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long update too!! See!
People: *growls* Fine! But that does not mean you're forgiven!
Note:
"..." stands for speech
[...] stands for thoughts
{...} stands for author's comments
'...' stands for the chapter's title
Battle of the Two Arch-Rivals
By Winged Guardian
Chapter Twelve: 'I Can't Promise You That'
Syaoran kept his eyes fixed on the lithe figure striding purposefully away from him.
Sighing mentally, he increased his pace so as not to lose sight of the princess who was so
dead set on getting away from him.
Hands jammed in his pockets, Syaoran raised his head to study the pitch-black sky. The
storm had come to a stop, for now at least. Black, storm clouds were still overhead and it
seemed that it may start to rain again any time. The waning moon was the only source of
light in the vast skies; and the stars were covered by the thick Cumulonimbus clouds. The
faint illumination the moon provided only allowed them to see within a five feet radius.
Things were not looking good. They'd better reach the palace soon.
Of course, there was an alternative -Syaoran grinned- find shelter for the night.
After the kiss, Sakura had pulled away from him, cheeks burning, and had abruptly
started walking, almost running, towards the direction of the Kinomoto palace.
They had already been brisk-walking for quite time and the palace was nowhere in sight.
It seemed that Touya must have possessed a great deal of strength to be able to throw him
so far; or perhaps his rage had lent him the power to accomplish such a great feat. Of
course, there was also one other possibility............ an all too familiar smirk made its way
to Syaoran's face as he pondered upon that beautiful likelihood and the golden
opportunities it offered.
Syaoran allowed himself a sinful grin to shame even Eriol, the master of evil plots.
Wasn't life just great? Although, of course, Sakura would definitely not be thinking in
that direction, and she would undeniably be horrified at the uncomfortable and inevitable
situation, or should he say, situations, she would often find herself in.
He would enjoy himself.
Syaoran saw that Sakura had halted, her head of auburn hair whirling around in alternate
directions as a confused and perplexed expression appeared on her face and he allowed
himself yet another grin. Yes, life was definitely great.
"Lost?" a soft and amused voice murmured in Sakura's right ear.
Sakura jumped and cursed herself silently. How could she have allowed him, of all
people, to surprise her?! [Baka] she scolded herself mentally [How could you have been
so absorbed in your own thoughts that you let down your guard?! Touya would be
ashamed of me.]
Then, she blushed as she remembered what she was thinking about and silently thanked
the darkness of the night that hid her red-stained cheeks.
Returning to the matter at hand, she recomposed herself – she would not let him have
the satisfaction of seeing her surprised – spun around angrily and fixed the grinning idiot
with a poisonous glare.
"I am not lost." Sakura denied; But even as she said that, a sinking feeling made its way
into her stomach and she had a strange sensation that she was telling a downright lie.
Perhaps she was.
However, seeing that knowing smirk plastered on Syaoran's face, she wasn't about to
admit it anytime soon.
Too bad that wasn't going to stop him from making a comment at her expense. In fact, it
encouraged him even further.
"Liar." accused Syaoran, a lazy smirk appearing on his face as those light amber eyes
mocked her.
Sakura had to bite her tongue to keep in her screams of frustration and her fists curled
up into balls at her side unconsciously.
"Why can't you give me the benefit of the doubt?" she gritted out.
"Why can't you face the truth?" replied Syaoran, smirking.
"Why are you so annoying?"
"Why are you so stubborn?"
"Why can't you wipe that smirk off your face, you self-satisfied jerk?!"
"Oh, resorting to insults now, are we?"
"Why can't you go back to where you came from and leave me alone?!"
"Why can't you accept me like you would others?"
Sakura fell into a silence at that, her anger ebbing away as fast as it had arisen.
"Why must you push me away?" asked Syaoran, tawny eyes fixing the lowered head of
auburn hair with an intense, yet gentle stare.
The ground had suddenly become very interesting to her.
Her reply was important to him. The question had lingered in his mind for days past.
And now that he had voiced it, he wanted an answer.
"Why?" he pressed on.
