Chapter 6- Flowers and notes..From whom?
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Syaoran was about to wind up the window when someone jumped up and stuck his head into the window, saying in a raspy voice and sputtering saliva at Syaoran's face. "Don't leave me!"
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Syaoran's eyes grew round in shock. He jumped back and jammed his finger on the window's controls, winding the window, crushing the old man's finger.
Syaoran snickered and wound down a slit of the window, fast enough for the old man's finger to slip out. The old man howled shaking his throbbing finger, his eyes watering as he hopped from foot to foot in pain. His round hat on his head dropped and his white-haired wig slipped from his head, cascading to the floor. His eyes popped out and his face coloured. He bent down to grab the hat and wig, cracking his back in the process.
The driver started the ignition of the car sending exhaust fumes into the elderly man's face. Coughing and sputtering, the grabbed his wig and hat and ran after the car holding his back and calling out, "Don't go! * Cough * Wait for meeeee!"
Syaoran smiled with satisfaction at a certain thought. The voiced his thoughts,
"Am I going home now? Am I free to go?"
The driver of the limousine looked back at Syaoran and smiled. He tipped his sunglasses down his nose and said, "Yea, you can go."
Syaoran was overjoyed. He pumped his fist into the air, howling in pain when he hit the roof of the car.
"Erhmm, I'm not done."
Syaoran blinked and looked at him.
"You're now free to go to another hospital."
Syaoran's heart dropped to his feet. He sighed and slumped back into his seat.
"Who organized this transfer?" asked Syaoran.
The driver picked a spot at his chin and said, "They said it was a hot babe. A certain girl with brownish hair and emerald green eyes."
Syaoran's heart started to beat faster and his eyes softened. "Who was it. Name?"
"Oh, erm, the hospital receptionist said it was a girl named Wei, your servant I hear."
Syaoran: Fell down anime style.
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Lightning illuminated the sky, casting light on Syaoran's face. Rain lashed at the window. Syaoran sat on a white plastic chair, watching buckets over buckets of rain empty themselves on the window.
"LET ME IN!" someone hollered outside the hospital ward.
Syaoran went over to the white ward door, opening it a little crack.
The old man, who followed the car here, was trying to get past the nurses. He was tracking a trail of muck on the white scrubbed linoleum. The nurses were keeping their distance, trying to prevent their white uniforms from getting tracked with dirt.
"I'm here to visit someone! Let me in!" The old man bellowed. He tried to push his way past the nurse but got stopped by some guards who were dressed smartly in white starched uniforms. They grabbed the aged man by his arms, putting their hands under his armpits and pulling him away.
The nurses called after him, "We're not allowed to let you in. You'll pass some other sickness to the already sick patients!"
Syaoran snickered and backed into the room shutting the door behind him. He crossed over to the bed and sat on its white starched bed sheets. The room was lit with strong white fluorescent light, filling every corner of the room with light. The bedside table was painted a blinding white. The walls were pure angelic white. (Well, what can I say? It's all white!)
* Knock *
Syaoran jumped in alarm. "Who is it?"
"Flower service." A man's deep voice answered. Syaoran could hear some rustling of plastic on the other side.
"Come in." Syaoran adjusted his white and green polka-dotted shirt that the hospital had provided for him.
Someone walked in holding a huge bunch of flowers, which covered his face. He set the flowers on Syaoran's table with much rustling. Syaoran signed on a clipboard that was thrust under his nose.
"Who's it from?" said Syaoran reading the card.
The man rubbed his chin that was bristling with moustache and peered down on the clipboard, "Erm, a weird name. ARU..'ARUKAS'?!"
The man walked out of the room, his heavy boots pounded on the floor.
Syaoran frowned and picked up the card nestled in the midst of marigolds and many cherry blossoms.
'Syaoran,
Get well soon, cause you will have to face many challenges, soon. Confused? You always were. Here, this will help your next challenge:
For now you rest, but soon you will fight. Take care,
For he doesn't tire.
For years he has fought,
For years he has won.
Forever he will stay fifth, but a cut above the rest.
He is blunt, very, but in other ways sharp.
His pride and powers will get stronger with every time he hurts you.
Beware of the shiny object he wields ever so quickly at you.
Once lost, his defense and attack will wither.
Beware of what you do for he blends well, very.
When practicing anything, take this in mind.
Take care challenger, take care.
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A speedy recovery for you!
Arukas
Arukas '
Puzzled, Syaoran folded the card and placed it back in the bouquet of flowers. He scratched his head and frowned.
