Misconceptions
Chapter Six: What's in a Name?
-- Syaoran Li Version--
There it is! A Clow Card! But why is it already in its humanoid form?
Why should I care?
"Lightning, come to my aid!" I yelled for the first time in about a decade.
For some reason I don't believe I sound like that. I'm not exactly an expert on the after effects of alcohol, but I'm sure there are some.
Performing the rite of sorts, I took the sword out once more. Fortune it may be that I donned my traditional robe and weapon when Sakura informed me that intuition she had.
Would that mean that the Clow Cards have escaped? That would mean his highness Guardian Beast Kerberos was sleeping on the job again.
But I need to trust him this time. Surely Kero-chan learned his lesson the last time?
A bolt of light descended from the darkened skies, and I sent it towards my target. I'm seeing double, and I don't think it hit its aim.
To confirm my guess is a large rough circle of soot on the soil, slight smoke emanating from it. I hear a frightened shout from the front not too far from the spot of black that my initial attack made. Hm, I didn't know that the cards cried out.
Again I send an assault to my target, this time partially successful. The tan blur goes down, moving only little on the ground. It was a weak try on my and the lightning's part, though. I can hear whimpering from the figure, and wonder…
Do Clow Cards whimper?
"Syaoran…"
Wait. Was that my name? Gods, they know my name!
Wait again. I don't allow just anyone to call me Syaoran. Especially Clow Cards.
Right? Maybe this is another alcohol-caused thing. Right!
"Syaoran…"
Impossible! They don't know my name…they sure don't call each other by names. Or Sakura, as far as I know. I summon the powers of my energy again, and make a command to repetitively hit my target. I sway droopily as the lightning strikes multiple times.
All I need to do is call Sakura…if she's all right about it. Ask her to seal it. Then explain and go back to fwee-glee-me-free-life. Without Clow Cards. I turn to run back the opposite way to sprint off (with the hope that the beating I gave it would limit any escapes) when I hear another faint and near-dead word. It's my name again.
"Syaoran…"
