Title: Look for me By Moonlight
Chapter Title: Beauty of the Mortals
Author: Peonyqt1004
DISCLAIMER: NOOOOO.... *Sob* MEDON'TOWNCCS!!!!! ;_;
It was the day.
Sakura nervously patted her hair down as Tomoyo made the final preperations with her beautiful ball gown. Tomoyo drew back and clapped her hands with delight. "Its scrumptious Sakura!" She exclaimed, her mouth half filled with pins and needles. Sakura blushed red. "Y-y-you think?" Sakura asked quietly. Tomoyo nodded. "It is BEAUTIFUL on you Sakura!" Tomoyo spat out the pins into a container and grabbed an ivory comb and quickly brushed it through Sakura's hair. With a quick twist with her arm, Sakura's hair was in a beautiful and flattering "up-do". Sakura's hair fell about in perfect waves about her face, a stray lock would sometimes fall from the large mass of hair put into a twisted and elengant bun. Tomoyo wasn't finished there. "Sakura, this would go PERFECTLY with your clothes!" Tomoyo rummaged through a small jewelery box and took out four items. Earrings, a necklace, a hair clip, and a beautiful bracelet. Sakura turned pale. "I can't take those Tomoyo!" Sakura said, her eyes large and frightened. "What if someone STEALS it from me?" Tomoyo laughed. "From you? Nah. Eriol would protect you." Sakura turned a blazing color of red. Tomoyo's eyes observed this. "Sakura, you like Eriol don't you." Sakura jumped, her eyes large and her cheeks the color of crimson. "N-n-no! Why would you think that!" Tomoyo looked a bit sad. "Yes you do. Look ay you Sakura, you blush whenever I mention him." Sakura looked away. "I swear I don't..." Sakura whispered, her heart gave a painful wrench, for she knew why Tomoyo was saying this. "Tomoyo..." Sakura said, her voice dry and whispery. "You love Eriol don't you?" It was Tomoyo's turn to turn red. "O-o-of course not!" Tomoyo said loudly, as if reassuring herself. She let out a loud unconvinving laugh. "Sakura, where did you get that idea?" Tomoyo quickly grabbed the hair clip, which was a small artificial cherry blossom, shaped out perfectly with pink jade and studded with dimonds. "This is beautiful!" Tomoyo gushed as she dissassembled. She inserted it right in the middle of Sakura's hair and quickly clasped the beautiful silver and dimond necklace around Sakura's throat. "Sakura, you would love there earrings, the crystal is made with the pink dimond... I forgot what it was called, but it fits you perfectly, and these emerald leves... isn't it beautiful?" Tomoyo blabbered on. Sakura shut her mouth, knowing exactly why her friend was doing this.
Tomoyo loved Eriol.
Sakura felt the sickening churning feeling in her stomach again. She could tell from the way Tomoyo sometimes stole glances at him... how her eyes twinkled... how she would smile her rare smiles at him... and she was quite sure Eriol loved her too... Sakura closed her eyes, tears threatening to appear. But no one loved her. The only one who seemed to care was that vampire... at least in her dreams... and the guy she didn't know... who was in her dreams as well. Ironic. Sakura thought. Tomoyo smiled and clapped her hands. "Come on Sakura! Lets strike awe in the eyes of every male there!" Sakura smiled forcefully. "Ok!" Sakura said with fake cheerfulness. But inside, she was dying. She loved Eriol, but her friends happiness would make her happy. Sakura gave a rather weak smile as she followed her friend out.
Eriol impatiently tapped a foot against the floor. "Girls, its so irritating." Eriol muttered under his breath. He heard the door creak open and he whirled around, "What took you guys so long?! Its took for--." He blinked as his eyes first rested on Sakura, then Tomoyo. His breathe caught in his lips. Flustered at his reaction he bowed quickly. "Um, how nice for you two beautiful ladies to grace me with your presence?" Tomoyo covered her lips and tried to squelch a laugh. "Ah Eriol..." Tomoyo said sweetly, acting as lady like as possible. "Such a gentleman like you would be furthur graced by my presence if you would just put on my lovely suit in which I've made just for you." Tomoyo withdrew a paper wrapped package. Eriol choked in a cry of indignation. "Fine... fine my lady." He spluttered as Tomoyo shot him a sweet look. Sakura watched this enviously and clutched at her white kid gloves to her chest. Eriol and Tomoyo were in a world of their own. Sakura felt ugly. She stared down at her silken slippers and felt a strange sickly feeling overcome her. Sakura's face was pale. "I-i-i-i need to get in the carriage." Sakura said quickly, her eyes large and limpid againt her pale pixie like face. Eriol and Tomoyo didn't even spare her a glance. Sakura's heart gave a painful wrench and she got in the carriage. Small pearls of tesr dripping down from her eyes heedlessy. She felt unloved.
Syaoran brushed the lint off his clothes. The style of his waist coat and suit was a bit old fashioned, but when he wore it with such an air that even the most snobbist fashion frantics would look him over twice and not notice the "old" clothes which he wore. He wore a dark black suit with longish black pants which folded neatly and perfectly around his brown shoes. Around his throat he wore a strange golden chain, and a small stopwatch was chained onto the side of his pants. Top give him a rather careless and comfortable look, the top part of his shirt was slightly unbuttoned. Syaoran raciously became the host, and as people arrived, Syaoran charmingly used his old skills of charisma. Charming people... without them knowing who he really was. But his brown eyes was searching for that one face... the face of his green eyed angel. Syaoran's eyes shot towards the entrance to his large ballroom. He felt a presence... the presence of sorcerers... One was blue... a deep dark mysterious blue, and the other, was a cheerful, happy, powerful pink... His lips became dry. He recognized this aura as being the aura of one of the most formidable enemies to all of dark kind... The Clows Aura... and the pink one too, but he did not care if he killed her, as long as he could get her love, and to tell her how much he had loved her... the chance that he never had long ago. Slowly, keeping a rather charming smile on his face, he made his way toward Sakura. He drew in his aura quickly, and hid it from everyone.
