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Sakura01: well for one thanks for reviewing my story! huggles I was actually thinking of having Tomoyo and Eriol winding up empty, but then it would have been boring...well in my eyes. Then I had this great idea...now I have never seen Tomoyo scared out of her wits or Eriol pleading for forgiveness and this is where my imagination led me. But, if you will like, I will tell everyone when there is something like that coming up, all right? I'm not centering this ficcy on horror that is why I didn't put that as a genre. So tell me if that is a good idea! Hehe .
Vanilla Yumez(): I know! I was deciding whether I should've made Nadeshiko still alive or not, but it's stressed so much in the anime that she died...so I was like awww...and since I had put 'three familiar screams' I had to find somebody. But I still hate myself for making it Yukito...wah...I love him so much and made him die...! Poo...well...er...thanks for reviewing my story and enjoy this chapter...
Momocolady(): I bet everyone has that question...but the answer ties with why Sakura doesn't (or can't) talk...thanks for reviewing!
Katrina: Yeah! Thanks for reviewing and ENJOY...this chapter!
Yukimi the Ice Goddess: I know...I nearly killed myself for putting them through so much heartache. Well anyway! Thanks for reviewing!
You Brought Me Back
By: Witch Hunter Sakura
Chapter 3: Meeting Syaoran
I had considered Eriol's offer on this girl, Sakura. Though, I did not know what she looked like because Eriol was a little slight on the details, but what does it matter? The girl's crazy anyway.
I felt the plane lurch and my seat went back to an upright position. After a couple curses, I pushed it back down and laid my head on the headrest. Sakura...you have to admit, it was a nice name.
The attendant's voice was heard incoherently overhead saying that the plane had finally reached Tomoeda, Japan. I pulled from my thoughts and sat quietly, looking out the window at the approaching scenery of cherry trees and houses. A small town...that's good.
The plane had finally stopped and now, he was able to get out of his seat and exit the plane quickly. He rushed pass the flight attendants mumbling a 'sorry' before stopping and walking casually through his gate terminal. "Syaoran!" a voice yelled distantly. Syaoran turned his head toward the voice and wished he had stayed longer on the plane. "Syaoran, over here!" Eriol was yelling for him and now suddenly, Syaoran wish he hadn't. Blending with the crowd would've been so easy for him.
Eriol grabbed the hand of a woman with long, silky, black hair and basically drug her over to him. The young woman, however, was holding onto another woman. But, this woman had longer, rich auburn hair and the most captivating emerald eyes Syaoran had ever seen. Was this the girl?
"I see you have noticed little Sakura over here. She is the person you will be curing." Sakura's head lifted to meet his eyes and she smiled.
Well...here it goes...I smiled. I had no idea why I was doing it for, but I did. Tomoyo's and Eriol's eyes lit up immensely. "She's never smiled! Not after she was put into the hospital." My smile faltered, and soon my mouth had been turned upside down. I was finally out of the hospital and she had to mention it...
The man stuck his hand out for a handshake. "I'm Syaoran Li, I'm going to be your new psychologist." It was just the way he said that made me want to leave. This guy was a fake and I knew it. If you've seen one, you've seen them all.
But, I reached out and shook his hand, adorning the frown on my face into a fake smile.
Then there was an awkward silence...
"Well...aren't you going to introduce yourself?" I looked at him, then to Eriol. Hadn't Eriol told him? "You know...that's somewhat rude."
"Syaoran, watch what you say. Sakura, here, is a mute. Some odd years ago, something happened to her to make her this way." Silent tears were welling in my eyes. I knew what they were talking about.
"What?" He asked angrily. "You mean to tell me that she can't talk?!?" He was up in Eriol's face now. He was just like the others... The tears that were holding up in my eyes were let go as I turned and sprinted off to the nearest bathroom. I should've never agreed to this!
I slammed open the stall door and sat on the toilet, crying my heart out.
"Nice going, hot-shot! That was my cousin and you had no right saying that to her! She's been battling hard enough these past few years trying to stay away from people like you. Come on; just ask her why she's like this! I'm sure you'd feel sorry for her, but you still wouldn't help like you're doing now! I can't believe you, Eriol." And she ran off, hoping to find her cousin.
