Evanescent Smile
By Sakura and Syaoran 4eva
Hi peoples! My second fanfic! I know, I know. I should be concentrating on The Card Creator right now, (go read that story too! haha) but I don't know, I felt like writing this one. This is like one of those asian dramas/ tv series. Still deciding whether there will be magic or not…
Ok enough with my blabbering. I never write disclaimers because I'm sure you're all smart enough to know that I DON'T OWN CARDCAPTOR SAKURA. If you ever thought I did, sorry, you have issues, go see a psychologist or something. Oh, I just wrote a disclaimer. Meh.
As you all know:
"character talking"
character thinking
(me talking or notifications of time, location etc)
Sorry for any mistakes, wrong use of tense, grammatical and spelling errors or parts that just don't make sense. I always do that…not on purpose though…xD And this a modern story, it's not going to be like the start the whole way through.
The story….
Some things last forever. Some things don't…
A smile of love. A smile of deceit. A smile of pure happiness.
These can be seen in everyday life.
A genuine smile is what's rarely seen, and when smiled, it ends all misery, just for that moment.
It is a smile people want to smile.
It is a smile people want to see.
It is an evanescent smile.
(Ancient times)
A beautiful girl wearing flowing pale pink robes hurried gracefully across the jade green grass to her beloved, who was mounted on a black stallion with an army trailing behind. Her long, wide sleeves fluttered behind her as she ran.
"Syaoran! Syaoran-kun!" She called desperately.
The young man dismounted and called back to the general,
"Please continue. I will be there in a moment"
The general nodded his head.
"Of course, your highness. Bid your farewells with Princess Sakura."
He instructed the uncountable number of people to continue walking. Soon, when the footsteps quietened down and the blur of red and black armour disappeared, Prince Syaoran led his horse over to Princess Sakura and they embraced.
"Please take good care of yourself." He murmured into her sweet smelling hair. His hard, Chinese style armour was not the slightest bit comfortable to lean on, but Sakura didn't mind. She just wanted stay with him for a bit longer. Before he went to another dangerous battle.
"Syaoran-kun, please do not leave me." She pleaded.
"I can not. This is a very important battle." He said sadly.
"It is always for the country. For the people. What about for me? Do you even care how I feel?"
Immediately, she wished to take back the words.
"I am sorry. I am being selfish."
"Sakura. I-"
She cut him off.
"Do you remember what I told you about the legend of the emerald necklaces?" Tears were welling in her eyes.
He stroked her face lovingly. "Of course."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful necklace. It had a glistening emerald set in an intricately carved base. It was simple, yet elegant and beautiful in its own way.
Sakura clutched onto an identical one, around her neck.
"That if someone gave their beloved one of the emerald necklaces at sunset, and kept the other themselves, they would be granted everlasting love and happiness. I gave you the necklace at sunset, and I kept the other myself. As long as you neither of us lose the necklace, the legend will come true."
"I know." he wiped the tears that were trickling down her face.
"S-so, you have to come back, safely. And then, we can get married and live happily. Like how we planned it. Like how it is meant to be!"
"I will."
They embraced once more, and Syaoran planted a slow, meaningful kiss on her lips, before leaving.
Princess Sakura rode on a snow white horse. galloping as fast as it could. She had received bad news, news she did not want to believe was true.
She could see something in the distance. As she got closer, she realised it was the battle grounds. Bodies lay everywhere. Shields, swords and spears scattered around. The earth was stained with blood. The stench of blood and smoke filled her nostrils.
No. Her heart pounded against her chest.
The few people wandering around were mourning, carrying away the bodies of ones they knew. It was a terrible sound, full of despair.
Princess Sakura frantically searched around. Something glinting in the last rays of the sun, hidden behind heavy grey clouds, caught her eye. She ran over to it, dreading what she was about to discover.
She heard thunder roar. Raindrops started to fall. She crouched onto the muddy ground and flipped over the dead body in front of her. She gasped. Tears flowed freely, more tears than the raindrops. She touched his scratched face. No. Syaoran. No…
His left hand was in a fist. Something inside it was shiny. She pried open his bloody fingers and found what had led her to Syaoran. The emerald necklace. He had been holding it till the moment he died. She held his hand and cried her heart out.
(2008)
RIIINNNGGGGGGGG!!!
The immensely disturbing sound of a ringing alarm clock echoed throughout the house. A hand shot out from under pink covers decorated with cherry blossoms. After the clock was attacked and eventually thrown into the opposite wall, it stopped it's ringing. A half asleep Sakura rolled onto the floor with a thud. She let out a sound that could pass as a grunt and groan put together. After untangling herself from the sheets, she groggily walked into the small bathroom connected to her bedroom.
A while after, Sakura emerged, feeling and looking more refreshed. A small gold brown ball of fluff bounded into her room and attempted to jump on her.
"Morning Kero." Sakura tried to calm down her hyper little Pomeranian puppy.
(Just a note, in Sakura's school in this story, there's no uniform)
Sakura opened her drawer and dug around for something to wear. Not that she had much to choose from. Sakura didn't, putting it nicely, have many good outfits. Putting it badly, she dressed like a nerd. It started from a time when Sakura was about 6. One of her snobby little classmates had told her she was fat and ugly. That had left a deep impression in Sakura's mind, making her gradually develop a phobia of dressing nicely. What's the point? She always asked herself. People are just going to laugh at you for trying, and wearing what you're not worthy of.