Eriol pulled his collar a bit, making a rather whiny sound. "This collars too tight." Tomoyo gave him a sugary sweet smile. "But you look so HANDSOME!" Tomoyo curtseyed. Eriol turned a dull shade of red. "Er... you look beautiful too Tomoyo." Eriol was handsome in his dark purple suit and white shirt that Tomoyo had made. The purple suit was made in a simple, yet elegant style. On Eriols right shoulder was a golden sun, stitched in with gold thread. The slightly pleated part of his suit drew out his rather slender waist and his black velvet collar emboided with silver and gold designs of the moon and sun was awestriking. Eriols eyes, the deep blue eyes, were drawn out by the simple color of his clothes... the royal purple of his suit. Tomoyo blushed as Eriol exteneded a hand to her. "May I?" Sakura stood next to them like a lawn decoration. Feeling quite distressed and left out, Sakura started when she felt a familiar aura which quickly dissppeared without a trace. Her large green eyes scanned the ball room. To her distress her eyes found a certain annoying man coming towards her. Sakura turned on her heels to run but it was too late.
"Is Miss Kinomoto going anywhere?"
Sakura bit her lips as large hands grabbed her arm roughly. "Actually yes." She said polietly. "I need to go to the ladies powder room." Two dark cold eyes met hers, the color of the darkest ocean, and dark blonde hair fell about those cold and arrogant eyes. "I would like a dance." He said rather snobbishly, refusing to believe she would refuse. "No thank you, I'm busy." She looked appealingly at her two friends, but they were much too busy flirting to notice Sakura prediciment. "Please... I need to go." Sakura tried to yank her arm away but the man sneered at her. "Why?" Sakura felt her patience wearing thin. "Krimi Ramayakou!" Sakura snapped angrily. "I don't want to dance with you now let go!" Krimi sneered at her. "Who said I'll listen to a wench of a woman like you?"
"I would take my hands off her if I were you."
Sakuras breathe caught in her throat... can it be? No. Why would a vampire be doing in the middle of a ball? But it was true. Her terrified eyes met a pair of angry amber ones who was glaring at her captor with such burning hatred that eben Sakura felt herself coil.
"Who do you think you are?!" Krimi snapped.
"The host of this party, let go or you'll be kicked out."
Krimi pursed his lips and glared at the taller man. "Fine." He said sullenly, stalking off quickly into the crowd. Sakura gaped at Syaoran. "Y--y-you are..." Syaoran looked at her, his dark eyes wary. "Shush." He put a gentle hand on her lips. "Do not speak of that here." Syaoran gazed at Sakura in appreciation. She was dressed in a becoming silverish white gown which bared her shoulders and her slim milk white throat. Her throat was graced by a beautiful dimond necklace, and her wrist was adorned with one simple bracelet. A shining fake cherry blossom resting on top of her silky brown locks. Tiny silver stars were scattered at the hem of Sakura's dress, embroided with silver thread, and small pearls botted the hem of her dress, and the slim and stylish waist was enhanced beautiuflly with a slightly pleated back with a gauzy ribbon which held the back in place. The dress was tight about her waist, but spread and became full around the bottom, with small wispy lace gracing the bottom of her dress. Her sleeves were stylishly crumpled, and ended a little about her upper arm, and small cascaged of silver ribbons whipped about the air from where they hung. She was absolutly breathtaking.
Sakura felt his gaze on her and became pink as she blustered around. "I need to go... I..." He held her hand gently. "A dance?" He asked graciously, he charmingly smiled at Sakura, who felt her heart flutter, but her mind scream... "Well... um..." It was too late. Their body was already moving to the soothing melody of the waltz played by a few skilled musicians. Sakura moved lightly to the music, biting her lips and shooting meaningful glances at Eriol, who seemed to be in a land of his own. Sakura twirled around and Syaoran caught her lightly back into a dip. His face was close to hers. He stared into her eyes, his eyes hypnotic... "Sakura...Ying fa... do you know what Ying Fa means?" Sakura shook her head quickly. Syaoran smiled and fluidly brought her up and moved to the music with ease. "Cherry Blossoms." He said, his voice a low rumble. Sakura stared. Sakura and Ying fa was the same meaning. Syaoran quirked his eyebrows slightly and smiled a rather toothy grin. That was when Sakura began to become uneasy as she saw, directly, his sharp long canine teeth.... they were unatrually sharp, and looked rather leathal. Sakura felt herself feel faint. "I... I..." Sakura backed away, feeling rather stupid. "I must go." Sakura whirled around to leave but tripped as another dancers foot caught and got tangled in hers. Sakura gave a cry as she feel backwards. A hand lightly caught her elbow.
