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Summary: Sakura has just lost everything that meant anything to her, and is forced to resort to a life on the dangerous city streets of Metropolis. Syaoran's entrance as a rich and spoiled one, gangs, and other conflicts await her..
A/N: YES! The authoress is glad to tell anyone who actually cares, that she is not failing chemistry as she previously had thought. Anyway, back to the fic. I've figured out the more specific details of the plot I'm working on lately. Thanks to all those who have reviewed, they really get me inspired. ALSO** I changed a few words last chapter, Rachel now says her party is *next* Friday, not *this* Friday, which is important in a way. It gives me some more time to work with. So, right now, it's about a little over a week until Halloween. Alrighty then. Hope you like the chapter..
Her Story
Chapter Ten
To Imagine
By: Kazle
~~*~~
Kamen no shita no
Sugao wa wasureta
Subete wo tsutsumikomu
Mugen no yami no you ni
~~*~~
"Hey Rita, have you seen Azaki-kun lately?"
The brown haired girl looked up from her mini-chess game after moving a pawn up two spaces.
"No, I haven't, now that I think about it," she said, shrugging and looking back at the board.
"Ahhhh! Since when?!" she cried in surprise.
"Checkmate," the little seven-year-old boy said simply, and flashed a peace sign at the stunned girl.
'That's funny..' Meiling thought, frowning, 'Usually he's hanging around this time of the week..'
"No way Kyusuke! Hey, you must have cheated again!" Rita said, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"Seven times in a row, though?" Chihiro, a girl Kyusuke's age said skeptically, squatting down next to them.
"I won seven times, you owe me that ice cream cone now, Rita-chan," the boy chirped, stretching out the 'chan'.
"Eheh.. how about eight of out fifteen?" she said slowly.
'Oh well, nothing to worry about, I'm sure. Azaki-kun is unpredictable sometimes.' Meiling reassured herself.
"No! Rita-chan, that's what you've been saying ever since the third time I beat you!"
"Please??"
"No! Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream, ice cream!" he would have kept going on and on, if Rita hadn't put up her hands in defeat.
"Mou.. Alright, alright. I'll get your ice cream.." she grumbled.
"WAI!!" the boy cheered.
~*~
"It's a tricky situation that we have here, doctor."
"Let me see the papers."
"Here."
A pause.
"Oh my.."
"Yes, he's in critical condition right now."
"Do you know how it happened?"
"No, he was found in this state."
Fading..
"..don't know how long he'll last.."
"..random seizures during the night.."
Falling..
"..took a severe blow to the head.."
"..poor guy.."
Lost..
He was sleeping when it had happened. Well, perhaps not sleeping. He was in a drowsy, oblivious state, so comfortable and so close to sleeping. A jolt had awakened him from it, and the next thing he knew, he was lurched forward, crashing into the seat in front of him. He had been sitting next to someone before. But that person was no longer there. He briefly wondered where they had gone.
Another lurch, that seemed to steady him more. The next few moments passed in a blur and the next thing he knew, he felt dizzy and detached from the world. And it wasn't long before that dizzy sensation faded into nothingness and he felt the darkness that had been so close before, finally envelope him.
~*~
"Hey!" he increased his speed, "Sakura! Wait up!"
The auburn haired girl slowed her pace, and paused to turn around.
"Oh, it's you again." She said.
"Don't sound too cheerful," he teased, falling into step next to her.
"So.. what do you want?" she asked.
"Well, that was blunt. And why the 'you'? Don't tell me you already forget my name." He said, raising his eyebrows.
She pretended to think for a long moment. Syaoran put a fist to his heart.
"Ouch, that hurts. Way to make a guy feel welcome."
"I try."
Syaoran was rather surprised; she finally seemed to be warming up to him. Or maybe she was just in a good mood today. That was probably it.
"And my name?"
"Syaoran Li, how could I forget since you've told me so many times?"
He grimaced at the memories.
They talked for a while, about a lot of things. He found her witty comments and remarks amusing. She scowled at him occasionally, or rolled her eyes skyward at some of the things he said. It was definitely different from talking to the girls at his school.
Without meaning to, he brought up the subject of Halloween.
"And then, this girl Rachel, from my school asked me to her party this Friday. I was completely blown away, I mean she.." he drifted off a little.
Sakura stared straight ahead.
"I mean, it's not like she's my girlfriend or anything," he said quickly.
She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"And why would I care whether or not she is?" she asked.
He was taken aback by his comment a little as well, but he didn't show it.
"That's right.." Syaoran said. He had forgot himself for a moment there. Why would she? Since when did he care about what she thought of him anyway?
~*~
Sakura walked into the Ice Cream Shoppe, and breathed a sigh of relief as she sat down at a table. 'That was pretty close..' And it had been. To Sakura's absolute horror, he had brought up the subject of his school, and then asked her about her home schooling. She had kept her answers short and brief. Good thing he hadn't pried. Sakura hated lying to people, even to people who didn't deserve to know the truth. It made her feel a little guilty, but she would never admit it. 'He's still an arrogant bastard,' she reminded herself stubbornly.
"Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream, ice cream!" she heard a young voice chant.
"I know, I know," a familiar voice grumbled, and the first voice was muffled.
Sakura looked up and saw Rita leading a young boy in, one hand on his shoulder and the other hand over his mouth. He didn't look to be older than maybe eight years old. The muffling stopped and Rita removed her hand.
"I was just reminding you, Rita-chan." The boy said matter-of-factly as soon as the hand was taken off.
"How could I forget when you've been.." Rita paused, seeing Sakura.
"Hey!" Rita grinned and Sakura grinned back. It had been three days since she had been introduced to those of Kuro-neko.
"Hey."
"Oi," the boy tugged on Rita's sleeve, "You forgetting something?"
"Oh yeah," Rita shuffled through her pocket and took out a few dollars," Her you go, Kyusuke, get what you want. And I want the change, remember."
"Hai!" the boy jumped over to the line of people waiting.
"So, how have you been?" she asked Sakura, sitting down.
"Fine." She motioned over to Kyusuke shuffling impatiently on his feet in line, and grinned. "What bet did you lose?"
Rita mock glared at Sakura, and then giving up, sighed.
"The little weasel kicked my sorry ass in chess seven times in a row."
Sakura laughed.
"I'd figured it might be something like that."
"Hey! It's not funny!"
"Sorry, sorry," Sakura tried to muffle herself, still grinning.
"You're too relaxed, Rita of Kuro-neko." A new voice said, causing both girls to look up.
Rita's surprised expression hardened.
"You must constantly be on your guard. This is why incidents like the one with Hiroshi happen. But by that time it was too late." She let out a bitter laugh, eyes cold.
"You should know better Moeco." Rita's eyes were shadowed. "You should know better than to mention that in front of me."
~*~
"Sir, we've brought him here."
She gestured behind him and two shadowed figures holding a struggling boy came through the door.
"Very good." He turned slightly. "Hello, you were certainly hard to get a hold of, young master. Now," he turned around fully. "As I understand it, you have some valuable information for me."
The eyes of the person being restrained widened in recognition and horror.
~~*~~
Forgotten is the true face
Beneath this mask
Like the endless darkness
That engulfs everything
~~*~~
A/N: Woohoo! Mm.. lately I've had a lot of inspiration for this ficcy. I now know the main things I want to happen, like more into the details. Lalala.. stay tuned and..
PLEASE REVIEW!!
Summary: Sakura has just lost everything that meant anything to her, and is forced to resort to a life on the dangerous city streets of Metropolis. Syaoran's entrance as a rich and spoiled one, gangs, and other conflicts await her..
A/N: YES! The authoress is glad to tell anyone who actually cares, that she is not failing chemistry as she previously had thought. Anyway, back to the fic. I've figured out the more specific details of the plot I'm working on lately. Thanks to all those who have reviewed, they really get me inspired. ALSO** I changed a few words last chapter, Rachel now says her party is *next* Friday, not *this* Friday, which is important in a way. It gives me some more time to work with. So, right now, it's about a little over a week until Halloween. Alrighty then. Hope you like the chapter..
Her Story
Chapter Ten
To Imagine
By: Kazle
~~*~~
Kamen no shita no
Sugao wa wasureta
Subete wo tsutsumikomu
Mugen no yami no you ni
~~*~~
"Hey Rita, have you seen Azaki-kun lately?"
The brown haired girl looked up from her mini-chess game after moving a pawn up two spaces.
"No, I haven't, now that I think about it," she said, shrugging and looking back at the board.
"Ahhhh! Since when?!" she cried in surprise.
"Checkmate," the little seven-year-old boy said simply, and flashed a peace sign at the stunned girl.
'That's funny..' Meiling thought, frowning, 'Usually he's hanging around this time of the week..'
"No way Kyusuke! Hey, you must have cheated again!" Rita said, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"Seven times in a row, though?" Chihiro, a girl Kyusuke's age said skeptically, squatting down next to them.
"I won seven times, you owe me that ice cream cone now, Rita-chan," the boy chirped, stretching out the 'chan'.
"Eheh.. how about eight of out fifteen?" she said slowly.
'Oh well, nothing to worry about, I'm sure. Azaki-kun is unpredictable sometimes.' Meiling reassured herself.
"No! Rita-chan, that's what you've been saying ever since the third time I beat you!"
"Please??"
"No! Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream, ice cream!" he would have kept going on and on, if Rita hadn't put up her hands in defeat.
"Mou.. Alright, alright. I'll get your ice cream.." she grumbled.
"WAI!!" the boy cheered.
~*~
"It's a tricky situation that we have here, doctor."
"Let me see the papers."
"Here."
A pause.
"Oh my.."
"Yes, he's in critical condition right now."
"Do you know how it happened?"
"No, he was found in this state."
Fading..
"..don't know how long he'll last.."
"..random seizures during the night.."
