Author's Note: Yes, I finally decided to write the sequel myself. I  understood that it was not a very good idea to ask you to write it. So here it is. Now understand that this won't be the same as The Taste of Your Life. The plot line is completely different, and I don't think that the sex will be just as prominent at the first one. But before I let you read it, I want to thank each and every one of you who read, reviewed and e-mail me. If my calculations are correct, I believe that I reached the 500 reviews for the taste of your life. So take this sequel as a sing of my gratitude for all the kind messages I got from you. Also, I am currently working of a fanfiction under an other fandome, and I'm putting more energy into that one than in this one. So, if you thought that The Taste of Your Life was long to update, I believe that this one will take much more time. For it, I'm sorry, but I'm writing this only under incessant request and as a thank. In all, you will be expecting 12 chapters including the prologue and the epilogue. Now enjoy and review. Maybe it will push me into writing more… who know? ^-^

Warnings: This story is not suitable for children under 17 of age. It promotes violence, may contain graphic sex (more likely will) and has a high proportion of crude language. You have been dully warned.

Disclaimers: I, Evil Karyta, do not own any of the characters of Card Captor Sakura, however, the story lines and some of the characters that will be displayed are mine. Do not steal, copy or take without permission or you might be purchased by my guardian spirit, Chaos, Fallen Angel of Corruption.

The Tale of the Morning Star

By Evil Karyta

Prologue: A Flower That Never Withers

  I'm not sure, but I believe it's been about 10 years. A decade that I've not seen even the tiniest glimpse of the sun. I thought I would not miss it. I was one of those who would rather be awake by night, thinking the moon prettier than the golden watcher of the day. I was a fool, we all are. We miss the sun when its light no longer baths our path, we long for it cruelly when we realize after the force wave of excitement and curiosity that comes after the change subsides and leave us wondering where the brightness of day had went.

  It took me three years to understand that I would never return to what I once was, though I still have trouble accepting it. No, I don't hate him for it. He gave me much more than anyone could have given me. I was loved, cherished, idolized, I felt more alive that I ever was before. To think I had to die to finally feel the joy of living is quite an ironical thought. Humans just do not understand what they have, and now it makes me laugh. I see clearly now, to die unwrapped the silken scarf that held me into the darkness and completely blind to everything that we just can't see by ourselves.

  Ten years had flown like a breath of a new born. Everything that happened, on our point of view, can be held in a single heart beat in the never ceasing gears of existence. I hade everything humans desired. Acquired the only thing that the complexity of the cells that created us gave up at the wake of life. I became immortal, forever young. Like a portrait painted with vitality and sealed by some damn blood that gave me a new breath. I became part of a legend that scares and fascinate every fibers of the imagination.

  He gave me pleasure beyond anything that I had thought could be possible. I never stopped to love him, but to stay with him forever, until the earth came to it's death, that I was unable to do. No, it was beyond me, so I left him. He understood, and is waiting for me to return, somewhere on the world, he is waiting for me, or maybe I'm the one waiting. Our parting was bound to happen, we both knew it, and he was the first to utter the possibility. At first, I did not believed him, I was attached to him like a child to his mother, but in a more immoral and beautiful way. We needed each other, and still do. Two souls made for each other, made to love and hate one other.

  No, I did not want to believe him. But as the years passed and our relationship deepened, I saw what he meant. It was no longer a need to be together, but a dependency. Lovers addicted to each other, forgetting the world around them, not giving the slightest regard to the world that was slowly changing around us. It was not good for us, we were destroying the other, shattering everything that was our individuality and turning it into a sole being that we called us. If we had stayed like this, one or maybe the both of us would have died, and it would kill the beauty of our story to simply give into oblivion like that. Coming to that realization made me suffer much more than I thought it would. My emotions being enhanced as they are, it was a near impossible task to do. But I left him, told him that a few years apart would be the best, he agreed, knowing very well what I meant when I spoke of a grave that we were slowly digging for each other.

  Since then, I saw much of the world, every thing that I wanted to see, every places that I dreamt of as a child were now at my reach, and I simply took what I wanted. I visited the mystic places spoke of in books. Saw the great temples of Mexico, the wide valley and high mountains of Himalaya, sat under the gigantic pyramids, contemplated the world atop an Indian statue of some unknown divinity. The beauty of human secrets far outreached the single electric burst that our brain created while imagining, it was breath taking. Every continents and their mystery were for me to discover, and I did just that. For four years now, I've traveled and wandered around, alone.

