AN: Gomen, if I wasn't able to update yesterday.... Waaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
So, basically, most of this chapter is told in......drumroll, please......dun...dun...dun....duuuun..... SAKURA'S POV......!!!!! XD
Anyway, I have nothing more important to say, but..... classes will resume this week (oh, the joy....-rolls eyes-), so updates will only happen about once a week....? School tends to have the ability to harrass my nerves and kill my imagination (if I have any)..... so please be patient....ne?
Oh... and my personalized replies to my wonderful, wonderful reviewers....
Ao Kudo: I'll do my best, ne?
Kawii-Neko-Neko-Chan: Arigato.... I heart your pen name....-squeals-
Fantasies-Within: You're my new best friend!!!!!!!!! (note how the author is a sucker for praises) Ooooh, genius question.... I'm sorry, if I haven't cleared that up... I'm really sorry if I caused confusion, or, anything... (EVERYONE MUST READ THIS BEFORE YOU CONTINUE ON TO THIS CHAPTER OR ELSE YOU WILL BE THROWN INTO A SEA OF CONFUSION--------- YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED) [the author is a lazy girl...he..he] No, normal people aren't allowed. But.....Syaoran got seven failed spying attempts, right? Even though those attempts failed... he still managed to establish some connections with Japan (no one can be trusted in war....), so he ended up..eto... getting himself a job as a lab assistant to.... who else can you think of..... Eriol-kun! ERIOL IS NOT A BAD GUY (no way in hell!).... He has just been fooled by one of his colleagues to think that my dear Syaoran is.... well, you know, Japanese and smart and great at science and Japanese and Japanese (need I say more?)... Of course, he doesn't use the name Syaoran... Japanese people aren't dumb, y'know. If he did use Syaoran, Sakura wouldn't have seen him handsome and alive. Instead, she would have seen him dead, bloodied, mangled, whatever you want to use to describe something that happens to a general of the enemy discovered in your territory.... You'll know the poor anime dude I stole Syaoran's Japanese name from soon.... (please be reminded that the author does not do OC's...not even names...) I'm sooooo sorry 'bout this... I hope I got it all cleared up.... -insert apologetic grin here-
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Warnings: AU, and major, major OOC's
Reminders: This is not a crossover. No matter how many characters that come from a wide variety of animes I place in this story. I simply do not like OC's. (since I'm no good in making one)
Fiction Rating: T
Summary: She will become Japan's greatest weapon, as long as she falls in love.
He is China's greatest hope, and chance of survival, until he falls victim into a power not even he, as a general of China's greatest battalion, could defeat. He is China's strongest man, until he finds himself falling in love. To his greatest enemy...
Disclaimer: I only own my CPU, monitor, computer, bed, pillows, all my school stuff, all other unnecessary stuff..... the list just goes on and on.... But I doubt CCS (and all other anime characters) will turn up in that list anytime soon...... –pouts-
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III. SNIVELS
Kyouya nodded. "I'm afraid your patient has fallen in love."
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When I sleep, I dream.
When I dream, I don't know what happens... Just that I'm lost.
I'm lost because I don't recognize those people's faces. I'm lost because I don't recognize the place at all. I'm lost, because I oddly, feel at home in my dream. Feel warm whenever I see those smiling faces. I don't feel suffocated. I don't feel scared. I don't feel anything. Nothing, but happiness.
Strange. I've never felt this way about anything before. Not when I'm with Hatori-sensei, or Tomoyo, or by myself in the gardens. I don't even dream of them. I don't dream when Tomoyo sings to me a lullaby, or when I sleep on my own, or even on those times when someone comes in and injects me with something that makes me want to sleep.
The place I dream of.... was beautiful. Breathtaking. The lab gardens can't even compare to this.
There was a mansion. A big, gleaming mansion of wonderful, blazing red, I could swear it was on fire. On some parts, red gave way to many more different hues, sometimes orange, sometimes peach, or sometimes just the plain white I get to see quite often in the lab.
All around the mansion were wonderful bushes and shrubs and stalks of many different colors. There were flowers and butterflies and birds and many other animals I have never seen before.
Then, there were the trees. Oh, those beautiful, beautiful trees. They bear the most wonderful flowers I've ever seen. Delicate as a snowflake, and as pink as Tomoyo's face whenever she gets a call from someone she calls Dr. Hiiragizawa. I see the dainty buds open slowly and whenever the wind blew..... It was like you were caught in a snow of those flimsy petals, as they circle around you, their wonderful perfume floating in the air.
I dream of people, too. Many different kinds of people. Smiling people, frowning people, angry people, crying people. But mostly, I dream of a little girl.
A smiling, beautiful, happy little girl. Her wonderful, twinkling green eyes were the best kind of green I ever saw. Her lashes were long, her skin was evenly tanned, her cheeks were the color of pink roses, her posture was refined, her grace was incomparable and her hair was a long curly wave of auburn-brown. It made me a little uneasy with myself. It was just... that she looked like me, and yet, she didn't look exactly like me. Everything about her was brighter. Better in more ways than one could count.
But every time she smiled, I feel at ease again. She made me want to smile, too. It was like her smile was a contagious medicine to all the troubles I have in my mind.
I would see her spend time with her family.
