I don't own Card Captor Sakura or any of the other characters
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The curtains rose in a graceful movement allowing the cold morning's breeze to penetrate into the white-washed room. The wind had a small bite to it that so often helped foretell a cold and dreary winter was on its way. Soon the curtains drifted lazily back to the floor before once again being swept up by the invisible current.
A small brown leaf soon floated into the room, seeming almost unperturbed by the frosty air, which battered it about carelessly. The leaf floated nonchalantly on the frosty gale which was weakening by the second. Down, it glided until it landed soundlessly on the shoulder of a girl. The girl, though previously unaffected by the wind snapped her green eyes open with the light contact of something unfamiliar against her skin.
Her hands slowly moved towards the source that had disturbed her. Nothing could be heard in the room, even the fine white curtains move soundlessly upon the wind. With almost a hesitant movement the girl touched what was on her shoulder and relaxed when her fingers brushed the harsh texture that could only belong to a plant. She lifted the leaf into eyesight and studied it closely. The edges of the leaf were curled and dry, while its veins which had once supported and nurtured it to a flourishing life had become brown and dull. With just a little more pressure the source of her disturbance cracked and fell apart, it was so devoid of moisture that a generous touch could make it crumble. Gingerly the girl, still weary from her slumber emerged totally from under her blankets and sat on the bed, staring at the remains of the leaf.
Much of that leaf was similar to how she felt - dull and devoid of life. With just the right amount of pressure, she was certain that she to could fall apart as easily as the leaf had done, perhaps even be swept upon the wind and carried away becoming no more then a memory.
The girl spared a fleeting glance at the window. The curtains were still trapped in the current and waved at her, beckoning her to come and look at the cheerful bright world just beyond her window. The white material bounced and floated on the wind, its long arms reaching out as her welcoming. She diverted her sight, focussing on her hands placed in her lap. They appeared weak and fragile however they were immersed with one another in a tight grip, turning her knuckles white.
Unconsciously her hands loosened as her orbs returned to gazing at the remnants of the leaf. With a small movement the brown pieces were swept to the floor and onto the white carpet where they stared back at her, clear and obvious due to the contrast of light and dark. Almost unwillingly the girl tore her gaze away from the leaves and busied herself with the now untidy blankets. After a few moments she was once again surrounded by the soft material, however this time her upper torso and head was also covered.
She elapsed into total darkness both in her dreams and in her reality. Thus Sakura Kinomoto greeted another day.
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Brown eyes snapped open as a ringing sound penetrated through his mind. The alarm brought a searing pain which made his forehead crease in disagreement and himself to grunt as the bright light of a new morning reached his large and susceptible pupils. Using his hand to block the oncoming rays and help protect what remained of his eye sight, he felt his muscles contract together in a combine effort as he raised himself into a sitting position on the edge of a very messy bed. He was aware of a faint hum echoing around the room but soon recognised that to be the monotonous voice of the channel nine News reporter.
"The Tokyo earthquake that hit yesterday was only charted as a minor tremor on the scale, it caused no serious injuries with the exception of damaged powerlines in the north and east regions of the city, expanding on a 70 kilometre radius. The power has been revamped however. Professionals determine the earthquake will be the first of many more minor earthquakes. Well folks I guess the earthquake season has started earlier then expected, back to you Asuka"
With those final words the screen flashed from the big smiled, white-toothed reporter to a heavily featured but gorgeous women. Another whirl of metallic sound indicated that the alarm which had previously woken Syaoran was not yet inactive. With a groan he climbed to his feet and walked unhurriedly to the maple table which currently held the nuisance digital alarm. Syaoran switched the device off while reaching for the TV's silver remote.
Soon with all the electronics off and dormant, Syaoran resumed his position of sitting on his large bed. Gingerly he raised his hands to his temples and rubbed them lightly.
Syaoran was tired.
