Beautiful Disaster Chapter 1, a card captor sakura fanfic

Love blooms in the midst of autumn leaves and sunsets

DarkMoonChylde: Greetings! It's wonderful to have you here. I just popped in to say hello and give the ever so dreaded disclaimer! Well here I go…

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Card Captor Sakura or any of the characters involved in that they all belong to Clamp. Thank you.

WARNINGS: there is a Character death in the first chapter, don't be upset I gave you pre-warning. This is a slash pairing. You know lemon, yaoi, Shounen ai, fluff, and all that Jazz so don't get all mad at me when you come to find it is and you don't like it, I warned you ahead of time and if you don't like it you can leave.

Thank you.

Pairings: Sy/E

A beautiful Disaster

A most unexpected love blooms in the midst of autumn leaves and sunsets. Sun beats down lighter then normal as a cold winter draws near. Photographs of a dream yet told, capture their passing moments to be remembered forever.

The skies above were once beautiful blue as the hot days of fall were now slowly changing into the cooler days of winter, changed quickly. The skies began to rumble and soon it began to rain, as if heaven itself was upset at the consequences god has chosen for the unfortunate souls in Tomoeda below. The clouds grew and soon became to heavy as they began to pour their contents, weeping heavily to the ground below the day that had once been beautiful now materialized into a day of sorrow.

The streets had become empty quickly at this unexpected storm and they had hurried home or into the nearest store or place near them that offered shelter until the rain lightened up some so as they could go back out again. The students of the neighboring schools had all gone home in a mad flurry instead of their usual slow passed saunter, hoping to get out of the rain before it got worse. It took no time at all before the streets were deserted and everyone was in hiding. It seemed only a single soul was out in the torrent.

This soul was out in the rain due to the fact that he chose not to go home and sit in an empty apartment waiting for a girl to come through the door happy as can be, even though she never would return again. Rain mixed with tears and tears mixed with rain as it trickled down his already wet face and body. It caused his clothes to become heavy as they hung off him and his auburn hair, that appeared so much darker from the sheer fact it was wet, cling to his face and hanging in his red eyes hiding them from any wandering eyes that might see him crying.

He had gone out on an errand that day for the sake of just going out since staying at the apartment was harder now that Sakura was out of the picture and the fact people kept calling him over and over to say they were sorry, or that they wished him the best of luck, or they wanted to see how he was doing, was getting rather annoying. He didn't want to talk to anyone right now, he wasn't okay, he was just… there….because all he knew and cared for had come crashing down before his eyes. It all became a beautiful disaster. (1)

The sun beat down heavily onto the earth below making this day terribly hot even though it was late fall, or would have, had it not been for the cooling breeze that danced around Tomoeda keeping it just bearable. School let out for most students not counting those who had afternoon classes, and children began to fill the street along with most teens that were headed home or just out to hang with friends. Sakura was walking to the grocery store to shop for the much needed essentials at the apartment, not a care in the world, as she brooded about what Syaoran wanted for dinner. (2)

She had so often been at Syaoran's apartment recently since their relationship got off the ground from mere infatuation to full blown, "I love you" relationship, granted they still hadn't done much more then kiss and hold hands, after all a relationship like theirs can only go so far so fast. She came to find the brunette hardly kept track of what was going on, or took care of himself more then some lunch at school and shower everyday and things like that. He hardly ate at home unless Sakura made him because to him, it seemed pointless; he had much more important things to do.

She skated casually along the street muttering out loud to herself what she was going to buy as she counted it off on her fingers, her big brown eyes, filled with concentration and not seeing the tragedy that was to come.

It started out like any normal day; Sakura got out of school and was about to head over to Syaoran's apartment when she remembered he needed some things from the store so she turned to go that way since she knew she had time before Syaoran would be home. Syaoran had one more class than her since his mother instructed him to claiming it was for the best "sound mind and body" she would say, or something like that, and then instruct him to do something more "constructive" with his life. So to make her happy, as the poor boy strove to always please his mother, being the heir in the family and all, he took the class.

It didn't take her very long to shop so she was skating home slowly as she thought about dinner, her smile growing ever larger at the thought of what they would eat and how much Syaoran would like it, weather he would say so or not. She was so deep in thought she didn't take any notice o the horn that blared at her or the tires that screeched before it was too late.

Syaoran returned home that day, unaware anything had gone wrong for he never obtained his family's gift for sensing danger or things like that, so he treated the day as any other.

He came inside with his usual greeting of "I'm back" (3) and slid out of his shoes before walking into the kitchen. It wasn't until then did he realize something was actually out of place. Sakura wasn't there, which was undeniably odd since she spent more time there then her real home, only returning home to sleep and shower, sometimes not even.

As he peered around the dead silent, empty apartment he wondered if maybe she went home for something and her brother perhaps made her do something, or possibly her dad came home from one of his many archeological outings so she is spending time with him. If that were the case though, she would have called, she always did.

He checked his watch before walking to the phone to call her and see what was up. However the phone rang before he had a change to even dial. Thinking it might be her he casually picked it up not really worrying about what was going on, on the other end.

"Moshi, Moshi, Sakura I was just about to call" he said resting the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he pulled out some things from his back pack, his teacher had given him a large project to do and only a short amount of time to do it. Strange as it may seem he was doing homework, those you love, tend to rub off on you sometimes. However, the sound on the other end of the line was not happy, and it was not Sakura.

"S-Sya-Syaoran, its Tomoyo" she said softly, sounding as if she had been or was crying. "It's about Sakura…"

As he was told what had happened, the news being relayed to Sakura's family first and then Tomoyo since she was so close to the girl, Syaoran nearly dropped the phone. Or actually he did. Standing there in complete shock he even dropped his papers and materials for his work as Tomoyo called for him on the other side of the phone. He was in a state of alarm, he just couldn't believe it. Sakura… had been in an accident after walking to get things for him, and died on impact...

