A/N: OMG!! SORRY ABOUT THE LONG UP DATE!!! HAHAH! ANYWAYS ON WITH THE STORY!
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Syaoran was miserable. He had the rest of the weekend to desperately try and find Sakura. His emotions weren't doing too well either. All he could do was call all of his and Sakura's friends to see if any of them had seen her. He tried for hours and hours but none of them knew where she was.
After he gave up calling their friends, he wallowed around his apartment feeling horrible for what he'd done.
Late, that Saturday night he returned home after another round of looking for Sakura.
How could I do that to her? He thought, sitting down on the couch with his elbows on his knees and his head down.
He ran a shaky hand though his hair and sighed loudly. If I ever see Misha or Rukawa again they're dead!
He grabbed the first thing he felt on the couch beside him—which was luckily a pillow—and threw it across the room at the wall in his anger. The pillow hit the wall with a dull thud and Syaoran frowned not getting the desired affect—a hole or at least a dent in the wall—that he wanted.
He laid sideways onto the couch and reluctantly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
****
"SAKURA!" Syaoran screamed, waking out of a horrible dream and springing up from the couch where he had slept.
His breaths were coming out in gasps and wheezes and it took him a couple minutes to realize where he was.
Once his breathing and his heart rate returned to normal, he tried to remember his nightmare that he had been having.
He could remember the cold dark feeling and the coldness. Those were the feelings that Sakura had been going through.
She was trapped in a black room and was screaming and yelling for him as she banging on the walls of her prison. He had tried desperately to get to her but she couldn't see him through the thick black walls.
Eventually, Sakura had broken down and cried, curled into a ball on the floor. The black fog that swirled around her, slowly crept closer and closer until it covered her whole body and her sobs were no longer audible.
That's when Syaoran woke up screaming her name.
What a horrible dream, Syaoran thought, I hope that's not where she is. I couldn't stand it if that's what she was going through.
Syaoran glanced at the clock on the side table and groaned. It was already past 6 p.m. on Sunday evening, and it had been more then two days since he had even thought about his training.
I guess I should train a bit, he thought not even thinking about supper even though he hadn't eaten since Friday night at the dance.
After calling all of their friends and Sakura's house to see if they had anymore information on Sakura—which they didn't—Syaoran went to get his training outfit and his equipment.
He trained for a couple hours, and it was the first time that his mind had been able to focus on other things beside Sakura.
After his vigorous work out, he decided to take a quick—but clean—shower since he was really sweaty.
As he walked out of the shower his stomach growled loudly and he realized how hungry he really was. He walked into his kitchen to get himself something to eat but as hard as he tried, he could barely eat more then a couple bites before his depression took over and he lost his appetite.
The only time he had any escape from thoughts of Sakura was when he was training, so he spent the rest of the night training for hours and hours on end.
In the early hours of the morning, he finally collapsed onto the floor unconscious. His body just couldn't handle the intense hours of fighting and training with out any food or sleep.
****
Sakura slowly opened her eyes and adjusted to her surroundings. She sat up and noticed a young man watching her closely.
"What the hell do you want, Rukawa? Where am I!?" She bit out acidly.
Rukawa smiled at her tone of voice. "You've been in this capsule for three days, it is now Monday, so I suggest you get up." He replied still smiling.
Rukawa could feel her powerful aura. It was now completely dark purple and stone cold.
"Where is he!" Screamed Sakura, remembering all the past events, "I want to make him pay!"
"You'll get that chance tomorrow," explained Rukawa, "You can do whatever you want with Syaoran, but after I explain to you what your true mission is."
Sakura sent a death glare his way and crossed her arms. "What mission?"
"You my dear," he said walking closer to Sakura and caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, "are the perfect being. You have no pitiful emotions, but the most powerful magic."
Sakura smiled at his words and leaned into his hand and though she smiled, it was just as cold as Rukawa's.
Even her normally bright emerald eyes, which sparkled with happiness, were now a dull lifeless green.
"What is my mission?" Sakura purred leaning against him.
"You and I together will take over this world, you will kill everybody and anything that stands in our way." He gently lifted her face and placed a hard kiss on her lips. Nothing like the gentle and passionate kisses from Syaoran.
While they stood together, the two never noticed Misha, glaring at them from the door way with a murderous look on her face.
