What Miracles Are Made Of Chapter 10: Lost in Translation, a card captor sakura fanfic

AN: Ok guys, here is the next chapter. I hope you like it! (pretty simple ne?)

What Miracles are Made of – Chapter 10: "Lost in Translation"

Li Syaoran and his two cousins were still in their prestigious car, in the bustle of Tokyo packed with people doing their activities. In Harajuku, precisely.

"Hey, I've got the latest news. Tomoyo said that Sakura's on the way to the theater. It's 21 Cinema," Mei Lin told the information after she hung up.

"Well, I wonder… Is every girl in Japan like those?" Eriol pointed out to the direction of crowd large group of teenagers, most of whom had grooming in gothic and baby doll style with various paintings on their faces and hair.

"I definitely think it's freaking cool. Tokyo is a wonderful city," Mei Lin muttered as she looked at the view that afternoon.

"Eriol, I can't take it any longer. You've to drive now cause I'm getting out." Syaoran took his black cap and shades from the dashboard. It had been nearly an hour since they were trapped in a traffic jam.

"Are you out of your mind!" Mei Lin and Eriol shouted at the same time.

"You think you're less popular here in Tokyo than in London? Man, do you think the paparazzi here are less insane than those in England? And last but most important of all, do you speak Japanese?" Mei Lin asked in disbelief.

"Whatever you say. One thing for sure, I won't let my departure from Hong Kong lead to nothing," Syaoran answered and immediately got off from the driver seat.

"Well, good luck, Syao!" Eriol also got out, ready to replace Syaoran. "No need to worry, you've got your best weapons which are your sunglasses and cap! Though I can't guarantee 100 percent, since every time you're in disguise you encounter dangers!" Eriol yelled to Syaoran who was already walking, automatically getting some pedestrian's attention.

After he had been back in the car, Mei Lin snapped, "You stupid! How many people do you think there are who have a midnight blue hair, speak in British accent, and call his friend named Syao! What if someone recognized that you're Hiiragizawa Eriol? Did you think about that! Since those rumors spread, you are quite FAMOUS!" She gave him a sharp look, making him gulp.

"Well, I'm glad that I'm not as famous as you and Syaoran are."

"By the way, do you have any idea where Syaoran is going?" Mei Lin suddenly thought about that. She exchanged looks with Eriol with a lost expression. "There is no direction in this city written in English, all Kanji."

Sakura.

"There she is! The cherry blossom who's always fashionably late," Naoko exclaimed so that Chiharu, Rika, and Takashi turned their heads to the entrance of the theater building. They gawked when they saw Sakura walking on after a long time no see. She seemed to get more adorable day by day.

"Hello everyone!" Sakura said cheerfully and ran to their direction, immediately hugging them all in one blow. Her deafening voice drew all people's attention in the room. "Oh my God, I so miss you all!"

"And we you, Sakura. Hell, I'm glad you're recovered fully. It seems impossible that you've just got an accident," Rika said happily.

"Thank God, you've arrived here, safe, without any paparazzi or roughneck!" Ciharu said in relief. "It must be because of Yahiko, who always protects you." She peeped at Yahiko and winked.

"Sakura, how's Syaoran doing there?" suddenly, without a thought, SPONTANEOUSLY, Takashi asked. All the girls excluding Sakura immediately stomped at his foot. "Did I say a wrong thing?" Yes, you did! All the girls had known about the real story, about Syaoran's decision never to show himself ever again before Sakura's eyes.

"Anyways, where's Tomoyo?" Sakura asked and Naoko pointed to a corner of the room where Tomoyo was putting her phone back into her bag. Tomoyo looked at Sakura and waved as a smile formed on her lips. Too sweet… for a smile.

Hoe? What's with Tomoyo? That smile... Ha! It's peculiar! I've known her too well! That smile is too innocent! There must be something up!

And there really was. There really was a plan, the one which could grave on the world history.

Back to the journey of Li Syaoran, the world class actor, who was lost, precisely.

He saw a beauty shop which was signed 'House of Bling' in front of him and decided to drop by in order to ask for direction. He opened the door and after making sure that the room was free of reporters or bumpkins, he took off his sunglasses and cap for it was so hot outside. All the eyes were immediately, AUTOMATICALLY, on his direction. It was as if he moved in slow motion. The background which was the entrance glass door, shone brightly, glimpsed by the sunlight.

