Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ All I Need... ❯ Greetings and Meetings ( Chapter 3 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Syaoran sat at his kitchen counter, and glared at his new phone. Since he’d hooked it up, it had been ringing off the hook, his new answering machine full of messages. Most of them were from Eriol, all asking for him to call him back, and a few from his mother. He sighed as the phone rang yet again, on the caller id it clearly read, Hiigarizawa. Syaoran sighed, figuring he couldn’t just ignore it forever and picked up the phone.



“Hello," He grumbled. There was a deep chuckle on the other end, and Syaoran sighed.



“So glad you finally picked up. Look Syaoran, I know that maybe your feeling a little upset right now, and you must hate me. But there isn’t really much change, since you’ve always held a certain grudge with me. But that’s beside the point," Eriol continued to ramble, and Syaoran zoned out for a few moments. He let out a bored sigh, and looked up at the clock, the hands pointing to ten o’clock.



“Eriol, just get to the point already, it’s getting late," Syaoran grumbled. Eriol chuckled.



“Well, I just think you should try to talk to Sakura again, gain back a friendship and then work from there," Eriol pointed out. Syaoran just laughed, and shook his head.



“Please, I gave her all these letters I’d written her over the years, when I thought we still shared our feelings. I’m sure I’ve scared her away for good. Besides, by the way she acted around that boy, I can tell she’s clearly moved on and doesn’t have any feelings for me anymore. She’s wiped her slate clean of me," Syaoran sighed. Eriol was silent for a while, and then he too sighed.



“Syaoran, she’s merely forgotten the bond that you had. I know it wasn’t your fault you never got to talk to her and keep your connection, but still she must of figured a while ago, you we’re never going to come back. She simply grew up and forgot. Just give it another shot, I know you two will find yourselves again. Look, I’ll meet you outside school tomorrow, and we can pretend as if nothing has happened. I can even re-introduce you to her, or something. Syaoran just don’t give up hope yet," Eriol said. Syaoran thought it over, and in the end he agreed, knowing Eriol would just keep on badgering him until he gave in.



“Okay fine. But if things don’t work out, I’m just going to head on back to Hong Kong," Syaoran said dejectedly. Eriol chuckled and bid him farewell, before there was a click and the tone rang through. Syaoran sighed as he hung up his phone, and deleted all his messages.



“I hope you’re right Eriol. And that this little scheme of yours works…whatever it is," Syaoran griped. He decided to head for bed, and try and forget about the day’s events.










The next morning the sun was high in the sky, and the air was clean. Syaoran stood on the school stairs, resting against the stone railing, he fidgeted with the tie of his school uniform, he’d picked up the uniform the night before. His amber eyes quickly scanned the area, as he searched out his only friend. But he had yet to see the scheming magician approach. Syaoran sighed, and ran a nervous hand through his hair, causing it to appear unruly and after he’d spent most of the morning gelling it to look neat.



“Where is he?," Syaoran asked under his breath. He sighed again, and glanced at his watch Eriol was ten minutes late, maybe he could forgive him. As Syaoran looked up from his watch he noticed that a group of girls watched him, he sighed choosing to ignore their impish stares.



“Syaoran, you actually showed up," Came a voice. Syaoran smirked and turned to the tall dark hair boy approaching him.



“Yeah, and you’re late. I’ve been waiting forever," Syaoran said slightly annoyed. Eriol just laughed casually, and swung his blue blazer over his shoulder. He gazed at Syaoran with a faint shimmer of crude attitude.



“Yeah, but at least I’m here. Don’t push my buttons, or I just might reconsider helping you out," Eriol smirked. Syaoran rolled his eyes, and turned to look at the group of girls again. They now scanned the two boys, and chatted about Eriol and his relationship with Tomoyo. Syaoran just sighed, and his head fell back slightly as he gazed at the sky.



“I can’t believe I’m back here," He said quietly. Eriol looked at him strangely, and then chuckled.



“I know, you probably thought that the clan would keep you locked up forever…but regardless times have changed. You should thank your mother, it is mainly because of her you are even here," Eriol suggested. Syaoran sat up and look at the boy.



“What do you mean?," He questioned. Eriol shook his head.



