Disclaimer: Clamp owns CCS. I only own the plot and the ideas that come with it. Please don't sue or plagiarize. Kamoku No Otome means 'silent maiden'. Enjoy!
Um, Kero and Yue won't be in this story, while the Cards will.
Yippee! Reviews! Sorry about all the fuss and bother about the story's title and all. But it's nice to know that ur all very helpful. ^. ~ So, ready for the next chapter? I sure am� it's seems to be going pretty well� but then again so do all stories at the start� Oh well, for now I'll enjoy the encouragement while it lasts...
Well, last chapter you got to meet Syaoran, Eriol, Tomoyo and Meiling. Do you know who Kamoku really is? Course you do!!! Now at least we can get things going. To Fi, hopefully this chapter will help in what's confusing you�
Kamoku No Otome
Chapter 2: Unmasking Moonlight
I was stained, with a role, in a day not my own
But as you walked into my life you showed what
Needed to be shown
And I always knew, what was right
I just didn't know that I might
Peel away and choose to see with such a
Different sight�
-Vanessa Carlton, Twilight
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I have forgotten how to speak�
Kamoku sat by the windowsill, looking out to the sky, waiting for the sun to sink into the horizon and the moon to show her face.
It is only then that she may reveal her true face.
The mask was her sign of mourning. She never wanted to speak again after what she had seen. What she had felt. She was truly cutting herself from her former self.
She did not want to be Sakura Kinomoto.
Sakura Kinomoto was tainted. Tainted with her family's blood. Tainted with the guilt. Tainted with the sorrow. Tainted with a mark upon her very soul. And when she had begun to realize this all, she believed that there was nothing that would heal the gaping hole in her heart.
For she had cried too long. So finally she had gotten angry. Angry with Touya, for not realizing that there was something terribly wrong. Angry with Nadeshiko, for not having tried hard enough to sense this creature. Angry at Fujitaka for being ignorant of the facts that they could not have led an ideal life.
And angry at God. What did she do to deserve the pain? So she pushed literally everyone away. Only Tomoyo had not been shoved away. She was the one who kept her in Life. Stopped her every time she tried to cut herself. Every time she tried to drown herself. Only when Tomoyo told her that her family would have wanted her to live had she finally broke down.
So Tomoyo was the only one who wanted her to live. So she gave her the courtesy of friendliness.
It was time.
The moon had begun to show itself. She waited, until the white light bathed the tips of her mask. Slowly, her pale hands reached up to the corners of the silver edging. Pushing it slowly off, she bowed her head. Placing the silver mask down, she did not touch her skin.
She turned to Tomoyo, who had been preparing her bath.
Tomoyo gasped silently, the softest sigh fell from her mouth. Nothing had changed.
Her cousin was still very beautiful. Of course, things were slightly changed. The rosy cheeks she used to have been gone. The sweet smile had disappeared a long time ago. And her emerald orbs now echoed sadness beyond any could imagine. Unlike they once had sparkled with unshed laughter and love for her brother and parents.
But the same auburn hair was still soft, Tomoyo made sure. She took the cape that hung from her cousin's shoulders, pulling at the tie at the back and eased it off her. Now, all that were left was a white plain dress. No trimmings, no edgings, no frills.
Now, she took her leave, to ask the innkeeper to have food sent up so that her cousin could have a meal. Kamoku only ate at night when the moon was out. Any other time was not permitted. So if the moon was hidden, it left Kamoku hungry. And this, Tomoyo did not like at all in the least.
Gradually, Kamoku undressed from the white dress. It was left on the edge of the bed, folding itself as the voiceless woman made her way to touch the cold surface of the water in the bathtub.
It was too cold for her liking. Swirling a finger, clockwise then anti, the water turned lukewarm. Just right for a person to bathe in.
She slipped in, the water making small ripples, as she laid eyes closed to the world, waiting until she could sense Tomoyo. Taking a clean cloth from the mass of items that were next to the bath, she added soap and began scrubbing�
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Lower Quarters�
Eriol was already asleep in the room where they had shared. Syaoran, sitting cross-legged on the floor, was meditating while Mei was staring out the small window they had and watched the stars.
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
Wish I may, wish I might,
Have this wish I wish tonight�
'I wish�'
"Mei, you should go to sleep." Even with his eyes closed, Syaoran had felt Mei's shifting feet, which had distracted him from his meditation. After all, his concentration had been bad all night.
"Tomorrow you will be able to visit all the shops. You will need your strength. You must not be a burden."
Scowling at him, knowing fully well he knew she was angry, she sighed and looked once back out to the stars.
'I wish for someone to tame Syaoran and make him humane.'
And as she slipped into bed, outside in the cool refreshing air of the night, a blazing silver shooting star fell from the sky.
Syaoran smirked. Knowing there was nothing he could really do about the meditation, he headed outside to the gardens where there would be just night animals and he.
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The garden�
He was sweating now, doing his usual round of kicks and punches, slides and hooks. The night was as quiet as it could be without being odd. His movements were fluid and graceful. It seemed like a dance with the wind as it began to billow.
Clouds were on the horizon. And they were carrying heavy rainwater in them. Soon, the wind had begun to increase.
Rain droplets began to fall, from the heavens above as the clouds stopped any beams of light from the moon to be seen.
Scowling up at the atmosphere, Syaoran growled and went back inside to the inn, not realizing that there had been two pairs of eyes that had been watching him.
Right up at the very top of the inn, a grey figure sat, among the roof slates and tiles. The grey eyes watched, for a while before they slipped away. And a shadow fled, leaving no trace of anything being there.
And from the second storey, Kamoku watched, as the rain fell from the skies. As the water dropped and was blown to her. Where, it brushed onto the silver surface of her mask and fell, like teardrops from the cheek.
Chapter 3
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