Addiction 13: The Reign of the Dark Ones

I've tried to keep the sexual content to a minimum and only where needed to show character and develop conflict. Please take the M rating seriously.

This became a monster chapter, broken into three already as my generous, wonderful betas helped me piece together the story. Without them (beaucoup riant and MikoKagome1113) this chapter, this story would be nothing.

Author's notes below; just post me a review if you have questions.

Previously:

Sakura wept inside her mind. She could feel herself being torn apart in her head; something frightening was taking shape in her mind, and it scared her. Her own presence was being forced back, into the prison of her mind, and someone else was there, someone dark and angry and hate-filled.

The only thing that consoled her was the presence of her mother. Though she could not see Nadeshiko Kinomoto, she could feel the love and consolation her mother was somehow offering through the pain and humiliation of what Xiaolang was doing to her.

It suddenly became clear to her what had happened when she glimpsed into Xiaolang's soul as he entered her again. She saw the real him, trapped and unable to speak.

"Xiaolang-san!" She ran to him in the formless world that was in their heads; the union of their bodies had allowed them to meet.

The trapped Xiaolang turned away in shame, his eyes filling with tears. He prostrated himself before her, wordlessly offering apologies, promising reparation.

Sakura touched his arm and he looked at her.

"He did this to you, didn't he?" Sakura said. "That other you? Because… he keeps pretending he's Syaoran." She could think clearly now, and away from Xiaolang's caresses, she could see what was happening.

"I must stop it! Help me!"

The trapped Xiaolang nodded, and beckoned with his head. Since he could not talk, he pressed his forehead to hers, quickly pouring out what he had seen and observed as he was trapped. Sakura gasped as the images began rolling through her mind. How Xiaolang had been trapped by his father. How Eriol was now a prisoner in the Reed fortress of Kuroyama. How the Dark Xiaolang had manipulated Syaoran's love for her to force him to reject her, and how poor Meilin's soul was slowly being destroyed by Dark Xiaolang and his father.

They had all been fooled and used.

"NO!" Sakura screamed. "I WON'T LET HIM DO THIS TO US!" She stood up and cast about for her staff, furious and ready to fight. A blinding light radiated from her, chasing away the shadows.

Then the trapped Xiaolang's eyes widened and he tried to warn Sakura by nodding his head. Before she could react, Sakura found herself smacked into the trapped Xiaolang. Cruel hands grabbed her hair and bound her arms and feet just as Xiaolang's own limbs were bound. Then she was dragged away and dumped unceremoniously in an area far from Xiaolang.

Sakura looked up. The dark, twisted version of her was smirking.

"I am going to enjoy your life," she laughed, a high and coldly mirthless laugh, "Card Mistress." She turned to walk away, then turned back.

"Oh," and she slapped Sakura so hard, Sakura saw stars. "That's for being such a stupid innocent idiot. That time is over. I'm going to use your beautiful little body to whore myself to Xiaolang… soon my husband, and yours. And then…" and she bent down to whisper in Sakura's ear, "I'll make Syaoran pay for what he did to us."

Addiction 13: The Reign of the Dark Ones

Syaoran's wind spell rushed him past cottages and small villages, the wind lashing at his eyes, making them sting as he flew. He was determined to find Sakura, although what he would say when he did see her, he had no idea. What could he say after what he'd done to her?

He knew one thing though: he would not stop until he had paid for his atrocious mistake. How, he did not know but he would not give up, not even if it took the rest of his life. He now understood how badly he had been manipulated, how foolish he had been… and how sorry he was that he had allowed his pride in 'protecting Sakura, doing what's best for her' take over his common sense.

The trail of magic suddenly grew stronger and he detected the remnants of its use; for a brief moment he could feel the surge of energy that meant several Cards being used, all at the same time. Danger! Syaoran almost cried out as he rushed towards the source of the magic; only Sakura could use the Cards, and he feared for her wellbeing if she allowed herself to be drained by the use of too many Cards. It was something he'd warned her about in the past; magic, after all, had to feed on something, and the only person who could feed the Clow Cards was Sakura herself.

No! If they weakened her enough, she might become susceptible to other influences. Syaoran remembered Kaho Mizuki's warnings about the Shot scroll, and what little he had learned of it in the scant time he'd had before he'd had to set out to find and save Sakura was that if she was too weak to fight the spell, terrible things could happen.

