Disclaimer: I do not own CCS.

I FOUND A MANGA WHERE WE CAN FIND THE TWINS OF SAKURA AND SYAORAN! It's Moe Kare. It's really good! Try it.

Now that it is said, here is my new story. I'll use a lot of historical events and facts. I'll do my best to explain everything in the story. I won't be too sharp on this, but I will do some researches.... but I'll certainly stop one day, 'cause I'll get tired of it...lol... Not the good attitude for someone who must accomplish five more years (minimum) of university.

Well, on with it.

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Destiny against Choice

Chapter one: Your gravitational pull

3 500 years B.C. : Japan

I never thought it would end up like this. If I had been more realistic, then maybe... but I had never showed any interest in being down to earth. Optimism was all I ever knew even when everything was falling down on us. I should have listen to him and let him be... this way, he would have lived and have children, but I stole it all from him. I wanted so much to be with him! And one marvellous day, he finally gave in. He didn't want to, but he couldn't deny his heart. I should have stayed away from him. Maybe he would have been able to keep from seeing me.

I seriously doubt it now that our bodies are becoming one. We are like the two sides of a penny; we can't live without the other one... And Fate decided we would be born enemies. But nothing matters at this moment, when our arms and legs are tangled up together and our hands are caressing each other's sweaty skin. All our senses are exploding each time our naked hips are colliding against each other's creating a wave of pure ecstasy. No, nothing matters. Our love for each other has no bindings, no limits.

In this moment of pure joy and love, we scarcely feel the earthquake under our body. In fact, we barely mind the fact that we're unifying our bodies and souls in a cavern hidden by a waterfall.

Finally, we both reach our climax, a growling sound coming from outside the cavern accompanying our gasps and screams of pleasure. Skin against skin, muscles tensed, rapid breathes; we stayed still for a moment, his weight soothing my racing heart. He lowered his head to kiss me once again.

"Wo ai ni, Ying Fa."

"Wo ai ni, Xiao Lang."

He offers me one of his smiles to die for, but suddenly, it's disappearing. Sadness pours into his magnificent hazel eyes. Slowly, he slides off of me, letting the coldness biting my skin. Afraid of what I may see, I slowly lay my eyes on his form. A spear has found its way into the flesh of my lover's back.

"Xiao Lang! Xiao Lang, answer me!" I look at his wound; I can't retire the weapon or he would lose even more blood.

I hear sounds outside. I intensely scrutinise the waterfall, hoping for another strike to end my life with the one of my partner. Finally, the blessed pain strikes me with all its anger. I fall down on my back, the spear in my stomach and my head towards Xiao Lang. He still lives. I crawl to his form and shakily raise my hand to his cheek. His eyes are focused on mines.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Lang. It's all my fault."

"Baka! It's not your fault. It's your blessing (cough). Thanks to you, I know true love and true joy. I'm not afraid to die if it's by your side. Always remember: Wo ai ni." Tears are pouring down my emerald eyes, eyes that are supposed to laugh for him; a promise I had always kept for him until now.

"Wo ai ni, Xiao Lang. For all eternity." With his last strength, his face reaches mine and Xiao Lang lays one last kiss on my lips. Lifeless, his head falls down by my side and all is left for me is to wait for death. A red pool is forming beneath us, pouring from our two bodies.

I feel less and less present. Fog is clouding my vision. Humanly forms reaches for us: my brother and my best friend are both by side, praising me to stay alive while Xiao Lang's cousin cries over his corpse. My lifeless body is wrapped in my friend's arms while my brother is trying to have a conversation with the girl who was supposed to bear my lover's children.

"In their next lives, these two must never become one. Kami-sama has showed his disapproval by making coinciding their sin with the rage of the sacred volcano." My brother's voice is stern and as hard as stone, the echo in the cavern creating a atmosphere of damnation. Even if I feel like I'm fading away, each word burns me like if I was thrown into fire alive. And I can't help, but think : Blessing, not disapproval...

"Our clan will leave for the lands where the sun sets. Their soul will never meet again. Whatever may be the tools our clan will have to use..." My lover's promised one seems devastated; I feel so guilty, but it is Destiny. "For all eternity, I'll reborn into his guardian to prevent those events to happen once again." I can't see my brother anymore, but I hear his nod.

