Authors Notes: This is my first story, I hope you all enjoy it. When you are done, please review.
Disclaimer: I do not own the anime Card Captor Sakura, nor the characters within it. I do however, own this story, so be kind and do not steal it. No profit is being made from this work of fiction.
Summary: Kinomoto Sakura makes a wish to be strong. Now, many years later, she is the owner of a multi-million dollar corporation still bound by that wish. Enters Li Syaoran, a man with no restrictions and bent on making Sakura feel again.
Wish
…It is said in some myths and legends that a doll exists that will grant wishes for people, though in unfortunate ways. That no matter what you wish for, the doll will always grant them but in a way where the wish is no longer desirable. After the wish is made, it is up to the person himself or herself to solve the problem…that is if they were lucky enough to be given that chance when the wish was made…
Prologue
'Sakura, you're a beautiful child.' A sickly woman said tenderly. Her voice was filled with love as she stared at a young girl standing next to her bed. The sickly woman was in fact terribly sick, perhaps about to die. Indeed, she was restricted in her movements now, having just the ability to lie in bed and speak softly. She could no longer hold things in her hands, or indeed move her arms for that matter. This was the pain of having such a disease, a disease of the blood.
The little girl cried silent tears as she stood at the woman's deathbed, her emerald eyes glazed over and her auburn hair messy. This was her mother now lying, slowly deteriorating, in her bed. The little girl by the name of Sakura didn't want that, she wanted her mother to live. But she had no power to do that; all she could do was watch sadly.
Her father came over and led her out the room, then returned to his wife's side. Sakura cried as she leaned against the door to the room outside, racked by silent fits of sobs. She knew it was hopeless, her whole family was diseased by this disease, this violent disease of the blood.
Sakura's small body slid slowly to the floor as more tears drained from her eyes. Her brother had died only a month ago, and now her mother was dying too. Her father, she knew, was slowly weakening as well. It was only Sakura, the girl born two months premature, who was not infected by this disease. Indeed, she looked small for her age, but she was much, much older then she appeared to be.
Wiping her tears away, Sakura raced outside into the backyard of their home. They were a rich family, the Kinomoto Family, with their huge mansion, their huge land, and their huge company. Yet here they were, all slowly dying. Sakura was going to be the only left heir to the Kinomoto wealth. Yet she was so young, and so weak by her own standards. Her mother had told her that she was a beautiful child, and that she was a strong child who fights for her life despite all odds. But what was the point of all that when her family was going slowly away? How could she be counted as strong when here she was crying her life away? No, she wanted to be strong, very strong. She was going to become a strong, strong woman who would rule the Kinomoto Empire even though she was young. Yes, she was going to be strong for her mother, her brother and her slowly dying father.
Sakura tripped as she ran across a bridge in her backyard. Picking herself up, she brushed away the pain as if it was nothing and only continued her walk, her walk to cleanse herself. Just as she was about to reach the other side of the bridge, she saw a small porcelain doll drifting in the currents of the small stream running beneath the bridge. Curious, Sakura raced off the bridge to the bank where the doll was slowly being carried to. With a tree branch that she tore off one of the nearby trees, Sakura scooped the doll over.
It was a beautiful little doll with midnight blue eyes, jet-black hair and rosy cheeks. The dress the doll was wearing was torn in odd places, but it would have once been a lovely violet gown. Wiping the water off the doll's face, Sakura saw it give her an unmistakable wink. But that wasn't right; dolls did not wink at people. Dolls weren't alive after all, they were just toys.
Turning the doll over and over, Sakura examined every part of it to discover that it was just a regular doll. There was nothing unusual about it, and yet, everything about it seemed odd. It even seemed to Sakura that the dolls eyes glowed in a most unnatural way, almost like it was telling her something. That was when Sakura realized that the doll was not broken anywhere, despite it being porcelain. Rubbing her hands down the doll's smooth face, Sakura felt no cracks, no…anything.
'You're a strong doll.' Sakura murmured, 'I wish I could be strong too.'
As if answering Sakura's wish, the doll's small mouth curved into a sly smile and her eyes twinkled in an almost malicious way. Then a sweet little voice filled Sakura's mind, almost as if the doll was speaking to her.
'You want to be strong do you?' The voice asked in a babyish way.
'Yes.' Sakura said, her head whirling around looking for whom she was speaking to.
'I can make you strong if you like.' The voice said, 'I can make you strong.'
'Can you?' Sakura asked, 'really?'
'You will be strong, little girl, strong, sharp, you will be a strong beauty.'
'Will I?' Sakura asked, her voice alive with her hopes of being strong, completely over looking the maliciousness of the voice.
'Yes, you will sleep tonight as yourself,' the voice said, 'but when you wake up again, you will be strong and you will continue to be strong, unless…'
'Unless?' Sakura asked, her eyes widening.
'Unless you get your heart back.' Sakura was surprised, but at the same time confused.
'What do you mean get my heart back?' Sakura asked.
'You'll see.' The voice went away, and the doll in Sakura's arms looked fake once again. Sakura was confused, but she picked up the doll and went back home. She ran up to her mother's room and whispered a faint "goodnight" before rushing off to her room. There, she placed the porcelain doll on her bedside drawer, changed into her pajamas and fell asleep in her bed.
Little did she know that the power of the little voice was slowly taking their toll on Sakura.
To Be Continued...
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