Not only had his companies executive chief's of OMSS (observing and maintaining statistics for stockholders) reported that the companies shareholders seemed to have dropped interest for the company but also decreased by a massive 20. This was something Syaoran could not afford for the oncoming season and so in an attempt to resolve the problem, he stayed at his office for half the night only to find the executive chief's had somehow managed to discover the statistics from four years ago concerning the OMSS division.
Syaoran shook his head lightly, today was the beginning of his leave and he planned to use it wisely. Of course when he stated he would use it wisely he meant he would not think of work and all the troublesome statistics and figures. With a sigh Syaoran stretched, lean muscles rippled beneath his skin as he did so. Lumbering to his feet, he walked towards the connecting bathroom.
Yes Syaoran thought, no more work, no more lectures and above all no more distractions.
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Each step Sakura made echoed through the empty halls of her and Tomoyo's apartment. While the apartment only contained two bedrooms, a bathroom, the usual kitchen and one spare room, which was used as a study it proved quite expensive and difficult to maintain. Tomoyo who was currently at the large mall, employed as the store manager for a clothes store was able to gather enough rent on her part and a little on Sakura's. Despite her current mood Sakura's sense of justice was still slightly appalled as Tomoyo had tried to – unsuccessfully – keep this discreet. However Sakura also found a deep shame in herself when she learnt of this. Not only had she so far burdened Tomoyo with her mood and other matters containing it but now she was forcing her friend to further spend her personal money, yet again for the sake of herself.
I am worthless
The thought rang clear in her mind, and though she might have tried to be rid of it, it stayed afresh and seemed to burn into her own conscious. Desperate and unable to remove or even slightly hinder the thought Sakura thought only of an unknown sanctuary outside of this desolate place. So without any resolve and based on instinct alone she unlocked the apartment door and ran.
She ran down and out of the building taking nothing with her except the long pants and singlet shirt she wore. The rhythmic pace she gathered from her run was the only factor able to justify her thoughts that her body still remained trapped in the world. Although many whom she passed saw nothing but a pale and blank faced girl going for a normal run, her mind became livid and alive with terrifying and unwanted thoughts that she was all but able to leave. Yet she managed, she appeared nothing but a concentrated face, aware of who she was, where she was going and what she wanted. How far this was from the truth and how uncertain and una pathetic people had become.
These assumptions could be nothing but far from the truth. She was no one and unvalued even to herself. She wasn't even aware of where she was only the aching pain that seared across her chest and caused a lump to rise in her throat.
Nothing existed except the primal instinct to flee pain. Her breath became ragged and pitched. Faces and objects, of what she had past in her flight and who she had know in her past flashed before her eyes, becoming clear in everything else that was a blur.
And as time passed on her earthbound self, her inner self rose into the endless darkness surrounding it and shrieked. The most vulnerable part of humans is always what lies within, and as Sakura's inner being admitted defeat and relinquished to the oncoming adversity, Sakura became aware of where she now lay.
A golden goddess loomed down at her. The statue was old and the gold paint peeling, perched in the middle of various cherry blossoms trees, all of which had deteriorating brown blossoms. Though the whole place spoke of death, rest and winter the woman's gaze held Sakura's own. It spoke of warmth, of nurturing and an unknown beauty which Sakura did not yet understand. But most of all it spoke of sanctuary, so underneath this statue adorned in elegant gold robes did Sakura rest.
She crawled to the ladies feet and nestled on the platform she was mounted on. Her face became slack and peaceful, with no troubles to disturb her exhaustion. As the wind came brown petals danced towards here figure and moved her hair from the message it had previously obscured.
In loving memory to a loving mother, wife, sister and grandmother, may this park and personal memorial always shine with the beauty you possessed everyday of your life. Always will you be remembered and now forever will you be known as Yelan Li – The Mother.
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AN: AHHHH I'm really sorry. It's Christmas break over here and I've been working and on holidays. And I've had writers block and I'll stop making excuses now! I'm sorry this chapter is so short! I'll try to come up with something better next time, I promise! Thank you!
- cheers! Imotouchan
