Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ The Mix of Love and Time ❯ Time ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Snuffanoggle 
This is Time, Time has no feeling...
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 206 | Status: Work In Progress
This is Time, Time has no feeling...
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 206 | Status: Work In Progress
I don't own any CCS characters
Deep in the corners of the strictest fathoms of the galaxy there stood a boy of ten
surrounded by deep depressing darkness of time. In the society of time every move every
thought was foretold and tediously watched as to prevent any uncontrolled emotions such
as fear or anger …even love.
Deep in the corners of the strictest fathoms of the galaxy there stood a boy of ten
surrounded by deep depressing darkness of time. In the society of time every move every
thought was foretold and tediously watched as to prevent any uncontrolled emotions such
as fear or anger …even love.
No, things uncontrolled left uncontrolled possibilities and in turn cause a chain of events that could destroy the entire way of life…that could never happen.
The almost man watched with earth brought eyes as a blue haired boy was
slowly cleansed and bled to become pure of any worldly thoughts. He grimaced at the
sight of blood but this ancient ritual had to be better than what his sisters suffered,
anything was better than that.
With one tear he blessed their memory and the pushed the thought away from him and focused on the black abyss that was his mind, his country, his life. Even this endless hole of a thought was broken by a man calling his name; he followed a wave of black clocks until he reached the blue haired boy himself.
"Name him." The mindless infidel ordered him
"Eriol, the prodigy" his rich brown hair grazed slightly with the words he spoke "He
will foresee the hero of the world.”
"In how long of time do we have till then" the now sweaty man quested
The boy frowned with disgust, fear what a disgraceful and rude man to feel this before him; a person of such high stature, does he not have any control.
"As always we have time."
"But how long" this man screamed, by now he had lost all control.
The boy had put up with this emotion for far too long
"Sir, if you dare to show this to me above all people perhaps rehabilitation is in order"
The man was on the breaking point with that small statement, now he was thrown off a cliff.
"No…no please, anything but that please… I can't go there. People die there everyone
knows it's only a death trap with a fancy name. Please I'll be good, I promise not to feel a
thing I won't even dream of feeling anymore."
Suddenly two men charged into the room, one of them shot a stinger at the man which paralyzed him from the neck down.
"It's not so bad" the boy consoled "You will be out in a few weeks felling as neutral as
ever."
"NOOOOOOO… you can't do this…please Syaoran."
With that he was dragged out of the room by his shoulders into a flying vehicle outside
the door. Syaoran adjusted his techno glass to the proper setting then peered through the
wall.
"You should have never lost control… Father"
Syaoran almost forgot about the other boy in the room, and with that he started out the door.
"Wait." The voice yelled form the background, the blue-haired boy yelled and ran
panting up to Syaoran "Aren't you going to take me with you? Am I not your prodigy
now? Am I not to be brought in front of the council now for my vision? Or perhaps I am
to be left here and over a thousand years of memory to be put to waste?"
Sarcasm; the only accepted form of humor on Time, but to him it is too close to an emotion than Syaoran would ever like to get.
All the emotion master did was node and they continued on in silence till…
"So that was your father, hmmmm not a very loyal one are you. Hope you didn't do the
same thing to your mother."
Syaoran just looked at him with a cold stare
"Not very talkative are you? Well that can be dealt with, so what's your name. Well, I shall have to think up one for you then. I don't know anything about you the memories of your ancient ancestors doesn't really help with that … wait that's it, you shall be my cute little descendant."
With that Eriol made the most evil smile of his life, and made Syaoran cough in disbelief.
"You must be joking."
"What was that my cute little descendant."
"You shall die for that remark."
"A ta-ta no killing. I am a prodigy so you can never touch me."
Syaoran let out a growl of frustration.
"Not feeling angry are we? Because that is against Time."
"Please let us hurry or we will fall behind in the past."
"You mean late."
"No, on Time no one is late."
Many times later...
"Eriol, where the fuck did you go" Syaoran had never been this close to losing control of his neutralism till now.
"But my cute little descendent you shouldn't swear. Someone could think you are feeling something but, the way you look at me sometimes I think you might lose total control."
With that statement he waggled his tongue and pointed seductively at his lower half.
Syaoran was much beyond fuming now
"That's it. Prodigy or not you DIE!!!!"
Eriol was laughing, but right before Syaoran struck Eriol disappeared and reappeared on the other side of the building.
"Catch me if you can my little descendant"
Syaoran soared through clouds, ran at full speed across many buildings and just about destroyed anything that came in his path.
Suddenly he did not see Eriol anymore in fact he couldn't see anything that he knew.
