Author's notes:
Lenna: Hi! Look
people, sorry for the gigantic delay here, but we're improvising! It's sort of
vacation here in Brazil you see, and we've been away of the computer!
Nelly: So we're
writing in Lenna's dad's laptop, and that's not as easy as it should be. This
thing has defects. -_- Oh, it's shorter because it is just plainly impossible
to use this problematic machine.
Lenna: So, once
again, sorry for the delay! Btw, we put a HUGE twist in there, so please don't
kill us!! ^_^()
Nelly: Since Kyra
isn't here this time (I'm kinda traveling with Lenna ^.^), I'll do the odious
and boring disclaimer! We don't own CCS, and never claimed doing so!
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Hurt of love, reborn as an Angel
Chapter
eleven
She coughed in his arms once again,
her shivering never ceasing. The Princess had passed out a few minutes ago, but
she definitely didn't look well. Twisting in her sleep, her face deadly pale,
and yet her cheeks flushed with the fever. Sakura clutched Syaoran's shirt with
all her strength, which wasn't much at the moment. A fearful expression on her
face.
She trembled horribly, and he
couldn't really identify whether from the cold or from the burning fever. Her
burning cheeks contrasted gruesomely with her ghostly white face, her
temperature gradually rising. Her otherwise lovely and charming features were
distorted by the illness, which was starting to, putting it bluntly, freak
Syaoran out.
As if she apologized for something,
shaking her head fiercely, tears threatening to roll down her cheek. She appeared to be hallucinating in her
sleep, nightmares haunting the girl, and every once in a while she would mumble
a few incomprehensive words, grimacing in what Syaoran supposed was pain. And
even though she was unconscious, out of nowhere her eyes would suddenly snap
open in pure terror, while her body started to tremble uncontrollably. In
moments like these he had to stop trudging through the rain, and soothe her
with a few magical words. It worked, but only for a while.
And so he went on, carrying her
sleeping form, now or then stealing a worried glance at her. He had to find a
shelter, or he wouldn't know how to help her.
The rain complicated everything,
even if it had slowed down considerably in the past thirty minutes. And he was
still inside of the shielding magical bubble he had called upon to protect
Sakura from the cold. It didn't' seem to be of much use, though – even if it
blocked the rain, the atmosphere inside of the bubble wasn't that much warmer.
So she continued shaking, despite his best efforts to warm her.
He sighed when he felt her
shivering once more, repeating the same prayer-like words he couldn't quite
make out, over and over again.
Sakura: Syaoran… - She moaned,
burying her face in his chest. He ignored the blush that rapidly formed on his
cheeks, and hugged her closer to him. He noticed a few bitter teardrops gliding
down her face, leaving a clear path on her dusty cheeks. He couldn't be hurting
her in this dream, could he?
He stopped walking with a concerned
sigh, and as well as he could, he kneeled on the floor. He tenderly stroked her
hair, while placing her on his lap. The Prince awkwardly kissed her tears away,
still trying to comfort her, with his scarce knowledge of love.
Sakura: Syao… Syaoran…- She
whispered, her painful expression slowly fading away. He gently brushed a few
locks of her silky hair away from her closed eyes, gazing at her longingly. He
quietly leaned over and locked lips with her, caressing softly her cheek. She
still tasted sweet.
Perhaps… just like in a fairytale,
she would miraculously wake up, smiling and healthy…
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Tomoyo stared wide-eyed at the
rather shocked Eriol. She had never, ever in her entire life, acted
straight on impulse like that. She blinked confusedly a few times, searching
for a reaction in his eyes, finding none. Despite the blush that crept to his
cheeks, his face was rid from any emotion.
However, behind the blank
expression, Eriol was more like absolutely joyful. He didn't want to show it
yet, or else she might as well get scared, but he was definitely happy. The one
girl he had ever grown to love had just kissed him, spontaneously. What else
could he ask for?
Tomoyo suddenly shook her head
furiously, stumbling to her feet and with quite some difficulty trying to run
away. Fleeing was easier. It was easier than facing the fact that yes, she had
wanted and actually enjoyed having kissed him. Yet, before she was able to
truly start running, a hand swiftly grabbed her own. She stopped instantly,
breathing heavily.
She was afraid that she would start
to fall in love.
But before she had any chance to
escape his grip, Eriol enveloped her in his arms, not leaving her any option
but staying there. He could feel she was trembling slightly, and not from the
cold. She was scared of going past the point of acquaintance, and he could feel
it clearly. But even so, she didn't struggle or try to free herself. And so he
held her, her trembling slowly dying way.
