This is my first two-shot thingy and yes it is Sakura and Syaoran forever!!!
Anguish of a Broken Soul
Clear, crystal liquids drops welled up in emerald orbs, threatening to spill at any given moment. The auburn-haired, owner of the sad and beautiful tears, reread the diary as she remembered those days when she foolishly fell in love with a certain amber-eyed boy.
Oh how foolish she thought she was, brainlessly and rapidly falling in love with that boy, the boy who penetrated her gloomy day, he was the stars in a star-less sky, with a smile that brightened any emo-teen, oh how glorious those memories were. The memories she will forever keep locked in a section of her mind, the very back of her mind, never thinking of them, yet treasuring them at the same time. The beautiful boy she was in love with had gotten himself a girlfriend, more attractive than she will ever dream of becoming... The boy's name... Syaoran Li.
Diary Entry:
Today I went to a Chinese Festival, knowing, hoping, Syaoran-kun would be there. (He lets me call him Syaoran now!! Eeek! I'll write down all what happened later.) Syaoran was there!! There was this bouncy/floaty obstacle course thing and at the end there was a slide. Well, Syaoran was there and he hung out with me the whole time! When he was with his friend and he saw me going onto the obstacle course thing, he ditched his friend and came to me! He even pushed me down and when he fell, he stared at me and asked for my help up! I wanted to, but I was too wimpy.
Ok, about his name... I always thought he hated me, since I was always so mean to him... But one day he asked, "Why do you hate me?" I'm like, "I don't know" because I don't hate him! I just fake that I hate him, while I actually like him. I ask him back, "Why do you hate me?" And guess what!? He doesn't!!!!! "Sakura," my heart missed a few beats as I heard my name roll off his tongue, "I don't hate you." OMG!! AND TODAY HE KEPT SAYING HI TO ME!!
End of a diary entrySakura rolled her eyes at her idiocy back then when she had feelings for this boy. Now her heart turned into a black stone, not believing in love once more. Her parents were silently arguing by not talking to each other after a disastrous argument. Love was a killer, an eerie thing to believe in. Sakura turned flipped through her diary and stopped at one that she remembered all too well.
Diary Entry:
Omg! So far Thanksgiving Break has been sooo awesome! There was a Thanksgiving party at one of my father's friend's house and Syaoran was there! His parents are some-what friends of the hosts', so he was there. I was sitting on a couch and he just came and sat next to me, VERY close! So close that his shoulder was smashed against mine and it felt good... that feels so embarrassing to admit, even in my SECRET diary.
I went over to Tomoyo-chan's house for a sleepover after the party was over and Syaoran went too because of Tomoyo's brother. Her brother, Yasashiko-chan, is Syaoran's friend, even though he is two years younger. At first nothing happened, but when Tomoyo and I finally got bored we went into Yasashiko's room and I laid on his TWIN-sized bed while I watched the siblings face off in a video game. (This is something I did not know Tomoyo could do, play video games!) Then Syaoran laid on the bed, next to me, with his head laying on my shoulder and exclaimed, "Your shoulder's a good pillow." I finally looked down at him and his face was dangerously close, so I quickly looked up, while muttering, "That's nice" as I felt my face start burning. Did I mention this bed was TWIN-SIZED??
We stayed like that for a bit...After a little while, he was actually bold enough to put his arm around my shoulders. It felt comfortable, but it was very awkward, so I asked him what he was doing. He quickly took his arm away, while saying, "I don't know" That was so KAWAII!! Then he asked if I was mad. I wasn't, but I didn't want him to know that... I'm so weird. He persisted. I finally said no in a strange voice. He kept staring at me the next day and...
Sakura stopped reading.
She felt so disgusted...she now knew what love she had felt. Not true love, but puppy love. So ashamed of being so obsessed over Syaoran, always wondering what he thought about her or how she should confess. But confessing never happened and Syaoran got himself a girlfriend. How something so amazing could end in such a little time was something that she hated. She also hated herself for actually believing there was a ray of love in her life...but that thought wouldn't prevail for her.
Any flicker of hope and belief was crushed when she saw Syaoran and his girlfriend, Meiling, hugging. The liquids she refused to call tears were gone and replacing them was a fire of anger. Anger at Syaoran for leading her on like that, anger at Meiling for being his girlfriend, anger at love, but mostly anger at herself. She felt like screaming, crying, whatever it took to take her anguish out, but she had promised herself she would never show emotion, except happiness in front of everyone.
I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let got of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry
Sakura was drunk alright... drunk with all the emotions rushing around in her body. She remembered how her heart raced whenever she saw his piercing, yet softening gaze watching her... Her plan was to just avoid Syaoran always and forever.
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But that plan didn't go as she planned. The next day, she went to a Japanese New Year Festival and saw him. Her heart didn't move one bit, it had already died from bitter disappointment, as she pretended she didn't see him. But he saw her...
So how do you think the first chapter was?? Flames appreciated, I will laugh. Criticism awarded and reviews applauded. Should I continue??
Disclaimer: If Card Captor Sakura belonged to me, there would be an episode dedicated to Sakura and Syaoran...sadly, I am not Clamp.
Disclaimer #2: The lyrics were from a song called Tonight I Wanna Cry by Keith Urban.
