Meant to Be
Chapter 2: Music of the Heart
by OrchidAngel
Author's Note: None of the characters belong to me. Clamp owns all the characters. ^_^
BTW, please R&R, since this is my first fanfic. If I get enough response, I'll continue to keep writing.
Synopsis: Sakura has turned down Syaoran's invitation to tutor her because she has a doctor's appointment, but Syaoran misunderstands and thinks she likes someone else...
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"~~~" Scene change
"" Character's thoughts
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The sweet, yet mournful melody floated down from a bare cherry tree, its composer pouring his heart and soul into the bamboo flute at his lips. The song had a clear and aching quality that brought tears to the eyes of all those who heard it that night in the park.
Syaoran, perched on the limb of a sakura tree, his hair tousled in the slight breeze, had his eyes closed, his entire being wrapped up in his haunting melody, the melody that described the turmoil and pain within his heart. He fought back tears as he thought about the past--his past with Sakura.
The first time they had met...
All those captures of the Clow Card when he called her "baka" and refused to accept her as Clow Mistress at first, finally acquiescing after she had conquered Yue...
The time when she had turned to him for comfort and being rejected by Yukito, and he had said that he knew that she would find someone else who loved her...
The moment he had confessed his love for her...
When, just as he was leaving, Sakura had told him that she loved him, too and had given him the bear he named Sakura...
Then, when he had returned five years later and told her that he was unsure of how he felt, that all that had happened before was just childhood silliness, and that he needed time apart to think about his feelings for her...
When, as he turned around to leave, she, with tears in her eyes, had promised that she would wait for eternity for him to see clearly what his heart was telling him...
Now--now that he finally realized that he truly loved and was going to tell her so, he was too late and had lost her. He had made her wait too long, and she had found someone else.
Tears threatened to fall from his eyes; it was something he had not felt for years, when at his father's funeral, at the age of three, he had vowed never again to cry or to love anyone too deeply.
As the song rose to a climax, he suddenly stopped, lowering the flute from his lips.
He knew what he would do.
He would distance himself from her. Since he loved her too much to let her be hurt, he would step aside for the other person, though he did not know who it was. He knew that if he said anything, she might feel bad for him and give up her own happiness, as she was so selfless. But he did not want her pity. At the end of the school year, he would return to Hong Kong, this time for good.
His mind made up, he lifted the flute back to his lips. This time he played a melody that was just as sad as the first, but with a sense of determination mixed within.
The flute he played was a beautiful instrument, something he had inherited from his father. It was made of golden-colored bamboo and upon it were carved intricate pictures. It was said that his father had been a wonderful healer and flutist, and that one night he had, by some intuition, gone outside to look at the moon. His sight caught upon something bright in the bamboo thicket. When he came closer, he saw it was a single golden bamboo stalk. He cut it down and created the flute out of it. Some believed that the flute had magical powers that could heal all wounds, and others said that, whenever Syaoran's father played the flute to his patients, they recovered faster.
To Syaoran, though, the flute was just a way to express his feelings. He had taught himself to play it, and he often created his own melodies, as he did tonight. Somehow his fingers knew what to do without his thinking.
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Sakura, on the way home from the doctor's office, heard the two melodies. She would have gone to investigate, but she was too tired. Her heart also bore a heavy burden. Dr. Yamakazi had said that his drug could not cure such advanced cancer, but he could help ease the pain. Listening to the second melody, though it was still mournful, her heart seemed to lighten; the song seemed so close, so personal, so comforting, as though its creator was feeling the sadness and determination she was feeling, too.
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Author's Notes: Awww, isn't that so sad? Syaoran loves Sakura so much that he would be willing to give her up for the sake of her happiness....*sniff, sniff* I'm gonna go cry now....
K, R/R and tell me what you think, working on next chapter...
BTW, if you want me to let you know when I have my next chapter up, just e- mail me at OrchidAngel83@yahoo.com, and I'll add you to my mailing list...
