Author's notes:
Lenna: Thank you so much for the reviews!!
Nelly: Yeah! Even though they're lesser, we know that
people gave up on our story because of the previous delay. ~_~'
Lenna: Sorry again for the dangin' wait, but
creativity comes and goes only and whenever it pleases!! _
Nelly: It's unfair… – grunt – Oh well… Now Tomoyo
discovered 'Eriola's' true identity, what'll happen?? We put twist in there, because it would look too
much like S+S's first encounter if we didn't.
Kyra: We don't own CCS. CLAMP does.
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Hurt of love, reborn as an Angel
Chapter ten
Tomoyo nodded dazedly, a little
confused of why he was so worried.
After all, she wasn't related to
him in any way, they hadn't ever really talked besides during the martial arts
lessons, and above all, she was a woman. They were meant to hate each other,
and she wasn't even allowed to accept his help. If she had to choose between
dying and being saved by a male, she would have to die. She could have died. If
he didn't appear, she would have died. For sure.
He had saved her, even though he
was supposed to kill her. This sole fact confused her to no end, she couldn't
understand what brought him to risking his life to rescue a mere female. He
wasn't supposed to have helped her, but he did. Why? She just couldn't find a
reason, a logical ground. It just didn't seem possible to her that a male, one
of those whom she was taught were cruel and selfish, would put in danger his
own life to protect an enemy. Tomoyo's gaze saddened.
She felt guilty. She couldn't quite
identify why, she barely knew that it was guilt what she felt. All she was sure
of was that she wanted to repay him somehow, but she couldn't. She didn't know
if she would ever have the courage to tell anyone that she had been saved by a
male. It had been too much of a shock for her, she wasn't expecting this in any
moment, ever.
Tomoyo's thoughts were interrupted
when she heard an uneasy shuffle, and she returned to reality. The boy in front
of her seemed nervous, somehow … Why would that be?
Eriol: Look, I… I-I'm sorry… -
Eriol mumbled, lowering his gaze sadly. Tomoyo stared at him wordlessly,
watching his visibly cheerless figure.
Tomoyo: What do you mean? Why should
you be sorry? – She asked him, to her own surprise, concerned. Somehow, seeing
him sad made her feel helpless. She didn't want to see him sad, she didn't want
to see him miserable. She couldn't bear the thought of seeing him like that,
especially after he saved her life. However, controlling herself before she
hugged him, she shook her head quickly. Why would she be so worried about him
anyway?
Eriol: Well… – He chuckled
bitterly, looking up at her dejectedly. She could see regret and grief, he
clearly wasn't happy with what he was about to say.
Tomoyo: What…? – She asked
carefully, gently brushing away a few bangs of soft midnight-blue hair that
fell over his eyes.
And for a short moment, none of
them spoke. It was as brief as the blink of an eye, and as meaningful as a time
without end. Kind purplish-blue eyes gazed directly into deep sapphire ones.
Tomoyo's crisis faded away as she
watched him, an indecipherable expression on his face. Sadness, anxiety,
fright, pain, all twisted together. He was despondent to tell her some
mysterious truth, she could see.
Eriol's gaze softened while he
stared at her, her thoughts clear. Worry… He almost smiled at that, but
couldn't find strength in himself to do so. He had never expected her to be
worried with him. Sleek bangs of dark, grayish-violet hair framed her delicate
face. Smooth and silky, it didn't even need to be combed, in his eyes. Her
lips, a light pink, seemed to draw his own, but he had power enough over
himself not to let his body act on its own accord.
Tomoyo: Please, at least tell me… -
She sounded concerned. For him? It just didn't seem possible, but looked true
enough. He took in a deep breath, and averted her gaze sorrowfully.
Eriol: Well, I… I-I… I'll have to
erase your memory…
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Sakura: Toomoooyoooo!! – A shaky
voice yelled through the fervently pouring tempest. Not receiving any reply,
just like all the other times, Sakura called once again, running aimlessly
through the thundering storm. Ignoring Xialing's pleas, she kept on dashing
like crazy though the terrible weather, shielding her face with her arms, the
heavy drops of water cutting into her soft skin. She didn't care. All she
wanted right now, was to find her best friend. She didn't mind how, she would
find her. She had to find her, or she wouldn't ever forgive herself.