Sakura couldn't face him. Her sea-green eyes were squeezed tight as an array of
unidentifiable emotions flitted across her face that was hidden behind a curtain of light
brown hair shimmering in the moonlight.
She was afraid of what she would see, if she looked into his eyes.
Cool fingers slid beneath her chin and applied a gentle but firm pressure that forced her
to face him.
Unwillingly, she gazed into those gems of dark sienna, intense, questioning and gentle,
all at once.
They stood there, unmoving in that position, for what seemed like an eternity.
So lost in each other, they were both unaware of the gentle raindrops falling to the earth.
The slight drizzle soon turned into an all-out downpour.
The torrent of heavy rain totally drenched them, plastering their hair to their faces and
molded their clothes to their bodies.
A hand slowly moved to hover tentatively in front of Sakura's face, before tenderly
brushing aside her sodden fringe; And serious amber eyes, filled with ill-concealed
concern, peered into light emerald ones.
Never once breaking eye-contact, Syaoran moved his hand to cup her cheek gently.
His touch sent shivers down her spine, and her heart started beating erratically fast.
An unexplainable emotion, as soft and persistent as snow descending to the earth, came
over her; and Sakura had a sudden impulse to throw herself into Syaoran's warm and
comforting arms and confess all her confused feelings over the past few days to him.
He would listen; She knew he would.
She opened her mouth to speak...
...and no words came out.
The voice died in her throat, and a stone was placed over her heart.
She closed her mouth and her eyelids fluttered shut as she schooled her face to a perfect
blank, hiding her pained expression moments ago.
Sakura wrenched her chin free from his hand; and looked away.
Her eyes were shadowed and Syaoran couldn't see the color they were, be it a dark
stormy green, or a soft light emerald.
Sakura squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring the heavy shower, and started to walk away.
Away from the one person who could cause such turbulent waves of emotions to wash
over her.
Away from the someone who could make her so infuriated.
Away from the one who had two faces – a challenging glare and a serious tender look
that make butterflies flutter frantically in her stomach.
Away from Syaoran.
Suddenly, a hand caught her wrist and held it firmly, stopping Sakura in her tracks.
Surprised, Sakura simply stood there, her back to Syaoran and he continued to hold her
wrist tightly.
After a few minutes, Sakura was about to tear her hand from his grasp when his hand
pulled her around forcefully and his arms enveloped her into a crushing hug.
Stunned, Sakura blinked in the rainstorm, standing absolutely still.
Then, she closed her eyes again and brought her hands up to his back and returned his
hug equally tight.
She leant into his warm embrace, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around
her securely as she inhaled his unique and comforting scent.
[Just a little longer...] thought Sakura, not wanting to break away from him.
Syaoran tightened his arms around her, as if he would never release her again; And
Sakura rested her head on his shoulder and allowed herself to sink into blissful oblivion.
"Don't..."said Syaoran, his voice soft, "Don't walk away from me again........."
On his last word, Syaoran's voiced cracked.
"Please...Sakura...I...I can't see you just walk away like that- Sakura..." Syaoran
whispered, a desperate and almost...pleading note entered his voice.
"Sakura........."
Placing her small cold hands on his chest, Sakura pushed herself away from him; gently,
but firmly.
When she raised her face to look at him, her green eyes were unusually bright.
"I can't promise you that, Syaoran," she replied, her voice equally soft.
Then, Sakura looked away and she said, "Come. I think that there is a cave over there. It
looks like we will have to spend the night here."
Sakura blinked away unshed tears as the light burning sensation in her eyes increased
and her vision blurred.
And when Syaoran grasped her hand in his and held on, she did not pull away; nor did
she hold on.
Gingerly parting some bushes, Sakura stepped through carefully and led Syaoran to the
mouth of a cave.
"Aha!" exclaimed Sakura, green eyes ablaze with triumph, "I knew there was one here!
I thought this place looked familiar!"
"So you were lost after all." a husky voice murmured in her ear.
Sakura nearly jumped out of her skin.
Delighted with her success in finding an appropriate shelter, she had forgotten about the
amber-eyed prince.
