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AN: This is my first non-one-shot Card Captor Sakura Fic. It does contain some angsty-goodness so if you're not into that well . . . umm . . Read it anyway?
Haunted
Whoever Said
In his mind it all sounded so far away. He could hear the crashing of steel, and the sounds of things being tumbled over as he and his rival fought. Each strike being blown with more power and precision as their adrenaline flew and their frustration grew.
But at the same time he wasn't really there. It was as if his spirit had already left his body and now only the instinct of a fighter was left in him. That very instinct telling him all he needed to know.
Throughout all this he had been desperately trying to ignore the sound in the background that was causing him to fight. The crying of the very woman that he was fighting to protect. . .
It wasn't meant to be this way. He wasn't supposed to fall in love with her, the very oxymoron that was his love for the woman blinded him as to the dangers of fighting a rival he knew was twice as fast, strong and trained as he. But love does that to a person, and it doesn't matter who you fall in love with. It certainly did matter to his colleagues, however. The fact that the best sorceress-hunter in all of China had fallen for the most powerful sorceress in China had not sunken in well with them. And try as they might they had been unable to get him to harm a hair on the young girl's head. Now they had sent an assassin. If he wasn't one of them, he was one of her, and they killed those that were of her kind.
Within this he could smell her, the way that she was yelling at him to stop fighting. The smell distracted him and he could feel the cold steel being driven into him, the sensation of it numb even though he could feel the warm liquid spilling from the wound onto his hand as he felt the gash that had now been created into his stomach.
Falling backwards he could feel the world around him fade even more. The only thing still in crystal clarity was her face as she knelt above him, sobbing.
Now this would have been all well and good, a simple story with a sad ending if what had happened next had not occurred.
She was so busy casting a healing spell on her beloved that she could not feel the air as her lover's rival reached down and grabbed her by her long honey-colored hair. The scent of death was all around the place and the last words she spoke before her throat was slit were these.
"Another Time
Another Place
Another Form
Another Face
We'll Meet Again
Be Together To the End
I'll be with you. . .
Syaoran. . ."
At this the girl with the honey hair and the green eyes fell on top of him, her body already grown cold from the lack of the warm spirit that once presided in it. His last thoughts were a little less elegant, his arms wrapping around the young sorceress as he took his dying breath.
"Fuck. . . Whoever Said Dying Doesn't Hurt?"
AN: - Cries – Waaah! Review!