“You mean you didn’t know. Your mother explained to me in her letter. You were going to be sent off America, for more training in a different culture. But she kindly persuaded the clan leaders to send you back here, and to learn magic from yours truly," Eriol explained. Syaoran laughed, not believing the cocky boys answer.



“Please, you couldn’t possible teach me anything," He laughed. Eriol just rolled his eyes.



“I have already taught you many things, many things including about love," He replied simply. Syaoran paused, and his cheeks flushed, as he quickly avoided Eriol’s knowing gaze.



“Yeah, whatever Eriol," He muttered bitterly. Eriol just rolled his eyes at the boy, before taking a seat on the steps. He leaned forward on his forearms, his blazer folded across his lap.



“Tomoyo said she’d talked to Sakura last night, and she told me that Sakura had read your letters…," Eriol paused, waiting to see Syaoran’s reaction. The amber eyed boy, simply watched him back, his emotions under control, “She told me Sakura felt so terrible for dismissing you, and not even recognizing you. Tomoyo also said she was having a hard time with the fact she’d have to tell you she’s dating Shing. And she knows that you’ll hate her, because she’s broken her promise to you… what was her promise?”.



“I don’t think it’s any of your business," Syaoran retorted, glaring slightly at the magician. Eriol sighed, nodding faintly.



“Yes, yes, Tomoyo replied the same way, only with less venom," He chuckled. Syaoran sat back, resting his palms on the rough surface of wall behind him, and looked up at the sky again.



“Why is it, you didn’t return to England with Ms. Mizuki?," Syaoran asked abruptly. Eriol looked at him a bit surprised, thinking over his answer before replying.



“…Well, because I fell in love. I know if circumstances had been different for you, you would of stayed behind for Sakura. Sometimes things just don’t work out they way you hoped, but I know Sakura will come to her senses soon enough. Deep down she still loves you, though she might not act it," Eriol replied. Syaoran heaved a heavy sigh, and looked to his friend then the group of girls, and back at the sky.



“Maybe," He said simply.










Later in the day, Syaoran found himself out in the courtyard, nervously pacing about underneath a large tree. Eriol had told him to wait there, and that he would meet him there, along with Tomoyo and Sakura. He continuously would look up to scan the area, on the look out for the tall magician. After a while he figured worrying about it wouldn’t get him anywhere, and so he took a seat on a large tree root that stuck out of the ground. He sighed, and leaned back against the tree to stare up through the branches, the sun shining high above him.



“Syaoran, get a grip," He told himself, and then he turned to see a group of familiar faces approach him. He took a deep breath and released it, getting to his feet and slipped his hands into the pockets of his blue pants.



“Syaoran, it’s been so long," Cried an ebony hair girl, she approached him and easily wrapped her pale arms around his strong neck. He smiled and stiffly hugged her back, before she pulled back, to give him a wink.



“Nice to see you too, Tomoyo," He replied quietly. He then turned to Eriol, and gave him a small nervous smile, before his eyes finally came to rest upon the beautiful auburn hair girl who stood beside Eriol. She smiled at him kindly, the faintest tinge of pink staining her cheeks.



“Syaoran… you’ve gotten so tall," She spoke softly, her green eyes searching his. Syaoran smiled faintly, extending a hand to her. She paused a moment, seeming to re-think something before she approached him and hugged him gently. Syaoran surprised at first tensed, but when she didn’t release him right away, he slowly wrapped his arms around her small waist. He heard her sigh in his ear, the breath tickling his ear.



“I’ve missed you," She whispered, before pulling back her hands still poised on his shoulders her cheeks a brighter pink. Syaoran sighed, he almost wanted the moment to just freeze in time forever.



“Yeah, same here," He replied. Sakura dropped her hands, and he let her step back from him. Eriol seemed to smirk widely, and Tomoyo flashed Syaoran a quick smile.



“It’s amazing, your nearly as tall as Toya. It’s so unfair," Sakura joked, giving him a smile. Syaoran chuckled lightly, his heart racing as he watched her. He couldn’t complain, she was perfect. She certainly had gracious curves, and her skin holding a healthy tan, and her green eyes still shimmered with innocence.



