Seven Days

Author¡¦s Notes¡XI have received a few emails regarding questions of ¡§Seven Days,¡¨ my fanfic that I keep speaking of. The following will be a taste of what I had intended to write. Most of these scenes have already been discarded, meaning I will not be continuing them or placing them in ¡§Seven Days.¡¨ However, once I am done with ¡§Seven Days,¡¨ I may consider expanding on these scenes.

Many of these scenes have been discarded for one or more of these reasons ¡V sad, angst, irrelevant (to ¡§Seven Days¡¨), or slightly boring or vague (problems with balancing detail vs. flow). I think most of these scenes will be enjoyable to readers, which is why I am posting them. If you like these scenes, you will really love ¡§Seven Days,¡¨ scheduled to appear on fanfiction.net mid-June!

The first scene is angst, sad, people die, etc. etc. I think the best description I can give is ¡¥bitter sweet.¡¦ BUT, it is a dream, or I had intended to use this scene as a dream. However, it was too sad, so I have discarded it. Oh, this is Sakura¡¦s dream.

Seven Days ¡V Scene ¡V Sakura¡¦s Dream ¡V End of the World

Among the ruins of Japan, a lone house stood amidst a city of fire and death. A pink transparent shield surrounded the house; desperately trying to preserve what little life remains in the world. The shield flickered occasionally, allowing the dusty wind to enter the small haven. Encompassed in this bubble, three lives remained: a cherry blossom tree, a brave warrior, and a broken princess.

Syaoran ran in the house, paying no attention to the welcoming atmosphere of their last refuge. ¡§Sakura!¡¨ he shouted. ¡§The Cards, they¡¦re coming soon.¡¨

Sakura, dressed in Tomoyo¡¦s last costume, looked up from her couch. Tears swelled her eyes as she recalled the events of the past year: the recollection of the Clow Cards had been much harder than they had expected. Instead of being mischievous, as their guardian had claimed, the Clow Cards were destructive. The card captor has been losing in the constant struggle in their fight, and they were finally ready to admit defeat. The only cards they were successful in capturing were the peaceful ones, for the offensive ones were too strong even for the combined forces of Sakura and Syaoran. The fight has taken everything from her: her friends, her family, her life, her happiness. ¡§I¡KI wish they had someone more powerful to catch the Cards,¡¨ she told herself.

Syaoran silently watched Sakura, taking in every aspect of her beauty. He had made up his mind. He slowly approached her and knelt on the ground, lowering his head to her level. ¡§Get out of here,¡¨ he commanded gently. ¡§Find somewhere to hide. I will fight them off for as long as I can.¡¨ Syaoran gave a reassuring smile. ¡§I told you I would always be there for you, and I will always protect you with my life¡K Here, I fulfill that promise. I will not fail until you are safe.¡¨

Suddenly, Syaoran leapt forward and hugged Sakura fiercely. He was running out in the next moment. Just before he left Sakura¡¦s view, Syaoran turned around and said, ¡§I love you, Sakura.¡¨ With that, he ran outside to face his final fight.

Sakura ran out after him after coming to her senses, but Syaoran was nowhere to be seen. She collapsed on the dead earth as thoughts began to race through her head. ¡¥I never knew he loved me that much¡K he is sacrificing himself for my safety¡K I never told him how much I loved him; I must tell him. He doesn¡¦t know¡K I must tell him¡K¡¦

Sakura walked over to a small mound of dirt and knelt down by the slap of rock next to it. ¡§I¡¦ll see you soon,¡¨ she whispered as she kissed it. A tear fell on the rock and slowly trailed by the words engraved on it: ¡¥Their happiness is my happiness.¡¦

Sakura wiped her tears away on her battle worn costume. ¡¥What is happiness if he isn¡¦t with me?¡¦ she thought, with a morbid smile. ¡§I love you too, Syaoran-kun,¡¨ she said softly, as wings appeared on her back and took her out of the protective shield.

Back in the yard of Sakura¡¦s home, the last cherry blossom petal fell: the struggling tree had finally succumbed, regretfully releasing its last breath. In death, perhaps it will find happiness: a happiness to be together with its old friends. The pink petal spiraled downwards, finally resting between a group of freshly turned dirt, each representing a lost friend, a fallen tear, and a will to survive. A ray of hope had always guided her on, and, without it, she would have nothing left in her life.

Sakura gripped her wand tighter as she sought for her light among the darkness of her life.