Now she recalled his presence to her mind, she blushed a deep scarlet and once again
thanked the darkness for hiding her blush.
Syaoran grinned at her, clearly amused and enjoying himself.
He couldn't resist adding, "If you don't stop blushing, you're going to light the place up
with your flaming cheeks."
Sakura blinked. How did he know?
"Your aura. I can tell." said Syaoran, smirking as he answered her unspoken question.
She scowled.
She certainly didn't want to be read like an open book.
"Oh, and Li?" Sakura asked sweetly.
"Call me Syaoran."
"Syaoran?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't scare me like that again!" shouted Sakura, kicking his shin.
"Itaiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!" cried Syaoran, clutching his throbbing knee.
Sakura smirked and entered the cave.
Some battles were won by violence.
-Who said violence never solved a single thing?
*^*^*^*^*
Carrying the lighted torch she had created with the last of her magic – she had used it up
in that fire tornado and healing Syaoran's injuries unconsciously during the embrace a
while ago – Sakura looked around the cave.
Spotting a lump in the shadows at the back of the cave, Sakura approached it cautiously.
When the light of the dancing flame on the branch illuminated the objects, Sakura found
herself staring at a huge blanket folded neatly, two backpacks and a camp bed big enough
to fit two people in easily.
Sakura's jaw dropped as she stared in muted disbelief.
She strode over and picked up a note lying on top of the folded blanket.
Sakura began to read it aloud:
Dear Sakura and Syaoran,
We decided to speed up your journey to the Li Kingdom by teleporting the both of you a
few miles further where this cave is.
At that, Sakura let out a great cry of "WHAT?!?!?!?!" as chagrin spread across her
features. "You haven't won that promised battle against me yet, Syaoran Li!!!!!!!!!!"
Syaoran suppressed his laughter rather unsuccessfully at the expression on her face; and
had to take the note from her hands before she shredded it into little pieces.
Syaoran held it out of reach as Sakura jumped furiously, trying to get her hands on that
little offensive note that could do so much damage.
Syaoran continued to read the note, ignoring Sakura's enraged cries.
Do not bother to attempt to return to the Kinomoto Kingdom as we have gotten all the
palace mages to aid us in illusion and deception spells and even participated in the
laying of the magic. We know you are both drained of your magics after such intensive
use.
Sakura groaned and covered her face with her hands. She could not deny that.
In the backpacks, you would find sufficient supplies and provisions to last a month. You
would also find a map, compass, rope and various useful objects to aid you in your
journey. We have faith in you. We wish you good luck in crossing The Boundaries.
Both of them turned ashen. The Boundaries was the place that lied between the two
allying kingdoms. The people who lived there had resisted and rebelled against the Lis
and the Kinomotos for centuries past. The greatest criminals would avoid capture by
going to The Boundaries and staying there permanently – for The Boundaries were the
only place that was not under rule by the Kingdoms in the whole continent. The only
place where their ancestors had failed to conquer.
They would be seeing a lot of combat over there, and half of which they would be
forced to participate in, in order to save their own lives.
With shaking hands, Syaoran finished reading the note.
Fujitaka Kinomoto
Yelan Li
Eriol Hiiragizawa
Tomoyo Daidouji
Cerberus
Yue
Despite the gravity of the situation, Sakura could not contain herself at that.
"What????? Even Kero and Yue??!?!?!?!" Sakura wailed in despair.
Syaoran hastily turned his laughter into coughs.
Sakura glared at him.
Smirking, Syaoran advanced towards Sakura, closing in the distance between them.
"What? Can't stand being with me for so many days?" Ocher eyes taunted her.
Sakura froze, rooted to the spot; as she realized that she would have to spend a month
together with Syaoran.
Alone.
Her expression reflected only one thing.
Pure horror.
It was too much for her brain to take. Days of emotional, magical and physical stress
finally caught up with her.
She did the only thing she could.
She fainted.
"Sakura!!!" a panic-stricken voice shouted as she sank into the blanket of darkness.
Blackness enveloped her and she knew no more.
