*Syaoran comes up to reader and puts hand on forehead*
Syaoran: Are you okay? You’re actually coming to read *her* stories?
*Sakura comes and drags him off. Furious arguments are heard*
Er…well…anyway, like he said, you’re actually back! I have to admit, my stories really suck. As in sucking so bad they go allllll the way down to the-opposite-of-Heaven. So I don’t blame you if you throw up.
Syaoran: *muffled voice* You got that right! What kind of a prolo?lt;P>
*thunk*
Sakura: Don't mind us?lt;P>
O.O; Anyway, I’m in my Silver Angel mood today. Not very happy because I was dragged around Flushing to get checkups, stabbed with a needle 4 times (okay, maybe not *stabbed*?, got a *very* *ugly* hair cut, walked in the rain for about 3 blocks, rode the bus while checking to make sure I was on the *right* bus about 15 times, finding out I *was* on the wrong bus when its last stop was 10 stops before the actual stop it was supposed to stop at (those buses need to get their schedules checked!), waiting in the rain for another 10 minutes, then getting home to find that my dad expected me to do *homework*, and finally, getting a neck cramp for staring at the computer too long. Plus, the needles *hurt*…arm hurts each time I move *and* when I’m not even moving it.
Sigh.
Now you know why Sakura shut Syaoran up so quickly. ^_^
*Sakura merely grins and hugs the wrapped-up-in-some-kind-of-bag-you-don’t-even-want-to-know-where-it-had-been Syaoran. Syaoran is no doubt a tomato red.*
Sakura: You’re not touching him!
Riiiiight…anyway…I decided to make the chapter a bit longer. If you’re going to read these stories, you might as well have something *longer* and hopefully *better* to read…it took me about 30 seconds to finish reading the prologue. -_-; Gomen, gomen…and if anyone’s having trouble with the Japanese vocabulary, e-mail me and I’ll start to add them in future chapters. But mind you, I do NOT have a lot of time…and the fact that this series is really depressing me because it’s not coming out the way I wanted it to?_-;
Disclaimers: CCS, of course, doesn’t belong to me, but belongs to CLAMP and all those other all-too-powerful-rich-with-lawyers companies. I don’t have any money if you sue me. Instead, I spend lots of it trying to get CCS mangas and anime. -^^- Which, in terms of the anime, I’m *not* happy with the way it ended. Not at all. Ooh, wait until I get my hands on the story makers?sniffle* It was so bitter sweet…the ending music video? *sob*
Warning: May contain spoilers in future chapters, depending on your level of knowledge.
Key
~…~ stands for thoughts
(? AN, or Author’s Notes
*? stand for emphasis on words, but in ANs they sometimes stand for actions
Words in CAPS are either shouting or emphasis, and sometimes both
~~~~~~ stand for POV changes, or even style changes, like from first-person to third person
------- stand for scene changes
Dreams
A CCS Fanseries
Chapter 2: Soul Mates
AKA
Kindred Spirits
By Angel of Saturn (e-mail: AngelOfSaturn3@aol.com )
I’m currently feeling: very depressed because I haven’t finished my homework yet and…see above for full details. -_-;
Currently: sulking about very sore arm and neck cramp. Silver Angel mood, ‘cause I can revive enough to make lame jokes. ^^;
Quote of the Day: Mind you, it’s far more dark than I would’ve liked…would’ve been used on Silver Shadow mood, but one of my best friends made it up AND I thought it described Syaoran’s feelings…in a *VERY* very dark way. Darkdarkdark.
“What is love…what is a heart when one can't find the way...what is life when one is alone.?
Eeee…creepy…but cool, in a creepy way. ^-^; Did that make any sense?
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“Tomoyo-chan,?I sigh for the millionth time, “Why are you videotaping me again??
“Because you’re just so kawaii!?Tomoyo giggled. “Ohohoho?
Sometimes, she *really* scares me. “Well…er…ah! Tomoyo-chan, we’re here!?
??lt;P>
“T…tomoyo-chan?
“Ah, Sakura-chan! Gomen nasai…I was just trying to adjust the settings so that I could get the best picture possible?
Like I said, she can be very weird sometimes, falling into light trances that involve staring off into space with starry eyes…but she’s my best friend, and I’ve known her *forever*…I should expect this by now.
I enter the shop, Tomoyo following me with her video camera, and I squeal with delight as my senses are assaulted. “KAWAII! Oh, Tomoyo-chan, look at that doll! Ne, doesn’t it look like Kero-chan? Wait, don’t tell him I said that. If only I had more money? Ne, ne, don’t you think that I’ll have enough money to buy some of this candy too??
Tomoyo merely said, “Hai, hai?, happily video taping. She moved back, taking in the whole store along with…well, *me*, I guess. Snatching up the notebook I had seen the other day through the window and some candies, I run back to her and begin to try to calculate how much everything would cost. Math was *never* my forte?lt;P>
I hear the door slide open. By habit, I turn around expectantly, but this time…something’s tugging at me…something going to happen?lt;P>
~~~~~~~
I stroll down the almost-familiar streets of Toemeda. With a jolt of guilt, I open my senses and start to scan the surrounding area belatedly. ~Baka!~ I tell myself. ~You totally forgot!~ However, it’s clear that the Clow Cards were recently scattered in this town…only a fool could have done it. Sensing a slight burst of power to my left, I glance at the store as I fine-tune my senses. Something, somebody with power and the faint aura of Clow Cards passed by recently. ~Wouldn’t hurt to go in and take a look…~ Maybe the fool was in there. I remember that someone would have to have a good amount of magical power to even open the book?lt;P>
I walk through the automatic doors with slight anticipation. ~Maybe…just maybe…~
The store is mostly empty, so it’s normal that my eyes would catch on the only people in the store. But now, thinking back, it’s as if some force pulled my eyes to the auburn-haired girl crouched on the floor with an armful spilling over with sweets and a notebook. She was talking animatedly with her purple-haired friend—was she holding a video camera? How strange—and as I entered she turned around like she was expecting me. White suddenly filled my vision, and all I could see was the silhouette of that girl. What?
