The Pains from the Depth of Your Heart

By, The Angels of Death

Summary: AU. Kinomoto Sakura, Matsura Yukino: New students of Seijou High; Grade 11. Test subjects to Project 753159. Current status: Healthy, with slight amnesia. What would happen if Li Syaoran stumbled across this information?

Pairings: S+S

Dedicated to all. Whoever personally knows me, and keeps trying to scorn me on reviews, stop. I freaking apologized, goddamnit. Anyone with questions should be directed to Haide, the only one I keep in contact with. To all who isn't involved in my personal life, thanks for reading.

Chapter 11: The Secret


As I felt that one piece of cold metal rip through flesh, I knew my ending had come. I had good times, and bad…but I'll always remember JAC…my one true home.

"YUKINO!"

Sakura stared at the still body of Yukino Matsura, bullet to the stomach. It didn't seem bad, at first, but blood continued to spurt out hurriedly, and Yukino was turning more and more pale than normal. Syaoran glanced from Yukino to Ichiro, who looked shocked that he hadn't killed Sakura.

Syaoran pulled out his gun and shot Ichiro to the heart, watching him collapse.

Sakura's eyes leaked salty tears of sorrow as she watched Yukino die. She gingerly held her hand and Yukino opened her eyes, to stare at the ceiling.

"Sakura…I'm going to die."

"No! No you're not. Not now…please."

"The bomb is about to explode. Just leave me here."

"NO!"

"Leave…or I'll shoot you."

Yukino's shaky hand pulled out her favorite handgun and she pointed it at Sakura. Sakura blearily stared at it, past her tears, and cried harder. She grabbed the gun from Yukino's grip and pocketed it.

"I'm taking you back."

"I'm still going to die."

"No…you're not. We're going to get you help, and everything!"

Sakura bandaged Yukino's wound and hoisted Yukino on her back, where she started walking. Not hearing any footsteps behind her, she sighed.

"Now, do I have to shoot you, too?"

"…I'm not going."

Sakura's eye twitched and she grabbed Syaoran's ear and dragged him down the spiral steps, out the entrance, over to the unconscious and tied up Eriol, where she threw him at Syaoran to carry, and all the way back to JAC, and JAC's personal hospital.


"She'll need an operation."

"Do whatever you can to save her."

"…Yes sir."

Sakura watched Fujitaka pace around the lobby, his Assassinations for Dummies book long forgotten. Tomoyo was looking after Eriol in his hospital bed, having a slight concussion. Syaoran sat next to Sakura, under the watchful eye of her brother, Touya. Yukito watched everything around him. Yukino was having an operation. Nadeshiko was dabbing her left eye with a handkerchief. After two tiring hours, the doctor returned, wiping some sweat off his forehead and wiping the blood on his surgeon's gown from his hands.

"Well, it was a success. She's alive and kickin'…"

"…But?"

"…There's one thing. She has slight insomnia. Not from the gun shot wound…but we diagnosed it from her when we were examining…it's so odd…"

Fujitaka and Nadeshiko cringed slightly. Sakura turned to them with a look of question in her eyes.

"What?"

"…Nothing dear."

Sakura turned back and fired a barrage of questions at the doctor as Nadeshiko turned worriedly to Fujitaka.

"What if they find out?"

"They won't."

"But…what if?"

"…They can never find out. It's impossible."

Syaoran, who was listening to the conversation, since Sakura had stood up, and he was right next to Fujitaka now, put in a quote.

"Everything's possible, if you try hard enough."

Fujitaka turned to glare at Syaoran and scold him for eavesdropping. Then he shooed him away, and turned back to his wife.

"That kid scares me to bits."

That's wasn't even half of the truth. Syaoran did scare him…but the quote scared him more. And marshmallows…yes…evil marshmallows with their little puffy goodness and so…white.

Fujitaka's mind roamed from that quote, to marshmallows, to Sesame Street, wondering when the next episode was going to be on soon, since he waited a lifetime to see:

And the letter of the day is: F.

