Kara, Kaz and Kazra; well, well, well, here we are again. New story, another chapter...hehe, this is a pretty song! Anyways, I guess I should get writing on some stuff! Enjoy!!!! Man I really wanna write some romance into this fic but I dunno whether I should. This story is just about his turn over to the dark side...oh argh! I'll decide later!!!!
Plot; Syaoran stayed in Japan with Sakura and they fell in deep love with each other. Then one day out of nowhere comes an attack on the two by two Demons called Dems and Ashu, looking for the Cards. They are too much for Syaoran, Kero and Yue to fight off and in Dems and Ashu's desperate attempts to find the Clow Cards, Sakura is murdered by them then they disappear back to the other world. Syaoran had no choice but to return home. He won't let anyone help him, not even his mother. He doesn't think anyone could help him, so he pushed himself further into darkness. Then he goes and brutally kills Dems and Ashu. But before Ashu died something happened turning him over to the dark side. Will they be able to get Syaoran back?
Dark Love
The Past
Chapter 4.
A thought hit Syaoran, where had he been? Where had he transported himself to when he found Dems and Ashu. He couldn't have possibly gone to the other world. He knew he didn't have the key to the portal and he didn't think he could be that powerful. Could he be?
Syaoran didn't want to stay where he was. Being home brought back bad memories, and all the fussing with his mother and sisters was enough to drive anyone psycho. He didn't like it. He entered his room sniffling, as he started to feel sadness sink upon his heart. Leaving his only family for good was a thought he didn't think about a lot. Even though he never let on, he loved his family very much. He knew they loved him too and would do anything they could to make him stay but he knew it was the best thing for him at the moment. He couldn't stand having to answer to there questions any longer.
He got on all fours and reached an arm underneath his bed and pulled out a very old chest. It had inside his traditional robes he wore when helping Sakura, his old sword, and the Clow cards that had come to him. He stared at them and then threw them back into the chest. He sighed heavily and pushed the chest back underneath his bed. He got up lazily and looked around his room. A picture of Sakura and him was sitting on a small table beside his bed. He picked it up looked at Sakura's sweet smile and beautiful eyes. Suddenly he slammed it into the wall violently. He looked at the shattered glass scattered on the floor and the turned towards the door. He looked around the hallway to check that no one was there and then snuck outside.
He crept down towards his mothers room. There was one thing he had to get before leaving.
He quietly opened the door and peeked inside. Luckily she wasn't inside. The afternoon sunlight was shining through her window making everything look old. He closed the door quietly behind him and tiptoed to a small table. He carefully lifted up the cloth that was on top of it and looked into the hidden compartment, finding old photos, hair accessories and his mothers purse.
Syaoran took it out and opened it up and looked at the contents inside. There was enough money to last him a while so he grabbed it. He carefully placed the purse back where it he'd found it and then stared at the money in his hands.
'Should get me enough in the other world...' he thought.
He pocketed the money and then stared back at the old photos. They were mostly of his family when he was younger. Syaoran couldn't remember the last time he'd had a photo taken of his family. He carefully picked up one and looked it over. It was of his sisters and he, when he was around 6 years old. He placed it back and then his eyes spotted a black box down on the bottom shelf that caught his attention.
He picked up the box. It was made out of mahogany, a rich red colour and had engravings on the top. A Chinese protection spell that he recognised and then it was engraved with little dragons fighting here and there. It was quite beautiful. He brushed the dust off the top and opened it slowly.
Inside was some material. He took it out and saw that it was some white robes and a long black cloak. Syaoran looked at the silky white robes and black cloak with fascination. Then something, on the inside of the lid caught his eye. An old photo of an older man, nearly his age, and a young woman. The woman looked like his mother almost, without the harsh judgment upon her face. She was smiling happily and had her arm around the man.
The man was smiling and Syaoran noticed that he was wearing the same clothes he'd found in the box.
"Those belonged to your father..." a voice said from behind him. Syaoran jumped up in fright and looked around.
It was his mother. She was standing in the doorway watching him with her head cocked to the side. Syaoran put down the photo and stared at her.