'Maybe it's not mine.. Maybe someone sharing the same name' thought Syaoran.
'But how many Syaoran's are there?' a small little voice said in his brain.
Syaoran walked over to the door the message still deeply embedded in his mind. He decided to take a walk.
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~ Crossfire hangout ~
The hallway was dimly lit. A soft glow was emitted from the living room where everyone was gathered. Sakura was pacing the room, making a small trail on cream fur carpet. The rest of Crossfire watched her curiously.
'Can't stand it!' thought Sakura, on the verge of exploding with worry.
She crossed over to the phone and picked up the receiver.
* Ding * Sakura dialed the number four.
She paused, suddenly aware of the rest of Crossfire's eyes on her. She put down the receiver back into the cradle gently and quietly. She crept out of the room, wanting to use the kitchen's phone.
Ketaru said, "Sakura, can I fight with that erm..what's his name-"
"Li Syaoran!" Sakura assisted him.
"Oh! Yeah, Li Syaoran. Can I please? I'm dying of boredom!"
"Are you nuts? Out of your mind?! He just got hurt and got sent to the hospital! You want to hurt him more?!" Sakura shouted.
Akito eyed Sakura curiously and slyly. "Who do you know he was admitted to the hospital? After that fall, no one could survive, furthermore with your heavy weight on him or her."
Sakura: Death Glare
"He won't die that easily, I vis..erm, I was just guessing." Sakura stuttered.
Ketaru stood up and said indignantly, "But, if he's in the hospital, even if I hurt him, no one needs to rush him to the hospital. He'll be already there. Saves all the trouble."
Everybody: Sweat-drop.
"Don't go near him!" Sakura huffed out of the room.
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~ A few minutes later after thinking in her room ~
Sakura crept down the hallway leading to the garage. She slid open the door as quietly as she could, trying not a rouse anyone's attention. She got in her red convertible, starting the ignition. She cringed as the sound filled the whole garage. She backed down the driveway onto the road.
A few meters from away from the house, under a large cherry blossom tree, someone was waiting. That person started his or her car- a yellow convertible and drove in the direction where Sakura was heading.
Sakura let down the top of her convertible. Cool air rushed through her hair. She adjusted her rearview mirror. Something caught her eye.
She stopped at the traffic junction and looked once again into the mirror. She was quick enough to see a very familiar looking yellow convertible parked a few meters behind hers in front of a shabby shack. The convertible apparently had its top up and was too far away to see who was inside. Suddenly, she smiled to herself.
Once the light had turned green, she put the gear to drive mode and shot off into a deserted lane. She pressed her foot on the pedal, gathering speed, now and then checking her rearview mirror. Yes, she or he was following her. Sakura smiled and took a sharp turning to the left. The car behind her only just barely scraped the curb. Sakura grinned once again and started to press her foot harder on the pedal, shooting down the straight road at an incredibly high speed. Her grin could only grow wider as she suddenly shifted her foot to the brake pedal, jamming it hard. The car screeched on the road leaving tire marks in its wake.
The yellow convertible shot past her. Sakura caught a glimpse of the driver and her grin faded a little.
A little distance ahead, the yellow car's driver slammed on the brakes and turned ninety degrees to the side.
Both drivers got out of the car. Sakura caught a glimpse of flaming orange hair- Akito's. Sakura's grinned grew wider as she chuckled to herself. She leaned lazily on the door or the convertible and shouted across to Akito, "So, what are you doing all the way out here?"
Akito ran her hand through her hair and rested her elbow on the car's roof. "Same goes to you."
"I for one am going to the hospital!" Sakura shot back.
"And what about the hospital?" Akito started to grin.
"I..I am going..going, going for a body check up!" stuttered Sakura.
"Oh yeah, and for what reason?"
"I feel like it. Just, just stay out of my business and STOP FOLLOWING ME!!!"
Sakura jumped into her car slamming the door. She shot past Akito's car, leaving Akito's hair whirling in the wind. Akito stared at her disappearing car shadow, knitting her eyebrows into an angry frown and kicking her car tire in frustration.
Sakura chuckled in satisfaction. She cruised along the road at a leisurely pace before turning into a basement car park.
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After wandering around the hospital for awhile, Sakura finally found the backyard garden. At that time, the garden was filled with cherry blossom trees in full bloom and a river, which didn't look that deep to Sakura, was set all the way behind. A rickety but beautiful bridge was stretched across the river.