'Yaaaaay, my name starts with that!'

Sakura poked Fujitaka's shoulder to grab his attention. He jumped and turned around, yelling.

"Noo! Not the marshmallows!"

And covered his head his with his arms in defense, all the while, running away to JAC. Nadeshiko smiled softly.

"Aw…he's going to sleep well tonight."

Sakura blinked and sweatdropped. Her father just gets weirder everyday…


Syaoran walked around the hospital in awe. To tell the truth, he had never actually been in a hospital like JAC before. It was…so…clean.

Well…all hospitals were clean. But this hospital was…super clean. Syaoran even slipped on wet floor and fell on his back, all the while having a nurse scream and mop around him, and on top of him, since he made no move to get away from the floor. As she left, he sputtered from the soapy water and got up, until a mean looking doctor was walking his way.

He pushed Syaoran away, coldly.

"Out of the way, runt."

"You're half my size, jerk."

"Shaddup, I gotta go and do my work."

And he left. Syaoran noticed he was…gliding somewhere, because the doctor pushed him…and the entire floor was completely wet, so he was gliding on his feet. He prayed he wouldn't slip. A nurse came out of an office and left, leaving the door to slowly close. Syaoran accidentally glided into the room before it closed and he fell on the carpeted floor. Syaoran, in his crazy daze, kissed the carpet and hugged any he could, which was just spread arms on the carpet.

"I live!"

Then he took in his surroundings. A dark room with a desk, a lamp, and tons of files. One file laid a top the middle of the desk, holding high authority. Syaoran glanced around before taking a seat in the comfy desk chair, and opened the folder, and gasped.

Two neat pages fell out. He picked up one. There was a picture of Yukino on the top right-hand corner, and to the left, was the following.


Current Name: Yukino Matsura

Age: Currently fifteen years of age

Project ID: 753159

Current health status: Healthy; slight amnesia

8-21-90

Test subject 6251 is born. We inject it with different formulas.

8-21-91

It has been one year, and test subject shows signs of abnormal strength and intelligence.

8-21-92

Test subject obtains abnormal agility.


Syaoran skimmed through the logs, and found the last one.

8-21-2002

Government finds out about test subjects, and we're forced to shut down everything. However, we erase subject 6251's memory and send it to an orphanage, where we leave it to one family. We continue to watch test subject 6251 with a watchful eye to this day.

Syaoran's eyes widened. Yukino was a test subject, and she was still being watched over? Good lord…

He put down Yukino's file paper, and picked up the next and only one.


Current Name: Sakura Kinomoto

Age: Currently fifteen years of age

Project ID: 753159

Current health status: Healthy; slight amnesia.


Syaoran slammed the paper down. It was exactly the same. He looked through the thin folder and pulled out a pile of photos.

One of Yukino and Sakura hiding in the shadows, Yukino, the sniper, holding her gun and eye focused in the target slot, and Sakura, holding binoculars and telling Yukino where to aim.

Another, with Yukino and Sakura laughing while eating ice cream cones.

Another, of Yukino, crying in her bathroom.

Another, of Sakura, sitting with her 'family', while eating dinner.

Another, of Yukino being yelled at by her mother.

And another, of Sakura being petted by Fujitaka and Nadeshiko.

And the last and most sickening: Two babies curled in a tank filled with some sort of glowing liquid, sleeping. Figures were seen staring and taking notes.

Syaoran looked around before stuffing the whole folder in his backpack that he always carried with him. A small notebook paper fell out of the folder, and to the ground, and he picked it up.

Test subject 6251 seems to be growing more capable to fend in life, and grow stronger, while in an emotion-breaking family. Whilst Test Subject 6252 is not fully blooming her powers as we expected in her own happy environment. From what we observe, emotional abuse is best for our projects.

Syaoran sighed and slid it into the folder, before leaving the office. He had to tell…Sakura.