He felt like he had just pushed a button on a remote which made all the robots there drop their jaws.

"Aaarrghhhhh! What the hell are you doing to me? I'm here to have my HAIR washed, not to have my BODY cleaned!" A girl's scream was heard when the stylist misdirected the shower to her face and clothes. The girl noticed that the stylist gawked at the entrance door, and she then turned to where Syaoran was.

She screamed so loudly and awfully so that all the sound of hairdryers and music in the room couldn't contest.

Syaoran opened his mouth. "Er… I'm sorry. I don't want to disturb you or anything, but I need to ask for a direction. Anybody knows where 21 Cinema is?"

"Er… I'm sorry. I don't want to disturb you or anything, but I need to ask for your autograph. Can I, Li Syaoran?" The girl whose hair and clothes were wet, just like being hypnotized, approached Syaoran with a very horrifying look, while took out a pen and paper from her bag.

Syaoran jumped because she looked exactly like a ghost who had just sprung out from a well. "O-ohhh sure."

Suddenly, the door was bang open and a hip hop styled boy who was a magazine seller came in coolly. He bumped into Syaoran and when their faces met, he promptly pushed Syaoran's chest with his forefinger.

"Wow wow wow, who would've thought ay? I ain't expect Li Syaoran here. How's the Oscar eh? Fun? Haha, good boy, good boy." He poked Syaoran's shoulder although he had to tiptoe in order to do so. All the creatures there could only stare dumbfounded. "Hey mam, I'm sorry. I said ter ya dat I won't stop selling these craps here, ya got it?" he said to the woman in the cashier. "What's wrong wit ya people? Y'all shocked dat I speak English?" He traveled his eyes around, wondering why everyone was bewildered. "So tell me, what are ya doing here ma man?"

Syaoran was just about to answer when the wet haired girl cut in, expressionless, "He wants to know the way to 21 Cinema."

"Ooo I see… What a pity! Dun worry man, I'll tell ya." He dragged Syaoran to the glass facing the street outside. "Outta here ya juz turn rite there n then go straight along da street n ya'll find a crossroad n then ya'll turn left wait a sec its way too far man, ya better stop a taxi out there n tell da driver to drop ya at this square named Ichibiyou but ya should watch out coz I sure you ain't want some people ter do ya a snow job dude, or ya can juz get ur ass on on dat street then turn left so ya can catch the bus it'll lead ya to da spot well bout 15 minutes I s'pose."

Syaoran tried to catch up with his words because he spoke really fast. "Thank you." He smiled and poked his head, walking off. It was of course, after putting on his sunglasses and cap.

Once Syaoran stepped out from the beauty shop, the boy put up his magazines for sale. "C'mon peeps take a look at this one! Latest news! Sakura Kinomoto's just got back from London!" He sighed. "Damn dat was a nice trick, poser. These times, posers r gettin smarter. Yeah smarty pants. I admit dat dat guy's da most similar to Syaoran. Hell da stylist deserves double wows! He really looked like Li Syaoran man!" He laughed like a drain and found out that everyone was still staring at him in bewilderment. "What da hell is wrong wit ya people?"

"Boy, that guy is the REAL Syaoran, you fool! I've just asked for his autograph!" The wet haired girl showed Syaoran's signature she had just got.

It needed time, about 15 seconds, to digest what the girl had just spoken. And after he had well understood his stupidity, he immediately growled and tore up Syaoran's signature. The wet haired girl screamed hysterically, clawing his face.

Outside, not far from there, Syaoran felt that he heard some lugubrious screams. Ok now. Which one is better? Taxi? Or Bus. It's still far from here, shit. While he was thinking hard of his decision, a yellow taxi was seen speeding to his direction.

"Taxi!" Quickly, he called and made it halt.

"Konnichiwa." The driver rolled down the window, greeting.

"Do you speak English?" Syaoran asked, hoping that he wouldn't get into trouble due to lost in translation.

"Oh yes, I love you, thank you very much, how are you?" the driver said with a grin. It's clear that he couldn't speak English! Syaoran could hardly tell him the only important parts, the building which the theater was in.

