A Cardcaptor is Born
This whole thing was started with THIS. I hope you’re happy. :T
FYI: I’m aging some people down a bit, to fit closer to their roles. I mean, Sakura is 10 for goodness sake. But I didn’t really want to make him quite that young, so Tim is 14. As are the others who play 10-year-olds. And a few other things which should be obvious if you’ve read CCS.
Enjoy~
Title: A Cardcaptor is Born
Verse: Cardcaptor Tim
Rating: PG
Warnings: You’ll see. XD (nothing bad)
Summary: This was not how he had expected his day to go.
_
It’s this dream again…
He’s standing in the middle of a glowing circle, balls of light circling him. He can’t move. He examines the circle, but can’t make out much detail. As usual, everything is blurry.
But suddenly one of the balls of light is in before his nose.
It looks like a card-
_____
“Oi! Wake up, brat!” There’s a loud knocking on the door, jolting Tim from his sleep.
“Hu?” Tim sighs, confused, before blinking wearily at the door. The dream has already faded away.
“It’s pancakes today, bubblebutt!”
Tim leaps from the bed and reaches for his clothes, “Don’t call me that!”
“I do what I want, shorty,” his brother laughs and he hears the older man walk away from his door.
He rolls his eyes and finishes getting dressed, nearly tripping twice in his attempt to get his pants on quickly. He brushes his hair and stares at himself in the mirror for a few moments. Black, longish hair and blue eyes, too skinny and shorter than average.
He sighs and shakes his head at his reflection, leaving his room and walking quickly down the stairs.
The kitchen is warm and inviting, the smell of blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes making Tim’s mouth water. “Morning!”
“Good morning, Timothy,” Alfred smiles at him and slips another perfect pancake onto a plate. “I hope you slept well.”
“Not badly,” Tim says and sits down across from his brother, “Hey Roy.”
“Hey, brat.”
Now closer to the man, Tim’s leg lashes out under the table.
“OW! Hey!”
Alfred suddenly appears with two plates stacked high with fluffy goodness, “Is something wrong, Roy?”
The redhead growls, “No…”
“Good.” The elderly man sets the chocolate chip pancakes in front of Roy and the blueberry in front of Tim. “Enjoy. Remember that you have morning duty at school this week, Timothy. You need to leave early today.”
“I remember. Thanks, Alfred,” Tim grins a bit before digging into his pancakes.
“I have morning practice, so I’ll take you, okay?” Roy says through a mouthful.
“Alright. Thank you.”
______
Tim sighs and kicks off his shoes, putting them in their normal place by the door. A large part of him wants to go take a nap, but he really should do his homework first. So instead of going to his room, he makes his way to the library.
Alfred’s not home, so it’s perfectly quiet. Even though his grandfather is quiet, it’s more of an Alfred-silence. Not this type of stillness.
He sets his bag on the table and stretches, groaning as his back pops.
In an attempt to further delay the dreaded homework, Tim walks through the numerous and very large bookcases, eyes running across each book. He hasn’t read them all.
Yet.
He’s only 14. He has plenty of time.
Something odd catches his eye. He doesn’t remember that book. He walks closer and takes it off the shelf. It’s red, bound with gold, with a lock and chain across the front and seemingly binding a sleeping lion on the cover. He turns it over, noting the mostly black back and flips it upright again.
Tim opens the book.
Of all the things he had been expecting, it wasn’t this. Instead of words and pages, it is solid, with a hole cut into the center. In it are a stack of cards.
He takes one out.
There’s an odd design on the back, like an ancient magic circle.
He flips it.
The artwork is stunning. The representation of a beautiful woman, blue and nearly intangible, resides on the front. Her hair is free, blowing in an invisible wind. He looks down to see a name written in elegant script.
“…Windy.”
As if that word was the trigger, as soon as it left his mouth a tempest suddenly burst forth. Tim can’t hold back his cry of surprise and he drops the book, raising his arm to protect his face.
While the wind is hard and violent, it doesn’t hurt. It leaves him confused and shaken and he falls to his knees once the wind stops.
A glowing light emits from the book and Tim stares at it warily.
The light rises, bringing with it a small form, which looks perhaps like a stuffed toy. It’s a rather sunny yellow, with a black tuft of fur at the end of its tail.
It’s rather cute.
Then it blinks and growls at him, “Tt. Finally.”
“It talks.” Tim states with a deadpan. The urge to find out what made it tick was overwhelming, but he was pulled away from his thoughts.
“Of course I talk! Everyone talks. Not everyone listens,” the thing crosses its little arms and takes on a sort of regal pose. Perhaps he’s dreaming again?
