THOSE BEGININGS
stories with no endings.
here you'll find discontinued first chapters that oh so clutter my documents from top to bottom. who knows? maybe one of you maybe be inspired. however these ideas still belong to me so please respect the thought process. if you find one you like, you can encourage me to continue it. and then perhaps you'll see the rest of it on fanfiction.

The Fireflies
::this is a story i started but never bothered to continue because of the confusing lack of plot and things. This is just a preview of what the first chapter would've looked like. if you're confused then good, its supposed to be. lol.
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Syaoran bit back his disappointment. What the hell does that mean?

But before neither could make another move Syaoran was flung on to the hard cold floor. Stars shot up in his eyelids as he gasped for a breath of air. Why hadn’t he sensed anyone else? Careless, he was getting damn careless.

“He went that way!” Someone shouted.

Now he could hear feet on the rooftops, the wind splitting open as a figure leapt in to the air. The strange pull in his chest had increased to tremendous warmth that swelled in to every limb. This was the power that had brought him to the city, who had such a powerful aura? It left him nearly breathless. And then it was gone, vanished, as if it had never existed. Syaoran rubbed his forehead and opened his eyes.

More sorcerers.

Syaoran got up in a rush before his heart had caught on and was nearly sent on his back again. His palm encircled the leg a couple inches away from his chest. It was a girl.

He couldn’t see her face clearly; she wore a mask that covered her mouth and nose. The sky was already fading to an endless black, but in the diminishing light, he saw that her hair was a shade of brown.

Twisting her ankle from his hands she swung her fists at his face. Syaoran sidestepped the attack easily just as another hand came towards him. He leapt in to the air. Girl or not, nobody got away with hurting him.

Syaoran hit the floor with his shoulders and rolled to the side until he was on his feet once more. She was already upon him in every each opening she could get.

“Funny – “ Syaoran said through spaces between her hands, “I don’t remember knowing you– “ He barely moved out of the way as a skillful kick skimmed across the bridge of his nose. Syaoran flew backwards and landed right on the ledge, he lifted a finger to brush across his face, “Not bad – you managed to get a hand on me.” She stayed where she was, taking deep breaths.

The corners of his mouth lifted in to a smirk, “My bad – it was only a finger.”

“Moon!” She called suddenly, throwing Syaoran off balance, “Moon! This one’s strong.”

In two seconds Syaoran hit the wall with a sickening crunch. Shit.

That wasn’t a punch. It was wind. Syaoran grabbed his throbbing head and stumbled to his toes. It was another stranger, standing besides the masked girl. This one was a sorcerer, a powerful sorcerer. And he didn’t bother with wearing a mask.

In one hand raised a tall long staff that passed his head and burst out in dangerous spikes of different lengths. It fell to the floor in a resounding thunk of metal and gravel as he finished the cast spell.

Without another moment of hesitation Syaoran unsheathed his sword and stood with one of his deadliest stances. His sword at his hip and his legs spread far apart to take on any offensive maneuver this sorcerer might try on him. But to his amazement, the man’s eyes lifted and then his lips broke in to an unmistakable smile.

“Li Syaoran,” The man said as if reading from a long assembly of names, his voice was filled with humor, “ – I never thought I’d see you here.”

That voice.

Syaoran dropped his hands and his sword dangled at his side, “How do you know who I am?”

“It’d be a shame for cousins to not know each other.”

Can’t be, impossible.

But as the moon rose in to the sky and it set light upon the man standing on the gravel roof. It was no mistake.

“Hiiragizawa,” Syaoran said with an annoyed look on his face, and he slid his sword back in its sheathe as a proper address, “I thought you were dead.”

“I would be if you listen to your family back home – and here I’m called Moon,” The man chuckled, “Sorry for taking you by surprise, we like to work quickly – I didn’t know it was you.”

“We?” Syaoran made his way over to the two strangers.

“I’m sure you’ve already met this lovely girl,” The dark haired sorcerer moved aside to reveal the person Syaoran had just fought with. Her mask was dropped around her neck, and her chin turned in the opposite direction refusing to meet anyone’s eyes, “Her name is Sakura, you may call her that.”

She stirred under Syaoran’s harsh critical gaze, “It doesn’t sound like a family name,”

“Because it isn’t,” Eriol replied shortly and Syaoran realized he was finishing that train of thought, “Now dear cousin – why are you here?”

Why am I here?

“I’ve been traveling for years – is there a reason to not be here?”

“Ah – but it’s only curious because sorcerers have been appearing in this city at an alarming rate – you don’t happen to be one of those who were drawn to this place by a mysterious power? I’m sure you feel it too, and that is why you are standing here.”

“So it’s not a part of my imagination,” Syaoran said absentmindedly to the sorcerer, “You can sense its magic as well – “ Syaoran moved his fingers at his sides, where was that warmth? That surge of power that had ensnared his senses and left him numb. The source of that power had been so close. And now it was gone, Syaoran was left cold.

It was the girl who interrupted before Eriol could say anything, “Kero has not come back yet – I think we should wait for him back Downtown – I’m pretty sure he can take care of himself.”

He sighed, “Alright…but that was our last lead for today, we’re going to have to start fresh in the morning,” Eriol lifted his eyes at the man before him, “You seem to have just reached here – do you need a place to spend the night?”

“It wouldn’t happen to be with you would it?” Syaoran said sourly.

“Am I really that dislikeable? I’m supposed to be dead – it won’t be so bad,” Eriol chuckled and turned to the side of the building, “Alright – enough playing around – the sun’s set – we should leave before the night brings more dangers.”

He vanished like the fleeting shadow of a bird’s wing and the roof was left bare.