Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Following the Melodious Dreams ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Following the Melodious Dreams

By Kara Kasai

Disclaimer: My wish is to own CCS… but I don't so… I can say I don't own CCS!!!!!!!!!! Wish I did…

OK!!!!!! Please review at the end of reading this chap!

The amber-eyed sailor squinted out the vast ocean. He saw that the ship was nearing to the docks of England.

"Land ahoy!!!!" he shouted.

"Hold up, Little Wolf!!!!" his fellow sailor called.

Li Syaoran smiled. He had messy and unruly chestnut hair, and cool amber eyes. He was the son of Captain and Goodwife* Li.

"Little Wolf!" Li Yelan called seriously. She was a very strict and serious woman, with modern thoughts. "Please, come down! Remember, you need to find the ship's goods," she reminded her son.

"Yah, yah…" Syaoran muttered. "I will!"

The cool azure waves gently rocked and cradled the large ship. The breeze carried the scent of salt, and lilacs. The scene was cold and foggy, in a gray mist. It was still early morning, but there were so many things to do… Slowly, Syaoran unloaded the cargo, with the help of his fellow sailors.

*

Tomoyo slowly fixed Sakura's hair.

"Thank you, Tomoyo-chan…" Sakura spoke up in Japanese. "Now… let me do your hair. We will be visiting my brother… he will take us to the theatre, and I will send the letter…"

Tomoyo obediently obliged.

Sakura brushed Tomoyo's hair into a graceful and loose bun. "Oh, Tomoyo, you have lovely hair…" she murmured. "You must be gracious to accept a gift…" Sakura went to her bureau, and took out a fancy dress.

Tomoyo gasped, and shook her head. "I can't… Thee 'tis be so kind, but I cannot accept…"

"Oh, but you must!" Sakura exclaimed. "We will be going to theatre, and there is a ticket for you! Tomoyo, this is not for prideful reasoning, or pity. I want to be your friend… 'tis a gift."

Tomoyo gave in to Sakura's honest speech. "Oh, fine, if I must…"

Sakura smiled in satisfaction.

Tomoyo quickly changed into the soft violet dress. I've never felt, Tomoyo thought, so… so soft fabric…

"It's made for you…" Sakura commented, as she changed into a rose colored dress.

Soon, the two young ladies left the boarding school, in a prettied carriage, drawn by two mares**.

"Oh, Tomoyo, you'll like my brother. He likes to tease, but he's very nice…" Sakura said thoughtfully.

All Tomoyo could do was nod. Maybe, she thought, there is some good in the world…

The carriage came to a halt, in front of a refined and large house. A young man stood there.

"Touya!" Sakura exclaimed joyfully.

"They haven't changed you from a monster yet, huh?" he teased. He was Kinomoto Touya, twenty-three-years-old.

"Touya! Watashi-wa kaijuu de-nai des***," Sakura groaned. "This is Daidouji Tomoyo…" she introduced.

Touya raised an eyebrow. He recognized the name Daidouji. I've heard that name recently, he decided. Daidouji… I remember a Daidouji from Japan… Daidouji Sonomi, great inventor… and Daidouji… her husband… "Kinomoto Touya…" He held his hand out.

Tomoyo took the hand and shook it, to the modern ideas.

"Well, Sakura, the next ship to America is already at the docks. And they will be leaving tomorrow at noon… if we want to send the letter, it needs to be sent now. We can go to the docks. I have a friend there…" Touya stated.

Sakura nodded. "Should we get a cabbie, or will we be walking?" she asked.

"We'll walk. I need to get my books from the bookstore…" he decided.

"Oh, Yukito's???" Sakura questioned.

Tsukishirou Yukito was Touya's best friend…

Touya nodded, and they began trotting along the stone paved roads to the docks and shops. Touya entered a bookstore, cozy and humble.

"Hey, Touya!" Yukito greeted warmly. "Hi, Sakura… and you are???"

"I'm Daidouji Tomoyo… You must be Yukito…" Tomoyo murmured.

"Hello, Tomoyo… Touya, your books are ready… here…" he gave Touya the books.

"Thanks, Yukito…" Touya thanked, and they left.

They headed for the docks, encountering the ship "Little Wolf".

