Edit the Sad Parts
Chapter 2: Missing Link
Click. Click. The sounds of a computer mouse echo through Sakura's ears. Staring deep into her screen, she focused on her mission: to exterminate the enemy. "Take that Rogue Sun!" She shouted at her computer screen.
With bag under her eyes and nappy hair dangling off her head, she continued clicking and seized the username "RogueSun506". Finally, upon the screen showed in large red-outlined golden letters read: "Ch3rryR31 is the WINNER." She faintly sneered and typed to her challenger, "Once again, you have lost."
Through her triumphant and what she called glory, her face grew serious as she heard a ring chime. 'Argh, I wish my phone would just stop ringing.' Flipping the flap up, she sighed. Reading the text her receive, she sighed again. 'Sakura, is there something wrong you're not telling me about? I'm really worried. You haven't talked to me for days. I miss you. Call me, please. Love, Syaoran' Biting her lips, she closed it.
It was true. She looked gem that gleamed and glistened crimson, reminding her of her arrogance and selfishness for sleep; reminding her that she would never see her stuffed friend again. For days, she hadn't had much sleep, adapting the fear of losing someone else. She hadn't eaten much. She hadn't bathed, or brushed her hair or teeth. She was a mess, using an online game called Shadow Front to ease her pain.
Looking back at the screen, an instant message from the game popped up, saying, "You're good. Where yah from?"
"A small town."
"Really? I move to a small town too. It called Tomoeda."
"You must be a foreigner."
"How you guess?"
She chuckled a bit. "Your Japanese grammar isn't very good."
"Oh, sorry."
"Don't worry. I heard that learning Japanese isn't easy."
"No, do you want to type in English?"
"I'll try." Taking a deep breathe, tightly closed her eyes, hoping that she would just suddenly remember what she learned in her English class. Switching her font to English, she typed, "I not good for English."
"Haha."
"Yes? Why are you laugh?"
Being quite kind, the person other end of the online conversation switched the language back to Japanese. "No worry. I hear English is difficult."
"Yes, it is."
She sat there thinking of what should talk about. Pondering for a while, the person replied in Japanese, "Okay, I have my friend is helpin' me type now, so you don't have tah laugh at mah grammah."
Apparently, this person's friend was quite familiar with slang. "Oh! Thank you! Now we don't have a language barrier. Do you really talk informally like that, or does your friend like to talk in Japanese like that?"
"I really talk like dis. Is that bad?"
"Oh, no, it's just that," she hesitated for a moment, and then continued typing, "of a friend of mine. He had a heavy Osakan accent that I eventually got used to it with shortcuts and things like that. I miss him."
"Well, I don't think yah should."
"What do you mean?" Sakura curiously typed.
"Well, I think yah might be wastin' time missin' some guy friend. He's probably there. Yah just can't see 'im, you know?"
"I don't really understand, but I guess." Sakura pondered at the phase for a little longer. She retarded from the screen and typed, "He wasn't just some guy friend. He was my best friend."
"Best friends are foreva, right, hun?"
"Yes…" Staring at her screen, she couldn't help, but look at the word "hun". "I know what I'm about to ask it personal business and I'm sorry, but what's your name?"
"Henry."
"Henry…"
"Henry Jin."
"I see.
"And you are?"
Without a slight hesitation, she quickly typed her name, "Kinomoto. Kinomoto Sakura."
"Pretty name, you go there."
"My mom loved cherry blossoms. Ironically, I didn't come out a boy."
"Haha. Cool. I couldn't think yah wer' a guy. No guy would ever have the username 'Ch3rryR31', yah know?"
"Yeah." For the first time in days, a grin appeared on her face. "Well, I guess not, but then again, there are guys like that. You never know."
"I don't know. It's pretty convincin' that y'ur a girl."
"Yeah, that means a girl just kicked your butt in a boy's game!"
"Okay, girlie! REMATCH!"
Again, Sakura went for a challenge. With a widen grin and rapid finger motions, her heart raced.
Meanwhile, the school bell rang through the halls of Southwest Tomoeda Middle School. As students passed with their bags, skipping and laughing down the hall way, Syaoran frantically scratched his head. "Hey, Chiharu-chan, do you know if Sakura is sick or something?"
Chiharu turn around. She shook her head. "Sorry, I haven't heard from her."
"Thanks, anyway." Syaoran tapped other shoulder. "Naoko-chan, do you know where Tomoyo-chan is?"
Lifting her glasses, she replied with a curved smile and heart eyes, "I think she's in the library with Yuki-chan."
"Thanks!" He sped off, as he approached the library. Every step was firm, swift, and precise. With a wrinkle between his brows and hair flying in the wind, he turned the corner to find Tomoyo leaving the library with Yukito.
Tomoyo looked over at Syaoran, who stopped ten paces in front of her, panting hard. Tilting her head, she questioned, "Syaoran, are you okay?"
"Where's Sakura?" As he bent down facing the ground, he stood there panting hard and coughed.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know myself." A slight wrinkle appeared on her forehead and between her brows. Her lips were fastened and a deep sigh released. "She hasn't been picking up her phone."
"Haven't you been to her house lately?" He persisted.
She shook her head. Yukito intervened, explaining, "I don't think it's the right time to be talking to her. She needs to be alone for a while."
"Why?"
"Kero-chan… Syaoran, Kero-chan…" He hesitated. "… He passed away…"
The wrinkle only became deeper and confusion filled his expression. "Yukito-san, what do you mean?"
"It was his time."
Pulled his hair back, Syaoran was shocked. He sighed leaning against the wall. "Kero… Kero doesn't die! Kero is supposed to help us protect her! He just can't leave like that."
"Syaoran-kun, please don't fuss. He had a life span. He had an hourglass."
"Then what about Yue? He is dead?"
Glancing down at Syaoran's hand gripping into his red palm, Yukito know that Syaoran was restraining himself. "Syaoran," Yukito said gently, "you need to calm down. I know this is shocking and unfair, but please, I need you to be calm and patient."
Stepping up, Tomoyo patted Syaoran on his shoulder and slightly smiled, "Come on, let's go to her house."
"Sure…"
Yukito quickly grabbed her arm. "Please, Sakura needs time to heal."
"Kero wasn't just her friend, Yukito-chan." Tomoyo softly replied. "He was our friend."
Being left behind by Tomoyo and Syaoran, Yukito sighed as he dug down into his pocket grabbing his cell phone. Literally, with a blink of his eyes, his gently, soft fog eyes faded into a piecing blue. As he dialing his house number, his skin became pale. His hair grew rapidly and white. With one hand he began to unbutton his shirt and open the door to the roof. Holding his phone to his ear, he heard, "Yeah?"
"You better get off, or else, he'll sense you."
The person on the other line chuckled, "He ain't that powerful."
"You'd be surprised." Beep. Click. He closed his phone. Taking off his shirt, he held it in one hand as he held his hands to the sky, feeling a light breeze against his body. He looked up find his pure white feather drizzled over his body. His wings appeared and with one flap his feet lifted.
From only five meter off the roof, he saw, but one person. One person who had seen him transformed. Her rich violet eyes firmly stare at him and long, thick ebony fluttered in the wind.
"Yue, it's been quite a while." The girl smiled cleverly.
Yue frowned at her wanting to just fly away. He stayed put. "Azrael…"
Sorry, it's really late and really short, but you know, school and stuff. I'm not going to update as often as I'd like. So thank you to my very few readers for be somewhat patient with me. I'm hopeless ":P.
Have a Nice Day :).
