Author's notes:
Nelly: OK! Now this will have more romance!!
Lenna: As I promised! – glares at Kyra.
Nelly: Well, people wanted the boys blushing! So in
the next chapter there will be some more blushing! ^.^
Lenna: And R&R!! Whenever you ask for something,
we try to do it!!
Nelly: Yeah, as long as it's not hentai and sticks to
the S+S and T+E, of course!
Kyra: We don't own CCS. Never did, never will.
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Hurt of love, reborn as an Angel
Chapter seven
Kwaai Wo: AHEM! First of all, why
don't you two show us how well trained you already are? – Kwaai Wo frowned
warily at Syaoran and Sakura.
Tomoyo: Fine, but… I never had any
martial arts lesson before, so just don't expect too much! – Tomoyo smiled,
winking at Sakura. Sakura smiled shyly in return, and both of the girls took a
battle stance, facing each other.
Syaoran: Hm… Good, at least they
know how to take battle stance… - Syaoran folded his arms, preparing himself
for some amusement. He was sure that they wouldn't be able to do more than very
female-like things, like scratching or shouting shrill battle cries.
Tomoyo ran forward, tossing her
fist towards Sakura's face in a fast punch. She avoided it easily, dodging it
while bending and swiftly leaping to the side. Tomoyo didn't seem surprised,
and smiled. Sakura took this as her turn to attack, and rotating quickly she
aimed a kick at Tomoyo's head, which she effortlessly intercepted with her arm.
Sakura smiled slyly, and spun rapidly to the other side flinging a punch at
Tomoyo's stomach. She grabbed Sakura's fist with one hand, and with her left
leg she managed to trip Sakura. Sakura jumped up and with a fast move bounded
behind Tomoyo, startling her slightly. With an instinctive jump she gyrated to
face her opponent again, ducking when she sensed another punch coming. An idea
popped up in Tomoyo's mind, and she smiled. Sakura automatically knew what she
was going to do, and grabbed her arms, twisting them behind her back. Tomoyo
yelped, not expecting such a quick reaction, and Sakura pinned her to the
ground. Tomoyo struggled to get free, and Sakura stood up, a little but
triumphant smile on her lips. Before giving her a new chance to attack, Tomoyo
jumped up and did a few backflips. Sakura and Tomoyo smiled at each other.
Sakura: I told you never to show
what you are thinking with your facial expressions. – Sakura smiled at Tomoyo,
who scratched the back of her head giggling sheepishly.
Tomoyo: Hey, go easier on me! I'm
not used to the whole 'emotionless face' crap anymore! – She smiled a little
awkwardly. Sakura grinned back. Eriol, Kwaai Wo and Syaoran stared at them
wide-eyed, completely astonished that those princesses actually had remarkable
fighting skills. Weren't women supposed to be fragile? What happened to the
delicate porcelain dolls their fathers talked about?!
Eriol: H-Hey… I thought you said you
never had martial arts lessons before… - Eriol stammered, sweatdropping. He
wasn't sure anymore whether he would be able to keep a higher skill level than
the two.
Tomoyo: No, I said that I never took martial arts lessons, I
never mentioned anything about Sakura. She did. Not for a long period of time,
though, because we started to have gymnastics and aerobic exercises instead.
Some paranoia of mom, she says that it's more feminine. – Tomoyo rolled her
eyes, sighing. Sakura giggled.
Kwaai Wo: Wait a minute, and you
know all this without ever practicing? – Kwaai Wo frowned. Sakura and Tomoyo
giggled, smiling.
Sakura: You're jumping into
conclusions. Even though Tomoyo never had any lessons, she frequently convinced
me to practice with her, so that she learned what I had learnt that day. We
trained to ourselves, relatively secretly, so that we could still do something
we really liked. Gymnastic is fun, but not as exciting as a battle can be. –
She explained. Tomoyo nodded, her eyes sparkling with stars again. Sakura
sweatdropped, as she could have an idea of what Tomoyo was thinking at. Battle
costumes.
Syaoran: Well, um… Which one of you
has more experience? – Syaoran asked, carefully looking at Tomoyo, not Sakura.
Tomoyo: My precious Sakura-chan, of
course! She has a natural skill when it comes to sports! I'm not as athletic as
her, she's simply incredible! Hohoho!! – Tomoyo beamed, in one of her
"oh-she-is-so-KAWAII" modes again. Sakura sweatdropped.
Eriol: You look athletic enough for
me… - Eriol muttered under his breath, without really realizing it.
Kwaai Wo: Well, since the talent
difference between Xialing and Eriol is obvious, I guess that Xialing will be
teaching Sakura and Eriol will teach Tomoyo. – Kwaai Wo folded his arms, hiding
his smirk with a perfectly innocent smile.
Sakura: Hoe? Eriol? – Sakura tilted
her head, looking questioningly at Kwaai Wo. He sweatdropped.
Kwaai Wo: Eriola, of
c-course!! You know who I meant! – He added, his cheeks flushing with
discomfiture, the sweatdrop enlarging.