A father. A mother. A brother. Some more things she possesses that I do not. I don't have a family. That's what they told me.
The more I see her enjoying time, may it be by herself, with her family, with other people or with nature, the more I try to picture myself in the shoes of that little girl. I would see myself as the one laughing, the one being hugged. The one being loved.
A warm feeling would start to spread all over my body. A warm, happy, tingly feeling. Is this what it felt like? Is this what it feels like? Is this what you feel when you love?
Funny.... I didn't have this feeling when I'm with Tomoyo. Nor with Hatori-sensei. I don't ever remember feeling this way outside of my dream land, except for that one moment. That magical moment when someone.... When a man looked at me and smiled at me like I was special. He made me feel like I was important. His smile.... wasn't one of those empty smiles everyone in the lab gave me. It wasn't like those friendly smiles that would never reach Tomoyo's and Hatori-sensei's eyes. His smile wasn't guarded. It wasn't forced, or empty. His smile was warm. Loving.
Was he a dream, too? Was he part of this dream? If he was, then, I'd rather that I don't wake up ever again. I'd rather lose myself in this make-believe world, where everything is...... Where everything feels good and wonderful and nice.
I'd leave everything in that other world. I'd leave the lab. I'd leave Tomoyo. I'd leave Hatori-sensei. It won't be easy, but, I'll do it. I'll do it for this.
For this dream.
For my dream of a little girl.
A little girl who loved, was loved and fell in love.....
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Bright, green eyes opened to an intense, overhead light.
As the eyes adjusted, consciousness started flooding into the petite body of a certain auburn-haired girl.
"Sakura?"
A voice the girl knew all too well.
"Tomoyo," she acknowledged.
A happy shout was heard from a short distance. "Thank goodness! Thank Kami-sama! Oh, I was so worried about you! What happened?! I heard that you were in the garden the time of the accident! Are you hurt? Does any part of your body feel numb? Any broken bones? Internal bleeding? Dislocation? Fracture? Burns? If you have burns, is it in the first, second or third degree?......"
"Tomoyo... If I was hurt that badly, I'd be dead," Sakura said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"I...I guess... But what exactly did happen?"
If Sakura knew how, she'd have rolled her eyes.
"I...I was in the garden, like you told me to...you weren't there yet (at this, Tomoyo flashed a sheepish grin), but.... but I saw... a man," Sakura sighed dreamily.
Tomoyo couldn't help but notice how the subject's eyes twinkled at the mention of that man.
"He has the most dreamy eyes..."
"Sakura," Tomoyo smiled. "You've fallen in love."
As the subject gave a start, Tomoyo couldn't refrain from laughing.
"But...I..I...couldn't have... he... I.... it's... not.... I don't.... it can't.... I..... and..... I couldn't, r..right?" Stutters accompanied by blushes.
"Yup," Tomoyo nodded once. "You're in love."
"Tomoyo..." Sakura's serious tone suddenly caused a change of atmosphere in the white room. Tension suddenly started to seep in from all the corners.
Tomoyo knew that this conversation would somehow become a long one, so she seated herself in the chair beside Sakura's bed and waited for her to continue.
"H..how...can you.... What does it feel like? To love?"
Tomoyo sighed and smiled wistfully. "Honestly? I don't know."
"You don't?"
"I've never fallen in love before, Sakura. I don't know what it feels like. I don't have the slightest idea, either. It's because of the war, probably. No one can trust another long enough for them to fall in love. The same applies to me. But, I do know that there's gotta be a reason why people want it, crave for it so much."
Sakura cocked her head to the side. "And what is that?"
"Probably," Tomoyo said, smiling again. "Probably because, it's the closest thing we have to peace. It's the closest connection we have to what our world was before. A world where we still live in harmony with one another. An impossible dream, right? Peace. We'd only get that when we could use magic or other illogical things. Maybe that's another thing about love. The closest thing we have to magic."
Tears. Sakura suddenly found those salty crystals making their way down her cheeks in a pattern not discernable to someone like her. To think, she was this close, this close to forsaking the world that needed her help. That needed help to make it a better place, not only for her, but for everyone who dwells in it.
"I'm sorry," Sakura whispered, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.."
"Shhh," Tomoyo whispered, wiping Sakura's tears with a handkerchief. "Don't cry. Don't cry, Sakura. Always remember: a lady shouldn't cry. She shouldn't show her tears to anyone. For the smile of the lady is, by far, the most precious gift she could offer to the world. Her smile beats the luster of all the beautiful stones and riches and stands firm through all the tests of time."
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When Sakura calmed down enough for her to sleep, Tomoyo left.
The only trace of her being on the room was a single paper, where two words were written neatly in Japanese letters. The same elegant script filled all of Dr. Tomoyo Daidouji's notebooks, letters and documents.
Two words.
I'm sorry.
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TBC...
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I'm sorry if this chapter is crappy. Just say it..... I know it's that bad... I'm sort of having a major freak-out (OH MY GOD!!!! CLASSES RESUME TWO DAYS FROM NOW!!!) See?
So please, your comments for the improvement of the chapters are very much appreciated. I'm hoping I don't have to post something as lame as this ever again.....
Gomen nasai.... –cries-
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Blue-feathered Wings