“Tt.” The thing scowls at him, “I can tell you’re thinking this is fake. Well I assure you, this is real. My name is Cerberus, but I suppose you can call me Damian.”
“Damian?”
“It is a nickname I have grown comfortable with.”
Tim nods, still rather disbelieving, “I see…”
“Now then. On to business. I am the guardian of the Clow cards, which are held within this book.”
Tim picks up the book and opens it. Then he holds it to show Damian, “But it’s empty.”
“THAT’S THE PROBLEM!” Tim winces as Damian yells right in his ears. “If the cards aren’t stored properly in the book, they come to life and do evil.” Surely this was a dream, because Tim could swear that he could actually see a vein pulsing above the creature’s head.
“What kind of evil?”
Damian huffs, “It’s right on the book, idiot. ‘Herein lie the Clow Cards - if their seal is broken, disaster will befall this world.’ All the cards are alive and hold power. For example, the Windy card contains the power of the wind. Firey controls fire, and so on. This book was created to contain their power. I was placed on the cover to protect them.”
“So if you were supposed to be guarding them, why aren’t they here now?”
Damian flushes, with embarrassment or anger, Tim isn’t really sure. “You try guarding them for centuries. It becomes tedious after a time.”
“Uh huh…”
“Anyway,” Damian points to him, “The book cannot be opened by anyone who doesn’t have magic. But you opened it and woke me. So you have the potential for magic.”
“Magic?” Tim’s eyes widen. “Seriously?”
“Of course. Now then, what’s your name?”
“Tim…”
“Alright.” Damian taps the book and a little pendent floats out of it, hovering between them. “Key of the seal. Someone wishes to make a contract with you. A boy. His name is Tim.”
The thing starts to glow and Tim takes a step back instinctively when Damian’s voice raises, “Key! Bestow your power upon him! Release!”
The light grows stronger and before his eyes the pendent transforms and turns into a rod, red with gold accents and white wings on the head. A wind similar to the previous one starts up, whipping his clothes and hair around.
“Now grab it!”
Tim doesn’t really want to listen to the little creature, but there’s a feeling of rightness when he reaches for the staff.
His hand closes around it.
Another pulse of light and a sudden shift of weight. The rod had become a staff, the details finer and the length greater.
“Congratulations. You are now a cardcaptor.”
“What?!”
This entry was originally posted at http://avanalae.dreamwidth.org/12783.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
FYI: I’m aging some people down a bit, to fit closer to their roles. I mean, Sakura is 10 for goodness sake. But I didn’t really want to make him quite that young, so Tim is 14. As are the others who play 10-year-olds. And a few other things which should be obvious if you’ve read CCS.
Enjoy~
Title: A Cardcaptor is Born
Verse: Cardcaptor Tim
Rating: PG
Warnings: You’ll see. XD (nothing bad)
Summary: This was not how he had expected his day to go.
_
It’s this dream again…
He’s standing in the middle of a glowing circle, balls of light circling him. He can’t move. He examines the circle, but can’t make out much detail. As usual, everything is blurry.
But suddenly one of the balls of light is in before his nose.
It looks like a card-
_____
“Oi! Wake up, brat!” There’s a loud knocking on the door, jolting Tim from his sleep.
“Hu?” Tim sighs, confused, before blinking wearily at the door. The dream has already faded away.
“It’s pancakes today, bubblebutt!”
Tim leaps from the bed and reaches for his clothes, “Don’t call me that!”
“I do what I want, shorty,” his brother laughs and he hears the older man walk away from his door.
He rolls his eyes and finishes getting dressed, nearly tripping twice in his attempt to get his pants on quickly. He brushes his hair and stares at himself in the mirror for a few moments. Black, longish hair and blue eyes, too skinny and shorter than average.
He sighs and shakes his head at his reflection, leaving his room and walking quickly down the stairs.
The kitchen is warm and inviting, the smell of blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes making Tim’s mouth water. “Morning!”
“Good morning, Timothy,” Alfred smiles at him and slips another perfect pancake onto a plate. “I hope you slept well.”
“Not badly,” Tim says and sits down across from his brother, “Hey Roy.”
“Hey, brat.”
Now closer to the man, Tim’s leg lashes out under the table.
“OW! Hey!”
Alfred suddenly appears with two plates stacked high with fluffy goodness, “Is something wrong, Roy?”
The redhead growls, “No…”
“Good.” The elderly man sets the chocolate chip pancakes in front of Roy and the blueberry in front of Tim. “Enjoy. Remember that you have morning duty at school this week, Timothy. You need to leave early today.”
“I remember. Thanks, Alfred,” Tim grins a bit before digging into his pancakes.
