can't remember her name? Is that another side effect? He looked back at her after looking at the ground for a bit. "Is there anything else you can't remember?" he asked her. She shook her head vigorously, "No, I can remember everything! I remember being taken out here by that….that thing! And he was about to eat me and-" once again she stopped, but looked around this time. "Where did he go anyway?" Clow sighed at the memory, "I took care of him." The girl looked back at him in surprise, but didn't push on as he seemed to not want to think about that.

There was silence for a while, as the two thought their own respectable thoughts. "Well," she started, interrupting Clows train of ponder, "I suppose I will need a new name…Would you mind helping me?" she asked him, looking him straight in the eye. He blinked for a minute then nodded in a positive. Clow had to think for a bit, what name would suit this girl best…He thought and thought, until it felt as though they had been there for hours, but finally it came to him. "I got it! How about Calypso?"

She thought about it, putting her index finger of her right hand to her chin, "Hmm…I like it!" she concluded with a definite pound of her fist into the opposite palm. Clow laughed softly, and then stopped abruptly. That was something he hadn't done since he was five years old, and it felt strange, as it would to use anything one hadn't in a while. He was brought out of his reverie by, the newly named, Calypso's voice, "So….you never told me what your name was." A surprised look overcame Clow's face when he realized she was right. "Oh right, my names Clow Reed." He extended a hand in greeting and she shook it with great vitality. "Nice to meet you Mr. Clow! Would you mind if I called you Ree-kun?" she asked in the cutest, most innocent voice Clow had ever heard and he found it impossible to deny her. She jumped up in happiness, yipping and wooting and flapping about.

She came to an abrupt halt suddenly, "My parents are dead….I don't have anywhere to go…" she said in a melancholy monotone voice. Clow thought for another moment ad stood up and walked up beside her. "Why don't you come with me? I'm traveling back to my home; you could come stay with me. We are connected now anyway." He smiled gently at her, the way a father would his daughter, but Calypso blushed none the less. To her he was still a devilishly handsome man. She nodded silently, gladly taking him up on his offer with a smile in return. "Thank you."

With that the two stood up to head eastward (Made that up. Have no idea which direction Tomoeda is located. . ) But suddenly Clow's vision blurred and he began to swerve. A tree stopped him from falling over, and he rubbed his head as he leaned against its rough bark. Calypso hovered over in worry, "Are you okay Ree-kun?" she asked him, hands clasped in a prayer like way. Clow nodded his head, glancing at her with one eye, as the other was closed tightly. "Yeah…I'm fine. But it looks like that little journey of ours is going to be on hold for a bit. I need to re-gather my strength. Sorry for the delay." He smiled at her in an apologetic way, but she shook her head, placing a relieved smile on her own face. "That's fine; it's your home we're going to anyway." Finishing her sentence, she sat down next to Clow, folding her legs under her gracefully, and pulled on his outermost robe. He looked at her in confusion. She chuckled and motioned toward her lap, "Lay down, it can't possibly be comfortable to sleep sitting up like that." Clow blinked for a minute, but realized what she meant, and smiled in a thank you before placing his head on her white clad lap. Calypso stroked his messy hair back, and she studied him as he slept. He had saved her, was what he told her, and she was beginning to feel something within her heart, something was beginning to stir. Feelings she never felt before, feelings she didn't understand. Perhaps with time, she would come to know what these feelings were, she thought, but for now, she would watch this wonderful man sleep.

.(A.N./ You like? I hope you do! I worked hard on these chaps! Please review and tell me what you think! Constructive criticism is always welcome! Just be nice about it pleeeease!)