My vision darkens on the pure face on my dear friend crying her heart out. She remains silent, but I understand her sorrow for I would be crushed if she had been in the same situation. She was aware of my relationship with Xiao Lang, but I know she never betrayed me. How I wish to smile to give her strength! How I wish to tell her that everything will be alright! Because it will. Xiao Lang and I did what Kami-sama wanted from us and he gave us this Love we cherished until the end.

I can feel the last thread of my life shattering while I recall the memory of my soul mate softly smiling at me, his loving eyes delivering his sweet thoughts he keeps for me only.

Xiao Lang!

Current era : Japan

I woke up screaming his name, a name I had never really heard, only dreamed. Since four full years, I had been dreaming of this scene; always the same one. I was sixteen years old when I first experienced those assaults from my subconscious.

At the beginning, I thought I was becoming a pervert and a masochist, but at twenty, I knew better. It certainly was a manifestation of some frights and desires: frights of being alone and rejected by the ones I love and desires for a big romance.

Romance. I was with no doubt lacking it. After twenty years of existence, I was still alone and a virgin of any emotional relationship.

It wasn't that I was ugly or anything, I was average: average breast, average butt, average weight... Like almost every women I hated my thighs and I didn't really appreciate my round face, a really common characteristic of Asian people. The only stunning features I had was my sparkling emerald eyes accentuated by my naturally jet black furnished eyelashes and my pink and perfectly shaped lips. I had some flirts too, but when it was time to become serious, I was always running away... like if something was restraining me from giving my heart to those nice guys. I knew that it certainly was because I was afraid of intimacy, but even if I kept repeating myself this, I couldn't let go my fright.

Wrapped into the darkness, I took a peek at my alarm clock. It was five in the morning and there was no need to get out of my bed for still thirty minutes. Then, I would have to get prepared for university. I hate it when I wake up before I have to.

Therefore, I remained into bed, thinking once again about my weird dream. I was positive I had never seen this man, my so-called lover, in my life. I couldn't forget such features! Broad shoulders, tanned skin, perfectly defined muscles, squared jaw, nice straight nose and eyes to die for slightly hidden by messy chocolate hair. Yes, definitely memorable.

I then recalled the woman in the dream. She couldn't be mistaken; it was me. Even if I was living the dream each time, I could clearly recognise the heart shaped birth mark on my ankle... How I was able to notice the mark on my pale skin while I'm participating in the dream will remain untold...

I shook the thought out of my mind and focus on the other characters. Except for the fiancée of my lover, they seemed a bit familiar even if I wasn't so sure about that. Plus, while dying, my vision wasn't really reliable... but judging by the look of their clothes and style, they reminded me of the first tribe who decided to establish themselves on the lands of Japan. My father was an archaeologist and he had done a lot of conferences on them after some diggings in Japan's depths. Like him, I had always been interested in ancient history, culture and myths.

Their legends were really amazing! Even if their vision of the world was a bit fantasist, they still had great sense of reality. Of course, some were a bit more imaginative like the one of the Wolf and Wild Cat. The Ainu people had used those animals to name two different rival clans. It was said that a wild cat had seduced a wolf after falling in love with it at first sight. They kept meeting in secrecy until they were found by both clans guided by the spirits of the forest. They ran away and tried to live their passion. Once they finally believed they were safe, they abandoned themselves to each other, accomplishing the sacred union with the life realm. The spirits were so disgusted by their actions that they ordered both clans to join forces to sacrifice those traitors to their race. To show the Ainu people how serious the matter was, the spirits provoked the earth and the fire sleeping into the highest mountain of Japan at the exact moment the two fugitives experienced true happiness.

My father used to tell me this story when I was little saying he had found the story in my mother's diary who had died when I was only seven years old. She had kept it out of my reach, but after her death, my father had thought the story was a great way to educate me. He wanted me to understand that people, culture and mentality change. What those two clans did was racism and those two lovers might have been the embryo of a cultural revolution. He also added that I would always be the master of my life; never will spirits or Kami-sama decide of my destiny. If I believed in something, I had to stick to it no matter what.