Falling..
"..took a severe blow to the head.."
"..poor guy.."
Lost..
He was sleeping when it had happened. Well, perhaps not sleeping. He was in a drowsy, oblivious state, so comfortable and so close to sleeping. A jolt had awakened him from it, and the next thing he knew, he was lurched forward, crashing into the seat in front of him. He had been sitting next to someone before. But that person was no longer there. He briefly wondered where they had gone.
Another lurch, that seemed to steady him more. The next few moments passed in a blur and the next thing he knew, he felt dizzy and detached from the world. And it wasn't long before that dizzy sensation faded into nothingness and he felt the darkness that had been so close before, finally envelope him.
~*~
"Hey!" he increased his speed, "Sakura! Wait up!"
The auburn haired girl slowed her pace, and paused to turn around.
"Oh, it's you again." She said.
"Don't sound too cheerful," he teased, falling into step next to her.
"So.. what do you want?" she asked.
"Well, that was blunt. And why the 'you'? Don't tell me you already forget my name." He said, raising his eyebrows.
She pretended to think for a long moment. Syaoran put a fist to his heart.
"Ouch, that hurts. Way to make a guy feel welcome."
"I try."
Syaoran was rather surprised; she finally seemed to be warming up to him. Or maybe she was just in a good mood today. That was probably it.
"And my name?"
"Syaoran Li, how could I forget since you've told me so many times?"
He grimaced at the memories.
They talked for a while, about a lot of things. He found her witty comments and remarks amusing. She scowled at him occasionally, or rolled her eyes skyward at some of the things he said. It was definitely different from talking to the girls at his school.
Without meaning to, he brought up the subject of Halloween.
"And then, this girl Rachel, from my school asked me to her party this Friday. I was completely blown away, I mean she.." he drifted off a little.
Sakura stared straight ahead.
"I mean, it's not like she's my girlfriend or anything," he said quickly.
She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"And why would I care whether or not she is?" she asked.
He was taken aback by his comment a little as well, but he didn't show it.
"That's right.." Syaoran said. He had forgot himself for a moment there. Why would she? Since when did he care about what she thought of him anyway?
~*~
Sakura walked into the Ice Cream Shoppe, and breathed a sigh of relief as she sat down at a table. 'That was pretty close..' And it had been. To Sakura's absolute horror, he had brought up the subject of his school, and then asked her about her home schooling. She had kept her answers short and brief. Good thing he hadn't pried. Sakura hated lying to people, even to people who didn't deserve to know the truth. It made her feel a little guilty, but she would never admit it. 'He's still an arrogant bastard,' she reminded herself stubbornly.
"Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream, ice cream!" she heard a young voice chant.
"I know, I know," a familiar voice grumbled, and the first voice was muffled.
Sakura looked up and saw Rita leading a young boy in, one hand on his shoulder and the other hand over his mouth. He didn't look to be older than maybe eight years old. The muffling stopped and Rita removed her hand.
"I was just reminding you, Rita-chan." The boy said matter-of-factly as soon as the hand was taken off.
"How could I forget when you've been.." Rita paused, seeing Sakura.
"Hey!" Rita grinned and Sakura grinned back. It had been three days since she had been introduced to those of Kuro-neko.
"Hey."
"Oi," the boy tugged on Rita's sleeve, "You forgetting something?"
"Oh yeah," Rita shuffled through her pocket and took out a few dollars," Her you go, Kyusuke, get what you want. And I want the change, remember."
"Hai!" the boy jumped over to the line of people waiting.
"So, how have you been?" she asked Sakura, sitting down.
"Fine." She motioned over to Kyusuke shuffling impatiently on his feet in line, and grinned. "What bet did you lose?"
Rita mock glared at Sakura, and then giving up, sighed.
"The little weasel kicked my sorry ass in chess seven times in a row."
Sakura laughed.
"I'd figured it might be something like that."
"Hey! It's not funny!"
"Sorry, sorry," Sakura tried to muffle herself, still grinning.
"You're too relaxed, Rita of Kuro-neko." A new voice said, causing both girls to look up.
Rita's surprised expression hardened.
"You must constantly be on your guard. This is why incidents like the one with Hiroshi happen. But by that time it was too late." She let out a bitter laugh, eyes cold.
"You should know better Moeco." Rita's eyes were shadowed. "You should know better than to mention that in front of me."
~*~
"Sir, we've brought him here."
She gestured behind him and two shadowed figures holding a struggling boy came through the door.
"Very good." He turned slightly. "Hello, you were certainly hard to get a hold of, young master. Now," he turned around fully. "As I understand it, you have some valuable information for me."
The eyes of the person being restrained widened in recognition and horror.
~~*~~
Forgotten is the true face
Beneath this mask
Like the endless darkness
That engulfs everything
~~*~~
A/N: Woohoo! Mm.. lately I've had a lot of inspiration for this ficcy. I now know the main things I want to happen, like more into the details. Lalala.. stay tuned and..
PLEASE REVIEW!!