OrchidAngel ^_^
Chapter 2: Music of the Heart
by OrchidAngel
Author's Note: None of the characters belong to me. Clamp owns all the characters. ^_^
BTW, please R&R, since this is my first fanfic. If I get enough response, I'll continue to keep writing.
Synopsis: Sakura has turned down Syaoran's invitation to tutor her because she has a doctor's appointment, but Syaoran misunderstands and thinks she likes someone else...
Symbols:
"~~~" Scene change
"" Character's thoughts
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sweet, yet mournful melody floated down from a bare cherry tree, its composer pouring his heart and soul into the bamboo flute at his lips. The song had a clear and aching quality that brought tears to the eyes of all those who heard it that night in the park.
Syaoran, perched on the limb of a sakura tree, his hair tousled in the slight breeze, had his eyes closed, his entire being wrapped up in his haunting melody, the melody that described the turmoil and pain within his heart. He fought back tears as he thought about the past--his past with Sakura.
The first time they had met...
All those captures of the Clow Card when he called her "baka" and refused to accept her as Clow Mistress at first, finally acquiescing after she had conquered Yue...
The time when she had turned to him for comfort and being rejected by Yukito, and he had said that he knew that she would find someone else who loved her...
The moment he had confessed his love for her...
When, just as he was leaving, Sakura had told him that she loved him, too and had given him the bear he named Sakura...
Then, when he had returned five years later and told her that he was unsure of how he felt, that all that had happened before was just childhood silliness, and that he needed time apart to think about his feelings for her...
When, as he turned around to leave, she, with tears in her eyes, had promised that she would wait for eternity for him to see clearly what his heart was telling him...
Now--now that he finally realized that he truly loved and was going to tell her so, he was too late and had lost her. He had made her wait too long, and she had found someone else.
Tears threatened to fall from his eyes; it was something he had not felt for years, when at his father's funeral, at the age of three, he had vowed never again to cry or to love anyone too deeply.
As the song rose to a climax, he suddenly stopped, lowering the flute from his lips.
He knew what he would do.
He would distance himself from her. Since he loved her too much to let her be hurt, he would step aside for the other person, though he did not know who it was. He knew that if he said anything, she might feel bad for him and give up her own happiness, as she was so selfless. But he did not want her pity. At the end of the school year, he would return to Hong Kong, this time for good.
His mind made up, he lifted the flute back to his lips. This time he played a melody that was just as sad as the first, but with a sense of determination mixed within.
The flute he played was a beautiful instrument, something he had inherited from his father. It was made of golden-colored bamboo and upon it were carved intricate pictures. It was said that his father had been a wonderful healer and flutist, and that one night he had, by some intuition, gone outside to look at the moon. His sight caught upon something bright in the bamboo thicket. When he came closer, he saw it was a single golden bamboo stalk. He cut it down and created the flute out of it. Some believed that the flute had magical powers that could heal all wounds, and others said that, whenever Syaoran's father played the flute to his patients, they recovered faster.
To Syaoran, though, the flute was just a way to express his feelings. He had taught himself to play it, and he often created his own melodies, as he did tonight. Somehow his fingers knew what to do without his thinking.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sakura, on the way home from the doctor's office, heard the two melodies. She would have gone to investigate, but she was too tired. Her heart also bore a heavy burden. Dr. Yamakazi had said that his drug could not cure such advanced cancer, but he could help ease the pain. Listening to the second melody, though it was still mournful, her heart seemed to lighten; the song seemed so close, so personal, so comforting, as though its creator was feeling the sadness and determination she was feeling, too.
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Author's Notes: Awww, isn't that so sad? Syaoran loves Sakura so much that he would be willing to give her up for the sake of her happiness....*sniff, sniff* I'm gonna go cry now....
K, R/R and tell me what you think, working on next chapter...
BTW, if you want me to let you know when I have my next chapter up, just e- mail me at OrchidAngel83@yahoo.com, and I'll add you to my mailing list...
OrchidAngel ^_^