*Author crawls feebly towards tissues* Hello, my dear readers! *Waves and goes back to staring at blessed tissues* I've just spent four hours in the car with my family…I'm very surprised that I returned alive, with my sanity more or less intact. *Shakes head* Well, not that I had much sanity to begin with…
Trials of Love
Chapter 10
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Dedicated to:
Windy*wings
"Hey, Syao-chan, do you need-" Sakura cut herself off with a gasp, and was soon staring at the barrel of a gun, slowly inching her eyes upwards to see the malicious gleam reflecting off the dark eyes.
Emerald eyes widened, before quickly searching for her beloved. Then a flash of brown met her eye as lowered them to the floor. Syaoran, deadly pale, was sprawled at the feet of Tomoyo.
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With an inaudible groan, Syaoran swam out of the inky darkness, back to consciousness. However, that was an action he soon regretted.
Pain. Pain heightened nearly above the sense of the word.
And it was cold. A cold numbness that seemed to devour him from the inside. Sluggishly, he opened an eye, wondering absently why he was on the floor.
'Did I fall off my bed again?' He grumbled. 'Damn…thought I'd gotten rid of that habit.'
His head throbbed with agony, and the world seemed to spin, but through his dulled senses, he could still make out a very familiar voice.
'Sakura?' His muddled mind questioned, before chocolate eyes snapped open once more. Memories assaulted him, and he could do nothing but curse under his breath. It was odd though…he felt tired, dizzy, and sore, but not the piercing pain one would expect from a bullet.
Slowly, Syaoran pushed himself up, just managing to get into a crouching position. His tactical mind quickly assed the situation.
'Lets see…Tomoyo has her back towards me…that's good. She's holding the gun in her hand, but she's not pointing it at Sakura-chan…Damn, I need to disarm her.'
The voices that continued to swirl around the room evaded his comprehension, and at the moment, the sorcerer couldn't have cared less. All he had to do was make certain that Sakura didn't give him away…
The teen silently got to his feet, though his body retaliated by sending sharp streaks of pain into his skull. He could only thank Kami-sama that stealth had been ingrained into his very core since the beginning of his training.
His sharp gaze picked up a lock of blood red through Tomoyo's ebony hair. If his hunch was correct, then all would be right with the world and Tomoyo would have her body back.
'And what if you're wrong?'
Syaoran desperately tried to ignore the mental voice that sounded suspiciously like the Guardian Beast of the Seal, and mentally shrugged, his eyes narrowing.
'If I'm wrong…well then…I die.'
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"How could you?" Sakura whispered, emerald eyes threatening to overflow with the agony that she felt ripping through her entire being.
…She felt empty…
Her heart was gone; as was her soul. She could only feel an immense sadness that threatened to engulf her as well as a spark of fury that was growing brighter and brighter.
Tomoyo…no, not Tomoyo, the sorceress realized. The THING that had dared to take over her best friend's body and make her commit this wretched act…she loathed it, hated it with every fiber of her being, as she had never hated before.
It was a feeling that Sakura was quite unused to. But anything, even hate that coursed through her veins, was far better than the void.
It laughed. It dared to laugh at her, mocking the Card Mistress. A self-satisfied smirk came to rest upon Tomoyo's lips, and Sakura clenched her fists in fury, not noticing, nor caring, that blood red droplets were forming a puddle underneath her.
She wanted to pummel it; scream at it; KILL it for what it had done. And as she was about to call for her cards, it spoke.
"Don't trust your eyes, Card Mistress," It hissed, and Sakura shuddered, as it seemed to freeze the atmosphere. "Not everything is what it seems…"
Sakura could not help but ponder at the odd remark, before a brief flash of movement caught her eye from behind the figure.
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Pushing back a mental debate that Syaoran was sure would have occurred, he got to his feet, calling his sword from the charm he wore upon his neck. There was a slight swish that resounded through the air as the sword slashed into position, but apparently, Tomoyo did not take heed to it.
Syaoran smirked devilishly. 'Never underestimate me…this is one mistake that you won't live long enough to realize…'
The brown-haired teen inched towards her, holding his finger to his mouth as Sakura's emerald gaze met his. Her eyes widened marginally, but to Syaoran's pride, she glanced away, and continued to draw Tomoyo's attention to herself.
'Thank you, my Cherry Blossom,' Syaoran breathed a mental sigh of relief. 'You understood.'
And with that, he struck, his sword gleaming as it swished through…
Empty air.
A/N Thankies Windy*wings for your kind reviews! *Hugs all reviewers* You all have made my day! I'll post very soon; I have a plot bunny that I just caught for the next chapter!
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