Summary: Sakura is used to fighting demons, but one day, she accidentally acquires four magic spirits and Syaoran, a powerful wolf demon, as a servant. Hatred for the other "kind" starts to course through both of them at first. As stronger and stronger demons start attacking Sakura, she must figure out the mysteries surrounding her and the people she loves: Who's targeting her? Why does Syaoran look comfortable around Tomoyo when he's so cold to Sakura? And where has Sakura met Syaoran before... perhaps...?
Hello dear peoples! This is my first CCS fanfic, and it was inspired by the manga Her Majesty's Dog (which, btw, you really should read), and I'm hoping that everyone will like it. And, of course, please do REVIEW and tell me your opinions.
Enjoy!
--Hyperbunbun :3
Disclaimer: I dun own CCS characters, for they are far too great to be owned by a lowly me.
BY MOONLIGHT
Chapter Zero
Prologue
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All that could be heard was the hurried clambering of footsteps under a blackened night.
Syaoran stopped to catch his breath. Pale moonlight scattered across the ground and mixed with the fallen autumn leaves of the dark forest. Wind blew sharply across his cheeks, rustling green and brown leaves alike. It was already hard to breathe, and the sudden smell of blood made it even harder. The scent shook him. He took off again, heart beating crazily in his chest.
He arrived at a clearing several moments later. The clearing wasn't big, but it was flat and lit by the moon. His glowing eyes focused on two figures lying in the middle of the little clearing. Syaoran's heart beat even faster than before. One was crouched low, her shimmering dark hair sprayed across her shivering shoulders. In her slender arms was the other girl, bleeding profusely from the side and shoulder, her head hidden from view by the first woman's hunched back. She was still.
"Tomoyo," Syaoran whispered, afraid to lift his voice. But the dark haired girl had heard.
Tomoyo slowly turned her head around. Her wide violet-gray eyes were rimmed with red, and tears continuously slid down her pale cheeks.
"She... she's..." Tomoyo tried painfully to say, "She's...!"
Tomoyo tried desperately to express her torment, but it was too hard. She shut her eyes and turned her head back around to hug the limp girl. A loud sob escaped her lips and echoed into the forest. All Syaoran could do was stare...
Stare...
Stare...
Drip...
Drip...
Syaoran slowly opened his eyes. He was in no forest, nor a clearing. He was still in his spacious cavern, in an underground reservoir of crystalline water. Once again, he's had that dream. He's been having that same dream every month... for the past two hundred years. Sometimes he'd wake up before he reached that clearing, and other times he'd wake after Tomoyo had announced the girl was dead. But every time he dreamed that dream, Tomoyo would never care to move her back and show him the girl's face. Who was she? It was a total mystery to Syaoran.
He looked around the cavern. Same as usual, there was nothing different and nothing amiss. Stalactites, stalagmites, wading pools, unmoving water, silence. The cave itself gave off an eerie glow that was enough to dimly light the cavern. There was only him- the only creature alive- and the pale orb beside his paw. Of course, he could change into human form, but what's the point? No one could find this place anyhow.
How long has it been? He thought... Definitely more than two hundred years. It's nice to be able to live so long.
He glanced at the orb. It seemed that the four pieces of parchment inside the spherical container were nothing special, but actually they had great power. Each parchment sealed a spirit. If released, the four spirits could wreak havoc upon the humans' world. Fortunately, none of the spirits' masters were of evil intentions.
Syaoran yawned and stretched out his four legs. He slowly stood from the spot he was occupying and started trotting around mystifying cavern to work his sore legs. Subconsciously, he took his line of sight to the cavern's only entrance and exit. It was a big hole, pretty much. Like a cave's entrance, nothing special or beautiful about it. But what seemed to be a wall of ice blocking the entirety of the hole was actually a magical barrier. A seal to keep demons out.
Of course, it also kept Syaoran in.
Just looking at the freedom he couldn't obtain irritated him. Syaoran turned his bright eyes to the orb on the other side of the cavern, and said to it in a low voice, "I've guarded you for so long now. She said she'd come back to get us all when she's reincarnated, and I've waited this long. Though I'm a demon, even I can get bored!"
