Love For So Long
Disclaimers: I don't own CCS, CLAMP does..... you wouldn't be able to sue me anyways... *looks at
empty pockets*.......
Author's Notes:
Don't ask me where I came up with this idea. It doesn't really fit in the storyline at all...
It's just wierd. Read for yourself.... _
Syaoran is finally coming back to Japan, but his joy soon turns to depression when he meets
Sakura for the first time in over five years. But then.. someone begins stalking Sakura, and word
goes around that someone wants Sakura killed. Can Syaoran save Sakura before she herself is dead?
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Prologue
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A knife was placed carefully on the soft flesh, slowly piercing it's way in. Too slow.
Excurciatingly slow. Then, with a sudden strike, the kife cut through the flesh of the peach.
Again, it repeated; only hitting the seed this time. The owner of the kife screamed in pain as
the finger was cut. The owner screamed, then calmed down. Then the person stomped and, in rage,
threw the knife towards the wall. The remaining peach juice rapidly ran down.
"Happiness.. it is all a person wants... it is all that I can't have..." the person said in a
rasp tone.
The person fell on the knees. Then a hand reached up to the counter and grabbed half a peach,
which soon met the teeth. After one bite, the person let the peach fall to the floor. After a
moment of silence, the person got up and, disregarding the juice seeping into the clothes,
proceeded to another room. With dragging feet, the person sat down on the chair and turned on a
small light. The rest of the surroundings were all dark.
"If happiness only comes to people as a reward.. what do I have to do to get it?" the person
mumbled.
Trembling fingers reached for a folder on a shelf. It revealed paper. Paper with an ample
amount of death threats and plans. Paper with blood on it. Paper with horrible things a normal
person wouldn't think about.
"Or... if it's possible to have one's happiness taken away..."
The person's sleepless eyes fumbled around until they found a framed picture on the desk. The
glass shattered as it made contact with the person's fist. It slightly scratched the picture
inside. A picture of Sakura and Syaoran.
"Damn him. Damn them. They took it away. They took away all my happiness... how dare they?!"
The person grabbed a pair of scissors and cradled it. Then the person took the picture and
cut it up into pieces.
"You'll never be happy. You both will never be happy. I'll make sure of it. I'll make sure you
live in depression for the rest of your life. I'll make sure of it. You can trust me on that."
The person started to chuckle, then the chuckle turned into laughter. Soon, the laughter
exploded with huge outburts.
"Go to Hell, go to Hell, go to Hell. Go down, burn with your sins! Burn eternally until you
suffer, and after that, you shall suffer some more! Suffer! Suffer! And while you're down there,
you can wait for me. And when I arrive, I'll make you suffer even more!"
After a few minutes of rowdiness, the person calmed down and broke down into tears. The
person grabbed a book, opened it, then slammed it shut. The person tossed it aside.
"Your magic killed my happiness. Now my magic will kill yours. How very ironic. You'll die of
magic! Your very source of power! And now I have the power!"
The person started to laugh again, louder than it was before. Soon there were small glowing
bulbs of light, lighting up the dark room. Then, the laughter died down.
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OOooooo. Scary. How was that for a horrific prologue? XP
Who is this freak? This... this... violence addict? .... ._.;; don't ask me. How'm I supposed to
know? I'm only the author of this fic.. *slowly shrinks away*
Now, onward, to the first chapter!
~*AngelSakura*~
Disclaimers: I don't own CCS, CLAMP does..... you wouldn't be able to sue me anyways... *looks at
empty pockets*.......
Author's Notes:
Don't ask me where I came up with this idea. It doesn't really fit in the storyline at all...
It's just wierd. Read for yourself.... _
Syaoran is finally coming back to Japan, but his joy soon turns to depression when he meets
Sakura for the first time in over five years. But then.. someone begins stalking Sakura, and word
goes around that someone wants Sakura killed. Can Syaoran save Sakura before she herself is dead?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prologue
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A knife was placed carefully on the soft flesh, slowly piercing it's way in. Too slow.
Excurciatingly slow. Then, with a sudden strike, the kife cut through the flesh of the peach.
Again, it repeated; only hitting the seed this time. The owner of the kife screamed in pain as
the finger was cut. The owner screamed, then calmed down. Then the person stomped and, in rage,
threw the knife towards the wall. The remaining peach juice rapidly ran down.
"Happiness.. it is all a person wants... it is all that I can't have..." the person said in a
rasp tone.
The person fell on the knees. Then a hand reached up to the counter and grabbed half a peach,
which soon met the teeth. After one bite, the person let the peach fall to the floor. After a
moment of silence, the person got up and, disregarding the juice seeping into the clothes,
proceeded to another room. With dragging feet, the person sat down on the chair and turned on a
small light. The rest of the surroundings were all dark.
"If happiness only comes to people as a reward.. what do I have to do to get it?" the person
mumbled.
Trembling fingers reached for a folder on a shelf. It revealed paper. Paper with an ample
amount of death threats and plans. Paper with blood on it. Paper with horrible things a normal
person wouldn't think about.
"Or... if it's possible to have one's happiness taken away..."
The person's sleepless eyes fumbled around until they found a framed picture on the desk. The
glass shattered as it made contact with the person's fist. It slightly scratched the picture
inside. A picture of Sakura and Syaoran.
"Damn him. Damn them. They took it away. They took away all my happiness... how dare they?!"
The person grabbed a pair of scissors and cradled it. Then the person took the picture and
cut it up into pieces.
"You'll never be happy. You both will never be happy. I'll make sure of it. I'll make sure you
live in depression for the rest of your life. I'll make sure of it. You can trust me on that."
The person started to chuckle, then the chuckle turned into laughter. Soon, the laughter
exploded with huge outburts.
"Go to Hell, go to Hell, go to Hell. Go down, burn with your sins! Burn eternally until you
suffer, and after that, you shall suffer some more! Suffer! Suffer! And while you're down there,
you can wait for me. And when I arrive, I'll make you suffer even more!"
After a few minutes of rowdiness, the person calmed down and broke down into tears. The
person grabbed a book, opened it, then slammed it shut. The person tossed it aside.
"Your magic killed my happiness. Now my magic will kill yours. How very ironic. You'll die of
magic! Your very source of power! And now I have the power!"
The person started to laugh again, louder than it was before. Soon there were small glowing
bulbs of light, lighting up the dark room. Then, the laughter died down.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
OOooooo. Scary. How was that for a horrific prologue? XP
Who is this freak? This... this... violence addict? .... ._.;; don't ask me. How'm I supposed to
know? I'm only the author of this fic.. *slowly shrinks away*
Now, onward, to the first chapter!
~*AngelSakura*~