'Whose that?" Krimi asked sullenly, watching the two people dance about closely for a while. "Li, Duke Li. He's quite the charmer, and handsome too." His sister replied. She had the same cold blue eyes, but her hair was brown. Although her face was small, her thin lips looked rather cunning, taking the sweet innocent look off her face immediatly. Her charming eyelashes, and rather cute dimples and her slightly sad puppy eyes had a hard glint to then. Her slightly wavy hair curled about her face, a blue sappire comb holding her hair up. She patted her dress down, the blue silk dress she had stolen from her friend. "I rather like that duke, he is rich... and handsome." She shot a meaningful glance at her brother. Krimi grinned. "What do you want sister dear?" The girl rubbed her wide slender hands together gleefully. "I want Syaoran, you want Sakura. If you disgrace Sakura, Syaoran would'nt want her anymore. Then, Syaorans mine. And you only want Sakura's body." His sister smiled. "I'll help you get that little whore." His brothers grin widened, showing perfect teeth. "Ah, Sister Mila, you were always quite sly and cunning at getting what you want... its a deal."
Tomoyo twirled in Eriol's arm. They were an elegant couple. Really. A strange creature in the darkest corners of all this merriment smirked, its yellow eyes glowing and blinking. Too bad the one with the navy hair and the large specs had to go. It was too bad. Really. The two eyes blinked once more, and dissappeared.
Sakura yanked away from Syaoran, who had caught her before she fell. "Please, excuse me." She said tightly as she marched over to the refreshment stand. Using the crystal ladle, she poured some of the champagne into her glass goblet. She sat down on the great dining room chairs and stared at praticualry nothing. The surroundings were so familiar. The large gray arch of the roomy gothic styled palace... The green gold cloth which decorated to rooms, the silver sheilds resting in the glass case armory... and the large white vase which stood near the large window which contained branches of fragrant cherry blossoms... Sakura drank thirstily. "My my, aren't you a thirsty lass Ms. Kinomoto." Sakura blinked and smiled widely. It was Sonomi Daiijabou. Tomoyo's mother. "Ah! Hello madame." Sakura curtseyed clumsily and poured the drink onto the white tablecloth. Sakura moaned in dismay. "Dear Sakura. Its ok." Sonomi sat next to Sakura. "Tell me, how is that annoying father of yours doing?" "He's fine." Sakura replied, sweatdropping slighty. Of course she knew Sonomi despised her father. Sonomi nodded stiffly. "I want to tell you something which I won't tell anyone." Sonomi whispered, her voice becoming a faint lull in the noisy background. Sakura frowned. "Ok." Sakura leaned forward.
"Dear Sakura, you know that my husband has died long ago, and how much my Tomoyo loved that poor dear?" Sonomi asked, slightly sad. "Hai." Sakura replied, a bit confused at the second. "Duke of Hales has asked me to marry him, that old bachelor whom I've favored for quite a while now." akura gaped. "You mean--." Sakura clapped her hands with delight. "Congratulations Mrs. Daiijabou!!" Sonomi nodded, her beautiful eyes sad. "I'm afraid Tomoyo won't be as happy as you are." Sakura paused, as a sudden realization hit her. "Oh... poor Tomoyo." Sonomi looked sober. "Please, I'm tired of being alone, please make Tomoyo understand without telling her of this new first ok?" Sakura nodded dumbly. "I'll try." Sonomi rose up, her beautiful glossmar gown of pale yellow silk rustling. "Thank you..." Sonomi's voice was filled with unmeasurable gratitude. Sonomi turned gracefully. Sakura noticed the tall red headed, hair speckled with tints of gray, stranger waiting for her.
Eriol's eyes darted suddenly, he had felt it, the strange and eerie aura which only a dark creature could possess... Could it be the wolf vampire? Eriol smiled at Tomoyo. "Tomoyo, I must go... for a minute, I'll be back." Eriol darted away quickly, Tomoyo stared after Eriol with a quizzical face. She patted her purple silk gown, ruffled fashionable around the hem and arm. She fingered her amyrest gold necklace, a look of worry on her face. Then she realized that Sakura was gone. Tomoyo frowned, 'How lonely Sakura must be...' A quick burst of regret hit her and she hurriedly searched for Sakura, seeing Sakura by the window, looking out, looking quite lonesome and breathtaking as the wind swept and combed Sakura's hair, pulling out a few golden brown ringlets. Tomoyo hurried and stopped, as a tall handsome brown haired stranger came up to her friend.
Sakura gazed at the garden. A beautiful sparkeling lake, tiny koi's swimming about in it.... a rose bush... cherry blossom trees... peonies... It was beautiful. Sakura smiled as her green eyes watched the beauty of the earth. She watched a small elf like woman running out into the garden, with a young man at hand. They were holding hands and giggling. The girl ran about the garden, laughing with boudless joy, holding her pink gown off the ground, the man chasing after her. It was beautiful. The moon shone, and the star's twinkled and blinked. Sakura felt as if she was in a spell.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Sakura glanced behind her and froze, her heart leaping in her chest. "Sy-yaoran!" Sakura felt a hotness creep up her face, leaving crimson in its wake. He smiled a heart breaking grin. "You see this? The garden? The smell of spring melting into summer?" Sakura tightened her grip on her gloves, twisting them this way and that nervously. "Why would a vampire care about mortal beauty?" Sakura asked, her voice flat and emotionless. Syaoran's breathe was hot on her neck. "Because I was a mortal, so I appreciate it." Sakura shivered and turned away, her eyes bright in the faint glimmering of the moonlit sky. "Then why destroy it?" Sakura whispered. "If you were a mortal... why betray it?" Sakura swallowed heavily. "Why did you kill the last few victims?" Syaoran looked at the sky, his face cool and elegant. He looked like a perfectly chistled ice statue. He oozed fineness. "Because, I loved her." He said flatly. "Mortals killed her, she isn't even a mortal, and she loved them, she fought for them, and died for them." His slender yet powerful fingers gripped the railing about him so hard his knuckles, which was already pale, became stark white. "Why didn't you kill me then?" Sakura asked, her eyes soft in the moonlight. "Because..." Syaoran seemed undecided. "Because... of you. Who you really are." Syaoran looked at her. Sakura suddenly let out a sudden sheer. "So you must be good hearted! You can't be all that evil!" Syaoran sweatdropped in suprise. "I'm sorry... But evil will always be in my heart. There is too many scars... too many." He smiled at her. "Only one person that I knew of could heal me of this evil consuming me... This vengence." His smiled faded, his eyes cold. "You." He turned slightly, his face hidden in shadows. "Don't you ever wonder if you are really who they say you are?"
