MGNND- OK hi people! Chapter 2 is now up (durrh) and now we see if our fav couple will come in time to save Tomoyo and the rest of society! Will Syaoran take it this time, or does it go to Meilin?
Meilin- MonkeyGirlNaNoDa does not own Card Captor Sakura, but she does own her manga, Mahou no Suishou.
MGNND- Right! And with my authoress powers, I will bring my Manga characters in! Kiseki Fukui, Mizuki Utamaro and Yuki!
(The three girls appear, looking confused)
MGNND- KK, now let's get on with the fic!
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Neither Sakura nor Syaoran went to school that day. They spent all day training their magic/fighting, ready for when the time would come to meet the woman who had murdered Sakura's family and three of their friends. They practised for hours, not daring to split into different areas in case the other disappeared. And when they finally got tired, they quickly ate some food and drank, then returned to their preparation.
It was about 6.00 PM and they were both tired and thirsty, but not quite hungry, so they decided to rest for the night, and sinking into chairs, they let out long, contented sighs. Looking at each other, without even saying a word, they both burst out laughing, giggling at nothing in particular except the way they were both slightly pink after training all day, at least until they heard a girl scream. Then a wide- eyed look to each other and short, shallow breathing replaced their laughter.
"Oh my God," Sakura whispered, pulse quickening. "Meilin!" she called, but no reply echoed. Terrified now, Sakura ran upstairs, tripping one too many times, and skidded to a halt outside Meilin's room, pushing the door hard, but something blocked the door. Another scream, and the scent of blood, its rich red colour seeping through the carpet, under the door. Another scream, but it sounded more familiar…
It was her own cry. A screech of terror and desperation. "SYAORAN!" she yelled out as her boyfriend came rushing to the room, but stopped dead when he saw the blood. 'Dead' being the operative word. Jamming the door open, the object gave way and lead into Meilin's room, yet they couldn't find her body. Not until they saw her legs sticking out from behind the door. Convulsing, Sakura closed the door and immediately wished she hadn't. Meilin's dress and long black hair were soaked in her blood, seeping through a gash in her chest. Her face was pallid and frozen in a terrified, screaming position. Sakura felt the blood drain from her face and let out a cry so loud that a girl over in India could have heard her.
Sakura was still pale and shaking as she sat on the guest bed, not daring to look outside at Meilin's body being lifted into the ambulance, the white sheet covering her body and head.
"Ogenki desu ka?" Syaoran asked, sitting next to her as she slowly began to cry into his shoulder. Meilin and she had just begun to become friends, and now because of one psycho-bitch it was all gone. She, of course, could not say this aloud, but she was silently cursing the woman and praying for her family and friends, praying that Meilin, Rika, Naoko and Chiharu would be okay, but most of all for Tomoyo. Praying that Tomoyo would not die. Syaoran looked at her expectantly as she did not answer his question. Sakura just looked down at her feet as a reply, the tears dripping off her cheeks and on to the floor. "Zettai daijobu dayo," he said, holding her as she cried into his chest, muffling her sobs. Sakura shook her head and clutched him tighter, as though she wanted to curl up inside him.
"Nothing will be alright again," she wailed, clawing at him, shaking her head into his stomach were it had sunk down to. "Everybody's dying, and I don't want you to die! I don't ever want you to die!" she yelled, grabbing the sleeves of his top and shaking him, not letting go until he grabbed her wrists and kissed her passionately.
"We'll find a way out of this together," he murmured as Sakura lay under him, letting his hands spread out across her stomach, making their way up to her chest… (A/N- They are both 15 in this fic, KK? Forgot to mention that before ; sozzy! MonkeyGirlNaNoDa.)
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It was about 9.00 AM, Thursday, by the time Sakura and Syaoran woke up, slightly shocked and ashamed at their actions. They were, after all, only 15. But that all seemed to melt away as she felt his hand brush across her bare back as she got dressed. It all felt so natural, so right, and the fact that almost everyone was dying seemed to wither away until it was as faint and grainy as an old dream. Until they saw the bloodstains in Meilin's room, and it all flooded back to them- Rika, Naoko and Chiharu disappearing at school; the crumbing house; her brother, father, Rika, Naoko and Chiharu's dead bodies on the floor; Meilin's shocked, dead, ashen face.
Guilt bit away at them all day, and whenever they met each other's eyes, they would burn a deep red. Sometimes, though, there were times when Syaoran would slide his hands across her stomach as he did on that night and Sakura would lean back into him, resting her head into his shoulder, then they would remember and jump apart ashamedly. It all carried on for the next few weeks, except Sakura became fussy about him being anywhere near her stomach and threw herself into her practises faithfully. Syaoran, of course, had become suspicious, but trusted Sakura too much to interrogate her about whether she was having an affair or not.
After three months of training, they decided that they were finally ready. Heading over to the house again, they both shook at what may be awaiting them.
"Whatever happens, whatever we see, however she decides to kill us," Sakura whispered, quickly squeezing his hand, "Just think, we'll see everyone again." She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and climbed in through the window leading to the hallway. Rika, Naoko and Chiharu's bodies were still lying dead on the floor, and as she got closer, Sakura cold see that their eyes were open, blank and white, rolled back into their sockets. Her breath caught in the back of her throat, but she gulped it back and breathed again, but wished she hadn't. The smell of congealing blood and fermenting flesh knocked her back.
"Daijobu," Syaoran said, gently taking hold of her shoulders and leading her into the smallest room, with only one tiny slit for a window. Through that, they could see Tomoyo's mother, Sakura's elder brother and father all on the floor, but no sign of Tomoyo. Sakura shook her head and looked in the living room.
Once again, empty.
Sighing, Sakura wondered what this twisted woman had in mind and why she was doing it. She also wondered what awaited them in the kitchen. With their breaths held and clinging to each other in fear, they slowly opened the old, rotting kitchen door, but as they did, three or four chunks of wood fell to the floor and splintered. Hearts pumping and adrenaline surging, they crept into the black room and immediately tripped over something. A body. Sakura shivered and tears sprung to her eyes as she felt long, wavy hair and a smooth, plastic headband. "Sakura…" she heard a soft voice call. It sounded familiar, yet strange and new to her, like a person she had just met, but felt like had known for years…
MGNND- 0mG will it be who Sakura hopes it is?
Sakura- z0mG 0.o
Tomoyo- (confused) so am I dead?
MGNND- Dunno yet ; you'll find out in the next chappie… I think… ;