Of course, at sixteen years old, I had forgotten about this story, but a year later, while looking into my mother's stuff, I discovered the diary holding this weird legend. I immediately noticed the similarities between the end of the story and my dream, but later, I understood what had happened: somewhere, in the depth of my brain, I had stored the myth and when I became old enough to have emotional urges, my subconscious mixed my thoughts with this old story. At seventeen, it was a relief to finally explain what was happening in my head even if I couldn't understand why I would dream so many times of this scene... This is certainly one of the reasons I decided to study psychology...

When I found back this myth I couldn't help but notice how spirits, Kami-sama, God, Allah etc. were always described as merciful beings, but when it came to love and sex, they were also always eager to make the sinners pay and we, mere human beings, listen their judgement without questioning. And why was the woman always the seductress?

I do not hate those images of power and justice; I just do not consider myself as their creation. All of them are made from and for human beings' purposes. There might be something or someone almighty somewhere, but it would certainly not be like we all imagine it.

Still, I believe I am more a society's child then Its child. I believe in humanism; human beings are not born with a dark side, they develop it because of their environment and they chose their own path, good or bad.

My alarm clock shook me out of my reverie with a popular song of Hamasaki Ayumi; perfect to wake up in a good mood. I stirred and tossed to finally abandon the warmth of my bed. I went into the small corridors, passed the door of my best friend's bedroom she was sharing with her boyfriend. Tomoyo-chan was studying fashion in a famous university in Tokyo while Eriol-kun had already finished his baccalaureate in international law. He was the best of his class as always. Afterwards, he began his demanding stages. I didn't dare to open their door, knowing perfectly what had been going on behind it the previous night.

I entered the bathroom and hastily took a shower. I then brushed my teeth, put my favourite perfume on and went back to my room to dry my soft sleek chestnut hair with my hairdryer, taking afterwards my curling tong to curl a bit my mid-arm length hair. I put on a pair of black jeans and a long-sleeves purple shirt and applied some makeup on my eyelids. Looking into the mirror, I approved my work. I would never look like those Barbies, but I was still satisfied with what I had.

I took my already prepared backpack and headed towards our empty kitchen. Tomoyo-chan had no classes this morning and Eriol-kun didn't have to get up until seven. Hastily, I looked into the fridge to acknowledge its state since after my morning class, I would go to the grocery store; it was my turn this week.

After writing a "good day" note to Tomoyo-chan and Eriol-kun, I put on my warm coat, got out of the apartment and locked the door. Once outside, the cold wind began to sting any exposed piece of flesh and to mess with my hair making me regret all the time I put into it.

The iced sidewalk was slippery even with the salt that had been spread by the city employees. Luckily, I had thought about wearing my long leather boots; therefore, I wasn't cold and I probably wouldn't fall... even if I was the world greatest klutz. It was only the beginning of December and a snowstorm had already occurred few days ago. Some districts had even suffered from a blackout.

I looked up at the still dark sky. Here in Tokyo, there was almost no way to see stars unlike at home... I missed Tomoeda, where I had lived with my father and brother.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I took a peek over my shoulder and noticed a tall man walking ten meters away from me. I ignored it since I would soon reach the nearest metro station. I quickly checked the time on my cell phone before entering the wagon. Quarter to seven and I was in for one hour of public transport. I found out a seat and took a place.

Placing my headphones on my ears, I began to scrutinise the people around me; a game I had create to pass time. I would analyse their clothes, their facial expressions, their accessories. This morning, I laid my choice on the guy who had been behind me a few minutes before. His hood was put over his head covering slightly his features, but I could still appreciate his shaved and nicely defined jaw and straight nose. His kin was naturally tanned and the little strands of hair I could see were rich brown.

The man was dressed with no real sense of fashion, but I noticed his coat and boots were not cheap at all. In fact, I wouldn't have been surprised if they were of high quality. His hands were in his pockets and he had his headphones on. He seemed like if he wanted to pass for an average young adult to hide how rich he was... atleast he was doing it with style. Suddenly, he turned his head towards me; I hastily looked away, heat spreading on my cheeks. Normally, people were too obsessed by their own thoughts to notice I was watching them.

I didn't look back and got a huge book out of my backpack; the second Millenium from Stieg Larsson. I was still at the beginning because my exams were going to start the following week, but after being caught, it was the best thing to do.