"Took the words right out of my mouth...why did you even have to say that?" Eriol said, looking at him through his wide-rimmed glasses. "Sakura's one of the most purest people on this planet and all she wants is to talk again, but she can't do that. She is incapable, but she is human. She feels just like you and me, but no one sees that. Do you know how many people actually see her a year? Millions. But they can never find out what's wrong with her. You know why? They didn't try hard enough. And you know what Syaoran? That's exactly what you're doing now." Before Syaoran could muster something, Eriol ran off to find his love, hoping that she and Sakura would forgive him.
I kept on crying and crying...there was no way to stop the tears... I had to stop...I needed to stop. I began to breathe hard. Sakura, stop! I told myself. It didn't work. It was harder to breathe and my whole world was spinning around me, but the tears and breaths kept coming very rapidly.
I pushed open the door to the stall and blindly made my way out to the main hallway. Since it was nighttime, I knew that much, there weren't many people around. But I needed someone. And quick.
I fell to the floor, clutching my head and heart, both seeming to rip from my body. Someone help. I gasped and gasped, trying to bring in air, but it was as if I had been choking. Just no air would be forced down my throat. I clutched my heart and felt myself losing consciousness...but the last thing I did remember was the pair of footsteps reverberating down the hall, coming towards me and catching me before I had fully fallen to the floor.
"Not again," Tomoyo murmured, reaching out for Eriol's hand. They were unusually sweaty to her.
Eriol and Tomoyo had searched the massive Japanese airport for any signs of Sakura, but they were unsuccessful. Tomoyo had forgiven Eriol, saying she had just lost her temper and that Syaoran's behavior wasn't entirely his fault.
It wasn't until late that the duo came upon Sakura's unconscious body. But she was not alone, as they had hoped. She was in the arms of a complete stranger. To them, this stranger could be dangerous...to them and to Sakura. They couldn't exactly see his face or what he was wearing for he had quickly rushed outside and into the Jaguar they thought to be his. They followed closely behind the car, but it wasn't until they stopped in front of the mental home that Eriol knew the person in the car in front of them wouldn't hurt precious Sakura.
The figure emerged from the car on the passenger, rushing quickly into the building.
"Syaoran! SYAORAN!" Eriol screamed, coming upon Sakura's room. Eriol was right from before, Syaoran was the person who saved Sakura after she hallucinated herself to unconsciousness.
Syaoran was standing right outside Sakura's room, looking through the one- way window. He watched as her chest rose and fell abnormally.
"Syaoran? What happened?" What had Syaoran seen when he was there? And was it enough to change his mind about Sakura?
"Well," he started, "after you and Tomoyo left me, I just aimlessly walked around hoping to find the exit. Since it was my first time in the Tomoeda Airport, I had no idea where it was. Well...as I was walking, I happened to notice...er...the girl," –Eriol felt a little annoyed at this- "sitting on the floor. She looked a little sick; her face was pale, and her eyes were bloodshot. She was clutching her heart then all of a sudden, she fell. Now, even with my rudeness beforehand, I couldn't just leave her there, so I ran and caught her. And with my instincts, I drove her here to get help, though, I had no idea she was patient here...hmmm." Eriol looked annoyed at Syaoran, egotistical, doctor Syaoran. He brushed pass him and walked heatedly into Sakura's room.
Syaoran felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning, he saw Tomoyo, his cousin's girlfriend, standing in front of him with tears in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away and spoke softly, but with a tinge of hatred, "Even though I really despise you at this moment in time, I just wanted to say...thanks for saving Sakura. If it wasn't for you, she might be dead right now." Syaoran raised his eyebrow at her last sentence.
"'Dead'? What do you mean 'dead'?"
"Well...me and Eriol found some things out yesterday...and we think Sakura is keeping a big secret from us that's hurting her really bad."
"I accept," Syaoran muttered, barely enough for Tomoyo to hear.
"What was that?" she asked, her eyes meeting his once more.
"I accept," he said louder. Tomoyo squealed in delight, grabbing Syaoran and pulling him into Sakura's room.