Sakura: TOOMOOOYOOOO!!! – She
yelled louder, but her voice failed to surpass the thunder's booming echo. She
continued her wild run, calling uselessly for her sister. A lightning struck
somewhere close to her, and she saw a branch of some tree catching on fire. The
downpour extinguished any evidence that there ever was something burning. And
Sakura kept on running.
Sakura: TOOMOOOYOOOO!!! – She
screamed through the tempest, wiping angrily away teardrops that kept coming
unwanted. She continued ignoring Xialing's furious protests, she just kept on
searching for Tomoyo. The wind dared to carry her light form away, she ducked
and forcefully challenged nature's powers. Thunders tried to deafen her, she
shook her head and ignored them with all her will. Lightnings chased her, and
she dodged every electric blast sent at her.
She was determined to find her best
friend, no matter how hard it might be.
And running madly around
everywhere, without any idea of where Tomoyo could be, she didn't give up. She
couldn't. And through the raging storm, one of nature's most dangerous traps,
she fought her way through the mightily pouring rain.
Syaoran cursed exasperated, trying
to reach out to Sakura through the heavy precipitation. He had given up
screaming, for she wouldn't listen anyway. But he was resolute not to let the
stubborn Princess get hurt, even if she didn't know who he in truth was.
And as the water fell stronger, the
wind created invisible obstacles that both of them had to surpass. Syaoran was
reluctant to use his magic, since he wasn't sure if Sakura already knew that
'Xialing' had magical powers. So all he had was his body, and with the
remaining energy he still had in his tired arms, he fought his way through rain
and wind.
He wondered how that apparently
fragile and delicate girl had strength and determination to keep running
through this storm. Was she stubborn enough to search for her friend without
caring for her own well-being? Oh yes, she was. Exhaustion and weariness
obviously reached her as well, but she didn't seem to pay attention. However,
unmistakably, her body was at the point of giving up, even if her mind wasn't.
As if on cue, she tripped, falling
limply on the ground. Without showing any sign of resistance, she also stayed
there. Syaoran cursed under his breath, and sprinted towards her.
He kneeled down beside her, trying
to help her getting up. But, considering that she was half-fainted, it wasn't
an easy task. He suddenly realized that, despite the cold and horribly chilly
rain, Sakura's forehead was burning, and she had a flushed face. 'Damn, she's
caught a fever…' He thought, mostly worried but also angry that she hadn't
listened to him.
Out of nowhere, getting strength
from God-knows-where, she struggled to get out of his grip. Syaoran stared at
her perplexed, she was still trying to continue? Mumbling something about
Tomoyo needing help, she thrashed around in his grip, stronger this time.
Syaoran sighed exasperated.
Syaoran: Look, you need help as
well! Do you think your sister will be happy knowing what you are doing? – He
scolded her, not even caring to modify his voice anymore. First off, the
thunders were loud enough to disguise it, and second, Sakura was far too
frazzled to care if he was male or female. She stopped to struggle, and was
finally on her feet, but she still trembled. Syaoran gaze softened, and he
looked uneasily at her. She suddenly whirled around and shot him a hurt glare.
Sakura: T-Tomoyo needs h-help!!
A-And you won't s-stop me!! – She shouted between choked sobs, furiously wiping
her tears away. She was about to turn away and continue her mad seek, but
Syaoran grabbed her arm.
Sakura: W-What do you want?! I-I
said that I'll continue looking for her, there's nothing you c-can-YEEEEP!!! –
She yelped when he suddenly scooped her up in his arms, ignoring the burning
blush that flared on his cheeks.
Syaoran: I got your message. But
you're too weak to walk right now, so I'll… Erm, help you. – He muttered,
avoiding her gaze. She stared astonished at him, and this only made him feel
more awkward.
Before he embarrassed himself
further, the storm got their attention again. Syaoran frowned when Sakura
coughed several times, hugging herself and shivering. Syaoran frowned, watching
her trembling form with concern. She stopped to cough, shutting her eyes and
resting her head heavily on his chest.
Syaoran: I told you not to continue
running… - He whispered, but she didn't seem to have listened. Just when he
thought her coughing had ceased, it started again. She wouldn't get any better
if kept in this rain. Reluctant and worried, and not having other choice,
Syaoran decided to use magic to keep her dry. Hesitantly, he mumbled a
shielding spell, and greenish-white light created a bubble around the two.
