Disclaimer for the Story: I'm only going to say this once, Sakura, Syaoran and all other characters mentioned in the Cardcaptor Sakura anime series that I used in my harmless, non-money-making piece of fiction do not belong to me. However, they are owned by several large conglomerates that I can't touch, like CLAMP and Nelvana (Yeah right.). Any characters or places that were not mentioned in CCS do belong to me. I made them up. Mine. But I still don't own CCS, or anything to do with them. I do, occasionally, use them for chores. But all authors do that, so it doesn't count.
This chapter begins as a flash-back. Please don't review and ask why this is so confusing, think of it as an intro into the story.
This
is a repost of this story! I edited it and changed so much of the dialogue so
really, if you've read it, it's VERY different. Well…it's better. I think so. Up
to you really, Review and tell me you love it or hate it. Tell me what I could
do to make it better. Because I'll do it, I really will.
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Twisted Sakura Blossoms
Chapter One: Twisted
By Emmy
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Sakura Kinomoto would never be broken. Not by this witch, not by anyone.
The witch had chased the girl through the forest and had injured her along the way; her shoulder was bleeding and had a gaping wound in it. She was in a clearing in the middle of the forest that was on the outskirts of her home. Well, what was left of her home. Tomedea, a tiny town in Japan's country-side had been burned down in a fit of rage by the witch that was chasing her. Her friends, family and the people of the town she worked so hard to protect, every one of them was dead. She was shaken from her grief-induced riviere by a cackle, then a voice.
"Found you."
Sakura stumbled a little, clasping her shoulder. She searched the place with her eyes, not seeing one other person. She tried using her magic, but she'd tried fighting back, and little of her energy was left. She couldn't pick up anyone, and she couldn't fight anymore. She quickly formed a plan in her head; she had enough magic to knock the witch out for a while, a few hours at the most. She could run to the nearest town and get stitched up. By that time she should have used enough of her magic to seem like everyone else. A few days on the road and she could be out of Japan. Then she'd have to spend her days running until she'd gained enough strength to battle the witch. But she needed to buy some time; she'd talk to the witch. She'd try and see if she could lure her out, "Who are you?"
The voice cackled menacingly, but never answered. Then, powerful dark purple
shapes burst out of the bushes and surrounded her. They were shaped like
wolves, and attacked like them too. When Sakura felt the bolts tearing into her
flesh, she knew she'd gotten herself into more then she could ever handle. She
was done. She couldn't fight this…all-powerful monster. She almost fell, but
all she had left was her dignity, and she wasn't giving that up. The witch
seemed to sense that.
The voice teased her from all around "Poor Sakura, not much to live for is
there? Go on, scream and cry. You know you want to."
The voice echoed all around, like there were many people hiding in the thick
shrubbery. Sakura would not allow her knees to give way to please the sick mind
of her opponent. She stood, pretending to be as confident as could be and
screamed "Never!"
She wasn't sure to whom or to where she was screaming this at.
A
bright light erupted from the trees again and hit Sakura square on. But instead
of pain, she felt her knees being thrown to the ground and her hands going out
into a bowing motion. She felt humiliation fill her
and then despair 'Let me die, please, let me die. She's taken everything,
including dignity.'
Her back was being pushed to its limit, any time now she was going to hear the
bones popping. She prayed to whoever was listening to make her death quick. But
the witch obviously had other ideas. She saw feet, pale as milk in front of
her, then one on her back, pushing down harder, "Sakura, join me."
Sakura spat out, "Never!"
The foot pressed harder, "I could give you the world, and you refuse to take it? I could spare you and allow your poor, dead mother to rest in peace. You know, she begged for her life. Begged."
Sakura
rolled over weakly, the foot lifted from her back. She tried to stand and began
to wobble, allowing herself to just stay on her knee's,
her voice rose with shaking fury and hate, "My mother would never ever beg for
her life. She was beautiful and strong and so much more then you could ever be.
She would never beg! I don't deserve to live when my mother isn't."
The woman snorted a little and a strange laughter filled voice invaded the
angry silence, "Why die when you could just suffer forever?"
Sakura's curiosity was sparked and she raised her head a little, the pain's
hold ebbing away a little and said with a voice filled with doubt, "But I
can't live forever."
It was a question Sakura shouldn't have asked, she knew that and the woman with
a voice like that of a predator, said in a cold, hideous voice, "I'll show
you."
Sakura knew immediately that she shouldn't have asked when her back was hit by
a bolt of intense pink light and the woman began explaining as Sakura began to
morph "You see, my dear, I'm creative. I'm also a lot smarter then you
could ever hope to be. So, Sakura, you're going to be a tree."
Sakura felt herself rise into the air, a bright light surrounding her, making
it near impossible to see, and the air seemed heavy, she couldn't breathe. She
felt an intense pain on her right side and when she looked, she screamed. A
large brown branch was sticking out of her side. She squinted through the light
and shouted in a voice filled with fear, a voice which betrayed Sakura, "But
why? Why do you want to kill me?"
The woman cackled but never answered.
Sakura sank towards the ground; tree limbs appearing even faster now. Every
second she felt the searing pain of a new branch. Her hair rose and became
varying states of thickness. All the pain blurred into one large streak of
agony. Sakura's legs stuck together and her feet became imbedded in the ground
and she felt roots burst from her feet. She tried to scream but her mouth was
now smooth and brown. Her skin, instead of peach, was now a beautiful brown,
smooth and incredible. Soon, her wild, frightened eyes began to fade away,
until the fact that a young woman was even in the tree, was no more.
She opened her eyes, her long sleeve was wet. Tears were running down the tree's trunk. She smirked even wider; she'd managed to break the girl. She cackled then disappeared with a loud pop.
She didn't see the dark-haired figure run across the clearing and place her hand on the tree. Nor did she hear the powerful spell being spoken, rescuing Sakura.
"Five Hundred Years is yours to keep. Do not find your true-love and forever you will sleep."
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I am SO bad at poetry, it isn't funny.