AN: Dealing with plot bunnies are hell!!! They bite, at least, that's what I think bunnies do.... Anyway, I've got the story started, but unfortunately, I haven't written out the entire story yet, so I may have to deal with writer's block occassionally.....he..he....
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Warnings: AU, and major, major OOC's
Reminders: This is not a crossover. No matter how many characters that come from a wide variety of animes I place in this story. I simply do not like OC's. (since I'm no good in making one)
Fiction Rating: T
Summary: She will become Japan's greatest weapon, as long as she falls in love.
He is China's greatest hope, and chance of survival, until he falls victim into a power not even he, as a general of China's greatest battalion, could defeat. He is China's strongest man, until he finds himself falling in love. To his greatest enemy...
Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura sadly does not belong to me. If it did, Syaoran and Sakura had long ago confessed their undying love for each other and lived happily ever after in whatever kingdom that was near Tomoeda. Plus, I don't draw... My last attempt in drawing had ended up in sheer destruction of the world of paper, so I decided to take pity on the poor papers (not to mention the trees) and stop any attempts in holding a pen for the sheer purpose of forming a picture that can't be made with words....But I do have a wild imagination... I just can't seem to use illustrations to convey its 'wild-ness'... XD
Come to think of it, the characters from other animes I put in here do not belong to me either.....
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THE CRYING GAME
-A Card Captor Sakura FANFICTION-
PROLOGUE
-YEAR 2008-
In these times the Earth has been broken. Peace was something the people were not familiar about. There was always chaos, wars, fighting. Gone were the times when one could speak freely. Gone were the times when people trusted each other. No more music, no more laughter.
The citizens of Earth had been divided. The Chinese and the Japanese. They fought each other for dominance. One race versus the other.
It was during these times when the scientists of the Japanese had discovered a scientific breakthrough.
After many years of hoping and experimenting, one test subject had finally come out positive. One test subject that was to be the hope of the losing Japanese.
For many years, the scientists had tried and tested different theories, different laws and all failed, until now.
Until one subject had come out of the experiment room, alive. Alive and powerful.
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Tomoyo Daidouji brushed the stray bangs off her face as she started up the white-washed ceiling of the laboratory. She could barely conceal her impatience as her feet tapped the floor in a rhythmic manner. Her white lab coat had never felt so heavy and tight before as it was now.
Impatience, she found out, was definitely something not to be trifled with.
But what could she do?
Just last night, she had received a call from her superiors. Subject number 24KU12A had come out positive.
She literally flew out of bed and ran all the way to Japan's science laboratory, located just a scant few blocks away from her home.
Naturally, anyone who would hear the newswould be very excited. Japan was losing. That much was a fact. And the success of the decade-year old experiment was something that would cause quite a big flare of hope to encompass Tomoyo's slender figure. Let alone, the entire Tomoeda. Not to mention the Kanto region. And of course, the entire Japanese empire.
"Would Dr. Tomoyo Daidouji of the Reseach Facilities Department please head on to Room No. 4-A? I repeat, Dr. Tomoyo Daidouji of the Research Facilities Department, please head on to Room 4-A."
As she heard the voice over the intercom, she jumped off the comfort of the bench she was sitting on and practically ran all the way down the corridor.
Uncharacteristic as it was, she didn't care at all. Not when the biggest scientific breakthrough was about to be conceived in her very own eyes.
3-A
3-B
3-C
3-D
4-A!!
She skidded to a stop as she tried to regain her composure. Before she could knock, though, the door was opened by a jet black-haired man clad in a white lab coat, very much like Tomoyo's.
"Sensei," Tomoyo acknowledged, nodding her head to him.
"Not busy this morning, I hope?" Hatori Sohma inquired as he opened the door wider for Tomoyo to enter.
"I have no appointments at all, sensei," Tomoyo replied. I cancelled all of them after I heard the news.
"Cancelled them all?" Hatori asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm afraid so," was the curt reply.
The silence that enveloped them wasn't an awkward one. Nor was it a comfortable one that friends or lovers would share. It was merely the silence that professionals that understood the need of professionals would share.
Tomoyo used the time to examine the room.
It didn't contain much. Sofa's leaning against the wall, a coffee table with science books and volumes neatly stacked underneath it, a small side table with the latest phone on top of it, and bookshelves lining the other side of the wall, containing even more science volumes and books.
But what really grabbed the attention of the dark-haired scientist was the chestnut door looming at the other side of the room. She was sure that Subject 24KU12A was in the other side.
"Daidouji-san!"
Tomoyo snapped out of her reverie. "I'm sorry, Sohma-sensei. I wasn't paying attention to you that much. What did you say, again?"
"As I was saying," Hatori repeated. "We have decided that you are to be the guardian of this test subject. Therefore, it is mandatory for you to know all of the details of this project, before you would be allowed to meet the subject herself."
