Ohayo gozaimasu!
OMG I am soooo sorry I haven't written for so long; a lot of things have been happening lately, including the one uploading problem, and then my dad left for Maryland so I had to help him pack and stuff. Gomen *bows*! *mumbles* Not to mention my laziness...
I've gotten several...er...complaints about the strange formatting, so I'm just gonna revert to no bold or italics, k?
I do not own CSS. Period. End of story. No details. 'Nuff said. That's it. End of discussion. Story closed. No arguments. That's all, folks.
^o^Anywho, here's the ninth chappie! Happy long chapter of angst!
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"Shit," Eriol cursed under his breath, so as not to invoke the curiosity of his "sister" and guardian, Akizuki Nakuru. He punched his pillow again, thinking of Tomoyo's angelic, beautiful, GUILTY face.
"That was just to pass the time, my ass!" Eriol was normally a soft- spoken, kind-hearted (in his opinion, not in Syaoran's) gentleman, but this was horrible. He was just told by the girl he loved that she was just using him, in front of his best friend- no, ex-best friend and rival. He punched the pillow again, and getting bored with that, starting muffling his stream of curses into the impeccably washed, once wrinkle-free, 100% cotton pillow.
"I'm positive Syaoran did something to influence her decision, I know Tomoyo wouldn't use such cruel methods just to win over that damn bastard." If Eriol hadn't been bred to be a manly, proper gentleman, he probably would've broke out in tears.
A mischievous grin spread on his face, his eyes gleaming with the thought of a plan. "Li Syaoran, prepare for battle..." But first, he would have to make a slight detour to a familiar violet-haired girl's house.
"I'll have the truth out of you, my dear Tomoyo-chan..."
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Sakura stared straight in front of her, her eyes seeing through her brother's broad frame.
"Are you sure you'll be alright, kaijuu?" Touya felt her forehead for the hundredth time, seeing that it was normal temperature. He frowned. He had just called Sakura by her absolute worst favorite name in the entire world, and she didn't respond at all, not even snapping out of her trance.
Since Sakura had returned from school, she had been this way; like a walking zombie, ignorant of everything, as if everyone and everything was invisible. He couldn't get her to say what was wrong, and whenever he asked her, she repeated the same thing ("I'll be fine.") over and over again, like a broken record. He didn't really feel good about leaving her at home alone, but he had a really important project due the next day, and he definitely didn't want to fail it.
Touya sighed. Sakura was strong, she could take care of herself, but he had an especially ominous feeling about tonight. "Do you want me to stay home, kaijuu?"
"No," came a dull voice, like lead. "Don't worry about me, I'll just get some peace and quiet." Sakura felt like crying again, like she had been doing all day. She was so stupid, being so sad over Syaoran, but it couldn't be helped. She saw how devoted he was to her, there was no way she could ever get him to love her...
Touya was silent, then ruffled her head. "Alright kaijuu. Take care of yourself. I'll be home at 11:00, the latest, 12:00. Be in bed by nine, 'k?"
Sakura nodded, her head moving on its own. She waited until Touya had stepped out the door, then started upstairs. Ah, yes, she'd be getting a lot of peace and quiet soon...
Moving robotically, Sakura headed towards the bathroom, and opened the cabinets, removing a sharp razor blade from its contents. She really didn't want to do this, but it was the easiest way out. Dimly, she remembered her father's words.
"The easiest way may not always be the best way; the only way to go a straight, honorable path is to know your goal and head straight towards it."
Sakura wanted to have a good cry again, but her tears were all gone now. A slightly sardonic smile graced her face. It was funny how much a guy could affect your life... She almost faltered, knowing that she could not take back her decision once made.
A ghost of uncertainty flittered across her mind. What if Syaoran dumped Tomoyo and then started dating her? What would her family, her friends think? Would Syaoran blame himself?
She didn't know what to think, anymore. It was easier just taking things in, not analyzing them and adding your personal thoughts to them.
