Disclaimer: The characters of CCS belong to CLAMP. The idea of this plot and this kind of future world belongs to me, Waltz Alone.
Short Summary: Syaoran gazes at me with shame and struggle. I close my eyes and pull him towards me, whispering, "It's alright…" Nothing more is said as his sharp teeth plunge into my throat, filling the air with the scent of blood…
Full Summary: Sakura is a Vampire Hunter in a future world where scientists have tampered with human DNAs to create half-humans. Five years ago, every experimental half-human broke free from the labs and cells, blending into the human population. Therefore, it is now up to the Hunters to track them down and kill them. Sakura believes it is right to hunt down vampires… until a horrifying incident awakens her from the pretence of it all – she slowly uncovers the truth behind how and why half-humans were created, and why they escaped. With fellow Hunters and half-humans hot on her tail, she sets out with her partner, Syaoran, with a goal to discover the truth and define what's right and wrong.
Genre: Romance / Drama / Action / Adventure
Author's Note: This chapter will be told from Syaoran's point of view. I guess you could consider this a "special chapter," since the rest of the story will be told from Sakura's POV… unless something comes up where I have to have Syaoran explain things... or I just suddenly want to tell the story from Syaoran's point.
And I'm sorry if I sounded irritated that people kept comparing this story to other manga, but I was pretty annoyed... I mean, I put time into developing this, and as soon as I put it up, it gets compared to already existing works… I may sound like I'm whining and being stupid, but I mean, wouldn't you be ticked off if that happened to you? It sort of throws me off and makes me want to trash this story, yet I don't because I actually like it… So please try to understand me. (sigh) I'll stop talking about this from now on, and I hope everyone else will too. Let's just enjoy this story for itself :)
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Chapter 4 - Tainted
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"Pleasure is the bait of sin."
- Anonymous
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Syaoran's POV
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I'm pathetic.
My grip tightens on Sakura's weakening body as I sink deeper into her throat. I hate to admit it, but it's wonderful. Drinking blood may sound monstrous, but the sensation of actually consuming on someone's blood is just beyond words… It's like sex – you always want more, and it feels like it's not enough, but you do have to stop at one point or another. I feel Sakura's blood quench my thirst and I open my eyes to see her pale face.
Her eyes are half-closed, glimmering in the dim lighting. I wish I can see her true eye colour; it's hidden by the stupid brown-coloured contact lens. She's sitting up on the toilet with me kneeling on the ground between her legs and biting into her throat. My fangs are draining her blood from her… I can so easily kill her right now. That thought is damn scary as hell. I don't know how long we've been in this cramped space for.
I need to stop.
I want more.
I have to stop.
It's not enough…
My leg hits the toilet painfully, causing me to flinch. That seems to knock some sense into me, and I finally tear myself away from her, breathing heavily. Sakura inhales deeply before turning on the sink, motioning for me to wipe my mouth. I do so and stand up as she washes her bloody throat, careful not to wet her clothes.
She gets up and leans heavily on me, closing her eyes from the dizziness. Guilt instantly pours into me, but I say nothing as I support her out of the cramped bathroom and down the corridor of the train. I realize that some people are whispering to one another while eyeing us with frowns or snickers. I have an urge to roll my eyes, knowing what they're thinking about us. Sakura seems to notice this too, because she meets my eyes and purses her lips very tightly as not to burst out into laughter.
We finally get back to our seats and I hand Sakura water and chocolate for her to recover. We're on the way to New York, disguised as an inconspicuous couple. We managed to sidetrack the Agents and Hunters at the edges of Indiana, where we luckily caught a train going into the Big Apple. Sakura now has black hair and brown eyes, and I have blue eyes and blond hair. I've always wanted blond hair, but I hate how neat it is. I look much cooler with my own messy hair. It's sexy, and people know it.
I smirk to myself and glance sideways at Sakura. Watching her silently eat her chocolate throws me back into depression. I can't even kill myself because of her. I'm too scared about how she's going to turn out if I died. She's going to be screwed up, even more than she used to be. She's going to have to be on the run by herself, and that will really, really screw her up. I know this because… I just know. So, suicide is out of the option. I can't make her suffer anymore.
"How long is this fricking ride," she groans, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
"I know you don't like old-fashioned transportations, but it was either this or run all the way," I smirk, "I knew we should have brought my bike along."
"That monstrous, flying thing of yours?" she scoffs, "I much prefer this to that, thanks."