Sakura gulped, her eyes bewildered. "N-n-no... I'm Sakura Kinomoto, daughter of--." He whirled around, his lips in a slight snarl. "Pitiful Kinomoto. After all we've been through together in our past life, this is all that remains? Don't you even have the faintest idea who you really are?!" Sakura shook her head, tears falling, she was scared, she leaned backwards, towards the rail. "N-n-no... Don't hurt me!" Sakura raised and arm, tears starting to flow quickly. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders. "I'm Syaoran Li! The son of a peasent from the country of Shu! You're Ying Fa Wei! Step daughter of the Duke of Lei! The fallen angel? Do you remeber now? Ying fa? SAKURA?" He shook her. Sakura screamed slightly as he gripped her arms so tightly she felt a searing pain. "let go of me!" Sakura glared at him, throwing herself away from him. "I'm Sakura Kinomoto, daughter of Sir Kinomoto, the merchant." Sakura stepped away, her eyes stinging with tears. "You live in a fantasy Syaoran! You are a vampire... I am... a merchants daughter..." "Card Mistress." Syaoran corrected, "Oh Ying Fa the fallen angels cards." Sakura shook her head. "I'm not who you think I am, if this is why you are so kind to me, there is no reason!" Syaoran looked at her cooly. "I love you Sakura." He said softly, she froze for a minute but quickly shook her head. tears fell from her eyes. "You love Ying Fa." Sakura said brokenly. "I am not her. I don't want someone loving me because of another woman, because I look like another, or because of anothers life! I want to be loved for who I am and who i will become!" Sakura panted, finished, she whirled around and left. Syaoran looked after her, his fist clenched tightly.
Eriol searched about the garden, he knew what he felt. 'Strange...' Eriol looked about, frowning slightly. 'I knew--.' Something hit him fully on his back, making Eriol fly into the air and land on his front, gasping for breathe. "Clow, the destroyer of my kind." Somoething hissed, Eriol painfully turned around, staring. It was a Dark Sprite. It's beautiful face was in the shape of a "v". Her eyes were slanted upwards sharply, her dark black eyes fringed with dark sooty lashes. Her black wild hair flew about her face, her small sharp body floating off the ground, held aloft by a pair of skeletal black wings. Clow groaned slightly. Eriol got up, gritting his teeth. The sprite smirked, she shook a finger. "Nuh uh uh! Sit!" She pointed a finger at him and a dark bolt of electricity hit him, making his fall on his back. Thesprite cackled as she flew about him. "Prepare to die Eriol Clow! I have you to kill, but tell me, where is the fallen angel!" Eriol groaned, "I'll never tell you." He brought up his blue aura and slammed her back. The small sprite shreiked shrilly as it slammed into a tree. But she got up, her eyes half closed. "Tell me... or..." The sprite suddenly brought up and index finger, she seemed to pull something through the air, and suddenly, she had transported a certain small woman into her grip. A familiar purple haired woman. "Or She'll die." The Sprite smiled as her fangs grew longer. "I do love human blood, even if I am not a vampire."
Sakura ran away from him. Her eyes wet with tears. Of course. She should'nt have brought her hopes up. She felt ashamed and humiliated that she would think that maybe Syaoran would like her... He was a vampire for goodness sakes! She wiped her tears away and sighed angrily. He didn't love her at all. She knew why he did, because she looked like some freak from the past. The original owner of the cards she captured. She wiped her tears away furiously as she found a bench in the garden to sit on. She was suppose to be alone in this world anyways. She was the card mistress. The one to die for her cause. She was suppose to find the alter of evil and destroy it with her magic to kill off all darkness. But she never knew where to start. 5 years of searching and it had been fruitless. Love was forbidden to her. Everyone she loved died. She was lonely, and the only one she though could love her loved another. She was utterly alone. Why could'nt the fallen angel finish her duty? So she would'nt go through this? She sobbed slightly and ceased to a whimper as she brought her knees up to her face. She had killed the evil forest, the queen of the dark zombies... and the king of the snakes... what else must she do? She saved many lives, but there was no gratitude. They didn't even know who she was... or how they've been saved. Bringing balance to the words was hard. She wished she had never touched that cursed diary... the small silver and gold diary she had found under a cherry blossom tree when she was 10. She never read the diary itself, respecting the former owners privacy... but a small golden heart of silver and some strange silver pink light embedded in her chest, and that was when she discovered she had magic.
Curse the day.
Sakura sighed and patted her creased dress flat, and jumped as she heard a scream... And a wave of magic.
To be continued...
A/N: A bit of a past recollection to let you guys have an idea on how she got those cards... And a bit more drama... Hehehe, Yuki is not in this one, he's irrelevant in this chapter... ^^ Next one will come out soon! ^^; I think. This one isn't spell checked or anything. So excuse my porr use of grammar and spelling. Thank you! Reveiw please! Need ta keep 'em comin! ^^~3
REVEIW!!
