Title: The Time Machine
By: Crazy Kawaii
Genre: Sci-Fi/Romance
Summary: What do you get when 2 nerds decide to mix science and magic? A TIME MACHINE! Syaoran and Eroil accidently bring back a girl from 2,000 years in the future named S-6/K-8. What will happen? What happenes in the future?
Chapter 2: S-6/K-8 meets Li Syaoran
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Eriol woke up bright and early on a lovely Sunday morning. It was six am.
He got up of his bed and stretched.
"Ahh, beautiful day. Time to time travel!" He chirped happily to himself.
He walked out of his room and headed out to his car. Right as he grabbed his car keys from the 'Home Sweet Home' sign-
"ERIOL!" Someone shreiked.
Eriol turned around. It was... his sister!
He said, "What are you going awake? Its not even close to 3pm yet!"
"Chht." Naruku flipped her hair. "I haven't even gone to sleep yet." She said proudly.
Eriol thought that made sense. Naruku usually did not wake up until about mid afternoon. Okay, time to go.
"Okay. Bye!" He turned to leave.
"Eriol!" She said again.
Eriol slowly turned around. "What?" He whined.
"Where are you going?"
Eriol blinked. Uh.
"To the future!" He exclaimed, beaming.
Naruku rolled her eyes. "Uhuh. Sure. Like that? You look like a monkey and smell like a trash can. Take a shower and put on some normal cloths!"
Eriol defended his honor with, "These are my normal cloths!"
He was still wearing his pajamas.
No comment about the shower.
Naruku raised her eyebrows. "Not normal for you, normal for humans. No wonder you dont have a girlfriend!" She laughed.
Eriol glared at her.
His comeback: "Shut up!"
She said, "Haha or what, ya gonna have your video game people attack me! No no no... are you going to throw the controller thing at me? Hahaha..." She stopped. "Oh, Eriol, since you're going out, can you pick me up a six-pack of Corona?"
Eriol stared at his mentally challeged sister. "NO! You idiot, I'm not old enough to buy liquor, and besides, isn't 6am a little early for beer?"
"You pussy!" Naruku shrieked and retreated back into her room, slamming her door.
Eriol rolled his eyes. Syaoran liked that ... that thing?
He ran his fingers though his hair and frowned. His hands were matted in grease. Perhaps he could do with a shower.
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An hour later
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Eriol arrived at the abandoned house. He hopped down to the basement with excitement. He stopped when he saw what was inside.
He dropped the dead star fish and bag of sage he was holding.
"SHIT!" He cried.
The time machine was... completley fried. Tiny streams of smoke rose into the air.
"SHIT!" He repeated. He busted out with his cell phone and called Syaoran. Speed dial, number three.
He looked sadly at the time machine and mummbled something that sounded incredibly like 'Shit!'
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A few hours before...
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General Kinomoto Sakura hit the ground with a 'thud'.
"Oof."
She got up quickly and looked at her surroundings.
'Where am I?' She thought, and grabbed hold of her R-13.26q assult weapon designed especially for her. If she decided to aim that thing and push the little button to activate it, the unlucky victim would find their self dissolving into the air, billions of atoms at a time.
She was in a small room. Possibly underground. Possibly on Earth. But how did she get there? She studied her surroundings.
There was a pile of... things... things that looked firmiliar...
Oh yes, of course.When she was in primary school, she went to a museum of ancient artifacts found by Martian archeologists.
'The remenants of our ancient ancestors, who where just devoloping technology we use today.'
Right. She remembered. This stuff... must be worth a fortune. On Mars. Not on Earth. But maybe Tidus...
'Stop thinking about how much this usless crap is worth on other planets and moons! Think about where you are!' Sakura told herself.
She looked at the stuff...
Wires? Wires... what did wires do... transfer energy... electrical energy...
What else was there. Gigantic "micro" chips.
Wow.
Maybe it was a blow up model of a modern computer. Huh.
What else was there... What the fuck?