"Nakuru???" Touya called out.

An amber-eyed boy came out. "Who are you?" he asked.

"Touya. Do you know where Nakuru is?" Touya answered with a grudge.

Syaoran scanned the people before him. That girl, he thought, is pretty. "Nakuru is…uh… shopping…"

"Typical Nakuru…" Sakura rolled her eyes. "What is your name?" she turned to Syaoran.

"Li Syaoran…" he answered. "Nakuru will be back in a half hour…"

"Well… could you give this to Nakuru, Syaoran??? Tell her, to give this to our father… to Goodman**** Kinomoto…" Sakura instructed.

"OK… and from???" Syaoran hinted.

"Sakura…" she answered. "Kinomoto Sakura…"

Syaoran nodded. Sakura… that means, he thought, cherry blossom…

*

The dark blue-eyed boy squinted into the alley. He adjusted his wiry framed glasses slowly, and dusted off imaginary dust. He was waiting, for some good gossip, or anything.

He had dark blue hair, and was the poor street kid. He could steal quite well… but he wasn't exactly poor. Hiiragizawa Eriol, fifteen-years-old, turned restlessly.

"Hiiragizawa!" a brown-haired boy shouted. It was Charlie.

Eriol nodded. "Hello, Charlie…"

"There's going to be a gang fight today!!!!! C'mon, will ya join????" Charlie begged. He knew that Eriol was quite a good fighter, using his wits and brains to win…

Eriol frowned. He didn't like fights. Sure, he liked plotting, but fighting… Well, Eriol reasoned, if my parents knew… they wouldn't be proud…

"You're not doubting again!" Charlie exclaimed. "Are you???? C'mon, you left your parents years ago!"

Eriol sighed. It was true. He had left his parents-a big mistake.

~flashback~

Seven-year-old Eriol muttered. He had been sent to his room, because of an innocent prank he had played.

"It's not fair…" he muttered. Of course, he hadn't understood how important the dinner was.

Eriol leaned against his door, trying to eavesdrop. His curiosity was getting the better of him.

"… but 'tis it be? Shan't thy mother country control????" the guest argued.

"Yes… but, such havoc!" Sir Hiiragizawa argued. He was the great noble knight…

Eriol muttered, "This isn't fair…" A plan was slowly forming in the young boy's mind… run away… Eriol carefully opened his door, and silently tiptoed across the floorboards of the long hall of the fancy house. He walked into the kitchen, and out of the back door-the servant's door. And he escaped into the harsh world.

~end of flashback~

"OK, Charlie. Just because… but I can't make it until after the play for tonight," Eriol decided.

"And that's beginning at seven, eh???? OK, we can hold up 'til nine… see you later!" Charlie saluted.

Eriol looked up into the troubled sky. He squinted into the foggy and heavy air, at the big clock of London.

"Oh, shit…" he swore. " 'tis be six thirty?"

He rushed down the street, to his small "house". It was a cozy and small cabin, he had made in the rural London… with his bare hands. He quickly changed from his threadbare, dirtied, and torn street clothes to a decent outfit. He washed his hands from the pitcher, and put his shoes on. Then, he raced out of the house to the theatre of local London.

OK… umm… please review!!!!!!! End of chapter!!!!! YAY!!!! Should I pair Touya up????? And with who???? I might pair him up… maybe… but I don't think so. He'll be a bachelor in this story, maybe… yup, Touya's going to be "the most eligible bachelor"! ^_^

~Kara

Notes:

*Goodwife is like… Mrs. Or such. The shortened version of Goodwife Li would be Goody Li. And they come from the "Americas". OK?????

**If you didn't know, a mare is a kind of horse. They are more refined, though.

*** "Watashi-wa kaijuu de-nai des" means "I am not a monster" from Japanese to English.

****Goodman is like Mr. OK???? And there isn't an abbreviation for it!!!

Postscript: Mind you that they speak funny, k? Well, it's olden times-if you want me to just speak like you would right now, then just tell me that, ok? Please review or send my e-mail at starlightjewel@hotmail.com, ok?

PPS: Anybody? Anybody know how to cure the worst disease for any writer-the Writer's Block, the worst come-and-go disease ever? -no, it's not the worst, but... eh... nevermind...