"What are you doing in here, Syaoran?" she asked walking in.
"Nothing..." he answered plainly.
"Why are you looking around my room?" she asked again.
"Uh...no reason...I was...looking for...uh...you!" he blurted out.
Sanori nodded.
"I was in the library." She said. Syaoran jumped backwards as the bent down beside him and picked up something from underneath the table. It was long and a cloth was folded around it.
"I see you found your fathers old ceremonial robes...he used them in battles. And this sword was his." She said unwrapping it. The sword glimmered in the late afternoon sunlight. It was golden with silver engraving. Syaoran gasped looking at it's beauty. When he reached out to touch it his mother pulled the sword away.
"No..." she said plainly, "When your father died I promised I wouldn't let anyone use his sword or robes again. It's a respect to him."
Syaoran growled under his breath. He wanted the sword, almost loved it with it's beauty and luring magic. He so badly wanted to hold it now that he'd seen it.
"Come..." she said quietly to her son leading him out of her room. He sighed when she locked the door and walked off. He stood there until his mother left. No one was around so no one would see. He shimmered out and back into his mothers room.
He couldn't resists the sword power and beauty. It was a symbol of power to him and at the moment he felt like he could do anything. If that wasn't the feeling of ultimate power than it was some kind of drug making him feel so happy. He didn't know when he had felt this happy. Then he stopped from reaching for the sword. He'd felt like this at the time he'd slaughtered Dems and Ashu. He then shook that thought from his head and reached underneath the table for the sword. When his hand fell upon it he felt a surge of magic. Maybe the bits his father had left in it, maybe because he felt so alive, he didn't know. He stood up and raised the sword. It glinted in the suns rays and when he swung it around it danced happily upon his hand.
"Syaoran!" a stern voice cried. He turned around to face his mother, a few tears falling down to the ground from her cheeks.
"How could you...after I asked you not to touch it...after I told you, after I told you, and the respect for your dead father!" she said storming up to him. Syaoran froze and then ager over took his body. He didn't want to give the sword back. It was his now, he'd given his magic to it, to control it, he'd felt the awesome power. Now Syaoran wasn't going to give into his mother.
"I don't care about my stupid dead father! If he's so great why isn't he here?" Syaoran cried raising the sword in front of him.
Sanori stopped dead in her tracks. She stepped backwards in fright and shuddered slightly.
"Yeah, I thought so!" he growled.
"Please Syaoran. Just put the sword down!" Sanori said her lip quivering.
"No! I'm leaving, and I'm not coming back. I hate this place and I hate all of you! Don't try and stop me either!" Syaoran yelled stepping forward.
"Hey what's going on in here?" another voice cried. Meiling stepped into the room through the open door and looked around.
"Syaoran, what are you doing?" she asked. Syaoran lowered the sword. He didn't want to alarm anyone else and he didn't want anyone else to find out that he was leaving.
"Nothing..." Syaoran said forcing a smile to his face. Meiling ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him. Syaoran raised an eye-brow and stared at her not returning any embrace.
"I came to find you, lucky your mother is here too!" Meiling cried joyfully.
'What the hell does she have planned?' Syaoran thought furiously. He didn't like her hanging off of him.
"Well??" he growled. She looked at him with an expression that told him off.
"I was getting to that!" she said, "Well...now that Sakura's dead and out of the way we can finally be happy together! I was coming to get the times of our wedding."
"Uh Meiling I don't think." Sanori began but was cut off.
"What???!!!" Syaoran snapped pushing Meiling off of him. She looked back at him in surprise.
"I said, now that that little bitch is out of the way we can live happily ever after!" Meiling chirped but was abruptly quietened when a hand clenched around her neck. Syaoran threw her down in anger and stormed out his rage almost getting the better of him. Meiling held her neck in surprise and spluttered for air. Sanori was frozen on the spot and didn't know what to do, she was just shocked at what her son had just done.
Meiling got off of the ground and ran out after him.
"YOU GET BACK HERE!" she screamed her voice crackly. Syaoran stopped and slowly turned around.