*^*^*^*^*
"Sakura!!!!" Syaoran shouted urgently as he shook her frantically.
He had caught her before she hit the ground. Now, he was down on one knee as
Sakura's unconscious body was perpendicular to his.
"Sakura!!!!" he shouted again, nearly hysterical as he continued to shake her violently.
A familiar voice spoke in his mind calmly: Cute little descendant, I know you are
worried about the cherry blossom, but no amount of shaking is going to bring her to
consciousness any time soon.
Syaoran groaned. [No!!!! Not Eriol!!!!!!!!]
Reading his thoughts clearly, Eriol's voice snickered and continued saying: In fact, you
are doing more harm to her than help.
Syaoran growled. [Then what do you suggest I do???]
Look at her. It should be obvious what you ought to do now. said Eriol.
Syaoran looked at the girl he held by her shoulders.
For the first time, he became aware of the way her wet clothes clung to her body like a
second skin, revealing all her curves.
A deep blush manifested on his face as he noticed that her soaked clothes had achieved
a semi-transparent quality............
Eriol smirked and spoke into his mind: Syaoran, if you're having thoughts that make
you blush, perhaps you ought to stop staring at Sakura in that way.
"Eriol!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Syaoran howled.
Eriol continued evilly, blissfully aware that Syaoran could not lay a finger on him and
that he was safe miles away: I believe it is obvious what you should do now. You have to
change her out of her dripping wet clothes. She would catch pneumonia if you don't. And
now, I shall take my leave. Good luck, my cute little descendent.
"Eriol!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo!!!! Don't leave me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Syaoran shouted desperately.
But it was way too late.
The evil four-eyed sorcerer had left him alone to do what he had to do.
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is Syaoran going to do? *evil grin*
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you when I update! *cheerfully*
Anyway
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People: *turn to deliver accusing glares at a Winged Guardian who is
currently hiding behind a large wooden computer table*
Winged Guardian: *defensively* I updated! And it is a nice and decently
long update too!! See!
People: *growls* Fine! But that does not mean you're forgiven!
Note:
"..." stands for speech
[...] stands for thoughts
{...} stands for author's comments
'...' stands for the chapter's title
Battle of the Two Arch-Rivals
By Winged Guardian
Chapter Twelve: 'I Can't Promise You That'
Syaoran kept his eyes fixed on the lithe figure striding purposefully away from him.
Sighing mentally, he increased his pace so as not to lose sight of the princess who was so
dead set on getting away from him.
Hands jammed in his pockets, Syaoran raised his head to study the pitch-black sky. The
storm had come to a stop, for now at least. Black, storm clouds were still overhead and it
seemed that it may start to rain again any time. The waning moon was the only source of
light in the vast skies; and the stars were covered by the thick Cumulonimbus clouds. The
faint illumination the moon provided only allowed them to see within a five feet radius.
Things were not looking good. They'd better reach the palace soon.
Of course, there was an alternative -Syaoran grinned- find shelter for the night.
After the kiss, Sakura had pulled away from him, cheeks burning, and had abruptly
started walking, almost running, towards the direction of the Kinomoto palace.
They had already been brisk-walking for quite time and the palace was nowhere in sight.
It seemed that Touya must have possessed a great deal of strength to be able to throw him
so far; or perhaps his rage had lent him the power to accomplish such a great feat. Of
course, there was also one other possibility............ an all too familiar smirk made its way
to Syaoran's face as he pondered upon that beautiful likelihood and the golden
opportunities it offered.
Syaoran allowed himself a sinful grin to shame even Eriol, the master of evil plots.
Wasn't life just great? Although, of course, Sakura would definitely not be thinking in
that direction, and she would undeniably be horrified at the uncomfortable and inevitable
situation, or should he say, situations, she would often find herself in.
He would enjoy himself.
Syaoran saw that Sakura had halted, her head of auburn hair whirling around in alternate
directions as a confused and perplexed expression appeared on her face and he allowed
himself yet another grin. Yes, life was definitely great.
"Lost?" a soft and amused voice murmured in Sakura's right ear.
