I'm less happy witht he way this one turned out, but eh, I may just be paranoid and delusional ;; Anyway! R&R please! And be honest :P Thankies! -- Jangalain
The Road Home
The blazing, hot sun was set high in the sky as weary feet trudged across the gravel strewn road. Syaoran put a hand to his brow, half to block out the brightness of the sun, half to wipe the sweat from his face. The road seemed to extend endlessly before him, and he wondered if he'd ever get home. If he'd ever see his beloved Sakura again.
The wind tore threw the pathway towards him and slammed into his wary, sweat laden face, cooling him immensely. He sighed in relief and pleasure and tore off his cloak, throwing it up into the air. He spread his arms to the wind and closed his eyes. The wind tore threw his damp clothing, drying them and creating the elusion that he was falling through the sky. If he fell just right, he'd soon see that little cottage in the country where his beloved spent her days.
He would land in their field, scoop up all the flowers growing leisurely upon it, and run head long towards the home. She'd be standing on the porch, having already known, somehow that he would be home. He would scoop her up into his arms and kiss her full on the lips, and she'd drape her arms around his neck and after breaking the kiss, rest her head on his chest and whisper "Welcome home," and he would reply softly with a simple "Thanks," and they would hold each other for the rest of the day.
But the wind doesn't last forever, like many other things, and he opened his eyes once more to see the sweat slowly climbing its way back onto his flushed, dark skin. He sighed and ran a hand through his damp, auburn hair, recalling the pleasant day dream. He opened his eyes once more to the road ahead with more hope this time. He would make it home, he was sure of it.
"After all, this is the road home…"