Chapter Title: Beauty of the Mortals
Author: Peonyqt1004
DISCLAIMER: NOOOOO.... *Sob* MEDON'TOWNCCS!!!!! ;_;
It was the day.
Sakura nervously patted her hair down as Tomoyo made the final preperations with her beautiful ball gown. Tomoyo drew back and clapped her hands with delight. "Its scrumptious Sakura!" She exclaimed, her mouth half filled with pins and needles. Sakura blushed red. "Y-y-you think?" Sakura asked quietly. Tomoyo nodded. "It is BEAUTIFUL on you Sakura!" Tomoyo spat out the pins into a container and grabbed an ivory comb and quickly brushed it through Sakura's hair. With a quick twist with her arm, Sakura's hair was in a beautiful and flattering "up-do". Sakura's hair fell about in perfect waves about her face, a stray lock would sometimes fall from the large mass of hair put into a twisted and elengant bun. Tomoyo wasn't finished there. "Sakura, this would go PERFECTLY with your clothes!" Tomoyo rummaged through a small jewelery box and took out four items. Earrings, a necklace, a hair clip, and a beautiful bracelet. Sakura turned pale. "I can't take those Tomoyo!" Sakura said, her eyes large and frightened. "What if someone STEALS it from me?" Tomoyo laughed. "From you? Nah. Eriol would protect you." Sakura turned a blazing color of red. Tomoyo's eyes observed this. "Sakura, you like Eriol don't you." Sakura jumped, her eyes large and her cheeks the color of crimson. "N-n-no! Why would you think that!" Tomoyo looked a bit sad. "Yes you do. Look ay you Sakura, you blush whenever I mention him." Sakura looked away. "I swear I don't..." Sakura whispered, her heart gave a painful wrench, for she knew why Tomoyo was saying this. "Tomoyo..." Sakura said, her voice dry and whispery. "You love Eriol don't you?" It was Tomoyo's turn to turn red. "O-o-of course not!" Tomoyo said loudly, as if reassuring herself. She let out a loud unconvinving laugh. "Sakura, where did you get that idea?" Tomoyo quickly grabbed the hair clip, which was a small artificial cherry blossom, shaped out perfectly with pink jade and studded with dimonds. "This is beautiful!" Tomoyo gushed as she dissassembled. She inserted it right in the middle of Sakura's hair and quickly clasped the beautiful silver and dimond necklace around Sakura's throat. "Sakura, you would love there earrings, the crystal is made with the pink dimond... I forgot what it was called, but it fits you perfectly, and these emerald leves... isn't it beautiful?" Tomoyo blabbered on. Sakura shut her mouth, knowing exactly why her friend was doing this.
Tomoyo loved Eriol.
Sakura felt the sickening churning feeling in her stomach again. She could tell from the way Tomoyo sometimes stole glances at him... how her eyes twinkled... how she would smile her rare smiles at him... and she was quite sure Eriol loved her too... Sakura closed her eyes, tears threatening to appear. But no one loved her. The only one who seemed to care was that vampire... at least in her dreams... and the guy she didn't know... who was in her dreams as well. Ironic. Sakura thought. Tomoyo smiled and clapped her hands. "Come on Sakura! Lets strike awe in the eyes of every male there!" Sakura smiled forcefully. "Ok!" Sakura said with fake cheerfulness. But inside, she was dying. She loved Eriol, but her friends happiness would make her happy. Sakura gave a rather weak smile as she followed her friend out.
Eriol impatiently tapped a foot against the floor. "Girls, its so irritating." Eriol muttered under his breath. He heard the door creak open and he whirled around, "What took you guys so long?! Its took for--." He blinked as his eyes first rested on Sakura, then Tomoyo. His breathe caught in his lips. Flustered at his reaction he bowed quickly. "Um, how nice for you two beautiful ladies to grace me with your presence?" Tomoyo covered her lips and tried to squelch a laugh. "Ah Eriol..." Tomoyo said sweetly, acting as lady like as possible. "Such a gentleman like you would be furthur graced by my presence if you would just put on my lovely suit in which I've made just for you." Tomoyo withdrew a paper wrapped package. Eriol choked in a cry of indignation. "Fine... fine my lady." He spluttered as Tomoyo shot him a sweet look. Sakura watched this enviously and clutched at her white kid gloves to her chest. Eriol and Tomoyo were in a world of their own. Sakura felt ugly. She stared down at her silken slippers and felt a strange sickly feeling overcome her. Sakura's face was pale. "I-i-i-i need to get in the carriage." Sakura said quickly, her eyes large and limpid againt her pale pixie like face. Eriol and Tomoyo didn't even spare her a glance. Sakura's heart gave a painful wrench and she got in the carriage. Small pearls of tesr dripping down from her eyes heedlessy. She felt unloved.
Syaoran brushed the lint off his clothes. The style of his waist coat and suit was a bit old fashioned, but when he wore it with such an air that even the most snobbist fashion frantics would look him over twice and not notice the "old" clothes which he wore. He wore a dark black suit with longish black pants which folded neatly and perfectly around his brown shoes. Around his throat he wore a strange golden chain, and a small stopwatch was chained onto the side of his pants. Top give him a rather careless and comfortable look, the top part of his shirt was slightly unbuttoned. Syaoran raciously became the host, and as people arrived, Syaoran charmingly used his old skills of charisma. Charming people... without them knowing who he really was. But his brown eyes was searching for that one face... the face of his green eyed angel. Syaoran's eyes shot towards the entrance to his large ballroom. He felt a presence... the presence of sorcerers... One was blue... a deep dark mysterious blue, and the other, was a cheerful, happy, powerful pink... His lips became dry. He recognized this aura as being the aura of one of the most formidable enemies to all of dark kind... The Clows Aura... and the pink one too, but he did not care if he killed her, as long as he could get her love, and to tell her how much he had loved her... the chance that he never had long ago. Slowly, keeping a rather charming smile on his face, he made his way toward Sakura. He drew in his aura quickly, and hid it from everyone.
