A Perfect World
Summary: Sakura Kinomoto is 16. But there's one secret to her- at 15 she was told she had leukemia. To top it all off, her strong will to have a 'perfect' world creates a motal enemy- perfection itself. Can she realize in time, with Syaoran's help, that without pain nothing would be worth living for?
Prologue: The Perfect Dream
Sakura woke up, sweat dripping down her forehead, neck, face. That dream again. She had it. Again. But what did it mean?
She hardly remembered any of it. Just that there were a lot of.... people. Lots of people. Dead people, maybe? No. There wasn't any blood. But, then again, there is more than one way to kill a person...
Perhaps they were all in a trance? A spell maybe? Why would someone – something – want so many people... down? Out of the way? She shivered again, trying to recall memories of the dream. It was hard, considering all that haunted her mind were the people. Than, it came to her. It wasn't a memory of where she was; who was there; or even when this dream took place. It was an emotion... lots of them. Hatred, fright, pai, happiness, love and....
....perfection?
Summary: Sakura Kinomoto is 16. But there's one secret to her- at 15 she was told she had leukemia. To top it all off, her strong will to have a 'perfect' world creates a motal enemy- perfection itself. Can she realize in time, with Syaoran's help, that without pain nothing would be worth living for?
Prologue: The Perfect Dream
Sakura woke up, sweat dripping down her forehead, neck, face. That dream again. She had it. Again. But what did it mean?
She hardly remembered any of it. Just that there were a lot of.... people. Lots of people. Dead people, maybe? No. There wasn't any blood. But, then again, there is more than one way to kill a person...
Perhaps they were all in a trance? A spell maybe? Why would someone – something – want so many people... down? Out of the way? She shivered again, trying to recall memories of the dream. It was hard, considering all that haunted her mind were the people. Than, it came to her. It wasn't a memory of where she was; who was there; or even when this dream took place. It was an emotion... lots of them. Hatred, fright, pai, happiness, love and....
....perfection?