Day Two: Scarf--Syaoran
Title: Twelve Years of Christmas; Chapter Two: Scarf
Author: KHLostEmpress
Characters/Pairings: Syaoran (with Sakura and pairing mentioned), brief appearance of Meilin
Genre: Romance/Christmas
Brief summary: Well, exactly as the title mentions, twelve years of theChristmases of Sakura and Syaoran starting after the ending of the main story. 500-1500ish word stories, starting today and ending Christmas Eve. Twelve Prompts of Christmas challenge
In a completely non-characteristic fashion, Syaoran Li spread his arms wide and just fell backward down onto his bed, not even bothering to change out of his uniform or to take his bag off his back first, which lead to immediate discomfort, but he could not find the will to get up at the moment to fix it.
Two year. Almost two years since he had seen Sakura.
He wished he could go back to Tomoeda, but he wasn’t finished with Hong Kong yet. It wasn’t even that he hated Hong Kong-it was his home, the place he grew up, and he loved it. But it just had the glaring imperfection of not having Sakura in it.
He groaned as he rolled over onto his side. Man, he was pathetic. Never would he have imagined needing someone as much as he did Sakura. He had expected to miss her, but he’d never suspected that her missing presence would leave this gaping hole in his chest.
“Why don’t you just go?”
Syaoran sat up quickly to see Meilin standing in the doorway, already changed out of her uniform into a more casual shirt and skirt ensemble. That caused him to blink in confusion for a moment-how long had he just been laying here? He and Meilin went to the same school, meaning they left and came home at the same time, and Meilin wasn’t exactly a quickly-throw-on-the-first-thing-she-could-find-in-her-closet type of girl. Especially since she’d started corresponding with Daidouji. Meilin placed her hands on her hips as she tapped her foot impatiently and raised an eyebrow. “Well?” she asked impatiently.
Finally, Syaoran remembered that she asked him a question. He scowled at her as he got to his feet and shrugged his backpack off his shoulders. “I can’t just go,” he said flatly.
Meilin rolled her eyes. “Why not? I’m sure Auntie could spare you over the break.”
Syaoran went to his closet to find a shirt to change into. He pulled out the first thing his fingers touched-a green polo-shrugged at it in acceptance, and placed it on the bed as he said, “That’s not the problem.” He turned to go to his dresser, but Meilin was already there holding out a pair of jeans. He reached out a hand to take them, but Meilin did not let go of them when he tugged slightly on them. Syaoran sighed in defeat as Meilin just smiled innocently at him. “I’m not sure I’d be able to leave her again if I went,” he said quietly.
Meilin let the jeans slip from her grasp, and Syaoran tossed them onto the bed next to his shirt. Meilin stepped closer to him and gave him a peck on his cheek. “How much longer do you think you have?” she asked.
“April,” Syaoran answered immediately. “I’m going in April.” There was silence for a moment. “Until then, all I have are letters and phone calls,” he continued. “But they’re just not-“
“-the same,” Meilin finished for him with half a smile. “I know.” She reached out and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. She let it go, and then turned and left the room.
Syaoran sighed and changed out of his uniform. He sat down at his desk and pulled out a piece of paper to write her a letter. As he reached out to grab a pencil, his eye caught on “Sakura”, the pink teddy bear he had received those final moments as the bus pulled away, sitting on the corner of the desk. A small green scarf adorned her neck, a new addition from Sakura as a present last Christmas. He couldn’t help but smile as he remembered how it had arrived-nearly a week after Christmas had ended. He had stared at it for a few moments wondering what exactly it was supposed to be, because it had looked like a scarf, but it had only been just over a foot long and a few inches wide-nowhere near large enough to actually be a scarf for him. But then he had read the note that came with it-
Syaoran,
I’m sorry this is so late! And that it’s not big enough for you. But it was the best I could do with the time I had. You can give it to Sakura…not me, Sakura, but my…I mean your bear! It should be a perfect fit, since I tried it out on Syaoran…the bear, I mean. I’ll make you a real one when we are together again!
Love,
Sakura
-which had explained why it was so small. He’d put the scarf on “Sakura” right away, and there it had stayed ever since.
Syaoran froze as an idea occurred to him. He’d been struggling to figure out what to give to Sakura for Christmas this year, and he thought he might just have come up with something. He went over to his closet and pulled out his brown coat and headed for the front door after slipping his wallet into his back pocket.
He was almost out the door when he heard someone speak behind him. “Master Syaoran, is there something I could do for you?”
Syaoran turned to look at Wei who was standing there with a small smile on his lips. Syaoran shook his head and just said, “Tell Mother that I went out to buy something.”
Wei bowed and Syaoran left out the door in search of a craft shop with a small on his face and a purpose to his step. He wasn’t exactly an expert on making things, but he knew he’d be able to manage this-once he found the yarn to make it. He’d send it with his next letter.
