Author's (long, long, long) note:
Hello, peeps! *Waving*
Fanfiction.net is FINALLY up! I was dying with not being able to read my
favorite stories! ;_; I was diagnosed with the serious disease of...
BOREDOM!
Oh well, I'm back, *hears audience groan in disappointment.* Shush. I have
written a LOT! At least, compared to my usual chapters, which isn't saying much...-_-'
Okay, I must be boring you to death, and I apologize. This chapter sucks because I can't
seem to write very well these past few weeks. Gomen. ;_;
P.S. I changed my mind again. They are now going to be 15 (Syaoran) and 16 (by a few
months Sakura) years old, and are in high school. I just don't want to change the other
chapters because I don't want to accidentally delete my reviews. So tough. They've been
dating for around 5 years. Syaoran stays in Japan after the 2nd movie.
Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura in any way, shape or form. I apologize
if I offend CLAMP, but I am merely using their personalities and characters to bring out a plot
in a story. Please, do not take the plot-it's mine, and mine alone. So no touchy!
Trials of Love
Chapter 3 (finally)
Time Will Tell
"Syaoran? Syaoran!" Sakura bit her lush bottom lip as she restrained herself from
shaking his emaciated form as he fell limp.
The attendant looked on with worry shining in his warm chocolate eyes. He knew
at that very moment, that no matter how many times he did this, he would never grow used
to seeing someone so young as those two be is such obvious pain.
"Don't worry, Miss." He stated in his trained, calm, soothing voice, which he had
grown accustomed to using when he was with children. The sobbing teen that stared at him
with a serious, tear streaked face and pleading emerald eyes was in sharp contrast to his own
daughter, who had never, and hoped never would be, in such a position.
He immediately gave her a reassuring, fatherly smile, and said, "He just passed out.
He'll be fine once he gets treatment at the hospital."
Sakura's naive, desperate figure took in these words, ridding herself of the
knowing feeling that it was a lie.
His partner leaned over to whisper to him as Sakura became intrigued in studying
and running her fingertips lightly the other Sorcerer's every facial feature. "Why did you do
that?" He asked.
The first gave him a sharp look. "Look at her. She's barely 16, maybe 15. Do
YOU want to tell her that this is more than just the flu?"
The other studied the slim, agile girl who was smiling softly as she lovingly
caressed the brown locks; the emerald eyes that shone with the brilliance of the sea-
they held slight turbulence within, but were still calm, and had hope shining from even the
deepest depths.
He sighed, running his hands through his short black mane. "Yeah, I guess I see
what you mean. But it still doesn't seem right..."
Brown eyes regarded him with a sympathetic look. "Hey, that's the doctor's job.
And besides, it probably is the flu."
They smiled weakly at each other, trying desperately to ignore the nagging voice
that knew it wasn't true.
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Sakura squirmed in the painfully hard chair as the metal dug into her back, and the
bum imprints made her fidget to find a comfortable position-which was, of course, impossible.
She alternated her viewpoint from the ceiling to the bare walls once in a while. But
after a never-ending period of time when she noticed that the walls and ceiling were actually
starting to stare back…well, she had enough common sense to know that she had been staring
at them for wa~ay too long.
Her Onnisan, no matter how many times he denied it, was really quite a caring,
nice guy, who would do anything for his little sister. So, as a result to the fact that he could not
stay- he had to go to work- He had phoned Tomoyo's mother, explained the situation, and
gained permission to take Tomoyo out of school early and to the hospital.
Tomoyo had had the foresight to bring Kero stuffed in her backpack.
Unfortunately, due to the solemn group of anxious people gathered in the waiting room, he
could not speak.The two girls sat in silence, running out of things to talk about long ago.
All they could do was wait.
...Which they had been doing for the past two hours. Tomoyo fidgeted nervously
with her camera, and Sakura continued to stare into the abyss.
Finally, the thing that all had been waiting for arrived.
Brriinng! Brriiing!
The phone rang, and all in the waiting room started with surprise. A middle-aged
woman, who was closest, walked over with a noticeable limp. Before answering the phone,
she quickly made the sign of the cross.
Everyone sucked in their breath as they listened to the woman listen to the doctor.
Finally, the woman spoke. "Anyone here for Mrs. Levins?"
An anxious looking man sprang up, running his hands through his mussed up raven
hair.
"Yes, that's me!"
With a smile, she stated, "Congratulations, Mr. Levins. You're the father of a baby
girl!"
"Yahoo!" The young man whooped, and ran out into the hall.
As the woman limped back to her chair, an elderly woman; most likely her mother,
looked up from her knitting.
"Don't worry, Akari. No news is good news."
Akari sank back in her seat. "I suppose so…"
Sakura sipped her lukewarm coffee out of its now mutilated cup, barely feeling it's
bitter liquid making it's way down her throat.
