Disclaimer: "Cardcaptor Sakura" and all related characters belong to Clamp.
I do not owe them.
Author's Notes: Gomen nasai for this delay with this chapter. I'm suffering from writer's block. I have been watching episodes after episodes to get some inspiration as well as for their characterisations. So enjoy this.
Glossary of words used:
Abunai – Watch out! Danger!
Li Yelan was seated upon the floor, her mind concentrating on her inner strength as she would always do every mid-morning. It had been part of her training since young and this training had continued until now.
A knock on the door broke her concentration. She slowly opened her eyes, the serious tone again re-surfacing after her mediation. "Wei, you can come in now."
Wei, the butler entered and made a bow of respect. "My apologies for disturbing Madam. Here is your tea." He bowed again as he placed the teacup on a small table near the door.
"Thank you." Yelan's cold voice stated as she gracefully walked to the table and gently lifted the teacup up. However, she had noticed that Wei had not moved away and she began to question him, "Is there something you want to ask me?"
"Yes, Madam. It's regarding Sir Syaoran. He's now 17 years of age and will soon have an important destiny in front of him. Does Madam want me to increase his training so that he will be strong enough to find his destiny?"
Yelan sipped the tea and for a moment, time seemed to have dragged on for a minute. Just as she placed the cup back onto the table, her lips mouthed out these words, "No need, destiny will find him."
* * *
"I hope you will be quick with whatever you want to say. I got to make dinner for Ot… I mean dinner for myself." Sakura said as she paced around the rooftop of the Mathematics lecture hall. I nearly blurt out the secret. I need to be more careful.
"I sense… some power from you."
"Hoe? Power?" Sakura looked at Syaoran, her eyes emitting surprise.
"Not exactly power. It's more of inner strength."
"Inner strength? I don't know what you are talking about!"
"Like the ability to see ghosts, have prophetic dreams, see into the future…"
"Listen up. I am a normal girl with a normal family and a normal life. I am not the person as you say, with your so-called inner strength." Sakura turned towards the door that would mark the exit off the roof.
Syaoran jumped in front of her, his face turning fierce. "You better listen up. It's obvious that you have some form of inner strength. Now you better tell me. It's for your own good."
"It's none of your business. Go away." Sakura pushed Syaoran aside and ran down the steps. Why, why does he have to dig up my past? Why must he do that when I am trying so hard to forget? Tears began to fill her eyes, but she stifled them. All guys are like that, so inconsiderate, always interested in their own benefits. It's like that in Japan and it's the same here.
* * *
For a moment, Syaoran sat down, dazed from the unexpected reactions that Sakura had exhibited. But this moment did not last long as he got up and ran after her.
What's wrong? Have I said something wrong? Why is she reacting like this? I better find her. I got to get some answers from her.
It was long before he caught sight of her outside campus, nearing a two-storey high florist shop.
"Oe! Stop!" He repetitively called out but she took no heed of him.
No choice. I got to stop her. Had to run by the florist.
* * *
Sakura knew Syaoran was closing on her. She wanted to run far, far away from him but she had began to feel the strain from running so long a distance.
Just as she ran past the florist, a strange yet familiar feeling struck her. An image began to form in her mind.
A flower pot falling… Li-kun running past the florist shop… The flower pot lands on top of his head…
Sakura mentally screamed. Not again. I thought, I thought that in Hong Kong, this won't happen again… She turned around, and true to what she had visualised, a flower pot began to fall from the second floor of the shop. Syaoran seemed surprised that she had stopped and turned around, yet he continued to say, "Now can we talk…."
He did not get to finish his statement.
* * *
Syaoran sat on the pavement, dazed. What had happened a few minutes ago replayed itself over and over again in his mind.
"Abunai!" Sakura had shouted as she pushed him hard.
"Hey, what's that…." He started as he landed on his butt. But a loud sound of a huge glass breaking stopped him. His eyes fell onto the auburn-haired girl sitting on the pavement as well, a deep cut on her right calf and bits and pieces of shattered pottery lying around.
Syaoran snapped back to the realms of reality. He pushed himself up onto his feet and rushed over to Sakura.
"Are you ok? Let me help you."
"Don't!" Sakura said, as she pulled a clean towel from her bag and began to bandage-wrap the wound with it.
"You need to see a doctor. Let me help you."
"No need. I can still walk." Sakura mumbled as she struggled to get up. But the pain was so great that her feet gave way, causing her to fall back onto the pavement and let out a sharp cry.
Syaoran bit his lips. This gal really pushes herself too much. I got to help. Suddenly, his arms reached out to lift her up in his arms.
"What are you doing!? Let me down!" Sakura shouted, her voice mixed with surprise, pain and anger.
"Listen up, ok? I don't care if you like it or not, but you are seriously injured and you need to see a doctor. You can carry on with your protests as long as you like, but I'm going to carry you to a nearby clinic."
Sakura only looked away.
Author's Notes (again): Gomen nasai to all the guys. I don't mean that. I'm not saying that guys are bad, just that in this chapter, I find it easier to place the structure as so. Also, gomen nasai to those who think that my characterisation isn't good, especially for Sakura. If you think it's not up-to-standard, please tell me. I will work on improving the characters.