I chuckle quietly and tap her head lightly, since she's still not fully recovered yet. Before long, she dozes off to sleep, resting her head against my shoulder. I carefully touch her face with my hand, noting how much weight she's lost since we left the Barastelle. We've been careful not to use money from the cards the Barastelle knows about, as to not be tracked down. As a result, we are sort of broke, since we each only have one account that they don't know about… and most of our money's in our other accounts. So, long story short, we're broke for the time being.
Money.
My family had lots of it… and I inherited every penny after the Crimson Night.
My family was rich and respected, but that had all been crushed on that night five years ago. That night was supposed to be like any other night, everyone sitting together for a quiet dinner, but instead, vampires intruded upon our home and began to kill everyone. I was sixteen. There was blood. Lots of it.
My father was the first. Then my mother. My sisters and I began to run towards the study, but by the time we got there, my older sister was the only one left by my side. It was the longest run of my life. I remember how she locked me in the hidden room beneath the floors just before the vampires found her, smiling despite her serious wounds. Now that I think about it, those wounds were probably fatal. "You have to live," she had said. You could probably imagine how I felt, being alone in the darkness and covered with my sister's blood. To top it all off, I had to sit and listen as the last of my family was brutally murdered.
It's a wonder I didn't go crazy that night. I felt so empty, so lost. I had lost my entire family in one day. Perhaps it was the eagerness to have revenge upon the murderers of my family, or maybe it was because I didn't know where else I could vent my anger on. I'm glad I didn't lose myself that night. The following day, after burying my parents and sisters, I headed off to the Barastelle, passed the tests and became a Vampire Hunter.
Now, after all these years, recalling this incident just comes with a dull pain that I've grown used to. I've overcome it. I know it's no use dwelling on the past, and if my father was here, he wouldn't have forgiven me if I was still sulking. Maybe it's just because everyone's deaths were just an unbelievable blur for me that I was able to overcome it so easily. Or maybe it's because I know that my family's sacrifice would have been in vain if I didn't live properly…
I try to imagine the looks on my parents' faces if they knew that I became a vampire. Would they just be satisfied to see me alive? Or would they grieve on what I've become? …Well, they're not here now, and Sakura's here to keep me alive, so I've got to stop thinking about my family. What's gone is gone, and I have more to worry about what's to come.
Maybe a time when I can stop hating myself for becoming a vampire will come. However, I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to forgive myself for biting into Sakura so often. I feel like I've sunk so low…
My hand lingers around Sakura's throat, examining the scar I inflicted on her. I smirk bitterly. I entered the Barastelle as a prodigy Hunter at the age of sixteen, and now, at twenty-one, I've left it as a vampire. She'll probably carry this for the rest of her life and people will talk shit about her for it. They probably are calling her all sorts of things for helping me. But then again, people have called her hurtful things before too. I lean my head against hers, sighing as I recall the time when I first met her…
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Three years ago…
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Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
I exhale deeply, deactivating my gun and glancing over to check that I've cleared every single target.
"Simulation A-3 cleared," the system calls out. I smirk. I'm probably the youngest ever to even attempt this difficult training simulation… After all, I am the prodigy Vampire Hunter, Syaoran Li… Being accepted at the age of sixteen, I'm the youngest to ever become a Hunter. Normally, kids my age would have been required to attend the Academy for a couple years before becoming a full-fledged Hunter. I'm just too talented. I've been a Vampire Hunter for two years… And two years ago was also when I lost my family to vampires on the Crimson Night.
I sigh and exit the training room, walking towards the transporter. I try to remember what I have to do today. Oh yeah, I have to break up with that girl before she comes telling me that she's pregnant or something. Honestly, she's such a hassle…
"Yo, Syaoran!" I hear Eriol call out, and I turn around to face him. "Class is starting soon. Let's go before we're late again."
"I can't believe they're making me attend the Academy when I'm a full-fledged Hunter," I grit my teeth, taking the water bottle from his hand.
"You arrogant bastard," Eriol grins, "You may be talented, but you're still only eighteen."
"One more year of this," I groan, "And no more dull classes."
We both step into the transporter and he calls out, "Barastelle Academy, room C312."
Eriol's the only real friend I've made since I entered the Barastelle. He came to become a Werewolf Hunter two years ago, and we met just after I became a Hunter. He didn't seem as impressed as other people were at my reputation, but maybe that was just because he's an airheaded freak. But then again, he's my friend because he doesn't act like I'm a god or something. He may be a freak, but he's one good friend.