Walking with his head low and eyes at his feet, watching them as they stepped on the wet ground below, he brooded over all that had happened, all the memories he and Sakura shared, the news, the funeral the day before, everything. Even though he had not stopped thinking about it since the day it happened (three days ago to be exact with the Funeral yesterday) it still had yet to sink in that she was really gone. The bubbly girl who he thought could survive anything, the mistress of the cards, the love of his life, gone.

Tomoyo was having a hard time getting over it as well. She grew up with the girl after all and they had been so close. She cried everyday since it happened, and refused to come out of her room other then to go to the ceremony. Sakura's family had yet to leave the funeral home for their own and everyone else was sad but still carried on like normal, knowing they could do nothing more than that, while Syaoran closed himself off, refusing to speak more then just "yeah, I'm fine, thanks" to who ever it was that called or the small chit chat he and Tomoyo had when she called to check on him out of worry and pain that she needed to share.

However, as of right now, he couldn't even bare to return to the apartment. It just wasn't the same without her there.

Time would wait for no one and as such, it simply carried on in its usual manner. (4) It showed no mercy for those who wished it to stop so they could be trapped in a moment each found so precious, and it did not rewind, it simply continued forward.

Considering all that happened, it was any wonder Tomoyo, Syaoran, and Sakura's family had moved on past their depression but some how each of them came to grounds with it on their own terms and pushed passed it. Syaoran, himself, knew he had to sometime. Walking everyday in a flat refusal to go home and not talking to anyone was getting him no where fast. He also figured, with the help of Tomoyo who informed him of this as it was one reason she got over it herself, that Sakura wouldn't have wanted them to dread over it. She would have wanted them to go on and be happy and live their lives to the fullest as she had done each and every day. So, over time, he did.

Books loomed over him as Syaoran scanned through the row of science fiction and fantasy in hopes of finding something worth reading. He had begun to read so much lately, finding it a way to get him mind off things, and spent a great deal of his time at the book store down the street from his part-time job at a café. He had decided that grabbing something nice for breakfast, which he still to this day chose not to have finding it a great waste of time, and a good book might just be the thing he needs to relax on this warm day late fall. It was the three year anniversary of the accident and he still missed her deeply. However, he came to realize that dwelling on it was not helping anyone, let alone the people who needed help most, her family. So he packed up his things and moved from his apartment to a new one across town, deciding it was best to finish school there than to go home and face his mother and sisters. He helped Sakura's family settle back in, they deciding moving probably wasn't the best idea at this point, and began to grow up.

So here he was, at the bookstore on the corner near his new apartments, looking for something to enjoy on his day off from and break from school.

His fingers grazed the spines of the books as he looked over the titles before pulling one off the shelf to examine it. Knights of the Black and White. Scanning the description on the back he smiled softly, the book has possibilities, certainly. He smiled at the thought that, he was a mage himself and used magic, or used to since there was no need for it now, however, he still got a kick out of the creative magic used in the sci-fi/fantasy genre. A lot of it was so outrageous; it made the stories all the more amusing. Sometimes, however, an author did have a notion that actually seemed relatively plausible as if the writer was a user of magic themselves, and Syaoran found it entertaining to use the stories at his job. He told far out stories that ranged from those he read in books to those he experienced in real life, since no one here would know the difference, and his fellow waiters and co-workers were continually impressed by stories he relayed to them that they often retold the stories to customers and such out of pure excitement, getting many visitors who enjoyed coming just to hear new stories.

Continuing further along the row, another title caught Syaoran's eye: Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. (5) A broad smile split his face as he remembered the story; he'd started reading it way back in his youth, after finding it buried in a heap in one of the boxes he brought with him from Hong Kong when he first came to Tomoeda. Apparently one of his sisters or his mother had stuck it in the box as a means to merely get it out of the way for the time being and forgot it was in there as it was filled with his belongings that he was going to move with. He remembered just starting the book but never getting around to finishing it as the Clow Cards began to appear so this was his chance. He needed something lighthearted to take his mind off… everything…

Thus equipped with reading material, he made his way through the small shop towards the cash register. However, about half way there his path was blocked by another shopper, leaning against a stack of books, looking at the one in his own hands.

"Excuse me" Syaoran mumbled softly, his voice deeper since years ago, and had much less of an accent from where he used to live since he grew to learn to hide it, making others believe he had been in Tomoeda his whole life. "Could I—" he began as he lightly touched the man's arm to get his attention but his words were stuck in his throat when the man looked up.

"Hiiragizawa?!" he asked suddenly as he looked into the dark eyes of the other "Eriol Hiiragizawa?!"

DMC: Well there you have it, the first chapter, I hope you all enjoyed it, I tried hard to find a way to keep Sakura in the story no matter how much she annoyed me, however, I came to find my story could not move very far forward with her there, so I came up with a logical scenario to have her out of the story. I am sorry to all who liked her and who became upset when she died but there was no was around it if you wanted this fic. to go anywhere at all.

Now for the numbers

1. YAY! I used the title, which was my goal because most movies use their titles in some way so I thought I would to, just for fun.

2. If you haven't noticed by then that was a flash back to what happened when the accident did.

3. Syaoran seriously doesn't seem like the time to say "I'm Home" so I kept it simple as a sort of, "I'm Back Sakura" sort of thing, you know, telling her he was there.

4. The whole time I was writing that I kept thinking, "men speak of killing time while time silently kills them" and debated if I should put that in there or not.

5. I had both books KOTBAW and HHGTG right next to me when I wrote this (only because that was the box I was currently unpacking) so I thought it appropriate.

Well I hope you liked it, please rate and review! Ciao!

Posted: 6/3/08