Sakura picked up a retangle thing with buttons on it. On the buttons were letters and a few words.
What the hell is this?
No idea.
Sakura decided to ask her computer persacom, Monoka.
Monoka was a computer in her ear. She could talk to it, ask questions, and Monoka could talk back and give answers.
"Monoka! Help me." She said, activating her persacom.
In her ear, a voice replied.
"Ohayo Sakura-chan, how may I help?" The cute voice said.
"What the hell is this?" She held up the thing with buttons.
"I think I may know what that is! I'll search online to be sure."
Sakura waited a second. Then,
"Oh no! We are off-line! Sakura, where are we?"
"I dont know. I was hoping you would!" She was beginning to panic.
"Calm down, Saku-chan. I believe that is a keyboard." Monoka said.
Sakura said, "A what?"
"A keyboard. Ancient humans used keyboards to command computers."
"How?" Sakura asked, baffled. She stared at the key-board.
"They 'typed.' They would punch in letters to perform the commands."
"Wow. That is... that's primative." Sakura said, and carelessly dropped the key board. It rattled when it hit the floor.
Monoka said, "I agree."
Sakura looked around the room. "Do you know where we are?"
"No. We are off-line at the moment. We cannot be on Earth, since all parts of Earth have online service everywhere, but-"
"Monoka, what about Mars?"
"Possibly. But we must be on Earth, since the gravitational pull right now is 9.8. The only planet OR moon in the solar-system that has an approximit 9.8 gravitational pull is Earth."
"So are you saying... we are in a different solar-system?" She said with a sense of helplessness laced in her voice.
"No... Well, I cannot be too sure. The molecules in the air are less toxic than Earth. You can take off your mask."
Sakura whimpered. She was a bad ass general on Earth, but now she didn't know where she was. She felt pathetic.
She looked around the room again.
Holy crap!
Someone was standing on the staircase, watching her.
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Minutes before...
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"Li Syaoran!" A woman shrieked as Syaoran entered his house.
"Hai, okaa-san?" He flinched.
"Where have you been? I've been trying to call you all night!" His mother admonished.
He frowned. He didn't hear his phone ring.
"Sorry..."
She gave hime the evil eye, Syaoran shrank under her intense gaze.
She said, "You better be! I'll deal with you in the morning!" and walked away.
It was about 1:00am. He had been at Eriol's ever since he left the abandoned house.
Syaoran liked Eriol's house because one: his mom made awesome food and two: Eriol's hot older sister Nakuru was there.
He smiled to himself and walked up the stairs to his room.
Once he was inside, he shut the door behind him and took off all his cloths except for his boxers and left them on the floor.
He flopped down on his bed.
What a day! Eriol was completely psycho, throwing sage at him. He ran his hand through his hair, feeling something in it. He used his nails to dig it out.
He looked at it. Sage.
He rolled over to his side and thought... Where was his cell phone?
He sat up on his bed.
Syaoran loved his new 'slvr' cell phone.
He got up and snatched his pants that he had just thrown on the floor. He stuck a hand in the front pocket. Then back pocket.
His wallet and cell phone were missing.
He thought: Probably left it in the car.
He put on an old white shirt and slippers then walked out of his room. He headed back outside and opened his car door.
No cell phone. His heart sank.
"Shit." He said. He must have left it at the abandoned house, because he suddenly realized he didn't have it in Eriol's house.
He stood there for a while and comtemplated.
He could get it in the morning... but... someone could steal it, since after all, it was an abandoned house...
Syaoran decided to go get it that very instant. He jumped in his car and hit the road.
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Later at the house-
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Syaoran parked in front of the house by the sidewalk and got out of his car.
It was... creepy. Tomoeda was a nice town, but Syaoran believed in ghosts and poltergist and stuff like that. It was the middle of the night, plus he was only wearing boxers and a shirt, he felt a little exposed.
It was the time of night where if you thought of a creepy thought, it would turn into a creepier thought, then you start thinking of scary movies with you being the one who gets killed and all the shit that scares you shitless.