"Eriol! Eriol! He accepted! He's going to cure Sakura!" Tomoyo yelled. Eriol stared at her, then to Syaoran, who was staring undoubtedly at the unconscious Sakura.
"So you've accepted. Good choice. Sakura would be very happy...if she was awake."
"You cannot leave, Sakura. You have nowhere to go. I am your liberator!" the man yelled advancing to the quivering Sakura, who sat shaken on the enormous bed. "You must respect me! I save you from eternal damnation!"
"You saved me from nothing!" Sakura spoke loudly, sending hate and malice through each word. "You destroyed what family I had left!"
"Little girl, do you not see? Your family was eternal damnation!" The man gave a long cackle then grabbed Sakura roughly by the arm, dragging her out of the room and into a different room. "Now...listen to me, Lady Sakura."
"Don't call me that."
"Sakura?"
"Not that either."
"Saku—"
"Shut up!"
"Sakkie. Dear. My love. Whatever it may be, I can call you it. You are under my power now!"
"NEVER!" Sakura bolted from the room and made her way into the large foyer...she searched around and around; there was nowhere— Wait...
"Sakura, my love, do not hide from me." The man walked into the room and searched behind a lonely armchair. "There is no way out of this room. Just give up, before I resort to something even more powerful." He walked into the middle of the room and began walking towards Sakura's hiding spot, a large oak cupboard that housed many types of swords and glaives.
The breath caught in her throat as he neared her. She began to breathe hard, her breathes coming ragged.
The man neared and neared, then swung open the cupboard, smiling evilly. He pressed his face to hers, cheek to cheek. "I've found you."
Sakura screamed and pushed against the man, pushing him backwards into an armchair. She bolted across the room.
He scowled, grabbing a sword from the cupboard and sprinting after her. She was no match for him. She was too tired, for one, and, for two, she was wearing a gown. The man reached her in no time at all. In pure hatred of the beautiful woman, he threw the sword at her. Now, anyone can tell that this man had no experience whatsoever with a sword, for he was aiming for her heart, but it barely grazed her shoulder. To his delight, it was enough to bring her down with pain. He retrieved the fallen article and turned around to the bleeding woman on the floor. "You dare defy me?"
Sakura looked up. "Yes..." she panted, "if it means bringing you down!" The man scowled and sat down next to her, bringing the bloodied sword up to her face.
"I don't like women like you." He slapped her across the head with the hilt, making Sakura scream in pure horror.
I shot up from the bed, panting hard and wet from my sweat. That dream gave little consolation. After my heart began to calm down, I fell back onto the bed with a light 'plop'. That dream...
That dream, just like the other one, was a memory that I've been recalling for the last couple of years. That man was a man who wanted to court me. Countless times he tried, but he failed because of my over-protective brother. Sometimes, I thank my brother for being over-protective because, if I hadn't, I would be in a dreadful prison with that horrible man again. And that's something I really don't want...
"Sakura! You're awake! I was so worried!" Tomoyo screamed. That's when I noticed I was in my bed. I did faint in the airport, didn't I? "When you fainted, everyone was so worried about you!"
Eriol and another man entered the room just then. "Sakura's awake...that's good," Eriol said, walking up and patting me on the head. I truly smiled. "Syaoran here..."
What? Who was Syaoran? Wait...Syaoran, Syaoran, Syaoran...where have I...the airport! He was...that stupid, egotistical psychologist guy. He's the one that made me this way...he could've killed me! I thought bitterly, getting up from the bed. I strode over to this guy Syaoran. Oh...Syaoran...you really deserve this. I pulled my arm back and punched Syaoran across the face. His head wheeled around to the side, then back at me.
Before anyone could scold me for what I did, I ran straight into the bathroom, locking the door.
The last thing I heard was Syaoran saying, "She's got a good punch...it actually hurt."
HAHA...Syaoran got punched...I've always wanted to see Syaoran get punched buy Sakura and make a face about it...it would be so funny to see his face! Don't cha think? Hehehe
Well...review as always...I guess...
. bye bye my lovely reviewers and stayed tuned for the next chapter!
