Red
Red was not a color Sakura saw often. Oh sure, she saw it on clothing and signs, woven into certain designs on certain things. However, she never really paid attention to these things, so she really didn't see it often. So when Kurogane sliced a man who had attacked Sakura from behind, screaming 'It's my feather, she can't have it!' Sakura found herself thoroughly surprised and staring at the color red.
It was all over the place, on the man lying motionless on the floor, on Kurogane….on her. It was on her. Another person's blood. The color red. It was all over, and smelt of a scent she wasn't familiar with. It was raining now, and though it clouded the vision of everyone around her, Sakura could clearly see the horrified look on the dead man's face before her. The red flowing out of his mouth, making a puddle around his head.
She gave no notice to the rain kissing her cold, pale skin; she couldn't even feel it. The red seeped into the mud and her clothes, and she realized, in an abundant amount of horror, his last words. 'It's my feather, she can't have it!' She can't have it….
Sakura found herself falling to her knees in the red covered mud, screaming at the top of her lungs. She clutched her head in horror and screamed, words mixing in. 'It's my fault, it's all my fault!'
She felt arms encircle her small frame and bring her close, and she vaguely heard Syaoran's soothing mellow voice whisper, 'It's okay, it wasn't your fault' but she paid it no mind. She was too busy seeing red. How could she not see it? It was all over. In the mud, on Kurogane, on her, and all over the man she'd killed….