Sakura jumped and cursed herself silently. How could she have allowed him, of all
people, to surprise her?! [Baka] she scolded herself mentally [How could you have been
so absorbed in your own thoughts that you let down your guard?! Touya would be
ashamed of me.]
Then, she blushed as she remembered what she was thinking about and silently thanked
the darkness of the night that hid her red-stained cheeks.
Returning to the matter at hand, she recomposed herself – she would not let him have
the satisfaction of seeing her surprised – spun around angrily and fixed the grinning idiot
with a poisonous glare.
"I am not lost." Sakura denied; But even as she said that, a sinking feeling made its way
into her stomach and she had a strange sensation that she was telling a downright lie.
Perhaps she was.
However, seeing that knowing smirk plastered on Syaoran's face, she wasn't about to
admit it anytime soon.
Too bad that wasn't going to stop him from making a comment at her expense. In fact, it
encouraged him even further.
"Liar." accused Syaoran, a lazy smirk appearing on his face as those light amber eyes
mocked her.
Sakura had to bite her tongue to keep in her screams of frustration and her fists curled
up into balls at her side unconsciously.
"Why can't you give me the benefit of the doubt?" she gritted out.
"Why can't you face the truth?" replied Syaoran, smirking.
"Why are you so annoying?"
"Why are you so stubborn?"
"Why can't you wipe that smirk off your face, you self-satisfied jerk?!"
"Oh, resorting to insults now, are we?"
"Why can't you go back to where you came from and leave me alone?!"
"Why can't you accept me like you would others?"
Sakura fell into a silence at that, her anger ebbing away as fast as it had arisen.
"Why must you push me away?" asked Syaoran, tawny eyes fixing the lowered head of
auburn hair with an intense, yet gentle stare.
The ground had suddenly become very interesting to her.
Her reply was important to him. The question had lingered in his mind for days past.
And now that he had voiced it, he wanted an answer.
"Why?" he pressed on.
Sakura couldn't face him. Her sea-green eyes were squeezed tight as an array of
unidentifiable emotions flitted across her face that was hidden behind a curtain of light
brown hair shimmering in the moonlight.
She was afraid of what she would see, if she looked into his eyes.
Cool fingers slid beneath her chin and applied a gentle but firm pressure that forced her
to face him.
Unwillingly, she gazed into those gems of dark sienna, intense, questioning and gentle,
all at once.
They stood there, unmoving in that position, for what seemed like an eternity.
So lost in each other, they were both unaware of the gentle raindrops falling to the earth.
The slight drizzle soon turned into an all-out downpour.
The torrent of heavy rain totally drenched them, plastering their hair to their faces and
molded their clothes to their bodies.
A hand slowly moved to hover tentatively in front of Sakura's face, before tenderly
brushing aside her sodden fringe; And serious amber eyes, filled with ill-concealed
concern, peered into light emerald ones.
Never once breaking eye-contact, Syaoran moved his hand to cup her cheek gently.
His touch sent shivers down her spine, and her heart started beating erratically fast.
An unexplainable emotion, as soft and persistent as snow descending to the earth, came
over her; and Sakura had a sudden impulse to throw herself into Syaoran's warm and
comforting arms and confess all her confused feelings over the past few days to him.
He would listen; She knew he would.
She opened her mouth to speak...
...and no words came out.
The voice died in her throat, and a stone was placed over her heart.
She closed her mouth and her eyelids fluttered shut as she schooled her face to a perfect
blank, hiding her pained expression moments ago.
Sakura wrenched her chin free from his hand; and looked away.
Her eyes were shadowed and Syaoran couldn't see the color they were, be it a dark
stormy green, or a soft light emerald.
Sakura squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring the heavy shower, and started to walk away.
Away from the one person who could cause such turbulent waves of emotions to wash
over her.
Away from the someone who could make her so infuriated.
Away from the one who had two faces – a challenging glare and a serious tender look
that make butterflies flutter frantically in her stomach.
Away from Syaoran.
Suddenly, a hand caught her wrist and held it firmly, stopping Sakura in her tracks.
