A Cherry Blossoms Death
Phew! It's been a long time since I've updated this fic. I've gotta get my @$$ mvoin' back into gear!
Well, here you go! The //real\\ tenth chapter! Sorry for all of the confusion… I guess patience really //is\\ a virtue! Have you noticed that every time there's a new chapter, these author's notes thingies seem to end up shorter and shorter…? Hmmm…I've gotta work on that…::holds up hands in defeat as a pair of old socks, two bananas and a sandwich is thrown at author:: Okay, okay! That bad, huh? I promise not to make you suffer from all the pain of listening to me rambling on and on and on and on and on and on and on…
Hey! It looks like many of you figured out kind of what happened…::sighs:: Stupid me! I should've been more mysterious…
Why do you have to torment me? It's bad enough that I don't own CCS, but now you're making me say it in front of everybody? Well…::sob sob:: I don't own CCS…there you go…are you happy now?
::runs off stage crying:: hmmm…is it me or have I already done that one?
And sorry if this chapter seems a little out of it. Because I took a long time to write the next chapter, I kind of forgot the whole plot and how I wrote it, so I apologize in advance.
Might Be Too Late (AN: sucky title…but oh wellz…)
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Ruby-red (AN: yeah, I know that in some of the chapters I said that Meiling had golden eyes; man, I was sadly mistaken) eyes clashed with amber ones as both Syaoran and Meiling turned to look at each other, their mouths hanging open. Meiling felt a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. For some reason, seeing the coffin empty was ten times worse than seeing a dead, decaying body in it. It somehow made the game deadlier to play; she had thought that they were just here to find proof, but now Meiling knew that Syaoran would stop at nothing to find Sakura. Even if it meant risking their own lives, Meiling had learnt that nobody could change Syaoran's mind when he was determined. And the funny thing was, even though Meiling feared for her own life as well as her cousin's she knew she wouldn't protest when Syaoran told her the plan. After all, so many things had happened to their friends. Sakura, Tomoyo and now Eriol…and now only she and Syaoran were the only people left who could salvage the situation and make sense of the entire mystery. Syaoran would be proud for once. She glanced at her cousin who wore the same pale mask she did, but his mouth suggested determination and happiness and Meiling sighed. They had endured so much during their fourteen years, but it was Sakura who he had eyes for, and only her. If there was one thing that she had learnt during her 'recovery' in Huaring Bay, it was that if you truly loved somebody then you should give in to their happiness, and Meiling wasn't one to want to hurt her ex-fiancée on purpose. "C'mon," she whispered. "We have to get outta here. If we pool our magic together maybe we can figure out where Eriol and Seria are…and then find Sakura…" She tugged at his arms but Syaoran didn't budge.
He stared at her, shocked. "I didn't know you had magic," he exclaimed, his amber eyes taking on a rare and new humorous look. Meiling giggled.
"You mean I didn't tell you?" She shrugged and grinned. "I didn't know until a month ago. Apparently the only thing stopping me from using my magic was the bad feelings I held inside me…" Meiling sighed again. To be honest, she really didn't know if she was ready to use her magic yet. After all, maybe she hadn't fully let go of all the dark emotions she had kept inside her for the past fourteen years and then Syaoran would know that she still harboured feelings for him.
Pushing the negative thoughts out of her head, she tugged impatiently on Syaoran's arm again and he let himself be pulled up. Together they walked home, aware of how early it was in the morning and hoping that Wei hadn't awoken. Meiling chewed her lip nervously as each step they took, they approached the apartment and on their way to facing the toughest challenge of their lives. The cards had been nothing but a mere game, but this time it was personal and serious, and Meiling didn't know if she could handle it or not. The prospect of facing an all-too powerful fourteen-year-old girl who had managed to make them face a mystery that was almost unsolvable if not for their magical powers, chilled Meiling to the bone. If Seria truly was Sakura's twin, then she'd look exactly like Sakura herself, and a thought struck her. When the time came for the face-off, how would they know who was truly Sakura, and who was her twin? It didn't make sense to Meiling that Sakura couldn't come to her friends to seek her help…it was almost as if…
Meiling shook her head, a jumble of confused thought whirling through her head. It was all so strange and surreal; it was almost as if they were walking through a living, breathing dream – or rather a nightmare.
