A/N Well after a long time, I know I've lost most of my readers and I am
truly sorry I took so long to get this chapter out. However, those of you
have come to read this, I thank you. Don't you just hate writer's block?
It's a disease to those who love to write and it's an absolute pain in the
butt...well anyhoo, after how long? Since September 11th last year I
believe...well a lot has happened and my dark side has lightened up a bit...so
there may be a difference in the writing...but there again...there may not...A/N
A/N OK sorry I was slow on updating. I have had my computer time cut down really low and only found the odd moment when I could type chapter 3 so my apologies again to you. Also thanks to azlyrics.com for the lyrics. A/N
Chapter 4: Heart-Shaped Box
The Kinomoto family and many of Sakura's friends were searching frantically for Sakura. Kero and Tomoyo were at one of Daidouji-san's stores close to Shiba Park, Syaoran's mother had people search hotels and the surrounding areas while Syaoran looked around near Tokyo Tower. There was still hope she was ok and the police were still looking for her.
Sakura walked down the street, a blank look on her face, keeping a steady pace. She wore black, a sign of her shame of all the things she had done. Part of her was impatient and wanted to be there now, to just get it all over and done with, yet, part of her hoped that someone would notice her, that Keroberos would just appear and knock sense into her. She looked up. Alas, there was nothing there but her sight of the way ahead.
Syaoran ran throught the doors of the electronice store. Tomoyo instantly looked up from the laptop she was using. "You found anything?" he asked worriedly. "Nothing." Syaoran hung his head. "Well we know that currently she's not in Chiyoda-ku, Shibuya-ku and Shinjuku-ku, and I still haven't checked all of Minato-ku." He sighed. Tomoyo looked at him sympathetically. "Don't give up, Syaoran. There's still a chance things coul-" "I try Tomoyo, I really do but, its hard. Oh, this is all my fault! She could be dead and its all my fault!" a single tear rolled down his cheek and quickly welled up inside. Tomoyo went over to him and awkwardly pat him on the shoulder muttering what sounded like 'it's going to be ok'
Her feet pounded on the ground in time with her heartbeat. Her breathing was heavy and warm. The corner of Shiba Park drew ever closer and Tokyo tower more visible. She started to regret not stopping by Tomoecho Sunaba and stealing some food when her stomach started growling. Ignoring the noises, she continued on, even when the rain began to pour.
Tomoyo was busy on her laptop, many chat windows covering the screen all with the question 'Have you seen this girl?' posted somewhere on them. Despite her efforts over the past few weeks, she seemed to have had no luck. Syaoran was pacing the room, his arms crossed.
He eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Hey, Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
Hey, Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
A/N That's Chapter 4 ('nuff said) A/N
A/N OK sorry I was slow on updating. I have had my computer time cut down really low and only found the odd moment when I could type chapter 3 so my apologies again to you. Also thanks to azlyrics.com for the lyrics. A/N
Chapter 4: Heart-Shaped Box
The Kinomoto family and many of Sakura's friends were searching frantically for Sakura. Kero and Tomoyo were at one of Daidouji-san's stores close to Shiba Park, Syaoran's mother had people search hotels and the surrounding areas while Syaoran looked around near Tokyo Tower. There was still hope she was ok and the police were still looking for her.
Sakura walked down the street, a blank look on her face, keeping a steady pace. She wore black, a sign of her shame of all the things she had done. Part of her was impatient and wanted to be there now, to just get it all over and done with, yet, part of her hoped that someone would notice her, that Keroberos would just appear and knock sense into her. She looked up. Alas, there was nothing there but her sight of the way ahead.
Syaoran ran throught the doors of the electronice store. Tomoyo instantly looked up from the laptop she was using. "You found anything?" he asked worriedly. "Nothing." Syaoran hung his head. "Well we know that currently she's not in Chiyoda-ku, Shibuya-ku and Shinjuku-ku, and I still haven't checked all of Minato-ku." He sighed. Tomoyo looked at him sympathetically. "Don't give up, Syaoran. There's still a chance things coul-" "I try Tomoyo, I really do but, its hard. Oh, this is all my fault! She could be dead and its all my fault!" a single tear rolled down his cheek and quickly welled up inside. Tomoyo went over to him and awkwardly pat him on the shoulder muttering what sounded like 'it's going to be ok'
Her feet pounded on the ground in time with her heartbeat. Her breathing was heavy and warm. The corner of Shiba Park drew ever closer and Tokyo tower more visible. She started to regret not stopping by Tomoecho Sunaba and stealing some food when her stomach started growling. Ignoring the noises, she continued on, even when the rain began to pour.
Tomoyo was busy on her laptop, many chat windows covering the screen all with the question 'Have you seen this girl?' posted somewhere on them. Despite her efforts over the past few weeks, she seemed to have had no luck. Syaoran was pacing the room, his arms crossed.
He eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Hey, Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
Hey, Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
A/N That's Chapter 4 ('nuff said) A/N