Eriol: Hey, wait a minute! What
about you?! Aren't you helping?! – Eriol huffed, crossing his arms. He wasn't
exactly pleased with the idea that he would have to teach Tomoyo something that
he presumed she already knew better that him.
Kwaai Wo: I have a few matters to
solve. And also, I think you two are able to handle them! Or does any of you
believe that the two princesses are better than their own teachers? No? OK, I'm
going! – Before Eriol could raise his hand or reply in any way, Kwaai Wo turned
and left. Syaoran glared at his back, he knew that he didn't have any
"matters to solve", he was just jumping out of the business he
considered a waste of time. 'Oh well, at least I will be able to spend a little
more time with the Princess… Even if she doesn't know who I am…' He smiled
slightly to himself, turning to face Sakura.
Tomoyo: Ano, is it really that bad
to teach me? – Tomoyo batted her eyes at Eriol, her long eyelashes fluttering
open in a fashion that made Eriol gulp nervously. She was able to fake a
perfectly hurt expression, mixed with cuteness and loveliness, which promptly
made him stumble back awkwardly. Tomoyo stepped closer to him. Eriol started to
blush, and his legs hardly obeyed him. The Princess added painful tears to her
now puppy dog eyes, and in no time Eriol almost couldn't look at her.
Tomoyo: Hm? Am I that bad? – Tomoyo
pouted, waiting for his answer. Not really trusting his mouth anymore, Eriol
gulped and shook his head violently.
Tomoyo: Yay!! – Tomoyo lightened up
instantly, smiling happily at him while hopping backwards to face her
instructor. He sighed, half of relief and half of desperation, and took a
battle stance, as well as Tomoyo.
Sakura and Syaoran, who had been
watching the whole scene unfolding between the two, decided to start their
train as well. Syaoran had an extremely suspicious smirk on his lips, and an
evil thought crossing his mind. He would have SO much fun teasing Eriol about
how he acted near Tomoyo. Mr. Perfect was falling BADLY for the dark haired
girl, and probably for the first time in his life, doing something that went
straightly against the austere rules of the two countries.
Sakura; OK! Teach me! – Sakura
smiled at Syaoran, cutting him out of his revengeful ideas. He snapped out of
it, and smiled at her. 'What is… Why does she look so much… like… him…?' Sakura
swallowed hard, pushing some weird thoughts, that lately started to taunt her,
aside. They had to be some jokes her imagination was playing on her.
Syaoran: Sure thing, Princess.
Let's start. – Syaoran bowed politely at Sakura, who blinked at him a few
times.
Sakura: Ugh, please cut the
'oh-royal-grace' crap! I don't really like to be treated like some sort of
divinity! – Sakura shook her head, - Call me Sakura! – She smiled at Syaoran,
who was now already getting acquainted to the flames that came to his face
whenever she smiled at him like that.
Syaoran: OK, Sakura. – He gave her
a small smile. Syaoran took a fighting stance, and indicated Sakura to do the
same.
Syaoran: Well, first of all, why
don't you try to attack me? – He smiled a little at her, and she nodded.
She dashed towards him, and with
a swift movement, her fist connected
with his face. He fell down, and she stared in sheer disbelief at him. She
suddenly freaked out.
Sakura: Oh my God! You OK?! – She
yelped, kneeling down by his side. But to her surprise, he was smiling at her,
and she couldn't identify any single scratch on his cheek.
Syaoran: Your attack is very
precise, but not yet very strong. You have the agility needed, and your punch
is quick. From what I can see you have very good reflexes, as well as you can
almost predict what the opponent's next move will be. However, don't bend over
to ask if your foe is OK, or they might stab you in the back. – Syaoran smiled
at her, and she gaped perplexed at him.
Sakura: You saw that all with… With
this one punch…?! – Sakura asked in shock. He chuckled slightly, and she
frowned even more confused.
Syaoran: No. Hey, I saw you
battling your sister as well. I could see that when she smiled in a different
way, you knew what she was going to do. – He explained. Sakura raised her
eyebrows amazed, nodding with understanding.
Syaoran: Let's see how well you can
defend yourself. I'll attack, and you try to block my blows. – He instructed.
She nodded wordlessly again, and braced herself mentally.
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Nelly: We'll skip the
training, since we're not very good at describing action scenes _, and
also because there wouldn't be much romance!
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Sakura sighed sadly, gazing at the night sky. She couldn't sleep, no
matter what she tried, and once again found herself in the gardens. Those amber
eyes haunted her wherever she looked, blocking her mind and senses. Where would
their owner be by now? She sighed again. It was almost hard for her to believe
that she could miss somebody that much. 'I mean, I've met him only once!
How can I feel as if a part of my heart is missing, only because of one single
night?!' She asked herself, distressed.
It had been already one week since
she first and last saw him. In the hope of meeting him again, she had gone down
to the gardens around midnight every night. In vain. He was never there, and
she always returned disappointed to her room. Would she ever see him again at
all? Would he keep his promise? She could only hope…
Sakura: Where are you? – She
whispered to herself, a crystalline tear slowly trickling down her cheek and
dripping soundlessly on the ground.
