Disclaimers: Winged Guardian: This is just a short chapter on Sakura's past. What
happened initially after the accident. As you all know,
such fame can't be achieved in a day.
Winged Guardian: I may not be updating for a while, what with school
reopening and all, so I'm giving you guys this
background information to make up for it.
Winged Guardian: And CCS still does not belong to me. *forlornly*
Note:
"..." stands for speech
[...] stands for thoughts
{...} stands for author's comments
'...' stands for the chapter's title
Cold-blooded Assassin
By Winged Guardian
Chapter Five: 'Sakura's Past'
The past years of Sakura's life were not pleasant. She lived life on the edge; and many
times, she was a hair's breadth away from capture and failure, and she almost fell off the
edge. However, she gritted her teeth and held on.
She meant to survive and so she did.
Sakura had at first lived on the streets, having sold her house and almost all of her
possessions to pay for the medical fees. That part of her life was the dimmest point of
time for her; So much that she had almost given up all hope, and the only thing that kept
her going was the thought of Touya and Tomoyo and the faint and unconscious belief
that they would somehow pull through.
She led a miserable life then, constantly running from the authorities and learning to
cover her tracks through painful experience. She had to learn the rules and the structure
of the way things were run there. And the first thing she learnt was that it was no place
for a woman. That is, a woman unclaimed by any notorious name.
Sakura had to disguise herself as 'a young and scrawny lad who didn't know any better'
or so she came to be known as. She had to learn things by others' experiences and her
own; and often, by the hard way. There was no one to look out for her. The place was a
cold and uncaring one – who cared if an unknown person died? People died by the
hundreds everyday over there, and they would simply just look on, emotionlessly. They
were too used to it. To them, it was just something simple and common as breathing.
At that time, Sakura had never felt more alone. No one cared. So what if someone died?
It was just a meaningless number, a mere statistics. They minded their own business and
only did things for their own benefits. She saw things she never thought she would ever
see, unspoken horrors no one could ever imagine. And when her stomach had rebelled
and she threw up what little she had eaten, the people had simply laughed and said that
the 'green' boy would learn.
When a woman was brutally raped in front of her eyes, she had stood there, speechless
with horror. She rushed out and tried to stop the man, but the others laughed at her
obvious revulsion, their smiles never reaching their eyes, and they held her back. She
kicked and flailed, wanting to stop the disgusting act, but all in vain. After she finally
realized that she could do nothing, she turned her head and closed her eyes, tears
streaming down her cheeks as she tried to tune out the woman's desperate screams and
peals for help. When the man had finished with her, he casually stood up and asked her if
she wanted a turn. Her horrified green eyes looked at the woman, sobbing in defeat and
shame of what had been done to her; and she shook her head no mutely. The man
shrugged his shoulders indifferently and calmly took out a knife and plunged it into the
woman's heart.
When she saw the woman crumple lifelessly, her desolate black eyes unseeing, she had
burst into tears and fled from the place, running down a dark alley as the sound of
laughter followed and hounded her.
It still haunted her in nightmares years after.
Her innocent and positive outlook on life was torn away, shattered into pieces; and
Sakura finally realized, that the world wasn't so beautiful after all.
Sakura struggled to fit and blend into a cruel society where the strong ruled and the
weak was left to die and trying to earn a name and place for herself. Her efforts had paid
off.
Recognizing her skills and subtlety, she was sent on numerous missions which she had
all completed successfully, though she had many close calls.
As her name started to be known and spread throughout the black society, the danger
increased as she was called to deal with more 'important' people.
When she had finally achieved her current status, the first thing she did was to stop
people like those men, gaining enemies on the way. There were far too many of them to
prevent repeats of those incidents, but she tried and did what she could.
However, one good thing resulted from all this.
Sakura learnt that in the world, there was no one who could be depended on but herself.
Nothing lasted forever, and people died.
She had to learn to fend for herself, in order to survive; and it was best, that she trusted
no one, for as long as humans lived, betrayal was always present, intentional or not.
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Winged Guardian: Pretty sad chapter. It's going to take a lot to get Sakura to open up
and trust Syaoran. Will Syaoran be able to earn her trust and love?
Winged Guardian: *grins evilly* No one knows but me.
Anyway,
Please review and hope you enjoyed reading my fanfic!!!