Eriol pulled his collar a bit, making a rather whiny sound. "This collars too tight." Tomoyo gave him a sugary sweet smile. "But you look so HANDSOME!" Tomoyo curtseyed. Eriol turned a dull shade of red. "Er... you look beautiful too Tomoyo." Eriol was handsome in his dark purple suit and white shirt that Tomoyo had made. The purple suit was made in a simple, yet elegant style. On Eriols right shoulder was a golden sun, stitched in with gold thread. The slightly pleated part of his suit drew out his rather slender waist and his black velvet collar emboided with silver and gold designs of the moon and sun was awestriking. Eriols eyes, the deep blue eyes, were drawn out by the simple color of his clothes... the royal purple of his suit. Tomoyo blushed as Eriol exteneded a hand to her. "May I?" Sakura stood next to them like a lawn decoration. Feeling quite distressed and left out, Sakura started when she felt a familiar aura which quickly dissppeared without a trace. Her large green eyes scanned the ball room. To her distress her eyes found a certain annoying man coming towards her. Sakura turned on her heels to run but it was too late.
"Is Miss Kinomoto going anywhere?"
Sakura bit her lips as large hands grabbed her arm roughly. "Actually yes." She said polietly. "I need to go to the ladies powder room." Two dark cold eyes met hers, the color of the darkest ocean, and dark blonde hair fell about those cold and arrogant eyes. "I would like a dance." He said rather snobbishly, refusing to believe she would refuse. "No thank you, I'm busy." She looked appealingly at her two friends, but they were much too busy flirting to notice Sakura prediciment. "Please... I need to go." Sakura tried to yank her arm away but the man sneered at her. "Why?" Sakura felt her patience wearing thin. "Krimi Ramayakou!" Sakura snapped angrily. "I don't want to dance with you now let go!" Krimi sneered at her. "Who said I'll listen to a wench of a woman like you?"
"I would take my hands off her if I were you."
Sakuras breathe caught in her throat... can it be? No. Why would a vampire be doing in the middle of a ball? But it was true. Her terrified eyes met a pair of angry amber ones who was glaring at her captor with such burning hatred that eben Sakura felt herself coil.
"Who do you think you are?!" Krimi snapped.
"The host of this party, let go or you'll be kicked out."
Krimi pursed his lips and glared at the taller man. "Fine." He said sullenly, stalking off quickly into the crowd. Sakura gaped at Syaoran. "Y--y-you are..." Syaoran looked at her, his dark eyes wary. "Shush." He put a gentle hand on her lips. "Do not speak of that here." Syaoran gazed at Sakura in appreciation. She was dressed in a becoming silverish white gown which bared her shoulders and her slim milk white throat. Her throat was graced by a beautiful dimond necklace, and her wrist was adorned with one simple bracelet. A shining fake cherry blossom resting on top of her silky brown locks. Tiny silver stars were scattered at the hem of Sakura's dress, embroided with silver thread, and small pearls botted the hem of her dress, and the slim and stylish waist was enhanced beautiuflly with a slightly pleated back with a gauzy ribbon which held the back in place. The dress was tight about her waist, but spread and became full around the bottom, with small wispy lace gracing the bottom of her dress. Her sleeves were stylishly crumpled, and ended a little about her upper arm, and small cascaged of silver ribbons whipped about the air from where they hung. She was absolutly breathtaking.
Sakura felt his gaze on her and became pink as she blustered around. "I need to go... I..." He held her hand gently. "A dance?" He asked graciously, he charmingly smiled at Sakura, who felt her heart flutter, but her mind scream... "Well... um..." It was too late. Their body was already moving to the soothing melody of the waltz played by a few skilled musicians. Sakura moved lightly to the music, biting her lips and shooting meaningful glances at Eriol, who seemed to be in a land of his own. Sakura twirled around and Syaoran caught her lightly back into a dip. His face was close to hers. He stared into her eyes, his eyes hypnotic... "Sakura...Ying fa... do you know what Ying Fa means?" Sakura shook her head quickly. Syaoran smiled and fluidly brought her up and moved to the music with ease. "Cherry Blossoms." He said, his voice a low rumble. Sakura stared. Sakura and Ying fa was the same meaning. Syaoran quirked his eyebrows slightly and smiled a rather toothy grin. That was when Sakura began to become uneasy as she saw, directly, his sharp long canine teeth.... they were unatrually sharp, and looked rather leathal. Sakura felt herself feel faint. "I... I..." Sakura backed away, feeling rather stupid. "I must go." Sakura whirled around to leave but tripped as another dancers foot caught and got tangled in hers. Sakura gave a cry as she feel backwards. A hand lightly caught her elbow.
