THIS FUTURE OF OURS
AN: WARNING: CONTAINS POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 189! That’s right, I saw spoilers (from a site who has not got it wrong just yet). This deals with a thought of mine I thought should be addressed quick – it appears that real Syaoran is indeed a Li. Or more specific, Li-Kinomoto. That’s right, Sakura Kinomoto and Syaoran Li from CCS are ‘Syaoran’’s parents. Wow, talk of a confusing plotline.
Let me tell you I saw this coming the moment Seishirō told ‘Syaoran’ was just like his father. Syaoran Li’s father (and ‘Syaoran’’s grandfather by definition) is dead, so I drew that conclusion already. I did have a phase where I thought Syaoran was Syaoran Li (he uses Li Syaoran as a false name the same way Yūko uses Yūko Ichihara). The purpose of this story is to clear up any confusion (or at least some of that confusion). As for what to look for, this uses Tokyo Revelations OAD 3 (The Dream the Princess Saw) as a base for some part.
This has nothing to do with my Alternate Universe series ‘Through the Looking Glass’.
Disclaimers: CLAMP owns Cardcaptor Sakura, xxxHOLiC and Tsubasa RESERvoir CHRoNiCLE. I have most of this plot save for the ‘Syaoran’ is Sakura and Syaoran Li’s child thing. I wrote it, it’s mine. All mine. Belongs to me. Me, me, me. (Damn that Smith)
Plot Summary: Sakura Kinomoto is about to receive two lots of shocking news. One, she’s pregnant. Two, her child will be involved in a battle to save two futures.
Ages: Sakura, Syaoran and Tomoyo are all nineteen. Young, I know, but the Japanese Age of Consent is a lot lower than the UK and US. Besides, England is where the law no longer matters.
News and Revelations
Syaoran looked at the clock. It was already nine o’clock and he wanted to be gone by now.
“Sakura!” Syaoran called up the stairs.
There was no response, as Syaoran tapped his foot impatiently on the first step. He had only gone out to get the morning papers and some other stuff, and he had expected Sakura to be ready by now because she had suddenly developed a streak of being ready on time. Of course, Syaoran had mocked her a little, so he had to wonder if Sakura was doing this to prove some sort of point.
But the minutes ticked by and there was no response.
“Sakura, come down or I’ll come up.” Syaoran warned.
There was more silence, so Syaoran headed upstairs. She was not in the bedroom they shared. Neither was she in the guest room, so Syaoran stopped at the bathroom.
He was about to leave when he heard a retching sound from behind the door.
“Sakura?” Syaoran whispered, and he noticed the door was ajar. The sound came again, and Syaoran forced the door wide open.
Sakura was on the floor, with her head over the bin.
“Sakura!” Syaoran rushed to her side, and when she looked up, her face was gaunt and pale.
“We should get you to a doctor.” Syaoran suggested.
“No…” Sakura gasped, before bending back over the bin.
“That settles it.” Syaoran said, his hand on her back, rubbing gently, “Wait here.”
As Syaoran rushed out of the bathroom, the doorbell rang.
“Aww, what now?” Syaoran groaned, and he rushed downstairs and practically threw the door open.
“What?” Syaoran growled, before noticing it was Tomoyo on the other side, “Oh, uh, Hi, Tomoyo-san.”
“I thought I’d drop by.” Tomoyo smiled, “Where’s Sakura-chan?”
Syaoran looked upstairs, and then answered, “Why don’t you see for yourself. Follow the sounds of throwing up.”
Tomoyo’s smile fell, and then she grabbed Syaoran and hauled him upstairs back to Sakura.
“What were you doing, leaving Sakura-chan alone like that?” Tomoyo asked with a frown on her face.
“I was going to call a doctor!” Syaoran protested, “Tomoyo-san, let go of me, I can walk perfectly on my own, thank you very much!”
Tomoyo let go and rushed to Sakura.
“Sakura-chan!” Tomoyo knelt down.
“Ugh, I don’t feel so good…” Sakura answered.
“You don’t look it.” Tomoyo placed a hand on her forehead, “You’re boiling.”
“I feel frozen all of a sudden.” Sakura shivered.
“Go lie down and rest.” Tomoyo ordered, helping Sakura to her feet.
Tomoyo disappeared from the room and Syaoran went to pick up the phone to call a doctor.
“It’s begun.” Eriol sighed.
“Master?” Spinel Sun began, “May I inquire as to what you are planning to do?”
“I am merely carrying out the wishes of my prior incarnation.” Eriol sat back.