She might even die, if she were weak enough and the magic use drained her to that point, and Syaoran's blood ran cold when he realized that what he had done to Sakura—confused and hurt her just the night before—might have left her vulnerable to the Shot.

I cannot let her die or be hurt because of my stupidity! He raged at himself. Syaoran shot through the door of a small inn where the magic was strongest, and demanded of the frightened elderly owner, "Have a man and a woman entered in the past few hours? The woman would be unconscious."

Quivering in fear at the sight of an angry noble, the old man reported seeing someone fitting Sakura's description being carried into a room by someone who looked like Eriol. "S-second floor, room at end of c-c-corrid-dor, master, b-best r-room in t…"

Syaoran didn't wait for him to finish; he put on a burst of speed and tore up the stairs, dashing towards the room described. But all of a sudden, he got lost in Maze, which sprang up in front of him.

"Let me through, Sakura's in danger!" he pleaded.

Nothing happened, and Syaoran summoned his sword, preparing to tear through Maze when all of a sudden, it faded. Then other Clow Cards rushed past him, mindless with fear and in their original forms. What in the nether world had happened?

He continued moving towards the door where the magic was strongest, But the Cards ran wildly before him in their true forms, and Syaoran had to stop to avoid their frantic lurching. One by one they collapsed and he stared in horror as they shimmered, halfway between being cards and being in their true forms. He was horrified to realize that they had been stripped of energy somehow and were in danger of disappearing completely.

Such drainage on the Cards' energy could only have been accomplished through dark magic, the kind Syaoran feared because it could consume the user utterly. He had been warned about a distant grand-uncle who had lived in Clow Reed's time, Li Kuroshi, who had used dark magic to claim the woman he wanted, who had been promised to another.

Kuroshi had attained such power that even his appearance was altered, the entire orb of his eye going black. Then the woman he loved had died; the strain of the spell that had been used to force her to fall in love with him had destroyed her from within. His grief drove the already unbalanced man insane, and it had taken the combined forces of Clow Reed, his longtime partner the Dimensional Witch Yuuko Ichihara, and the entire Li clan to bring the mad mage down. The horror of what had happened still haunted the Lis over two hundred years later.

And that was a good reason why Syaoran preferred to work with natural magic; Syaoran did not want ultimate power, not after his mother Yelan's many warnings—although the prospect was, truthfully, very tempting.

But it was not worth losing his life and identity over; that was the price users of dark magic ultimately paid, as Karoshi's example made terrifyingly clear. They lost themselves as the darkest parts of their being came to the fore and utterly consumed the good parts of who they were. This was why Li costumes and clan insignia—Syaoran's sword included—carried the yin yang symbol: it was a grim reminder to never lose the self, to always strike a balance between the self and the darkness within.

Just as Syaoran neared the door after he'd maneuvered past several afficted Cards, something white and ethereally beautiful drew up in front of him and called his name. Warily, he put up his sword and assumed a fighting stance.

"Li Syaoran," called a soft, musical woman's voice.

Syaoran immediately realized it was a card: the Light card, one of the strongest Cards. He dropped the sword.

"Why?" was all he was able to say.

"Syaoran. Only you can save Sakura from herself now," it said sorrowfully.

From herself? Syaoran's brow knitted; he could ask what she meant later. "Where is she?"

"Where even you cannot follow," Light said softly.

His insides seized with fear, and Syaoran probed for Sakura's aura. Ah, there it was. She was still alive then. What was the Card trying to say?

Her sorrowful expression scared Syaoran in a way he'd never felt in his life before, a feeling made worse by knowing that he was at the root of this storm, that he was at fault.

"In a sense you are too late," Light said. "But if you can work with Sakura to save her—all of her—then you will succeed. It will not be easy; it will take everything you have, and you may even lose your life. Will you still undertake this?"

"I will!" Syaoran cried out. "I love her!"

"As she does you. It was the love in her heart that allowed me to live inside her," the Card said gently. "But I had to leave her because Light cannot live in the same place as the darkness that has torn her soul apart. The Dark Card itself has been corrupted and it threatens to engulf Sakura completely. This we cannot have."

"What's happened to her?" Syaoran almost screamed.

"She has saved her own life, but at a terrible cost," Light said sadly. "Go find her. And do not forget: love is born from hope." She faded, and Syaoran was stunned when she entered his chest. He felt dizzy for a while, then when he righted himself against the wall, he could feel the reassuring presence of the Card inside him.

