Author's notes:
Nelly:
This chapter is a lil'… Uh…
Lenna:
We did our best, but we never wrote anything like this before…! ~.~
Nelly:
So don't expect too much!
Lenna:
Well, read on and tell us what you think!! R&R!!
Kyra:
And we don't own CCS.
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Hurt of love, reborn as an Angel
Chapter five
Syaoran rolled over again. He laid
sleeplessly in his bed, a glare on his face. He tried to sleep, but in vain.
Whenever he dared to close his eyes, that face came into view. How he
hated that girl! Argh! He couldn't even sleep, because those damn eyes of hers
kept twinkling at him!
He turned to face the ceiling. No
use. The lamp and some uneven bulges in the stones that build it would
magically transform into the smiling face of that girl. Why? What kind of spell
did she put on him?! He still couldn't accept the fact that he, the
great Prince of Vulkia, had been cursed by a mere girl! And that was the worst
of all, she was a female! He shut his eyes angrily, trying uselessly to
fall asleep.
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The sky was illuminated faintly by
the beautiful moonlight. Shining above Tiehlek with its silver light, the queen
of all nights was partially hidden by one stubborn gray cloud. But the little
obstacle didn't impede the moon to be as stunning as ever. Around it, as if
surrounding its mother, stars seemed to embrace the heavens as they glimmered
happily.
Sakura walked slowly around the
royal gardens, admiring the pretty flowers and gorgeous trees, silently. She
wandered quietly, not wanting to disturb the wonderful peace that ruled the
calm night. A cool breeze played with her hair, and she smiled almost
unnoticeably. She loved to walk by herself sometimes, to enjoy the feeling of a
simple clothing on her body, the thought that she wasn't majestic.
She didn't really like the idea of
being dressed up, of being pampered, of being treated as if she couldn't handle
anything on her own. She loved the freedom of the night, when darkness hid her
and she allowed herself to walk in a plainly white dress, that hung loosely on
her body. Like a soft and natural long shirt, coming to her knees and with long
sleeves, nothing that 'hugged her curves', like Tomoyo would say. She giggled
slightly, imagining how Tomoyo would react if she saw her in that clothing. She
would most probably create a scandal, not permitting her dear sister to move
one inch until she was 'dressed properly'. Sakura sighed, not being able to
escape the sweatdrop that appeared next to her head. That would be one of those
insufferably hot, tingly, and not to mention frilly costumes.
She walked a while longer,
absentmindedly hugging her arms because of the cold. When she suddenly spotted
somebody sitting on the edge of a pond in the garden. The person's face was
hidden by the shadows of a tree, but she could clearly see that the person
wasn't wearing a dress. Short hair, she noticed, and the only people with short
hair she knew were… Well, Eriola and Xialing. She frowned. She had never seen
this person around, she thought.
Slowly, she cautiously approached
the figure. Going silently enough not to make any sound, she heard her- no,
scratch that, she heard it talking to itself. Her brows furrowed in
mistrust, she wasn't sure anymore if this person was male or female. Straining
her ears, she head it saying something…
"I can't believe this… What's
wrong with me, damn it?! I can't see why she affects me like that…"
She heard some harsh cussing that
almost made her flinch. But then she cocked her head to one side, staring
curiously at the person. She knew this voice. From where however, she had no
idea.
Syaoran watched the moon reflect on
the serene water, mumbling his thoughts under his breath. Life could be so
cruel. Even though he was supposed to hate her, and he really did tell himself
that he hated her, it just wasn't rue. And he knew it. He wasn't able to hate
her, and he found himself secretly wishing to see her smile again. Perhaps,
that curse she put him under was a spell for him to automatically like her. No,
it was far beyond that. He did like that girl more than just… More than just
liking. He couldn't explain his own feelings, and was struggling to keep
believing the stupid tale that he actually hated her.
'Stupid. I'm so stupid. I was
stupid enough to let her enchant me, and now how will I come out of this goofy
trance? I feel so ridiculous! And above all I'm SO STUPID!!!' He was at the
point of ripping his hair out of his head.
He sighed, resignedly. Fine, maybe
he did like her one tiny microscopically minimal little bit. Yeah. OK, he
admitted it for himself, but he wouldn't let anyone know. First of all, it was
forbidden. Duh. Second, if any of those supposed companions found out, they
would either laugh at him or accuse him of treason. No, that wouldn't be very
good. And third, he didn't have any chances with the emerald-eyed Princess
anyway. He suddenly realized what he just thought. As if he wanted any! He
didn't want her! Argh, this was driving him completely insane!!
Sakura watched slightly amused as
the figure grabbed its head and curved its body in clear frustration. It was
probably having a battle with itself or something, she noticed. She stifled a
giggle when the shape splashed water on its own face, in an attempt of… cooling
its head? Yeah, probably…
Syaoran's head shot up. He had
heard something, he was absolutely sure. There, he heard it again! What… What
the heck was that sound?! He didn't even pause to think, and dashed with
lightning speed towards the muffled noise.
Sakura shrieked, and before she
could react and run away, strong arms grabbed her owns, twisting them behind
her back in a not very comfortable way. She grimaced, but suddenly felt the
strong magical aura that radiated from the person. She wondered how she didn't
notice it before, astounded at the power of the being.
Syaoran looked down angrily at the
little person he had caught spying on him. He only saw it was a woman, not even
caring to see who she was. The girl winced with the pain, but didn't scream
like he expected her to. Women were supposed to be fragile, he believed, so
this one wasn't exactly common. He let a smirk creep to his lips. Even if she
was stronger than usual girls, she wasn't careful enough to keep quiet. Too bad
for her, now he would have to erase her memory. After all, she saw him, and no
female was supposed to know that males were in the castle.