Like a sakura tree. Basking in the sunlight, just letting the light filter through, not feeling anything except the sun's warmth. Such a beautiful thing; everyone admired its silky soft pink petals and strong branches. How she wished to be like a tree.
Sakura looked around. Since she was choosing her death, she might as well choose a good place to die. She headed to the sakura tree in the park, bringing along her diary, and her razor blade. She felt her cell phone's weight in her pocket, but didn't bother taking it out.
Something else in her pocket poked her. She reached for it, taking out a pencil. It was an ordinary pencil, but with a loving past. She had kept it as her lucky pencil ever since.
~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~
Sakura smiled enthusiastically as Syaoran came in. "Ohayo, Syao-kun!"
He just grinned at her, handing her a small package.
She beamed. "Arigato! Tomoyo-chan, Eriol-kun, Chiharu-chan, and Yamazaki- kun are all here. You can go join them in the living room! We just have to wait for Rika-chan and Naoko-chan before we begin."
Syaoran nodded thanks, and went off to the living room.
After her last two friends had arrived, Sakura bounced into the living room. Deciding to open the presents first, Sakura reached for Syaoran's first. Carefully unwrapping the tiny gift, she peered at it, trying to figure out what it was. Finally opened, the gift fell out.
"A pencil?" Sakura stared at the gift her best friend had given her, incredulously. Then, she noticed Syaoran's stare. "Oh," she blushed, embarrassed. "It's just wonderful! It's so...useful. Heh heh..." She hoped she didn't sound rude.
Syaoran chuckled. "Only the best for you, my dear," he said, mocking a lovestruck young man. Sakura blushed again, this time because of Syaoran.
After opening all her gifts (a new outfit from Tomoyo, plus a gift certificate to a clothing shop, a fantasy book from Naoko, a stuffed animal from Chiharu-chan, a necklace from Rika, a beautiful locket from Eriol, and a craft kit from Rika), she thanked all of them.
Then, Syaoran burst out laughing, as did everyone else. Sakura stared at everyone, confused. What was going on?
Syaoran, still unable to control his laughter, held out an envelope in his hand.
Sakura took it with uncertainty. Curious, she quickly opened up the envelope. "Happy April Fool's Day," she read. "Love, Syaoran. P.S. Here is your real gift!" She looked in the envelope again, and found a fifty dollar bill plus a gift certificate to Giovanni's, the best restaurant in town.
"Thanks, Syao-kun," she said, still shocked, and also grateful. She hugged him tightly, not because he gave her an expensive gift, but because he didn't think she was only worth one pencil.
~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~
Sakura sighed. She had reached the sakura tree.
Flipping her diary open to a new page, she started writing with her special pencil, about her current situation, about her sadness, her desolation, and her crush on Syaoran of several years. She wrote of her jealousy, and friendship, towards Tomoyo and her love, and frustration at dense Syaoran. She wrote notes to her dad, her brother, her friends. She poured her whole heart and soul into the little white pages of her confidant, writing, and writing. With her writing came the tears she thought she had none left of.
When she finally stopped writing, Sakura stood up under the sakura tree's flowery branches, and looked up, clutching her razor blade tightly.
"Oka-san, if this isn't meant to be, please send me a sign..."
There was silence.
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*Cackle Cackle* I am soooo evil! What's Eriol gonna do? Is Sakura gonna die? Is Syoaran STILL gonna be clueless?
Actually, I have NO idea what Eriol-kun is gonna do; in fact, this fic is supposed to end in a couple of chapters but I think it might end up being longer than that. If any of you have good ideas on what to make Eriol do, PLEASE do email me, I have writers block on that part of the ficcie. HELP!!!
Umm...thanks for reading, everyone, I'll try to respond to all of the personal reviews next chappie, Fanfiction.net isn't that good on uploading reviews on the actual website, so some of the newer reviews don't show up.
Well, I guess that's it, so until next chappie (I hope it doesn't take a week like this one did...at least it was long!), ja!