"Screw you." He growled angrily.
Sanori then decided she'd better stop this and headed for the door.
"What????!!!!" she spluttered, "What did I do to deserve this?!"
Syaoran was shaking with anger now and outside there was a grumble from the sky as the white fluffy clouds started to turn a fierce dark black colour.
"You bloody know what you did!!" Syaoran stuttered unable to keep his speech straight as he shook.
"No I don't!" Meiling cried walking to him. She then dropped her anger act and became all soft again. She smiled sweetly and grabbed Syaoran arm. This just made him angrier.
"Come on darling-" Meiling began.
"Don't call me that!" Syaoran shouted shaking her off of him. Sanori watched from afar.
"Please Syaoran! Don't be so difficult, your supposed to be truly happy! You're with me now and I think it's the best thing for the both of us!" Meiling chirped.
"Well I disagree..." Syaoran snapped. He dropped his head slightly and looked down at his feet trying to drown out the sound of Meiling's voice because he knew soon he wouldn't hold back and someone would get hurt. Frankly he didn't care anymore. He had a thirst for something, something horrible but somehow fun.
"DON'T SAY THAT!!!" she screeched. Syaoran looked up suddenly and stared at her dangerous stature. She was trying to scare him into going with him. Outside a flash of lightening was followed by a small clap of thunder. Sanori looked outside when she heard it and frowned. She didn't know it was going to storm. Then she realised, that the storm wasn't natural. It had just come out of no where and looked nearly pitch black outside.
"Get off of me!" Syaoran cried as Meiling grabbed hold of him.
"NO I will not! I have waited so long for us to be rid of that little skanky slut and now that I am your all mine!" Meiling cried her words echoing around the hall. Sanori stared outside as everything shook. There was a blinding flash of light and as Syaoran let out an angered scream it was muffled by a gigantic crash of thunder that sounded like some one had hit a giant gong.
There was a gasp and stuttering as Syaoran threw his arm forward.
Kara, Kaz and Kazra; Oh I'm good with the suspense thingy! Hehe, I wonder what he did!!!! Hmm, well that's for me to know and you to find out later! PLZ R+R!!!! hope your enjoying!
Plot; Syaoran stayed in Japan with Sakura and they fell in deep love with each other. Then one day out of nowhere comes an attack on the two by two Demons called Dems and Ashu, looking for the Cards. They are too much for Syaoran, Kero and Yue to fight off and in Dems and Ashu's desperate attempts to find the Clow Cards, Sakura is murdered by them then they disappear back to the other world. Syaoran had no choice but to return home. He won't let anyone help him, not even his mother. He doesn't think anyone could help him, so he pushed himself further into darkness. Then he goes and brutally kills Dems and Ashu. But before Ashu died something happened turning him over to the dark side. Will they be able to get Syaoran back?
Dark Love
The Past
Chapter 4.
A thought hit Syaoran, where had he been? Where had he transported himself to when he found Dems and Ashu. He couldn't have possibly gone to the other world. He knew he didn't have the key to the portal and he didn't think he could be that powerful. Could he be?
Syaoran didn't want to stay where he was. Being home brought back bad memories, and all the fussing with his mother and sisters was enough to drive anyone psycho. He didn't like it. He entered his room sniffling, as he started to feel sadness sink upon his heart. Leaving his only family for good was a thought he didn't think about a lot. Even though he never let on, he loved his family very much. He knew they loved him too and would do anything they could to make him stay but he knew it was the best thing for him at the moment. He couldn't stand having to answer to there questions any longer.
He got on all fours and reached an arm underneath his bed and pulled out a very old chest. It had inside his traditional robes he wore when helping Sakura, his old sword, and the Clow cards that had come to him. He stared at them and then threw them back into the chest. He sighed heavily and pushed the chest back underneath his bed. He got up lazily and looked around his room. A picture of Sakura and him was sitting on a small table beside his bed. He picked it up looked at Sakura's sweet smile and beautiful eyes. Suddenly he slammed it into the wall violently. He looked at the shattered glass scattered on the floor and the turned towards the door. He looked around the hallway to check that no one was there and then snuck outside.
