Full Summary: Legend goes that every 18 years, Destiny's child is born. But in order to keep balance to the world, the child must be killed. What if Sakura is the child of Destiny, but Syaoran doesn't want her to die. Worst, a King want's to use her to control Destiny and bring his life into wealth. Every second Sakura is kept alive, every second there world is being thrown into hell. When time comes, Syaoran will have to choose; save the one he loves and bring the world to its end, or kill her and save the world.
a/n: I would like to thank you very much if you are here to read this story and review. This is a one of three book trilogy and I hope, with your review, that you will motivate me to continue.
Rated: This story is rated "T" for some (Okay, maybe a bit more than "Some") language, violence/blood/gore description.
Forbidden: Sakura, the child of Destiny
By: Syaoran 'Spaar
Chapter Two
Sweet young memories
"Syaoran, Syaoran! Come here quick." Wesle's voice was quick; he couldn't wait to tell Syaoran the big news.
"What, what?" A running Syaoran came dashing through the front door, he was still small; of course he was only five years old.
Wesle pointed in a direction with a woman holding a baby in her hands. Syaoran walked up and took a peek. The baby was wrapped in a dry soft cloth that was specifically made for it. Syaoran stared, and smiled like it was the first baby he had ever seen... yet it was.
His whole life, Syaoran as a baby himself was the only baby in his life, so seeing that small baby was like heaven for him.
"Oh, what's his name?" Syaoran asked in his squeaky voice. He rose to his tippy-toes to get a better look. His eyes looked down as he tried leering at the baby.
"Her," The mother corrected. "Her name... do you want to name her?"
Syaoran's eyes glimmered, and his heart beat faster than normal. He jumped in circles; finally he got to name something.
"Hmm, it has to be good." He said to himself. Syaoran sat down on the floor cross legged, and thought. For what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, Syaoran finally said, "Ah ha!" and rose back up to his feet. He stared at the baby blankly.
"Well, what have you decided?" Wesle said, anxiously waiting the name.
"Pebbles!" Syaoran shouted.
The room became silent as Wesle almost came into laughing, but was able to keep it in. The mother of the baby was too almost in laughter, but dare not to mock Syaoran.
"Pebbles?" He asked, Syaoran held a finger to his lips, and rethought it.
"Maybe... no, I want something else."
"Well hurry up then, this baby can't go on without a name."
The mother laughed as she watched the two exchanging names with eachother. One would like, and the other one wouldn't.
"Lynx, Misty, Cassie, Hikari."
"No..."
"Yuna?"
"I don't like it."
"Oh, what about Donna?"
"Donna? Pl- couldn't you think of a more original name, Syaoran?"
The names went on for hours, from morning till night. Neither not eating nor resting. Mother of the unnamed baby was just about to fall asleep until she heard a name she liked the most.
"Sakura?"
"I love it!" She exclaimed. She stood from her char, and handed the baby over to Syaoran. He slowly and carefully took Sakura and cradled her in his arms.
"Are you sure? I don't..." As Syaoran saw the baby in his arms, and fast asleep, the name had fit her well. "... I guess it's a good name... but remember I named her!"
"Shh, yes." Wesle said, finally finding a name for, Sakura, he added, "Come home whenever you are ready Syaoran." And left the house.
Wesle missed it, but Syaoran nodded in acknowledgement. He sat down in place of Sakura's mother and rocked the chair back and forwards. Sakura in his hands reminded him of when his mom would cradle him as a little baby. The memories were sweet, sweet old memories.
But soon enough, the memories of his mother would just bring back the bad ones after he would remember what had happened to them. So he quickly ignored it.
Keeping his eyes back on Sakura, he rocked her still. He couldn't keep his eyes off her even if he wanted to. His eyes were glued and wide open. Still, even after starring he smiled at her. Everything he would ever have wanted was in his arms... in his arms. He hummed a tune that would forever be remembered by him to her.
