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Chapter 4: The Mysterious Child Magician
disclaimer: Tsubasa. Cardcaptor Sakura. Magic Knight Rayearth. and xxxHolic belong to the brilliant minds of CLAMP.
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"Why are you attacking us?" Syaoran asked, jumping back to avoid an earth shattering kick from the fighting woman.
The woman looked up, dark eyes glazed and having no meaning. Only an intense fighting spirit was seen behind the empty eyes, and the woman did not speak.
Syaoran waited for an answer. "I don't want to fight---Uah!" He gasped, as Kurogane pulled him back.
"There isn't any point in talking." He said roughly, trying to attack the woman once more, only to have his attack miss. He had to duck to avoid a hard punch to his side.
"I don't think this woman is real." Fye admitted dreamily, doing several strange twists and turns to avoid the endless number attacks now being aimed towards him.
"What do you mean not real?" Kurogane hissed, holding up his injured arm. It had been injured some time during the fight, he couldn't remember when exactly. But what the hell was the magician talking about when he said not real? It sure as hell felt real to him!
"He is absolutely correct." A boy's voice said calmly.
The woman came to a sudden stop, and glared at the speaker.
A charming young boy probably around the age of thirteen or so, stood on top of a lamp post, watching the fight below. He was wearing a bizarre hat and an oversize cape which blew wildly in the night wind. In his hand, an elegant golden sun staff reflected the moonlight. Syaoran had the feeling he was a powerful person.
"Now, I believe you should return." The boy said kindly to the woman.
The woman continued to give the boy a fiery glare before suddenly lunging at him.
A young man with silver hair appeared before the woman. Summoning a strange circle in mid-air, the woman was sent crashing down to the ground. The woman turned away to flee, but a beautiful golden cat appeared, growling at the fighter.
"Return to the form you were meant to be, Clow Card." The boy said in a loud, clear voice. The woman was swept away in a wind that smelled strongly of...magic...The wind gathered together at a point in front of the boy, where a gold and crimson card soon appeared, bearing the image of the woman. Underneath the image, were the words "the fight."
Kurogane and Syaoran watched the boy carefully, not sure whether or not to trust the boy who had just saved them. Fye, though he acted much more casual and cheerful then the others, clearly felt the same. "Thank you." Fye said politely, smiling his usual absolute-zero smile at the boy.
The boy stepped down, and an enchanted wind guided him gently on the ground. The silver haired man and the winged cat returned to his side. "I believe, I owe you an apology and an introduction." The boy said in a noble manner, dusting his cloak and pushing his glasses up a bit to focus on the trio. "I'm sorry for not being able to contain the magic in this area yet." He said, bowing a bit.
"Kuro-Myu. Kuro-Myu" A voice sang in a sing-song way. A white pork-bun...no marshmallow...no, Mokona appeared from under the boy's hat.
"Phweet! Ahaha, where did you come from?" Fye 'whistled', laughing at the sudden appearance of the hyperactive dimension traveler.
"Its one of Mokona's 108 secret techniques!" Mokona chirped, jumping up on top of the cat's head.
"Mokona..." The cat growled, giving Mokona an annoyed look.
"How were we able to understand each other when Mokona wasn't around?" Syaoran asked, glaring at the magician. He knew it was rude to glare, but...he didn't quite trust him yet. Fye and Kurogane looked up at this question.
"Perhaps it was magic?" The boy replied playfully.
"Syaoran!" Mokona gasped suddenly, standing on its tip toes to gain an extra three inches. "Sakura is..Sakura is---!"
"Fast asleep." The boy finished off, not wanting to see Syaoran worry over nothing. "Mokona, you shouldn't play around like that."
Mokona didn't seem to care...he only began twirling around, singing his usual "Mokona is a balloooon!" song.
"Sakura!" Syaoran exclaimed, wondering how this boy would know...Had he done anything to her? He thought, as usual, he worried about the princess' well being above anything else.
"I'll be more then happy to lead you to her." The boy said calmly, motioning for the travelers to follow.
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"Princess.." Syaoran whispered, holding Sakura's hand. There was blood trickling down the side of her lips, staining her beautiful white dress. "What happened?" He asked, glaring at the dark haired boy as if he was the cause for everything.
He only smiled his usual pleasant smile, and Syaoran recoiled. That smile---! It looked so familiar...
"She must have been very desperate," He commented, watching Sakura with kind eyes. "She bit her tongue in order to stay awake..."
"Who are you?" Kurogane asked suddenly, glaring at the child with steely eyes.
Fye, though he was silent, his blue eyes clearly told that he was wanted to know as well. "This is Kuro-Ta---"
"Yes, I know." The boy replied pleasantly, smiling that same smile he had been smiling since they met. "Syaoran Li-Kun, Fye D. Flowright-san, Kurogane-san, Sakura-Chan, and Mokona." He chuckled a bit at the stunned look her received. "Ahah, even though I know who you are, I forget that you don't know who I am. This is Yue--" He motioned towards the silver haired man. Yue gave the travelers an annoyed look. "This is Keroberos." -the golden cat bowed its head, acknowledging the travelers- "And you may call me...Eriol. Welcome, to London. And...should I say it?" He looked up at the starry sky, as if wondering whether or not to say what he wanted to say.
"Say what?" Syaoran asked cautiously. He watched Eriol carefully, searching for even the slightest hint of any murderous intentions. He could feel Fye and Kurogane doing the same behind him.
Eriol laughed a bit, slightly embarrassed by what he was about to say. A mysterious air seemed to form around the London Trio. A gentle breeze blew, and the candles inside the lamps went out.
"We've been expecting you."