Witch Hunter Sakkie...(I use 'Sakura' too much in the story...hehehe)
Sakura01: well for one thanks for reviewing my story! huggles I was actually thinking of having Tomoyo and Eriol winding up empty, but then it would have been boring...well in my eyes. Then I had this great idea...now I have never seen Tomoyo scared out of her wits or Eriol pleading for forgiveness and this is where my imagination led me. But, if you will like, I will tell everyone when there is something like that coming up, all right? I'm not centering this ficcy on horror that is why I didn't put that as a genre. So tell me if that is a good idea! Hehe .
Vanilla Yumez(): I know! I was deciding whether I should've made Nadeshiko still alive or not, but it's stressed so much in the anime that she died...so I was like awww...and since I had put 'three familiar screams' I had to find somebody. But I still hate myself for making it Yukito...wah...I love him so much and made him die...! Poo...well...er...thanks for reviewing my story and enjoy this chapter...
Momocolady(): I bet everyone has that question...but the answer ties with why Sakura doesn't (or can't) talk...thanks for reviewing!
Katrina: Yeah! Thanks for reviewing and ENJOY...this chapter!
Yukimi the Ice Goddess: I know...I nearly killed myself for putting them through so much heartache. Well anyway! Thanks for reviewing!
You Brought Me Back
By: Witch Hunter Sakura
Chapter 3: Meeting Syaoran
I had considered Eriol's offer on this girl, Sakura. Though, I did not know what she looked like because Eriol was a little slight on the details, but what does it matter? The girl's crazy anyway.
I felt the plane lurch and my seat went back to an upright position. After a couple curses, I pushed it back down and laid my head on the headrest. Sakura...you have to admit, it was a nice name.
The attendant's voice was heard incoherently overhead saying that the plane had finally reached Tomoeda, Japan. I pulled from my thoughts and sat quietly, looking out the window at the approaching scenery of cherry trees and houses. A small town...that's good.
The plane had finally stopped and now, he was able to get out of his seat and exit the plane quickly. He rushed pass the flight attendants mumbling a 'sorry' before stopping and walking casually through his gate terminal. "Syaoran!" a voice yelled distantly. Syaoran turned his head toward the voice and wished he had stayed longer on the plane. "Syaoran, over here!" Eriol was yelling for him and now suddenly, Syaoran wish he hadn't. Blending with the crowd would've been so easy for him.
Eriol grabbed the hand of a woman with long, silky, black hair and basically drug her over to him. The young woman, however, was holding onto another woman. But, this woman had longer, rich auburn hair and the most captivating emerald eyes Syaoran had ever seen. Was this the girl?
"I see you have noticed little Sakura over here. She is the person you will be curing." Sakura's head lifted to meet his eyes and she smiled.
Well...here it goes...I smiled. I had no idea why I was doing it for, but I did. Tomoyo's and Eriol's eyes lit up immensely. "She's never smiled! Not after she was put into the hospital." My smile faltered, and soon my mouth had been turned upside down. I was finally out of the hospital and she had to mention it...
The man stuck his hand out for a handshake. "I'm Syaoran Li, I'm going to be your new psychologist." It was just the way he said that made me want to leave. This guy was a fake and I knew it. If you've seen one, you've seen them all.
But, I reached out and shook his hand, adorning the frown on my face into a fake smile.
Then there was an awkward silence...
"Well...aren't you going to introduce yourself?" I looked at him, then to Eriol. Hadn't Eriol told him? "You know...that's somewhat rude."
"Syaoran, watch what you say. Sakura, here, is a mute. Some odd years ago, something happened to her to make her this way." Silent tears were welling in my eyes. I knew what they were talking about.
"What?" He asked angrily. "You mean to tell me that she can't talk?!?" He was up in Eriol's face now. He was just like the others... The tears that were holding up in my eyes were let go as I turned and sprinted off to the nearest bathroom. I should've never agreed to this!
I slammed open the stall door and sat on the toilet, crying my heart out.
"Nice going, hot-shot! That was my cousin and you had no right saying that to her! She's been battling hard enough these past few years trying to stay away from people like you. Come on; just ask her why she's like this! I'm sure you'd feel sorry for her, but you still wouldn't help like you're doing now! I can't believe you, Eriol." And she ran off, hoping to find her cousin.