“Is there something you’re not telling us?” Kaho asked.
“Yes, Kaho.” Eriol nodded, “There was something I never told you about.”
Eriol looked away.
“Sakura-san and Syaoran-san are not Clow’s only descendants.” Eriol said, “There is another.”
“His name is Fei Wong.” Eriol’s face was hidden by shadow, “He wants what many people can only wish and dream for, only he wants to make it real.”
“And what does he want?” Nakuru asked.
“To bring someone back.” Eriol said finally, “Clow Reed worked hard to try to find a way to stop him. Alas, it may not work all to plan.”
“What do you mean?” Kaho persisted.
“The Clow Cards serve more than one purpose.” Eriol looked up, “They serve the purpose of helping in the fight to end Fei Wong’s dream. Fei Wong is old, not as old as Clow Reed was, but his plan has already begun, it will not be long before the two he seek are born, one in this world, the other in a different world. The key to defeating him lies with a chosen few. A young boy named Kimihiro. Sakura-san and Syaoran-san… and their unborn child.”
“Excuse me?” Kaho blinked, “Did you say…?”
“Yes, I did.” Eriol smiled, “They’re going to have a child in the future. Near future.”
Syaoran had gotten changed into something less smart than the clothes he wore for university, and he and Tomoyo had to practically drag Sakura out of the house (with the reluctant help of Keroberos, who would be feeling Sakura’s wrath when she felt better) and to the doctor’s surgery.
“Kinomoto-san.” The doctor called out. Sakura got up, and Syaoran got up with her.
“Syaoran…” Sakura looked at him, “Please, wait here for me.”
Syaoran looked at her worriedly.
“I’ll be fine.” Sakura attempted a smile.
“If you’re sure.” Syaoran sat back down and looked at the floor. Sakura went into the doctor’s room, and the door closed.
“She’ll be alright.” Tomoyo told Syaoran, “Though the next few months may be hell.”
“What do you mean by that?” Syaoran looked at Tomoyo with challenge in his eyes.
“Oh, you’ll see.” Tomoyo smiled.
Minutes passed by. Then Sakura came out of the room back into the waiting room. Syaoran stood up. She looked distant.
“Hey, Sakura…” Syaoran rushed to her, “Is it serious?”
“You could say that.” Sakura looked at Syaoran, and a tear streamed down her cheek.
“Don’t tell me you’re dying.” Syaoran turned pale.
“Not that serious though.” Sakura swallowed, looked at Tomoyo, who nodded, and then faced Syaoran, “Syaoran… I’m pregnant.”
Syaoran froze for a moment. His mind was slowly digesting each syllable of what Sakura had just said to him, and when the words registered, his eyes widened.
“You’re… you mean… you…” Syaoran did not manage much more than the same stutters he suffered when he tried telling Sakura that he loved her years back. Sakura simply nodded.
“What are we going to do?” Sakura whimpered, collapsing into Syaoran’s arms.
“We’re not going to worry about anything for the moment.” Syaoran looked at her, and he smiled, “This is supposed to be a happy moment.”
“You won’t be so happy when Onii-chan gets hold of you.” Sakura sighed.
“I could do without that.” Syaoran admitted, “But let’s not worry about that just yet.”
Syaoran kissed Sakura on the cheek.
The pair, with Tomoyo behind them, walked out of the surgery, and Syaoran and Sakura returned home, where he found his mother and Meilin waiting for him.
“Mother! Meilin!” Syaoran called out, “What brings you out here?”
“To give congratulations, of course.” Yelan Li beamed.
“How…?” Syaoran began.
“Do I know?” Yelan asked, “Someone called Hiiragizawa called me and told me that it had happened.”
“Eriol-kun…” Sakura sighed. She might have known Eriol would know.
“Four-eyed demon should learn to keep his nose out.” Syaoran growled.
“Don’t be that way, Syaoran.” Sakura asked, “Eriol-kun is just looking out for us.”
“I don’t trust him.” Syaoran looked away, “He hasn’t given me good enough reason to, what with those ‘trials’ and everything.”
“Well, now that this has happened…” Yelan began, but Syaoran noticed Meilin was not looking at either of them. It was well-known by now that Meilin had been engaged to Syaoran when they were younger, but had been heartbroken after he told her that he loved Sakura most. Meilin had packed up her things and stayed with Tomoyo that night, to which both Tomoyo and Meilin had said they would not tell Syaoran what had happened, although Syaoran had his guesses. He knew Meilin would have most likely gone to Tomoyo’s place to get everything off her chest with someone who was neither Syaoran nor Sakura.
