Authors note: Hey, this is a story that just sort of popped in my head. I hope ya'll like it. This one will actually be more than just a one-shot, and I hope to update weekly, if not, then monthly. Well onto the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own CCS, CLAMP does unfortunately. However I do own the images of them in my head MUHAHAHAHAHA. Wait 0.0 that made no sense. sigh oh well.

My Past's End

Summary: Her past is one she's trying to coup with, his is one he's trying to forget. They both live with a shelled exterior masking all from even the ones closets to them. When the shell finally breaks will they be able to handle it?

A little girl flew across the room, landing in a corner of the shabby and torn up room. Auburn hair fell over water stained cheeks and watering emerald eyes. A red mark, covering one-half of her face was starting to develop.

"It's all your fault and your going to regret the day your were born," said a tall man as he approached the girl menacingly.

The man's shadow fell over the girl, his blood shot eyes staring at her in an insane anger. A half empty beer bottle hung loosely in one hand, while the other reached out and grabbed the girl.

She gave out a small shriek as she tried to crawl away, but the hand gripped the back of the shirt.

The man brought her small, innocent face to his sucked and angered one. He stared at her for a moment as her eyes looked away and her small body shivered.

"Why are you crying?" he asked in a whisper, his voice almost sane. "You know I don't like doing this, but you were bad and those who are bad have to be punished," he said it as though trying to soothe her.

"Daddy please..." the little girl managed to mumbled, her voice no higher than that of a mouse.

Instead of easing him as most men would have been by the plea of a six year old, it only seemed to infuriate him more.

Her threw her down hard, the side of her head hitting the floor. She gave out a yelp of pain as she hit. A small trickle of blood ran down the side of her face as she quickly moved back as far as she could to the corner of the room.

"HOW DARE YOU PLEA WITH ME, YOU WORTHLESS WENCH! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID AND YOU STILL BEG MY MERCY!" he exclaimed at the top of his voice.

"I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to do it, I'm sorry," she whimpered, pulling herself closer to the wall.

"YOU KNOW VERY WELL THAT YOU MEANT IT! YOUR A DAMN WITCH, BORN OF SATAN HIMSELF, AND BY GOD I'LL PURGE THE EVIL FROM YOU!" the man yelled again, his madness and drunkenness combining into a dangerous combo.

He went out of the room for a moment then came back with a wipe with nine tails to it in his hand. Each tail has a small piece of jagged glass or rock in it.

Upon seeing this the little girls eyes widened in fear, "Daddy, no, please no. I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't mean to, please no," she said begging him, tears flowing down her cheeks more frequently.

The man responded by throwing her on her stomach and pulling up her shirt.

"I will purge the evil from you," his said in a low voice, which scared her even more than when he was yelling.

He brought up the whip and let in come down hard. A scream escaped the little girl lips as the tails of the whip reopened old wounds on her back.

The man seemed please with this scream.

"I know it hurts, but it's necessary," he said, his eyes wide with a feverish madness.

As he brought up the wipe again to strike, the door to the room suddenly slammed open and before the man could act something small and fast rammed into him, knocking him off his feet.

A young boy got off the man and quickly stood up standing between him and the girl. The boy stared at the man with furious chocolate brown eyes as he quickly brushed dark brown hair out of his face.

The man sat up somewhat dazed, but for only a second. He stood up onto his feet, staggering from being drunk, and looked at the one between him and the girl, his eyes glazed.

"Back off boy, this has nothing to do with you," the man's voice was level and distant.

The boy stared him in the eye defiantly and didn't budge an inch.

"Boy, I'm warning you," the man said advancing onto the eleven year old.

"Don't come any closer," the boy threatened back, holding his stance steadfast.

At these words the man developed a smirk on his face, "You're threatening me? With what, your scrawny arms and your witch of a sister?" The man seemed to find this hilarious and started laughing insanely.

He stopped just as suddenly as he had begun, his face going into a somber coldness, "Now stop playing and move so I can purge the evil from her."

He took another step closer, when the boy pulled an object out of his back pocket causing the man, even in his drunken state, to freeze in fear.