The Card… It used to live in Sakura, Syaoran thought quickly as he tried the door behind which he could sense Sakura's aura. As he used his magic to break the door, he puzzled out what the Card had said. Work with Sakura to save her—all of her… I had to leave her because Light cannot live in the same place as darkness. Sakura saving her own life at a terrible cost. Does it mean she has somehow been taken over by something or someone?

Fear lanced through him, along with pain. It was his fault; he had pushed her into this, and her disappearance was his responsibility. Syaoran smacked into a barrier blocking access to the last door, and he immediately wielded his sword to tear through it, violently shaking the entire floor with the force of his bows.

Just past the door, as he broke through the first set of barriers, he could hear Sakura moaning. The moans were throaty, and answering moans came from a male voice.

Xiaolang! Syaoran thought angrily. He was raping Sakura! Syaoran rushed to break the next set of barriers, working frantically to break through. He fumbled the magic in his haste; cursing himself he forced himself to focus so he could save Sakura, preparing himself for what he might see, swallowing his anger so that he could kill Xiaolang if necessary.

What he would find would nearly shatter him, though.

There! The barrier broke and with a loud yell, Syaoran smashed through the door. He raised his sword, then backed up in horror as he saw Sakura under Xiaolang. Both were naked, and Xiaolang was clearly inside Sakura, his hips thrusting hard into hers.

And Sakura—though he could not see her full expression as her eyes were closed—was moaning, caressing herself, greedily grabbing at Xiaolang's face to force him to kiss her, then guiding him to her breasts, begging, "More, please, more… I can't get enough of you… Fuck me, please!" as her hips slammed back into Xiaolang's.

They're rutting like animals. Syaoran stared, unable to move as a white-hot rage spread through him. His grip tightened to the point of pain on his sword, and he bit his lip so hard, he drew blood. But he could not find his voice; he watched, aghast, as Xiaolang fucked Sakura; while it didn't look like rape, there was no other word for the… fucking they were engaging in. Xiaolang was fondling one breast and licking the other as he thrust into Sakura, who had her hands on his buttocks and was urging him to thrust harder into her, her normally sweet voice gravelly and rough with lust.

No… It can't be… What does the Shot do again?

But he could not answer his own question; his mind had gone blank in his fury. Syaoran was unable to tear his eyes away from what he was seeing and hearing. Sakura was screaming obscenities in a strange voice, bidding Xiaolang to do unspeakable things to her. Syaoran had never seen such an expression of violent, greedy ecstasy on Sakura's face; when he had made love to her, she had a sweet, beautiful expression of loving joy.

But this… This was animal-like, and almost frightening; Sakura was biting her lip, gasping as Xiaolang groaned thrust harder into her. Xiaolang was kissing Sakura fiercely, telling her he loved her in gasps of "Ying Fa, my love, my Ying Fa!" Sakura answered in grunts and incoherent noises, never once calling Xiaolang's name.

Both reached a climax simultaneously; Sakura raked her nails over Xiaolang's back, raising welts that bled, and screamed her love for him as she reached an orgasm; Xiaolang pulled out and spilled his seed over her stomach, then collapsed, panting, on top of her. She began to kiss him, and he smiled.

"Once more, my love?" he asked as he stroked her hair. "How greedy you are."

"Yes, oh yes!" Sakura, though sweaty and clearly exhausted, dropped her head to Xiaolang's manhood, and began to lick and suck at him. "Even if I die loving you!"

There it was. The voice… It was not Sakura's voice at all. It was hard and rough and a stranger's voice.

This is some witchery! Syaoran thought. She would never do this with him!

The Shot! Syaoran finally remembered Kaho and Yue's warnings. A spell to be used on virgins, to create false love, to make the victim a sexual addict of the caster.

A spell that would eventually kill her.

"Get off her!" Syaoran screamed when he finally found his voice. He began a fire attack aimed at Xiaolang. "Kashin shourai!"

He was stopped when Sakura, without missing a beat, cast a shield. Without looking at him, she said in a cold, hard voice, "Welcome, Li Syaoran-sama. We've been expecting you."

We? Syaoran touched the shield; not even with his magic could he penetrate it. Who is we?

Sakura calmly kept the shield up, her naked back to Syaoran as she watched Xiaolang, who was likewise smirking, standing up from the bed. Syaoran nearly retched; he could see the evidence of Xiaolang's violent lovemaking all over her body in the form of love bites, bruises of passion, and Xiaolang's sperm between her thighs, where it mixed with the blood of her lost innocence.