Tomoyo nodded as Hatori handed her a fat folder that he produced from underneath the coffee table. CLASSIFIED was stamped in big, bold, black letters across the cream surface.
"I'll leave you alone to study that. If ever you need me," Hatori gestured to the chestnut door. "Just knock."
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Hatori Sohma watched the subject sleep peacefully with a guarded expression.
When she was sleeping, she wasn't half as destructive. Half as powerful. In fact, she looked like an innocent little child that could do no harm. Cute, would even be possible. Thinkable, at the very least, that is, if he was one of those fools who did not know exactly what this girl was capable of doing.
Hatori had been her appointed doctor-scientist ever since she had woken up. He could not decipher why, though. Sure, he was the best in his field... But before the experiment happened, he had been..... emotionally attached..... with this patient. Therefore, scratching him from the list of her potential doctors.
But Japan needed the best, and to do it, they chose to overlook the little flaw that had formed in the tightly-bound fabric of their plan.
Hatori wouldn't even use the word choose. Rather, the scientists needed to overlook the haunting fact.
But their worries had been needless.
Along with the tremendous amount of power the girl gained came lost memories.
No longer did she have a past. Not that which she could recall, anyway.
Hatori sighed. This girl's humanity had been, unwillingly, stripped away from her.
If this girl had been half of what she was before she was experimented upon, she would have cried with despair to see what they had done to her.
For one, they had cut her hair. The tameable auburn locks that ended briefly near her collarbone was what was left of her once natural, curly tresses that she treasured very much.
Her eyes. They weren't even human. At least, not anymore. A dull ugly green had replaced her twinkling emerald pools that Hatori had, more than once, found himself drowning in. Now... Hatori didn't even think those brittle, shallow orbs could hold his gaze for long. At least, not without them crumbling from his intense stare.
Her once tanned skin had been replaced by a enormous mass of pale white, that one would think she was a ghost. Indeed, that was what is fitting for her. Yes, she was a ghost. A ghost of what she was before this occurence ever happened.
Hatori never even saw her smiling visage again. Rather, that poignant face would stare at him all day, unblinking and devoid of any emotion.
And her face was just as agonizing as the rest. It was a sallow, pallid, ashen-white remain of what used to be a rich, bright, hopeful countenance. A great contrast against her, still, rosy lips. It was, of Hatori's opinion, the only trace of humanity left in the girl he once considered his friend.
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Tomoyo opened the folder with trembling hands.
The first page was the timeline of the project, from ten years ago, until the success today.
Uninteresting.
Flipping to the next page, Tomoyo found the data she was looking for.
Laboratory Test Subject No. 178, 254 of Experiment C412D- C4PTO12
FILE NAME: 24KU12A
RESULT: Positive
DESIGNED FOR: Total Destruction
REQUIREMENTS FOR ACTIVATION: Love
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Tomoyo gave out a tired sigh as she closed the folder and went to answer the shrill ring of the telephone, echoing down the halls of her lavander room. She tugged at the blinds, keeping the outside world out of view.
"Tomoyo Daidouji of Research Facilities Department, speaking," she said politely to the receiver.
"Ah, Daidouji-san, a pleasure to hear from you," the receiving line greeted to the confused Tomoyo.
"Excuse me for being rude, but could you please tell me your name?"
"Don't you remember me? I'm your old colleague. Eriol Hiiragizawa," the man said, his tone light.
"Hiiragizawa-han... what business do you have for me?"
The light, friendly tone suddenly grew serious. "I've heard about the new assignment they gave you..."
"About the positive test subject?"
"Yes. 24KU12A"
"You're using the subject's file name, correct?"
"Of course. That is what we... formally... should call her."
"Do you know the human name given to her by the laboratory? Or her old name, before she was brought to the lab?"
"Personal questions," the man chuckled. "Do not need to be answered. Personal attachments to the test subject are... strictly prohibited... Except, of course, if you are a man...."
"Meaning?"
Tomoyo heard a sigh coming from the other line. "My, my, have you been paying attention to what you have been reading Dr. Daidouji? That test subject was designed for destruction...."
"And?"
Another sigh. "Dr. Tomoyo. Daidouji. Test Subject No. 178, 254 of Experiment C412D- C4PTO12 or should I say, 24KU12A is Japan's greatest weapon.... Or at least, she will be, as long as we make her fall in love."
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TBC...
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I'm sorry if the prologue didn't appear to be much... As I had said, (or typed, but that's beside the point), I just wrote this out to calm down the plot bunny that has been bugging me for the past few weeks.... I would have given it a carrot to chew on, but surprisingly, we were out of carrots (not that I'm complaining), so I had to do this.... Don't worry, I don't take pleasure in unfinished stories, so I'll make sure this thing is finished...
Of course, reviews help ease up the aching finger joints....(typing is hell...I'm not exactly a computer person....) After all, a review a day keeps muscle pains and writer's block away...
Signed and sealed,
Blue-feathered Wings