Author's Notes:
I decided to start writing drabbles for Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles. They'll be primarily Sakura and Syaoran drabbles, though I might spotlight other characters from time to time. I'll also be taking one-word prompts if you feel like reviewing.
Three drabbles per chapter. Spoilers for the whole story. 100 words each unless I specify otherwise.
Enjoy.
1. Roses
"Have a special someone waiting?"
Sakura glanced up from the bouquet, cheeks aglow. "Well . . ."
The shopkeeper smiled. "I know just the thing."
Half an hour later, Sakura stepped into the clay house where Syaoran lived.
"Good morning, Princess."
"Sakura," she corrected him, cradling the roses behind her back. "And today's the anniversary of the day we met."
His face burned red. "I—"
"You didn't forget?"
"No!" He pulled something from the desk behind him and held it out to her. A delicate fragrance filled her nose.
He was still blushing when he said, "I got you roses."
2. Crown
The golden circlet sat uncomfortably on her head. "It's too heavy, Touya!"
"Don't be a baby."
"How come I have to wear one and you don't?"
"I'm the king. I wear whatever I want."
Sakura glowered. Her brother smirked. "You're almost eight. It's time to grow up and start acting like a mature young woman."
She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I don't wanna be a princess. I hate this crown."
A timid voice interjected. "I think it's pretty on you."
Sakura looked up, an unbidden smile curling her lips. "Okay, Syaoran, I'll wear it for you."
3. Crippled (150 words)
The faces staring back from the mirror were not her own.
Her legs goaded her forward, driven instinctively to flee. And yet, whenever her injured leg hit the floor, pain lanced through her bones and crippled her run.
Broken, I'm broken, Sakura thought wildly, racing through the hall of mirrors. A dozen pairs of mismatched eyes watched her coldly as she ran. "Syaoran!"
Another jolt of pain traveled up her leg, and a sticky warmth ran down her thigh. She staggered and went down, forehead scraping against the stone floor as her punctured leg bled anew. A blood-spattered face peered down at her. "Syaoran . . ."
"Why didn't you save me?" he asked, gripping Hien tighter. "I needed you."
"Syaoran . . ."
His sword flashed with an eerie light as he thrust it through her heart.
Sakura woke up on the couch in Infinity, choking back a scream.