Author's Note: Hi, there! I'm Abisinia and this is my first Card Captor
Sakura Fan fiction!!!!!!!!!!!! Just to make a few things clear: 1) Sakura and
friends are about 17 years old in this fic 2) Since they are about 17, they
don't think or act as the 10 year old children they were in the series, if you
know what I mean 3) Eriol has gone back, just like in the series 4) Syaoran
hasn't told Sakura about his feelings YET 5) Syaoran hasn't gone and won't go
back to Hong Kong (yessssssss!!!!!!!!!!!) 6) Since I'm not used to those "kun",
"san" and "chan" stuff, I won't use them 7) Don't be too hard on my pitiful
grammar skills, since English isn't my first language
Firstly, I want to thank Kyralea, Absolut Angel, Satashi and THE
MOUSE, the four wonderful authors who inspired me to write this story (although
they probably don't know me)! I'd also like the readers to know that this is MY
story, so don't hate me if you don't like it, because I did my best. And
please, I beg you, send me FEEDBACK (flames or whatever)!!!!!!!!!! Thanks!
I'd also like to thank the first reviewers of this fic:
Moshimoshiqueen, Nako-chan, LiNa, Lyss chan, sakura, nonie77, DawnRising, Cherry_Blossom,
chescaOtaku, Sakura Li, CATGIRL, Happy Individual, Flower Kid, ~*princess
icestar*~, Yeslek25, Star Mistress, Sakura Kinomoto Li, ~lil~ Sakura~chan, Jane,
Silver Kitsune, kari, Intrams and AyaChan! You've helped me a lot!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Card Captor Sakura. Clamp
does. Sue THEM if you want to…
Disclaimer 2: I DO own Lin Su Hin (the pronunciation is "Lin Su HAN" and
"Lin" is the surname)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don't forget:
"……….." = Thinking
- ………… = Speaking (duh!)
~*~*~*~* = Change of scene
or/and POV
(A.N.:……) = Author's note
There are also a few thick black lines in the middle of the text,
I'm not sure where. Please ignore them: it was an error I wasn't able to do
anything about! L
Love or Hatred?
By Abisinia
Prologue: Dreams
- NO! Why are you...? SYAORAN!
Sakura woke up abruptly, wakened by her
own screaming. Her heart was beating fast and she could feel a cold sweat all
over her body. When she brought her hands up and touched her face, she also
noticed that she was crying. She hadn't had those kind of strange dreams for
about 6 years… Sakura was around 11 years old then…when she was a Card Captor.
That didn't mean she still wasn't, but
since she had changed all the Clow Cards into Sakura Cards (in other words,
since Eriol had left back to England), there hadn't been new "magical problems"
in Tomoeda… Thinking about that, Sakura immediately lifted her hands, reaching
for the key she had been wearing for so many years around her neck.
"It's still here..."
She sighted, in
relief. Why had she had that weird nightmare? It had started as a good, typical
dream. She was under the sakura tree, where she used to sit since she was on Elementary
School. There was no one around, and a soft breeze was blowing, making some
petals fall from the branches just above her, covering the grass with a pinkish
color.
And then, she
noticed the shape of a young man that was coming towards her. In a few seconds,
a chill ran down her spine, as she recognized his messy and charming chestnut
hair, his mysterious golden amber eyes and the well-built body, a consequence
of his hard and never-ending training.
When he saw her,
he smiled softly… one of those rare smiles he wasn't used to show anybody else
but her… However, when he was almost reaching her, the shape of another person
Sakura couldn't see very well stood between them. She had only managed to see
the person's black mantle, his/her cold, and dark and frightening aura. The one
who was walking towards her stopped and stared intensely into her eyes. His
eyes were so full of indescribable sadness… he seemed so hurt she felt the urge
to cry... and then he simply turned around and walked away.
That was the
moment when, desperately, she literally started crying and shouting for him not
to leave her... although she didn't know if it was because she was afraid of
being alone with that strange person, or just because she didn't want him to
get away from her.
"Syaoran... What was the meaning of
all that?"
