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Bayb-Munki: Finally the last chapter…at least parts of it, I separated it in half because of the fact that the end of this chapter gives the ending…so yep…I'll give my original ending next post…and if you guys like I'll post my alternate ending also. Personally I like the 2ed ending better, but that's because …I like the outcome. But my original ending is what I thought out when I first wrote this story…so just please enjoy!
Thanks: zeddy222, donue, Lil Cherry Blossom Angel, VcChick, Ksara, Hex, and FairyMage…and actually about the Kenji thing…he never did find out…you were the only person to notice…lol when I first wrote it and than re read it, it turned out too late to add in…sorrrie lol and that's a good idea I should get a beta reader. And Kenji was born a few months after Sakura was in the accident two years ago…thanks for reviewing!
Extra: Sorrie for the EXTREMELY short chapter buhh its because the other half is critical to the ending…so yea lmao I'll update ASAP!
Chapter Nineteen (Half)
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Syaoran
He looked up at the aisle. He couldn't believe he was here, at his own wedding. He shifted his weight uneasily; it felt like the whole world was watching his marriage. Takashi was behind him smiling sadly, they hadn't been able to track down anything on Mei Lin. He looked around the chapel and noticed that he barely knew anyone here. The wedding march started and he looked behind him, and walking down the aisle was Mei Lin.
Her gown was the traditional white, even though there was barely anytime to plan the wedding the dress still looked magnificent. Syaoran shut his eyes, not wanting to believe what was happening. Before he knew it Mei Lin was right by his side and the priest smiled broadly at the two. When he noticed the King's frown his smile faltered.
The vows began at what seemed like a dreadfully slow pace to Syaoran.
Eriol
He held onto the girl in his arms tightly, "We're almost there," he whispered to her. The girl raised her head, her emerald eyes shining with hope, "We won't be too late right?" Eriol held onto her tightly, "I surely hope not." The woman shut her eyes, "Please Kami-san, let us make it in time."
Flashback
Tomoyo had told him that Sakura was sent to a warehouse in England. So the day after Syaoran left Eriol quickly flew to England to look for Sakura. For three days and nights the two searched many different warehouses looking for the woman. "Why don't you know which one it is?" Eriol demanded of Tomoyo. Tomoyo looked at him sadly, "They didn't trust me enough with that information, and I'm sorry Eriol."
Eriol looked away, "No I should be saying sorry, the stress is just getting to me." Tomoyo nodded her head, "We only have 3 days left." Eriol nodded, "We have to keep searching than." Tomoyo touched her shoulder gently, "I'll try calling Mei Lin again. She might slip something to me." Eriol nodded his head, "Okay I'll go search around some more."
Two days later
"Ugh! Why can't I find you Sakura!" Eriol hollered out into the air. "Eriol!" he heard Tomoyo scream. Eriol turned towards her, "What is it Moyo." Tomoyo stopped to catch her breath, "Mei Lin told me it's around this area. And there are only two warehouses we didn't look at yet." Eriol smiled, "Thanks Moyo."
Tomoyo looked at him sadly, "No problem." Eriol quickly rushed back towards his car and drove towards the nearest warehouse. The first one they found nothing. The other was at the other side of town, so it took them a day to reach.
Early Today
Eriol walked quickly towards the entrance, "You wait out here," he whispered to Tomoyo. Tomoyo nodded her head, he was about to enter when she grabbed his arm gently, "Please make it out safely." Eriol nodded his head and looked towards the entrance again. He took a deep breath and entered the warehouse.
Once inside everything was pitch black Eriol looked around, making as little noise as possible. He accidentally kicked something making a loud clink. The lights suddenly turned on from all directions, Eriol was like a deer stuck in headlights. He had no where to go.
From out of no where Ryu walked closer to him, "Tsk tsk, trying to save the cherry blossom when you can't even save yourself." Eriol growled at him, "Let her go!" he said through gritted teeth. Ryu laughed at him and raised his hand and that was when Eriol noticed a gun.
"And how do you intend to stop me?" Ryu asked mockingly. He was about to shoot the gun when a scream was heard, "Please don't Ryu!" The two men turned towards the voice and saw Sakura tied up to a chair tears flowing down her face. She looked remarkably pale and skinny. She looked like she was so tired, and just yelling that was draining all her energy. "Please, don't kill him," Sakura pleaded again.
Ryu laughed a bitter cold laugh, "Too late Saku," he pointed his gun again, "his man has to die." From out of nowhere Tomoyo runs and uses a metal bar to wack Ryu on the head. Blood started pouring out from the spot and Tomoyo quickly lets go of the object. Eriol was the first to exit his trance and quickly ran towards Sakura and untied the strings that were binding her. "Wake up!" he pleaded at the woman in front of him. Sakura opened her eyes, "You're still alive!" she cried while wrapping her arms around him.
In the distance Tomoyo watched with sadness, "We have to hurry if we want to make it to the wedding," she informed the two. Sakura looked up confused, "Wedding?" Tomoyo nodded, "Syaoran and Mei Lin are to be wedded today." Sakura fainted on the spot and Eriol had to bring her to the car where they drove off to their private jet.
End of Flashback
He looked at the bundle in his arms sadly; she kept drifting in and out of conscience. Tomoyo was currently on the phone dialling the authorities. "How much longer?" Eriol asked uneasily. Tomoyo sighed, "About five more minutes. Hurry and wake her up." Eriol nodded and woke up the bundle in his arms.
Syaoran
"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, through thick and through thin, through happiness and in sadness?" the priest asked Mei Lin. Mei Lin smiled, "I do." "And do you," the priest continued, "Take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, through thick and through thin, through happiness and in sadness?" Syaoran sighed, "I do," he said softly that barely anyone heard.
He barely heard what the priest said next until the part, "Please speak now or forever hold your peace." He was about to continue again when the doors barged open, "the wedding must stop!" Everyone in the chapel turned towards the door. There stood a woman with a long black trench coat with long ebony hair. Eriol with a dirty white shirt and jeans, and Sakura in a soft yellow dress that had many stains on it. "Sakura!" Syaoran gasped and was going to run towards her but Takashi held her back.
He noticed how Sakura had to hold onto Eriol to move, she looked so weak. She looked liked she could die right than and there. "The wedding can not continue," Sakura said slowly gasping for each breath. He noticed as his mother stood up, "And why not?" "Because that woman is a fraud!" Sakura yelled pointing towards Mei Lin.
"Security," the queen called on but Syaoran used his hand to stop them. "What proof do you have?" he asked professionally. Behind them a man walked up and handed a suitcase to Eriol. Eriol nodded to the man and took some documents out, "This talks all about Mei Lin's old life." Mei Lin growled, they were ruining everything. She smirked and took out a black object, "How about this, no one moves, and maybe you'll all live."
From all around them men came and guns were pointed at all the guests. Mei Lin turned towards the priest, "Continue the ceremony damn it!" Mei Lin demanded. The priest was shaking furiously and fell down on the floor with a plop. Than out of no where Eriol said in a cold bitter voice, "That's where you're wrong Mei Lin, we already called the authorities on you. You'll never make it out of here alive." She noticed as all her men dropped down on the floor.
She glared at Eriol, "Well than, the little cherry blossom won't make it out of this alive." She raised her gun one last time, and a bullet pierced through the air.