The comment Sakura's little classmate who-obviously-did-not-learn-to-mind-her-own-business-and-shut-her-big-mouth made was when she was 6, when she was cute and chubby. Now, 10 years later, Sakura certainly wasn't cute and chubby anymore. In fact, she had grown into a beautiful young lady. She was skinny, but not anorexic, with curves in the right places. She did a lot of sports which gave her a figure to die for. She was the perfect height too, 1.65 metres. She had sparkling, green eyes that glistened like two emeralds. Long lashes surrounded her striking eyes, and auburn hair with light brown streaks framed her delicate face. Her hair was straight, not layered, not curled, and trailed down to the middle of her back. But, like every other morning, Sakura pulled it into a tight ponytail, leaving no strand of hair out. Sakura pulled on a pair of faded jeans, even though it was 30 degrees outside. She buttoned up her baggy shirt, put on her reading glasses that she always wore and grabbed her backpack. Everyone, including her friends, could see Sakura was really beautiful. Only Sakura herself failed to. And she hid herself behind hideous clothing.
Sakura felt around her neck for the emerald necklace she always wore, the last thing her mother had left her before she died. Every morning, Sakura checked to see if it was there. She couldn't afford to lose it, even though she had two identical ones in her possession. This one was special, it had been passed down generations from her mother's side. The other had been found by Fujitaka Kinomoto, Sakura's dad, on one of his recent digs.
Sakura stood at the top of the stairs, savouring the smell of pancakes that was wafting into her nose.
"Kaijuu, stop standing there like a retard and come eat. You're going to be late for school!" Her brother called.
Sakura stuck her tongue out, a gesture her brother didn't see. Yes, Sakura dressed like a nerd, but acted like the sweet, childish teenager she really was inside.
"I'm not a Kaijuu! Or a retard!"
She stomped angrily down the stairs to find her brother and his foot that deserved to be stood on. Seeing he was flipping pancakes in the air, she decided to let him off this once, in case she accidently made him accidently set the house on fire.
Sakura kissed a picture of her mother, Nadeshiko.
"Morning mum."
She whispered. The picture was a very carefree shot, of her mother happily laughing amidst a field of purple flowers, her long silver grey (not from age) hair flowing in the breeze.
Sakura sat down at the table and smiled, seeing the pancakes covered with strawberries and whipped cream, sitting a pool of maple syrup. Just the way I like it.
"Dad's on overseas again." Touya, her annoying big brother currently in uni, informed her.
"Ok."
Sakura's dad was a archaeologist and he often went on digs that weren't in Japan.
She glanced at her phone and her mouth dropped open.
"Hoeeee! I'm going to be late!"
She had ten minutes to get to school. Gobbling up her delicious breakfast she raced out the door while calling something that sounded like,
"I'm going to school!"
Touya laughed and shook his head. She would never change.
Sakura waved to the owner of Sweets, a little store that sold drinks, cakes, pastries and snacks. Kris was a nice, outgoing girl, in her mid-twenties, who wanted to promote her grandmothers famous recipes and opened the little shop. The shop was in a good location, where people would easily notice it coming or going from work or school. It was also the place Sakura and her friends worked some afternoons.
Sakura then walked past the park, where the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Delighted, she forgot about school and raced under trees, breathing in the sweet fragrance. She twirled around like an innocent child, a smile lighting up her whole face, petals drifting around her. Catching one in her hand, she admired its beauty. She heard a slight chuckle and looked up. Realising she had been watched the whole time, her face flushed a bright red.
Staring into the eyes of the person standing in front of her, she was captivated. They were a unique colour, a shining amber, and seemed to hold different emotions and secrets within. Her eyes then wandered around, studying him. His messy, chestnut brown hair with copper streaks that gleamed in the sun, his striking and defined features, his tall frame and well built body. Sakura came up with the conclusion that he was very good looking. He looks so…familiar…
Little did she know, the guy was equally mesmerized by her eyes. They are such a beautiful colour…like glistening emeralds. She could lose the glasses though…
Sakura blushed deeper when she realised he was staring at her too. Then her eyes widened.
"OHMYGODIMLATEFORSCHOOL!" she exclaimed in a hurry.
The guy in front of her blinked, with a confused yet amused expression.
"HI! NICE MEETING YOU! WELL WE DIDN'T REALLY MEET BUT BYE!!"
She practically screamed in his face. Then she ran across the park, weaved through the traffic and was out of sight.
A small smile crept across his lips.
"What a funny girl…" he muttered. He took out his phone and checked the time.
"Crap! New school and I'm late on the first day! I'm seriously f***ed."
With that, he ran off in the direction Sakura went.
How's that? Worth a review? Even if it wasn't, please review and tell me what to improve on!
I realised that my first chapters are always formal-ish. But then they start to get random. Lol. Those of you who have read my other story, you know what I mean. Those of you who haven't, read it!
But hopefully this will be better than the other story. (In terms of writing). I'm really trying to improve! Based on the reviews I got.
Anyways, thanks for coming and please review on your way out. Have a nice day!
Love and kisses,
Sakura and Syaoran 4eva