Pink_hime_sakura
OMG I am soooo sorry I haven't written for so long; a lot of things have been happening lately, including the one uploading problem, and then my dad left for Maryland so I had to help him pack and stuff. Gomen *bows*! *mumbles* Not to mention my laziness...
I've gotten several...er...complaints about the strange formatting, so I'm just gonna revert to no bold or italics, k?
I do not own CSS. Period. End of story. No details. 'Nuff said. That's it. End of discussion. Story closed. No arguments. That's all, folks.
^o^Anywho, here's the ninth chappie! Happy long chapter of angst!
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"Shit," Eriol cursed under his breath, so as not to invoke the curiosity of his "sister" and guardian, Akizuki Nakuru. He punched his pillow again, thinking of Tomoyo's angelic, beautiful, GUILTY face.
"That was just to pass the time, my ass!" Eriol was normally a soft- spoken, kind-hearted (in his opinion, not in Syaoran's) gentleman, but this was horrible. He was just told by the girl he loved that she was just using him, in front of his best friend- no, ex-best friend and rival. He punched the pillow again, and getting bored with that, starting muffling his stream of curses into the impeccably washed, once wrinkle-free, 100% cotton pillow.
"I'm positive Syaoran did something to influence her decision, I know Tomoyo wouldn't use such cruel methods just to win over that damn bastard." If Eriol hadn't been bred to be a manly, proper gentleman, he probably would've broke out in tears.
A mischievous grin spread on his face, his eyes gleaming with the thought of a plan. "Li Syaoran, prepare for battle..." But first, he would have to make a slight detour to a familiar violet-haired girl's house.
"I'll have the truth out of you, my dear Tomoyo-chan..."
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Sakura stared straight in front of her, her eyes seeing through her brother's broad frame.
"Are you sure you'll be alright, kaijuu?" Touya felt her forehead for the hundredth time, seeing that it was normal temperature. He frowned. He had just called Sakura by her absolute worst favorite name in the entire world, and she didn't respond at all, not even snapping out of her trance.
Since Sakura had returned from school, she had been this way; like a walking zombie, ignorant of everything, as if everyone and everything was invisible. He couldn't get her to say what was wrong, and whenever he asked her, she repeated the same thing ("I'll be fine.") over and over again, like a broken record. He didn't really feel good about leaving her at home alone, but he had a really important project due the next day, and he definitely didn't want to fail it.
Touya sighed. Sakura was strong, she could take care of herself, but he had an especially ominous feeling about tonight. "Do you want me to stay home, kaijuu?"
"No," came a dull voice, like lead. "Don't worry about me, I'll just get some peace and quiet." Sakura felt like crying again, like she had been doing all day. She was so stupid, being so sad over Syaoran, but it couldn't be helped. She saw how devoted he was to her, there was no way she could ever get him to love her...
Touya was silent, then ruffled her head. "Alright kaijuu. Take care of yourself. I'll be home at 11:00, the latest, 12:00. Be in bed by nine, 'k?"
Sakura nodded, her head moving on its own. She waited until Touya had stepped out the door, then started upstairs. Ah, yes, she'd be getting a lot of peace and quiet soon...
Moving robotically, Sakura headed towards the bathroom, and opened the cabinets, removing a sharp razor blade from its contents. She really didn't want to do this, but it was the easiest way out. Dimly, she remembered her father's words.
"The easiest way may not always be the best way; the only way to go a straight, honorable path is to know your goal and head straight towards it."
Sakura wanted to have a good cry again, but her tears were all gone now. A slightly sardonic smile graced her face. It was funny how much a guy could affect your life... She almost faltered, knowing that she could not take back her decision once made.
A ghost of uncertainty flittered across her mind. What if Syaoran dumped Tomoyo and then started dating her? What would her family, her friends think? Would Syaoran blame himself?
She didn't know what to think, anymore. It was easier just taking things in, not analyzing them and adding your personal thoughts to them.