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Naoko, Rika and Chiharu gathered inside the church, their faces pale as they knelt down by the altar to pray. It had been Naoko's idea, claiming that praying for a lost one would help them on their journey to the gates of heaven. In this case, they'd be doing double the work, praying for both Tomoyo and Sakura. Chiharu, head bent, suddenly looked up her eyes narrowed in concentration. "Did you hear that?" she whispered urgently, looking around her. Rika and Naoko shook their heads and looked at her like she was going crazy. "You're probably hearing things again," Rika giggled, covering her mouth to stop herself from laughing any louder inside the church. Chiharu shook her head.
"No, I'm serious you guys."
There came a huge gust of wind and then a ghost-like wail echoed inside the church. All three shivered as the wail screeched to the highest notes, almost shattering the stained-glass windows. "I definitely heard that," Naoko shivered, her eyes darting frantically around her. "Okay, very funny guys," Rika said, trembling. "Good joke. Now stop it and let's go back to praying okay?" She hoped that her friends really //were\\ playing a mean trick on her, but judging by how frightened their faces were, she seriously doubted it. What was going on here?
Another wail echoed through the church and glass shattered from a window, a gust of fierce wind blowing through the now open space and making the girls shiver with anxiety. This was definitely too freaky to be a sick joke. All three were too scared to move, and it was as if they were glued to the spot as another fierce wind blew through the church and seemed to reach out to grab them. Their eyes were round with fear and a scream tore apart the night as the winds consumed their bodies and their very souls as it whisked them away, out of the church and into the night, where things were a lot simpler and they were trapped in eternal sleep…(AN: if I write a sequel to this fic, it'll have to do with saving Naoko, Rika and Chiharu…only with more of a plot than that)
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"Did you hear that?" Meiling asked Syaoran, hearing a deadly scream in the night. Syaoran shivered and nodded. "There are too many things that go bump in the night," he muttered and Meiling agreed with a slight nod of her own. It surprised her at how bleak everything looked at night; during the day Tomoeda was alive with bustling people on their way to work, school or home. It had never occurred to Meiling that silence enveloped it when people were asleep tucked away inside their bed. Even Syaoran looked a little worried, almost as if he knew something deadly was awaiting them, ready to pop out of the shadows and consume them with razor sharp teeth and an unappeasable hunger. It made Meiling feel worse. For as long as she had known him, she had never seen her cousin look so anxious to get back home than he was now. Usually, he hid his emotions pretty well. During their training they had both been taught to conceal their thoughts and feelings, as it proved a weak spot for their adversaries. Syaoran had proved to be a little too good at hiding his emotions, and before he'd come to Japan at the age of ten, he'd worn his customary glare. It had been rare to see him offer a smile to anybody. Except Sakura, that is…
Meiling shook her head. @You have to stop thinking negative@ she chided herself as she kept pace with Syaoran. They hurried on in silence; hoping against hope that the final showdown would turn out in their favour.
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Damnit! Syaoran swore to himself as he paced back and forth across the length of his bedroom, brow knitted in frustration and concentration, his arms folded behind his back. Meiling lay sprawled across his bed, resting her head against her elbows which she had propped up on the pillow. He couldn't think of any other way to locate Eriol, other than reaching out to his power with a communication link. They'd just have to take the chance that Seria wouldn't be near enough to sense it. "Help me send a link to Eriol, will you?" Syaoran asked the bored-to-tears girl, and she straightened and stared at him.
"But…" she protested. "Eriol…Seria…"
Syaoran sighed. "You think I don't know that? It's a big risk doing this but it's the only chance we've got of locating them…ready?"
Meiling nodded and hopped off the bed. They stood back to back, breathing heavily as they kept their eyes squeezed shut, focusing on a link. Syaoran could have done a normal link on his own, but one that had a seventy five percent chance that only Eriol could sense it required more magic, unfortunately, more magic for Syaoran to share out on his own. He needed Meiling. It was the only way to keep him from passing out there on the carpeted floor.
It was strange though that Meiling's magic seemed to be withheld, almost like it was being forced to make use of itself. The link crackled, then wavered and then went dead. Meiling was ghostly pale.
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@ Please! @ Meiling begged. @ Just let my magic work this one time @ Syaoran was looking at her strangely and she hoped that he hadn't remembered what she'd said about her magic, in the cemetery. He would know then that…
"Uh…" she stammered. "Sorry, I kinda lost my concentration there," she lied crossing her fingers behind her back. Syaoran gave her another look, but he turned around again and Meiling breathed a sigh of relief. The link started up once more, and Meiling could feel her power fighting to stay back in , but she fought against it harder than before and finally, just as she was about to collapse, they both felt a tiny flicker of Eriol's magic. It was vague and so small, that something must have happened to Eriol.