Deep, sparkling eyes, my favorite color?lt;P>
~~~~~~~
(It’s third person now. ^^; This is what I mean by POV changes and such, so expect this in the future?gt;_<;)
Syaoran’s soul burst though the guard he had so carefully put up around himself, and finally his forest green aura shone true, unhindered by his emotions or thoughts. Sakura’s warm light pink aura shimmered even brighter than normal, to a point where it was almost blinding. Threads of light from each aura stretched out and wound together with the other threads, singing with joy with the bursts of silver that announced their unison. They merged to form a glowing connection between them, swirling with green and pink and flashing with silver.
~~~~~~~
I snapped back abruptly, like I was waking from a dream. Reality crashed back around me, and I found that my vision was blurred. I raised a trembling hand to my check and I felt wetness.
Tears.
I stared at my finger in disbelief. How? I can’t even remember the last time I had cried—did I ever cry before?—and here, at the simple glance at that girl…I snap my head up. However hard I try to scrub the tears away, they still remain, but I can see well enough to make out the two girls. From the distressed sounds that the purple-haired one was making, the other girl was in a similar state to mine…I growl furiously. Who was this *girl* to make me break down like this?! Making sure to take in some of her physical appearances, however blurred they were by my…my *tears.*
A chill runs through me even as I leave the store. Whatever had happened in there was not natural. By the way the senses were singing away at me, and how the tears trickled slowly to a stop as a walked further and further away from the store and its occupants, this was most definitely not ordinary.
But most definitely, an aura of magic.
~~~~~~~~~
I can’t help but weep, those mysterious amber eyes burned into my mind. It’s as if they had seen right through me?lt;P>
“Sakura-chan? Sakura-chan??A hand, shaking my shoulder, and the same gentle but worried voice I have known for so long. Desperately, I cling to the last trace of something familiar as I feel my sobs recede. Tomoyo’s face blurs into existence above me, concerned. “What happened? Are you okay? Sakura-chan??
The tears dry abruptly. Even though I’m hiccuping a bit, the tears don’t come. That feeling is fading…I turn my head. The boy has disappeared. Strange?lt;P>
“What happened??Tomoyo repeats. God, she’s like a mother to me?lt;P>
“I don’t know? I feel new tears welling up in my eyes from frustration. “I don’t know!?
I can feel Tomoyo softening, her curiosity and worry temporarily suppressed. “Shh…don’t worry, you don’t have to know. It’s okay? She draws me into a hug, and I fall willingly into it. My best friend…my cousin. What would I do without her? She’s like a second mother to me…and a best friend. But even she doesn’t have all the answers…I feel a pang of regret. Am I so weak?
~*To Be Continued?*~
Wow. A whole page longer than the last chapter. Yay. -_- This series is going to be put on hold until further notice! Why? Simply because it is increasingly depressing as I compare them to other fics and bash my head into the wall. ^_^; Although I had planned on making this chapter longer, and even though I did have more time to write it (dammit, about three months! Just to write this piece of crap! O.o), I kept lagging and putting it off. And now Piggy Ho Ho has a deadline, giving me a good reason to write a chapter before a 3 month deadline. Can you believe it? 3 months and I can’t even write a itty bitty little chapter. Pathetic, ne? -_-;; Gyaaaah…I need a better schedule.
And the fact that the AN takes up about a page AGAIN is NOT inspiring. >.< Influenced by SM ‘ficcies. But hey, I enjoy reading long ANs. I guess it wore off. -_-; The story itself is like non-existent, with NO plot whatsoever, and the ANs are just my regular insane ramblings. Geh. >.< Suimasen?spelling? It means sorry, in a more polite way than Gomen nasai)
Oh yeah, and if anyone is wondering why I added that little strange bit...well, Jenny was discussing that with me one day. She said that one of her teachers had told them that when soul mates meet, they’ll burst into tears at the same time. O.o Interesting…and then I toyed around with the idea that S+S could be soul mates (whoa! Too much Sailor Moon!), and ta da! -_-; Well, the concept was interesting…I just don’t know if S+S are soul mates. But that’s interesting too…^_^
Hmm. Another reason as to why this fic is going much more slower is that I’m working on another one-shot. Picture Perfect was accepted much better than I had expected (although it could’ve been much better?gt;_<), so I’m working on another long S+S mushy Christmas fic. And yes, it’s also into the future. Again. -_- Do you see a pattern here? Geh. But anyway, the main reason as to why this fic is more or less coming to a screeching halt…I didn’t plan my time correctly. I work on my fics when I have time, and that’s scattered around into lots and lots of places because my mom sent me to some...I don’t even know what it is. Some kind of summer school that assigns lots of homework and forces me to sleep at 2 AM, wake up at 6 AM, every day. -_-; Not fun. Gomen, gomen! ;_;
Until the next rare moment of freedom,
Angel of Saturn
[Finally] finished on July 6, 2000