We Were Written
Chapter Ten: Concise Words of a Free but Imprisoned Man
a/n: College and work equals a very tired author. So...this is another short chapter. I am sorry. By the way, there are about three, maybe four chapters left...oh my! So soon, the ending!
Thank you Twilight Kisses for the beta work. There were a few more than usual cause I wrote this chapter primarily at work. Oh, what a good employee I am...
"Your sister...?" Syaoran fell down to the floor, unable to support himself.
Touya, too, fell to the ground, his face buried in his hands. Syaoran could see him shaking violently, as deduced that he was crying. It must have been such a shock to him as well. To have finally found the younger sister that he has been separated from for so long was all too much. After some time, Syaoran heard him laugh, almost in relief.
"She's alright...that little monster is alright," he said with tears dried up on his face. "All this time, I've wondered and prayed...but she is really alright..."
Syaoran shifted uncomfortably, not knowing how to properly approach him know. Touya looked at him expectantly.
"What is she like, my sister?"
"Pardon?"
"Sakura, what is she like? How long have you known her? Please, I lost her when she was still so little. Please, tell me more about her; what is she like?" Touya pleaded, his eyes that of a child. Syaoran smiled weakly, feeling overwhelmed himself. Yet, Touya was a man to whom he owed his life to. He was his brother-in-law.
"She...she's special...Sakura," Syaoran spoke slowly, missing his wife and family even more. He wondered if she was worried at his lack of letters. He wondered what the military has informed her of. He wanted to be able to tell her that he was alright, and that they would be reunited when this all ended.
"That little monster was always someone special. She shone brightly...like my late mother. How long have you known her?"
Syaoran laughed. "Longer than I've been alive. We met when we were both ten years old. Mere children." his mind wandered to the fateful day so long ago, when she was the "prisoner" in that game she played with Daidouji. Her large eyes looking at him with acceptance.
"You're Chinese...how did you two even meet?" Touya asked, but not as insult, but more of incredibility. At this time, it was rare to hear of an interracial relationship.
"Many things have happened that brought us together. I believe it was fate. I cannot explain it properly, but I believe fate led us to each other."
"The way fate has led you to me, so that I can finally see my sister...tell me, when did you love her?" the elder man stood up from his position. Syaoran smiled.
"Since our first meeting." he turned to look at his newly acquired family member, grinning a bit cheekily. "You are my brother-in-law."
Touya glared with a smirk. "That's true, isn't it. Don't get too comfortable, brat. I have yet to decide if you're even good enough for my little sister."
Syaoran had held back his mirth. He felt a surge of happiness, because now he felt that his getting captured was meant to be. For some time, he hated that he was in war, that he had to fight. But his father's words echoed in his mind, and fate worked truly in mysterious ways. From the corner of his eye, he saw Touya clear his throat and face him properly.
"I want Sakura to know of me...and our father."
He was finally allowed to write to her.
Touya had told him that he would conceal it, send it to his wife, and his wife would send the letter to Sakura. Touya warned him to be very careful either way, keep it as short and concise as possible, and to write in Japanese rather that his own language, which is what Syaoran tended to do at times.
My beloved,
I am well. Forgive me for not writing but lately I have been overwhelmed by events.
I am with your brother, who is taking good care of me. He is also very worried about you. He says your father is waiting to see you again. The restaurant is doing moderately well in Nagasaki.
Forever yours,
Syaoran
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Sakura was an intelligent woman. She was also instructed to be very careful in her words.
To my dear husband,
I was worried. Words cannot describe how elated I am. Your son is doing well. He looks so much like you.
My eldest brother? Truly, are you sure he is my brother? I have not seen him in so long; I have forgotten what his face is like?
As for my father...I am not so sure if I want to see him. We parted in unfavorable terms.
I miss you.
Forever yours,
Sakura
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To my lovely wife,
My son looks like me? Is he so handsome? You forget, beloved, that he has your eyes. Has he spoken much?
Your brother has a good face, very sharp and striking. I can see the resemblance.
Your father is very sorry. He felt as though there were no other choice. He misses you, and wants to properly speak with you.
He is family.
I miss you more than you could ever know.
Your wolf
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To my husband, who is missed and loved,
I admit to be curious to see my father, but I may be too weak for it.
He has my eyes, but our son has your gaze. I feel sorry for the women who stare into him. They have very little fighting chance.
Your blossom
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To my wife, who is always in my thoughts,
You are far stronger than you give yourself credit for.
Are you sure they have no fighting chance. It took me some time before you fell for me.
Your still love-stricken husband
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To my wolf, who has always been with me,
Then I wish to see him as soon as possible. Our son will be in the care of mother-in-law and sisters-in-law.
You are wrong. I was just very good at hiding it.
Your wife, who is still very much in love with you
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To my love,
Be safe.
I love you.
Syaoran
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To my other half,
Come back.
I love you.
Sakura.
Sakura had left China to Nagasaki Late July of 1945.
a/n: Yes, I'm ending it ? Because I can. Mwa. Ha. Ha.
Fun fact: my birthday is a historical day in Nagasaki.