"A warehouse…" Syaoran breathed. "Let's go!" (AN: sounds like one of those bad hero cartoons with those equally bad outfits…ack!)
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Eriol's head was spinning, and he was sure he could vaguely smell the aroma of burning wax. Somebody was moving around him lighting these candles which were surrounded around his body. Three on each side. It seemed to be some kind of ritual, involving a lot of circling and chanting. "Sleep now…" a somewhat familiar voice whispered, shutting his eyes with a firm hand.
Eriol could do nothing but comply, and his thoughts were a jumble as his eyes closed sleepily…
He remembered a time not so log ago…or maybe it had been a long time ago…Eriol couldn't know…not in this state. He couldn't even open his mouth to chuckle at the strange feeling that he couldn't move anything. It was almost like he was drunk or something, but he was fourteen! Definitely below the drinking age.
The memories were drifting toward him like a twig being pushed by a rushing river, toward a bank…
(AN: this part might not add up to what the anime says, but c'mon guys! It's fanfiction!)
Fujitaka stood, holding a small bundle in his hands as a one-year-old Eriol peeped from behind a drawn curtain. "Will you take care of my daughter?" the man asked. Amoire Tish, a squat old woman who had found Eriol by the roadside one night, glanced at Fukitaka suspiciously. "She ain't stolen or anything, is she?"
Fujitaka laughed nervously. "Of course not…me and my wife just can't afford to keep her." Amoire nodded briskly. "Alright then…already got meself a couple o' lil buggers anyway. Ones with no homes, no parents."
Fujitaka breathed a sigh of relief. "Speak of this to no one," he warned as he turned to leave.
The suspicion was back in Amoire's eyes as the doors closed behind him. "Strange lil man…" she muttered, turning to Eriol.
And then Amoire had gone to England, with Eriol and the rest of the kids. He had been too young then…all he knew was that Amoire had done something Eriol thought that she never would. She'd left the girl named Seria on the side of the road a few years later.
"Aah…" a soft voice whispered, deathly in his ear, even thought it sounded like it came from far away. "So you remember - a bonus to get revenge on that lady once and for all…"
Eriol strained to hear as an argument seemed to be going on…like the female was arguing with herself. It was bizarre!
"Stop it!" The same voice commanded, arguing with herself. "You promised that you would never hurt any of them…to leave them alone…"
There was a wicked laugh and the same voice shot backs. "AH! But you didn't keep your end of the bargain too…that little visit with your foolish friend…"
Eriol's brow deepened, even though he was feeling drowsy and sick to his stomach. They must be talking about Tomoyo…
He moved his arm as if a shock had gone through it, and with the little of the powers that he had, he sensed a strong magic. They're coming…the voice in his head exclaimed…but they're not strong enough to save any of us…it's too late…
His head pounded furiously as he drifted off to a dreamless sleep…and this time he wasn't sure if he was going to wake up…
The ritual was almost over…and it would be too late…
As he made his last conscious thought, a sinister laugh echoed throughout the warehouse. "What fun…" the voice laughed… "They're coming…and we'll be waiting for them…"
The same voice protested her first statement. "You can't hurt them!"
Another laugh. "Aah! But it won't be me who will hurt them…you'll finally make use to me…my dear, sweet twin sister…" (AN: there you go…Sakura's with her!)
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"Hurry Meiling!" Syaoran puffed, dragging his cousin along with him. "I can feel everything's gonna happen soon…we have to stop whatever evil is working! To find Sakura we must get rid of Seria!"
"Alright," Meiling snapped. It would be so easy to stop here on the sidewalk and turn around right now. It would be so easy to let Sakura perish in the hands of her twin. It would be so easy…and yet, Meiling knew she had an obligation to keep Syaoran happy…and she had to do it right this time…
Her boots made click-clacking noises against the cement. Syaoran could have easily brought them to the warehouse with magic…but they were still worried about somebody else sensing the magic. They had to find Eriol…if it wasn't already too late…
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There! ::rubs hands against each other:: I've actually finished this chapter! And next we have the second last chapter called Final Showdown. Oooh! Hehe…
R+R plz.
