Lady Hawke
Disclaimer: I don not own the movie "Lady Hawke" or Card Captor Sakura. weep weep Full summary: Syaoran Li is a wandering soldier that has a terrible secret. Sakura Kinomotto is a beautiful woman who has a past that is filled with grief. When a young thief named Eriol joins Syaoran, will all be revealed? Demon-Huntress: I want to thank everybody who reviewed. (Sorry I took so long to update; bad habit of mine. I can be so lazy at times...--;) I've been really busy, and I didn't have a chance to complete this chapter. Should I make them shorter? Maybe. Again, sorry for not updating in such a long time. I hope you like this chapter! "WORDS" 'THOUGHTS' (AUTHOR"S NOTES) Lady Hawke
Chapter Three: Silent Beauty
Eriol sighed. They had been riding for at least five miles, and it couldn't have been more boring. They rode in complete silence, not
saying a word to each other.
"Hey, Li, where are we going?" Eriol asked, sarcasm dripping from every word. Syaoran gave him a small glare. "There is a village nearby. Hold your tongue, we're almost there." Eriol sulked. First he was kidnapped, and now his kidnapper was treating him like a little kid. Eriol would have tried to escape, but he knew it would have been futile. This Li guy seemed fully trained in martial arts and Eriol didn't exactly feel like dying today. They went around a bend, and indeed Syaoran was right. There was a tiny village; not even ten houses were there. There was no vegetation; it gave off a very dark and gloomy appearance. Syaoran pulled silently on the reigns and the horse went to a slow walk. "Eh?" Syaoran turned around while Eriol tried to twist his head around to see. There stood a middle aged woman, rather dumpy and unclean. Her dress was a simple village dress, mud brown in color. Her eyes were frightful, and she screamed a very loud pitched scream. Syaoran cringed at the sound while Eriol merely stared at her as if she had two heads. Out of one of the houses, a middle age man appeared, wearing a dark brow long sleeve shirt and black pants. His face sagged and he quickly ran to his wife, trying to figure out what happened. The language he spoke was unknown to Syaoran and Eriol, so they quietly waited on the horse. The man had a grim look on his face, and he turned around sharply to the pair. "What you want with my wife?" Syaoran calmly said "We are looking for a place to stay for the night. Do you perhaps have an inn where we could reside?" The man's face grew tight and he answered curtly "No, no place for you to stay." Syaoran's eyes narrowed. 'So, this man is being stubborn. Damn, I didn't want to use brute force.' "Don't worry sir; we are fully able to pay for your hospitality. And quite a lot too." Eriol said, confidence evident in his voice. Amazing how he could sound like that when he was on his stomach, in a most humiliating position, in front of a young man, with a neck looking like it was going to crack. He reached into his shirt and pulled out a full money bag. He jingled it slightly to prove his point. The man looked at the money pouch, and his eyes were filled with greed. The wife watched the scene unfold nervously and she hurriedly whispered something to her husband. He just shushed her, and he said with a hint of pleasure in his voice "You may stay in barn. It over there." He pointed to an old looking shack; parts of the wall were missing. Made of wood, it rather looked like a longhouse, and it had a small horse stable next to it. Although it was a dump, it was a place to stay for the night. "Arigatou, I am grateful for your kindness. We shall pay in the morning." Syaoran said, his voice full of reassurance. The man eyes him suspiciously, but nodded his head in understanding. Syaoran guided the horse to the stable and he quickly got off. He tied the reign to a tree branch, although Eriol wondered why he didn't just bring the horse to the stable. Eriol sighed as another situation presented itself. Eriol hesitated, unsure of what to do. He didn't know if he should get off the horse yet. Syaoran saw his nervousness and he said "You can get off, you know. However, if you try to escape, there will be dire consequences." Eriol slowly nodded his head. Syaoran eyed him for a second, but then turned and entered the barn. Eriol quickly got off the horse, uncertain of what to do know. He heard a small screech. Surprised, he turned around. The hawk was sitting on a branch of a nearby tree. 'So, it followed us all the way over here, huh?' Eriol sighed yet again, his mind wandering. 'Well, this has been an interesting day...' -------------------------------------- -- "What's your name?" Eriol was surprised at the question but quickly answered "Eriol sir. Eriol Hiiragizawa." Syaoran smiled. "Well then Eriol Hiiragizawa, you will put my horse in the stable and fetch fire wood." "NANI?!" (A/n: If anyone doesn't know the meaning of these words, just tell me and I'll add them later.) "You have to do something useful. Beside, it's almost sundown." At the word 'sundown', Syaoran's eyes grew unimaginably hard and cold. Eriol was afraid of the look in those eyes.
