Disclaimer: Here we go again… I don't own Tsubasa RESERVoir Chronicle and Code Geass. CLAMP and Sunrise owns them fair and square.
Warning: Character death ahead!!! And a very dark Sakura…
Author's Notes: Super mega ultra revenge fic!! Inspired by Meimi no Kage's Broken Wings, Faded Dreams. I always wanted to make a crossover fanfic between Tsubasa and Code Geass because they're my top 2 most favorite anime of all time! I wish there would be an episode in Tsubasa where they will end up in the Code Geass universe and Fai, Kurogane, and Syaoran all get to be Knightmare pilots and Sakura gets her own Geass… How cool is that? (Yeah I know it's a hopeless wish… Demo, I can dream, can't I?) Anyway minna-san, please enjoy!
Pieces of a Shattered Wing
By: Syaoran's Sakura
1st Piece
Prologue of the End
Finally.
A glacier cold smile, capable of dazzling anyone with its frozen qualities, curved her lips upward as she stared at the lonely figure walking alone in the dark, desolate road.
She finally found him.
Her bait.
A gust of wind blew, making her dress flutter around her. She liked the way she imagined herself right now; a fragile, delicate fairy clothed in black silk, looking innocent yet evil at the same time. A black butterfly, locked inside the crimson labyrinth of her reality, covered with the blood of her companions and the one she loved most. A wandering angel in a full moon, the moon illuminating her slender form, making her look angelic if not for the black dress that made her looks demonic.
There was once a time when she thought her life was perfect. Even if her memories were lost, she was happy because she traveled to other worlds to look for the fragments of her memories. And she had wonderful traveling companions; a silent black ninja, the mage who always smiles, a cute white Mokona, and the boy who always puts her on top of his priorities. It may be a weird group, but she was contended with the way of life she had. For a moment it seemed as if nothing could break this seemingly perpetual bliss.
If only they didn't come to this world.
The memories of that fateful night came back to her, making her blood boil. She remembered her friends' faces as they lay dead in the cold ground, her best friend's body slowly losing its warmth right before her clammy hands, red blood pooling around them like a crimson lake.
In her mind's eye she saw the ebony haired man look at her and smile cynically at the lifeless body she held. Holding her feather tightly, he walked away, laughing as he did so, telling her that he needed the power of her memory fragments for his Suzaku and that he was sorry he had to kill her friends.
Not that it mattered. His sorry could never bring back the one that she loves. He robbed her not only of her memories but also of her everything.
She will make sure the ebony haired man will be damned to hell.
And his Suzaku with him, of course.
Smiling at the plan she made, she stared back at the form of the man walking on the road. Gently she closed her eyes as her wings emerged from her back. But those wings are different from any wings.
They were broken, crystal-glass wings, cracked and shattered like those of a butterfly that came out its cocoon too early.
Those pair of wings is the representation of her soul; broken and shattered. The representation of the soul of the princess of Clow Kingdom, Sakura-hime.
Tapping her feet, Sakura-hime looked down to the road below. Then she let herself fall down. But before she reached the ground, her wings flapped soundlessly. Sakura slew silently but swiftly to the man, a frozen smile still on her lips.
The chain of death has been sealed.
Her vengeance couldn't wait any longer.
It's time.
Syaoran's Sakura: Okay minna-san, the first piece is done! What do you think? R&R please! Arigatou gozaimasu desu!!!