The last of his words rammed into the walls and harmlessly bounced back. He glared at his surroundings, daring to hope for a reply. After a few seconds, he scoffed at himself, and continued to trot around the cavern.
He had almost gotten back to his starting point when a sharp yelp resounded somewhere far off. Syaoran jerked his head up, bewildered. That wasn't his own voice, was it? He strained to hear for something more... tap tap tap. It was someone's quick footsteps, and it was coming from outside the barrier entrance. Syaoran's heart quickened, and his whole body started shivering.
Can it be…? He thought. He couldn't move, his body not believing that someone had found this place. It must be a hallucination.
Silence ensued. Syaoran held his breath, waiting for some other sound to come to his ears.
A figure came into his line of sight from the other side of the barrier. The person was dressed in simple dark clothes, and a dark green scarf covered the head. The figure, breathing heavily, came into arm's length of the barrier, amazed, and Syaoran heard the person whisper, "A seal?" Syaoran wanted to open his mouth to make himself known, but was still too intrigued to do so. It seemed like the person couldn't see into the barrier. ((A/n: Sorta like the kind of glass where one side is see-thru and the other side isn't?))
There was a splitting cry. A loud reckless being bounded into view. It was an ugly golem demon, a middle-class demon that Syaoran could've gotten rid of easily, but it seemed the stranger was having a hard time doing that.
"Crap! Doesn't it give up?" The stranger moved into a combat stance, and got ready for the attack.
The monster collided with the human, throwing the two of them harshly against the barrier. It pinned the person against the barrier, which immediately started glowing bright red. Stunned as ever, Syaoran realized that the barrier was reacting to the person. The demon didn't seem to notice as its spiky hands roughly closed upon the neck of its struggling captive. The barrier glowed even brighter. Another light caught Syaoran's attention as he twisted his head around to find that the orb lying several yards away from him was also glowing bright red.
Can it really be..? Syaoran found himself thinking, but only one person can make the orb react, and it's--
A deafening crash met his ears as Syaoran turned his head back around just in time to see the barrier shattering like glass. The demon and the human fell to the ground from lack of support. The green scarf loosened and fell from the person's head, revealing shoulder-length hair. Without hesitation, the person kicked square into the demon's chest, releasing its hold on the person's neck, who then flipped the monster over the head and onto its back. The golem groaned, then quickly recovered. Both opponents were about to stand up and attack when a flash of white mane leaped between them and with a growl, ferociously crunched down on the demon's right shoulder and swiped a large paw across its wide chest. Bleeding, the golem demon fell loudly onto its back and melted into fine dust.
The dark figure, shocked, jerked two feet back.
Syaoran shook off some dust off his white fur, but he didn't care about that. His heart pounded inside him as he shut his eyes and lowered his head. Wind mysteriously wrapped around him as he could feel himself transforming. The white fur disappeared, and his hind legs were turning into feet. His front legs became arms and hands, and tousled chocolate brown hair covered his scalp and shielded his eyes. The wind lifted, and there was a gasp behind him. He slowly turned around to face the girl. He was shaking with excitement. It must be her, he thought, grinning with anticipation, it must be! He reopened his eyes.
His impatient gaze traveled from her feet to her hands, still in combat position, to her chest, to her neck...
But something was not right.
Syaoran's eyes finally rested on the woman's face. His breath hitched.
Her skin was beautifully pale, and her cheeks were rosy from fighting. She had dainty pink lips, slightly open, which reminded Syaoran of flowers he hadn't seen in two centuries. A perky nose rested below two gorgeous and crystalline emerald eyes, which were wide with amazement and curiosity. Slightly curled, auburn hair framed her delicate face and ended parallel to her shoulders. Syaoran couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Wha-" the amazed girl tried to say.
Syaoran couldn't make his mouth move either, for his head had stopped working. When he finally found his voice, he and the girl both expressed their feelings at the same time:
"Who the hell are you?!"
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A/n: I'd appreciate it if you guys came up with a review! Things like more/less description, more/less action, better grammar, etc. will be extremely helpful.
Thanks!
Upcoming stuff: A contract binds Sak and Syao together as mistress and servant, and they just won't have it. And what's this, Syaoran knows Tomoyo??