“I have morning practice, so I’ll take you, okay?” Roy says through a mouthful.
“Alright. Thank you.”
______
Tim sighs and kicks off his shoes, putting them in their normal place by the door. A large part of him wants to go take a nap, but he really should do his homework first. So instead of going to his room, he makes his way to the library.
Alfred’s not home, so it’s perfectly quiet. Even though his grandfather is quiet, it’s more of an Alfred-silence. Not this type of stillness.
He sets his bag on the table and stretches, groaning as his back pops.
In an attempt to further delay the dreaded homework, Tim walks through the numerous and very large bookcases, eyes running across each book. He hasn’t read them all.
Yet.
He’s only 14. He has plenty of time.
Something odd catches his eye. He doesn’t remember that book. He walks closer and takes it off the shelf. It’s red, bound with gold, with a lock and chain across the front and seemingly binding a sleeping lion on the cover. He turns it over, noting the mostly black back and flips it upright again.
Tim opens the book.
Of all the things he had been expecting, it wasn’t this. Instead of words and pages, it is solid, with a hole cut into the center. In it are a stack of cards.
He takes one out.
There’s an odd design on the back, like an ancient magic circle.
He flips it.
The artwork is stunning. The representation of a beautiful woman, blue and nearly intangible, resides on the front. Her hair is free, blowing in an invisible wind. He looks down to see a name written in elegant script.
“…Windy.”
As if that word was the trigger, as soon as it left his mouth a tempest suddenly burst forth. Tim can’t hold back his cry of surprise and he drops the book, raising his arm to protect his face.
While the wind is hard and violent, it doesn’t hurt. It leaves him confused and shaken and he falls to his knees once the wind stops.
A glowing light emits from the book and Tim stares at it warily.
The light rises, bringing with it a small form, which looks perhaps like a stuffed toy. It’s a rather sunny yellow, with a black tuft of fur at the end of its tail.
It’s rather cute.
Then it blinks and growls at him, “Tt. Finally.”
“It talks.” Tim states with a deadpan. The urge to find out what made it tick was overwhelming, but he was pulled away from his thoughts.
“Of course I talk! Everyone talks. Not everyone listens,” the thing crosses its little arms and takes on a sort of regal pose. Perhaps he’s dreaming again?
“Tt.” The thing scowls at him, “I can tell you’re thinking this is fake. Well I assure you, this is real. My name is Cerberus, but I suppose you can call me Damian.”
“Damian?”
“It is a nickname I have grown comfortable with.”
Tim nods, still rather disbelieving, “I see…”
“Now then. On to business. I am the guardian of the Clow cards, which are held within this book.”
Tim picks up the book and opens it. Then he holds it to show Damian, “But it’s empty.”
“THAT’S THE PROBLEM!” Tim winces as Damian yells right in his ears. “If the cards aren’t stored properly in the book, they come to life and do evil.” Surely this was a dream, because Tim could swear that he could actually see a vein pulsing above the creature’s head.
“What kind of evil?”
Damian huffs, “It’s right on the book, idiot. ‘Herein lie the Clow Cards - if their seal is broken, disaster will befall this world.’ All the cards are alive and hold power. For example, the Windy card contains the power of the wind. Firey controls fire, and so on. This book was created to contain their power. I was placed on the cover to protect them.”
“So if you were supposed to be guarding them, why aren’t they here now?”
Damian flushes, with embarrassment or anger, Tim isn’t really sure. “You try guarding them for centuries. It becomes tedious after a time.”
“Uh huh…”
“Anyway,” Damian points to him, “The book cannot be opened by anyone who doesn’t have magic. But you opened it and woke me. So you have the potential for magic.”
“Magic?” Tim’s eyes widen. “Seriously?”
“Of course. Now then, what’s your name?”
“Tim…”
“Alright.” Damian taps the book and a little pendent floats out of it, hovering between them. “Key of the seal. Someone wishes to make a contract with you. A boy. His name is Tim.”
The thing starts to glow and Tim takes a step back instinctively when Damian’s voice raises, “Key! Bestow your power upon him! Release!”
The light grows stronger and before his eyes the pendent transforms and turns into a rod, red with gold accents and white wings on the head. A wind similar to the previous one starts up, whipping his clothes and hair around.
“Now grab it!”
Tim doesn’t really want to listen to the little creature, but there’s a feeling of rightness when he reaches for the staff.
His hand closes around it.
Another pulse of light and a sudden shift of weight. The rod had become a staff, the details finer and the length greater.
“Congratulations. You are now a cardcaptor.”
“What?!”
This entry was originally posted at http://avanalae.dreamwidth.org/12783.html. Please comment there using OpenID.