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Title: A Different Look
Pairing: EriolxSakura
Rating: Gen, or something.
Warning: There's a character I made up, but I swear it was for the best!
Summary: Eriol needs advice. :D
When he used to visit, he was the greatest sorcerer in the world. Somehow, he would call me onee-san, even if I wasn't. Everyone would ask,
'How does it feel to have Clow Reed as an older brother?', and every time, I would reply; 'He's not Clow Reed.' Clow Reed died centuries ago. This boy who's been in my life ever since I could remember used to be so happy and carefree. After a decade of living, I looked into his eyes at his height and noticed they got darker. Had he tried to suppress it? I sat in my retro tie-dye chair in front of a fireplace, looking at myself in the large mirror above the hearth. At first, my mother would celebrate the news of his birth. The rebirth of the greatest sorcerer in the world. Then, came the storm. Outcasted, and alone.
They remembered and held grudges against the great sorcerer. My older brother was not him, but similarly had the same traits. He treated this outcast as if it were nothing and went on his way. But sometimes he visited. When I finally got my own apartment, I was twenty years old, and he visited. Ten years older, but he still looked ten years younger. He sat, and just talked. I listened. The magic powers he spoke of were inconcievable. Although our family practiced magic, I had none. Sometimes, I could sense powerful beings. Whenever he came around, I could feel it as if a tital wave washed over me.
He once told me I could learn to use a little magic, that he would teach me. I always politely declined, since it would achieve nothing but warming tea. And what would I do? Throw warm tea at intruders?
A long time after that, about ten more years, he showed up again. This time it was a surprise. Alarmingly I sat him down and interogated him. He laughed and shrugged. His hands between his thighs, he leaned forward as if to tell me a secret. He then confined in me that his split his power. That he was fifty percent less Clow Reed. I nodded and understood. Clow Reed reincarnated twice. I imagined the situation, of which Fujitaka ran into the group saying, 'Who are these people?!', but I knew if he were anything like Clow, this was only fantasy. An imagery of my own father. We talked for a few more minutes and he left as the kettle whistled. I wondered briefly why he chose to tell me.
Not a decade later, he came to my door again. I opened it, smoking a fag, my housecoat open revealing my negligee. I leaned on the doorframe, a little surprised by his teenage body. He halfsmiled, as if he were hiding something dark. I realized, before this, the Clow Reed inside him taught him how to hide things. I invited him in. He said to me,
'You've always been extremely empathic.' And I served him tea, looking into the blue eyes that our family didn't share. He dressed formally in a polo and khakis, while I often wore grundgy clothing and torn tights with sneakers. We didn't look related at all. I said his name and he glanced at me sharply. I answered his unspoken question. 'You're in love.' And he didn't even twitch. Not a smile or a nod, glancing away might have even given it away, but I knew my brother. He wouldn't. He whispered after a moment,
'How do you love a woman who doesn't even know you exist. We may be friends, but she has another man in her life, a man I approve of.' I set down my tea and just talked. Mostly about myself. He nodded and understood what I was trying to say. And then he laughed, standing up and turning on my old stereo. He asked me why I kept it for so long. I told him that I kept every gift he gave me. Then we danced. I whispered in his ear, 'No one but the best deserves you.' And he replied, 'She is the best. Even Clow Reed knew, before he died.' And then he left.
A decade later, I was fourty-eight. I was old and engaged to a beautiful woman. Eriol came again, cheery and himself, like I never knew him. A beautiful woman in tow, both looking in their 20's. He introduced me as his younger sister, Gladia. She smiled and introduced herself as Sakura Hiiragizawa, Master of the Clow.
I hope this is okay <3 I'm an odd writer. I just need to learn to plot out things better. (That and I hope the new character is alright with people.)
Pairing: EriolxSakura
Rating: Gen, or something.
Warning: There's a character I made up, but I swear it was for the best!
Summary: Eriol needs advice. :D
When he used to visit, he was the greatest sorcerer in the world. Somehow, he would call me onee-san, even if I wasn't. Everyone would ask,
'How does it feel to have Clow Reed as an older brother?', and every time, I would reply; 'He's not Clow Reed.' Clow Reed died centuries ago. This boy who's been in my life ever since I could remember used to be so happy and carefree. After a decade of living, I looked into his eyes at his height and noticed they got darker. Had he tried to suppress it? I sat in my retro tie-dye chair in front of a fireplace, looking at myself in the large mirror above the hearth. At first, my mother would celebrate the news of his birth. The rebirth of the greatest sorcerer in the world. Then, came the storm. Outcasted, and alone.
They remembered and held grudges against the great sorcerer. My older brother was not him, but similarly had the same traits. He treated this outcast as if it were nothing and went on his way. But sometimes he visited. When I finally got my own apartment, I was twenty years old, and he visited. Ten years older, but he still looked ten years younger. He sat, and just talked. I listened. The magic powers he spoke of were inconcievable. Although our family practiced magic, I had none. Sometimes, I could sense powerful beings. Whenever he came around, I could feel it as if a tital wave washed over me.
He once told me I could learn to use a little magic, that he would teach me. I always politely declined, since it would achieve nothing but warming tea. And what would I do? Throw warm tea at intruders?
A long time after that, about ten more years, he showed up again. This time it was a surprise. Alarmingly I sat him down and interogated him. He laughed and shrugged. His hands between his thighs, he leaned forward as if to tell me a secret. He then confined in me that his split his power. That he was fifty percent less Clow Reed. I nodded and understood. Clow Reed reincarnated twice. I imagined the situation, of which Fujitaka ran into the group saying, 'Who are these people?!', but I knew if he were anything like Clow, this was only fantasy. An imagery of my own father. We talked for a few more minutes and he left as the kettle whistled. I wondered briefly why he chose to tell me.
Not a decade later, he came to my door again. I opened it, smoking a fag, my housecoat open revealing my negligee. I leaned on the doorframe, a little surprised by his teenage body. He halfsmiled, as if he were hiding something dark. I realized, before this, the Clow Reed inside him taught him how to hide things. I invited him in. He said to me,
'You've always been extremely empathic.' And I served him tea, looking into the blue eyes that our family didn't share. He dressed formally in a polo and khakis, while I often wore grundgy clothing and torn tights with sneakers. We didn't look related at all. I said his name and he glanced at me sharply. I answered his unspoken question. 'You're in love.' And he didn't even twitch. Not a smile or a nod, glancing away might have even given it away, but I knew my brother. He wouldn't. He whispered after a moment,
'How do you love a woman who doesn't even know you exist. We may be friends, but she has another man in her life, a man I approve of.' I set down my tea and just talked. Mostly about myself. He nodded and understood what I was trying to say. And then he laughed, standing up and turning on my old stereo. He asked me why I kept it for so long. I told him that I kept every gift he gave me. Then we danced. I whispered in his ear, 'No one but the best deserves you.' And he replied, 'She is the best. Even Clow Reed knew, before he died.' And then he left.
A decade later, I was fourty-eight. I was old and engaged to a beautiful woman. Eriol came again, cheery and himself, like I never knew him. A beautiful woman in tow, both looking in their 20's. He introduced me as his younger sister, Gladia. She smiled and introduced herself as Sakura Hiiragizawa, Master of the Clow.
I hope this is okay <3 I'm an odd writer. I just need to learn to plot out things better. (That and I hope the new character is alright with people.)