~ Winged Guardian ~
Heart_given_Wings@hotmail.com
happened initially after the accident. As you all know,
such fame can't be achieved in a day.
Winged Guardian: I may not be updating for a while, what with school
reopening and all, so I'm giving you guys this
background information to make up for it.
Winged Guardian: And CCS still does not belong to me. *forlornly*
Note:
"..." stands for speech
[...] stands for thoughts
{...} stands for author's comments
'...' stands for the chapter's title
Cold-blooded Assassin
By Winged Guardian
Chapter Five: 'Sakura's Past'
The past years of Sakura's life were not pleasant. She lived life on the edge; and many
times, she was a hair's breadth away from capture and failure, and she almost fell off the
edge. However, she gritted her teeth and held on.
She meant to survive and so she did.
Sakura had at first lived on the streets, having sold her house and almost all of her
possessions to pay for the medical fees. That part of her life was the dimmest point of
time for her; So much that she had almost given up all hope, and the only thing that kept
her going was the thought of Touya and Tomoyo and the faint and unconscious belief
that they would somehow pull through.
She led a miserable life then, constantly running from the authorities and learning to
cover her tracks through painful experience. She had to learn the rules and the structure
of the way things were run there. And the first thing she learnt was that it was no place
for a woman. That is, a woman unclaimed by any notorious name.
Sakura had to disguise herself as 'a young and scrawny lad who didn't know any better'
or so she came to be known as. She had to learn things by others' experiences and her
own; and often, by the hard way. There was no one to look out for her. The place was a
cold and uncaring one – who cared if an unknown person died? People died by the
hundreds everyday over there, and they would simply just look on, emotionlessly. They
were too used to it. To them, it was just something simple and common as breathing.
At that time, Sakura had never felt more alone. No one cared. So what if someone died?
It was just a meaningless number, a mere statistics. They minded their own business and
only did things for their own benefits. She saw things she never thought she would ever
see, unspoken horrors no one could ever imagine. And when her stomach had rebelled
and she threw up what little she had eaten, the people had simply laughed and said that
the 'green' boy would learn.
When a woman was brutally raped in front of her eyes, she had stood there, speechless
with horror. She rushed out and tried to stop the man, but the others laughed at her
obvious revulsion, their smiles never reaching their eyes, and they held her back. She
kicked and flailed, wanting to stop the disgusting act, but all in vain. After she finally
realized that she could do nothing, she turned her head and closed her eyes, tears
streaming down her cheeks as she tried to tune out the woman's desperate screams and
peals for help. When the man had finished with her, he casually stood up and asked her if
she wanted a turn. Her horrified green eyes looked at the woman, sobbing in defeat and
shame of what had been done to her; and she shook her head no mutely. The man
shrugged his shoulders indifferently and calmly took out a knife and plunged it into the
woman's heart.
When she saw the woman crumple lifelessly, her desolate black eyes unseeing, she had
burst into tears and fled from the place, running down a dark alley as the sound of
laughter followed and hounded her.
It still haunted her in nightmares years after.
Her innocent and positive outlook on life was torn away, shattered into pieces; and
Sakura finally realized, that the world wasn't so beautiful after all.
Sakura struggled to fit and blend into a cruel society where the strong ruled and the
weak was left to die and trying to earn a name and place for herself. Her efforts had paid
off.
Recognizing her skills and subtlety, she was sent on numerous missions which she had
all completed successfully, though she had many close calls.
As her name started to be known and spread throughout the black society, the danger
increased as she was called to deal with more 'important' people.
When she had finally achieved her current status, the first thing she did was to stop
people like those men, gaining enemies on the way. There were far too many of them to
prevent repeats of those incidents, but she tried and did what she could.
However, one good thing resulted from all this.
Sakura learnt that in the world, there was no one who could be depended on but herself.
Nothing lasted forever, and people died.
She had to learn to fend for herself, in order to survive; and it was best, that she trusted
no one, for as long as humans lived, betrayal was always present, intentional or not.
=====================================================================================
Winged Guardian: Pretty sad chapter. It's going to take a lot to get Sakura to open up
and trust Syaoran. Will Syaoran be able to earn her trust and love?
Winged Guardian: *grins evilly* No one knows but me.
Anyway,
Please review and hope you enjoyed reading my fanfic!!!
~ Winged Guardian ~
Heart_given_Wings@hotmail.com