She stood up and
walked to her window. She was glad Touya was sleeping at Yukito's that night,
and her father was out on an excavation. If they had heard that scream, they
would be panicked… she didn't want them to worry about her.
Glancing quickly at a specific drawer,
Sakura noticed that Kero hadn't woken up… maybe because of the 8 cups of hot
chocolate he had drunk before going to bed…
Then, kneeling in front of the window, she
looked at the city outside.
"Not a single house where the lights
aren't all shut…"
The only thing she could feel and almost
see through the darkness of the night was a strong, warm and greenish aura.
Usually, she would smile at that… but, instead, she frowned, as images of a
charming Chinese warrior and sorcerer named Li Syaoran filled her mind… she
wondered if anything had happened to him...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
- Sakura...
Li Syaoran had just woken up from a nightmare.
He sat on his bed, using his fingers to put his always-messy chestnut hair away
from his forehead. His eyes, as serious as always, made an unconscious effort
to hide his concernment.
He reached for his onyx amulet, which was always
round his neck, and held it carefully. He had worn that since before he was
able to walk by himself… Concentrating, while he closed his eyes for a brief
moment, he changed the amulet into his sword. The same sword he had used for so
many years. It had, as expected from a magic sword, adapted itself to his body
as he grew up…
And although changing an amulet into a
magical sword with a few unspoken words wasn't a routine for every 17-year old
teenager, to this one it most certainly was… mainly because he was far from
being an ordinary teenager.
"But this kind of dream… it is quite…
intriguing…" he thought, uncertain if that was the correct word, as images of
the mentioned nightmare came back to him...
He was heading to the sakura tree,
actually for the branches he used to sit on, since he was on Elementary School.
He couldn't see anyone around and a soft, pleasant breeze was blowing. As he
approached the tree, he saw the shape of a teenage girl, sitting under it. She
was surrounded by the pink cherry blossom petals that were falling from above;
and soon, as a pleasant shiver went all through his body, he recognized her
lovely, indescribably bright emerald eyes and the sweet, natural smile on her
face, both features that had enchanted him since he was a child... and of
course her beautifully sculptured body.
When he was almost reaching her, stunned
by the way the breeze made her honey auburn bangs brush her delicate,
angel-like face, making the girl more gorgeous than she already was, he noticed
a male figure beside her. He was wearing a black mantle, and the warrior felt
the enraged, and yet firmly restrained dark aura that surrounded his body. He
was talking cheerfully with the already-mentioned young woman, and she was
smiling at him. One of those smiles that could make anyone's heart melt in a
heartbeat.
Li stopped, clenching his fists, as he
noticed a break in their conversation. Her partner slowly slid his arms around
her slim waist, as she closed her eyes. The sorcerer watched in crescent rage,
as the unknown man did what he hadn't dared for six years. They slightly bent
their heads to the side, bringing their faces closer...and then, Syaoran woke
up, calling out for Sakura.
"Has that dream meant anything?" He
hoped not. The prophetic dreams he used to have when he was about eleven years
old had never been wrong, but maybe that wasn't the same… or he just wanted to
believe it wasn't.
Li stood up and walked slowly towards his
window. As he looked outside, his amber eyes focused on a certain house.
Closing them, he concentrated on something he still didn't know what it was.
Suddenly, a strange, pleasant heat filled his whole body: he had felt Sakura's
warm, pinkish aura. He was sure she was also awake.
"No time for dirty thinking, Syaoran.
Concentrate!"
He tried once again; reluctantly ignoring
the aura that made his heart beat uncontrollably faster in his chest. This
time, he felt a great, unknown source of power… not an evil power, but an aura
full of anger and hatred. Just like that aura in the dream. And it was
challenging him, somehow. Opening his eyes once again, he spoke to himself:
- Something is going to happen soon... and
it won't be good. I have the feeling that I must stay in here tomorrow... I
think I'll practice with my sword: I bet I'll regret later if I don't…
So, the
most powerful male descendant of Clow Reed decided that he wouldn't go to
school the next morning, but practice and wait. He wouldn't see the Card
Mistress tomorrow, but he was sure would get to know if something was wrong...
at least with Sakura....