Sakura stared at Yukino, who was lying on the hospital bed, pale, but alive. Yukino's weak and even quieter voice spoke up. Sakura's abnormal hearing caught them, though.

"Are you just going to stare?"

"Just shocked at what you did that day."

"I wanted to die."

"And you didn't."

"God's just smiting me at the moment. The day will come soon, though."

"I want you to live."

"You want a lot of things."

"………"

"………"

Yukino sighed and sat up.

"Give me my clothes."

"No."

"Why must you disagree with everything?"

"Why is the cookie monster blue? You ask a lot of questions. I merely answer with the simplest answer. The cookie monster is blue because he's choking from indigestion. So his entire body gets blue. Most simple answer, no? I'm not giving you your clothes, because you're still not well."

"……………"

"……………"

Sakura smiled sweetly at Yukino and Yukino growled low in her throat.

"Give me my clothes. I'm going to go fight that war."

"You're not fighting anymore wars. Every time you go, you're like…captured or almost dead."

"…I always fight losing battles. But now, I'm going alone. That way, I'll go all out on them, and die while fighting. In a noble way."

"I don't want you to die."

"You want a lot of things."

"So you say."

"Give me my clothes, Sakura."

"No, Yukino."

"Give, give, give, give-…"

"No, no, no, no-…"

A nurse came in and shushed them. Yukino glared at her and threw a knife, almost slicing her head off, but cutting off a few strands of her hair. She jumped, petrified.

"Oops, I missed."

Yukino held up another throwing knife. It glinted in the dim light, and the nurse screamed, running away and yelling for help.

"I thought the doctor took all of your weapons."

"I hid these under my pillow when he wasn't looking."

"You evil little-…"

"Yes, yes, I know. Be jealous."

"…………"

"…………"


Fujitaka saw the nurse run towards them, screaming, her hair flying everywhere, and her arms flailing in the air, as she ran out of the exit.

"BLOOOOOODY MURDER!"

She had come out from Yukino's room. Fujitaka rushed towards the room, and slammed the door open.

He saw Yukino tossing a throwing knife in the air, and Sakura glaring daggers at her.

"What did you do? Wait…what's this?"

He picked up a throwing knife embedded into the wall, and as he tugged it out, a few misplaced strands of air fell to the floor.

"The nurse was intruding my privacy area."

"So you tried to kill her."

"Exactly."

"……………"

"……………"

Yukino tossed Fujitaka his Assassinations for Dummies, Part Two book and he squealed like a little school girl, turning away from them and walking down the hall, hugging his book.

"Aw…he's going to sleep well tonight."

And he did. The moment his face hit the pillow, he was out in a flash, dreaming of his wonderful books and…marshmallows.


After Yukino saw Sakura fall asleep, she crept out of bed, and changed her clothes, all the while, sneaking out of the room. Yukino stepped over invisible string and dug out holes, grinning madly to herself.

'Sneaky little kid. I got past ALL of her traps. Ahahahah!'

Yukino opened the door and a huge mallet came down and smacked into her. And her stomach. Yukino stumbled back from the impact, and fell into one of the many trap holes, clinging to dear life, as her two arms and legs were stretched out to the wall, avoiding the dangerous spikes on the bottom.

'I take that back…My fucking stomach hurts again…why'd she have to aim the mallet for my stomach? Why not my freaking head? Would've been easier. And what's with the spikes? Is she trying to kill me? Damn crazy banshee.'

"Sakura!"

Sakura, from her sleeping position which was: back bent over, one arm laid carelessly on the bed, and another, her elbow resting on her knee, and her head in her hand, snorted from her sleep before blearily waking up.

"Wha?"

"Freaking hell, what's with the goddamn spikes!"

"Oooh…um…you see…a form of self-defense?"

"Get me out of here!"

"Fine…"

Sakura pulled Yukino out and Yukino clutched her stomach.