"Ok, Ichibiyou square. I-CHI-BI-YOU," he said as slow and clear as possible, making the driver nod and mutter something, but surely Syaoran didn't understand what he had left out. Sighing in relief, Syaoran came into the car and sank down to the jock. The taxi sped off just to the way the magazine seller boy had directed, signaling that at least he could relax now.

"Thanks a lot, Sir. I owe you," Syaoran talked to the driver.

"I'm sorry, I'm 33 years old," was the answer, causing Syaoran to sweat drop. However, he talked as if he was sure about what he's saying. It seemed that he was positive that his English was fluent.

Suddenly, the driver opened his mouth again, but what he left out now was all Japanese. "So, young man, where did you actually come from? Well well well, looking at your appearance, you may be from China, aren't you? But why did you speak in English? Young man, I've just arrived from a country side; it's Hokkaido. So actually, this is the first day of my job! Haha!"

Syaoran could only lean back. "God, I feel like I've just flown to a different planet."

"Anyways, how old are you, young man?" The driver glanced at Syaoran through the front rear view. Noticing that he was throwing him questions, Syaoran could do nothing but grin sheepishly.

"Oh! What a shy one! Teenagers these days!" the driver shook his head as he turned the driving wheel. "You're not different at all from my brother who's studying in college now. In my family, it's only me who finally stay in Tokyo. I have four brothers. Yes, all male! To tell you the truth, young man, my father extremely wants to have a daughter. That's why I used to wear a pink skirt when I was a little, and a short one at that! Actually, my mother didn't agree that I moved to Tokyo, but well… My beloved wife wanted like hell to live in Tokyo. She told me that she was really looking forward to seeing that famous handsome actor. What's his name? O yeah, Hideaki Takizawa! Haha! Even though I've already told her that his looks are similar to mine. Well, our love… it's called a true love. I'll go wherever she goes."

"Shut up," Syaoran muttered under his breath. He covered his face in his hands, desperate.

"Huh? What did you say?" the driver didn't get it and continued. "So, that's what all about. I met my wife for the first time when she came into the wrong restroom. She should have came into the ladies' one, but she had made a mistake by entering the men's. Then, we fell in love at the first sight." Perhaps, Syaoran was lucky that he couldn't understand all of this, because if he did, he might throw up. "Now, my wife is pregnant. It's been 9 months! Can't you believe it? I've commanded her to just get a rest at home, but she's still stubborn shopping by herself. At these times, her demands are increasing. She wants to look at handsome men's picture, like photos of Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt! Even though I've told her that their looks are similar to mine! Her belly is so big now, causing me to have a heart sport every time she walks on the stairs!"

Their taxi came to a bent of road and entered a street along the pavement where women were shopping everywhere. The driver looked through the window, at a figure of a pregnant woman who's carrying her shopping bags. Suddenly, the woman fell to the ground because of contraction. Oh my! She's going to deliver her baby!

"Now, my wife will be just like that one if she's close to labor." He turned his head again to the front.

Syaoran couldn't take it anymore, he finally snickered in English, "You listen to me. I'm tired!" Before he could continue any further, the taxi stopped at a sudden, making him thrown forward.

"My God! That was my wife!" The driver hurriedly ran the car backward and got out. The people outside were panic, yelling that a woman was in labor.

Syaoran watched in disbelief when the red haired pregnant woman was carried to the jock beside him. "Dammit!" He was getting out from the car when he felt a hand pull out his hair roughly.

"Oh! Holy shit! It hurts like hell! This is all because of you that I must go through this pain! You dumbass, foolish husband! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" the wife screamed in hysteria while she cupped her big belly. The husband panicky got back to the driver seat and immediately pulled off.

"Hey hey, wait Sir! I want to get out of here!" Syaoran yelled angrily.

"Oh my! Young man, don't say that you want to get out. My wife is going to deliver our baby! MY wife!" Switched to Japanese.

"Stop right now! I've got my own business too!" Switched again to English.

"Ahhhhhhhhaaaaggggrh!" the wife screamed awfully loud. Fortunately, it didn't break the glass window. She pulled out Syaoran's hair more wildly and kicked her husband's head. "The baby's getting out! My baby's getting out!" The husband nearly hit a blind old woman who was crossing the street with her walk stick. He sped off as fast as he could to the hospital.

"Please don't pull my hair! Please! Beside I found it quite hurting, my manager will be furious if I'm hairless," Syaoran bit out to the wife who didn't hear any of his complain.