Voices began whispering in Syaoran's ears, filling his head with taunts, echoing his cruel words to Sakura just the other night. And one undeniable thought: You pushed her into this. This is your fault!

"Come now, cousin," Xiaolang taunted. "Does the sight of my lovely wife-to-be, covered with my seed, bother you? Then when she is pregnant, perhaps you will turn your eyes away even more. I after all filled her with my sperm tonight." He openly touched her thighs, sliding his finger between her labia as she moaned in ecstasy. "See how she responds to me? You're too late. She's mine now." He held up his fingers, sticky with his seed and her blood. "I was her first."

"You would never have had a chance with her if not for your machinations," Syaoran snarled.

"Oh darling Xiaolang," Sakura purred as she walked, naked, to the edge of the shield, "I think Syaoran is jealous." She looked straight into Syaoran's eyes and smiled.

Syaoran gaped. Sakura's eyes… They were soulless eyes, black instead of the usual green.

No.

No!

The Sakura he knew and loved was not there.

"You're not Sakura," Syaoran said, recoiling. "Who… are you?"

"You ask me who I am?" Rage filled the dark eyes, and she moved to the edge of the shield, glaring at Syaoran. "How dare you, when I came into being because of you!"

"You… can't be Sakura…" Syaoran's voice was uncertain, and he stared at her. "Are you?"

Somewhere behind Sakura, Xiaolang laughed cruelly.

"But I am. I have all her memories," she said tauntingly. "Would you like me to tell you exactly what you said to me when you got rid of me earlier?" Word for word, her tone down pat, she told him his lies, and Syaoran flinched with each word denying his love for Sakura.

He backed up. He needed to talk to someone who could tell him what to do in the face of this new Sakura, whose presence was similar to that of the Sakura he loved, but who was dark and different.

"Aren't you proud of your handiwork?" Sakura taunted. "Look at me! I belong to Xiaolang now, body, heart, and soul. After all, you told me to go to him. Since I wasn't good enough for you, why, it was but natural for me to look for the one who wanted me. Needed me."

Xiaolang kissed her, not bothering to hide his tongue sliding into her mouth nor how he lewdly ground his hips into her body. "Do rest, my darling Ying Fa. I've words for this idiot."

"Return to me," Sakura pleaded.

"Sakura?" Syaoran said softly, as the beginnings of a realization stirred in him."

"Don't. Call. Me. That!" she hissed. "My name… is Ying Fa." But her anger took something out of her; she wavered, and when she began to slide to the floor, Xiaolang caught her.

"I will always come back to you, Ying Fa. But do lie down; you haven't rested and I've taken you five… no, six times already," Xiaolang aimed a sneer at Syaoran as he said this, and Syaoran flinched, clenching his fists in anger. How dare he gloat about that?

"Sleep for now, my love." Xiaolang passed his hand over Sakura's eyes, and she fell limply into his arms. With a strange tenderness, he carried her to the bed and laid her down, smoothing her hair back on the pillow. Then without bothering to dress, he walked to the edge of the shield, his nose mere millimeters away from Syaoran's. He smirked, and Syaoran noticed that his eyes were black instead of their usual mismatched blue and brown.

"Xiaolang?" Syaoran whispered.

Xiaolang laughed. "Unlike my darling Ying Fa I need not give myself another name. I am, after all, the true Xiaolang."

"What in hell is going on?" Syaoran demanded.

Then he felt it. Tainted auras.

He had ignored it in his fury over seeing Sakura and Xiaolang fucking, but now the corruption, the dark magic in their auras reached out to him, and Syaoran recoiled.

"What have you done?" Syaoran fought the urge to cast a shield of his own. "Your aura…"

"Power, dear cousin," Xiaolang smiled, a feral, cruel smile. "What you cowardly Lis fear. True power. My weak self was terrified of it… he even fought your lovely cousin Meilin when he realized what Meilin was giving him. But that other self," and Xiaolang tapped his forehead mockingly, "I have in here. I'll get rid of him soon."

Syaoran's jaws worked up and down then he rasped, "Abomination. You are a travesty of magic!"

"Me? Are you forgetting that if it had not been for you, none of this would be happening?" Xiaolang rounded on Syaoran, prevented from standing nose to nose with him by Sakura's shield. "You and your stupid friends bullied her on her arrival at Shiroihana. You intended to use her… ah, yes, I can see it on your face, don't deny it! You wanted power as well but you fell in love. You hurt Meilin and her pain was the gate through which my father entered to control her. She gave my weak self The Shot, and now," he spread his arms mockingly, not caring that he was completely naked in front of Syaoran, "now I am here. I ought to thank you, then, for all this was set into motion… by you."