"You just…HAD to fucking aim for my stomach…"

"Oh, did I? Oops."

"…………"

Yukino checked her stomach for any vital injuries, but only had a bruise over her stitching. She sighed and jumped out of the open window. Sakura stared blankly at the window.

"Oops, forgot to unset that one trap…"

"AAAAHHH!"


Yukino landed two more days in the hospital from almost dying in the grenade explosion. Sakura laughed her head off. Yukino glared icily at her, before sighing and staring out of the window.

"That war's most likely over already…Damnit, Sakura. Why the grenade? Why not a pit bull chasing after me?"

"Because pit bulls are scary. I don't like getting near one."

"………Why not a fucking duck chase after me?"

"………That didn't pass my mind, at the time."

Yukino shook her head and stared out the window. A slight movement caught her eyes. A shadow carrying…a camera?

Yukino jumped into a kneeling position on her bed and slammed the shutters down. Sakura looked at her questionably.

"What happened?"

"We're being watched."

Syaoran entered the room.

"Of course you're being watched. Like for the past 15 years of your life."

Sakura pounced on Syaoran from behind and got him in a headlock.

"So you're part of this plan? Eh? Wanted pictures of us so badly, huh? Die, you evil bastard!"

Syaoran choked. Yukino threw a throwing knife near Sakura's foot, and she jumped away from it, and Syaoran. Syaoran rubbed his throat and rummaged into his backpack, pulling out a file folder, which Yukino read, Sakura reading over her shoulder. Once they finished, Sakura slowly sat down in shock. Yukino threw the file folder on the floor.

"Bullshit."

"It isn't."

"Where the fuck did you get this?"

"I glided into a room and found it."

"……This is bullshit."

"It isn't!"

Sakura piped into the conversation after overcoming the shock.

"You glide? Lucky bastard."

"I don't glide!"

"Then why'd you glide into the room?"

"………"

"………"

Yukino, ignoring Syaoran and Sakura's love quarrel, loaded a tranquilizer into her rifle, that she hid under her mattress, and opened the window, shooting the figure down. She pointed out the window.

"Sakura. Go fetch."

Sakura saluted and jumped out of the window. Yukino sighed.

"Did she un-detonate her trap, yet?"

"AAAHHHH!"

Syaoran leaped out of the window to save Sakura. Yukino shook her head.

"Idiot didn't check if the trap is still detonated."

"AAAAAHHHH!"


It ended up to Yukino walking out of the exit and dragging the tranquilized guy into her hospital room for interrogation, since she didn't have her office, yet.

She watched as James interrogated the guy. Since she was still supposed to be 'hospitalized', she called James, since he was just…right there.

"James."

"What?"

"Clutch his collar and shake him for me."

"………"

James did so. The man whimpered. Yukino, from her spot on the bed, started yelling.

"YOU DAMN BASTARDS! I'LL KILL YOU! Fucking hell, put me in a bad environment to develop my skills? You fucking asshole. Where the fuck is your headquarters!"

The man whimpered a little more before telling Yukino where. She jumped out of bed, already dressed, and walked out of the door.

"Yukino, you're not well yet."

"Fuck everything, I don't care anymore."

TBC…


…….-stabs myself-. Yeah, I know what you're all thinking.

o.O; Wtf…

Yes, well…undergoing a lot of stress right now with certain people reviewing my story and giving me shit isn't helping. I would gladly welcome their reviews later on, but…this isn't a good time. Not right now. Not…right now. I need to confess.

I have been...crying. A lot. Then…I get their reviews. And I cry…a lot. Then…I get more reviews. And I'm crying…so much. To those certain people, even bothering to read more than just chapter 3 and 10, I really need you to stop. Badly. All of this…it's killing me. I can't even live normally anymore. Everyday I think about it. Every night I cry. Just…stop it, before I kill myself, which has been very tempting for the past fucking week. Just…stop.

-The Angels of Death