He crept down towards his mothers room. There was one thing he had to get before leaving.
He quietly opened the door and peeked inside. Luckily she wasn't inside. The afternoon sunlight was shining through her window making everything look old. He closed the door quietly behind him and tiptoed to a small table. He carefully lifted up the cloth that was on top of it and looked into the hidden compartment, finding old photos, hair accessories and his mothers purse.
Syaoran took it out and opened it up and looked at the contents inside. There was enough money to last him a while so he grabbed it. He carefully placed the purse back where it he'd found it and then stared at the money in his hands.
'Should get me enough in the other world...' he thought.
He pocketed the money and then stared back at the old photos. They were mostly of his family when he was younger. Syaoran couldn't remember the last time he'd had a photo taken of his family. He carefully picked up one and looked it over. It was of his sisters and he, when he was around 6 years old. He placed it back and then his eyes spotted a black box down on the bottom shelf that caught his attention.
He picked up the box. It was made out of mahogany, a rich red colour and had engravings on the top. A Chinese protection spell that he recognised and then it was engraved with little dragons fighting here and there. It was quite beautiful. He brushed the dust off the top and opened it slowly.
Inside was some material. He took it out and saw that it was some white robes and a long black cloak. Syaoran looked at the silky white robes and black cloak with fascination. Then something, on the inside of the lid caught his eye. An old photo of an older man, nearly his age, and a young woman. The woman looked like his mother almost, without the harsh judgment upon her face. She was smiling happily and had her arm around the man.
The man was smiling and Syaoran noticed that he was wearing the same clothes he'd found in the box.
"Those belonged to your father..." a voice said from behind him. Syaoran jumped up in fright and looked around.
It was his mother. She was standing in the doorway watching him with her head cocked to the side. Syaoran put down the photo and stared at her.
"What are you doing in here, Syaoran?" she asked walking in.
"Nothing..." he answered plainly.
"Why are you looking around my room?" she asked again.
"Uh...no reason...I was...looking for...uh...you!" he blurted out.
Sanori nodded.
"I was in the library." She said. Syaoran jumped backwards as the bent down beside him and picked up something from underneath the table. It was long and a cloth was folded around it.
"I see you found your fathers old ceremonial robes...he used them in battles. And this sword was his." She said unwrapping it. The sword glimmered in the late afternoon sunlight. It was golden with silver engraving. Syaoran gasped looking at it's beauty. When he reached out to touch it his mother pulled the sword away.
"No..." she said plainly, "When your father died I promised I wouldn't let anyone use his sword or robes again. It's a respect to him."
Syaoran growled under his breath. He wanted the sword, almost loved it with it's beauty and luring magic. He so badly wanted to hold it now that he'd seen it.
"Come..." she said quietly to her son leading him out of her room. He sighed when she locked the door and walked off. He stood there until his mother left. No one was around so no one would see. He shimmered out and back into his mothers room.
He couldn't resists the sword power and beauty. It was a symbol of power to him and at the moment he felt like he could do anything. If that wasn't the feeling of ultimate power than it was some kind of drug making him feel so happy. He didn't know when he had felt this happy. Then he stopped from reaching for the sword. He'd felt like this at the time he'd slaughtered Dems and Ashu. He then shook that thought from his head and reached underneath the table for the sword. When his hand fell upon it he felt a surge of magic. Maybe the bits his father had left in it, maybe because he felt so alive, he didn't know. He stood up and raised the sword. It glinted in the suns rays and when he swung it around it danced happily upon his hand.
"Syaoran!" a stern voice cried. He turned around to face his mother, a few tears falling down to the ground from her cheeks.
"How could you...after I asked you not to touch it...after I told you, after I told you, and the respect for your dead father!" she said storming up to him. Syaoran froze and then ager over took his body. He didn't want to give the sword back. It was his now, he'd given his magic to it, to control it, he'd felt the awesome power. Now Syaoran wasn't going to give into his mother.
