Discliamer: Clamp owns Sakura! Not me! Don't hurt meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AN: This is very sad... *sobsob* Sakura's dead, and Syoaran's turned into an empty shell... But there's a way to bring her back! *note to people who read this before* I've decided you need bigger doses with longer amounts of time inbetween. Yay!
Resurection
Chapter 1- The Fall
Syoaran watched.
Helpless.
"Sakura! Don't!"
It was no use. He didn't know what was going on. Sakura was under a spell. The Key of the Seal was at her house... useless against the spell. She was only fourteen... Too young to die...
For one second, she was normal. "I'm going to die." she said tentatively. "I can feel it. I'm sorry. I love you... Don't forget me-" Then, her eyes turned that horrible hollow white, and she jumped off the building to the cars below.
She was dead before she hit the ground.
"SAKURA!"
***
He woke up. The same nightmare... a replay of the thing that happened. He looked at the picture of Sakura by his bedside. "Beautiful... She was beautiful..."
Eighteen years old. Some people said that he wasn't healthy, hanging on to her after she had been dead so long. But if he forgot, if he allowed himself to let go for even a second, she might really *die*...
School. He had wanted to stop after she died, but... Fujitaka had insisted. he had been kind, taken Syoaran in to his house, helping him... Letting him be closer to her. He was in her room.. Even Touya was being nicer to him. He didn't mind. He didn't even care anymore.
He got dressed, then went down just before Fujitaka called...
"Breakfast! Oh, Syaoran... I'm sorry, just an old habit. It's been a long time, but Sakur-"
He stopped dead. Tears were forming in both their eyes. Syaoran caught them before they got out of control.
Touya walked in. "Hello."
"H-hello..." The tremor was still in his voice. He quickly sat down and ate. Clearing his plate, he grabbed his things and went off for school in the motorbike he bought.
Thus ariving at school, he walked into class. Some girls giggled, some went into dream-states. The rest of the day went normally. He was a loner. At school he was an empty shell. A lot of the girls in school really liked him. Of course, he never had a relationship with any of them. It would seem like cheating.
Then a note was passed to him. He read it. Neat handwriting. 'Meet me at the cherry blossom tree after school.'
He went. It turned out to be Aiko, a girl in his class. The prettiest, most popular girl in school- dreamed of and wanted by all the other guys. Nothing in comparison to Sakura, though, no matter what anyone else thought.
He spoke with almost no expression. "What do you want?"
A giggle. "Oh, Syaoran-kun... I wanted to talk to you."
"Don't call me by my name. What did you want to say?"
She moved very close to him. A bit too close. "Why don't you let anyone in your life?"
"I don't want to talk about it. Leave me alone."
She scowled playfully. "It's that Sakura girl, isn't it? She always was such a bitch, never wanted to share you with anyone. It's been four years... C'mon, forget her." Her hands moved to the back of his neck and clasped.
He didn't speak.
She leaned in as if to kiss him, eyes closed and smiling like a hunter going in for the kill.
He threw her away, letting her fall to the ground with a dull thud. It probably hurt a lot. The thought was comforting.
"But why, Syaoran-kun? Why won't you let me in? I want you!"
"It would be cheating."
"But she's DEAD!"
His eyes opened wide, then he ran to his house. Left here, right there... He ran all the way up to her room, pausing to put on slippers, then stared at her picture as he sobbed.
"I'm... sorry..."
***
He sobbed there until he fell asleep. And then he had the same reacurring nightmare, where he was helpless to stop her death...
He skipped school. He didn't want to face it.
The phone rang.
He could answer it, or not..
He answered.
"Li Syoran speaking."
"Syoaran? Hello." His mother.
"Mother?" He was a tiny bit surprised, but didn't change the expression in his voice.
"Yes, dear. Please come home." She had been asking him to for quite awhile. He never agreed, though his house was the smallest bit comforting. He thought he could hold on better here than in Hong Kong.
"Mother, I've told you. I do not wish to come home. I'm fine here."
"Dear, I know how hurt you are, losing her. But I've been thinking... What if we could bring her back?"
"It's impossible." He knew this was the only thing to say. It was the complete and utter truth, as far as he knew.