After a moment, I realised the sweaty smell that was stinging my nose for ten minutes had been replaced with a more suave one: Armani or maybe Lacoste... an expensive one anyway. I slightly turned my head to the right and realised the man who had seen me was sitting by my side. His large hands were no longer in his pockets so I could see he had several big rings adding a rocker touch to his attitude.

I returned my gaze towards the wagon's window who was at my right. Afterwards, I didn't move a muscle. I couldn't explain why I was so anxious; it was as if electricity was running up and down my body. I wouldn't be able to explain what happened next. Somehow, his hands on his knees briefly touched mine; it was an accident with no doubt, but still something unexplainable occurred.

Suddenly, my lungs and heart disappeared from my chest leaving me empty and silent while my head was strongly believing I was freely falling down into nothingness. My vision blanked.

3500 years B.C. : Japan

I observe him, rage growling into my chest. Perched on my branch, I can see every movement he accomplishes. The spear in my hand feels heavy in my hand because of the role I will soon give to it. He finally turns his back towards me, not acknowledging my presence.

Swiftly, I quit my observation spot and jump on a Wolf. His bare torso leaves his flesh defenceless to my strike. In mid air, I position my spear to dig into his skin with no mercy. Hastily, he turns around, grabs my weapon with both hand and swings it to his side while I'm still holding onto it. I harshly hit a huge trunk, leaving me breathless. He shows no emotion; he knew I was there.

His eyes are scrutinising me, judging me, but he makes no attempt to approach me. Holding onto the tree, I shakily get on my feet. Immediately removing a knife from my fur hand-made skirt, I quickly get into a fighting stance and rush onto him, a war cry escaping from my lips. My mind is empty; all I want is to kill one of the Wolf clan.

More poise than me, he dodges my attack, grabs my waist and spins me to the ground. I land on the grass, his body above mine. His legs prevent mine from moving while his hands are holding mine. His piercing hazel eyes seem to search for answers into my soul, but strangely, I don't feel violated. I shake off the weird feeling and get back to struggling. I try to do not look at his face anymore: he's too beautiful for my own good. He tightens his grip, but keeps a distance between me and his body.

"Why are you trying to kill me?" His voice his deep and warm even if he tries to harden it. His leadership leaks from it. Hastily, I push aside the examination of his sexy voice, focusing on my anger and despair.

"You dog! You and your clan attacked my mother and raped her. She had no other choice, but to kill herself, dirtied by your damned skin and blood!! I'll kill you, I swear!!" My enemy doesn't even flinch... Even if I maybe see his jaw tensing up... Certainly my imagination...

"I wasn't there. I have nothing to do with it." A snort escapes from my throat.

"Why should I care if you did it or not?! You are all pigs anyway! Atleast, it's one less Wolf to take care of!"

"Killing me won't bring back your mother." I can feel my tears rolling down my cheeks even if I tried so hard to appear strong.

"Then atleast kill me because it hurts too much!" He finally reacted to my words. I can reed surprise on his face... surprise and pain.

"I don't want to do that." Anger is boiling in my veins.

"Then what?! You're going to rape me like you pals did?" Slowly, he imprisons both of my hands into only one of his and caresses my moist cheeks with the free one, erasing my tears.

"You're strong and bold. You're a loving daughter. You deserve to live. You deserve to be happy no matter which clan you belong to. I'm sorry for your mother. I'll find out who did it and punish them, but don't ever approach one of my kind ever again. You're too desirable and we're only men." I can't answer. All I can do is stare at him, stare at this awfully gorgeous man. Is he real? Am I dreaming? And how can I believe him? Because I do believe him. His eyes show nothing else but truth and rectitude. I nodded.

Slowly, he lowered his face. I know what he wishes to do, but I don't want to escape from it. Eyes closed tightly, I can feel his lips almost touching mine, but at the last moment, he restrains himself and kisses my forehead. Suddenly his presence disappears. I hastily open my eyes to see him already few feet away from me.

"What is your name and what are you?"

"Ying Fa. I'm a Wild Cat." I could swear a gentle smile appeared on his tempting lips for a brief moment.

"I'm Xiao Lang. A Wolf, but you already know that, right? I'm sorry for almost stealing your kiss. That is why I told you to stay away. Take care, Ying Fa." And he disappears into the cover of the trees and leaves.