'No Ma'm…you're wrong. The suspense of the wait is much more painful than the
news itself…'
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A darkened shadow watched with glee from above, darkness engulfing it,
swallowing up it's spirited being; swallowing up it's soul. But even the comforting blanket could
not hide the bitterness that graced it's features, and the malice that overran it.
A small, ugly sneer twisted the corners of it's mouth, settling unnatrually utop a face
where a quirking of lips was rare.
"Finally," It rasped, voice gravelly from misuse. "Finally, after all these years...he
will be mine. I will have that body, and I will carry out my revenge on this cruel, uncaring
world. I will bring it's punishment, I will cleanse this earth of the injustice that has come to pass...
Even if I have to kill every being on this earth to accomplish it... I will cleanse all of our sins."
A light, evil crackle floated up into the air, fading into the abyss as she slowly
dissipated away.
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After three hours of doodling, staring at an idiotic talk show, reading all the
available magazines, and tearing the styrofoam coffee cup to unidentifiable pieces, the phone
rang once more.
The lady from before snatched it up once more. "Hello?"
Akari paused for an agonizing moment of time, and finally questioned, "Who is
here for Li, Syaoran?"
Sakura and Tomoyo jumped up. "We are."
Akari pushed a strand of hair out of her face, and spoke with a sad smile gracing
her features. "You can go to his room now. It's room #103 in the Intensive Care Unit."
"Thank you." Sakura stated, and she herself wasn't quite sure if she was thanking
the doctors, the woman, or even God himself…But then she snapped back to reality, and
dragged Tomoyo down the blank corridors, Tomoyo calling out rapid apologies to
whomever her friend had practically run over.
"108…" Sakura muttered as she almost ran over an ancient man who looked like
he was going to kneel over any minute.
"Sorry!" Tomoyo shouted as the old man shook his fist at them.
"Crazy young whippersnappers..." He muttered as he hobbled down the halls.
"107…"
This time they almost ran over a nice young woman with smiling eyes and long
brown hair.
"Sorry!"
"Oh my..." Kasumi stated, as she held her hand up to her mouth. (A.N. Anyone
know who that is? I'll give you a hint. The anime she comes from ends with 1/2!)
"106…"
"105…"
"104…"
"103!"
Sakura eagerly threw open the wooden door of the private room with so
much force, she almost threw it off its hinges.
The sight that met Sakura's horrified emerald eyes at that moment was one of the
most horrendous thing she had ever encountered in her entire life. Bile rose up her throat, and
she hurried to a corner of the room where she could be sick privately.
Tomoyo felt ill, a gut wrenching feeling that overtook her entire being as she
gazed with fear, disgust, and alarm at the butcher knife imbedded a mere two inches of
Syaoran's peacefully sleeping face; the face that did not know of the danger that had occurred
while he peacefully dreamt reality away..
Sakura was busy being noisily sick in a remote corner of the room. The rotten,
bitter smell of Sakura's breakfast, lunch, dinner, and every other meal she had possessed the
last week wafted up to meet the noses of the four in the room.
Tomoyo's face went from pale to a slight sheen of green; a doctor who had come
in seconds before did not react, but stared shell shocked at the knife; and Syaoran's nose
wrinkled up cutely as he murmured a slight protest.
"I don't want to get up, Mama. Get those smelling salts away…"
Had it been a less solemn occasion, Sakura would have squealed 'Kawaii!' for the
entire world to hear, and demanded that Tomoyo give her a copy of the tape.
Unfortunately, that was not the case.
The doctor finally called for the head nurse, and she came bustling in. With a
shocked look on her motherly face, she quickly took charge.
"All right people, lets move!" She pointed to an intern. "You. You help me transfer
this patient to another room. Try not to wake him. You-" She pointed to a nurse. "You call the
janitor to clean up this mess."
Then she shooed the shocked girls out of the room, and ordered them to stay
there until security came.
Sakura and Tomoyo stared straight ahead, staring at the white walls of the private
office; yet not seeing anything.
Mere minutes later, a stern looking man whose chest bore the sign of that he was
the captain of the Tokyo police force, entered the room, a grim look gracing his chiseled,
middle-aged features.
"Konnichiwa," The captain spoke with a notable American accent. "Miss...?"
"Kinomoto." Sakura supplied.
"Dijoubou."
The captain nodded and stated, "Captain Briggs. Now, Kinomoto-san,
Dijoubou-san, I understand that you were eyewitnesses to the account on the threat on your
friend. What is his name?"
As Capt. Briggs searched casually for a pencil and a pad of paper, Sakura was
confused and boiling. 'How dare that man take this as it was nothing serious! Syaoran-chan
was threatened by a knife inches from his head!' Sakura stopped suddenly; then could not
contain the evil smile pulled the corners of her mouth.