As we head towards the doors someone bumps into me, and I instinctively grab the person's arm to prevent them from falling. As I meet the person's eyes, I'm a bit taken a back.
A pair of brilliant emerald eyes… glaring at me.
That can't be right.
I blink and look again. Yep. Definitely glaring. Why? I'm not touching her weirdly or anything… I take a second to examine the person before me.
A girl shorter than me by about a head… she looks like she's younger than me. Auburn hair… plain figure…
Oh well. I give her a charming smile. "Are you hurt?"
She releases herself from me without losing that coldness in her eyes. "No."
"I'm Syaoran, and you are…" I trail off, and to my greatest confusion, she turns around and heads into the room. I give an incredulous look at Eriol, who looks just as taken aback as I am. "I don't have anything on my face, do I?"
He shakes his head, then begins to laugh hysterically. "Syaoran Li, turned down! Oh my God, this is the best day of my life."
"Shut up," I smack his head, and he retaliates by kicking my leg.
We both laugh before entering the classroom.
"Syaoran! Come sit beside me!" I hear Meilin call out. Other girls seem to be giving me hopeful looks, as well. I smirk to myself. See? Every lady wants to be with me… That is, every normal lady. That green-eyed brat was not normal. Eriol and I take a seat next to each other near Tomoyo, who gives us a light wave before returning to a conversation with her neighbor, Ewan Townsend. Eriol crosses his arms, and I snicker, knowing that he's had the hots for her since he met her.
Our teacher enters the classroom and glances at the auburn-haired girl, who's standing against the wall with an expressionless face. "You must be the new student," he says before clearing his throat, "Alright, as you can see, we have a newbie in our class." Eriol gives me a smirk, and I nearly knock his glasses off. "Sakura Kinomoto, sixteen – she's Commander Kinomoto's sister," the teacher continues, "Feel free to sit wherever you wish."
Sakura, huh. Nice name. I turn on the computer and accessmy account, watching her take a seat by the windows. I ponder while waiting for my files to load. Commander Kinomoto's sister… I wonder how good she is. I smirk. Not as good as me, that's for sure.
The class passes by fairly quickly, and Sakura exits as soon as the bell rings. Eriol glances at me, "I assume you're going to chase after her?"
"You know me too well," I grin, "I'll meet you at the cafeteria later."
Imagine my surprise when I finally find Sakura in the courtyard… only to catch her smoking.
Holy shit.
I clear my throat before approaching her. "Does your brother know about this?"
She gives me a dirty look that reads, "If you tell him I'll kill you."
"I'll take that as a no," I sigh before taking the cigarette from her lip and bringing it to my own. She stares at me as if I've just flashed her. "Why do you act as if you hate me?"
Sakura breaks away from my eyes and mutters, "I don't even know you. How can I hate you?"
I give her a small smirk. I knew she couldn't hate me. "I'm Syaoran Li," I hand back her smoke.
Her eyebrows arch up. "Oh, I've heard about you," she says before taking a drag.
That's it? That's a disappointing reaction… Yet somehow, I expected it. I casually put an arm around her, and she doesn't seem to mind. More like, she doesn't seem to care at all, which is just a bit unnerving. "Do you want to come for a drink with my friends and me tonight?"
She looks straight at me. "Are you hitting on me?"
"Maybe," I smirk.
A blinding pain. I double over, clutching my stomach. Did she just…
"Did you just punch me?" I ask incredulously.
"Maybe," she returns the smirk.
I watch with an open mouth as she throws out her cigarette. Then I begin to laugh. She turns to look at me, cocking her head to the side in confusion. "Sorry," I cough, grinning, "So, tonight at eight, in front of the main gates?"
"Fine, fine," she says before making her way towards the cafeteria.
"Do you want me to show you around?" I call before her.
"You're pushing your luck," she gives a careful smile.
I go after her and smack her in the back of the head.
"What was that for?" she covers her head, looking at me in alarm.
"Eye for eye, tooth for tooth," I wink and run, before she can beat me to death. She looks like she's capable of it. And then I begin to laugh.
She's definitely different… and interesting.