Syaoran lost an entire lifetime's worth of training as there was a grain of truth in what Xiaolang had said, and he lashed out with his sword at an unarmed Xiaolang. His blade clanged against the barrier though, and he lost his grip on the sword, which flew across the room and struck the wall.

"Such is the power of this beautiful woman," Xiaolang said as he touched the shield in front of Syoran. "See how it stays in place even though she is asleep?"

"The magic will continue to drain her," Syaoran snarled. "How can you say you're letting her rest when this shield protects you using her power? You utter, absolute coward!"

"You know what they say about sticks and stones and words never hurting me," Xiaolang shrugged. Syaoran was itching to destroy the shield; he knew how Sakura cast it, and could destroy it with a spell, but doing so meant he would be forcing the sleeping Sakura to draw on powers which he could see were already exhausted. He couldn't bear to do it to her, and so he glared at Xiaolang.

Syaoran had never felt such hate in his life. "There was no way she came with you willingly," he said quietly. "I know you entered Shiroihana posing as Eriol. Where is Eriol and what have you done to him?"

"He is safe," Xiaolang shrugged.

"You tricked Sakura into going with you when you assumed Eriol's form, didn't you?" Syaoran said. "You took advantage of her. Shameless bastard!"

"And you're any better?" Xiaolang raised both his brows. "You destroyed her last night when you rejected her. I must commend you on your acting; when I suggested it to you, you played along like a little puppet on a string."

If glares could kill, Xiaolang thought in amusement, Syaoran's red-hot glare would have incinerated him by now.

"You were such a fool, cousin," he continued in a low, mocking voice aimed at riling Syaoran. "How easy was it for me to control you, to make you walk away from this girl?"

"I love Sakura!" Syaoran yelled, and he smashed his fists on the shield. "You bastard! What have you done to her?"

Without flinching at Syaoran's rare display of temper, Xiaolang grinned, a malevolent, gloating smile. "Loved her. Bound her to me. That you easily agreed to my, ah, suggestions…"

"You manipulated me! You used my trust in Eriol!"

Xiaolang laughed at the agony in Syaoran's voice. "But dear cousin, you never thought to ask yourself why Eriol's aura was wrong, did you? You let yourself be fooled. Why, you never even once fought for Sakura. You said nothing about, 'oh Eriol, what if I stayed by her side? What if I defied the fates and showed them I will never leave her?' You did not. And so it means you do not love her enough."

"That doesn't change that you manipulated me. I thought I was doing what was best for her," Syaoran's voice was barely audible.

"No, you were doing what was best for you," Xiaolang sneered.

Syaoran seemed to collapse into himself; his shoulders were lowered and he cast his eyes to the ground. Then after a while, he raised his head and said, "That's not true. All I thought of was her."

Xiaolang's laugh was harsh and cruel. "You keep telling yourself that, cousin dearest. I thought of Sakura when I subdued the weak part of me. I thought of her power and how she limits herself due to her shyness. I thought of Sakura, Card Mistress, as the Empress of Japan. But you… all you thought of was making her your wife." He threw his head back and laughed again. "Your wife! How pathetic! What a tiny world you were going to box her into! You say you love her? You're wrong, Syaoran, and let me tell you why. I would join her power to mine and hand her Japan, then the rest of the world."

"You're mad," Syaoran said.

"On the contrary. I too love Sakura, and more than you, I daresay."

"If you loved her you never would have tricked her! You would have wooed her!"

Xiaolang chuckled. "Poor, poor, provincial-minded Syaoran. Allow me to enlighten you. I, too, think of what is best for her. Power attracts power, you see, and her power can change the world as we know it. As your wife, what could she have done? Even as lord of Hong Kong, you are nothing, a mere dot in the pages of history. With me, she will be history. She will change the course of Western fortunes. Do you not see how they are poised to take over the world with their guns and their armies? My power married to hers means we can decimate them in a heartbeat. I would give her the world, and make her name immortal, ranked with those of the gods. Can you even give anything like that to her?"

"I was searching for her family. Did it ever occur to you to ask her if she wanted this?"

"Her family?" Xiaolang snorted. "I have them, at Shiroihana."

