A/N: I'm so bored --;;
Chapter 12: Sight
Sakura sat in her luxurious pink room, her legs folded on the windowsill, and looked out toward the east of the horizon for the Kinomoto Kingdom. The sun stretched its rainbows across the sky, and pretty emerald orbs gazed at the clouds around the glowing star.
Last night had been a dream. Everything around her—memories, hatred, love—mixed together, wrapped in a big black box with black ribbons around it, drank her soul. Feelings for Syaoran were not certain anymore. Did she turn him down just because they were life rivals? Archenemies?
Did she love him truly deep down her broken, scattered heart?
A soft knock sounded repeatedly from her door. A navy-haired man with glasses came in, and stared around the room in awe. "Whoa, you must love pink!"
Sakura turned around cautiously, and looked at the man. "I know you. You're the one with Syaoran that day!"
"Eriol Hiiragazawa at your service, princess. I am prime minister of the Li Kingdom, and here to discuss the war problem with you, your highness." Eriol said politely as he took Sakura's hand and kissed it gently.
Sakura was in no mood to discuss any warfare, however, but endured herself to listen. "We're at the stage where both sides are losing many men, and we need to write a treaty in order to achieve great peace. Princess Sakura, if you would, I'd like to discuss a peace treatment."
Sakura thought for a moment. "Isn't there a way to discuss this with my brother or my father?"
"Yes, but since we're kind of holding you as a hostage, they would not discuss that matter until we release you." Eriol said sadly.
"You're holding me as a hostage?" Sakura asked, surprised.
"Uh, not necessarily, no, but they think that we are." Eriol smiled.
"Hmm." Sakura thought for a moment. "When I get back to Kinomoto, I will discuss this treaty with you."
Eriol sighed, and stood up. "Well, that will be arranged, princess, and for now, goodbye, your highness."
"Bye!" Sakura said enthusiastically. Her eyes trailed on the piece of paper that Eriol had left behind, with the title of Li-Kinomoto Treaty.
"I'll worry about this later." She said to herself as she climbed on the windowsill again. Under it, she could see people walking around like ants, yelling and screaming. I wonder what's going on, Sakura thought.
As her curiosity led her downstairs, she saw a worm of servants running around wildly like a bunch of crazy animals. "Wait!" Sakura yelled as she stopped a maid, "What's going on?"
"The prince! Something terrible has happened to the prince!" The maid yelled in panic, and screamed with her hands up all the way upstairs.
The prince? Who's the pr—SYAORAN!!! A thought hit Sakura's head like a rock on water. What happened to Syaoran? Is he okay? Panicking too, she ran down the staircase, skipping two steps at a time, rushing—"Oww!" she yelled as she tripped the stairs and rolled onto the bottom.
"Are you okay?" A male voice asked. Sakura whirled around to meet gentle navy eyes, so different from the handsome, piercing amber she's used to.
"Yeah, I think," Sakura murmured, and took the hand Eriol offered. "Is Syaoran okay? Everyone's all yelling and screaming and panicking about him!"
Eriol lowered his head in thought. "Syaoran has experienced some... difficulties on his way hunting alone... last night."
"HUNTING ALONE?" Sakura shrieked. "Why would he do that?"
"I'm not so sure of my feelings anymore," Sakura murmured.
Syaoran sighed, "What do you mean? You hate me more now because we're supposed enemies?"
"No, no, that's not what I mean!" Sakura shook her head honestly.
"It's alright, Kinomoto," Syaoran smiled awkwardly, "Sometimes I get really arrogant and it bothers people. Good night." He said as he bowed, then ran toward the forest, disappearing.
"A-are you alright, princess?" Eriol asked. Sakura's face became white as a sheet as she shot her eyes at the navy. "What. Happened. To. Syaoran?"
Eriol looked distressed. "He... he fought a mountain lion and killed it, but wound... wounded himself as well."
Sakura placed her hands on her mouth in terror. "What kind of wound?"
"He has some scratches on his body-"
"EXCUSE ME!" another maid bumped into Sakura's shoulder, holding a tray of medicine. "Sorry, it's the prince—the symptoms! OH POOR BABY! If he dies I—"
"Dies?" Sakura asked, and grabbed the maid's shoulder.
"In his situation, he might. He has a high fever and he keeps murmuring something like 'kura' or 'kara' or something like that—I'm scared for his life!" The maid said in horror. "Excuse me."
"'Kura?'" Sakura thought for a moment. Syaoran's calling me! I'm "Kura"!!! "I must go to him," she said to Eriol.
"You mustn't, princess, he might have infections!" Eriol argued hopelessly. "If anything happens to you—"
"This is a matter of life or death for me." Sakura stared dangerously, and rushed to follow the maid.
"Life or Death for that girl?" Eriol said in confusion. "I think I better go check on my best friend too."
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Sakura pushed the door open to a very badly wounded figure covered in band-aids and bandages. Syaoran's forehead was wrapped around with white bandages while his chest show fresh, dark, blood red scratches. He still looked as handsome as ever, but his eyes were half closed.
"Oh, Syaoran!" Sakura yelled in pain as she stepped toward the bed and held his icy, cold hand.
"S-Sakura?" Syaoran opened his eyes suddenly.
"Yes, Syaoran, sweetie, I'm right here by your side," Sakura said emotionally, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"You never called me that before," Syaoran jerked awake.
"That's because it's different now." Sakura smiled secretly.
"How?" Syaoran asked.
Sakura brought her lips to his, and kissed it gently. "Remember last night when I said that 'I wasn't so sure of my feelings anymore'? I realized that I didn't love you because we were born enemies, but that doesn't stop my feelings inside."
Syaoran smiled and stretched his hand for her head and pulled it close to his. He kissed her again, this time, more passionately, and whispered, "Give me a second chance. Don't go back to your country."
Sakura placed her finger on his lips, avoided the question, and said gently, "I'll always love you," and kissed his forehead. Syaoran closed his eyes in content. (AN: no he didn't die, he's just sleepin')
Sakura walked carefully out the door, and saw two doctors talking to each other in a low voice.
"Is Syaoran going to be okay?" Sakura asked cheerfully.
One of the doctors looked at her, and finally answered, "it seems so, your highness. But there is one thing that you must know."
"What?"
"He's going blind."
Blind...
Syaoran?
Blind...
That's not possible, right?
Blind...
Blind...
Blind...
Blind...
The word echoed in her head. SHUT UP!
A/N: ok I've decided to make the story longer - I luv this storwee now!! neways, PLEASE REVIEW!