"I told you not to come any closer," the boy said staring the man into the eyes. However, the man wasn't looking into the boys eyes. His eyes were on the object in the boys hand.

"C...come on now boy, you know you don't want to use that thing. I've treated you good, my problem isn't with you it's with the one behind you. She's the one that killed her. So just put the gun down and we can forget this," the man took a step back, still eyeing the gun as her tried to negotiate.

The boy simply responded by putting a little pressure on the trigger.

"You won't hurt her anymore, I won't let you," he said, his eyes set in determination and his hand steady.

"No boy you know I need to-" "I said I won't let you hurt her anymore."

"Very well, boy, very well," the man said raising his hands in defeat, "What do you want me to do then?" The man asked when he realize the boy would shot him if he didn't give in.

"Leave," the boy simply stated.

"Leave?"

"Leave and never show your face again. If you ever return I will kill you," the boy's voice was clam and even, he sounded distant and cold.

The man stared at him for what seemed as an eternity, then, with a sigh he turned and headed to the door. Right when he reached the door he stopped and turned just enough to see the boy who still had the gun raised at him.

"She be your undoing boy, just like she was for your mother," and with that the man went out the door.

The boy stood there for a moment, then fell onto his knees and released a breath of air.

He turned to see the little girl rocking and shaking terrible while repeating over and over again," I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The boy gathered the little girl into his arms and hugged her tight, causing her to wince because of the wounds the man had inflicted on her.

"It's okay now, he's gone. I'm so sorry I didn't do anything sooner, I am so sorry," He whispered into his sisters ear, still holding her.

"I didn't mean to Touya, I didn't mean to," She whispered back, fresh tears streaming from her puffy eyes and down her bruised cheeks.

Touya's eyes widened in horror as he made her face him, "You didn't do anything, you understand me. You did nothing wrong." He hugged her tight again. "You didn't do anything Sakura, you never did anything wrong and I promise, I will never let you be hurt again."

10 years later

Light filtered in through a lightly curtained window falling on the soft face of a young lady. The girl laid in a comfy looking bed with a soft pink comforter and white canopy over head. Her head laid on a delicately laced pillow case as auburn hair spread across the embroidered cherry blossoms.

"Sakura."

Her name filtered into her dream causing a beautiful horse to talk in the voice of her best friend and cousin.

"Sakura, come on sleepy head get up," Sakura opened her emerald eyes half-way through the horse talking to her best friend sitting by her bed side and gently shaking her.

"Morning Tomoyo," Sakura said wiping the sleep from her eyes and yawning at the same time.

Tomoyo smiled with amethyst eyes, purplish-black hair cascading down her back, making her pale skin seem soft and delicate.

"Good Morning sleepy head. Your bath is ready and breakfast will be done soon. One of the maids will come get you when it's ready," Tomoyo said standing up.

Sakura swung her legs over the side of the bed away from Tomoyo, causing her back to face her. Sakura stretched, her arms high in the air, causing her pink, spagetti strap tee to go up. It revealed pearl-like scars on her back that caused Tomoyo's eyes to fill with sorrow.

She remembered so vividly that night the police had brought Sakura and her brother, her two cousins, to her mother's house.

She remembered hearing the police say Sakura had been beaten and Touya had saved her, but they had no place to go and they were their closets relative. The man that had done this to her had escaped and so they need somewhere where Sakura and Touya would be safe.

Even though Tomoyo was still very young, just six herself, when she saw the terror and pain in Sakura's eyes she had made a promise to herself that she would never allow that pain to show at this level again. No one deserved that, and as the years went by and they grew closer she learned, least of all did Sakura deserve that.

Sakura turned and smiled at Tomoyo, "Okay I'll be down in a bit then," she said as she stood and headed into the bathroom connecting to her room.

Tomoyo watched Sakura until she went into the restroom, then with a small sigh she headed out of Sakura's room and downstairs to the dining room.

Authors note: Well, that's my first Chappie, I hope you enjoyed it. I would like to get 10 reviews before I update again, but if that doesn't happen then oh well. if you have any constructive criticism for me, then by all means go ahead, I'm always open to suggestions. Just please don't be rude, that's all I ask. Well, please tell me what you think and until next time. Ja na