"Then why did you not unite them?" Syaoran pounded on the shield. "She wanted that more than anything else in the world!"

"Why, did you ask her if she wanted you to protect her when you abandoned her?" Xiaolang sneered. "No, you merely thought you would do what was best for her. I, however, acted and secured everything she needs for her life with me. Her father and brother are safe in our stronghold. Unlike you, I actually did something and acted in her best interests!"

"You're wrong!" Syaoran yelled back.

What Xiaolang was to say was interrupted when Sakura stirred. He and Syaoran had been arguing for hours, and she had rested.

"Hold that thought, dear cousin. My love must be attended to first." He turned his back on Syaoran and went to the bed.

A groggy Sakura opened her eyes and sat up. "Where am I?"

Syaoran gasped. Her eyes were green instead of black.

"Syaoran? Is that you?" she asked as she squinted in the darkness at Xiaolang.

Damn it, Xiaolang thought, she takes over when freshly awakened. He turned his back so Syaoran would not see what he was doing, and cast the glamour on his eyes and hair again so that he would look like Syaoran.

"There, there. Are you all right?"

"Oh." Sakura looked up at who she believed was Syaoran. "I had the most awful dream and my body hurts." She winced and hugged herself. "Why am I naked?"

Xiaolang took her into his arms. "It's all right. Let the other wake within you, my darling Ying Fa."

Despite the muzziness she felt, Sakura asked, "Syaoran? Why are you calling me that?"

Syaoran blinked. Did she just call Xiaolang by my name?

"Are you scared, my sweet Ying Fa?" Xiaolang called the other Sakura's name to wake her.

"Why are you calling me that? Syaoran, you're scaring me… And why do I have a shield up?" Sakura asked. She dropped the magic, and Syaoran felt it. "That was tiring."

That was definitely my name! Syaoran screamed, "That's not me, Sakura! I'm here! That's Xiaolang!"

End of Chapter

(Preview of Chapter 14 below)

Author's Notes

It took me a long time to update because while I know the plotline and the ending, writing it out was emotionally difficult, as there is much drama and angst. The good news though is that I have a full chapter in reserve (and being edited), with half of 15 also being rewritten, so I can update within a week or so, hooray! (So please review? Please?)

I want to emphasize that what I set out to do was to explore the kind of world Sakura would live in if she did not have all the advantages she did in the original series. I remember another great author, Lord Archive, saying that power attracts power. Sakura is bound to attract attention, including the unwanted kind. In the CCS story she is sheltered and protected in a little bubble where the world is kind and gentle. I tried to explore a more realistic and cruel world here, but with the idea that love can still conquer all (okay, romantic dork, sorry!)

Plus, I had to bring in elements of canon; I particularly enjoyed coming up with the idea of the yin yang symbol the Lis use as being a reminder for them of some tragedy in the past.

I'm terrified that the detailing might turn some readers off, as will the attention to canon, but I couldn't forgive myself if I just slopped my way through the story. Feedback in a review would be very very appreciated.

This chapter centers on Syaoran because he's the one who has grown and changed the most in the story. It's obviously painful for him to have his mistakes thrown in his face, and dark Xiaolang gleefully takes advantage of this.

Next chapter, Syaoran confronts Sakura and Ying Fa. Here's a little preview:

Syaoran pulled himself to his feet. "Sakura…"

Her eyes flashed from black to green and back as she lashed out and slapped him. "Don't call me that!"

The blow was surprisingly strong and Syaoran could feel where his lip had split open. He used his thumb to wipe off the blood and continued talking. "Ying Fa, then. If you know that Xiaolang fooled me in Eriol's guise, then why are you angry?" he asked gently, without accusation. He knew what he had to do now. "He fooled me and he fooled you. Why punish only me?"

"Because I hate you," she hissed. "You were supposed to be the one who loved me. You even asked us if we would marry you and then you went and listened to the false Eriol and you walked away… walked away… as we cried. If you had just turned… if you had just come back and told me all these things then, maybe this wouldn't have happened! I had to force my way out of her head because she was willing to die rather than be forced to love Xiaolang! This is ALL YOUR FAULT!" Her sentence ended in a shrill shriek, and her eyes went completely black again.

"I'll kill weak little Sakura at my leisure and then I will be her. Maybe I'll let you say goodbye," the dark Sakura sneered. "But no… You are responsible for this, so you can go to hell first." She summoned the Staff and pointed it at Syaoran. "Firey! Burn this bastard to death!"