Plot; Syaoran stayed in Japan with Sakura and they fell in deep love with each other. Then one day out of no where comes an attack on the two by two Demons called Dems and Ashu, looking for the Cards. They are too much for Syaoran, Kero and Yue to fight off and in Dems and Ashu's despreat attempts to find the Clow Cards Sakura is brutally murdered by them then they disappear back to the other world. Syaoran has no choice but to return home. He won't let anyone help him, not even his mother. He doesn't think anyone could help him, so he pushed himself further into darkness. Then he goes and brutally kills Dems and Ashu. But before Ashu died something happened turning him over to the dark side. Will they be able to get Syaoran back?
Who will save the young boy from the clutches of evil's cold hand? (hehe, that sounded good)
PLz R+R, and enjoy!
Dark Love
Chp 1. Sorrow and Pain
A quiet sobbing was heard from a room, down the hall, to the left, in the great mansion in Hong Kong. All of his dreams, hopes, desires, had been killed in a bloody battle. He had no one to call his own and no one to touch and love, no one that understood that is. All had tried to make him feel better but nothing would fill the emptiness inside. Nothing he could think would brighten his sorrows.
Slowly the door to the room creaked open and a concerned beautiful lady, with her black hair neatly tied in a bun upon her head, walked in carrying a tray. She stopped at the bed the crying boy was lying upon.
"You must eat, my son." She said calmly, trying not to reveal her worries.
The boy sniffled and did not move. He stared at the wall next to his bed intently, as if deeply involved in watching it. The older woman sighed lightly, placed the tray upon a small table and walked back to the door.
"Just remember, I love you Syaoran, and I and everyone else is here for you." She said quietly and slowly shut the door.
Everything was silent again, just the way it had been before. Nice and peaceful. But just like before, it returned. The scream he'd heard of his love, just before she had been brutally murdered. As the sound echoed in his head tears once again, rolled down his pale cheeks. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He just wanted silence. Peace and quiet. But everyone was so loud, so very, very loud.
Screams echoed through his head again and he quietly cried into his pillow, holding his head in agony and sorrow.
Nothing would ever stop the screams.
*
"What can we do?" said the worried Xiefa.
She was pacing back and forth in front of her mother. Her other daughters were sitting next to the fire.
"Mummy, pick me up!" said a squeaky voice of a small black haired girl to Xiefa. She bent down and grabbed the small girl and wrapped her in her arms.
"I'm not sure Xiefa. He won't talk to me, or you, or anyone for that fact. He hasn't eaten for days and he hasn't done anything ever since he came home and told us what happened." Sanori said wearily as one of her grandsons scrambled onto her lap.
"Maybe we should get him outside then." Fanren said as she plated her daughter's long hair.
"It's an idea best we should try soon than later." Sanori said hugging her grandchild tightly before he scuttled away to play.
Xiefa nodded and let her squirming child down.
*
The last moments with Sakura were blurred but were so clear and vivid. He watched, in replay in his mind, Yuui and Senic slowly choked Sakura to death. He was helpless, he couldn't stop them he couldn't do anything but watch as his heart died along with Sakura.
These horrible memories disappeared when the door to his room burst open and small children ran inside. One of them climbed on top of him making him role over. The small child was called Fen, Xiefa's second child, a boy.
He looked at Syaoran with wide eyes and wiped his cheeks with his little hands. Syaoran forced a small smile to his face but shielded his eyes when someone turned on the light in his room.
"Ergh..." he groaned and suddenly he was being pulled to his feet. He shook the hands from his arms.
"Get away from me!" he growled angrily.
"Come on Syaoran, you can't mope forever. You've got to get out and about again. Sakura wouldn't want you to be sad." Xiefa said standing back.
"You wouldn't know anything!!!" he cried. Xiefa sighed.
"Nothing will bring her back, but you can keep her spirit alive in your heart." She said quietly.
"My love for life died with her that night..." he said. Everyone was silent.
A hand fell upon his shoulder.
"Please let us help you Syaoran!" Sanori pleaded.
He lifted her hand from his shoulder with a disgusted look upon his face.
"Just leave me alone!" he grunted and suddenly disappeared. They all gasped in surprise.
"When did he learn to do that??" Fuutii cried with shock.
Sanori sat down on Syaoran's bed holding a hand over her mouth.
"Only people with dark souls and magic can disappear like that!" she stuttered in alarm.
'What's happening to my son?' she thought.
