Snow White
AN: I do not own Card Captor Sakura or Snow White.
Chapter 6
I sat there staring at my hands, not believing what I just saw. The apple had shattered like glass when I threw it at the tree and the girl… Snow White… She had taken a bite of it. She had taken a bite of it and now that glass is in he body.
It's in her body.
A warm hand touched my shoulder and I pulled away from it. Desperate to keep myself from any warmth I scrambled away. The man watched me with fearful dark eyes as I moved away from him. My back hit a tree and I sat there looking at him.
Something warm fell on my foot and I looked down at the dripping blood. My hands were still in the air and warm burning red streams of blood were now slowly dripping down on to my white dress.
Fear and disgust suddenly filled me and I desperately rubbed my hands against my dress. I wanted the blood gone.
GONE!
Away!
Stop bleeding!
Stop bleeding!
I screamed at my body in my mind as I continued to rigorously rub my hands against my dress. I looked at the smeared mess. Red stained my skin and my white dress now had large blood stains and smears on it. It won't go away. "Go away. Go away." I mumbled to the blood.
A warm hand touched my shoulder and I glared up at he owner. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed at him. "LEAVE ME ALONE! DON'T TOUCH ME!" I felt my back hit the tree once more and I bit my lip from screaming in pain.
He slowly moved closer to me, his strong tanned hand out stretched. I watched it in horror as it moved closer to me and I swallowed the fear building in my heart. His fingers twitched slightly and I felt all emotion drain from my body.
Fear became hate.
"Sakura… come along."
Come along water rat.
"You can't stay here."
This is no place for such a thing!
I'm not even sure it's a child.
Pathetic rat.
"SHUT UP!"
"What?"
"SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" I screamed at the voice in my mind. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I sank to the ground clutching my hair in my hands. My body started to rock itself back and forth and I let the tears fall from my eyes. "I want my father. I want my father."
"You're father is away." The girlish voice trailed in my mind and I looked up at the small girl child standing in front of me. Her blue eyes smiled lovingly at me.
"Please I want my father."
"He's out on a grand adventure. You have to stay here."
"I don't want to stay here. I want my father."
"My name is Tomoyo. What's yours?"
"Sakura Kinomoto."
"Pretty. Let's be best friends Sakura." I looked at the small, pale out stretched hand. I let my own hand drop from my hair.
"Snow White." My bloody fingers stretched out to the girl's small hand. As soon as my fingers touched her palm her hand closed around mine and I felt myself being pulled against a warm body.
My senses blurred.
I smelled salt instead of warm lavender and the body holding me was hard instead of soft. The girl's soft voice turned into the gentle rumbling of a man's. I looked up to find dark eyes gazing down at me. They were filled with fear and concern. His hand brushed hair from my face and I could see him bite his lower lip.
"I should have come sooner." He pulled me closer to him and his strong arms wrapped themselves around my body. "I shouldn't have waited. I should have come sooner. I'm so sorry Sakura. I'm so sorry."
I didn't quite understand what he was talking about. Why should he have come sooner? What is this man to me?
I curled into a small ball pulling the blankets smelling of the ocean closer to me as I watched the fire dancing. My eyes drifted up from the flames to the man sitting across from me. His dark golden gaze fell on the flames and he watched it intently.
My eyes trailed over the red bandanna, the two strings of beads in his wild hair ending in coins, his handsome face and that odd scar over his eye. "Do you find my scar interesting love?" His eyes lifted to mine and they had slight amusement playing in them. "You should, you gave it to me." He grinned at me. "When I stole a kiss."
"You…"
"You promised me something, and I'm curious to know if you still remember that promise. You should know by now that I'm willing to keep my end of the bargain. Are you up to keeping yours?"
"I was only ten."
He shrugged at me. "I was fifteen."
"The entire promise, no compromise? Not even on Pirate's Island?"
"Especially not on Pirate's Island."
"How do I know…" he pulled something from his pocket and walked over to my side. His warm hands brushed against my skin as he put something around my neck. He pulled my hair out from the chain and I looked down at the silver medallion around my neck.
"I haven't been carrying that around for ten years for nothing."
I looked down at the medallion with an image of a young smiling woman edged into it, my mother. My fingers traced the lines of the medallion and my eyes met his. "I thought I'll never see it again."
"What kind of man do you take me for, love?"
"A pirate."
"Aye."
"The stupid merchant boy I…" My voice faltered. Was it real? Do I still feel the same way now like I did back then? I don't know, so much has changed. I have changed.
I didn't grow up the way I dreamed I would. Instead of spending my days with a bunch of scallywags I ended up spending my days with a proper lady. Might as well have stayed with the scallywags in some ways. The lady always managed to pull me into fights when I didn't have my own wars to rage. But do I feel the same?
"You what, love?"
I looked down at the medallion around my neck and closed my fingers around it. It's really true. When you are a pirate or have a pirate's blood in your veins, everything you ever do will always come back to haunt you in some way or another. It's the pirate's curse to some, a gift to others.
How softly must one tread before one will be able to walk on water, before one will be able to loose one's past? My eyes lifted from my hand wrapped around the medallion to the man's dark golden stare.
Those eyes have matured over the years. They've seen many things, things I saw when I was but a child. Treasure beyond your wildest dreams, freedom every heart desires, death amongst those you love and trust, death you brought yourself to another, joy, despair, hatred, prosecution, comradeship, lust…
I've seen the most amazing treasures with these eyes. Crowns made of gold, diamonds and other precious jewels, large pure white pearls, thousands of coins from all around the world mixed to getter in a mess of gold, silver and bronze. Treasures standing tall in the forms of golden statues of heden gods.
Joy when we found the treasure after months and some times years of searching without any rest.
Despair and hatred when one of the crew was caught or killed by the British or Spanish navy. When you know that your friend and comrade will forever be lost to you until the day comes you turn do Davy Jones's Locker.
Prosecution from the navy and every other person who consider themselves to be 'upstanding citizens'. They look down on all of those who choose the sea to make a living.
Comradeship and friendship, the one thing that makes the ship work. It's like a fancy clock, if there is one small piece broken the entire clock will malfunction and it's the same on a ship. Everything has to be like clock work and friendship and comradeship is the key to it all.
Lust… It's the one thing I fear most in this world. Lust for money, power, treasure, gold, freedom, death, food, women, men… Lust, everyone lusts for something. Pirates lust for three things: Treasure, freedom and women.
I searched his eyes. Freedom he has and the wild excitement he so expertly controlled was clear in his eyes. Treasure he seeks like every pirate I've ever known. Women I cannot see…
His hand came up to my face and his thumb brushed over my cheek. I watched his eyes as he leaned closer. His warm breath played on my lips. "Maybe this will help you remember." His voice was a soft whisper on my lips and I closed my eyes.
His lips brushed against mine and I took a sharp breath. I could feel him grin as he leaned closer and kissed me slightly harder. His hand slipped around my waist and he slowly pulled me closer to him, almost afraid that I will push him away.
His arms wrapped themselves around me and he pulled me close to him. He buried his face in my hair and I could hear him breathing silently. "I'm sorry about your friend. She was a very nice girl."
"She was my cousin too."
AN: HEY! Man, what a nervous break down! Everything came back crashing down on poor Sakura with Snow White's death. And what's with Li and all these promises? Most importantly what did Sakura and Li promise each other? Is this romance true or is it just a way to escape for Sakura – a way to rid herself of her pain for a short while? Man this is getting complicated.
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Tella
Randomness: Did you know that hippopotamuses are responsible for more deaths in Africa than lions, elephants, leopards, snakes and wildebeest combined? Think about it.