"Oh honey, just a little longer. Hold on sweet heart, hold on. We'll be there in no time." The husband glanced at the back to speak to Syaoran. "Now, young man. I suggest you to marry soon and have a child. A moment like this is so beautiful, isn't it?"

"Are you talking to me?" Syaoran could only gawk at him.

After 10 minutes of screams, claws, kicks, grips, pinches, and crashes on the road followed by honks orchestra, they arrived in front of the hospital and quickly carried the wife to the emergency room.

Without knowing why, Syaoran partook bringing the wife. And once they swept by, all the patients who were waiting for their turn immediately stood up, looking at Syaoran, who had completely forgotten his sunglasses and cap.

"Grandma! Grandma! What's wrong with you?" a girl cried after her grandmother who had a heart attack laid unconscious on the floor. "No! He killed my grandmother!"

One of the women asked enthusiastically, "Oh, has Li impregnated someone?" She peered at the figure of the actor who was running and heard vaguely a woman screaming painfully, a woman in labor. "This will be a hot gossip!"

The doctor stared down at the two men before him, one was a middle aged Japanese who was sweating and shaking, and another was a young one who's in confusion. "Mm?" He looked Syaoran up and down and felt like he had seen him before. "Right, both of you must be her family. But I can only allow one to come in, too bad. You," he pointed the driver and said, "You may wait outside. And you," now he pointed Syaoran, "the husband, please come in."

"But she's my wife!" the husband roared.

The doctor asked the wife who was panting hard, "Well, madam. Is it true that this man is your husband?"

The wife suddenly sat up and snapped, "I don't want to have a bastard like you as my husband!" Apparently, she really had hated her husband.

"Fine, fine. You two can come in." He felt sorry to see the look in the driver's face which showed like he was willing to shot his own head with a gun. The driver turned to Syaoran and smirked in satisfaction. Syaoran had no time to refuse because the operation room door was immediately closed.

"Now, you just have to relax. Relax." The doctor put his surgery sheath on his hands with a smile and played his phonograph record which bounced William Hunk's song 'She Bangs'. "Well, if you don't mind telling me, is this the first child? Second child? Third child?" he asked the wife.

"Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhh!"

All the surgery tools there were shaking due to the screeching and then the doctor laughed. "Must be the first child."

The next seconds were filled by the wife's major effort to pop out the baby.

"Yes! You're doing great, madam. Push! Push!" the doctor told while the wife broke her husband's fingers. "Good! I can see the head, but we don't know yet whether it's a boy or girl!"

"Must be a boy! I'm sure it's a boy!" the husband exclaimed happily.

"Are you positive about that?" Suddenly, the music stopped and the doctor glowered at him, just like testing someone in 'Who Wants to Be a Millionaire'.

The husband thought for a while and answered, "Er… Fifty fifty."

"Come on! Keep pushing! Madam, you can do it!" the doctor continued supporting. "Hey you! Don't just pretend to be a statue there! Calm her down or do something, would you?" he commanded poor Syaoran, who got what he meant, and hurriedly fanned the wife with his hand. "Look, a little more!"

Syaoran moved to the doctor's side and saw with his own eyes when the wife delivered the dinky body. His jaw's dropped, feeling everything around him darken, and then he passed out.

Syaoran woke up and found himself in a pink colored room. There was a group of girls and he counted, five girls. One of the girls whose hair was long and black, Syaoran recognized that she was Sakura's best friend Tomoyo, turned on the TV and played a DVD.

"Well, this is the latest film made by Warner Bros! The actor was fresh, from Hong Kong. I bet you'll love it, I know I did. The action's truly fantastic!" she said, munching pop corns.

"Wow! It really is! Your sense is the best, Tomoyo! Anyways, who's this main actor's name?" a girl with a straight brown hair and sunglasses asked curiously.

"His name is Li Syaoran," Tomoyo answered.

He saw a honey brown haired girl glued in front of the TV, her emerald eyes narrowed to the film. "Li Syaoran," she breathed.

Sakura… Syaoran whispered in his heart and realized that he was watching a fact three years before, when Sakura and her friends were still in the age of 13.

The view changed, but still in the same room. It was just… there's only a figure of Sakura, who was in front of her computer.