A scarf for “Syaoran”.
Author: KHLostEmpress
Characters/Pairings: Syaoran (with Sakura and pairing mentioned), brief appearance of Meilin
Genre: Romance/Christmas
Brief summary: Well, exactly as the title mentions, twelve years of theChristmases of Sakura and Syaoran starting after the ending of the main story. 500-1500ish word stories, starting today and ending Christmas Eve. Twelve Prompts of Christmas challenge
In a completely non-characteristic fashion, Syaoran Li spread his arms wide and just fell backward down onto his bed, not even bothering to change out of his uniform or to take his bag off his back first, which lead to immediate discomfort, but he could not find the will to get up at the moment to fix it.
Two year. Almost two years since he had seen Sakura.
He wished he could go back to Tomoeda, but he wasn’t finished with Hong Kong yet. It wasn’t even that he hated Hong Kong-it was his home, the place he grew up, and he loved it. But it just had the glaring imperfection of not having Sakura in it.
He groaned as he rolled over onto his side. Man, he was pathetic. Never would he have imagined needing someone as much as he did Sakura. He had expected to miss her, but he’d never suspected that her missing presence would leave this gaping hole in his chest.
“Why don’t you just go?”
Syaoran sat up quickly to see Meilin standing in the doorway, already changed out of her uniform into a more casual shirt and skirt ensemble. That caused him to blink in confusion for a moment-how long had he just been laying here? He and Meilin went to the same school, meaning they left and came home at the same time, and Meilin wasn’t exactly a quickly-throw-on-the-first-thing-she-could-find-in-her-closet type of girl. Especially since she’d started corresponding with Daidouji. Meilin placed her hands on her hips as she tapped her foot impatiently and raised an eyebrow. “Well?” she asked impatiently.
Finally, Syaoran remembered that she asked him a question. He scowled at her as he got to his feet and shrugged his backpack off his shoulders. “I can’t just go,” he said flatly.
Meilin rolled her eyes. “Why not? I’m sure Auntie could spare you over the break.”
Syaoran went to his closet to find a shirt to change into. He pulled out the first thing his fingers touched-a green polo-shrugged at it in acceptance, and placed it on the bed as he said, “That’s not the problem.” He turned to go to his dresser, but Meilin was already there holding out a pair of jeans. He reached out a hand to take them, but Meilin did not let go of them when he tugged slightly on them. Syaoran sighed in defeat as Meilin just smiled innocently at him. “I’m not sure I’d be able to leave her again if I went,” he said quietly.
Meilin let the jeans slip from her grasp, and Syaoran tossed them onto the bed next to his shirt. Meilin stepped closer to him and gave him a peck on his cheek. “How much longer do you think you have?” she asked.
“April,” Syaoran answered immediately. “I’m going in April.” There was silence for a moment. “Until then, all I have are letters and phone calls,” he continued. “But they’re just not-“
“-the same,” Meilin finished for him with half a smile. “I know.” She reached out and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. She let it go, and then turned and left the room.
Syaoran sighed and changed out of his uniform. He sat down at his desk and pulled out a piece of paper to write her a letter. As he reached out to grab a pencil, his eye caught on “Sakura”, the pink teddy bear he had received those final moments as the bus pulled away, sitting on the corner of the desk. A small green scarf adorned her neck, a new addition from Sakura as a present last Christmas. He couldn’t help but smile as he remembered how it had arrived-nearly a week after Christmas had ended. He had stared at it for a few moments wondering what exactly it was supposed to be, because it had looked like a scarf, but it had only been just over a foot long and a few inches wide-nowhere near large enough to actually be a scarf for him. But then he had read the note that came with it-
Syaoran,
I’m sorry this is so late! And that it’s not big enough for you. But it was the best I could do with the time I had. You can give it to Sakura…not me, Sakura, but my…I mean your bear! It should be a perfect fit, since I tried it out on Syaoran…the bear, I mean. I’ll make you a real one when we are together again!
Love,
Sakura
-which had explained why it was so small. He’d put the scarf on “Sakura” right away, and there it had stayed ever since.
Syaoran froze as an idea occurred to him. He’d been struggling to figure out what to give to Sakura for Christmas this year, and he thought he might just have come up with something. He went over to his closet and pulled out his brown coat and headed for the front door after slipping his wallet into his back pocket.
He was almost out the door when he heard someone speak behind him. “Master Syaoran, is there something I could do for you?”
Syaoran turned to look at Wei who was standing there with a small smile on his lips. Syaoran shook his head and just said, “Tell Mother that I went out to buy something.”
Wei bowed and Syaoran left out the door in search of a craft shop with a small on his face and a purpose to his step. He wasn’t exactly an expert on making things, but he knew he’d be able to manage this-once he found the yarn to make it. He’d send it with his next letter.
A scarf for “Syaoran”.