Surprised, Sakura simply stood there, her back to Syaoran and he continued to hold her
wrist tightly.
After a few minutes, Sakura was about to tear her hand from his grasp when his hand
pulled her around forcefully and his arms enveloped her into a crushing hug.
Stunned, Sakura blinked in the rainstorm, standing absolutely still.
Then, she closed her eyes again and brought her hands up to his back and returned his
hug equally tight.
She leant into his warm embrace, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around
her securely as she inhaled his unique and comforting scent.
[Just a little longer...] thought Sakura, not wanting to break away from him.
Syaoran tightened his arms around her, as if he would never release her again; And
Sakura rested her head on his shoulder and allowed herself to sink into blissful oblivion.
"Don't..."said Syaoran, his voice soft, "Don't walk away from me again........."
On his last word, Syaoran's voiced cracked.
"Please...Sakura...I...I can't see you just walk away like that- Sakura..." Syaoran
whispered, a desperate and almost...pleading note entered his voice.
"Sakura........."
Placing her small cold hands on his chest, Sakura pushed herself away from him; gently,
but firmly.
When she raised her face to look at him, her green eyes were unusually bright.
"I can't promise you that, Syaoran," she replied, her voice equally soft.
Then, Sakura looked away and she said, "Come. I think that there is a cave over there. It
looks like we will have to spend the night here."
Sakura blinked away unshed tears as the light burning sensation in her eyes increased
and her vision blurred.
And when Syaoran grasped her hand in his and held on, she did not pull away; nor did
she hold on.
Gingerly parting some bushes, Sakura stepped through carefully and led Syaoran to the
mouth of a cave.
"Aha!" exclaimed Sakura, green eyes ablaze with triumph, "I knew there was one here!
I thought this place looked familiar!"
"So you were lost after all." a husky voice murmured in her ear.
Sakura nearly jumped out of her skin.
Delighted with her success in finding an appropriate shelter, she had forgotten about the
amber-eyed prince.
Now she recalled his presence to her mind, she blushed a deep scarlet and once again
thanked the darkness for hiding her blush.
Syaoran grinned at her, clearly amused and enjoying himself.
He couldn't resist adding, "If you don't stop blushing, you're going to light the place up
with your flaming cheeks."
Sakura blinked. How did he know?
"Your aura. I can tell." said Syaoran, smirking as he answered her unspoken question.
She scowled.
She certainly didn't want to be read like an open book.
"Oh, and Li?" Sakura asked sweetly.
"Call me Syaoran."
"Syaoran?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't scare me like that again!" shouted Sakura, kicking his shin.
"Itaiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!" cried Syaoran, clutching his throbbing knee.
Sakura smirked and entered the cave.
Some battles were won by violence.
-Who said violence never solved a single thing?
*^*^*^*^*
Carrying the lighted torch she had created with the last of her magic – she had used it up
in that fire tornado and healing Syaoran's injuries unconsciously during the embrace a
while ago – Sakura looked around the cave.
Spotting a lump in the shadows at the back of the cave, Sakura approached it cautiously.
When the light of the dancing flame on the branch illuminated the objects, Sakura found
herself staring at a huge blanket folded neatly, two backpacks and a camp bed big enough
to fit two people in easily.
Sakura's jaw dropped as she stared in muted disbelief.
She strode over and picked up a note lying on top of the folded blanket.
Sakura began to read it aloud:
Dear Sakura and Syaoran,
We decided to speed up your journey to the Li Kingdom by teleporting the both of you a
few miles further where this cave is.
At that, Sakura let out a great cry of "WHAT?!?!?!?!" as chagrin spread across her
features. "You haven't won that promised battle against me yet, Syaoran Li!!!!!!!!!!"
Syaoran suppressed his laughter rather unsuccessfully at the expression on her face; and
had to take the note from her hands before she shredded it into little pieces.
Syaoran held it out of reach as Sakura jumped furiously, trying to get her hands on that
little offensive note that could do so much damage.
Syaoran continued to read the note, ignoring Sakura's enraged cries.
