I own no Cardcaptor Sakura characters and I am perfectly at peace with that
Time...the concept so large to one person and only fiction to another.
Some wear out time to the very end while others, slowly pick it apart day
by day, month by month, year by year. Would there ever be a common ground where the time wasted away would meet
the time not spent to only make the greatest measure of all...love?
Where time could not tell it for too fragile of a word and would break? As fragile as glass some might say and isn't it ironic that the only thing
keeping love from time is glass? Love can not last forever but the time spent on it is worth every sensual
touch on earth. The story I will relate is one of those far gone stories of ones too young
for time but old enough for love.
Curiously a tale only fit to be called...
The mix of Love and Time
The Tale of Love
"Sir behind you ... SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
Tomeda, the love of all "With great mourning we enter you to the out most of our heart. May the soul you shared have passed through us all, to let us understand the feeling of love..."
The rest of the speech I can not relate it was a much too saddened place to be, and there will never be another more thoughtful funeral than that of the passing of the greatest servant for royal Citizenship of Tomeda, Fujitaka Kinomoto and his wife Nadeshico.
His death occurred during the greatest battle of love and hate, to battle against the demons of anger, the real root of hate. Their Leader was to be feared and even the sound of his name was evil, Candijaka.
Candijaka was going to strike the male Majesty of love in the back, but Fujitaka not only warned him, but replaced the Majesty's death with his very own life. "Sir behind you," a man of bronze and blue called to a man of gold and red.
Only Fujitaka saw when the scum of hell itself had arisen behind the male majesty, a puss decaying tortured soul of one who should have died long ago. His armor was made of the teeth of the souls he tortured and stood seven feet tall with eyes of fire that could but with one look scorch your very soul. His sword was made with the screams of fear and pain that glowed cruel red as it knew its purpose and liked it.
Against him, none of the truest and noblest warriors could with stand, let alone a lowly soldier of only bronze and blue. He laughed at the puny martyr that stood before him with only an arrow raised and strung. With one stroke, the demon easily killed Fujitaka knocking his head and wife's necklace to the ground.
As soon as the simple stone touched the ground, the love of Nadeshico surrounded the demon with endless screams and tears. Soon all the loved ones he slowly destroyed joined as well till Candijaka drowned in his own vomit, tears and screams of his piteous life.
In the years to follow, Fujitaka would be remembered as the everlasting servant and all his descendants to be of the highest order of their class. His daughter would be the first of the Slavers title, of the silver and red.
A girl of the younger age of eight was playing in the pond of the Righteous and she was Sakura Kinomoto.
The pond she was in was no ordinary pool of water; it had ripples of crystal blue and waters of silver that would bring the most unsurprised person to gasp. The fish themselves seemed to have tiny fires within as how their red scales shone in the water almost reflecting the joys of their countryside and the life of their people.
But the girl herself was a beauty to behold, her hair the color of golden harvest wheat and eyes so alive and vibrant green that made you think them gems instead of what they were, a girls sight into the beauty of the world.
She sighed with contentment for this peaceful world with the only worry that her mother was making the most atrocious supper of brussels sprouts and cheese sauce, and grimaced at the thought. She stood up, glanced around her and dried her wet hands on her blue embroidered dress, suggesting her station as a daughter of a solider.
Her eyes slightly wavered as the soft winds caressed the grasses surrounding her and coaxed her to join them in a run. Before she could even begin, a terrible scream broke out; one of pain and death. In all the rest of her life she could never remember running faster then she did that day. She ran as if the wind was giving her flight and any that saw almost believed that to be true.
Sakura burst through the door to find her mother, Nadeshico, tearing out her own hair, blood streaming from her hands and screaming.
"HE IS DEAD, FOREVER GONE FROM MY ARMS."
At that moment, Sakura realized that her father was dead. She stood in shock. Her growing slender arms not shaking, her brilliant eyes unblinking. Only her mouth was softly moving in a silent prayer.
Suddenly, her mother grew quiet, unnaturally silent and stood up. She swiftly took off her necklace the second most prized possession of the Kinomoto family, and placed it around Sakura's neck. She then patted her cheek and ran out of the house to the pool her daughter was playing in. The last Sakura saw of her mother was a dark haired beauty drowning herself in the pool of the Righteous.
Two days later after much grieving, Sakura finally left their house of clay and found the fields of her family's farm alive with soldiers, but most of their spirits seemed dead. Before she could gaze more than a second, the male Majesty of himself came before her dressed in the finest butterfly silk of red and gold with his cape of embroidered wings on snow white cloth billowing behind him.
He knelt then presented her with a strange type of sword made of Gen Silver of the deep mines or the ancient planet of Saturn with a hilt of blood red of poppy petals itself. His words were,
"Your father had the honor of dying for my life and even more for your mother's suicide, but this is not enough for the great deed he has done. Therefore I present you with the sword to higher your stature to one of silver and red and I implore you to allow me to be your guardian for the rest of my lengthy life."
"I greatly thank you for the honor you place on me and the safety you promise to my life, but none of this can release my grief and pain." Sakura answered and almost smiled at their shock that she could speak so eloquently for she was only a solder's child.
Also, she knew that they know nothing of the power held behind that innocent face.
The majesty, though caught off guard, did not stumble at his words but replied smoothly, "Perhaps if I can not release your pain, I can then distract you from it. You shall come and be my protector as your father did, but I shall train you that you don't come to the same fatal end."
With that he smiled then gasped when this girl opened her eyes and returned the smile.
"I will come with but until that day I am ready, you will need to protect me."
After the burials of the two saviors was over, Sakura packed the little things she had left and placed on a brand new dress of red with a silver sash surrounding her tiny forming waist. Her life was passing her by, new colors and robes, a new home and a terrible aching left inside her, wishing for only someone to love her.
Someone...anyone.