Misconceptions
Author's Notes: Hooray, two updates in one weekend! This one is a tad bit shorter though…
Summary: There's a reason for the 's' in Misconceptions. It turns out that Syaoran is still in deep in troubled waters.
Chapter Eight: Denial of the Dead
San Yu stood shakily up, dragging herself on her faulting legs, but Meilin beat her to the receiver.
"Hello, Lis' Residence. Meilin speaking."
At the Daidoujis', there was a particular young lady who wanted to kill whoever she was on the phone with, but couldn't figure out how to do it over a phone conversation. To be specific, she wanted to kill Syaoran's fiancée, but was too much of a good girl to do something so terrible.
'fiancée…or wife.' Sakura nearly said aloud. "I…"
Even at this slightest speaking her voice was recognized. Meilin was the second of the Li Family to resemble a three year old within the day. "…SYAORAN! It's Sakura!"
Upstairs, the brunette cringed. "Sa…sakura!" he asked himself in a yell. "Gods…Sakura!" he shouted back to both himself and the girl downstairs.
"YES!" was the overly loud response.
Sakura, in another equally luxurious home, lowered the volume of the phone. Upon Tomoyo's shy request she had activated the speaker for the other two to hear, and the shrill exchange of words on the other side of the line was deafening.
What hurt Sakura's ears more was the incredibly unfamiliar tone that Syaoran used.
"Hn, Sakura's dead, she can't possibly be on the phone!"
This took a moment or two to sink in, but after that allowance Sakura let out a series of laughs.
"Meilin, is that still her!" Syaoran asked in confusion and fear, "She's DEAD! Darn it, she's CACKLING! Wait, that is her, right?" Meilin was given no space for reply, as he continued, "Is that her? Can't BE! Impossible! Dead!"
Over at the Daidoujis', all three listeners giggled despite the situation.
But at the Lis', faces were getting paler.
'A ghost?' People from both households thought, though in different levels of understanding.
"Syaoran, I'm alive! I'm-" the Card Captor tried to convince using the most conversational voice she could muster.
"...she's coming to get me…" Syaoran told the air, "...because of a while ago. No, it's not possible. There is no such thin as ghos-" he rambled on an on.
"Syaoran!" a hysteric Meilin asked an explanation from him, "what is this about!" The amber-eyed man had a problem with that. He tried illogically reasoning, and answered, "I thought she was a Clow Card so I…accidentally killed her."
Meilin and San Yu knew about the murder part already, but a Clow Card? They kept silent as Syaoran continued to mindlessly and uncharacteristically rant.
"No Syaoran, you didn't kill me!"
Syaoran was as pale as the moon that had begun to rise. "Meilin." he commanded, "Put. The. Phone. Down."
Sakura was a bit upset. "Syaoran, wait!" But all that was heard was an empty beep.
There was a knock at the Li Clan's door an hour later. Since only an "I-can't-go-to-sleep-when-undead-spirits-know-my-phone-number" Syaoran and a "WTF?" Meilin were still awake the former reluctantly went to the door.
Half-dozing he inquired as he swung open the entrance, "What? Ah, um, good evening, who is it?" he inquired hap-hazardly, his eyes almost closed.
"Syaoran!" Sakura shouted with happiness, but she sounded more tired than she would've wanted. This time, Syaoran looked whiter than a ghost (if they existed). "Sa…saku…ra! Oh, shoot!"
The door was slammed suddenly in her face, and from her location she could hear the girlish shrieks she thought she'd never hear from Syaoran. That night, he didn't sleep. He told himself;
"I can't go to sleep when undead spirits know my phone number AND my home address!"