“Meilin…” Sakura looked at her friend.
“Oh, uh…” Meilin stuttered, she was lost in thought and had been caught off-guard, “Oh, yeah. Congratulations!” she beamed, “Have you decided on names yet?”
“Huh?” Sakura blinked, causing Meilin to giggle.
“Always the same, Kinomoto-chan!” Meilin smiled, “Always as spacey as you used to be.”
“I’m not!” Sakura defended herself.
Syaoran stood back a little.
“It…” he stuttered, “It’s a bit early to be deciding on names isn’t it? We don’t know if it’s a boy or girl yet.”
After the laughing subsided, Meilin looked between Sakura and Syaoran.
“May I talk with Syaoran for a moment, Sakura-chan?” Meilin asked.
“Sure.” Sakura nodded, and Meilin took Syaoran aside.
“What is it, Meilin?” Syaoran asked.
“Have you told Sakura-chan yet?” Meilin asked, “About the premonitions you had back in Hong Kong?”
Syaoran bit his lip.
“Obviously not.” Meilin looked away, “You have to tell her, you understand? You’re putting Sakura-chan at risk. I won’t stand by and let both of you get hurt.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“There’s nothing left to think about.” Meilin shook her head, “Syaoran, ‘that time’ is coming. Your mother prepared you for it. She thought it would be you who dealt with it from her visions, but it can’t be you. It might very well be your child who is the key to ending it.”
Syaoran looked away.
“Why can’t things ever be normal?” Syaoran asked, “For once in my entire life I wish there was no magic, no Fei Wong, no Clow, no Clow Cards, nothing, just me, Sakura and our child.”
“But this isn’t normal.” Meilin protested, “Neither you nor Sakura-chan are normal. You’re both unique. Your child will be unique.”
Meilin turned away.
“His dream will devastate your future, Sakura-chan’s future and the future of your child.” Meilin turned her head slightly, “Do you really want that?”
Syaoran bowed his head.
“No, I don’t.”
“Then tell her the truth.”
Sakura hardly slept that night. She felt so many different things at once. It was all so hard to register.
“Syaoran…” she had said earlier in the evening, “Meilin-chan has a point. We should really decide on the name of our child.”
“Didn’t my point count?” Syaoran had replied, “We don’t even know whether you’ll give birth to a boy or a girl!”
Sakura had dropped the matter but it turned over in her mind so many times that night. What would her child be called? Would it look like Syaoran or her, or perhaps a bit of both?
These were some of the questions she turned over in her head as she turned the light out and went to sleep.
In a brief flash she saw many things at once. First was a young boy who looked startlingly like Syaoran, as he looked at a younger version of Sakura. Then there was the scattering of what looked like feathers. The younger Syaoran and Sakura before a woman with long black hair and a strange black dress, a small white manju bun thing, and two other people, one a slightly built-up man wearing all-black, and the other was a much thinner man wearing all white with sandy-blonde hair. She then saw the same Syaoran, but opposite him was another Syaoran with a blue eye, and the Syaoran wearing black summoned his sword, and Sakura could hear the echoes of ‘Raitei Shourai’.
The flurry of images was becoming a heck of a lot faster, but she could make out a small wrinkled child with long sandy blonde hair, a black-haired child slaughtering anything in his path, flashes of someone who looked like Clow Reed, and many other nonsensical images flashed in her mind for a few moments, before she woke up.
She looked around. It was already morning. Syaoran was not in the bed, so she threw the covers aside.
“Morning.” Syaoran smiled, and he was carrying a tray with breakfast. Sakura went to get up, but Syaoran shook his head and closed the gap quicker than she could move.
“No, no, don’t get up.” Syaoran smiled, and he placed his hands on her shoulders.
Syaoran noticed the look on her face, and his smile faltered.
“What is it?” Syaoran asked, concernedly.
“I…” Sakura struggled for a moment, so she cleared her throat, “I had a premonition.”
“Hmm?” Syaoran’s expression became more serious, “Don’t tell me we lose our child.”
“No.” Sakura shook her head, “At least, not in that way.”
“Then what?” Syaoran asked, worriedly.
“I saw someone who looked like you.” Sakura looked away, “Much younger, but he was with someone who looked like me… And there were these feathers that scattered everywhere…”
Syaoran sighed. Sakura picked up the sigh straight away.
