REACH for the SKYE
by the one and only, Nebula Moon
AN:// Aw… I loved all the reviews— so I wrote a second chapter! See how this genius's mind works? ^_____^ Just keep 'em coming steady, and I'll make sure the next installment comes!
Disclaimer: CCS is an amazing piece of work by Clamp. I envy their genius.
Summary (short and sweet):
Sakura Amazaki = psychiatrist with a mysterious past dealing with Fujitaka
Touya Kinomoto = skeptical/ worried of Sakura's marriage chances
Syaoran = in this chapter; all connected with Sakura and Skye Corp… for some odd reason. ^ ^
Skye Corp. International = One heck of a wealthy business empire that has been run by the Kinomoto family for nine generations.
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Chapter Two
"KKKYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
A shrill scream pierced through the dark silence that enveloped the tall apartment complex. The owner of the scream came from none other than room no. 113….
Sakura eased herself at her working desk with a cup of steaming coffee in hand. The piles of files, stacks of blanch papers, and colored sticky notes told her that it was going to be a long, busy night.
Tonight, sleep seemed to be out of the question. The recurring memory from five years ago continued to haunt her….with the exception of the people and reporters turning into blood-sucking vampires with hooks for hands and chasing her around with flashing cameras.
They all wanted a piece of her and they looked pretty darn intent. Even for a dream…
Right before any of the distorted vampires managed to perforate her neck with their hungry canines, a young man batted them away with one sweep of his long, ancient sword. They would cower away from him, and like any knight in shiny armor, he turned to look at her. AND like any decent, romantic dream Sakura had, the man's face was hidden by the shadows. Darn…
As a professional psychiatrist, Sakura concluded that her dream was nothing more than a memory that was horribly distorted. Still, she analyzed her dream a hundred times and was somewhat disappointed when the dream-evaluation books stated that "someone very, very special will enter your life and you must grab onto the person at whatever the costs."
It sounded pretty shadowy to Sakura.
She pulled her yellow shawl tighter around her small shoulders as she gently picked up the first manila file.
Her eyes scanned the loopy cursive handwriting the doctor had written about the patient with practiced ease, taking in key points and data.
The very first thing Sakura did when evaluating her patients was their appearance in the photo. It was amazing what you could pinpoint about one's character through their physical features… although some may say otherwise.
He was incredibly handsome with messy brown hair, and it wasn't styled with gel and a flat iron, it appeared to be completely natural.
He's down-to-earth…
He was gifted with unblemished, golden skin, a boyish nose, and stern, rosy lips.
He probably looks just like his father…
And goodness…his spectacular amber eyes. They held an intense and authoritative air, yet a faraway, distant gaze, as if he was deep thought. Sakura couldn't shake the odd feeling that this man reminded her of Touya and his penetrating gaze.
Patient A443256
Name: Li Syaoran
Age: 26 (AN:// this means he's three years younger than Sakura)
Origin: China
Sakura skipped the embarrassing personal facts about the man's height, weight, sex, and etc. There was no point in reading them, so she flipped through the pages, until at last, she came to the sad conclusion. What was wrong with the man?
Diagnosis: severe symptoms of OCD
"Obsessive Compulsive Disorder." Sakura murmured under her breath as she gazed at the three bold letters on the blanch paper. She allowed her eyes to lower to the final paragraph on the sheet. The doctor's obvious frustration was shown in her stiff, choppy handwriting. "Oh boy, she was sure peeved."
Medication: None, but strongly recommended
Observations: Patient does not trust anyone, extremely disagreeable and rigid. Unable to carry out normal conversations, due to accusing and violent nature. Obsessed with work and Skye Corp. International, esp. with the next heir. Drinks on a weekly basis, for unknown stress reasons. Needs serious therapy and medication. I recommend Dr. Sakura Amazaki…
The rest was unread, since Sakura dropped the file in shock and her emerald pupils widened in horror. This man, her future patient, was obsessed with none other than the thing she feared most.
How traumatic could you get?
By nervous instinct, she gulped down the steaming coffee and let the burning liquid slide down her throat. God, at least the hot sensations told her she wasn't having a nightmare again.
She calmed herself down by rationalizing the situation. Sakura could easily pass the patient onto a different therapist or psychiatrist. There were plenty of them— willing and ready to work for Sakura Amazaki, one of the most successful women in the fields of psychology and sociology.
"That's it… I'll just say I'm too busy. That's it." Sakura sighed as she picked up the next manila folder.
Sakura's eyes roamed over the patient's information without much attention, as her entire focus was on the discarded manila folder that lay by its lonesome on the floor, where she had dropped it. She shook her head and did her usual ritual, gazing at the person's picture and guessing their personality.
The picture was that of a young female with raven black hair that reached far below her shoulders. A haughty smirk graced her features as though she was born with it. Her brown eyes sparkled with devious mischief and the only thing Sakura could think of was, "I'd hate to be on her bad side."
Sakura read her name carefully, "Meilin Rae."
It was very pretty, and the young woman was very lovely herself. Except that smirk… it betrayed the woman's spoiled and demanding character.
Patient L567003
Name: Meilin Rae
Age: 22
Origin: China
Once again, Sakura skimmed through the pages until the main point came into view.
Diagnosis: OCD and Narcissistic Behavioral Problems
"Double the trouble." Sakura said aloud as she once again noticed the doctor's agitated handwriting on the white document, a deviation from her smooth, loopy handwriting.
Notes: Needs help asap!!! Obsessed with Patient 443256 and his past, present, and future being. Rants protectively about his relationships with women and overall, with anyone. I recommend Dr. Sakura Amazaki…
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE DOCTORS?" Sakura bellowed as she threw the file down on the pile of manila folders. "CAN THEY NOT DEAL WITH THEIR PATIENTS ON THEIR OWN? MUST I TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING?"
Sakura stalked to her kitchen and filled a glass with chunks of ice. She slowly crushed each ice cube mercilessly in her jaw. She liked to think that Patient A443256, or Syaoran Li, was the ice cube and she was the predator, the Dalai Mama, the Queen, the victor, the winner, the scary psychiatrist.
"Perhaps…" she voiced aloud, "I shall meet with this nutcase who is obsessed with Skye Corp. International and its next heir. Perhaps, he may enlighten my fears and wash away the pain like my dreamy knight in shining armor."
She laughed at the silliness of the whole idea.
A knight in shining armor?
Feh, that only happens in farfetched romance novels…
If only she knew….
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AN:// How was it? Were the characters dangerously OOC? Well, there supposed to be, so please be understanding that this is, well, a fan fic.
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