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Another note: I HAVE NOT SEEN THE ENDLESS WALTZ!! Therefore in my happy little world it doesn’t exist. Thank you very much.
A final note: I barely know anything at all of Card Captors. I’m NOT out to piss off any die-hard fans. I’m well on my way to getting there, but all I know so far is that Li has a Heero complex and Meiling is too much like Wufei for her own damn good. I’m changing details and I say she’s NOT betrothed to Li, so there! And thus began the madness. Forgive my inability at writing decent Sakura fanfic, ‘cause I barely know anything about it and haven’t found a good spoiler site yet ~.^
Heero’s head weighed heavily against the palm of his hand as he fought valiantly to stay awake during Advanced Trigonometry. It wasn’t that he was bored by the lecture, it was that he was bored with having nothing to do. He’d finished the homework and the class-work in a matter of minutes. And the rest of his classes were taken care of as well now. All he could do in that moment was sit and stare at the back of the student sitting in front of him. From what little he knew of the boy he was a transfer student from China.
After a carefully studying the of the back of his head for roughly a half an hour now; Heero could deduce that his classmate possessed very fine hair, was active in some sort of a martial art, he had the muscle toning for it. The boy seemed to be very intent on learning. He hadn’t been doing much but the work assigned and listening to the teacher for the entire time. Then Heero noticed something he hadn’t previously.
The boy had been quietly sketching as well as listening to the lecture and taking the occasional note. There was a woman sitting in the picture, her face upturned to the rays of sunlight that were filtering through the window in the picture. Her long hair tumbled over her shoulders in a cascade of black spider silk, accentuating her olive skin. The young woman had her eyes closed and a slight smirk on her lips. There was a katana blade in the edge of the image, all intricately sketched out in pencil so that it seemed to be a miniature window into what was reality.
At the bottom written out in neat Kanji was the name: Merian. Heero didn’t quite know what it was that hinted to him that it was likely that Merian, whomever she was, was no longer with them on that existential plane. The Chinese boy’s sketchbook was about to drop off of the desk. Heero knew it would make a loud noise. He caught the book before it hit the ground. His classmate turned and Heero found himself confronted with a very intense pair of onyx eyes.
“Can I have my sketchbook back please?”
The tone was one of carefully
guarded power. Heero quirked his eyebrows slightly and nodded, handing
the book back to it’s owner. The boy, whose name he still hadn’t acquired,
turned back around and resumed paying attention to what he had been doing.
Heero blinked, bemused
and then folded his arms on the desk and put his head down. He didn’t particularly
feel like paying attention, and didn’t care if he got yelled at. At that
moment he felt like being quiet and taking the time to relax, because he
had the oddest feeling of déjà vu, and it had shaken him
up.