"You could research in some of Clow's Books. Please. It just might be possible."
He thought for a moment. It was to almost good to be true. But there could be a way... And if there was, and he didn't even try to find it... It would be even more his fault. He didn't want that at all.
"I'm coming, mother. Expect me home soon."
***
He bought a ticket to Hong Kong. Sakura had always loved planes... The view from the window of one. The swirled clouds, the tiny streets... No wonder.
She might be able to ride in one again.
If resurection worked. Although not visable to anyone but himself, a tiny glimmer of hope had started inside himself. Faint, but there. Like a match lit inside himself. If he could bring her back, the match would turn into a fire, the warm feeling of love.
He got on his flight, and waited for the plane to fly to Hong Kong. He could think here. If Sakura could be resurected, would she be fourteen still? Or his age? He didn't care. As long as it was Sakura. Not Aiko. Aiko would never, ever replace Sakura. Could never.
But a dark thought grew in his mind. What if Sakura didn't want to be resurected? Would she hate him? And what if they couldn't resurect her at all?
The flight ended. He took a taxi to where his house was. The ride was long, but he lasted through it. The thought of Sakura kept him going. Finally he arrived at his house. He payed the taxi driver, and walked through the large gate, up the stairs and into the front room.
His mother was glad to see him, she rushed over to hug him and greet him and show him to his sisters... But he skipped right to the library. He had only come here for that.
He glanced up at the tall ceiling and the oak shelves. It would take a while to find out how... But it was worth it. He spent day after day there, eating there, sleeping little. Dozing on occaision, weak...
This went on for three days. He was just finished his either thirty-fifth or fifty-third, he didn't remember or care... He was almost ready to give up, to go back... Then something made him turn around, and glance at the shelf near the table he was at...
A faint glow came from it, a old, used-looking book at the very edge of one of the shelves. He opened it. He had to dust it off. It had proabably never been read.
He heart beat fast. He thought of her face, the white hollow eyes as she fell from the top of the tower...
The book was called Life and Death by Clow Reed. He looked in the table of contents. Afterlife, Fear of Death, The Meaning of Life, Long-Living...
The very last chapter.
Titled 'Resurection.'
AN: This is very sad... *sobsob* Sakura's dead, and Syoaran's turned into an empty shell... But there's a way to bring her back! *note to people who read this before* I've decided you need bigger doses with longer amounts of time inbetween. Yay!
Resurection
Chapter 1- The Fall
Syoaran watched.
Helpless.
"Sakura! Don't!"
It was no use. He didn't know what was going on. Sakura was under a spell. The Key of the Seal was at her house... useless against the spell. She was only fourteen... Too young to die...
For one second, she was normal. "I'm going to die." she said tentatively. "I can feel it. I'm sorry. I love you... Don't forget me-" Then, her eyes turned that horrible hollow white, and she jumped off the building to the cars below.
She was dead before she hit the ground.
"SAKURA!"
***
He woke up. The same nightmare... a replay of the thing that happened. He looked at the picture of Sakura by his bedside. "Beautiful... She was beautiful..."
Eighteen years old. Some people said that he wasn't healthy, hanging on to her after she had been dead so long. But if he forgot, if he allowed himself to let go for even a second, she might really *die*...
School. He had wanted to stop after she died, but... Fujitaka had insisted. he had been kind, taken Syoaran in to his house, helping him... Letting him be closer to her. He was in her room.. Even Touya was being nicer to him. He didn't mind. He didn't even care anymore.
He got dressed, then went down just before Fujitaka called...
"Breakfast! Oh, Syaoran... I'm sorry, just an old habit. It's been a long time, but Sakur-"
He stopped dead. Tears were forming in both their eyes. Syaoran caught them before they got out of control.
Touya walked in. "Hello."
"H-hello..." The tremor was still in his voice. He quickly sat down and ate. Clearing his plate, he grabbed his things and went off for school in the motorbike he bought.
Thus ariving at school, he walked into class. Some girls giggled, some went into dream-states. The rest of the day went normally. He was a loner. At school he was an empty shell. A lot of the girls in school really liked him. Of course, he never had a relationship with any of them. It would seem like cheating.
Then a note was passed to him. He read it. Neat handwriting. 'Meet me at the cherry blossom tree after school.'