Sakura gasped, her head turning around to stare at Syaoran. e lH He looked away instantly,
nervously hoping she didn't ask him any questions about his powers.
But before she could even think of
any, she started to repeatedly cough, shaking violently in his arms. Sighing,
frustrated, he whispered another spell mutely, which promptly dried Sakura's
clothes. Her eyes widened, and she stared taken aback at Syaoran. As soon as
she met his gaze her jaw dropped, and the more than shocked Princess wasn't
able to talk anymore.
Sakura: You… - She mumbled, the
color draining from her face. She started to tremble, and this time Syaoran
couldn't tell if from the cold or from whatever that seemed to have scared her
like that.
All of a sudden, it was clear for
Sakura. This aura… It could only belong to him…
Sakura: Syaoran… - She voiced
hoarsely, an inexplicable expression on her face. Sadness? Anger? Syaoran paled
in terror, he wasn't expecting her to recognize him so easily – what if she was
mad at him?
Syaoran: S-Sakura I… I'm sorry I
didn't tell you, but… - Syaoran stammered, turning his head and avoiding her
gaze. He didn't know how to explain this to her, the real reason of he being in
her country, the ground of him having to dress like a woman.
Syaoran: I'm sorry… I had-
Sakura: I understand… - Sakura
whispered, and Syaoran suddenly felt her shaky fingers touching his face. The
Princess gently turned his head so that he now faced her, an understanding
smile on her lips. Syaoran felt as if an inhuman weight was lifted from his
shoulders, and he grinned relieved at her. He leaned forward and planted a
tender kiss on her lips, which she softly returned.
Just after they broke the kiss,
Sakura started to cough profusely again. Her face was deadly pale, her cheeks
were flushed because of the fever. Beads of cold sweat covered her forehead,
she seemed to be at the point of passing out. Syaoran growled, and started to
look for a shelter, still carrying the sick Princess.
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Eriol: I… I'm sorry, I truly am,
but… But I have to… It's not an option for me right now… If I don't
erase your memory then I'll… I'll have to k-kill you… - Eriol explained tensely
to her, his gaze still directed to the floor. He was afraid to hear what Tomoyo
had to say, he was scared of her response.
Tomoyo: I guess you're right… Thank
you… -Tomoyo smiled sadly, nodding. His head perked up at that. She wasn't
angry? Not even distrustful? He smiled slightly at her, straightening himself.
But wait a minute – thankful wasn't exactly what he was expecting right now,
why would she…?
Eriol: What do you mean? – He asked
her, somewhat confused. She smiled softly at him, gratitude visible in her
eyes. Eyes as deep as an ocean, a violet, intense blue ocean… He could almost
see the waves of purplish-blue water playing around, glistening gently in the
moonlight, summoning him… He snapped back to reality when she answered him.
Tomoyo: Thank you. For saving my
life. – She smiled at him. And, acting straight on impulse, Tomoyo bent over
towards him and kissed him quickly on the lips. Both of them froze.
Astounded with what she just did,
Tomoyo scrambled back as fast as she could. 'Oh my GOD… What the heck was I
doing?!' She stared ahead in shock, thoughts running wild in her mind. Now that
was really uncalled for. Her right eye was twitching, her expression was
weirdly blank, but her mind raced like it wanted to run away from Satan. Not to
mention that her face could be literally confused with an overgrown tomato.
Eriol blushed copiously, and was
still in the same position he was when she kissed him, plainly frozen in time.
He was confused. VERY confused. Surprised, stunned, perplexed, shocked,
baffled, puzzled, and all in all, absolutely overjoyed.
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Lenna: So, ummm… What do
you think? Not that good, in my opinion… ~_~
Nelly: But it's you who
decide!! ^.^
Lenna: Well, in the next
chapter there will probably be a HUGE twist. Probably, not for sure yet.
Nelly: Oh, and… uh, sure,
littlewolfsyaoran, (that's how you spell it, right?) sure,
you can put our fic in your site if you'd like. ^.^
Kyra: As long as your
site isn't like, a hentai shrine for cheese, of course.
Lenna: ¬_¬' Ignore her…