Misconceptions
Author's Notes: This is a slight little longer than the others. I am aware that my chapters are shorter than your average fan fiction's, but that's the way the story progresses in my terms.
To mcah/discreet: You. Silly. Girl. O.o We had that kind of friendship for the last seven years, ya know! -huggles daisuki no tomodachi-
To cookie: I'm happy you enjoyed that chapter. Hopefully this one would be to your liking as well.
Disclaimer: I own Misconceptions, and not much else.
Chapter Summary: There are certain things that can soften your troubles to some degrees. Syaoran resorts to one of these and isn't quite the Little Wolf he used to be for now.
Chapter Four: Tsunami - Wash Away Your Problems
Normal Third Person Point of View +
Syaoran sneaked a quick glance at the calendar. San Yu didn't even know the correct day of their wedding! July 31…not very far away at all. It was supposed to be one of - if not the - happiest days of his life. He didn't decline at first, but after three months of Sakura…
He was now on his way to the city. Anywhere, just escape the tension in his home.
/ ( Estimate Forty-Five Minutes Ago ) Sakura's expression turned from confused to shocked.
"your wedding!" she asked most surprised.
"Why yes, Kinomoto-san," the old woman confirmed, but Syaoran was enraged.
"I thought we had an agreement not to tell this to anyone at all!" he shouted at all of them, but both Meilin and their grandmother were unmoved.
"She isn't 'anyone at all', Syaoran dear….she's a close acquaintance of ours, isn't she?"
The news -finally- sunk in to Sakura. That's it. 'I'm no more than a close acquaintance. Thirteen years, still an acquaintance…' she thought miserably
In her extreme emotions - shocked, sad, angered, confused, tired and lost to name a small few - she stood up regardless of her stab and rushed out the door before Li Syaoran could react.
"I need to go pick up something, Li. Bye!"/
He didn't lie. Even if Sakura thought him the worst of liars, he didn't. He said that Meilin wasn't his fiancée…only because she was typically his wife.
When that thought entered his mind, he couldn't help but cringe. That sounded a little old for a twenty-three year old.
When that thought entered Sakura's mind - altered in places to make it as simple "Meilin's practically his wife." however, she almost screamed out in frustration. But all she let out was a shrill squeak.
Syaoran, who somehow found himself looking up at the sign of the exact same establishment, heard that almost inaudible sound - and knew it was unmistakably hers. 'I would know, I've known her for more than twelve years.'
That puffy pink dress, a little shorter than what Tomoyo had initially intended when she was informed of the strange intuition.
'No, wait a second…' Syaoran told himself, refraining from rushing over to who he thought was Sakura Kinomoto and explaining everything. 'I'm delirious. That's not Sakura, she would go straight home after that.'
He ignored his more sensible self and made his way to the bar's counter. There were a few suspicious and confused glances towards him, probably because of this unusual attire and exotic weapon. The blade swung steadily from side to side as he walked.
Having no other experience in liquior than the kinds served on holidays he gave the 'tender a look that said "I need my problems washed away." He took out his wallet (which he somehow remembered to take) and tossed out an assortment of random bills.
Luckily the man serving at that time had a fine lot of years in the occupation, and knew just what to do. Amber eyes watched as the gray-haried man prepared his drink: taking out a glass, unlocking a slightly concealed door, retrieving what was an ecprensive and reserved bottle and the like.
Not very long later both the "chinese brat" and the bartender found out that Syaoran of the Li Clan had a near inexistent tolerance to such beverages. His face was pale and hazy, his vision unwanting to focus. There was drowsiness coming on as well, and for the first time in his life the Li Clan's heir could call himself "drunk".
Syaoran's POV
I feel too light-headed. So this is the feeling of the liquior. Maybe wine…quite fine really…now I don't have a doubt of why people resort to its influence.
Ah, I'm better now. I guess I'll hoodle doodle on home! "Thanks a lot…" I tell the kind bartended, but I'm almost unbelieving that it is my voice. Do I sound that unclear? Or tongue-tied? Or am I not hearing properly?
As I rise (clumsily, I find) from the seat and stumble less gracefully than I wanted to the exit I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
"Hello." I greet my mussed reflection before I stop myself. Is this an effect too? Who knew what one small glass of that could do?
I also see a cute little girl, maybe about my age, in the mirror. Auburn hair and extremely green eyes…I've seen her somewhere before, I'm sure of it. But the larger image of me is haunting me. Like a man who resembles my every feature, yet is not me at all.
When I step into the sidewalk I nearly slip. In my rush to flee from my own manifestation I must have forgotten the rain. I can't believe that I didn't notice it! The lightning flashes quite brightly in the sky every few moments and that rumble I hear is probably thunder.
I hear the door open and close behind me and I can feel a slight brush against my arm as someone exits.
I stand there for a few minutes or so, not minding the cold rain at all. It isn't something I haven't experienced before, and I'm not bothered by it the smallest bit. I have no problems: life is perfect, isn't it Syaoran?
Isn't it, self?
Snapping out of my self-talk reverie from a brief but root-like flash of lightning in the graying sky I walk slowly away from the place. Very pleasant one, that bar and restaurant.
As I enter what seems to be the park I sense something else.
Clow Card.
End Syaoran's POV
Additional Author's Notes: Dear me, a slight cliffhanger. I'm 99 sure I won't be updating till Friday too. My sorries ;;
Kindly review! I WILL update as soon as possible!