Like a sakura tree. Basking in the sunlight, just letting the light filter through, not feeling anything except the sun's warmth. Such a beautiful thing; everyone admired its silky soft pink petals and strong branches. How she wished to be like a tree.
Sakura looked around. Since she was choosing her death, she might as well choose a good place to die. She headed to the sakura tree in the park, bringing along her diary, and her razor blade. She felt her cell phone's weight in her pocket, but didn't bother taking it out.
Something else in her pocket poked her. She reached for it, taking out a pencil. It was an ordinary pencil, but with a loving past. She had kept it as her lucky pencil ever since.
~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~
Sakura smiled enthusiastically as Syaoran came in. "Ohayo, Syao-kun!"
He just grinned at her, handing her a small package.
She beamed. "Arigato! Tomoyo-chan, Eriol-kun, Chiharu-chan, and Yamazaki- kun are all here. You can go join them in the living room! We just have to wait for Rika-chan and Naoko-chan before we begin."
Syaoran nodded thanks, and went off to the living room.
After her last two friends had arrived, Sakura bounced into the living room. Deciding to open the presents first, Sakura reached for Syaoran's first. Carefully unwrapping the tiny gift, she peered at it, trying to figure out what it was. Finally opened, the gift fell out.
"A pencil?" Sakura stared at the gift her best friend had given her, incredulously. Then, she noticed Syaoran's stare. "Oh," she blushed, embarrassed. "It's just wonderful! It's so...useful. Heh heh..." She hoped she didn't sound rude.
Syaoran chuckled. "Only the best for you, my dear," he said, mocking a lovestruck young man. Sakura blushed again, this time because of Syaoran.
After opening all her gifts (a new outfit from Tomoyo, plus a gift certificate to a clothing shop, a fantasy book from Naoko, a stuffed animal from Chiharu-chan, a necklace from Rika, a beautiful locket from Eriol, and a craft kit from Rika), she thanked all of them.
Then, Syaoran burst out laughing, as did everyone else. Sakura stared at everyone, confused. What was going on?
Syaoran, still unable to control his laughter, held out an envelope in his hand.
Sakura took it with uncertainty. Curious, she quickly opened up the envelope. "Happy April Fool's Day," she read. "Love, Syaoran. P.S. Here is your real gift!" She looked in the envelope again, and found a fifty dollar bill plus a gift certificate to Giovanni's, the best restaurant in town.
"Thanks, Syao-kun," she said, still shocked, and also grateful. She hugged him tightly, not because he gave her an expensive gift, but because he didn't think she was only worth one pencil.
~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~
Sakura sighed. She had reached the sakura tree.
Flipping her diary open to a new page, she started writing with her special pencil, about her current situation, about her sadness, her desolation, and her crush on Syaoran of several years. She wrote of her jealousy, and friendship, towards Tomoyo and her love, and frustration at dense Syaoran. She wrote notes to her dad, her brother, her friends. She poured her whole heart and soul into the little white pages of her confidant, writing, and writing. With her writing came the tears she thought she had none left of.
When she finally stopped writing, Sakura stood up under the sakura tree's flowery branches, and looked up, clutching her razor blade tightly.
"Oka-san, if this isn't meant to be, please send me a sign..."
There was silence.
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*Cackle Cackle* I am soooo evil! What's Eriol gonna do? Is Sakura gonna die? Is Syoaran STILL gonna be clueless?
Actually, I have NO idea what Eriol-kun is gonna do; in fact, this fic is supposed to end in a couple of chapters but I think it might end up being longer than that. If any of you have good ideas on what to make Eriol do, PLEASE do email me, I have writers block on that part of the ficcie. HELP!!!
Umm...thanks for reading, everyone, I'll try to respond to all of the personal reviews next chappie, Fanfiction.net isn't that good on uploading reviews on the actual website, so some of the newer reviews don't show up.
Well, I guess that's it, so until next chappie (I hope it doesn't take a week like this one did...at least it was long!), ja!
Pink_hime_sakura