"I don't care about my stupid dead father! If he's so great why isn't he here?" Syaoran cried raising the sword in front of him.
Sanori stopped dead in her tracks. She stepped backwards in fright and shuddered slightly.
"Yeah, I thought so!" he growled.
"Please Syaoran. Just put the sword down!" Sanori said her lip quivering.
"No! I'm leaving, and I'm not coming back. I hate this place and I hate all of you! Don't try and stop me either!" Syaoran yelled stepping forward.
"Hey what's going on in here?" another voice cried. Meiling stepped into the room through the open door and looked around.
"Syaoran, what are you doing?" she asked. Syaoran lowered the sword. He didn't want to alarm anyone else and he didn't want anyone else to find out that he was leaving.
"Nothing..." Syaoran said forcing a smile to his face. Meiling ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him. Syaoran raised an eye-brow and stared at her not returning any embrace.
"I came to find you, lucky your mother is here too!" Meiling cried joyfully.
'What the hell does she have planned?' Syaoran thought furiously. He didn't like her hanging off of him.
"Well??" he growled. She looked at him with an expression that told him off.
"I was getting to that!" she said, "Well...now that Sakura's dead and out of the way we can finally be happy together! I was coming to get the times of our wedding."
"Uh Meiling I don't think." Sanori began but was cut off.
"What???!!!" Syaoran snapped pushing Meiling off of him. She looked back at him in surprise.
"I said, now that that little bitch is out of the way we can live happily ever after!" Meiling chirped but was abruptly quietened when a hand clenched around her neck. Syaoran threw her down in anger and stormed out his rage almost getting the better of him. Meiling held her neck in surprise and spluttered for air. Sanori was frozen on the spot and didn't know what to do, she was just shocked at what her son had just done.
Meiling got off of the ground and ran out after him.
"YOU GET BACK HERE!" she screamed her voice crackly. Syaoran stopped and slowly turned around.
"Screw you." He growled angrily.
Sanori then decided she'd better stop this and headed for the door.
"What????!!!!" she spluttered, "What did I do to deserve this?!"
Syaoran was shaking with anger now and outside there was a grumble from the sky as the white fluffy clouds started to turn a fierce dark black colour.
"You bloody know what you did!!" Syaoran stuttered unable to keep his speech straight as he shook.
"No I don't!" Meiling cried walking to him. She then dropped her anger act and became all soft again. She smiled sweetly and grabbed Syaoran arm. This just made him angrier.
"Come on darling-" Meiling began.
"Don't call me that!" Syaoran shouted shaking her off of him. Sanori watched from afar.
"Please Syaoran! Don't be so difficult, your supposed to be truly happy! You're with me now and I think it's the best thing for the both of us!" Meiling chirped.
"Well I disagree..." Syaoran snapped. He dropped his head slightly and looked down at his feet trying to drown out the sound of Meiling's voice because he knew soon he wouldn't hold back and someone would get hurt. Frankly he didn't care anymore. He had a thirst for something, something horrible but somehow fun.
"DON'T SAY THAT!!!" she screeched. Syaoran looked up suddenly and stared at her dangerous stature. She was trying to scare him into going with him. Outside a flash of lightening was followed by a small clap of thunder. Sanori looked outside when she heard it and frowned. She didn't know it was going to storm. Then she realised, that the storm wasn't natural. It had just come out of no where and looked nearly pitch black outside.
"Get off of me!" Syaoran cried as Meiling grabbed hold of him.
"NO I will not! I have waited so long for us to be rid of that little skanky slut and now that I am your all mine!" Meiling cried her words echoing around the hall. Sanori stared outside as everything shook. There was a blinding flash of light and as Syaoran let out an angered scream it was muffled by a gigantic crash of thunder that sounded like some one had hit a giant gong.
There was a gasp and stuttering as Syaoran threw his arm forward.
Kara, Kaz and Kazra; Oh I'm good with the suspense thingy! Hehe, I wonder what he did!!!! Hmm, well that's for me to know and you to find out later! PLZ R+R!!!! hope your enjoying!