Xiao Lang, son of the leader of the Wolf clan. I couldn't have been attracted by any worse enemy.

Current era : Japan

I couldn't tell when I gained back my consciousness. In fact, I wasn't even sure what had happened. Had I fallen asleep? I tried to know where I was, but looking outside I calculated only five minutes had passed. Maybe I had fell asleep... I dared to look at my neighbour, but to my biggest surprise, the man was gone and an old woman was sitting next to me. Trying not to attract attention, I swayed my gaze right and left to see if the stranger was still in the wagon; I was almost sure there had been no stop while I had spaced out.

Sadly, there were too many people to find him. I focused on my destination, unsure of why I was so mesmerized by that man. And this dream... It was still the same gorgeous Apollo from my dreams and I was still this girl, but we had acted as if we didn't know each other... I definitely needed to accomplish my schooling in psychology to find out what was wrong with me. If not, I could still write books. Those two dreams seemed intriguing enough to interest some readers...

I finally arrived at my station fifteen minutes before my class at eight. My university wing was just beside my stop, so I took my time to go to an empty bathroom and put some water on my face to erase my worries. I looked into the mirror, noticing my dark facial expression; normally I would always smile and seem carefree, but today, I just felt so lost! Still, I managed to bring happiness to my features and headed towards my class to join my colleague and the friends I had made there.

Opening the door, I saw them almost sleeping on their desk. The corner of my lips moved slightly upwards; they seemed even less in shape than I was. I sat down beside them and quietly laughed to wake them up without frightening them.

The only one who actually dared to open her eyelids was Miyako-san. Her jet black short hair hardly hiding her four piercings on each ear were giving her the look of a rock star. Her sleepy olive green eyes brightened a bit when she realised I was there.

"Sakura-san! How are you doing? We were just showing how we hated Monday mornings." I chuckled at her comment.

"I'm fine thanks. Yeah, Monday mornings can be tough, but I hate even more wind. I put so much time in my hair! I don't know why in fact..." Miyako-chan patted my back.

"Yeah, that's why I prefer to have them short. But don't worry, it looks alright." She turned her head towards Rika-chan, one of my childhood friends. She was usually the ready-for-class one, but today she looked exhausted. Her short curly brown hair was loosely attached into a ponytail. I hesitated to wake her up, but Miyako-chan felt no guilt to shake her a bit before the beginning of the class. Rika-chan straightened up on her chair and after realising my presence, she warmly welcomed me.

"Let me guess..." She nodded.

"Yes, Terada-kun paid me a little visit yesterday night." Miyako-san giggled.

"And you played lovey-dovey all night long, I presume." Rika-chan didn't answer, but the blush on her cheek couldn't be mistaken. She was with our middle school's teacher since seven or eight years and she was still very shy about it. Rika-chan would always be sweet and pure no matter what.

"So, when is the wedding?" My childhood friend didn't answer to Miyako-san, since the teacher entered the classroom to begin our last class before the final exam. Watching my sensei walking to his desk, I noticed a familiar shadow hiding into a corner. It was the stranger! Was he there to judge the class to see if he wanted to take the class semester? I seriously doubted it, but I quickly reminded myself to do not judge a book by its cover. Miyako-san looked rock and roll and she was still interest into becoming a psychologist.

I forced myself to listen to the teacher's speech. Miyako-san then leaned towards me and whispered in my ear a comment about the man she had seen me watching.

"Well, if I could see his face, I bet I wouldn't say no to his phone number." I silently giggled, hoping it didn't sound too faked. Why was I so attracted by him? I felt like a magnet!

What was happening to me?!

So, the beginning of this chapter is not what people are used to when it comes to my story. I'm no pervert and I'll never describe anything too... secret. So people who are interested in juicy description: Sorry not gonna happen. For some, my story might be bland because of it, but tant pis (too bad)...

The Aïnou people really exists. Nowadays, there are only 150 000 of them in Japan (Hokkaido). They still live like back in old times (before J.C.)m Quite interesting. It is said they come from Russia, but there's a possiblity that they come from Australia. A lot of Japaneses have their blood in their veins without knowing it. Enough with the History class.

Okay, beside this, I hope you enjoyed this chapter... and I hope I'll be able to finish this story, it's quite complicated, believe me.

anyway, have a nice week-end!

Lune-diamant