A Cherry Blossoms Death
Hmmm…well, I was gonna leave it as a one-shot but my opinions get swayed easily if someone says I gotta write a next chapter. So…here I go! Hopefully I haven't just stuffed the entire story up, but that's me for ya! If something good happens, I always find a way to ruin it…like the time I got ten dollars for my birthday and then when we were in the car I sorta forgot about it and it flew out the window. I hope I made someone happy with that ten dollars. I was certainly told off for being 'irresponsible.' It's not that I'm very irresponsible. I just tend to get side-tracked on a lot of things and end up forgetting about them when it's too late. But who wants to hear about the sad author behind the scenes?
You guys just wanna get to the story rite? Hehe…well, I'm not letting you guys go that easily…::stops and looks around at empty theater:: "Hey! Where'd everybody go?!"
Okay, I don't wanna get sued since I don't even have enough money to get a jam donut at the canteen, let alone pay for a lawyer. So…
Card Captor Sakura is not mine, though I wish it was cuz I would've made a way better script then the NELVENA pplz…
Hahahahahahahahahaha
Whoops! If I'm not careful I'll get a swelled head….
::you hear something bursting like a balloon:: Uh…too late…
it's okay if you don't understand me…neither do I.
Love has the innate ability to look past the human and see the godly.
Chapter Two:
Every time an image of Sakura, cold and lifeless in her prison of earth and roots, popped into his mind, Syaoran would lose sight of reality altogether and imagine her cries of terror and defeat as she was slowly stabbed to death with a knife. In each scenario he pictured new and gruesome ways she could've died, and each one was worse than the last.
Now, as he tossed and turned in his comforter, listening to the eerie sounds of the crickets chirping in the night, and the occasional car passing by, he let his mind go blank and strained his brain, trying to hear what Sakura was trying to tell him. He knew she was trying to make a connection with him, millions of miles away, drifting upon her feathery cloud. But it was like trying to talk to someone on a faulty phone line…every time he felt a pull as if Sakura was drawing him closer, the connection would waver, then disappear.
He felt hopeless and useless, as if all the good he had done with Sakura during their card capturing adventures had really been nothing. In the end, it didn't count. Card capturing was child's play…a simple game involving a deck of rowdy cards.
Now, how could he, Syaoran Li be able to reveal the murderer of Kinomoto Sakura when the police and detectives themselves had failed after a week of wild goose trails and letdowns?
His mind wandered back to the last thing Sakura had said to him, the night that she died, and he felt a guilty lump in the pit of his stomach, knowing he should've been there for her. Knowing that even though she hadn't wanted him there, he should've found a way. He would've died for her and she knew that too, which was the reason why she had gone down to the harbour alone in the first place. But anything was better than living without her popping in and out of his everyday life. He envisioned her cheery smile, the one she flashed for everybody, but Syaoran cherished as his own. He saw her on her staff, flying through the night sky with Kero on her tail, waving to him…laughing.
And as if these thoughts were enough to drain him of restless energy, his eyelids drooped wearily as he heard her last words to him, echoing and re-echoing in the fog of his brain.
The last words she had said to him as she left his house that afternoon saying she had something important to do…
"I'll be back…"
I'll be back…be back…back…I'll be back…I'll…be…back……"
Syaoran let the darkness consume him as he slept fitfully, hearing terror-filled cries and deathly blows…
~ * ~ * ~
"I can't seem to locate him anywhere," Eriol muttered, pushing his glasses back up his nose in frustration. "He's the only one who can help us, but somehow he's disappeared off the face of the Earth."
Tomoyo glanced at him in despair, grasping the edge of the bed as she watched Eriol, eyes closed in concentration.
where can Kero be? she wondered where could he be when we need him the most?
She watched silently, praying that somehow Kero would materialize out of nowhere and give them some clue as to who killed Sakura. She was brought back to reality when Eriol gave a small gasp of surprise.
"Did you feel that?" he whispered, staring at his fingers in wonderment. "Sakura's trying to communicate with us…"
He shut his eyes once again, deepening his concentration as his brow furrowed.
This time, Tomoyo felt it too, watching a golden aura embrace Eriol's body…then just as quickly as it had come, it began to fade and they sat in silence, arranging and re-arranging their thoughts.
~ * ~ * ~
A swirl of violent waves seemed to engulf him as he walked along the pier, searching for something…or rather, someone…
Syaoran kept walking, noticing how terrifyingly fierce the waves were. He wiped the droplets of rain off his damp forehead and heard a deafening roar as thunder erupted and lightning flashed across the deadly sky.