Sakura: Who are you? – Sakura asked
with a whisper, not wanting to alarm any guard that might have been there.
Syaoran cringed at the sound of her voice. 'No, no, no, no, please let it be
someone else!' He bit his lip.
Sakura: I asked who you are! – She
insisted, a little louder. Sure enough, Syaoran's nightmare had come true. He
was holding the one female he was supposed to hate, and yet couldn't help but…
OK, let's face it: like. Sakura felt the grip on her arms loosening, and she
was able to turn her head enough to see who was holding her.
Almost twisting her neck, her
emerald eyes met a pair of slightly
nervous ones. They were lonely, and almost sad, but held warmness and
compassion. Compassion? She found that she wasn't able to move anymore. She
just stared at his eyes, not caring for her position anymore. They were
beautiful amber eyes. Holding the colors of autumn, honey-golden mixed with red
and brown, mysterious and so strangely affectionate. Affectionate? Some smooth
locks of darker hair fell softly above them. She couldn't quite distinguish the
color of them in the darkness. Only his eyes, they seemed to be illuminated by
the moon, so that she was able to stare at them.
Something inside of her began to
pulse. Oh, her heart, she realized. It seemed to have stopped while she lost
herself in the mysterious eyes. Now it resumed it's beating with full strength,
pounding faster than usually. No, faster than ever. She felt a blush come to her
cheeks, and she blinked a few times before being sure this wasn't any weird
dream.
Syaoran looked straight into her
eyes, feeling the stupid cheeks burning again. Those eyes reminded him of the
spring. Like the lush grass, and the blooming flowers, they were naturally
dazzling. They held a glimmer he would never forget, he was sure. Bright and
innocent, and so beautiful. Like pure emeralds, glistening softly under the
star light.
Sakura suddenly realized that he
had relaxed his grip completely, and she had unconsciously turned her body to
face him. She could feel the warmness of his body against her own. She wasn't
cold anymore. Neither did she fear the fact that she was so close to a man.
Still staring into his eyes, she actually didn't realize what exactly she was
doing. It was like something instinctive.
His arms seemed to have found their
way around her waist, Syaoran suddenly realized. Adding some more red to his
already flushed cheeks, he had courage enough to hold her closer to him. He
needed to feel more of her, this wasn't enough. Her arms were hanging limply
around his own waist, she had put them there distractedly for sure. She had a
thin waist, he could easily clasp his hands behind her if he wanted to. But
right now, he wanted something else.
As if mechanically, he felt himself
leaning closer to her. Surprisingly, she didn't back away. She was just as
hypnotized by Syaoran as he was by her, but he was too far away in his own
thoughts to realize that. He could see her face inching closer to him as well,
and this startled him, but he didn't stop. As if controlled by somebody else,
he kept leaning closer and closer towards the Princess.
Sakura could feel her eyes closing,
as if she was under someone's control. His control. She didn't really care right
now. As if knowing what to do, her head tilted to one side.
All of a sudden, both of them felt
the other's lips brushing against their own. This was the most unique thing
they had ever felt. Syaoran decided that this wasn't enough for him. He wanted
more, he needed to feel more of her lips. He pressed himself a little deeper
into the kiss. She reacted in her own way, pushing her body forward and
returning what he was doing hungrily. Soon both found themselves in a
passionate kiss.
The weirdest and most amazing
feeling they had ever felt. Something strong, that motioned them to continue
kissing, no matter what the others would think. Syaoran felt his heart racing,
and he knew hers was beating just as quickly. He could feel her heart beating
against his chest, and this made him want to continue. Crossing his limits of
audacity, he simply continued to kiss the one girl that he had in his arms, not
caring anymore what his father would think of him. He just wanted to have her
by his side, and nothing more.
Sakura had never experienced
anything like this, ever. She was doing something oh so forbidden, and yet
didn't let the thought bother her. She felt that what she was doing, whether in
or out of the laws, was right. She could feel how fast her heart was beating
against her ribs, as if wanting to break free. Her lips longed for more, her
heart yearned for something she wasn't able to give it since she was born. And
for the first time ever, she could feel that she was dong something that was
really what she wished.
From lack of air, the two broke
apart. Syaoran looked at Sakura again, wanting to see her reaction, almost
fearing that she might recognize him. When he saw the… well, the look in her
eyes, he instantly knew that she wasn't mad at him or anything. She had wanted
that as much as him, or so it seemed.
Sakura: Who… Who are you? – Sakura
whispered softly, letting her hands go up his back, so that she was able to
make sure he didn't run away. Syaoran hesitated. Could he really tell her right
away that he was 'Xialing'?
Guard: HEY! IS THERE ANYBODY? – His
thoughts were interrupted as a female shout echoed loudly though the night. A
light shaft was sent towards Sakura and Syaoran, by the only guard who knew
this kind of magic. Oh great, what a luck. They tried to stay silent and
quietly walk away, but it was too late, the woman had seen them.
Guard: WHO ARE YOU?! – She
hollered, now in an angry tone. Sakura looked at Syaoran, and mouthed him to go
away. He didn't want to, but she pushed him so that he went. 'It will be far
worse if she sees you! Please, go away!' She said mutely to him, desperately
trying to make sure he wasn't seen. He nodded hesitantly, and disappeared into
the shadows. 'I will see you again…' He promised her, wordlessly.
Guard: Who – Princess?! – The guard
stared at her, dumbfounded. The Princess smiled innocently at her, waving
happily as she hopped out of view. The guard only sweatdropped.
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Lenna: OK, um, that
wasn't exactly a good end… But mind that we did this at midnight… - yawn –
Nelly: See ya the next chapter…!
Now lemme sleep, will ya…? –
snore –