Phew! It's been a long time since I've updated this fic. I've gotta get my @$$ mvoin' back into gear!
Well, here you go! The //real\\ tenth chapter! Sorry for all of the confusion… I guess patience really //is\\ a virtue! Have you noticed that every time there's a new chapter, these author's notes thingies seem to end up shorter and shorter…? Hmmm…I've gotta work on that…::holds up hands in defeat as a pair of old socks, two bananas and a sandwich is thrown at author:: Okay, okay! That bad, huh? I promise not to make you suffer from all the pain of listening to me rambling on and on and on and on and on and on and on…
Hey! It looks like many of you figured out kind of what happened…::sighs:: Stupid me! I should've been more mysterious…
Why do you have to torment me? It's bad enough that I don't own CCS, but now you're making me say it in front of everybody? Well…::sob sob:: I don't own CCS…there you go…are you happy now?
::runs off stage crying:: hmmm…is it me or have I already done that one?
And sorry if this chapter seems a little out of it. Because I took a long time to write the next chapter, I kind of forgot the whole plot and how I wrote it, so I apologize in advance.
Might Be Too Late (AN: sucky title…but oh wellz…)
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Ruby-red (AN: yeah, I know that in some of the chapters I said that Meiling had golden eyes; man, I was sadly mistaken) eyes clashed with amber ones as both Syaoran and Meiling turned to look at each other, their mouths hanging open. Meiling felt a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. For some reason, seeing the coffin empty was ten times worse than seeing a dead, decaying body in it. It somehow made the game deadlier to play; she had thought that they were just here to find proof, but now Meiling knew that Syaoran would stop at nothing to find Sakura. Even if it meant risking their own lives, Meiling had learnt that nobody could change Syaoran's mind when he was determined. And the funny thing was, even though Meiling feared for her own life as well as her cousin's she knew she wouldn't protest when Syaoran told her the plan. After all, so many things had happened to their friends. Sakura, Tomoyo and now Eriol…and now only she and Syaoran were the only people left who could salvage the situation and make sense of the entire mystery. Syaoran would be proud for once. She glanced at her cousin who wore the same pale mask she did, but his mouth suggested determination and happiness and Meiling sighed. They had endured so much during their fourteen years, but it was Sakura who he had eyes for, and only her. If there was one thing that she had learnt during her 'recovery' in Huaring Bay, it was that if you truly loved somebody then you should give in to their happiness, and Meiling wasn't one to want to hurt her ex-fiancée on purpose. "C'mon," she whispered. "We have to get outta here. If we pool our magic together maybe we can figure out where Eriol and Seria are…and then find Sakura…" She tugged at his arms but Syaoran didn't budge.
He stared at her, shocked. "I didn't know you had magic," he exclaimed, his amber eyes taking on a rare and new humorous look. Meiling giggled.
"You mean I didn't tell you?" She shrugged and grinned. "I didn't know until a month ago. Apparently the only thing stopping me from using my magic was the bad feelings I held inside me…" Meiling sighed again. To be honest, she really didn't know if she was ready to use her magic yet. After all, maybe she hadn't fully let go of all the dark emotions she had kept inside her for the past fourteen years and then Syaoran would know that she still harboured feelings for him.
Pushing the negative thoughts out of her head, she tugged impatiently on Syaoran's arm again and he let himself be pulled up. Together they walked home, aware of how early it was in the morning and hoping that Wei hadn't awoken. Meiling chewed her lip nervously as each step they took, they approached the apartment and on their way to facing the toughest challenge of their lives. The cards had been nothing but a mere game, but this time it was personal and serious, and Meiling didn't know if she could handle it or not. The prospect of facing an all-too powerful fourteen-year-old girl who had managed to make them face a mystery that was almost unsolvable if not for their magical powers, chilled Meiling to the bone. If Seria truly was Sakura's twin, then she'd look exactly like Sakura herself, and a thought struck her. When the time came for the face-off, how would they know who was truly Sakura, and who was her twin? It didn't make sense to Meiling that Sakura couldn't come to her friends to seek her help…it was almost as if…
Meiling shook her head, a jumble of confused thought whirling through her head. It was all so strange and surreal; it was almost as if they were walking through a living, breathing dream – or rather a nightmare.