"Li, Syaoran."
The pudgy, middle-aged man froze, a look of surprise and shock gracing his
features.
"Come again?"
Again, Sakura stated in an infuriatingly calm, bored voice-which the captain
himself had just been using, "Li, Syaoran."
The head of security paled. "Li? Li Syaoran of the Li clan in China?"
Tomoyo nodded, not able to keep the grin of satisfaction of her features. "That
would be correct, oh honorable Captain. I'm sure that Ms. Li would love to hear the
explanation on why the future head of the Li clan was left unguarded." The violet-eyed girl
spoke innocently, glee hinting at the edges of her tone.
The large, boisterous man began to sweat, and he wiped a shaking hand past his
sweat soaked brow. "Oh man, oh man…Shi-" He glanced at the girls. "Shoot. Li-san is going
to kill me for this…" He whimpered as he recalled the dignified, elegant, and over all SCARY
woman she became when something happened to any of her children.
"10 more security guards. No one comes in there, no one comes out other than
the certified doctor. And someone call Ms. Li to tell her what happened."
All the remaining officers gulped and fled.
The head police officer swore. "Damnit, I hate my job."
Warily, he slowly dialed the numbers of the head Li clan in China. The two teen
girls watched on; still shocked at all the activity, and still insanely curious of what was to
happen from the captain's, uh, interesting remarks.
"Yelen Li please. This is the captain of police in Tokyo city."
A calm, dignified voice came over the phone, the tones speaking of peace and
harmony. Sakura and Tomoyo were puzzled to why the captain was cowering much like a
mouse would to a cat. Surely Li-san would be the calm dignified lady she always was, no
matter what the situation...Right?
"L-l-i-i-i-san…" The captain's voice shook.
"Yes, Briggs-san? Is there a problem?"
"Well, you see, Ma'm, it seems your…uh…your…"
"My what?" The elder Li asked in bafflement.
The captain continued to stutter, then spoke in a quick breath.
"YoursonisinthehospitalfromanattackandsomethingelseandI'mreallysorrypleasedon'tkillme!"
"Eh? Come again, Captain, I didn't quite catch that."
The Captain sucked in a huge breath and slowly let it out. Calmly he stated, "Your
son, Li Syaoran, is in the hospital from an attack and something else yet to be identified," His
voice turned squeaky as he pleaded, "I'm sorry, please don't kill me!"
"WHAT?" The suddenly furious woman boomed over the phone. "Xiao Lang!
Where is he? What happened? Why weren't you there!?" She screeched, and the officer
winced.
Suddenly they heard a calm soothing voice coax the furious woman to hand over
the phone. "Li Fuji speaking. Can you please inform me which hospital my little brother is
residing at?"
"Tokyo Center."
"Thank you." Came the still tranquil voice. "We'll arrive on the next flight." Before
she hung up, the three on the other line could hear the oh-so-dignified Li-san yell, "I'll have
your head for this Captain!"
The captain gazed at the phone, trembling in fear. ""m gonna die…" He whimpered
before heading off to make preparations.
The two girls sat shell shocked for a few seconds, then broke into hysterical
laughter.
"Serves," She gasped, "Him right!"
Sakura was giggling too hard to reply, and almost choked as she tried to get air
into her heaving lungs.
After a few minutes, the aura of the room grew solemn once again.
"Tomoyo-chan," The so- named cherry blossom asked hesitantly. "Do you think
that Syaoran-chan will be all right?"
Millions of answers ran through Tomoyo's mind as she pondered of what she
could say to reassure her best friend. Syaoran's pale face flashed through her thoughts, and
the reminder of the butcher knife that was embedded in his pillow mere inches from his head...
it made her shudder once again. She hesitated, then sighed and spoke.
"Time will only tell, Sakura. Time will only tell."
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Konichiwa! I hope all of you peeps liked it! I would understand if you didn't though. I have to
admit-this chapter really stunk. Even if it was 15 pages long. *waves hands up in air, whacking
someone in face with it* Opsies...Anyways, world record! For me anyhows. Whoo-hoo!
Well, please, please review my pathetic chapter, I'm a desperate author here! Oh, and
speaking of reviews, THANKIES to all those people who did! You have so made my day
when I had PMS. I squealed so loud, I think I made a few people in Japan deaf.
Oh, and I'm sorry about my mistake in Chapter 2. That was supposed to be VENTILator, not
INCUBator. Opsies. I'm sorry but I'm just a teen who has been mixing up her mom and dad's
medical terms with Diagnosis Murder! Anyone watch that show? I LOVE it! And CSI too!
Okay, I'm gonna shut up now...
Ja~
Shichan godess
