Easier To Run
Author's Notes:
Yes, Syaoran is in this story. He's actually in this chapter. For those of you waiting for him, here he is! Enjoy and please review!
Disclaimer:
I don't CCS or any of its characters.
Chapter 2
Successful Hero
"I was just starting to have fun watching my kid!" Syaoran whined at the Chief Angel. Apparently, he was assigned to guard his first kid since he became an angel but then just after spending a week with her; he was called back to heaven. He knew he didn't do anything wrong.
"I have someone else for you," the Chief Angel said in his monotone voice.
"Who? Another kid?" Syaoran asked, not eager though to know who exactly the person was.
"See for yourself," the Chief Angel waved his hand then the next thing that Syaoran knew, he was beside a teenager girl – a crying teenager girl – on top of some building.
With the distance between him and the girl, he could feel her anger but at the same time, she was sad and in pain. He hated being able to read living creature's feelings. Lucky for him: he had learned to stop other living creatures from affecting him with their feelings but this girl was different – it was like she wasn't even trying to make her emotions be felt.
She was hiding what she feels inside.
She was crying but the rain that was pouring down had caused her tears to be invisible. Her eyes, though, were so red and tired.
From the looks of it, the girl had no intention of seeking somewhere to shed in from the rain.
'I wonder what her problem is,' Syaoran thought, still watching the girl intently.
Later on, the girl's phone began to ring. She took her phone out of her jean pocket then answered it, standing up and walking towards a roof near the door.
"Sure, Touya," she said weakly, trying to sound normal. "Bye." She quickly hung up. She looked at the view in front of her. From where she was standing, she could see the other high buildings and the rain falling.
Before she could run out to the rain again, on the other hand, her phone started ringing again. "What is it, Eriol?" She paused for a moment then he felt her emotions once again – stronger and powerful this time. Her pain was even greater than it was a while ago. "Alright. Don't get too possessive. No one's going to steal her away from you with that kind of attitude of yours." Yet again, she tried to sound normal on the phone. "Yeah, ok." And then she hung up.
She looked behind her. She could see her reflection on the glass on the door. She looked exhausted and devastated.
"You're hopeless," she muttered at her reflection. "If you hadn't dumped him, maybe you're the girl that he was talking about to the whole world." She combed her wet hair with her right hand and tucked some hair behind her ear.
She looked at herself again then smiled.
Syaoran was good enough to know that it was a fake smile. But he couldn't deny that when he first looked at her, he thought it was a real smile. 'This girl's good in pretending,' he thought.
Her smile was quickly gone and her face was then contorted with anger. And with all the anger that Syaoran could definitely feel that's coming from her, she punched the glass on the door, breaking it. She flinched as she wounded her fist.
"Oh, damn it!" she cursed, looking at her bloody wrist.
On her other hand lays her phone still. She saw her phone then threw it. It was one good swing as if she was pitching in a baseball game. The phone was then suddenly flying down the building. She didn't seem to care if the phone would hit someone's head down below.
Syaoran found himself smirking. 'This is harder than I thought,' he thought. 'Oh well, that's what makes it better.'
He still doesn't know her name. How will he know?
The girl then walked away from where she was shedding in from the rain. She let the rain damp her clothes even more. She even looked up the sky with eyes closed, maybe just to feel the rain even more. Once again, Syaoran smirked, 'this girl must be crazy.'
Without any sudden warning, the girl ran towards the edge of the building. Syaoran's eyes were suddenly so huge in realizing what the girl was about to do.
He tried his best to communicate with her but her emotions were running too high, it was impossible. Before the girl could finally jump off the building, Syaoran decided to use his powers to slow the time to prevent her from falling and to provide him more time to think of saving the girl.
He had a purpose here. The Chief Angel would not just send him here and let the girl die. He should save her. But how?
He was not corporeal. He can't touch her. He can't catch her. So now what?
Syaoran looked again at the girl's figure. She was moving really slow but her determination was clear in her face even with her eyes closed. The eyes were believed to show the deepest feelings that you have. But how come this girl could reach out to Syaoran even though it was obvious that she hasn't meant to?
Finally, he decided. With all the will he has, he spread out his angel wings, return the time back to normal then flew towards the girl. When he tried grabbing her hand, his hand just went through hers.
He knew it wasn't time to give up. The girl had fallen completely off the building and was now being pulled down by gravity. With one long intake of air – though he doesn't necessarily breathe – he grabbed the girl.
There was a loud scream as he collided with the girl's body. The girl's hands were the only thing between them. Syaoran was hugging her tightly and with one swoosh of his wings; they were flying up to the top of the building.
Syaoran didn't even glance at the girl that he was holding at that moment. He was concentrating hard on flying them on the top of the building. He didn't care how he actually got to touch the girl. But he wouldn't waste any more time.
He wants to save the girl.
And he did.
He stopped flapping his wings and made it disappear. He helped the girl regain her composure. She squinted to have a better look at him – not caring that she was totally soaked now.
"What are you?" she asked finally.
Syaoran smirked and shrugged. "What do you think?" he asked back.
"An idiot that should get his own life," she crossed her arms in front of her chest, sending a death glare to Syaoran.
"Sorry, can't do that," he said and smiled to himself at how stupid it sounds.
"What do you think you're doing here?" she demanded.
Syaoran smirked again. He could not believe how dense this girl can be. And he could not understand how she could see him. "Saving an idiot who wants to end her life," he stated.
The girl huffed and rolled her eyes. It had stopped raining all of a sudden. But the sky was dark. She looked at him then felt that her burden had been somehow lifted up behind her back.
Syaoran was staring at her intently as she looked up. All of a sudden, he was seeing flashbacks that happened here and there. And all of them have the girl in front of him.
He abruptly started feeling that he should walk away now. Far away. From her. She's the reason why --
"What's your name?" he asked, not caring if he would be answered or not.
"Why do you want to know?" she arched an eyebrow at him.
"Just –" he controlled his temper and decided to speak softly. "- tell me your name."
"No."
Syaoran closed his eyes trying to stop the flashbacks that he was seeing in his mind. He tried his best to look straight at the girl. "Are you Kinomoto Sakura?" he then said.
The girl took a step back. "How did you know my name?" she asked, surprised. "Look, I don't know who you are or what you are. I don't know how the hell you manage to bring me back up here. I don't know what you're thinking butting into my business. You shouldn't do that!"
"I saved your life!" he finally lost his temper, realizing who Sakura really is.
"I didn't ask you to!"
Again, Syaoran kept his cool. "Look, just forget it. I don't want to add up to your pain so I'm leaving now. But I'll be watching you."
With that, he was gone – still feeling Sakura's pain and feeling his own now.
Author's Notes:
Yes, Syaoran is an angel. The last chapter is up and running already!