'Whose that?" Krimi asked sullenly, watching the two people dance about closely for a while. "Li, Duke Li. He's quite the charmer, and handsome too." His sister replied. She had the same cold blue eyes, but her hair was brown. Although her face was small, her thin lips looked rather cunning, taking the sweet innocent look off her face immediatly. Her charming eyelashes, and rather cute dimples and her slightly sad puppy eyes had a hard glint to then. Her slightly wavy hair curled about her face, a blue sappire comb holding her hair up. She patted her dress down, the blue silk dress she had stolen from her friend. "I rather like that duke, he is rich... and handsome." She shot a meaningful glance at her brother. Krimi grinned. "What do you want sister dear?" The girl rubbed her wide slender hands together gleefully. "I want Syaoran, you want Sakura. If you disgrace Sakura, Syaoran would'nt want her anymore. Then, Syaorans mine. And you only want Sakura's body." His sister smiled. "I'll help you get that little whore." His brothers grin widened, showing perfect teeth. "Ah, Sister Mila, you were always quite sly and cunning at getting what you want... its a deal."
Tomoyo twirled in Eriol's arm. They were an elegant couple. Really. A strange creature in the darkest corners of all this merriment smirked, its yellow eyes glowing and blinking. Too bad the one with the navy hair and the large specs had to go. It was too bad. Really. The two eyes blinked once more, and dissappeared.
Sakura yanked away from Syaoran, who had caught her before she fell. "Please, excuse me." She said tightly as she marched over to the refreshment stand. Using the crystal ladle, she poured some of the champagne into her glass goblet. She sat down on the great dining room chairs and stared at praticualry nothing. The surroundings were so familiar. The large gray arch of the roomy gothic styled palace... The green gold cloth which decorated to rooms, the silver sheilds resting in the glass case armory... and the large white vase which stood near the large window which contained branches of fragrant cherry blossoms... Sakura drank thirstily. "My my, aren't you a thirsty lass Ms. Kinomoto." Sakura blinked and smiled widely. It was Sonomi Daiijabou. Tomoyo's mother. "Ah! Hello madame." Sakura curtseyed clumsily and poured the drink onto the white tablecloth. Sakura moaned in dismay. "Dear Sakura. Its ok." Sonomi sat next to Sakura. "Tell me, how is that annoying father of yours doing?" "He's fine." Sakura replied, sweatdropping slighty. Of course she knew Sonomi despised her father. Sonomi nodded stiffly. "I want to tell you something which I won't tell anyone." Sonomi whispered, her voice becoming a faint lull in the noisy background. Sakura frowned. "Ok." Sakura leaned forward.
"Dear Sakura, you know that my husband has died long ago, and how much my Tomoyo loved that poor dear?" Sonomi asked, slightly sad. "Hai." Sakura replied, a bit confused at the second. "Duke of Hales has asked me to marry him, that old bachelor whom I've favored for quite a while now." akura gaped. "You mean--." Sakura clapped her hands with delight. "Congratulations Mrs. Daiijabou!!" Sonomi nodded, her beautiful eyes sad. "I'm afraid Tomoyo won't be as happy as you are." Sakura paused, as a sudden realization hit her. "Oh... poor Tomoyo." Sonomi looked sober. "Please, I'm tired of being alone, please make Tomoyo understand without telling her of this new first ok?" Sakura nodded dumbly. "I'll try." Sonomi rose up, her beautiful glossmar gown of pale yellow silk rustling. "Thank you..." Sonomi's voice was filled with unmeasurable gratitude. Sonomi turned gracefully. Sakura noticed the tall red headed, hair speckled with tints of gray, stranger waiting for her.
Eriol's eyes darted suddenly, he had felt it, the strange and eerie aura which only a dark creature could possess... Could it be the wolf vampire? Eriol smiled at Tomoyo. "Tomoyo, I must go... for a minute, I'll be back." Eriol darted away quickly, Tomoyo stared after Eriol with a quizzical face. She patted her purple silk gown, ruffled fashionable around the hem and arm. She fingered her amyrest gold necklace, a look of worry on her face. Then she realized that Sakura was gone. Tomoyo frowned, 'How lonely Sakura must be...' A quick burst of regret hit her and she hurriedly searched for Sakura, seeing Sakura by the window, looking out, looking quite lonesome and breathtaking as the wind swept and combed Sakura's hair, pulling out a few golden brown ringlets. Tomoyo hurried and stopped, as a tall handsome brown haired stranger came up to her friend.
Sakura gazed at the garden. A beautiful sparkeling lake, tiny koi's swimming about in it.... a rose bush... cherry blossom trees... peonies... It was beautiful. Sakura smiled as her green eyes watched the beauty of the earth. She watched a small elf like woman running out into the garden, with a young man at hand. They were holding hands and giggling. The girl ran about the garden, laughing with boudless joy, holding her pink gown off the ground, the man chasing after her. It was beautiful. The moon shone, and the star's twinkled and blinked. Sakura felt as if she was in a spell.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Sakura glanced behind her and froze, her heart leaping in her chest. "Sy-yaoran!" Sakura felt a hotness creep up her face, leaving crimson in its wake. He smiled a heart breaking grin. "You see this? The garden? The smell of spring melting into summer?" Sakura tightened her grip on her gloves, twisting them this way and that nervously. "Why would a vampire care about mortal beauty?" Sakura asked, her voice flat and emotionless. Syaoran's breathe was hot on her neck. "Because I was a mortal, so I appreciate it." Sakura shivered and turned away, her eyes bright in the faint glimmering of the moonlit sky. "Then why destroy it?" Sakura whispered. "If you were a mortal... why betray it?" Sakura swallowed heavily. "Why did you kill the last few victims?" Syaoran looked at the sky, his face cool and elegant. He looked like a perfectly chistled ice statue. He oozed fineness. "Because, I loved her." He said flatly. "Mortals killed her, she isn't even a mortal, and she loved them, she fought for them, and died for them." His slender yet powerful fingers gripped the railing about him so hard his knuckles, which was already pale, became stark white. "Why didn't you kill me then?" Sakura asked, her eyes soft in the moonlight. "Because..." Syaoran seemed undecided. "Because... of you. Who you really are." Syaoran looked at her. Sakura suddenly let out a sudden sheer. "So you must be good hearted! You can't be all that evil!" Syaoran sweatdropped in suprise. "I'm sorry... But evil will always be in my heart. There is too many scars... too many." He smiled at her. "Only one person that I knew of could heal me of this evil consuming me... This vengence." His smiled faded, his eyes cold. "You." He turned slightly, his face hidden in shadows. "Don't you ever wonder if you are really who they say you are?"