Tomoyo breathed in the scent of the
man who now had her wrapped in his embrace. Her rational side screamed for her
to run away, but her heart didn't let it happen. It was safer in his arms,
warmer in his hug. So she just breathed nervously, until she finally let
herself give in, timidly reciprocating his hug. It was wrong, and still so
right. It was impossible, but so true. It was risky, and yet so safe. She was
in danger, but protected as well.
All in all, more than confused, she
was oh so content to be where she was.
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Syaoran ran through the now thinner
rain, carrying the unconscious Princess carefully, a new glimmer in his eyes.
Somehow, she was now smiling. A sweet smile, only and specially for him. It was
almost as if the kiss he had given her had really gotten her rid of part of the
fever.
And dashing around, he looked for a
shelter. Until now he hadn't found anything that could resemble a refuge, but
his hope was renewed. A single smile of the innocent girl had been able to
renovate his desperate wish of helping her. He smiled softly at her for a
moment, before continuing his search for a haven or something. And no matter
what, he was happy to have fallen in love with Sakura.
He kept looking for somewhere where
he could heal her, a place where she could rest. And lastly, he found somewhere
able to protect them from the rain and from the cold. A cave, its entrance well
hid beneath the shadows of tall trees, at the bottom of a giant mountain. He smiled.
Syaoran: Hold on just a little
longer Sakura… - He whispered, looking contently at the secluded cave.
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Eriol stroked Tomoyo's back gently,
smiling slightly. He knew he loved her, and he didn't fight it. She was the
most beautiful, kind and sweet person he ever got to know. He felt the
uneasiness around her slowly growing fainter, and his embrace being returned
shyly. He let her rest her head on his chest for a while, when he noticed how
late it already was. Regretfully, he slowly pulled away, gazing quietly at her
eyes.
Eriol: It's time I erase your
memory. And you won't have to remember all of this anymore. - He looked down,
in a useless effort of sounding indifferent, trying to ignore her painful and
sad eyes. It was as if she didn't want to forget this encounter with him. With
him, her enemy.
Tomoyo: I understand… But- Before
she could weakly protest, he caught her lips with his own, in a passionate
kiss. Her eyes widened with shock, and it took her a little too long to realize
what was happening, until she mightily kissed back. She didn't know if she was
doing right or wrong anymore. All she knew, all she cared and acknowledged, was
him. Closing her eyes, she deepened the fiery kiss, running a shaky hand
through his soft hair.
Eriol slowly and apologetically
broke the excruciatingly short and yet wonderful kiss. She didn't have time to
react, when he swiftly encased her in an oval, transparent bubble. Her magic
wasn't strong enough at this moment to break the spell, and she knew it.
Resigned, she half-sighed, half-sobbed. He saw tears glistening in her eyes,
and her aura flaring in distress. He backed away from her, partially because he
needed space to perform the magic, but partially because he couldn't bear her
hurt eyes. He stretched his right arm in front of his body, palms facing up. A
glowing ball of light formed inside of his hand, and a light blue aura started
to blaze around him.
He took in a deep breath, closing
his eyes and concentrating. He focused on the blinding bright little sphere,
and quietly, in almost a whisper, he intoned a spell. He pretended he didn't
notice the bitter tears that left Tomoyo's eyes.
Eriol: Remove and expunge all and
every memory she might have of me as a man. The only reminiscence she shall
guard of me is my fake, feminine appearance. – He spoke silently, forcing
himself to do it. He didn't want to. He couldn't do this. Yet he had to. He
didn't have any choice anyway, now did he?
He opened his eyes briefly, and
smiled faintly at the angel standing helpless in this magical cage.
Eriol: …I love you… - He declared,
smiling sadly at her now taken aback expression. Her eyes widened in shock, and
her jaw dropped. He didn't want to hear any reply, so he raised his arm high
above his head, ready to throw the magical brainwashing globe at her.
He breathed heavily, shutting his
eyes to prevent himself from involuntarily stopping, when-
Syaoran: ERIOL?! – An astounded
shout broke his concentration, and he yelped as the ball of magic launched on
its own, flying straight to hit the person in Syaoran's arms…
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Lenna: OK people, sorry
'bout the ridiculous length of this chapter, but WE ARE STRESSED! _
Aaaack, we are stuck in the middle of a few things that I dunno if we'll ever
sort out…
Nelly: We promise to
write more, but just when we arrive home…