  Whilst I was still human and able to see the day light, I was a very social person. I had many friends, dear friends and a loving family. Finding myself alone as I was turned to be more difficult than expected. Although it was a known fact that the likes of me were not of the company people, I felt the weigh of loneliness heavier than supposed to be. Wherever I went to, I could not find even the tiniest of those that shared the same fate as I. They were transparent, a whisper of some local folklore that could not be seen but was believed fiercely in. That was until HE came to me, surprising me even when I prided myself for been able to sense anyone that would follow me. He appeared of nowhere, bearer of some unknown will that I was no where near to imagine. Such is the fate of your kind, we use or we are been used. To think we claiming of been bigger than humans, such a fat lie…

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  She was beauty, unreal and fascinating. A goddess from the heavens, fallen and damned but not broken, recreating perfection and giving it her name. Kinomoto Sakura, the never fading cheery blossom, forever blooming, unlike her sisters that lived only a day, was blessing the world with her ethereal grace for as long as day fade into night. She had became a legend among the legendary, almost like a myth passed down by generation of believers, only she existed for only a few years. Her eyes, two perfect gems of emerald green, locking light within their depth, mesmerized even the immortal beings. Her graceful body, skin silky and as delicate and white as porcelain was tempting. It was no wonder that Syaoran, the lone wolf, had fallen for her for every of them were ready to give their lives only to have a short glimpse of her surreal splendor. All but one.

  Clothed in feathery white and soft pink, she vied with the blossom that gave her name, she was striding down the roads of Roma, sightseeing it seemed, marveling at the grandeur of architecture with a childlike complexion. Strange how her presence near the capital of God's will were both an aberration and a bless. If the dignitaries of the church were to learn of her existence, what would become of this one angel? Would they be able to kill such a perfect image of heavenly grace made hell's spawn, or would they capture her, if the thing was possible. One thing was for sure, no one could stay of ice upon the sight of the beautiful Sakura.

  As she turned a corner of narrowed walled streets, he made his presence known, the pace of his footsteps clearly audible, such as a mortal would walk, uneven and careless. The creature of beauty stopped, turning her head slightly to catch the direction of the incoming steps. He kept walking and she turned herself completely to him, her piercing gaze of incandescent greens, swirling in gold set upon his frame, half concealed in the darkness that dwelled in between the street lights. He saw the confusion that shown on her perfectly chiseled face, skin nearing the texture of marble. She knew what he was with not much of a look in his direction.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

"A passer by," the man smiled while entering the yellow light of the street lamp.

  For a passer by, he was quite a lovely specimen. Elegant in his casual clothing of dark blue denim, white shirt and used jeans. Dark hairs, long and silky, restrained in a low tail that reached the outskirt of his shoulder blades, deep blue eyes that had nothing to envy the night heavens, having stole the light of the stars, a pale and perfect face, aristocratic in its manly beauty. His voice dripped in a heavy accent coming from his British breading. It would have been easy to be entranced by his ghostly charms, but the fact that this one man was on of her kind made her uneasy.

"And what is it that you want, mister Passer By?" a sarcastic replay unexpected from such a delicate woman.

"I have a message for you," he retorted.

"So, from passer by you became messenger?"

"It seems so," his rich voice resounded with laughter. "Are you willing to listen?"

"What makes you believe that I have the time, Messenger?"

"From what I saw, you have nothing more to do than look around. Being here for more than six month, I have a hard time believing you had not seen everything that the Italian capitals has to offer."

"You are simply assuming this, basing your knowledge on short observation," Sakura was not one to be fool.

"And just what makes you think that I am assuming?" this time he was returning her smart remark straight to her face.

"Just spit it out already."

  So, she was of the sensitive personality. The shadow of annoyance that appeared to her face was, above all, quite a lovely sight to behold, the stranger decided. He walk closer to her, coming to a stop when he reached a space of a few feet between them. From up close, she was even more beautiful, glorious even. He could feel the hand of envy enclose him at the thought of Li Syaoran being the lucky man to discover such a perfect woman and could now understand the anger that she had upon learning of her existence, that of many other substation reasons.

"It seems that your presence would be very well appreciated at the 'Lueur du jour'. It's in France, Paris, to be exact. I'm sure you will easily find it."

"Why would I come? I'm very well where I am at the moment," she uttered while looking at the small card the stranger handed her.

"You're curious?" he tired.

She smiled a bit, feeling her reticence slowly disappear and returning to her normal, caring self. "I might just come."

"We would be delighted."

  The dark haired man smiled, took a hold of her hand, gallantly bent and kissed it softly. A whisper of a blush passed her checks as she watched the mysterious man walk away. Her gaze returned to the small rigid carton, fancily decorated, on it you could read 'Club Lueur du Jour, la où tout est possible.' Where everything is possible, heh? Maybe she would just got there and take a look.

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To be continued………

a/n: If any of you wanders who is Chaos, he is one of The Fallen Angels, a series of drawings that I started at lost time to vent my frustration of the world. If you are interested on seeing them, just send me an e-mail and it'll be my pleasure to send you back either one of them or those that had been drawn. (So far there is Darkness, Angel of Elusion, Lone and Broken, Angels of Immorality, and Chaos, Angel of Corruption) Feel free to e-mail me anytime, I always answer to those who takes the time to write to me, or simple review. I hope that this story will go up to your expectation and that my grammar got a little better than the last time I wrote for you. ^-^ Until next time!