****
Syaoran woke up on the floor and could barely move. He groaned and tried to roll over but the pain in his muscles was just too much.
With a lot of effort he moved his head to the side and glanced at the clock. It was around noon on Monday.
He tried again to get up, thinking he should get to school even though the day was already half done. He managed to get his shoulders and stomach off the ground in a pushup form but his arms started to shake and he face planted back onto the ground with a thud.
He was about to fall back to sleep with the effort but his eyes snapped open after remembering that Sakura should be at school too.
With his last once of strength he pushed himself up off the floor and staggered to the bathroom for a shower.
He stood in the shower with his eyes closed and his head up letting the cool water flow down his face. He stood like that for almost ten minutes and once he started to fall asleep and almost tripped over the side of the tub.
When he was done his shower he quickly got dressed but as he tried to get his shirt on, the collar got stuck around his head. After a minute of struggling he finally got it on and left forgetting about lunch since it would only be ten minutes until the afternoon classes started.
As he staggered down the apartment building stairs to his car, he tripped on a step.
"Whoa!" he yelled, falling face first down the flight of stairs. He hit the bottom of the steps with a thump and groaned.
"This is not my lucky day." He complained out loud, rubbing the back of his head where he had hit a step. He sighed as he noticed that he had ripped a hole in the knee of his new pants.
He stood up but staggered a bit as stars danced in front his eyes from hitting his head.
After he calmed his nerves, he climbed into his car and drove quickly to school.
****
"Boy, do you ever look like shit!" exclaimed Tomoyo, seeing Syaoran stagger up to her in the hallways at school.
"Nice to see you too" replied Syaoran sarcastically as he rubbed the back or his head where a small bruise has formed. "Did Sakura come to school at all today?"
Tomoyo frowned sadly. "No, nobody's seen her since Friday night after the dance."
Syaoran knew it was his fault that Sakura was missing. He looked down sadly as a wave of guilt struck him. He knew he couldn't tell Tomoyo what had happened. She would hate him just as much as Sakura did if she knew. And plus, he thought, it was his fault that she's gone so its his duty to find her and bring her home.
"Syaoran I know you really miss Sakura but it looks like you haven't eaten for days," Tomoyo said quickly, "you're so pale."
Syaoran looked down at his feet. "That's because I haven't." he mumbled but Tomoyo heard him anyways.
"What!?" she yelled, "When was the last time you ate something?!"
Syaoran thought for a minute. "Umm, I think Friday." He answered cautiously waiting for her to explode again.
"Are you crazy?!" she yelled again, "What have you been doing all weekend then!?"
"Looking for Sakura and training," he said quietly, "but don't worry I stopped training around three." He said quickly so she wouldn't yell at him again.
"Ok, good," she sighed, "so you haven't trained since three, yesterday afternoon?"
"No," mumbled Syaoran, "I passed out this morning, while training, sometime around three a.m."
"Are you trying to kill yourself?!" She yelled and Syaoran winced, "if you don't eat or sleep and only train you're going to get really sick! You could even kill yourself!"
Tomoyo grabbed his arm and started pulling him to the cafeteria. "You're going to eat something right now or I swear I'll watch you every minute of the day and make sure you eat every meal."
Syaoran grumbled under his breath and followed her reluctantly to the cafeteria as the people around them gave them weird looks. Some wondering why Syaoran look so crappy and the others, that knew about Sakura, gave him sympathetic looks because they knew how much he cared for her.
Later that day Syaoran noticed that Ching was back at school and that he had been told that Sakura was missing.
After school, while Syaoran was outside walking to his car, Ching came up behind him and gave him a shove.
"What the hell are you doing Ching?" he yelled turning around and giving him a death glare.
Just as Syaoran said that two more of Ching's followers came up and grabbed Syaoran from behind.
"I know you did something to Sakura, Li" Said Ching giving him a cold smile
Seeing what was about to happen, some people started gathering around, but not daring to interfere because of the reputation that Ching and his followers had.
Syaoran struggled to get out of the hold of the two guys that held him—and normally he could of—but because of his weak state he couldn't even get one arm free.
Ching saw his advantage and walked up closer punching him in the face.