He walked into the house.
He was freaked out, he had to admit. But just a tad bit, though...
Syaoran made his way to the basement. The old wooden floor creeked beneath him with every step he took.
He walked to the door. And walked down a few steps.
Holy shit. There was someone down there. He froze. His heart stopped beating, practically.
Shit.
The guy was dressed in all black and had like two freaky ass guns strapped to him. He was holding a third gun. The room was dimly light from the moonlight outside, making the whole room look extra-creepy.
Crap. Syaoran was frozen, rooted to the ground. He could not move. Shit.
The guy looked like he just came from a Star Wars convention. He had on all black and had on a strange Star Wars-looking black helmet that covered his entire head.
Plus the guy was talking to himself. Shit. Shit shit shiiiiit.
"Monoka, what about Mars?"
The voice, Syaoran recognized, was feminine. So the guy wasn't a guy... probably. That made Syaoran feel a little better. A little.
"So are you saying... we are in a different solar-system?"
Whoa, this chick was crazy. Syaoran's heart started to beat faster. He stood as quietly and as silently as he could.
The girl whimpered.
She was turning around.
Oh fuck, the crazy girl was turning around. She was going to spot him! Run Syaoran, RUN!
Too late. They spotted each other. Well, the girl saw Syaoran. Suddenly, she was expertly aiming the third freaky gun at him.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit." Syaoran was scared shitless.
Awkward.
"..."
"Fuck!" Syaoran cried, and put up his arms, practically saying, I surrender!
"Fuck?" The girl said."Oh!" She lowered the deadly looking weapon. Syaoran whimpered.
Judging from her body figure, Syaoran could tell she was a woman. Her entire outfit was quite strange. It was all black, except for two large, slanted, parallel red lines across her chest. (/)
Syaoran whispered. "Yeah, fuck."
She laughed dryly. "You are telling me!"
Yes. Yes he was.
She continued. "Could you tell me where I am?"
Her voice was muffled, a bit like Darth Vadar's voice from Star Wars. Except that he could not hear whenever she inhaled or exhaled.
Syaoran blinked. Well, she got here, she should know. "Um. A basement."
She said, "Where?"
He said, "A house..."
She sighed in annoyance and shifted her gun. Oh shit.
He said quickly, "Tomoeda..."
She said, "Tomoeda?"
He said, "Yea."
"I have never heard of it..." She mumble to herself.
"Japan." Syaoran added.
"Ja-pan? Where the fuck is that?" She shouted.
"Asia?" Syaoran added nervously.
"Sounds firmiliar." She said quiety.
"Um... Earth?" Syaoran tried.
She froze. "No way."
Syaoran concluded that this girl was a psycho-freak. He was still standing on the stairs and she was still standing by the time machine, looking like Miss-Star-Wars-Psycho-Fan-to-the-Extreme.
Wait a minute.
Star Wars.
Time machine.
Huh.
Okay. Again.
Star Wars.
Time machine.
Confused girl.
Huh.
Syaoran scratched his head.
Okay.
Star Wars.
Time machine.
Confused girl.
Magic...
Wait a minute... Where did the star fish go?
Oh shit. It couldn't have worked. The time machine was crap. The magic was crap, it couldn't have worked.
... But. It did.
He felt a little more confident now. He should help her out, she was from the future, probably more confused and scared than he was.
"So..." Syaoran said smoothly. "What's your name?"
No answer. Rejection. Totally denied.
Wow. He felt stupid.
She was talking to herself again.
"Ja-pan? When was there a Ja-pan? Or Asia?" She paused. "The guy said we were on Earth." She paused. "I do not want to take off my mask!"
Syaoran felt a little uncomfortable now. Forget the girl, he was tired and wanted to go home. Why was he there? Oh yeah, his phone.
He spotted his phone and wallet glimmering on the work table.
Okay, he could just slowly go over there and get it, then run. Yeah, that's what he'd do...
He walked down the stairs slowly, trying not to attract the girl's attention. The girl kept talking about elements and energy and no, she didn't want to take of her mask.