He was running now…something was wrong…his feet pounded against the slippery woodboards, slipping and sliding in all his haste.
Finally, he tripped over a loose board and was sent head-first sprawling into the water. It was a few seconds before he re-surfaced, and as he blinked out the last few drops of water from his eyes, Syaoran saw what made his heart-beat quicken then slow to a deadly stop. Sakura waved to him as she flew across the waters on her staff, Kero keeping in time with her. From a distance he saw her eyes widen in horror, and then a gunshot rang out and his love fell, tumbling into the waters below. He swam frantically through the waters, hoping to find her before she died in the brutal ocean, hoping that he, himself would not perish before he found her. He reached the spot he had seen her land, and dived underneath the waves, searching hysterically. Finally, when he was starting to feel light-headed, he rose back up, spitting and coughing. She was nowhere…gone…and somehow he knew Sakura hadn't made it. He turned around, bobbing in the water and saw her killer. A fourteen-year-old girl walking back along the pier, her short light-brown hair dancing in the waves…and even though she had her back turned toward him he knew…she must have green eyes…
For what seemed like an eternity, he bobbed there in silence, until he was awakened from his reverie by the scream of sirens far off in the distance…
Syaoran awoke with a gasp, pressing his clammy palm against his forehead.
The dream had felt so real, and yet…here he was in his own home, in his own bed…he knew by past experiences that dreams were meant to tell him something…but the question was…what?
(AN: it's always the dreams isn't it?)
~ * ~ * ~ *
Tomoyo blinked, staring up at her ceiling. She hadn't been able to get to sleep and knew that it must be harder on Syaoran than it was on her. After she had crept back into her bedroom that night she'd found herself thinking about her best friend and how she could've prevented her death. But now it was too late…two of the most hated words in the Japanese/ English dictionary.
Eriol had had no more luck communicating with Sakura and Kero was still into hiding…wherever he had gone. She blinked back tears at her situation knowing that a month ago, everything had gone so smoothly…
Wiping away the few tears that rolled down her cheeks, she crept out of bed to her bathroom to get a glass of water. With a huge gulp, she swallowed all the water and looked up at her blotchy face.
She froze in shock and apparent fear, for there…in the mirror was Sakura…Sakura, her best friend…dead Sakura…
Hmmm…well, I was gonna leave it as a one-shot but my opinions get swayed easily if someone says I gotta write a next chapter. So…here I go! Hopefully I haven't just stuffed the entire story up, but that's me for ya! If something good happens, I always find a way to ruin it…like the time I got ten dollars for my birthday and then when we were in the car I sorta forgot about it and it flew out the window. I hope I made someone happy with that ten dollars. I was certainly told off for being 'irresponsible.' It's not that I'm very irresponsible. I just tend to get side-tracked on a lot of things and end up forgetting about them when it's too late. But who wants to hear about the sad author behind the scenes?
You guys just wanna get to the story rite? Hehe…well, I'm not letting you guys go that easily…::stops and looks around at empty theater:: "Hey! Where'd everybody go?!"
Okay, I don't wanna get sued since I don't even have enough money to get a jam donut at the canteen, let alone pay for a lawyer. So…
Card Captor Sakura is not mine, though I wish it was cuz I would've made a way better script then the NELVENA pplz…
Hahahahahahahahahaha
Whoops! If I'm not careful I'll get a swelled head….
::you hear something bursting like a balloon:: Uh…too late…
it's okay if you don't understand me…neither do I.
Love has the innate ability to look past the human and see the godly.
Chapter Two:
Every time an image of Sakura, cold and lifeless in her prison of earth and roots, popped into his mind, Syaoran would lose sight of reality altogether and imagine her cries of terror and defeat as she was slowly stabbed to death with a knife. In each scenario he pictured new and gruesome ways she could've died, and each one was worse than the last.
Now, as he tossed and turned in his comforter, listening to the eerie sounds of the crickets chirping in the night, and the occasional car passing by, he let his mind go blank and strained his brain, trying to hear what Sakura was trying to tell him. He knew she was trying to make a connection with him, millions of miles away, drifting upon her feathery cloud. But it was like trying to talk to someone on a faulty phone line…every time he felt a pull as if Sakura was drawing him closer, the connection would waver, then disappear.
He felt hopeless and useless, as if all the good he had done with Sakura during their card capturing adventures had really been nothing. In the end, it didn't count. Card capturing was child's play…a simple game involving a deck of rowdy cards.