It was eight years later, when Syaoran and Sakura's relationship turned from babysitter and babygirl to friends. They played together more, and helped eachother out more. Though Sakura was still too young to be of any help when it came to a mans job, he was able to help her in situations.
Every single day, though Syaoran knew her name was Sakura, he really enjoyed calling her the first name he attempted to give her, Pebbles. Pebble this and Pebble that, everyday Sakura would grow tired and angry at it, but everyday there friendship grew larger.
But on one certain day was when there relationship raised the most. Sadly, it was the day of Sakura's mother's death. Sakura was only eight years old and her mom had been killed by a decease that couldn't be cured by there hands. "It'll be alright, Sakura." Syaoran said. His arms were wrapped around her neck. He knew the memories of losing a mother.
The rain showered fast, and hard. A gust of wind blew harshly, but safe in Syaoran's arms, Sakura was able to withstand it. Her eyes were combines with rain and tears as she stared at her mother's tomb. She squeezed the hands of Syaoran as tightly as possible.
Also, everyday, Syaoran would spend countless hours inside a dojo where he and Master Gorley would practice sword combats, getting him prepared for attack and defense. These were the moments that were mostly enjoyed by both young children.
"You are too slow, Syaoran." Gorley said. Syaoran took a swing with a sword in both his hands, the sword was big, and a little too heavy for Syaoran to carry like a feather, but he was still able to swing it hard enough to kill a knight in heavy armor; though he would not survive if it were a real thing. "You are thirteen years old, move faster!" Gorley yelled again.
"Go Syaoran!" Sakura yelled over from the sidelines. She would watch Syaoran every single day practice, though the results were almost the same everyday, Syaoran would be done with scratched and little wounds around his body, she really enjoyed the pain he is able to take.
"I am trying." Syaoran exhaustedly said, and swung once again. Gorley slid his sword across his body and flung Syaoran's sword out form his hand and into the ground. Gorley then grabbed his neck with one arm, and held the sword next to Syaoran's neck.
"Trying' is not a word when in battle." Gorley yelled, yet another result of Syaoran losing. "Fail and conquer are the only choices of words you have in battle." He swung a kendo stick right above Syaoran's head; missing purposely. "Come on, left right left right, move those legs."
Gorley took an eye on Syaoran, and saw him wheezing, breathing hard. Though Gorley himself did not think Syaoran didn't deserve a break because this was just the simplest exercise he had, a break was offered. Syaoran took it, and fell to the ground, breathing like a machine.
"I'll fetch some water." Gorley said, and walked into another distant room.
Sakura skipped and leaned over the almost dead Syaoran.
"You did great!" She exclaimed.
"Pebbles- why do you watch? You're too young to see all this..."
Sakura shrugged and said, "My name is Sakura, repeat, Sa-Ku-Ra."
Syaoran laughed, and waved her away.
Those were the good moments, the great moments, the happy and sad moments. But it was just one night when everything fell apart, not because he wanted it to happen, but because it had to happen. Nothing is worst than being by yourself... especially knowing that it is going to be for a long time.
The moon was glimmering bright, and the stars shinned like a million lights once again like every night. The owls hooted, and the crickets chirped.
Syaoran, finally a skilled warrior, and a grown young man- at the age of eighteen-, prepared a horse and placed a broad sword on the side. He hummed his favorite tune, the tune he remembered humming to Sakura when she was first born. He then buckled the saddle in place.
Every single memory flashed in his mind as he thought thirteen years back. When he was five, Sakura was born, there relationship grew there, but now it would all have to end... for a short time atleast.
When Syaoran was finally satisfied, he took a grip on the horse, and was about the jumped until he heard crackled from behind him. Quickly, he drew out his sword and pointed in that direction, but to only see Sakura, covered in a blanket, walked towards him.
Sakura was now a young girl, but old enough to understand things that anyone would know. She was thirteen years old, and lean like most girls would be.
"Syaoran?" Sakura squinted her eyes to see through the dark. "Syaoran, what are you doing?"
