A/N: okay this story has been in my mind for a little while, so I've decided to give it a shot. This is a very dark and angst filled fic. It contains rape (not graphic), suicide, gore, and some yaoi and yuri so if you are offended by any of this please leave now. Also all the characters play a pretty good role in this story, and there will be many different couples and slight hints of a few couples.
I don't know much about Chinese or Japanese cultures, okay I don't know anything about Chinese and Japanese culture, so please bear with me.
A/N2: okay last thing this will be an S+S and probably E+T so if you have a problem with these couples then, stay anyway because it's not a romance fic so there probably wont be much of um… well romance.
Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura, so don't sue.
The room was dark and very cold; the way the wind crept through the cracks in the walls made it seem as though the room itself was breathing. Tapestries with ancient symbols hung proudly from the walls and ceiling. Candles where the only source of light. The little flames danced upon the wicks of these candles casting shadows across the already eerie room. At the end of the room was a stage which stood two feet off the ground and on this stage sat many people.
The people on the stage could not be recognized because their faces were hidden in shadow. They all wore ceremonial robes, which indicated the seriousness of the meeting. One of these people broke the silence that had settled on the room, his voice was cold like the wind that still crept into the room.
"You have betrayed us, but what can we expect from someone who was too weak to take the cards from a little flower." The words wore directed to a young boy in the middle of the room. The boy wore a green ceremonial robe.
"I was never meant to be the card master. You cannot force me to take on a destiny that Clow Reed had already chosen for Sakura." the boys voice was surprisingly calm and held wisdom far beyond his years.
"And now you will betray us again, by choosing to leave us." The same voice replied with little emotion.
The boy looked down at the floor then shifted his gaze back in the direction of the voice. His eyes showed the anger and betrayal that he felt from those words.
"I did nothing to betray you, it is you who have betrayed me. You taught me purity and honor and now you refuse to acknowledge what wrong has been done. I refuse to follow a family that turns their backs on one of their own, and then refuses to bring justice to the one that has done the real crime!" the boy's voice rose almost to the point of yelling.
The boy could tell that he had angered the man greatly, but he refused to drop this case. The shadows sifted as the man raised his hand in a commanding way. Suddenly to figures clothed in darkness appeared behind the boy and seized both of his arms forcing him to the ground and rendering him helpless.
"You will pay for you compassion." The voice answered sternly.
The two that healed the boy lifted him up and chained his wrist in shackles that hung from the ceiling. The shackles were gagged and they cut into the boy's wrist causing small trails of blood to flow down his arm and sprinkle the ground.
Another figure emerged from the shadows, but unlike the two that had come before it, this one's face was distinct and not hidden by shadow.
The boy gasped when he saw the third figure. "Mother." He whispered quietly.
The woman in front of him only looked at the boy with disgust in her eyes. She lifted her hand up and it began to glow scarlet like her eyes. The glow soon turned into the shape of a whip. The women slowly approached the boy and leaned down so that she might look him in the eyes. A stern look crossed her face, and was the replaced with a look of pure hatred. "Never call me that again." The women hissed and then went behind the boy.
The boy looked up to the figure that still sat in shadow on the stage. "Your honor is a lie." The boy said simply and then cringed as the whip hit his back, tearing his flesh open. The pain was an immediately reality as a deep crimson fluid began to seep from the womb. The boy barely had time to think before the whip came down again.
"Ah!" Shaolon woke from his troubling dream. The memories began to play over and over again in his mind. Life for him had changed so quickly and in such a short amount of time. He went from being the heir to the most powerful clan in China, to a run away teen living in a little apartment with barley enough money to support himself, let alone another. He looked over at the young teen-aged girl sleeping next to him. Her pale skin looked unusual on one who uses to have a dark and perfect tan. Her long, black her covered part of her delicate face. Delicate yet disturbed, that would be the best way to describe Meiling now. Her life had changed as much as his, possibly even more.
"Shalon?" Meiling's voice came out as barely a whisper.
"Yes?" came the soft reply
Meiling sat up slowly and looked at her companion. "You should get to sleep. Tomorrow is our first day of school and you want to look your best when you see Sakura, don't you?" a slight smile pulled at Meiling's lips as she watched Li's face turn bright red at the mention of the young Card Mistress' name.
Li nodded slowly and smiled. "Yeah, you're right."
Meiling laid back down and pulled the thin covers around herself, trying to escape the cold that seemed to always linger in their new apartment. "Boy won't she be surprised to see us." She whispered before falling back into a dreamless sleep.
"Yeah she'll definitely be surprised." Li answered back before lying down, and trying to fall back to sleep.
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A/N: I know it is very short, but I just wanted to see how the story goes. I'm not going to continue it if it doesn't get reviews, because I am very busy and I don't want to waste my time writing this if no is going to read it so please R&R. tell me what I did good and what I did bad, but please do not flame my spelling, because I already know I have no talent there.