Syaoran was by the river, letting the water run through his fingers. Sakura's eyes softened and she walked over to a gigantic tree and sat on one of its low branches, watching him.
Syaoran walked over to the bridge. He limped to the middle of the bridge and rested his elbow on the handles. He put his chin in his hands and looked down into the river.
Sakura smiled.
* Crack! *
* Boom! *
* Splash! *
Everyone around the backyard looked at Syaoran, their eyes widening in horror. Sakura jumped out from the tree, scraping her leg on its rough bark.
Syaoran was on the bridge, a split second later, he was struggling in the water. A wave of cold water washed over his head and his breath got caught in his throat. His chest felt tight and he couldn't breathe. His leg felt numb. He couldn't move it. His arms weren't ready for vigorous exercise yet. His leg couldn't touch the riverbed, it was too deep. He sputtered, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of water. He started to struggle.
"He..lp.." Water rushed into his mouth, choking his lungs.
Ignoring the excruciating pain in his side, he broke the surface gasping for air and shouted. Beside him someone splashed into the water grabbing him at the chest with the crook of him or her arm. He blacked out.
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~ Same scene same time, different person ~
Sakura took a deep breath and plunged into the water. Cold water rushed over her head She got a shock from the impact and swam up to the surface gasping for air.
'It's deeper than I thought!'
The cool air stung her cheeks and she flipped over, swimming down to grab Syaoran by the chest. She broke the surface. Using every one of her survival skills she learnt, she pulled Syaoran back to the shore, careful not the hurt him.
She slumped onto the shore, gasping for air, placing Syaoran on the grass. She checked his pulse when she realized that he wasn't conscious. Worry was written all over her face.
Automatically, she bent down, putting her lips to Syaoran's. She pumped his chest.
By now, there was already a group of bystanders gathering around them.
She breathed into his mouth, squeezing his nose shut.
Syaoran's eyes fluttered open and he looked straight into Sakura's shocked emerald green pools...
To be continued..
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angelz of cherry-petals: So, how was that? I lurrvvvrve ending at cliffhangers! Makes you wonder. (Smiles evilly ^-^) Please review! Does any of you want a biography of the whole of Crossfire, maybe except Sakura. If you do, e-mail me or mention it in the reviews. I'll do one if you want.
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Syaoran was about to wind up the window when someone jumped up and stuck his head into the window, saying in a raspy voice and sputtering saliva at Syaoran's face. "Don't leave me!"
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Syaoran's eyes grew round in shock. He jumped back and jammed his finger on the window's controls, winding the window, crushing the old man's finger.
Syaoran snickered and wound down a slit of the window, fast enough for the old man's finger to slip out. The old man howled shaking his throbbing finger, his eyes watering as he hopped from foot to foot in pain. His round hat on his head dropped and his white-haired wig slipped from his head, cascading to the floor. His eyes popped out and his face coloured. He bent down to grab the hat and wig, cracking his back in the process.
The driver started the ignition of the car sending exhaust fumes into the elderly man's face. Coughing and sputtering, the grabbed his wig and hat and ran after the car holding his back and calling out, "Don't go! * Cough * Wait for meeeee!"
Syaoran smiled with satisfaction at a certain thought. The voiced his thoughts,
"Am I going home now? Am I free to go?"
The driver of the limousine looked back at Syaoran and smiled. He tipped his sunglasses down his nose and said, "Yea, you can go."
Syaoran was overjoyed. He pumped his fist into the air, howling in pain when he hit the roof of the car.
"Erhmm, I'm not done."
Syaoran blinked and looked at him.
"You're now free to go to another hospital."
Syaoran's heart dropped to his feet. He sighed and slumped back into his seat.
"Who organized this transfer?" asked Syaoran.
The driver picked a spot at his chin and said, "They said it was a hot babe. A certain girl with brownish hair and emerald green eyes."
Syaoran's heart started to beat faster and his eyes softened. "Who was it. Name?"
"Oh, erm, the hospital receptionist said it was a girl named Wei, your servant I hear."
Syaoran: Fell down anime style.
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Lightning illuminated the sky, casting light on Syaoran's face. Rain lashed at the window. Syaoran sat on a white plastic chair, watching buckets over buckets of rain empty themselves on the window.
"LET ME IN!" someone hollered outside the hospital ward.
Syaoran went over to the white ward door, opening it a little crack.
The old man, who followed the car here, was trying to get past the nurses. He was tracking a trail of muck on the white scrubbed linoleum. The nurses were keeping their distance, trying to prevent their white uniforms from getting tracked with dirt.