“I think you’re just fine, the perfect height," Tomoyo commented. Sakura sighed shrugging.



“I guess. So Syaoran… how are your mother and sisters?," She asked. Syaoran let his eyes travel back to her eyes, a blush on his cheeks.



“Oh, their great. Mother told me to tell you hello, and my sisters asked me to get a picture of your brother, but you know them," He chuckled. Sakura laughed to, remembering how his sisters had fussed over her brother and Yukito.



“They certainly are unique," Tomoyo offered, giving a light giggle. Sakura smiled, her eyes drifting over Syaoran as he stood before her. He was handsome, very handsome, certainly no longer a boy. He was tall and had a tan face and skin, his muscles well developed, but lean.



“ Unique is just the nice way of putting it," Syaoran joked. He couldn’t help but notice the looks Sakura would give him. And he smiled, it been a long time since he’d felt truly happy. His happiness was short lived though when he noticed a tall boy approach them. It was the same boy he had seen with Sakura the other morning. This boy walked over to them with his hands tucked casually in his pockets, while his blazer hung in the crook of his arm, swaying as he walked. He had a nasty smirk plastered on his face, and his dark eyes were squinted in the sun.



“Hey," He shouted to the group. Sakura turned around, and blushed faintly seeing the boy. The boy’s gaze fell instantly on Sakura, and when he finally reached the group, he slipped an arm around Sakura’s waist pulling her close.



“Shing, you dog," Eriol scolded, though there was a smirk on his face. Syaoran glared at this Shing character, who now turned to him with a crude look in his dark eyes. Syaoran noticed his arm tighten on Sakura, as he offered his hand to him.



“Hi, I’m Shing. I don’t believe we’ve met before," Shing said, a note of haughtiness in his tone.



“I’m Syaoran," Syaoran replied, taking his hand and giving it a quick shake before he dropped his grip. Shing nodded, his black bangs falling across his forehead.



“So how do you all know each other?," Shing asked, glancing around the group. Eriol chuckled.



“Syaoran was a transfer student in elementary school. We all had been close friends. And He just moved back here, we were just catching up," Tomoyo replied, smiling at Shing.



“Oh, where a bout’s are you from?," Shing asked, turning to look at Syaoran.



“Hong Kong," Syaoran replied simply. Shing nodded.



“I have an Aunt who lives there. It’s a nice place, if you like the city," Shing said, with a shrug. Syaoran smiled half heartedly and glanced at Eriol, who was watching him.



“Yeah, for a city. I prefer Tomoeda, though. The fresh air is a welcome change," Syaoran replied. Eriol gave a nod.



“Yes, I’d agree. London was heavily polluted, and I enjoy the simplicity of this town," Eriol said. Tomoyo smiled slipping her hand into his and intertwining their fingers. Syaoran felt a twinge of jealousy shoot through him as Shing leaned in close to Sakura and whispered something into her ear. She blushed a deeper shade of red, and Shing chuckled turning back to the group.



“Well, it’s been nice meeting you, Syaoran," Shing said, giving a nod. Sakura smiled apologetically as she and Shing left the group. When they had disappeared back into the lunch room, Eriol let out a chuckle seeing the deadly glare that Syaoran had on his face.



“Don’t say a word Eriol. I don’t want to hear it," He said spitefully. He turned and left then, his stride was stiff with his irritation. Eriol stood there a moment before he sighed and smiled down a Tomoyo.



“I ’d say he’s still in a bad mood," He chuckled. Tomoyo sighed, and gave him a peck on the cheek.



“He just needs time to adjust to the changes. Just leave him be, for now," She said. Eriol nodded, and then let Tomoyo tug him back into the school.










Above in the sky the moon was hanging low, casting eerie shadows over the quiet apartment. Syaoran stood on his balcony gazing at the dark obis above him.



“I don’t like that Shing guy,” He said hostilely. He saw again in his mind that boy, the way he had grabbed Sakura’s waist, and held her. His eyes had a sinister aura, and that stupid cocky smirk he wore. Syaoran took in a strained breath, trying to calm the rage that surged through him. There wasn’t any use getting all worked up over it, no matter how much Syaoran disliked the fact. Sakura was with Shing now.