He kept his eyes on the weapons strapped to the girl.
He was about 10 feet away from the table...
"Hey!" She said. Syaoran stopped and nearly shitted himself.
"Y-yes?" He studdered.
"What year is it?" She asked.
"Uh... 2006..."
"... A.D.?"
"Yes."
She laughed a dark and hollow laugh. He couldn't see her face or anything because of her helmet, and her black outfit kind of blended in with the dark. Every part of her body was covered in the black body suit, even her hands.
"What year are you from?" He asked, slowly walking to his cell phone.
Well, maybe he should help her out. After all, its was kind of his fault she was here.
"1200 G.D." She said.
What?
"G.D?" What the fuck.
"Giro della donna. I do not want to... Ah, forget it." She sighed. "I think I am behind 2000 years."
Holy shit! 2000 years! SHIT!
No wonder she was talking to herself! She must be talking to... a super computer... and her outfit, holy shit.
"I can help you!" Syaoran exclaimed.
She voice lightened. "You can?"
He said, "Yes, i brought you here!"
"You did." She said darkly.
"I'm very sorry! I can take you back, eventually, but I don't know how I brought you here, you see, my friend, he's stupid, he was messing around with..." Syaoran rambled away.
The mask tilted to the side. "Okay."
"Uhhh I guess you can stay with me..." He breathed.
"Do you live here?" She asked.
"No..."
If she wasn't wearing a mask, he would be able to tell that she raised an eyebrow at him.
"Come with me, and I'll explain!"
He grabbed his cell phone and wallet and walked out of the creepy basement.
"Wait a moment. How do I know you aren't tricking with me?" She asked.
"Um... Cause I don't even know you?" He said. "And besides, you have those..." He pointed to the guns.
She nodded and followed him.
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The car ride was... awkward. There was a girl in his car, looking like she popped out of a Star Wars movie. Her whole entire body was covered. The girl was silent. The front of the helmet/mask was facing the window the whole way to his house. Syaoran debated if he should talk or not but he decided against it.
He had thousands of questions to ask her, but it could wait.
When they arrived at his house, he got out and opened the girl's door for her... since she didnt understand that saying 'open' wouldn't open it.
She got out. It was an odd sight but Syaoran didn't care. She was still wearing her helmet.
He led her inside.
"Shh... my mom doesn't know I'm out... and she'll freak out if she sees you."
He led her inside his room and shut the door.
She started talking to herself again.
"Monoka, air?" She paused. "Okay."
She took off her mask.
Syaoran expected her to be really ugly and half robot. But she wasn't.
Her face was beautiful. She had messy brown hair that was in a bun. She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. But there was something different about her than he had seen in every other person he had ever encountered.
She had a strange, alien beauty about her, a bit like Uma Thurman but a lot more pretty and a lot less creepy.
Her complexion was perfect and her face glowed without a blemish. Her nose had a perfect slope and was placed on the dead center of her face. Her lips were unnaturally smooth and darker than they should have been. Her eyelashes were dark and thick, and her eyebrows were immaculatly perfect.
But her eyes were the most perculiar things. The iris of her eyes looked like actual stones. Emerald and jade. The whites of her eyes were actually a bright and shiny white color, not dull or drawn with tiny viens.
"What are you wearing?" She asked. Syaoran snapped out of his daze and realized he was wearing boxers. His hands automatically moved infront of his crotch, embarrassed.
"Uh... cloths. You want some?" He said, feeling very self-consious.
"No." She said bluntly while scanning his own cloths.
What was wrong with what he was wearing? Besides the fact that... it was his underwear.
"Um... it's really late. You can go to sleep if you're tired..." Syaoran said.
"Alright." To Syaoran's relief, the girl set down her guns and shut them off by saying "Off.". The guns hummed for a moment, then stopped.
"Just for your information, do not touch those." The girl gestured to the three gun type things. "I do not know if you are firmiliar with what happened if one tries to activate a weapon like that, so just do not touch it, okay?"