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Naoko, Rika and Chiharu gathered inside the church, their faces pale as they knelt down by the altar to pray. It had been Naoko's idea, claiming that praying for a lost one would help them on their journey to the gates of heaven. In this case, they'd be doing double the work, praying for both Tomoyo and Sakura. Chiharu, head bent, suddenly looked up her eyes narrowed in concentration. "Did you hear that?" she whispered urgently, looking around her. Rika and Naoko shook their heads and looked at her like she was going crazy. "You're probably hearing things again," Rika giggled, covering her mouth to stop herself from laughing any louder inside the church. Chiharu shook her head.
"No, I'm serious you guys."
There came a huge gust of wind and then a ghost-like wail echoed inside the church. All three shivered as the wail screeched to the highest notes, almost shattering the stained-glass windows. "I definitely heard that," Naoko shivered, her eyes darting frantically around her. "Okay, very funny guys," Rika said, trembling. "Good joke. Now stop it and let's go back to praying okay?" She hoped that her friends really //were\\ playing a mean trick on her, but judging by how frightened their faces were, she seriously doubted it. What was going on here?
Another wail echoed through the church and glass shattered from a window, a gust of fierce wind blowing through the now open space and making the girls shiver with anxiety. This was definitely too freaky to be a sick joke. All three were too scared to move, and it was as if they were glued to the spot as another fierce wind blew through the church and seemed to reach out to grab them. Their eyes were round with fear and a scream tore apart the night as the winds consumed their bodies and their very souls as it whisked them away, out of the church and into the night, where things were a lot simpler and they were trapped in eternal sleep…(AN: if I write a sequel to this fic, it'll have to do with saving Naoko, Rika and Chiharu…only with more of a plot than that)
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"Did you hear that?" Meiling asked Syaoran, hearing a deadly scream in the night. Syaoran shivered and nodded. "There are too many things that go bump in the night," he muttered and Meiling agreed with a slight nod of her own. It surprised her at how bleak everything looked at night; during the day Tomoeda was alive with bustling people on their way to work, school or home. It had never occurred to Meiling that silence enveloped it when people were asleep tucked away inside their bed. Even Syaoran looked a little worried, almost as if he knew something deadly was awaiting them, ready to pop out of the shadows and consume them with razor sharp teeth and an unappeasable hunger. It made Meiling feel worse. For as long as she had known him, she had never seen her cousin look so anxious to get back home than he was now. Usually, he hid his emotions pretty well. During their training they had both been taught to conceal their thoughts and feelings, as it proved a weak spot for their adversaries. Syaoran had proved to be a little too good at hiding his emotions, and before he'd come to Japan at the age of ten, he'd worn his customary glare. It had been rare to see him offer a smile to anybody. Except Sakura, that is…
Meiling shook her head. @You have to stop thinking negative@ she chided herself as she kept pace with Syaoran. They hurried on in silence; hoping against hope that the final showdown would turn out in their favour.
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Damnit! Syaoran swore to himself as he paced back and forth across the length of his bedroom, brow knitted in frustration and concentration, his arms folded behind his back. Meiling lay sprawled across his bed, resting her head against her elbows which she had propped up on the pillow. He couldn't think of any other way to locate Eriol, other than reaching out to his power with a communication link. They'd just have to take the chance that Seria wouldn't be near enough to sense it. "Help me send a link to Eriol, will you?" Syaoran asked the bored-to-tears girl, and she straightened and stared at him.
"But…" she protested. "Eriol…Seria…"
Syaoran sighed. "You think I don't know that? It's a big risk doing this but it's the only chance we've got of locating them…ready?"
Meiling nodded and hopped off the bed. They stood back to back, breathing heavily as they kept their eyes squeezed shut, focusing on a link. Syaoran could have done a normal link on his own, but one that had a seventy five percent chance that only Eriol could sense it required more magic, unfortunately, more magic for Syaoran to share out on his own. He needed Meiling. It was the only way to keep him from passing out there on the carpeted floor.
It was strange though that Meiling's magic seemed to be withheld, almost like it was being forced to make use of itself. The link crackled, then wavered and then went dead. Meiling was ghostly pale.
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@ Please! @ Meiling begged. @ Just let my magic work this one time @ Syaoran was looking at her strangely and she hoped that he hadn't remembered what she'd said about her magic, in the cemetery. He would know then that…
"Uh…" she stammered. "Sorry, I kinda lost my concentration there," she lied crossing her fingers behind her back. Syaoran gave her another look, but he turned around again and Meiling breathed a sigh of relief. The link started up once more, and Meiling could feel her power fighting to stay back in , but she fought against it harder than before and finally, just as she was about to collapse, they both felt a tiny flicker of Eriol's magic. It was vague and so small, that something must have happened to Eriol.
