Story of an Angel

"Sakura… wake up."

"Hmm?" Little Sakura's eyelids fluttered open revealing her emerald orbs, so much like her deceased mother.

"It's time to go to the airport." Fujitaka Kinomoto said gently.

"Okay Otou-san." Sakura rubbed her eyes and yawned. Stretching her arms, she slid off her bed and plodded off into the toilet.

Fujitaka Kinomoto smiled. His daughter had grown up so fast. Her eyes held a sort of maturity beyond her years yet still retained their childish innocence. Fujitaka's job as an archaeologist required him to travel around the world very often and that meant that Sakura and her elder brother Touya were left alone at home or put in the care of Sonomi Daidouji, the best friend of Sakura's mother. This time, he insisted on bringing his kids along. After all, Hong Kong was a relatively safe place.

***

"Breakfast is ready madam."

Li Yelan looked out of the window, "Tell Young Master to come in for his breakfast."

"Yes Madam, oh and Mr. Kinomoto would arrive today."

Yelan nodded and the attendant exited. She continued to gaze out of the window, at her son. Li Syaoran was sitting under a cherryblossom tree, his father's favourite. Yelan sighed. Syaoran hasn't talked to her, or anyone for that matter, in a long time. The loss of his father was too much for five-year-old Syaoran to bear. He had shut himself in a shell and refused to come out. Yelan watched the attendant approach Syaoran to inform of breakfast. Syaoran blinked and rose to his feet. Yelan sighed and muttered a silent prayer for help.

***

Syaoran sat under the cherryblossom tree and cumbersomely polished a sword far too big for him. He wasn't in a very good mood. His mother had once again tried to coax him to talk. Didn't she realize he just wanted to think? He missed his father so much. Why did he leave him? Had he been a naughty boy? As he grieved for his father, tears rolled silently down his cheek.

Suddenly, a face popped in front of him.

"Gah!" The first word he uttered in ages.

"Why are you crying?" The face belonged to a girl, his age, with short auburn bangs and emerald pools, for eyes, that he could just drown in.

Syaoran didn't know whether or not to speak but her smile was so endearing and innocent and Syaoran let his guard down.

"Why are you crying?" The girl repeated her question.

"I…" Syaoran stuttered, "I miss my father."

Her eyes softened, "Where is he?"

Tears threatening to fall, Syaoran looked down onto the ground, for some reason, he didn't want the girl to see him cry, "He went to heaven." Syaoran whispered.

"Really? My okaa-san went to heaven too! Do you think they will meet each other up there?" The girl asked brightly.

Syaoran didn't answer.

"Why are you so sad then? Your father went to a better place. I'm sure he will be happy there!"

"He left me. My father went to heaven and will never ever come back again." Syaoran said, sniffling.

The girl was taken aback. Instinctively, she threw her arms round Syaoran's neck and whispered, "It's not true, your father never left you. He's still watching over you from up there. So is my okaa-san. Although I can't see her anymore, I know she'll always be watching over me. That's what she told me before she went to heaven."

"Really?"

"Yep! So don't cry anymore. You should be happy for your father."

The corners of Syaoran's mouth curved into a smile, "Okay."

The girl pulled away and suddenly, Syaoran felt empty. It was as if the girl took something away from him as she pulled away. She smiled at Syaoran and caused him to blush a hundred different shades of red.

"Kaijuu! We're leaving!"

"Okay Onii-chan!"

She turned towards Syaoran, "I got to go, Bye!"

"Wait! When will I see you again?"

The girl turned around, and cocked her head thoughtfully, "I don't know… let's leave it to fate. That's what my Otou-san always say." Saying so, she turned and ran towards the figure on the porch.

Suddenly, Syaoran realized he forgot to ask for the girl's name. He tried to shout for her but she was disappearing into the distance. He remembered his father telling him of angels that were graceful and kindhearted. He never could understand how there could be people who were so nice. As the little girl's smile flashed into his mind, little Syaoran decided that he had just met an angel.

Yay! So how was it? It's my first one-shot and CCS fic. Haha. So please do drop a review and tell me what you think!