"You asshole!" Yelled Syaoran as he spit blood from his mouth. He tried again to get free but the two followers held him tightly.
Ching pulled back his arm and punched him in the stomach. Syaoran moaned and fell to his knees and Ching punched him again in the face.
Syaoran fell over and Ching kicked him on the ground a couple times until he was curled up holding his stomach and spitting up blood.
"You did something to her didn't you?!" Yelled Ching. He didn't really think Syaoran had done something to Sakura but he needed a reason to kick the shit out of him and he didn't want to look like the bad guy in front of everyone.
Syaoran looked up a Ching but didn't say anything cause he really did feel responsible for what happened to Sakura.
Ching's eyes widened in surprise as he realized, from the look on Syaoran face, that he really had done something to Sakura.
"You sick fuck! You really did do something to her! Didn't you!?" Ching half laughed in surprised happiness.
Some of the people around them gasped in shock at what Ching had said and they all looked at Syaoran to see what he would do.
Syaoran just looked up at the people around him and then looked back down in shame.
Shocked whispers spread around the onlookers as Ching laughed and said, "I thought I was just stabbing in the dark! Who would've known that you're the one responsible? We'll," he said with a feral look in his eye, "I guess since your not gonna to tell us what you did, then you really deserve this." And with that Ching kicked him in the ribs. Syaoran let out a choked gasp as the air was knocked out of him.
Some people gave Syaoran sad looks as they walked away not waning to see Ching kick his ass. And others just looked down on him with disgust on their face as they enjoyed what was happening.
Right as Ching was about to punch him, Tomoyo came running out of the school—obviously hearing what was going on—and flung her self on top of Syaoran before Ching could touch him.
"Leave him alone!" Tomoyo yelled at Ching, "Can't you see he's just as sad about Sakura as everyone else! He didn't do anything!"
"That's where you're wrong," replied Ching calmly, "Why don't you tell her, Syaoran? Tell Tomoyo that you're the reason why Sakura's gone."
Tomoyo looked at Syaoran in shock with a questioning look on her face.
Syaoran couldn't stand looking at her so he looked down again not wanting to meet her questioning eyes.
"See?" Said Ching proudly, "What did I tell you? Now move so I can finish kicking his ass."
Tomoyo glared at Ching then looked back down at Syaoran. "Even if you feel you're responsible," she said gently, "I know you wouldn't purposefully try and hurt Sakura. What ever happened I'm sure it isn't your fault."
Syaoran looked at her and said sadly, "But it is." Then got up off the ground and started walking—or half staggering away—as Ching gave up the idea of trying to beat him up and also walked away, gesturing to his cronies to follow.
****
When Syaoran got home all he wanted to do was go to sleep, but half an hour later Tomoyo showed up.
Right when she walked in the door she said, "If you don't want to tell me what happened it's ok and I'll understand but if you want to I will listen."
Syaoran looked at her and then everything just came tumbling out. He couldn't hold it in any longer and he needed somebody to help. He started from when Sakura told him he loved her and how she had barged in on them right when he was about to tell her that he loved her. Then he told her about Misha and Rukawa and how Misha had drugged him. And he finally finished with, "and all I can see is Sakura's heart broken face over and over again in my mind and now we don't know where she is! If I had just sensed Misha's magical aura in the first place non-of this would have happened. It's all my fault!"
Tomoyo looked at him shocked, registering all the information.
"It's still not your fault," She assured him. "And don't worry I have a feeling Sakura will show up soon and she'll be ok."
Syaoran gave her a small smile, "Thanks for listening." He said slightly embarrassed.
"No problem, but let's get some ice for your bruises." She said changing the subject, "That was pretty cheap of Ching to kick your ass while you're all defenseless." Tomoyo laughed a little at the glare he gave her.
Tomoyo helped Syaoran bandage up all his cuts and to rap up his ribs, which where either broken or badly bruised. The worst was his face where he had a split lip and a cut above his eye, which needed stitches. But luckily he didn't have a black eye.
After Tomoyo left—only after she made him eat supper—Syaoran went to sleep early thinking that he couldn't of have a worse week. What he didn't know was that it was bout to get a lot worse.
*~NOT THE END~*
A/N: Hope you liked that chapter! It was super long huh!? Anyway I'll try to update really soon! Ok buhbye! (o.O)