"A warehouse…" Syaoran breathed. "Let's go!" (AN: sounds like one of those bad hero cartoons with those equally bad outfits…ack!)
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Eriol's head was spinning, and he was sure he could vaguely smell the aroma of burning wax. Somebody was moving around him lighting these candles which were surrounded around his body. Three on each side. It seemed to be some kind of ritual, involving a lot of circling and chanting. "Sleep now…" a somewhat familiar voice whispered, shutting his eyes with a firm hand.
Eriol could do nothing but comply, and his thoughts were a jumble as his eyes closed sleepily…
He remembered a time not so log ago…or maybe it had been a long time ago…Eriol couldn't know…not in this state. He couldn't even open his mouth to chuckle at the strange feeling that he couldn't move anything. It was almost like he was drunk or something, but he was fourteen! Definitely below the drinking age.
The memories were drifting toward him like a twig being pushed by a rushing river, toward a bank…
(AN: this part might not add up to what the anime says, but c'mon guys! It's fanfiction!)
Fujitaka stood, holding a small bundle in his hands as a one-year-old Eriol peeped from behind a drawn curtain. "Will you take care of my daughter?" the man asked. Amoire Tish, a squat old woman who had found Eriol by the roadside one night, glanced at Fukitaka suspiciously. "She ain't stolen or anything, is she?"
Fujitaka laughed nervously. "Of course not…me and my wife just can't afford to keep her." Amoire nodded briskly. "Alright then…already got meself a couple o' lil buggers anyway. Ones with no homes, no parents."
Fujitaka breathed a sigh of relief. "Speak of this to no one," he warned as he turned to leave.
The suspicion was back in Amoire's eyes as the doors closed behind him. "Strange lil man…" she muttered, turning to Eriol.
And then Amoire had gone to England, with Eriol and the rest of the kids. He had been too young then…all he knew was that Amoire had done something Eriol thought that she never would. She'd left the girl named Seria on the side of the road a few years later.
"Aah…" a soft voice whispered, deathly in his ear, even thought it sounded like it came from far away. "So you remember - a bonus to get revenge on that lady once and for all…"
Eriol strained to hear as an argument seemed to be going on…like the female was arguing with herself. It was bizarre!
"Stop it!" The same voice commanded, arguing with herself. "You promised that you would never hurt any of them…to leave them alone…"
There was a wicked laugh and the same voice shot backs. "AH! But you didn't keep your end of the bargain too…that little visit with your foolish friend…"
Eriol's brow deepened, even though he was feeling drowsy and sick to his stomach. They must be talking about Tomoyo…
He moved his arm as if a shock had gone through it, and with the little of the powers that he had, he sensed a strong magic. They're coming…the voice in his head exclaimed…but they're not strong enough to save any of us…it's too late…
His head pounded furiously as he drifted off to a dreamless sleep…and this time he wasn't sure if he was going to wake up…
The ritual was almost over…and it would be too late…
As he made his last conscious thought, a sinister laugh echoed throughout the warehouse. "What fun…" the voice laughed… "They're coming…and we'll be waiting for them…"
The same voice protested her first statement. "You can't hurt them!"
Another laugh. "Aah! But it won't be me who will hurt them…you'll finally make use to me…my dear, sweet twin sister…" (AN: there you go…Sakura's with her!)
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"Hurry Meiling!" Syaoran puffed, dragging his cousin along with him. "I can feel everything's gonna happen soon…we have to stop whatever evil is working! To find Sakura we must get rid of Seria!"
"Alright," Meiling snapped. It would be so easy to stop here on the sidewalk and turn around right now. It would be so easy to let Sakura perish in the hands of her twin. It would be so easy…and yet, Meiling knew she had an obligation to keep Syaoran happy…and she had to do it right this time…
Her boots made click-clacking noises against the cement. Syaoran could have easily brought them to the warehouse with magic…but they were still worried about somebody else sensing the magic. They had to find Eriol…if it wasn't already too late…
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There! ::rubs hands against each other:: I've actually finished this chapter! And next we have the second last chapter called Final Showdown. Oooh! Hehe…
R+R plz.