"I'm here to visit someone! Let me in!" The old man bellowed. He tried to push his way past the nurse but got stopped by some guards who were dressed smartly in white starched uniforms. They grabbed the aged man by his arms, putting their hands under his armpits and pulling him away.
The nurses called after him, "We're not allowed to let you in. You'll pass some other sickness to the already sick patients!"
Syaoran snickered and backed into the room shutting the door behind him. He crossed over to the bed and sat on its white starched bed sheets. The room was lit with strong white fluorescent light, filling every corner of the room with light. The bedside table was painted a blinding white. The walls were pure angelic white. (Well, what can I say? It's all white!)
* Knock *
Syaoran jumped in alarm. "Who is it?"
"Flower service." A man's deep voice answered. Syaoran could hear some rustling of plastic on the other side.
"Come in." Syaoran adjusted his white and green polka-dotted shirt that the hospital had provided for him.
Someone walked in holding a huge bunch of flowers, which covered his face. He set the flowers on Syaoran's table with much rustling. Syaoran signed on a clipboard that was thrust under his nose.
"Who's it from?" said Syaoran reading the card.
The man rubbed his chin that was bristling with moustache and peered down on the clipboard, "Erm, a weird name. ARU..'ARUKAS'?!"
The man walked out of the room, his heavy boots pounded on the floor.
Syaoran frowned and picked up the card nestled in the midst of marigolds and many cherry blossoms.
'Syaoran,
Get well soon, cause you will have to face many challenges, soon. Confused? You always were. Here, this will help your next challenge:
For now you rest, but soon you will fight. Take care,
For he doesn't tire.
For years he has fought,
For years he has won.
Forever he will stay fifth, but a cut above the rest.
He is blunt, very, but in other ways sharp.
His pride and powers will get stronger with every time he hurts you.
Beware of the shiny object he wields ever so quickly at you.
Once lost, his defense and attack will wither.
Beware of what you do for he blends well, very.
When practicing anything, take this in mind.
Take care challenger, take care.
~
A speedy recovery for you!
Arukas
Arukas '
Puzzled, Syaoran folded the card and placed it back in the bouquet of flowers. He scratched his head and frowned.
'Maybe it's not mine.. Maybe someone sharing the same name' thought Syaoran.
'But how many Syaoran's are there?' a small little voice said in his brain.
Syaoran walked over to the door the message still deeply embedded in his mind. He decided to take a walk.
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~ Crossfire hangout ~
The hallway was dimly lit. A soft glow was emitted from the living room where everyone was gathered. Sakura was pacing the room, making a small trail on cream fur carpet. The rest of Crossfire watched her curiously.
'Can't stand it!' thought Sakura, on the verge of exploding with worry.
She crossed over to the phone and picked up the receiver.
* Ding * Sakura dialed the number four.
She paused, suddenly aware of the rest of Crossfire's eyes on her. She put down the receiver back into the cradle gently and quietly. She crept out of the room, wanting to use the kitchen's phone.
Ketaru said, "Sakura, can I fight with that erm..what's his name-"
"Li Syaoran!" Sakura assisted him.
"Oh! Yeah, Li Syaoran. Can I please? I'm dying of boredom!"
"Are you nuts? Out of your mind?! He just got hurt and got sent to the hospital! You want to hurt him more?!" Sakura shouted.
Akito eyed Sakura curiously and slyly. "Who do you know he was admitted to the hospital? After that fall, no one could survive, furthermore with your heavy weight on him or her."
Sakura: Death Glare
"He won't die that easily, I vis..erm, I was just guessing." Sakura stuttered.
Ketaru stood up and said indignantly, "But, if he's in the hospital, even if I hurt him, no one needs to rush him to the hospital. He'll be already there. Saves all the trouble."
Everybody: Sweat-drop.
"Don't go near him!" Sakura huffed out of the room.
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~ A few minutes later after thinking in her room ~
Sakura crept down the hallway leading to the garage. She slid open the door as quietly as she could, trying not a rouse anyone's attention. She got in her red convertible, starting the ignition. She cringed as the sound filled the whole garage. She backed down the driveway onto the road.
A few meters from away from the house, under a large cherry blossom tree, someone was waiting. That person started his or her car- a yellow convertible and drove in the direction where Sakura was heading.
Sakura let down the top of her convertible. Cool air rushed through her hair. She adjusted her rearview mirror. Something caught her eye.
