AN: I would like to inform you that my writing style will now go under slight renovation at the request of my…sister.
I think the plot is fine though, but am open to suggestions, because this is my first fic, I have low, LOW expectations. I think 2 reviews per chapter is good, so scroll down click 'go' and type 'H' followed by 'I' then click submit.
"Seeking Shadows"
The first thing he saw was white and the intoxicating smell of Cherry blossoms and pillow fatigue filled his nostrils. He felt himself being weakly pulled forwards into a fragile but emotionally painful embrace.
"Please…just…."
"…forget"
Dazed and unaware of his surroundings, Syaoran attempted to recall the- was it day? He could scarcely recall the events fading in his still-boggled mind leading him to everywhere and nowhere up to the point of bringing him here..
…wherever here was.
From his place he could see the bright day sky directly above him it's high blue essence omniscient over the Earth as it watched over the Sun and its dwellings below. He felt a hard surface beneath him angled more or less comfortably towards his right and a luscious thick green canopy above him. The placid daylight bleeding through the wispy leaves creating an almost-unreal picture of tranquility.
Unhurried despite the still growing presence tugging at his mind, the Brown-haired Chinese boy supported himself into a sitting position when his vision; still blurred from his unconscious voyage tried to focus, began to clarify when the sudden noise caught his attention.
"Li-kun! are you all right? what happened?" The voice carried through his pain-stricken mind and in an instant recognized Tomoyo's soft but beautiful voice. There, he did remember some things, he was not completely amnesiac. She does have a beautiful voice, but there was someone else, someone with an angelic voice. A voice that both haunted him and guided him to finding the answer.
Syaoran stood up for a second groggily and fighting to maintain his balance, in his state even the gentle early-August breeze felt like a harsh cold whipping across his backside.
"Tomoyo, there's something wrong here…it feels like magic again" true the feeling of magic had returned to the quiet town he could recall the his adventures as an 11-year old capturing cards and the odd events that had occurred after them, fragmented memories, like a song that can't be remembered, or a word on the tip of one's tongue fading in and out of reality, waiting for just the right combination of time and energy to become a fully sustainable image…
…but still they were all he had.
"I've been having visions Tomoyo" He decided he would rather not disclose his visions or the peculiar feeling of a distant aura, not evil more like familiar but repelling, dreading the moment he would find the source. This of course only pushed him further to pursue it
His long-time friend of what could've been a thousand years stood there absent-minded, absent-minded although with a million thoughts that made her vulnerable to an outburst of tears
She was far away from him although standing right there, her hair a dark kite flailing behind her shoulders before Syaoran realized that an awkward silence had befell them. The image of her flickered; slipping instantaneously into a movie screen, abandoning the bounds of reality once again as his vision blurred, and he could see the shadow again.
The shadow and Tomoyo laughing carelessly into the sky as the slight purring of the video camera focused on recording everything instead of being in it. He remembered that moment, that video camera had always been with her, sometimes he wondered if she kept it in her hands when she slept, the small humming device was what filled her and made her complete, that would be his destiny whether it end in success or death.
The hum of conversation and twitchy screeches of a bird song somewhere just disappeared. He could hear only a slight noise hardly steady enough to reach his ears. Simultaneously, a violent fountain of blood bubbled quite audibly until his vision re-adjusted and he once again felt the pain subsiding in his skull.
When a revelation hit him
"Tomoyo" he said slightly concerned as she awoke from her standing slumber "do you still have your old videotapes?" The still-in pain eyes narrowed in concern as he saw her expression change from mild-mannered concern to a pale-white fear. Her breath suddenly becoming faster, the mist vaporizing in the air as the cool wind gathered it in for itself, stealing what it could of her voice.
"uhh…" She hesitated " ...sure" she said nervously, unsure of whether or not she could somehow indirectly refuse him. But again the look in his eyes at that moment spoke his true need, small colored irises that spoke volumes and great lengths, just like she used to have.
She was torn back to reality by the sharp tug at her wrist as he pulled her towards her house. Barely managing to keep up with his determined pace, she caught a glimpse of his face and could see the unwavering devotion he had in his expression.
Within the expanse of a few minutes they had begun a slight run, but with his hand still firmly gripped over her wrist she struggled to maintain her balance as he whipped around a corner, and advanced in a non-straying path towards the Daidouji residence.
Under the dwindling daylight, the sun had begun to set over the eastern horizon bringing about it a fiery red glow that ignited the sky in both what could be seen as both fury and beauty. The cold swept in quickly as it controlled every inch of the land as the sun slowly retreated elsewhere, for now the moon and the stars dominated the night sky.
They were sitting on a couch now. One long beige seat, The quiet buzzing of the machine seemed only to aggravate him even more coupled with the sound of static; His body shook beyond the strength of his control and now the carefully checked fury of Syaoran only brought further tension into the atmosphere. It was her only instinct to apologize for the shortcomings.
The tapes as it seemed, we're nothing but blurred images with no audible dialogue, no more clues than the painful visions that had obscured his thinking and confused his weary mind with their endless loads of information, but completely irrelevant to what he was searching for.
Angry but not at her, he lifted himself off the cushioned seat and made his way for the door, many times he had come here and the long labyrinth of corridors and hallways was as familiar as his own home now. But he could not rest and slow down his pace, the magic beacon was gone now but the slight nagging pull he felt was still the same.
Without proper outerwear Li Syaoran stepped past the gate of the grounds that once held so much promise, where now lay another dead-end amongst the numerous other puzzles that arose in the past day. It was well into the night now and the apartment he called home seemed more cold and distant then ever. Sleep would come like snowfall in mid-summer, drifting forwards but never staying too long. With this he retired to stand by his nightstand and gaze out into the unusually cold-summer night with the thousands of infinities gazing down upon him.
He realized something then as he gazed into the starlight, at first he squinted in an effort to obtain clarity, but what he saw would lead him to believe there was more to this then he originally thought.
The moonlit night sky continued to swirl and though clear as the pitch black that wrapped itself around the distant starlight, it began to rain.