Do not bother to attempt to return to the Kinomoto Kingdom as we have gotten all the
palace mages to aid us in illusion and deception spells and even participated in the
laying of the magic. We know you are both drained of your magics after such intensive
use.
Sakura groaned and covered her face with her hands. She could not deny that.
In the backpacks, you would find sufficient supplies and provisions to last a month. You
would also find a map, compass, rope and various useful objects to aid you in your
journey. We have faith in you. We wish you good luck in crossing The Boundaries.
Both of them turned ashen. The Boundaries was the place that lied between the two
allying kingdoms. The people who lived there had resisted and rebelled against the Lis
and the Kinomotos for centuries past. The greatest criminals would avoid capture by
going to The Boundaries and staying there permanently – for The Boundaries were the
only place that was not under rule by the Kingdoms in the whole continent. The only
place where their ancestors had failed to conquer.
They would be seeing a lot of combat over there, and half of which they would be
forced to participate in, in order to save their own lives.
With shaking hands, Syaoran finished reading the note.
Fujitaka Kinomoto
Yelan Li
Eriol Hiiragizawa
Tomoyo Daidouji
Cerberus
Yue
Despite the gravity of the situation, Sakura could not contain herself at that.
"What????? Even Kero and Yue??!?!?!?!" Sakura wailed in despair.
Syaoran hastily turned his laughter into coughs.
Sakura glared at him.
Smirking, Syaoran advanced towards Sakura, closing in the distance between them.
"What? Can't stand being with me for so many days?" Ocher eyes taunted her.
Sakura froze, rooted to the spot; as she realized that she would have to spend a month
together with Syaoran.
Alone.
Her expression reflected only one thing.
Pure horror.
It was too much for her brain to take. Days of emotional, magical and physical stress
finally caught up with her.
She did the only thing she could.
She fainted.
"Sakura!!!" a panic-stricken voice shouted as she sank into the blanket of darkness.
Blackness enveloped her and she knew no more.
*^*^*^*^*
"Sakura!!!!" Syaoran shouted urgently as he shook her frantically.
He had caught her before she hit the ground. Now, he was down on one knee as
Sakura's unconscious body was perpendicular to his.
"Sakura!!!!" he shouted again, nearly hysterical as he continued to shake her violently.
A familiar voice spoke in his mind calmly: Cute little descendant, I know you are
worried about the cherry blossom, but no amount of shaking is going to bring her to
consciousness any time soon.
Syaoran groaned. [No!!!! Not Eriol!!!!!!!!]
Reading his thoughts clearly, Eriol's voice snickered and continued saying: In fact, you
are doing more harm to her than help.
Syaoran growled. [Then what do you suggest I do???]
Look at her. It should be obvious what you ought to do now. said Eriol.
Syaoran looked at the girl he held by her shoulders.
For the first time, he became aware of the way her wet clothes clung to her body like a
second skin, revealing all her curves.
A deep blush manifested on his face as he noticed that her soaked clothes had achieved
a semi-transparent quality............
Eriol smirked and spoke into his mind: Syaoran, if you're having thoughts that make
you blush, perhaps you ought to stop staring at Sakura in that way.
"Eriol!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Syaoran howled.
Eriol continued evilly, blissfully aware that Syaoran could not lay a finger on him and
that he was safe miles away: I believe it is obvious what you should do now. You have to
change her out of her dripping wet clothes. She would catch pneumonia if you don't. And
now, I shall take my leave. Good luck, my cute little descendent.
"Eriol!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo!!!! Don't leave me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Syaoran shouted desperately.
But it was way too late.
The evil four-eyed sorcerer had left him alone to do what he had to do.
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Winged Guardian: Muahahahahahaha!!!! Aren't I evil!?!?!? I delight in it!!! Now what
is Syaoran going to do? *evil grin*
Winged Guardian: Read my other S+S fic - Cold blooded Assassin and review so I'll email
you when I update! *cheerfully*
Anyway
Review!!! *grins*
Thanks for all the reviews and hope you enjoyed reading my fanfic!
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