*
"I have nothing left...and it's all because of me...I should've been stronger...I should've protected her..." he stuttered
Finally noticing something he saw the blurred figure of someone look up and gasp then disappear. He stopped and looked around. Where was he?
Maybe one of the dens. There was a dimly light fireplace, an old red chair placed next to it and an old mirror covered in dust. A person was sitting in the chair.
Syaoran, confused on how he'd gotten inside the room, slowly walked towards the sitting figure. He faced it at a sideways glance a looked down at the young boy sitting in it, with glasses and blackish navy hair. He gasped for a second and recovered taking a deep breath of relief.
"What're you doing here?" Syaoran asked him.
"Just visiting..." the other person replied.
"You scared me. For a second there you looked like someone." He muttered quietly looking into the fire.
"Like Clow Reed perhaps?" the boy asked with a chuckle.
"No!" Syaoran retorted, "Of course not. You are not he."
"Oh here we go on this whole 'Your not Clow Reed' shit again." He cried looking at Syaoran, "And once again I answer with, of course I am not he, I will never be, and I have never implied that I am Clow Reed!"
Syaoran grumbled and then remembered what he was thinking about and reality came crashing back down to him.
"Do not be sad, Syaoran. Sakura wouldn't want you to be unhappy. If she were still here and you had died, she would've tried to live life how she thought you would've wanted her to live. Happy, doing things and not living in the sad past." The boy said quietly.
This didn't change anything for Syaoran but made him feel enraged.
'What the hell would Eriol know??????????!!!!!!!!' he screamed angrily in his head, this time deciding not to share his thoughts.
"Just a little more than you would probably think..." Eriol said with a suspicious smile across his face, "Don't worry, you won't be alone in this time of sadness. Her brother, father and guardians all are as sad as you are."
"I don't care about them." He grunted depression now settling upon his mind and heart making it feel a hundred times heavier.
"Please don't do this alone. Go back to Japan, they can help you because it hurts as much for them as if does for you!" Eriol cried as Syaoran started to walk away.
He mumbled and disappeared. Eriol did not turn his glance from the fire's embers but his smile turned into a frown.
"How'd he learn how to do that?" he mumbled.
Kaz; Okies, I'm gonna write this end thingamajiggy. I'm soooooooooooo tired and it's only 8:45pm. I've had a big day!!!!! Woke up at 6:30am to go to band, had cad in the arvo, then a 2 hour flute lesson plus all the school in between! ARGh!!! I just cannot do this!! Hehe, oh well, I hope you are finding this interesting so far.
Who will save the young boy from the clutches of evil's cold hand? (hehe, that sounded good)
PLz R+R, and enjoy!
Dark Love
Chp 1. Sorrow and Pain
A quiet sobbing was heard from a room, down the hall, to the left, in the great mansion in Hong Kong. All of his dreams, hopes, desires, had been killed in a bloody battle. He had no one to call his own and no one to touch and love, no one that understood that is. All had tried to make him feel better but nothing would fill the emptiness inside. Nothing he could think would brighten his sorrows.
Slowly the door to the room creaked open and a concerned beautiful lady, with her black hair neatly tied in a bun upon her head, walked in carrying a tray. She stopped at the bed the crying boy was lying upon.
"You must eat, my son." She said calmly, trying not to reveal her worries.
The boy sniffled and did not move. He stared at the wall next to his bed intently, as if deeply involved in watching it. The older woman sighed lightly, placed the tray upon a small table and walked back to the door.
"Just remember, I love you Syaoran, and I and everyone else is here for you." She said quietly and slowly shut the door.
Everything was silent again, just the way it had been before. Nice and peaceful. But just like before, it returned. The scream he'd heard of his love, just before she had been brutally murdered. As the sound echoed in his head tears once again, rolled down his pale cheeks. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He just wanted silence. Peace and quiet. But everyone was so loud, so very, very loud.
Screams echoed through his head again and he quietly cried into his pillow, holding his head in agony and sorrow.
Nothing would ever stop the screams.
*
"What can we do?" said the worried Xiefa.
She was pacing back and forth in front of her mother. Her other daughters were sitting next to the fire.
"Mummy, pick me up!" said a squeaky voice of a small black haired girl to Xiefa. She bent down and grabbed the small girl and wrapped her in her arms.
"I'm not sure Xiefa. He won't talk to me, or you, or anyone for that fact. He hasn't eaten for days and he hasn't done anything ever since he came home and told us what happened." Sanori said wearily as one of her grandsons scrambled onto her lap.