"Crap." he swore "I'm lost."
Many broken fence poles later.
" Stupid little good for nothing prodigy getting me lost and, what the hell is that?
The emotion master came across a very large glass wall this was extremely unusual because they lost the spell for glass at least 500 years past. Syaoran went in for a closer look and discovered a girl a few years younger than him.
"Who are you." he demanded "Where am I? I demand you release me at once"
She turned around and soon he was enveloped in the color black.
The almost man watched with earth brought eyes as a blue haired boy was
slowly cleansed and bled to become pure of any worldly thoughts. He grimaced at the
sight of blood but this ancient ritual had to be better than what his sisters suffered,
anything was better than that.
With one tear he blessed their memory and the pushed the thought away from him and focused on the black abyss that was his mind, his country, his life. Even this endless hole of a thought was broken by a man calling his name; he followed a wave of black clocks until he reached the blue haired boy himself.
"Name him." The mindless infidel ordered him
"Eriol, the prodigy" his rich brown hair grazed slightly with the words he spoke "He
will foresee the hero of the world.”
"In how long of time do we have till then" the now sweaty man quested
The boy frowned with disgust, fear what a disgraceful and rude man to feel this before him; a person of such high stature, does he not have any control.
"As always we have time."
"But how long" this man screamed, by now he had lost all control.
The boy had put up with this emotion for far too long
"Sir, if you dare to show this to me above all people perhaps rehabilitation is in order"
The man was on the breaking point with that small statement, now he was thrown off a cliff.
"No…no please, anything but that please… I can't go there. People die there everyone
knows it's only a death trap with a fancy name. Please I'll be good, I promise not to feel a
thing I won't even dream of feeling anymore."
Suddenly two men charged into the room, one of them shot a stinger at the man which paralyzed him from the neck down.
"It's not so bad" the boy consoled "You will be out in a few weeks felling as neutral as
ever."
"NOOOOOOO… you can't do this…please Syaoran."
With that he was dragged out of the room by his shoulders into a flying vehicle outside
the door. Syaoran adjusted his techno glass to the proper setting then peered through the
wall.
"You should have never lost control… Father"
Syaoran almost forgot about the other boy in the room, and with that he started out the door.
"Wait." The voice yelled form the background, the blue-haired boy yelled and ran
panting up to Syaoran "Aren't you going to take me with you? Am I not your prodigy
now? Am I not to be brought in front of the council now for my vision? Or perhaps I am
to be left here and over a thousand years of memory to be put to waste?"
Sarcasm; the only accepted form of humor on Time, but to him it is too close to an emotion than Syaoran would ever like to get.
All the emotion master did was node and they continued on in silence till…
"So that was your father, hmmmm not a very loyal one are you. Hope you didn't do the
same thing to your mother."
Syaoran just looked at him with a cold stare
"Not very talkative are you? Well that can be dealt with, so what's your name. Well, I shall have to think up one for you then. I don't know anything about you the memories of your ancient ancestors doesn't really help with that … wait that's it, you shall be my cute little descendant."
With that Eriol made the most evil smile of his life, and made Syaoran cough in disbelief.
"You must be joking."
"What was that my cute little descendant."
"You shall die for that remark."
"A ta-ta no killing. I am a prodigy so you can never touch me."
Syaoran let out a growl of frustration.
"Not feeling angry are we? Because that is against Time."
"Please let us hurry or we will fall behind in the past."
"You mean late."
"No, on Time no one is late."
Many times later...
"Eriol, where the fuck did you go" Syaoran had never been this close to losing control of his neutralism till now.
"But my cute little descendent you shouldn't swear. Someone could think you are feeling something but, the way you look at me sometimes I think you might lose total control."
With that statement he waggled his tongue and pointed seductively at his lower half.
Syaoran was much beyond fuming now
"That's it. Prodigy or not you DIE!!!!"
Eriol was laughing, but right before Syaoran struck Eriol disappeared and reappeared on the other side of the building.
"Catch me if you can my little descendant"
Syaoran soared through clouds, ran at full speed across many buildings and just about destroyed anything that came in his path.
Suddenly he did not see Eriol anymore in fact he couldn't see anything that he knew.
"Crap." he swore "I'm lost."
Many broken fence poles later.
" Stupid little good for nothing prodigy getting me lost and, what the hell is that?
The emotion master came across a very large glass wall this was extremely unusual because they lost the spell for glass at least 500 years past. Syaoran went in for a closer look and discovered a girl a few years younger than him.
"Who are you." he demanded "Where am I? I demand you release me at once"
She turned around and soon he was enveloped in the color black.
End Chapter 2