“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Sakura lifted Syaoran’s chin up so their eyes were level.
“It would seem you and I are not the only people descended from Clow Reed.” Syaoran began, “There is another.”
Sakura was listening thoroughly.
“I want you to understand something before I say any more.” Syaoran looked at Sakura, “Until I met you, I always thought I was the one destined for this, to defeat someone who stood in the way of the future. Do you understand what I am saying?”
“I’m with you so far.” Sakura nodded.
“There was a reason Clow Reed created the Clow Cards.”
“What reason?” Sakura asked. Syaoran drew breath for a moment.
“As you know, Clow Reed had the power of foresight.” Syaoran began, “He saw the future, and the future showed him three descendants who have the ability to change the future. You, me, and another man.”
“He goes by the name of Fei Wong Reed.” Syaoran lowered his head, “And his purpose is the same that you’ve probably only dreamed of. He wants to revive someone who has passed away.”
“Do you know who?”
“No.” Syaoran looked away, “Clow never foresaw that. But he foresaw people who could see that, and change it too. One of them…” Syaoran placed a hand on Sakura’s stomach, “Is our son.”
“Son?” Sakura blinked.
“You gave it away when you said ‘a boy with my looks but younger’.” Syaoran nodded, “That has never happened to me, and I’m too old for it now. I don’t know the others destined to stop Fei Wong, except for someone I met once. A young boy. He is called Kimihiro Watanuki. I met his parents once. He’s about three years old at the moment. I knew his parents personally.”
“They died several weeks back.” Syaoran looked away, “Car accident. They both died protecting their child.”
“Oh…” Sakura looked away sadly.
“The young girl who looks like you… it is you, but not…” Syaoran looked at her.
“Huh?” Sakura blinked.
“We’re not the only universe in existence.” Syaoran looked up, “Clow Reed knew that. He knew that along with a woman calling herself the Dimensional Witch. And in those universes, many, many versions of ourselves exist. The person you saw is, or rather, will be, a princess. That’s all I know about her. Not even her name.”
“I know who she is.” Sakura looked away.
“You do?” Syaoran blinked.
“I had a dream when I was thirteen.” Sakura looked at Syaoran, “I was in a destroyed city. That girl, not much older than me, was trying to find her way back. I sensed someone there already that felt familiar. That presence I felt… it’s him… That’s our son, it’s got to be… I knew it was him before I even saw him.”
“Then the future has been set.” Syaoran looked away, “There isn’t anything we can do to change it.”
Sakura took the hand Syaoran had placed on her stomach, and she held it.
“No, there is.” Sakura shook her head.
“Prepare our son for it.” Sakura nodded, “Make sure he’s ready for what will come to pass.”
Syaoran looked away. He got up and headed to the window.
“I don’t know what to do.” Syaoran shrugged, “It all depends on whose power he is closest to.”
“We can teach him a bit of each of our magic, surely?” Sakura asked, “Syaoran?”
“Then when the time comes, I’ll send him to her.” Syaoran said, looking up and out of the window.
“‘Her’?” Sakura blinked.
“The Witch of the Dimensions.” Syaoran turned around, “The only one who can send him where he’s supposed to go. We need to figure other things out too.”
“What do you mean?”
Syaoran clapped his hands together and summoned his old, faithful Jian sword.
“I no longer need this.” Syaoran said, twirling the blade in his hands, “He may need it. I’ll teach him to use the spells that come with it, and how to use it as best I can.”
Syaoran looked up.
“Syaoran…” Sakura sighed, “This is going to be really difficult, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” Syaoran nodded, “Yes, it will be, I won’t lie about that.”
Syaoran closed the distance between him and Sakura again, and sat on the bed with her.
“It will be difficult.” Syaoran repeated, and he placed a hand on Sakura’s shoulder, “It will be… but we’ll have each other to get through it. And we’ll make sure he returns safe. I promise that.”
“Oh, Syaoran…” Sakura sighed and she hugged him tightly, “I don’t know what I’d do… without you…”
Syaoran swallowed and said nothing. Words were not needed for the moment.
A butterfly flitted into the garden of a house. The butterfly landed on the fingers of a woman who looked no older than late twenties, with long, flowing black hair.
“I fear the future will unfold regardless of what we can do.” The woman said, “The acceptable boundaries of interference cannot be tampered with, but I don’t think this is a good way to go.”
The woman looked away, at the two children behind her.
“The time will begin soon.” The woman looked up, “The time to destroy one future and to mend two. I’m sure those related to Clow know this by now.”