(Yay! It works! My computer actually obeyed me!! [cough cough] Oh sorry. Anyway, whatever I was going to say I forgot, so on with the fic! Hope you enjoy it, and if you don't, then don't read it and look for some really great CCS fanfics out there! [I swear, some people are SO talented!])
Three weeks later Sakura was released from the hospital. She still had to use a crutch for her left ankle, but that wasn't her main injury. It wasn't the concussion, either.
Toya had caused a major scene when Sakura had asked him who he was. It had taken several minutes for Tomoyo to calm Sakura down and for Toya to realize he'd hurt his little sister. But she didn't know she was his little sister.
Tomoyo had asked him what the mirror had done. Syaoran had explained how it had thrown Sakura against the wall, and then the light…
"The light must have done something to her," Tomoyo had said. "I mean, she can't even remember Toya-sempai. Or even Yukito-sempai."
"So what are they going to do about it?" Syaoran had said.
"Well, the doc said that maybe the memory will come back, if we help. Sometimes it'll take a very long while. Other times…I guess we'll have to remake her life for her," Tomoyo had said.
"Pardon? We?"
Tomoyo had looked straight at him. "We."
Sakura wasn't going back to school until her memory came back. Tomoyo was just finished talking to Syaoran and they were just about to leave when Tomoyo's mom ran down the stairs. "Tomoyo-chan! Wait!"
"Kaasan?"
"You can't leave! In London one of our toy factories burned down. And in the same place I have to give a speech introducing one of our new products. I can't leave you here by yourself. You'll have to come with me!"
Tomoyo moved back. "I can't! I have to take care of Sakura!"
"Why?" her mother screamed. "How can Sakura be more important than this? Sakura can take care of herself--she's very independent! Start packing!"
"But…if I leave, Sakura might not remember me at all. She's forgotten everything she knows about us. She doesn't know me. Please, let me stay! I could stay with the Kinomotos for awhile!"
The last line was a mistake. Syaoran stepped back as steam rose from Sonomi's ears. "I will--not--have you--bother-- Mr. Kinomoto!" she said. "He's very busy and he has enough kids to take care of, without Nadeshiko. Now come on!"
Tomoyo turned to Syaoran. "It's up to you now. Help her retrieve her memory!" she said as her mother dragged her up the stairs. "Do it for Sakura! Please!"
Tomoyo disappeared, and slowly, a mischievous grin spread across his face. Sakura's upstaged me more than once…that's enough reason for revenge, I think. "Don't worry!" he called loudly. "I'll get memory back for sure!" Which memory, however, is something I won't tell her.
*
Sakura lay in bed, thinking. The tall man had said he was her father, and this was her room. Her name was Sakura, and it was plastered all over her bedroom wall. Sakura…I like that name, I'm glad I'm called Sakura. And the person who said he was her brother…We don't look anything alike, but if he's my brother, I suppose it's true.
Someone knocked on her door, and Toya, as he called himself, pushed his head in. "Visitor," he said reluctantly. "Li Syaoran."
As soon as Syaoran was inside, and Toya had closed the door, Syaoran rushed to Sakura's side and grabbed her hand. "Oh, I was so worried about you!" Syaoran cried, placing his head on the bed.
Sakura looked startled. "Li-kun?"
Syaoran stood up. "Is that what you call me now, hime?! Li-kun?! Oh, dear heart!!" I'm good, he thought smugly as he made the face of perfect agony.
Hime? "What do you mean by Princess?" Sakura asked, confusion written all over her face.
"It's over, it's over," Syaoran kept muttering. He ran towards the window and flung it open. "I have been rejected! Goodbye!" A bit over dramatic, but if it gets the plan working, fine with me.
"No, wait!" Sakura screamed. She jumped off the bed, wincing as she landed on her sore ankle. "Don't!" She ran over and clutched his arm. "Please explain to me…just be patient." This boy…he's very special to me, she thought as she looked into his eyes. His eyes are so deep. Is it because I've forgotten or have they always been this deep?
Syaoran almost lost character. Her eyes are so innocent. She really doesn't know anything…she looks kinda scared. But he forced himself back into character, and he smiled. I'm gonna make her pay for not handing over the Cards. He threw himself on her chest, causing her to fall back. Before she landed he remembered that she was still recovering and quickly turned so that they landed on their sides.
"I'm…sorry," Sakura whispered. Her heart was beating wildly. Am I really a princess? Is he my prince? Oh god…
Syaoran was silent for a moment. Then he said, "I'll do whatever it takes to get your memory back, Hime,"
"Really?"
Syaoran's lips curved in an unreadable smile. "Yes, because I'm your prince." The prince of thieves, the prince that is going to take your cards, with your name on them or not.
*
Sakura stared listlessly out the window. "So I'm the Princess of Clow Cards?"
Syaoran nodded. "You have powers greater than any human. You were capturing a card when you blacked out. But I'm going to rebuild your memory."
"OK, I'm ready."
"Your father is posing as a businessman--but he is actually the King of the Clow Cards. He tries to make you his puppet, and you hate him. He pretends to love your mother, the late Queen, in order to use you. But you never fall for it, and you never should. Your brother…recently, before the battle, you discovered that your brother hates you because you were chosen over him to succeed the throne of the Cards. He didn't have enough magic, and you were chosen by Clow Reed himself. Never fall into his trap. Be cold to them both."
Sakura's eyes misted over. "But they've been so nice to me…"
"Trying to take advantage of your memory loss," Syaoran said sweetly. "Be strong, Sakura."
Sakura didn't know why, but tears began falling from her eyes. She wasn't sad or anything, she just kept crying. Syaoran looked startled, and wondered if the game had gone too far. He still wanted her deck of cards, but he didn't want to see her cry. Because…he had been wary of Sakura on the first day, but aside from that, he had been curiously--and reluctantly--attracted.
But he'd already given Sakura's new life to her: he couldn't take it back. So he grudgingly did what a prince would do--he gave her a gentle kiss on her…forehead. She looked up, startled. "Just wait," he said. "And everything will be fine."
He still had The Mirror Card in his pocket of his wizard clothes. And since he was the one who had bound The Mirror, there was no reason why it wouldn't--or shouldn't--respond to his will.
Going home, he pulled out the mirror card and released it with his sword. Sakura's wand had been left at Tomoyo's house, which meant he'd have to get it for her tomorrow. The Mirror hung over his head, and waited impatiently.
"I need you to return Sakura's memory," Syaoran said. "Because you're the one who took it away, after all."
"Can't," The Mirror said. "You guys used up all my powers. You'll have to wait three months."
"Three months!" Syaoran yelled. "I can't keep making up stories for three months!"
"Then you shouldn't have even started."
Syaoran began stuttering. "I-I-I-I-I-I b-b-b-b-b-but I need the c-c-c-cards," he muttered. "She won't give them to me."
"Maybe because they're not for you," The Mirror said nonchalantly. "I suggest you stop the game right now and wait for me to recover my power."
But Syaoran had already thought things over. The stutter was gone. "No way! I'm going to have fun with the Cardcaptor Sakura!" he crowed. "I'm keeping the game up for three months. Besides, she won't remember anything when you give her back your memory. Right. Return!" The Mirror began to transform into a card, but not until it whispered a few words to itself…
"That's what you think."
(I've noticed that some things are a bit vague, but I like vague. Meaning I can't write anything else. Oh well. And the suicide thing….yes I KNOW it's dramatic, but Syaoran's a good actor!! Supposedly….^_^;;;)