Now, how could he, Syaoran Li be able to reveal the murderer of Kinomoto Sakura when the police and detectives themselves had failed after a week of wild goose trails and letdowns?
His mind wandered back to the last thing Sakura had said to him, the night that she died, and he felt a guilty lump in the pit of his stomach, knowing he should've been there for her. Knowing that even though she hadn't wanted him there, he should've found a way. He would've died for her and she knew that too, which was the reason why she had gone down to the harbour alone in the first place. But anything was better than living without her popping in and out of his everyday life. He envisioned her cheery smile, the one she flashed for everybody, but Syaoran cherished as his own. He saw her on her staff, flying through the night sky with Kero on her tail, waving to him…laughing.
And as if these thoughts were enough to drain him of restless energy, his eyelids drooped wearily as he heard her last words to him, echoing and re-echoing in the fog of his brain.
The last words she had said to him as she left his house that afternoon saying she had something important to do…
"I'll be back…"
I'll be back…be back…back…I'll be back…I'll…be…back……"
Syaoran let the darkness consume him as he slept fitfully, hearing terror-filled cries and deathly blows…
~ * ~ * ~
"I can't seem to locate him anywhere," Eriol muttered, pushing his glasses back up his nose in frustration. "He's the only one who can help us, but somehow he's disappeared off the face of the Earth."
Tomoyo glanced at him in despair, grasping the edge of the bed as she watched Eriol, eyes closed in concentration.
where can Kero be? she wondered where could he be when we need him the most?
She watched silently, praying that somehow Kero would materialize out of nowhere and give them some clue as to who killed Sakura. She was brought back to reality when Eriol gave a small gasp of surprise.
"Did you feel that?" he whispered, staring at his fingers in wonderment. "Sakura's trying to communicate with us…"
He shut his eyes once again, deepening his concentration as his brow furrowed.
This time, Tomoyo felt it too, watching a golden aura embrace Eriol's body…then just as quickly as it had come, it began to fade and they sat in silence, arranging and re-arranging their thoughts.
~ * ~ * ~
A swirl of violent waves seemed to engulf him as he walked along the pier, searching for something…or rather, someone…
Syaoran kept walking, noticing how terrifyingly fierce the waves were. He wiped the droplets of rain off his damp forehead and heard a deafening roar as thunder erupted and lightning flashed across the deadly sky.
He was running now…something was wrong…his feet pounded against the slippery woodboards, slipping and sliding in all his haste.
Finally, he tripped over a loose board and was sent head-first sprawling into the water. It was a few seconds before he re-surfaced, and as he blinked out the last few drops of water from his eyes, Syaoran saw what made his heart-beat quicken then slow to a deadly stop. Sakura waved to him as she flew across the waters on her staff, Kero keeping in time with her. From a distance he saw her eyes widen in horror, and then a gunshot rang out and his love fell, tumbling into the waters below. He swam frantically through the waters, hoping to find her before she died in the brutal ocean, hoping that he, himself would not perish before he found her. He reached the spot he had seen her land, and dived underneath the waves, searching hysterically. Finally, when he was starting to feel light-headed, he rose back up, spitting and coughing. She was nowhere…gone…and somehow he knew Sakura hadn't made it. He turned around, bobbing in the water and saw her killer. A fourteen-year-old girl walking back along the pier, her short light-brown hair dancing in the waves…and even though she had her back turned toward him he knew…she must have green eyes…
For what seemed like an eternity, he bobbed there in silence, until he was awakened from his reverie by the scream of sirens far off in the distance…
Syaoran awoke with a gasp, pressing his clammy palm against his forehead.
The dream had felt so real, and yet…here he was in his own home, in his own bed…he knew by past experiences that dreams were meant to tell him something…but the question was…what?
(AN: it's always the dreams isn't it?)
~ * ~ * ~ *
Tomoyo blinked, staring up at her ceiling. She hadn't been able to get to sleep and knew that it must be harder on Syaoran than it was on her. After she had crept back into her bedroom that night she'd found herself thinking about her best friend and how she could've prevented her death. But now it was too late…two of the most hated words in the Japanese/ English dictionary.
Eriol had had no more luck communicating with Sakura and Kero was still into hiding…wherever he had gone. She blinked back tears at her situation knowing that a month ago, everything had gone so smoothly…
Wiping away the few tears that rolled down her cheeks, she crept out of bed to her bathroom to get a glass of water. With a huge gulp, she swallowed all the water and looked up at her blotchy face.
She froze in shock and apparent fear, for there…in the mirror was Sakura…Sakura, her best friend…dead Sakura…