"Took the words right out of my mouth...why did you even have to say that?" Eriol said, looking at him through his wide-rimmed glasses. "Sakura's one of the most purest people on this planet and all she wants is to talk again, but she can't do that. She is incapable, but she is human. She feels just like you and me, but no one sees that. Do you know how many people actually see her a year? Millions. But they can never find out what's wrong with her. You know why? They didn't try hard enough. And you know what Syaoran? That's exactly what you're doing now." Before Syaoran could muster something, Eriol ran off to find his love, hoping that she and Sakura would forgive him.
I kept on crying and crying...there was no way to stop the tears... I had to stop...I needed to stop. I began to breathe hard. Sakura, stop! I told myself. It didn't work. It was harder to breathe and my whole world was spinning around me, but the tears and breaths kept coming very rapidly.
I pushed open the door to the stall and blindly made my way out to the main hallway. Since it was nighttime, I knew that much, there weren't many people around. But I needed someone. And quick.
I fell to the floor, clutching my head and heart, both seeming to rip from my body. Someone help. I gasped and gasped, trying to bring in air, but it was as if I had been choking. Just no air would be forced down my throat. I clutched my heart and felt myself losing consciousness...but the last thing I did remember was the pair of footsteps reverberating down the hall, coming towards me and catching me before I had fully fallen to the floor.
"Not again," Tomoyo murmured, reaching out for Eriol's hand. They were unusually sweaty to her.
Eriol and Tomoyo had searched the massive Japanese airport for any signs of Sakura, but they were unsuccessful. Tomoyo had forgiven Eriol, saying she had just lost her temper and that Syaoran's behavior wasn't entirely his fault.
It wasn't until late that the duo came upon Sakura's unconscious body. But she was not alone, as they had hoped. She was in the arms of a complete stranger. To them, this stranger could be dangerous...to them and to Sakura. They couldn't exactly see his face or what he was wearing for he had quickly rushed outside and into the Jaguar they thought to be his. They followed closely behind the car, but it wasn't until they stopped in front of the mental home that Eriol knew the person in the car in front of them wouldn't hurt precious Sakura.
The figure emerged from the car on the passenger, rushing quickly into the building.
"Syaoran! SYAORAN!" Eriol screamed, coming upon Sakura's room. Eriol was right from before, Syaoran was the person who saved Sakura after she hallucinated herself to unconsciousness.
Syaoran was standing right outside Sakura's room, looking through the one- way window. He watched as her chest rose and fell abnormally.
"Syaoran? What happened?" What had Syaoran seen when he was there? And was it enough to change his mind about Sakura?
"Well," he started, "after you and Tomoyo left me, I just aimlessly walked around hoping to find the exit. Since it was my first time in the Tomoeda Airport, I had no idea where it was. Well...as I was walking, I happened to notice...er...the girl," –Eriol felt a little annoyed at this- "sitting on the floor. She looked a little sick; her face was pale, and her eyes were bloodshot. She was clutching her heart then all of a sudden, she fell. Now, even with my rudeness beforehand, I couldn't just leave her there, so I ran and caught her. And with my instincts, I drove her here to get help, though, I had no idea she was patient here...hmmm." Eriol looked annoyed at Syaoran, egotistical, doctor Syaoran. He brushed pass him and walked heatedly into Sakura's room.
Syaoran felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning, he saw Tomoyo, his cousin's girlfriend, standing in front of him with tears in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away and spoke softly, but with a tinge of hatred, "Even though I really despise you at this moment in time, I just wanted to say...thanks for saving Sakura. If it wasn't for you, she might be dead right now." Syaoran raised his eyebrow at her last sentence.
"'Dead'? What do you mean 'dead'?"
"Well...me and Eriol found some things out yesterday...and we think Sakura is keeping a big secret from us that's hurting her really bad."
"I accept," Syaoran muttered, barely enough for Tomoyo to hear.
"What was that?" she asked, her eyes meeting his once more.
"I accept," he said louder. Tomoyo squealed in delight, grabbing Syaoran and pulling him into Sakura's room.
