Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura or any of the charaters assosciated with it. I am simply playing and making havoc in their otherwise – whatever lives they lead – lives.
Synopsis: Set after the second movie, when Sakura is twelve years old. Sakura and Syaoran are almost together after before a certain magical tragedy occurs – again. Unfortunately for the little couple, this is all Sakura's doing, and she doesn't know what she did. Worse yet, she thinks Syaoran is the problem here. This leads to an enstranged relationship, where the couple are apart for three years. It'll be a rocky road to understanding each other again, and setting all the wrongs right.
Ignorance, Salvation, Redemption, Love
by lianneharmony
Chapter 1
Honestly
what will become of me
I don't like reality
It's way too
clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we don't
think
We missed everything daydreaming
Flames
to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an
end?
------- All Good Things Come To An
End (Nelly Furtado)
It's strange, but they saw that dreams are a way to solve your own problems. More like a vsion of reality, or a fragment of your subconcious.
But sixteen-year old Sakura Kinomoto didn't ever want to dream again. Especially if it was that dream. The dream of what had happened that tore them apart. It was strange that they were no longer together. It was strange that they were no longer close. It was not strange however, that they were apart. After all that had happened, would you blame both of them? This haunting reality woke her up in the middle of the night. 11:57 PM to be exact. And she doubted she could return to sleep after that.
As much as she hated dreams, she hated reality any more. Still, who could blame her?
She remembered what had happened, all the little incidents that had lead to their estrangement, everything that had changed their relationship. Before it was so sweet, so idyllic. They were so young, perhaps it was puppy love, like her father once told her it might end up as. Still, those feelings, they never really went away.
She tried to forget it, yet the more she tried, the less she could forget. In fact, it came back to her more clearly than ever before. It was so vivid, that she actually thought she remembered everything, to the very last detail –
She and Tomoyo were at the front door of the house that Syaoran and Meiling were occupying for the rest of their stay in Tomoeda, which, by the way it looked, seemed to be forever. She rang the bell.
Wei answered and smiled when he saw her. "Hello, Ms. Kinomoto, Ms. Daidouji."
"Hello, Wei! How are you?" Sakura smiled and burst out.
"Oh, perfectly fine, thank you, Ms. Kinomoto," Wei answered at the smiling and heart-warming young girl before him.
Just then Syaoran and Meiling appeared. "Hey there," Syaoran smiled.
"Syaoran! How are you? How was the flight? Is your family okay? Oh, Meiling! How are you? How's it been –?" Sakura trailed off.
"Isn't she simply adorable?" Tomoyo asked Wei, looking after Sakura worshipfully.
Wei smiled. "I'm sure she is."
What a cute couple they'll make, Wei mused aloud to himself, as he saw his young master with the young girl.
"How's your family Sakura?" Syaoran asked after Meiling left them to gossip with Tomoyo.
Okay, so we ran out of topics to discuss, Sakura thought. It was still wonderful to see him
"They're fine, Syaoran."
Awkward silence permeated the couple for the thousandth time at least.
"Erm –" Syaoran began.
Sakura looked at him intently.
"Erm –"
"What is it, Syaoran?" she asked him, expectantly.
"Will you stop looking at me?" He burst out.
"Huh?" Sakura was confused.
"No, it's not that!" Sweatdrops formed on Syaoran's forehead. "I mean – no it's just – (deep breath) – everytime you stare at me, I can't help but look at you. I missed you, you know?" He whispered the last part in her ears.
Sakura blushed.
"I really, really, really love you, and I wanted to give you this," Syaoran produced a wreath of pressed cherry blossoms.
"My namesake!" Sakura breathed. "Oh, Syaoran – I –" She was at loss for words.
"Do you like it?" He asked her.
She hugged him in response.
How did it all go wrong? Weren't they meant for each other? That moment would linger forever in her memory as the best time of her life. Or so she thought. It had all gone downhill after that.
"I've something for you too," she told him shyly once she let go of him. He blushed.