"Fine..."Eriol grumbled a sour sulk on his face. Sighing, he grabbed hold of the horse's reigns. "So...Uh...what's her name?" Eriol was curious as to what a person like Li would name their horse. Syaoran scoffed. "HIS name is Goliath. Goliath, go with him; he doesn't mean to be a baka." Eriol's scowl deepened. "Hey, what's with the insults?!" Syaoran merely gave a small smirk and said "Don't forget the firewood." Eriol glared at Li, but he turned and started to lead the horse towards the stable. "You know Goliath, before we go any further, I think I should tell you the story of a small man named David..." (A/N: I just had to add that!) -------------------------------------- --
Syaoran was finally alone. He sighed. "Sundown..." He whispered silently, his eyes no longer hard. They were full of sorrow and unshed tears. Noiselessly, he reached into a bag that he had brought into his room. He pulled out a beautiful emerald green kimono. It had a dark forest green obi and the material was extremely soft. On the bottom of the kimono, there was a cherry blossom tree, its bright pink petals vibrant against the green. On the cuff, there was gold embroidery depicting cherry blossoms. "Someday..." Syaoran said, watching the sunset through the wall of vines. (A/N: The wall is woven tree braches, but there are a lot of large gaps. That's how he could see the sunset.) He gently placed the dress on a table and he quietly waited. -------------------------------------- -- It was now late evening. Eriol shivered; the temperature was going down pretty fast. "Damn...Why do I have do this?" Eriol grumbled. "There's something about that Syaoran Li..." Eriol whispered. "He wants something from me...I can tell by the look in his eyes." Eriol wanted to straight out ask Li "What the hell do you want with me?" Eriol knew that wasn't smart though; he didn't know what Li was capable of. "He wants something, but what? "Eriol couldn't help but feel uneasy under Syaoran's cold stare. "And if he desperately wanted my help, he could at least give me some respect!" Eriol frowned.
"Jeez why did I leave Aquila? It was better than this. Sure, my jail partner was crazy and utterly nuts, but at least he gave me respect!" Eriol grew more and more annoyed at Li's behavior. "That's it! I'm not going to put up wit this crap any longer. I'm still a young man; I've got prospects! Lord, I'm off to find my golden future so goodbye and-" Eriol sopped mid- sentence. He heard a strange noise. Eriol listened closely and when he recognized the noise, he made a loud moan. Wolves. Stinking wolves. 'Lord, why does this crap always happen to me?' Eriol stopped where he was and his body froze. Should he make a dash for the barn? He heard loud snarls piercing the silence. Yeah, that seemed like a good idea. Eriol ran as if his life depended on it. (A/N: Sorry, sorry, I know; bad pun. xp)
Eriol ran and he could here the wolves charging after him. His breath was deep, the need to get more oxygen over-powering. He had wandered quite far into the forest and that might not have been the smartest thing to do; if only he realized that sooner.
He could see the barn now; he could make it. His breath quickened. The snarls of the wolves were growing fainter. Eriol wanted to look, but he was not going to be stupid and trip. The door was not even a hundred meters away. He pushed himself on. He outstretched his hand, grabbed the door handle, swung the door open, jumped inside and slammed the door shut. His breath came out in pants and his heart beated a mile a minute. He turned around to the wall of woven vines and looked outside. Apparently the wolves got tired of chasing after him and decided to get something easier. Eriol sighed. Wow, life really did throw some curve balls. 'Thank you Lord, you don't hate me after all.'
Eriol came out of the house, walking cautiously and hesitantly. He stopped in front of dead tree about 45 feet away from the barn and he looked around. The sun was down and it seemed to be around seven o' clock. His body tensed. Eriol thought that he heard leaves crinkling and branches snapping. He shook his head; it must have been the wind or something. This town was practically deserted, and the few people who were here was as silent as the dead.