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End of flashback
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That was my first encounter with Sakura. I smile upon recalling it. That night, she surprisingly agreed to ride on the back of my infamous motorcycle, although she complained immensely afterwards and slapped me across the forehead. She was a damn good drinker… she sparked her unspoken rivalry with Meilin that night, became acquainted with Eriol and shockingly became friends with Tomoyo. It was unexpected, but Tomoyo had always had really good people skills. I'm guessing that night was the first time Sakura spent time with people after she lost her parents.
Our days together at the Academy were enjoyable… and we were constantly hitting each other and talking as if we were brothers. It was weird but natural; we just comfortably acted that way towards each other. We still do, if you haven't noticed. It didn't take long for me to question her about her smoking and drinking, and I remember she broke down, spilling out everything about herself. She had been at her limit for quite some time. She cried about her insecurities, not being able to trust anyone after her parents went missing on the Crimson Night, not being able to rely on her brother, everything. And I realized that she had every reason to be cold and bitter towards everything. She was only fourteen when she lost everything, younger than me.
We had a long talk after that. I perfectly understood her pain and her feelings, and I wanted her to be free of it. She also sort of made me grow up a bit as I confided in her. Her eyes were wide and vulnerable as I told her about my own past, telling her how I overcame it and such. I told her that her Sweet Sixteen only came once, and she should be enjoying it instead of being resentful, or it would be an insult to her parents' memories. She seemed to realize that it was no good to sulk for something that had already come and gone. To dwell on the past meant to not be able to move on, and she didn't want that. Slowly, Sakura began to break out of her shell. She stopped smoking and drinking. Anyhow, she recovered to how she is now, and we developed a strong relationship over the years. I trained her ruthlessly and chose her to be my partner when we graduated, and we instantly became the most celebrated Vampire Hunter pair in the Barastelle. We've been through a lot together.
Our relationship is complex – we've both had quite an impact on each other's lives, and we're quite comfortable with one another… We basically know everything about each other, and it's almost as if we're brother and sister… or rather, just brothers, since Sakura is not really a typical sister… I'm quite happy with how we are now. It's special because I'll probably never meet another person like her, and I can't think about not having her in my life. It's also quite weird, because if we married or something, I'm sure we could be the best couple ever.
I grin silently, trying to picture Sakura as my wife. What a sight that will be. I glance at her, touching her face. But it won't be that bad. In fact, it won't be bad at all. Although I'm pretty sure that if I even tried flirting with her, I'd end up being hospitalized or something. Still, I actually can't stand the thought of Sakura being with another guy, since I know that no one will know her or care for her as I do. And whenever I come across a guy trying to hit on Sakura, I come very close to beating the shit out of them. She also hates it when I flirt with girls. Maybe it's like we both have a brother/sister complex in a way... or maybe just sheer jealousy. It's unexplainable, yet it makes total sense to me.
My eyes fall upon her throat, and I feel a thumping inside my chest as I subconsciously approach it. My lips brush against her neck, and my mouth opens to consume on her once more…
Fuck. I nearly lost it again.
I can't do this to her when she's sleeping. That's just degrading. I brush her hair away from her face before sinking deeply into my seat, observing her as she sleeps soundly. Sighing, I carefully place her in a more comfortable position, resting her head on my lap.
I don't deserve to even think about having her as mine. She deserves better. She deserves to be with a normal human. I smirk bitterly as I realize that I'm not entirely human anymore. I'm a half-human. The same kind that killed my family, Sakura's parents, and bit me and damned me into this. I shake these dreadful thoughts away from my mind, focusing on Sakura's carefree face.
A smile creeps onto my face in spite of myself. I need to protect her. She's sacrificed everything in order to save my life and maintain it. She may argue that I've also saved her from becoming a depressed, angry druggie, but I need to protect her from everything… including myself.
I'm only staying alive for her sake, anyways.
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Chapter 4 – Tainted– End –
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Ahh… so you got a taste of Syaoran's past and Sakura's rebellious stage... and how Syaoran feels about everything.
And I realized I made a math mistake... I said that Sakura and Syaoran knew each other for about three years... but that sounded weird, and I actually spent about ten minutes trying to figure out why... and then I realized that I made the Crimson Night happen FIVE years ago, and I sort of screwed up Sakura and Syaoran's age difference in the flashback, so I had to go back and change them... Well, in the end it still turned out that Sakura and Syaoran knew each other for three years. So I nearly made a bad calculations mistake in this chapter... sorry... Although I don't think it's that big of a deal, since I fixed it... Math is not my strongest subject. Anyways... I'm glad I sorted that out, because I knew something was wrong. (phew)
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