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Syaoran: Damn it, will you ever let
me GO?! – Syaoran shouted angrily, glaring at the smirking boy blocking the
door. He simply stood there, his arms folded across his chest, and a
mischievous smirk playing on his lips.
Eriol: Not until you tell me what
is so important, my dear Syaoran. What could be so important that you try leave
the room every night around this hour? – Eriol's glasses flashed for a second,
and his smirk only widened. Syaoran growled dangerously under his breath,
hardly still controlling his rage.
Mr. Perfect over there had noticed
that at midnight Syaoran had tried to sneak out of their room, and he suddenly
got all interested with the reasons. Syaoran refused to answer his endless
questions, and consequently, was never able to get out of the room. The
incident had repeated itself in the following nights, and so the frustrated
Prince wasn't able to see his beloved Princess. He was at the point of smashing
Eriol's head against the wall.
Syaoran: Look, I already told you
that I AM NOT telling you why I want to go!! This doesn't concern you or anyone
else, you hear me?! – Syaoran screamed, not even caring that Kwaai Wo might
hear him. Since their last encounter, the emerald eyes of the innocent beauty
didn't leave his mind. It was almost insufferable, and driving him insane.
Eriol smirked calmly to himself.
Eriol: Why, then this isn't that
important. – He closed his eyes, leaning on the door with a smile. Syaoran
scowled, knowing that Eriol wouldn't give up.
Syaoran: Listen, I can just tell
you that it's very important, and I'm not-
Eriol: It's a girl, isn't it? -
Eriol opened his eyes, smiling wider at Syaoran's suddenly completely shocked
expression.
Syaoran: W-What…?! H-How…?! -
Syaoran knew very well that it wouldn't be of any use to lie at Eriol, he would
spot it instantly. His face paled, and he swallowed hard. Just HOW did he find
out?!
Eriol: I just wanted to make sure.
– Eriol slowly moved away from the wooden door, clearing Syaoran's way. He
stared in a mix of confusion and astonishment at Eriol, who was now smiling.
This shocked Syaoran even deeper. He was actually smiling, and not
smirking.
Eriol: Se's waiting for you. Go
ahead, now I'm not stopping you anymore. – Eriol sat down on his bed, watching
Syaoran as he still stared totally astounded at him.
Syaoran: Why… Are you doing this? –
He arched one eyebrow suspiciously, but already heading out of the room. This
time he wouldn't let his chance pass.
Eriol: Let's say that… I know how
you feel. – Was Eriol's last reply, and he turned around. Hey, he wasn't going
to show his blush to Syaoran.
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He jogged down the stairs of the
castle, careful not to make too much noise but as fast as he could without
waking the people sleeping there up. 'Please, let her be there, please…' He
prayed silently to himself, as he wasn't sure if he would be able to stand it
if she wasn't there at all.
Sure enough, when he exited the
stone walls of the palace, he spotted her just standing up. She was leaving the
gardens, and was doubtlessly sad. It pained him to see her like that, and even
more knowing that he was probably the cause of it. Slowly and quietly, with a
minimal smile on his lips, he slowly crept after the slightly shivering girl.
She was hugging her arms, and her
steps were short and quick. She had a similar dress on, but with a thinner
fabric this time. Simple and loose, not the dress a princess would usually
wear. But then again, she was special. His smile grew a little wider, as he saw
her futile attempts to gather some warmness, and he noticed she hadn't become
aware of him yet.
All of a sudden, he embraced her
from behind, hugging her around her waist. Absolutely startled, she was about
to scream but was silenced by his lips covering her mouth. Her eyes widened,
and when realization struck her she smiled, despite the kiss.
It lasted long, transforming from
sweet to passionate. When they broke apart, Syaoran smiled down at her, while
she giggled softly.
Sakura: You surprised me. I was
thinking you wouldn't come back. – She smiled, turning her body to face him. He
blushed lightly, and caressed her cheek with his faintly trembling hand. He
still felt somewhat uneasy around women, even if it was her. And he wasn't sure
of what to do, how to make sure she felt comfortable with him. But her eyes
once again managed to calm him down.
Syaoran: I promised that I would
meet you again. – He whispered, and she nodded. Once again, their gazes locked,
and none of them was able or wanted to look away. They were simply hypnotized,
but couldn't care less. The feeling of being together was just too perfect.
Sakura: You still didn't tell me…
Who are you? – Sakura moved closed to him again, and he smiled. Well, he might
as well tell her his name.
Syaoran: My name in Tiehlek is
Syaoran. – He smiled, leaning in for another kiss. Wrapping her arms around his
neck, Sakura returned the gesture.
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Lenna: We tried to add
more T+E, but… was this enough?
Nelly: We hope to put
more in the next one!!
Lenna: And we think that
we FINALLY have a good idea for the 'Light Guardians' fic!!
Kyra: Yeah, fine, as
if anyone cared.