Sakura gulped, her eyes bewildered. "N-n-no... I'm Sakura Kinomoto, daughter of--." He whirled around, his lips in a slight snarl. "Pitiful Kinomoto. After all we've been through together in our past life, this is all that remains? Don't you even have the faintest idea who you really are?!" Sakura shook her head, tears falling, she was scared, she leaned backwards, towards the rail. "N-n-no... Don't hurt me!" Sakura raised and arm, tears starting to flow quickly. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders. "I'm Syaoran Li! The son of a peasent from the country of Shu! You're Ying Fa Wei! Step daughter of the Duke of Lei! The fallen angel? Do you remeber now? Ying fa? SAKURA?" He shook her. Sakura screamed slightly as he gripped her arms so tightly she felt a searing pain. "let go of me!" Sakura glared at him, throwing herself away from him. "I'm Sakura Kinomoto, daughter of Sir Kinomoto, the merchant." Sakura stepped away, her eyes stinging with tears. "You live in a fantasy Syaoran! You are a vampire... I am... a merchants daughter..." "Card Mistress." Syaoran corrected, "Oh Ying Fa the fallen angels cards." Sakura shook her head. "I'm not who you think I am, if this is why you are so kind to me, there is no reason!" Syaoran looked at her cooly. "I love you Sakura." He said softly, she froze for a minute but quickly shook her head. tears fell from her eyes. "You love Ying Fa." Sakura said brokenly. "I am not her. I don't want someone loving me because of another woman, because I look like another, or because of anothers life! I want to be loved for who I am and who i will become!" Sakura panted, finished, she whirled around and left. Syaoran looked after her, his fist clenched tightly.
Eriol searched about the garden, he knew what he felt. 'Strange...' Eriol looked about, frowning slightly. 'I knew--.' Something hit him fully on his back, making Eriol fly into the air and land on his front, gasping for breathe. "Clow, the destroyer of my kind." Somoething hissed, Eriol painfully turned around, staring. It was a Dark Sprite. It's beautiful face was in the shape of a "v". Her eyes were slanted upwards sharply, her dark black eyes fringed with dark sooty lashes. Her black wild hair flew about her face, her small sharp body floating off the ground, held aloft by a pair of skeletal black wings. Clow groaned slightly. Eriol got up, gritting his teeth. The sprite smirked, she shook a finger. "Nuh uh uh! Sit!" She pointed a finger at him and a dark bolt of electricity hit him, making his fall on his back. Thesprite cackled as she flew about him. "Prepare to die Eriol Clow! I have you to kill, but tell me, where is the fallen angel!" Eriol groaned, "I'll never tell you." He brought up his blue aura and slammed her back. The small sprite shreiked shrilly as it slammed into a tree. But she got up, her eyes half closed. "Tell me... or..." The sprite suddenly brought up and index finger, she seemed to pull something through the air, and suddenly, she had transported a certain small woman into her grip. A familiar purple haired woman. "Or She'll die." The Sprite smiled as her fangs grew longer. "I do love human blood, even if I am not a vampire."
Sakura ran away from him. Her eyes wet with tears. Of course. She should'nt have brought her hopes up. She felt ashamed and humiliated that she would think that maybe Syaoran would like her... He was a vampire for goodness sakes! She wiped her tears away and sighed angrily. He didn't love her at all. She knew why he did, because she looked like some freak from the past. The original owner of the cards she captured. She wiped her tears away furiously as she found a bench in the garden to sit on. She was suppose to be alone in this world anyways. She was the card mistress. The one to die for her cause. She was suppose to find the alter of evil and destroy it with her magic to kill off all darkness. But she never knew where to start. 5 years of searching and it had been fruitless. Love was forbidden to her. Everyone she loved died. She was lonely, and the only one she though could love her loved another. She was utterly alone. Why could'nt the fallen angel finish her duty? So she would'nt go through this? She sobbed slightly and ceased to a whimper as she brought her knees up to her face. She had killed the evil forest, the queen of the dark zombies... and the king of the snakes... what else must she do? She saved many lives, but there was no gratitude. They didn't even know who she was... or how they've been saved. Bringing balance to the words was hard. She wished she had never touched that cursed diary... the small silver and gold diary she had found under a cherry blossom tree when she was 10. She never read the diary itself, respecting the former owners privacy... but a small golden heart of silver and some strange silver pink light embedded in her chest, and that was when she discovered she had magic.
Curse the day.
Sakura sighed and patted her creased dress flat, and jumped as she heard a scream... And a wave of magic.
To be continued...
A/N: A bit of a past recollection to let you guys have an idea on how she got those cards... And a bit more drama... Hehehe, Yuki is not in this one, he's irrelevant in this chapter... ^^ Next one will come out soon! ^^; I think. This one isn't spell checked or anything. So excuse my porr use of grammar and spelling. Thank you! Reveiw please! Need ta keep 'em comin! ^^~3
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