If Eriol had looked closer, he would have realized it wasn't the wind or his imagination. Behind the barn was a dark silhouette, the two figures hunched. It headed towards Eriol, taking slow and deliberate steps. Eriol heard the branches snapping, and it was too loud to dismiss again. He instantly whipped around and saw the man earlier who had let them stayed in the barn. Beside him stood his wife, the same petrified look still on her face. The man grinned and attacked Eriol, while the wife whimpered. Eriol's eyes widened and he put up his arms in quick defense. (Should I end it there?) -------------------------------------- -- (Nah, I'm not that cruel. ;p) The man pushed Eriol to the ground and Eriol grunted. The man grabbed Eriol's throat, trying to choke him. Eriol's hands grabbed the man's arms and he struggled, trying to get him to let go. Despite appearances, the older man had quite a strong grip. Eriol clenched his eyes shut and he wriggled trying to get out of the man's hold. Eriol tried to bite the man's wrists, but as unsuccessful.
"The money...will be mine." The man's eyes gleamed and they were consumed by greed. Eriol clenched his eyes shut. His chest felt like it was going to explode. 'Am I really going to die? No, not like this...' Eriol felt his last breath leave him. The world was already dark because his eyes were closed, and cold soon crept up upon him. Suddenly, the weight was ripped off of him and he heard a strangled scream Eriol violently coughed and slowly lifted himself off the ground. His eyes widened in shock. There stood a large black wolf, its eyes shining from the moon light. He had torn out the man's throat, and the dark red blood was seeping into the ground. The woman was on the ground, rocking back and forth, her sobs echoing in the night. Eriol's breath caught in his throat. 'What the hell am I going to do know?' -------------------------------------- --
A thought came to Eriol's mind. That Li guy had some weapons, most likely they were in his room. Eriol cautiously got up, and ran to the shack. He heard no movement from behind him, so he figured the wolf was still attacking the older man. He slammed the door and threw anything he could to stop the wolf from entering. After he was done, he looked all around the room. On the edge of a small wicker table, Eriol spied the crossbow and arrows. Hurriedly, he grabbed it and started to place an arrow in place. "Wolf...Wolf...Why the hell do I have all the bad luck?" Eriol was nearly shouting. Usually he was calm and suave. However, he'd didn't want to be eaten today. Eriol finally got the arrow in place. Placing the arrow in between the vines, Eriol searched for the wolf. He saw it, its eyes glowing in the darkness. Blood was bright on the ground.
Swallowing, he took careful aim. His fingers tightened around the trigger. Suddenly, an ivory palm was softly placed on the crossbow. Eriol swiftly turned around, and his mouth was soon hanging open.
Before him stood a beautiful young woman, adorned in a dark green kimono. Pictures of soft cherry blossoms flowed across the fabric. Her hair was a light honey brown, long and silky. However, her most beautiful feature was her dazzling green eyes.
Before Eriol could stutter a word, the young woman whispered "Shh..."
Eriol stared at her as the woman moved closer to the door. She pressed her forehead against the vines, and her eyes took a dreamy expression. Slowly, she headed towards the entrance of the door, and Eriol woke up from his reverie.
"Miss, that's not a good idea! There are murderous wolves and- and-"
The woman merely smiled, pushed aside all remnants of furniture, and walked out the front door. Eriol watched with open eyes and started towards her to stop her. However she turned towards him, giving him a look that clearly showed not to follow her, and Eriol gave up.
"Well," he mused aloud," Maybe I'm simply lying in my bed, dreaming I'm awake, wondering if I'm dreaming." he scrunched his brow. "Or I'm awake, hoping I'm dreaming, and living in denial." Eriol sighed. He was going to have mental issues after this whole scenario.
Meanwhile, the beautiful woman approached the wolf, and the wolf seemed in turn to greet her. Calmly and silently, they walked into the darkness.
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Demon-Huntress: Oh my god, how do you people put up with me? Again, I am SOOOOOOO sorry! I really will try to update more often. I'm finally off school for a while! So I will have the next chapter up soon. My thanks to:
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