A/N--A big shout-out to Windywings, who has inspired, (*Snorts* Guilted) me into posting…I'm awfully sorry I haven't updated but when you feel as miserable as I do at the moment thanks to a wonderful cold (That there, my dear readers, was blatant sarcasm) and my teachers attempting to kill me, (Which they're almost succeeding at) I haven't got a chance to write. So, anyways, a big, big, big, huge, monstrous, colossal, massive, gigantic, and just plain ol' big
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To Windy*wings, the best reviewer in the world!

Trials of Love: 

Chapter 9

            Shichan Goddess

Dedicated to: Windy*wings

            Syaoran stared with mute, mortified fascination at the cruel barrel of the gun. The light glinted off of the cool steel, and he couldn't help but wonder at how any light could come upon such a weapon of destruction.

            It did not register that the gun was targeted point blank at his heart. As realization dawned upon his face, he stared up at whom he has once considered a respected friend.

            "Tomoyo-san?" He croaked, glancing from the barrel to her face.

            A desperate peal of laughter bubbled past her lips. "Tomoyo? I am not Tomoyo. I am a servant to my mistress and do only as she pleases."

            Syaoran could only gaze upon her with a pitiful look. "Always have someone do your dirty work, eh 'Mistress'?"

            Tomoyo's violet eyes darkened into a sea of turbulent black, and for a moment, they lightened, pleading with him, as the real Tomoyo took control.

            Soon, however, she was gone once again, and Syaoran suffered a blow with brute strength that sent him reeling. He carefully wiped away a trickle of blood that emitted from his lips.

            "Shut up, Little Wolf," The creature hissed. "I want to savor the moment that I finally end the blasted line of the Li's!"

              "You can kill me," Syaoran whispered, glaring at her with a tiny smirk playing upon his lips. "But you can never kill what my clan has started."

            Malicious lips twisted into a cruel smirk, looking out of place of the innocent teenager's face. "Perhaps…" It hissed. "We'll see…or rather, I will."

            At this, Tomoyo slowly clicked back the safety lock with her pale, slim fingers. "Farewell, Little Wolf. May you rot in hell with your father."

            Syaoran continued to stare at her defiantly. He would never back down; he would never admit defeat. He would die with honor.

            …Regardless, a faint twinge of fear and regret passed through his being. 'Forgive me, my little Cherry Blossom,' he thought sadly. 'But if this is to be my fate…then so be it.'

            Then there was a click, a brief flash of hatred and satisfaction in onyx eyes, and a flash of agony as a something met his delicate flesh.

            …And then…

            …There was nothing….

A/N I know, I know, really short chapter. But I'm going to do some homework, then get started right away on the next chapter. I didn't want it to be so short, but I want to post as soon as possible. So, here you go! Next update should be tomorrow evening.

--Thank you so much, my kind reviewers!