She stopped at the traffic junction and looked once again into the mirror. She was quick enough to see a very familiar looking yellow convertible parked a few meters behind hers in front of a shabby shack. The convertible apparently had its top up and was too far away to see who was inside. Suddenly, she smiled to herself.
Once the light had turned green, she put the gear to drive mode and shot off into a deserted lane. She pressed her foot on the pedal, gathering speed, now and then checking her rearview mirror. Yes, she or he was following her. Sakura smiled and took a sharp turning to the left. The car behind her only just barely scraped the curb. Sakura grinned once again and started to press her foot harder on the pedal, shooting down the straight road at an incredibly high speed. Her grin could only grow wider as she suddenly shifted her foot to the brake pedal, jamming it hard. The car screeched on the road leaving tire marks in its wake.
The yellow convertible shot past her. Sakura caught a glimpse of the driver and her grin faded a little.
A little distance ahead, the yellow car's driver slammed on the brakes and turned ninety degrees to the side.
Both drivers got out of the car. Sakura caught a glimpse of flaming orange hair- Akito's. Sakura's grinned grew wider as she chuckled to herself. She leaned lazily on the door or the convertible and shouted across to Akito, "So, what are you doing all the way out here?"
Akito ran her hand through her hair and rested her elbow on the car's roof. "Same goes to you."
"I for one am going to the hospital!" Sakura shot back.
"And what about the hospital?" Akito started to grin.
"I..I am going..going, going for a body check up!" stuttered Sakura.
"Oh yeah, and for what reason?"
"I feel like it. Just, just stay out of my business and STOP FOLLOWING ME!!!"
Sakura jumped into her car slamming the door. She shot past Akito's car, leaving Akito's hair whirling in the wind. Akito stared at her disappearing car shadow, knitting her eyebrows into an angry frown and kicking her car tire in frustration.
Sakura chuckled in satisfaction. She cruised along the road at a leisurely pace before turning into a basement car park.
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After wandering around the hospital for awhile, Sakura finally found the backyard garden. At that time, the garden was filled with cherry blossom trees in full bloom and a river, which didn't look that deep to Sakura, was set all the way behind. A rickety but beautiful bridge was stretched across the river.
Syaoran was by the river, letting the water run through his fingers. Sakura's eyes softened and she walked over to a gigantic tree and sat on one of its low branches, watching him.
Syaoran walked over to the bridge. He limped to the middle of the bridge and rested his elbow on the handles. He put his chin in his hands and looked down into the river.
Sakura smiled.
* Crack! *
* Boom! *
* Splash! *
Everyone around the backyard looked at Syaoran, their eyes widening in horror. Sakura jumped out from the tree, scraping her leg on its rough bark.
Syaoran was on the bridge, a split second later, he was struggling in the water. A wave of cold water washed over his head and his breath got caught in his throat. His chest felt tight and he couldn't breathe. His leg felt numb. He couldn't move it. His arms weren't ready for vigorous exercise yet. His leg couldn't touch the riverbed, it was too deep. He sputtered, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of water. He started to struggle.
"He..lp.." Water rushed into his mouth, choking his lungs.
Ignoring the excruciating pain in his side, he broke the surface gasping for air and shouted. Beside him someone splashed into the water grabbing him at the chest with the crook of him or her arm. He blacked out.
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~ Same scene same time, different person ~
Sakura took a deep breath and plunged into the water. Cold water rushed over her head She got a shock from the impact and swam up to the surface gasping for air.
'It's deeper than I thought!'
The cool air stung her cheeks and she flipped over, swimming down to grab Syaoran by the chest. She broke the surface. Using every one of her survival skills she learnt, she pulled Syaoran back to the shore, careful not the hurt him.
She slumped onto the shore, gasping for air, placing Syaoran on the grass. She checked his pulse when she realized that he wasn't conscious. Worry was written all over her face.
Automatically, she bent down, putting her lips to Syaoran's. She pumped his chest.
By now, there was already a group of bystanders gathering around them.
She breathed into his mouth, squeezing his nose shut.
Syaoran's eyes fluttered open and he looked straight into Sakura's shocked emerald green pools...
To be continued..
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angelz of cherry-petals: So, how was that? I lurrvvvrve ending at cliffhangers! Makes you wonder. (Smiles evilly ^-^) Please review! Does any of you want a biography of the whole of Crossfire, maybe except Sakura. If you do, e-mail me or mention it in the reviews. I'll do one if you want.