Syaoran placed the sword back in its place, and stared at the ground to think. What should I tell her? He thought. Should he tell her that he was going to try to find and pursue Diablo; the person who killed his family? Or would she be better off living a life without him after he told a lie? He already suffered once, and he didn't want her to feel the same. Especially knowing there would be almost no one to be with her since her mother had died.
"Sakura..." Syaoran walked up to her until they were only inches apart. He searched for words, but didn't know what to say.
"Are you running away?" She asked. Syaoran laughed.
"Run away? Why would I?"
Sakura stood only up to Syaoran's shoulders. She was quite small compared to him.
"Is it me? I'm sorry for the things I've done... though I can't think of any, but if it is, please tell me." Her voice was soft, and high. She felt that the reason that Syaoran would be leaving was because of her, but it wasn't.
"No, no, no Sakura. It's nothing about you." Syaoran replied. He held both his hands on her shoulders to comfort her. "Listen, I have to go... somewhere." Was all he could think of.
"You... you want to find Dia- him, don't you?"
"How did you know that?" Syaoran now seemed confused. His ears flashed wide open, and his eyes pierced down. He had never told Sakura a single detail about Diablo.
"Wesle told me about him, and told me that someday you would want to find him... I just guessed really. He never told me why though."
Syaoran moved closer until the young Sakura was in his muscular arms. A tear trickled down his face.
"Diablo... is what I call him. I don't know his real name but, he killed my parents, so I have to repay him."
"I- I understand, but that's not my concern, I want to know if you'll come back." Sakura looked up into his eyes as she saw them shine with the stars from the moonlight. "And how will you find him?
"Yes... I promise. I will come back." Syaoran said, though he knew it would be a hard promise to keep, he would make sure of it. He has never really promised anyone anything, so Syaoran did not know what a promise really meant when it were to be broken. "Though I don't know how to find him, I will."
Sakura hugged him tighter, not wanting him to let go, but she knew she must, so soon enough, her grip loosened.
"When I come back, I hope you'll still be the little girl I know."
"You know I'm not going to be little forever." Sakura's voice suddenly changed into a cheerful one. The thought of Syaoran still wanting her to be a little girl meant that she had someone like a father, a brother to be there for her.
Syaoran laughed, and whispered, "Yea, I know... but just because you aren't one doesn't mean I can't treat you like one. It doesn't really matter really, because no matter what, I will always be the same age older than you."
Everything fell silent for a moment. The last few minutes were spent in each others arms, and both wishing eachother luck for there time apart. Syaoran jumped onto his horse, and left Sakura with her blanket around her on the ground and started out of the Gyron.
"Syaoran..."
"Hm, what is it?" Syaoran stopped, held the rings in his hand and ready to get going.
"I...I..."
"The sooner I leave, the sooner ill come back you know." Syaoran didn't want to be rude by wanting to leave so soon, but it was true, the sooner he leaves, the sooner he would be back. He didn't want to spend his life staying in Gyron, but he also didn't want to spend his whole life searching for Diablo as well.
"I- I guess I can tell you the next time I see you." Sakura frowned, and backed a few steps to give Syaoran space to turn the horse around.
Syaoran quickly nodded, and blew Sakura a friendship kiss.
Sakura pretended to catch the blown kiss and kept it around her heart.
As she watched Syaoran ride off into the midnight skies, she smiled. For such a young girl, she felt the feelings of a grown up women. Was it possible? Her smile told the truth, and her mind was hidden behind curtains. Only she knew what she wanted to say, but knew that she would have to wait until the next time they meet once again.
Even though Syaoran was now out of sight, Sakura still kept her place, not moving a single inch, still staring at the horizon where Syaoran had disappeared into. The night was comfortable, and even if she wanted to, she didn't want to leave her spot.
After a few minutes, Sakura grew tired of standing and went back home with a small smile. She held her hands together and held them close to her heart.
My sweet young memories will be kept forever. She thought. And one day, I can tell him!