Sakura proceeded to take off the locket on her neck. Syaoran's eyes widened. She smiled.
The locket was beautiful. She had finished it, and truly, it was divine.
"I put a lock of my hair in it. It's supposed to be something that sweethearts do in Europe. Do you like it? I made it myself?"
"You – did it yourself?" Syaoran was surprised, and his eyes widened.
Sakura blushed and smiled at him.
"How did you do it?"
"Well, with a little help from magic of course and a Sakura Card," she smiled. "Do you like it?"
"A Sakura Card?" Syaoran sprung around. "What did you do Sakura? What did you do? You shouldn't have done anything with it?" He grasped her hard by the shoulders.
"Syaoran – you're hurting me; nothing happened when Kero and I tested it, so we tore it apart and –"
"You tore a Sakura Card apart? Sakura, that's dangerous. Why the hell did you do that for?"
"It was for you –"
"Don't you understand? Once you tear apart a card, it'll be difficult to return it back to its original form! And it could destroy everything! Sakura –"
"Syaoran, nothing happened!"
"No, something happened! What did Kero say?"
"That I should test it, and I tested it, and nothing happened!"
"No, something definitely happened! Maybe you didn't see it! How can any Sakura card be a dud! Anything which is created by magic always has magical powers. Sakura, you should know that!"
They were yelling at each other by now.
"No, Syaoran, nothing happened!"
"It had something to do with emotions, so, of course you wouldn't be able to see it. Emotions is a concept, not something physical. Of course you wouldn't be able to see it –"
"Syaoran, what's wrong with you! Why can't you accept nothing happened?"
"Because something did happen! I'm sure Kero warned you about it! Why didn't you listened to that stuffed toy?"
"First of all Kero is not a stuffed toy, secondly –"
Tears welled up in her beautiful emerald eyes. Syaoran came near her, as if to comfort her, but Sakura pushed him away.
"Secondly, I can't have it if you're never trusting me on what I do –"
"But Sakura, I do trust you; it's just that –"
"No, Syaoran. I doubt you do, and that's why. You can't always be jealous of me –"
"Jealous of you? Sakura, I love you –"
A thought flashed through her mind, and she accepted it, which was strange, because she would normally not do so. "I should have known," she told him coldly. "You're trying to control me, aren't you? So you can become Card Captor? Syaoran, I really thought –" she couldn't bring herself to say it, although both of them knew what she wanted to say.
I thought you loved me, loomed over their heads. Desperation covered Syaoran's features. "Sakura, no, why are you acting like this? I –" He looked up to face Sakura, but Sakura had already walked out.
"Sakura!" he cried, but Sakura ignored him.
"Let's go, Tomoyo, bye Meiling, bye Wei!" And she walked out, a very confused Tomoyo following her.
"Why are we leaving so soon, Sakura?" Tomoyo asked her best friend/cousin, but was answered by tears on the latter's part.
Tears streamed down Sakura's face even now, more than three years later. What was this remembrance supposed to mean? She looked at the clock. It said 12:00 PM.
"I'm sixteen now."
Yet, she felt unhappy still. The feelings of regret she never wanted to feel after she left the Li Residence in Tomoeda surfaced. She tried to push it down.
They say dreams are supposed to be my salvation, but how can salvation come in the form of pain? Sakura thought miserably.
She wanted to dream no more, and thankfully for her, she fell into a dreamless slumber.
If dreams were supposed to be a means of salvation, perhaps salvation comes in the form of pain. Not many can remember them, or if they remember them, they disappear soon after, into our subconscious, and we end up forgetting them.
Yet for those vivid dreams that we always remember, they will always be a form of salvation, if we know how to interpret them. For they represent the solutions thought up by our subconscious, and solutions to life's problems is a means of salvation.
Author's Note:
Well, I hope you guys liked the first chapter and this one too. Thanks to dbzgtfan2004 for being my first reviewer. Will continue soon!
Hugs and kisses,
lianneharmony
