Death. A word that Sakura never wanted to think about. Could it be the next day? The next year? The next second? And even though she fought and captured many Clow cards through her teenage years, she always imagined her deathbed to be soft and warm. Or she imagined falling into a dream world full of flowers and dewdrops clinging to evergreen leaves. Or most often when she thought of death at an old age, she thought of dying in his arms. Little did she know her death would come swiftly and surprisingly.
For she found herself dead. And it was the strangest way to die. She still didn't know how it happened. Sakura didn't die of wounds. Sakura didn't die of disease or anything like that. As mentioned before, the young woman died unnaturally. She died at the gentle hands of the last person on earth she thought would commit such a devious act. Her rival and love, Syaoran.
Syaoran wasn't evil and even though he was Sakura's rival, he would never dare hurt her… so what happened? Did Syaoran just open his amber orbs and go, 'I think I'm going to kill Sakura today.' No, far from it. Syaoran had no intention of killing this auburn haired beauty.
Now when you hear that this man had no intention of killing her you might think, 'What? But then why is she dead?' Sakura still ponders that over and over. So how did he kill her?
She found herself sitting on the trunk of the grand cherry blossom tree in the shrine.
Five minutes to live.
The unsuspecting murderer walked towards her and put a strong arm around her and soothed her while stroking her hair comfortingly. This was a bold move for the descendent of Clow, but he was determined today. Today, he had a mission.
Three minutes to live.
She sobbed and cried hard and rested her head against him. She barely noted in her little remaining time of life, that a flush of red had painted itself on her cheeks. Syaoran smiled sympathetically as she calmed down and remained in her killer's arms.
Two minutes to live.
The suns slowly began to fall as Syaoran noticed her hair change to more exuberant colors and her emerald eyes light up and shimmer with the hard tears of the day. He placed a hand on her soft one and they blushed together in a crimson blaze. She shifted her feet and thrust her body away from him.
Then he grabbed her hand.
One minute to live.
She stopped 'dead' in her tracks and breathed in a deep breath of rich air. It filled her lungs as he spun her around to face him. This was the last time her pretty face would see the same light of day. Because when her lips met his, she died.
She died and went to heaven.
And too him she was an angel.
A/N: Cuteness! If you think she died, she didn't. It's a play off of the expression, 'Died and gone to heaven.' – tsubasa37