"Eriol! Eriol! He accepted! He's going to cure Sakura!" Tomoyo yelled. Eriol stared at her, then to Syaoran, who was staring undoubtedly at the unconscious Sakura.
"So you've accepted. Good choice. Sakura would be very happy...if she was awake."
"You cannot leave, Sakura. You have nowhere to go. I am your liberator!" the man yelled advancing to the quivering Sakura, who sat shaken on the enormous bed. "You must respect me! I save you from eternal damnation!"
"You saved me from nothing!" Sakura spoke loudly, sending hate and malice through each word. "You destroyed what family I had left!"
"Little girl, do you not see? Your family was eternal damnation!" The man gave a long cackle then grabbed Sakura roughly by the arm, dragging her out of the room and into a different room. "Now...listen to me, Lady Sakura."
"Don't call me that."
"Sakura?"
"Not that either."
"Saku—"
"Shut up!"
"Sakkie. Dear. My love. Whatever it may be, I can call you it. You are under my power now!"
"NEVER!" Sakura bolted from the room and made her way into the large foyer...she searched around and around; there was nowhere— Wait...
"Sakura, my love, do not hide from me." The man walked into the room and searched behind a lonely armchair. "There is no way out of this room. Just give up, before I resort to something even more powerful." He walked into the middle of the room and began walking towards Sakura's hiding spot, a large oak cupboard that housed many types of swords and glaives.
The breath caught in her throat as he neared her. She began to breathe hard, her breathes coming ragged.
The man neared and neared, then swung open the cupboard, smiling evilly. He pressed his face to hers, cheek to cheek. "I've found you."
Sakura screamed and pushed against the man, pushing him backwards into an armchair. She bolted across the room.
He scowled, grabbing a sword from the cupboard and sprinting after her. She was no match for him. She was too tired, for one, and, for two, she was wearing a gown. The man reached her in no time at all. In pure hatred of the beautiful woman, he threw the sword at her. Now, anyone can tell that this man had no experience whatsoever with a sword, for he was aiming for her heart, but it barely grazed her shoulder. To his delight, it was enough to bring her down with pain. He retrieved the fallen article and turned around to the bleeding woman on the floor. "You dare defy me?"
Sakura looked up. "Yes..." she panted, "if it means bringing you down!" The man scowled and sat down next to her, bringing the bloodied sword up to her face.
"I don't like women like you." He slapped her across the head with the hilt, making Sakura scream in pure horror.
I shot up from the bed, panting hard and wet from my sweat. That dream gave little consolation. After my heart began to calm down, I fell back onto the bed with a light 'plop'. That dream...
That dream, just like the other one, was a memory that I've been recalling for the last couple of years. That man was a man who wanted to court me. Countless times he tried, but he failed because of my over-protective brother. Sometimes, I thank my brother for being over-protective because, if I hadn't, I would be in a dreadful prison with that horrible man again. And that's something I really don't want...
"Sakura! You're awake! I was so worried!" Tomoyo screamed. That's when I noticed I was in my bed. I did faint in the airport, didn't I? "When you fainted, everyone was so worried about you!"
Eriol and another man entered the room just then. "Sakura's awake...that's good," Eriol said, walking up and patting me on the head. I truly smiled. "Syaoran here..."
What? Who was Syaoran? Wait...Syaoran, Syaoran, Syaoran...where have I...the airport! He was...that stupid, egotistical psychologist guy. He's the one that made me this way...he could've killed me! I thought bitterly, getting up from the bed. I strode over to this guy Syaoran. Oh...Syaoran...you really deserve this. I pulled my arm back and punched Syaoran across the face. His head wheeled around to the side, then back at me.
Before anyone could scold me for what I did, I ran straight into the bathroom, locking the door.
The last thing I heard was Syaoran saying, "She's got a good punch...it actually hurt."
HAHA...Syaoran got punched...I've always wanted to see Syaoran get punched buy Sakura and make a face about it...it would be so funny to see his face! Don't cha think? Hehehe
Well...review as always...I guess...
. bye bye my lovely reviewers and stayed tuned for the next chapter!
Witch Hunter Sakkie...(I use 'Sakura' too much in the story...hehehe)