"Maybe we should get him outside then." Fanren said as she plated her daughter's long hair.
"It's an idea best we should try soon than later." Sanori said hugging her grandchild tightly before he scuttled away to play.
Xiefa nodded and let her squirming child down.
*
The last moments with Sakura were blurred but were so clear and vivid. He watched, in replay in his mind, Yuui and Senic slowly choked Sakura to death. He was helpless, he couldn't stop them he couldn't do anything but watch as his heart died along with Sakura.
These horrible memories disappeared when the door to his room burst open and small children ran inside. One of them climbed on top of him making him role over. The small child was called Fen, Xiefa's second child, a boy.
He looked at Syaoran with wide eyes and wiped his cheeks with his little hands. Syaoran forced a small smile to his face but shielded his eyes when someone turned on the light in his room.
"Ergh..." he groaned and suddenly he was being pulled to his feet. He shook the hands from his arms.
"Get away from me!" he growled angrily.
"Come on Syaoran, you can't mope forever. You've got to get out and about again. Sakura wouldn't want you to be sad." Xiefa said standing back.
"You wouldn't know anything!!!" he cried. Xiefa sighed.
"Nothing will bring her back, but you can keep her spirit alive in your heart." She said quietly.
"My love for life died with her that night..." he said. Everyone was silent.
A hand fell upon his shoulder.
"Please let us help you Syaoran!" Sanori pleaded.
He lifted her hand from his shoulder with a disgusted look upon his face.
"Just leave me alone!" he grunted and suddenly disappeared. They all gasped in surprise.
"When did he learn to do that??" Fuutii cried with shock.
Sanori sat down on Syaoran's bed holding a hand over her mouth.
"Only people with dark souls and magic can disappear like that!" she stuttered in alarm.
'What's happening to my son?' she thought.
*
"I have nothing left...and it's all because of me...I should've been stronger...I should've protected her..." he stuttered
Finally noticing something he saw the blurred figure of someone look up and gasp then disappear. He stopped and looked around. Where was he?
Maybe one of the dens. There was a dimly light fireplace, an old red chair placed next to it and an old mirror covered in dust. A person was sitting in the chair.
Syaoran, confused on how he'd gotten inside the room, slowly walked towards the sitting figure. He faced it at a sideways glance a looked down at the young boy sitting in it, with glasses and blackish navy hair. He gasped for a second and recovered taking a deep breath of relief.
"What're you doing here?" Syaoran asked him.
"Just visiting..." the other person replied.
"You scared me. For a second there you looked like someone." He muttered quietly looking into the fire.
"Like Clow Reed perhaps?" the boy asked with a chuckle.
"No!" Syaoran retorted, "Of course not. You are not he."
"Oh here we go on this whole 'Your not Clow Reed' shit again." He cried looking at Syaoran, "And once again I answer with, of course I am not he, I will never be, and I have never implied that I am Clow Reed!"
Syaoran grumbled and then remembered what he was thinking about and reality came crashing back down to him.
"Do not be sad, Syaoran. Sakura wouldn't want you to be unhappy. If she were still here and you had died, she would've tried to live life how she thought you would've wanted her to live. Happy, doing things and not living in the sad past." The boy said quietly.
This didn't change anything for Syaoran but made him feel enraged.
'What the hell would Eriol know??????????!!!!!!!!' he screamed angrily in his head, this time deciding not to share his thoughts.
"Just a little more than you would probably think..." Eriol said with a suspicious smile across his face, "Don't worry, you won't be alone in this time of sadness. Her brother, father and guardians all are as sad as you are."
"I don't care about them." He grunted depression now settling upon his mind and heart making it feel a hundred times heavier.
"Please don't do this alone. Go back to Japan, they can help you because it hurts as much for them as if does for you!" Eriol cried as Syaoran started to walk away.
He mumbled and disappeared. Eriol did not turn his glance from the fire's embers but his smile turned into a frown.
"How'd he learn how to do that?" he mumbled.
Kaz; Okies, I'm gonna write this end thingamajiggy. I'm soooooooooooo tired and it's only 8:45pm. I've had a big day!!!!! Woke up at 6:30am to go to band, had cad in the arvo, then a 2 hour flute lesson plus all the school in between! ARGh!!! I just cannot do this!! Hehe, oh well, I hope you are finding this interesting so far.