"Okay." Syaoran stiffened."Oh. You can sleep on my bed," He pointed to his bed. "and I'll sleep on the floor." He stupidly pointed to the floor.
"...Right." The girl said. She began to remove her clothing. Syaoran stood wide-eyed and mouth open as took of her cloths.
The girl raised her eyebrows.
"S-sorry!" Syaoran stuttered, and turned around.
"Relax!" Syaoran heard an article of clothing plop to the ground. "I am not naked.."
He blushed
"You can turn around now."
He turned around, embarassed. Her outfit was on a neat pile on the floor. She was wearing a long-sleeved black... shirt? Also, black short-shorts. It looked like they were made out of a kind of Nylon material that clung to her body.
Underwear of the future?
Her neck and hands were exposed, as well and her legs and feet. She had very nice legs, Syaoran thought.
He had expected her skin to be stark white, be she was actually quite tan.
"Excuse me for asking, but it is customary to leave your cloths on the floor?" The girl asked, looking at the mess on the floor.
He knew he should have cleaned his room. How embarrassing!
"No! I'm sorry, I am just really lazy..." Syaoran frowned, and began picking up dirty cloths and shoving them into an already stuffed hamper. "I could hang your cloths in my closet, if you want."
"Sure." The girl picked up her cloths, helmet, and boots, then handed them to Syaoran. "Thank you."
"So.. what's your name?" Syaoran asked.
"S-6/K-8." She said. "You?"
Uhh. Wha-?
"Syaoran Li..."
S-6/K-8 nodded. She sat on Syaoran's bed and watched as he hung her cloths on plastic hangers. He placed her helmet and boots inside on the floor.
"Could you put your..." He pointed to the guns. "In there? I think it would be safer if-."
"Of course." She stood up and walked over to the three guns, picked them up, and to Syaoran's suprise, threw them carelessly into the closet. There was a sickening thud. "You said you lived with your mother?" She inquired.
He nodded.
"Oh, well then it would be a good idea to keep those away from anyone. They are exceptionally... fatal."
Syaoran blinked.
S-6/K-8 sat back down on the bed. "How old are you?" She asked.
"Eighteen." Syaoran answered.
"How do you calculate age?" She asked.
"In years... or, the time it takes for the Earth to travel around the sun once."
He could not believe he was having this odd conversation. The time it takes for the Earth... How bizarre!
"It will not change much..." S-6/K-8 said thoughfully.
Syaoran really wanted to sleep, really wanted to ask S-6/K-8 questions, and really wanted the courage to do so. But he did not. He decided to sleep, but first, he needed to grab a few blankets and extra pillows for himself.
"Hold on for a bit, I gotta grab some stuff from the hall really quick." He said.
"Alright." S-6/K-8 said.
He left the room and went into the hallway. He opened a closet and quickly grabbed a bunch of blankets and two pillows. Then he darted back into his room and locked the door behind him.
To his suprise, S-6/K-8 was lying on his bed, over the covers, sleeping on her side.
That was quick.
Syaoran arranged the blankets on the floor and set down his pillows. He turned off the light and the room became illuminated with the faint moonlight from outside. He quickly glanced at S-6/K-8, then laid on the floor, adjusting his head on his pillows.
To Syaoran, this wasn't quite real. It seemed fake. Who finds a girl from the distant future and has her asleep in their room thirty minute after they meet?
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an: yaaay i got 2 reviews:happy dance: thanks sakuracharm and dbzgtfan2004... if it wasn't for you guys, then i would have forgotten about this, lol.
okay, just some random comments on the story...
G.D stands for 'giro della donna'... its italien. Sakura willexplain itin WAAAY later chapters... i think like 8 or 9. (haha, i have up until like chapter 7 done already) so... review plz! i was soo happy when i saw i gotsome reviews.
hey have you ever noticed that there isn't a lot of sci-fi stuff? and most of these stories are friggen romance... sheesh... (lol, this one is too)