"Oh, I see now that his favorite ice cream is vanilla with chocolate sauce! Wow... his favorite subjects are gym and science. Mm, his shoe size? Should I know this?" She looked confused, scratching her head with a cute expression.

The view changed again. But now, what could be seen was a school yard atmosphere. He saw a good looking black haired guy standing in front of Sakura with nervousness in his eyes.

"Would you be my girlfriend?" he confessed and Sakura was simply startled. She instantly flushed hard and looked difficult to answer.

Sakura stared at the guy and without any doubt implied in her eyes, she answered, "I'm sorry, I already like someone else. I'm really sorry. Even though it's a one side love, I think I will never stop this feeling." In her eyes, there was guilt, and the guy sighed hopelessly.

Again, white overwhelmed the picture and when everything turned back into colors, he saw Sakura's room for the third time. Yet now, the atmosphere was darker than before. There was only a dim night lamp illuminating.

Sakura sighed. "It's hard to sew in this gloomy light, but there's no other option. Father would be worried if he knew I'm still up at this time." She stuffed a white teddy bear with cottons. Needles and twines were scattered over the floor.

Syaoran drew neared to her. But when he intended to touch her smiling face, his hand scratched the surface. He was… transparent.

"Will Syaoran like this teddy bear which I made myself?" Sakura wondered. "Hey, c'mon! Make Syaoran like you! You're the only thing which will connect us. Ok, from now on, your name is Kero! K-E-R-O!" She laughed in joy as she hugged it.

"Sakura!" Syaoran called her name.

But once again, the atmosphere changed. And now… what's there wasn't white, but black. A total black… He whipped around when he heard someone's footsteps.

"Who's that?" he asked and a figure started to be visible. "Who is it?"

"It's me, Syaoran."

He smiled in relief, seeing Sakura's figure drawing to him slowly. "Sakura." He approached her in a rush. But before he could step any further, she made him come to a halt.

"Stop. Don't get nearer to me," she said, looking hurt. Her voice was firm.

Syaoran stared at her, confused. "Why?"

She looked deeply into his amber eyes and said, "I don't want to be involved with you anymore."

"What?" he could hardly believe it. Those words hurt him more than anything else in this world.

"I waited for you, Syaoran. I've waited too long for you. But apparently, you left me. All the things I've done until now, I did it for you. But I can't take this anymore, Syaoran. I dreamt too high… You only sympathize." All of it was thrown by her very clearly.

Syaoran was about to bring himself one step closer, but Sakura stepped back, drawing from him. He locked eyes with her as if telling, 'you can't do this to me'. But Sakura didn't budge…

"Thank's, Syaoran. You gave me memories, even though some are the sweetest, and others are the bitter ones. Goodbye." Those were her last words before she gradually faded.

"No. No," he said in denial before everything felt like rotating in an incredible speed.

Syaoran's eyes snapped open. He found himself in the operation room. That was a ridiculous dream. After he had said farewell to Sakura and regretted it, now it's her turn to say goodbye?

"Shit! How long did I sleep?" Syaoran quickly sat up, panic overwhelming himself. He cursed under his breath and immediately got to his feet. He saw the taxi driver and his wife hugging their baby who had just been born.

"Hey hey, are you going somewhere, young man?" the driver asked, making him stop.

How the hell is it to tell him that I don't understand what he's talking about?

"Wait, please. Before you go, I have an important thing to tell you." He turned to his wife and both of them grinned. "We would like to name our son with your name. What's your name, young man?"

Suddenly, Syaoran's phone vibrated inside his pocket, and he then got a message from Eriol. It said:

Where have you been, foolish? Mei Lin and I are already in the cinema right now! You better get your ass on in here soon! Sakura and her friends are now watching the movie!

"Damn!" Syaoran said, running off through the door.

"Damn?" the driver was left open mouthed. "His name is 'Damn'?" He stared at his wife who nodded and smiled softly. "That's a nice name."

AN: LOL Sorry guys if the story is longer than you expected, but again, I feel like I can't rush the ending. I want Syaoran to reach after her with all his effort. She did everything for him, and you think he would just say 'You want me? That's good cause I want you too. Let's get together'? That would be just way too unfair. He should feel what it's like to run for the one you love!

Ok, please please please, review this story. I need suggestions, comments, and all. I wonder how the ending will be (laugh out evilly). So please just link to that little blue button down there and tell me what you think. Arigatou!