He went. It turned out to be Aiko, a girl in his class. The prettiest, most popular girl in school- dreamed of and wanted by all the other guys. Nothing in comparison to Sakura, though, no matter what anyone else thought.
He spoke with almost no expression. "What do you want?"
A giggle. "Oh, Syaoran-kun... I wanted to talk to you."
"Don't call me by my name. What did you want to say?"
She moved very close to him. A bit too close. "Why don't you let anyone in your life?"
"I don't want to talk about it. Leave me alone."
She scowled playfully. "It's that Sakura girl, isn't it? She always was such a bitch, never wanted to share you with anyone. It's been four years... C'mon, forget her." Her hands moved to the back of his neck and clasped.
He didn't speak.
She leaned in as if to kiss him, eyes closed and smiling like a hunter going in for the kill.
He threw her away, letting her fall to the ground with a dull thud. It probably hurt a lot. The thought was comforting.
"But why, Syaoran-kun? Why won't you let me in? I want you!"
"It would be cheating."
"But she's DEAD!"
His eyes opened wide, then he ran to his house. Left here, right there... He ran all the way up to her room, pausing to put on slippers, then stared at her picture as he sobbed.
"I'm... sorry..."
***
He sobbed there until he fell asleep. And then he had the same reacurring nightmare, where he was helpless to stop her death...
He skipped school. He didn't want to face it.
The phone rang.
He could answer it, or not..
He answered.
"Li Syoran speaking."
"Syoaran? Hello." His mother.
"Mother?" He was a tiny bit surprised, but didn't change the expression in his voice.
"Yes, dear. Please come home." She had been asking him to for quite awhile. He never agreed, though his house was the smallest bit comforting. He thought he could hold on better here than in Hong Kong.
"Mother, I've told you. I do not wish to come home. I'm fine here."
"Dear, I know how hurt you are, losing her. But I've been thinking... What if we could bring her back?"
"It's impossible." He knew this was the only thing to say. It was the complete and utter truth, as far as he knew.
"You could research in some of Clow's Books. Please. It just might be possible."
He thought for a moment. It was to almost good to be true. But there could be a way... And if there was, and he didn't even try to find it... It would be even more his fault. He didn't want that at all.
"I'm coming, mother. Expect me home soon."
***
He bought a ticket to Hong Kong. Sakura had always loved planes... The view from the window of one. The swirled clouds, the tiny streets... No wonder.
She might be able to ride in one again.
If resurection worked. Although not visable to anyone but himself, a tiny glimmer of hope had started inside himself. Faint, but there. Like a match lit inside himself. If he could bring her back, the match would turn into a fire, the warm feeling of love.
He got on his flight, and waited for the plane to fly to Hong Kong. He could think here. If Sakura could be resurected, would she be fourteen still? Or his age? He didn't care. As long as it was Sakura. Not Aiko. Aiko would never, ever replace Sakura. Could never.
But a dark thought grew in his mind. What if Sakura didn't want to be resurected? Would she hate him? And what if they couldn't resurect her at all?
The flight ended. He took a taxi to where his house was. The ride was long, but he lasted through it. The thought of Sakura kept him going. Finally he arrived at his house. He payed the taxi driver, and walked through the large gate, up the stairs and into the front room.
His mother was glad to see him, she rushed over to hug him and greet him and show him to his sisters... But he skipped right to the library. He had only come here for that.
He glanced up at the tall ceiling and the oak shelves. It would take a while to find out how... But it was worth it. He spent day after day there, eating there, sleeping little. Dozing on occaision, weak...
This went on for three days. He was just finished his either thirty-fifth or fifty-third, he didn't remember or care... He was almost ready to give up, to go back... Then something made him turn around, and glance at the shelf near the table he was at...
A faint glow came from it, a old, used-looking book at the very edge of one of the shelves. He opened it. He had to dust it off. It had proabably never been read.
He heart beat fast. He thought of her face, the white hollow eyes as she fell from the top of the tower...
The book was called Life and Death by Clow Reed. He looked in the table of contents. Afterlife, Fear of Death, The Meaning of Life, Long-Living...
The very last chapter.
Titled 'Resurection.'