BLEEDING ANGEL
AN: I do not own Card Captor Sakura
Chapter 2
A stubborn pretty face looked down at me. Her cheeks glowed a faint red and honey brown hair stuck to her sweaty skin. A layered fringe and long thick braid had replaced her short style. Her girlish figure was now that of a woman, proud, stubborn and strong. Her emerald eyes were wild and hard.
The men followed my gaze up to the girl. The leader growled louder. "You leave her alone, you here. No one comes near that girl." I didn't answer him, but kept my gaze on the creature before me. How true those words are. "Girl, go back to your room." She didn't obey, instead she went to sit on the edge and let her heavy booted feet dangle down.
"Never thought I'd see you again."
Her clear voice was smooth, controlled and bitter. "I told you I'll come for you."
"You might as well have stayed away, I don't want anything to do with you anymore."
I became more aware of all the eyes on us and switched from the common tongue to her native language. "Hoekom? Want ek het you beskerm!" (Why? Because I protected you!)
"Beskerm? Jy het my gelos!" (Protected? You left me!) She got to her feet and turned to walk away.
"Sakura!" She froze.
"Ek's oud genoeg om nou na myself te kyk." (I'm old enough to look after myself now.)
"Sakura."
I ran after the girl, avoiding all the bodies trying to stop me. I followed her into the depths of the forsaken planet into a dark cave. I adjusted my eyes to the dark.
The dark, I loved the dark. It is my sanctuary, my place of comfort. The one place where my eyes didn't hurt and the one place I saw the best. I found the girl sitting in the darkest corner playing with an amulet around her neck.
I sat down next to her and felt her hot body move closer to mine. I placed my arm around her shoulder and she laid her head on my lap. Just like old times, we used to sit like this for hours not talking. I felt her tight grip on my pants and warm tears soak the material covering my legs. No sound escaped her as the soft tears cooled on my skin. My fingers glided through her soft hair and she tightened her grip even more. "Hoekom het jy my verlaat?" (Why did you leave me?)
"Ek moes." (I had to.) My words sounded hollow now, filled with no meaning as I held the girl on my lap. "Ek moes jou beskerm." (I had to protect you.)
"From what? You just could have killed anyone who tired to get close."
"Ek moes jou teen myself beskerm." (I had to protect you from myself.) My voice was soft as I realized the bitter truth of why I really had to leave. I had to leave just because of myself, not the others, but simply because of myself. My own weakness.
"Jouself?" (Yourself?) Her voice was a whisper, soft and confused.
"I looked at you like no man should ever look onto a twelve year old girl and even now that truth hasn't changed." It grew stronger, more urgent and the fact that you're a woman now doesn't help at all. My fingers glided through her hair all the time the words echoed in the dark cave.
"Hoekom?" (Why?) By the gods of all the planets in the universe! That is a question I asked myself thousands of times. Why? Why? Why? Why? I did not know why! I simply knew! I simply knew I loved her. I simply knew I desired her and that I had to leave before I took what I desired.
"Because women from earth are the only things in the entire universe that can make a man go insane with burning lust. And even human girls." I kissed her cheek tenderly and leaned with my back against the warm wall. I closed my eyes when I felt her breathing deepen, betraying her peaceful sleep.
Why? Because you saved me from myself.
I saw a beautiful angel standing in the centre of black nothingness with her snowy wings wrapped around her naked body. Red liquid screamed its presence as it ran down and stained the soft feathers. Sad tears of a bitter pain ran down the angel's face as she hugged herself.
I strained my eyes to see who she is, but the light radiating from her darkening wings burned into my eyes and I blinked hard as I looked away. I wanted to know who she is. Why she is bleeding. Why she is crying. I wanted to comfort her and help her. I wanted to make her suffering go away…
I WANT THIS DREAM TO STOP HAUNTING ME!
I breathed hard and whipped the sweat from my forehead. Again, once again. I felt the girl stir on my lap. "Sakura." My voice was a barely audible whisper and my fingers ran through her hair once more.
When will all these nightmares leave me alone?
AN: Second chapter. The angel is in play. I decided to put her in a little earlier, just to torture our main character and make it a little more interesting. And who is the main character? That is the question you are all probably asking, because there is no description of him and no hint of his name. There is reason for all the mystery: It makes it more interesting.
The language Sakura and the main character are using is Afrikaans. It's my home language. (English being my second and then I can speak the few odd phrases and words in Dutch, a native black language and Japanese.) Afrikaans is based on Dutch for the most part, but has integrated words from other languages such as German, French, English, Protégées and native black languages. It is one of the two main languages used here in South Africa, although we have eleven official languages.
If you don't know how to pronounce in Dutch more or less, then do not attempt Afrikaans. Sorry to say, but you'll only make a fool of yourself. It isn't as tricky as French, but you need to get it right other wise you might find yourself with a blue eye and not know why.
Dankie. (Thank you.)
Tella