Yay! As promised, an update! I was recently looking over my fan-fics- CCS AND YuYuHakusho- and I just now realized that a lot of them have my two favorite characters- Yue and Kurama- in either sick beds or other dangerous situations. I think I'm addicted to drama and suspense. A lot of my stories are turning out like soap operas! Or so my mother calls them. Also, I'm using the Japanese translations in almost all of my CCS stories now, so if it switches on you then that's why. Any way, have fun!
Eriol was still staring dumbly at the floor even after Yue had been carried up to the guest bedroom to lie down. "Clow, son, you need to get up. That little girl doesn't know how to lower fevers." Spoke his mother calmly. She still got no reply. "Listen boy, if you don't get up there he may DIE!" Half-yelled his father. That got him moving for sure. Tears dried up and forgotten, Clow took over Eriol' s body and raced up the stairs as if the bloody hounds of Hades were hot on his trail. The reincarnation was by HIS- self proclaimed- angel's side in less than five seconds running cool healing energy down his back and neck while at the same time attempting to sing to the being. Needless to say, the off key pitches and sourly missed high notes awoke Yue who proceeded to sing in perfect harmony with the boy until the melody was once again beautiful. Amazed beyond belief at the moon child's voice, Eriol began to sing a song that he was sure Yue new, but also one that no one else could sing even if they new the lyrics by heart. It was a song that Clow had composed especially for Yue to harmonize.
In the master's garden,
In the master's garden there are a many g lade,
Of willow flowers, lilies, love and forget-me-nots in the shade;
On moonlit nights I wander, thru meadows, here and gone,
But none I find as lovely as the garden's little lawn;
In the master's garden as I laze about in the s hade,
The master sings it to me as a mindless dreamer's daze.
Yue' s voice, though strained, could still pass as a soprano's any day while technically being a rich tenor. It always amazed Clow and astounded Eriol to no end. They adored his singing for a while before it gave way to the virus and the precious angel had to stop. It was almost mid-night and though his temperature had gone down his fever hadn't completely broken. It was a start but Eriol was secretly glad to know it wasn't over. It would mean spending more time with the guardian and he was definitely excited about that.
Okay, tell me what you think so far.