Hey everyone! Wow it's been a while since I worked on this story. I mean it's not that ive been IDLE. I started! I started it right after submitting last time! But after submitting those two humongous (well for ME) chapters I totally CCS-ed myself out lol. So I took break and dove into Twilight fan fics (the Stephenie Meyer variety doncha know!). well now that im back check out the AUTHOR'S note I posted before this to see the recap if any of you forgot what happened before this chapter and need to refresh your memories!
Well, I won't be giving much away when I say that this is a fight chapter. All that goes on from here on out (haha as far as you all know) is the Battle of the End. So it's all blood and curses, and people getting knocked around. The battle IS messy so perspectives in this chapter are going to be EVERYWHERE! There are so many different perspectives I had to jump from to tell the story that I eventually gave up separating them. Just think in the movies how everyone is yelling back and forth to their comrades on the battlefield as they fight against the enemy. Sorry bout the confusion, but try to keep up, ne?
DISCLAIMER: Syaoran….Eriol…CCS, why couldn't you be mine and not CLAMP'S? (sob)
--------------------------------Hidden Power: Chapter 16...Rage
Syaoran stared at the sky blankly as salty tears trailed down his cheeks. His heart pounded in his chest loudly. He could hardly dare to believe it. It was so impossible. Had it even HAPPENED? Had Sakura literally gone over the edge?
Had Sakura really…died?
Inside he felt his world shatter.
"NO! NO! NO!" he slammed his fists into the dry terrain over and over again. "YOU ASSHOLE!" he screamed into the sky, his voice raw with pain.
Kami-sama, his sorta crap wasn't supposed to be happening in real life! Not to him. But did he ever get a normal life?
No, he grit his teeth and ground his fist into the dirt ad propelling himself forward at the same time.
Inside he felt the last fiber of come unfurled.
It was then that the Battle of the End began.
He didn't even realize that he had flung himself up. All he realized in the next moment was that he had thrown himself into a fight against Ryou, thrusting fistfuls of raw power at the young man in his rage.
Startled, Ryou grimly brought up a shield of defense under Syaoran's relentless attack.
Finally the Guardian stopped, his chest heaving. There was no possible way that he could see the tendrils of his fiery and untamed aura that seemed to fill the tiny cage with his rage. Not even the fists clenched at his sides glowed as brightly as the embers that burned in his eyes, seeking release with the Guardian of Fire's fierce rage.
"You…BASTARD," he spat. "You just couldn't leave a damn well enough ALONE! You couldn't leave HER alone! I'm going to KILL you!" he emphasized this last word by hurling a bolt of fire at the shield.
"I couldn't leave well enough alone?" Ryou retorted incredulously. "Who told you to be the hero, Li Xiao Lang? Who told you go and fall in LOVE with the bitch?"
"SHUT UP!" Syaoran shrieked. His eyes were as wild as his power now. "Don't you EVER call me that! You don't know SHIT about LOVE!"
Syaoran only stood there silently fuming. He wasn't lost for words. Instead he was too pissed off to comment. He didn't have to answer to the jerkoff, he decided. It was an utter waste of breath and he was going to need all the power he could get.
What he needed now was actions not words. He eyes flashed.
"What's wrong, XIAO LANG you too sca—!"
FSSSSHHHHH! PANG!
Ryou suddenly bit his words off when what looked like bright blue fire exploded between them, causing both young men to jump apart suddenly to avoid being scorched to a cinder like the boulder beside them.
"You just shut the HELL up Jung Lee Ryou," Skye snarled and flung the thick metal ring in his left hand at the ground. It rebounded off the ground igniting blue sparks of fire that blazed brightly as it ricocheted around the tiny cave, the metal ringing loudly every time it hit something.
Syaoran dove for cover when the ring came dangerously close to taking his head off.
"WATCH WHERE YOU THROW THAT DAMN THING!" he roared and threw yet another fistful of fire at Ryou's barrier.
Skye ignored the Guardian. He threw the metal ring that he'd been holding in his right hand with a grunt.
Ryou yelled in outrage and frustration. His protective barrier was slowly starting to give way to Skye's power over metal and fire. Every time the metal rings collided with his barrier they grated against the surface instead of rebounding like Syaoran's power had done.
His barrier was slowly weakening and it wouldn't be long before the TriArch youth broke through it.
And eventually his barrier broke.
"DAMN IT!" Ryou cursed as the barrier collapsed. The power that had been compressed within the shield was so great that it sent up billows of dust all around the cave. Immediately a thick layer of dust surrounded him and blinded him.
Muttering darkly under his breath he held up his hand and called up both an orb of light and a soft breeze.
"There!"
Then a black figure was upon him, having emerged out of the billowing dust out of nowhere to land a punch on him that set the sacred robes hanging from his shoulders ablaze with a bright blue fire.
"Shit," he cursed.
Ryou staggered backwards and opened his mouth to utter a spell. Instead, a hot torrent of fire hit him square in the chest and sent him flying into the wall with a loud thud.
By then, the dust had cleared enough for him to see that both the TriArch boy and the Guardian of Fire had cornered him up against the wall.
"Skye!" Tomoyo yelled out somewhere to the only present member of the TriArch who was currently in the process of rolling up the long sleeves of his black trench coat. 3 thick metal rings were looped around the more slender part of two heavily tattooed, but powerful white arms.
It was grim understanding that Syaoran understood that Skye was just getting warmed up. He hated thinking this, but it fit perfectly. It was time to bring out the big guns now.
Ryou caught a flash of metal on the goth boy's knuckles. He realized that the boy was wearing metal rings on his fingers and a few silver knuckle rings as well to inflict more pain when he punched.
The TriArch youth smirked upon noticing his gaze, "You liked that didn't you?" he murmured softly referring to the attack that he had sprung. "Have some more, Ryou."
Chaos' youngest cohort grit his teeth.
It looked like the rumors were true. Like all others behind him who were a part of Chaos' great plan, he had heard a lot about the 2nd oldest member of the TriArch named Skye. The boy was usually the tall, silent shadow of Emma Takana (leader of the TriArch). But when he was angry he dealt with his enemies with cold, quick, and efficient precision, like the metal he wielded.
Because Skye's power was rooted deeply within any sort of metal. He had the power to set any metal (which rumor had was usually silver) ablaze with a powerful bright blue fire, like his eyes. There was metal around his wrists, around his ankles, in the toes and heels of his boots, on every finger of his hands, and some had said around his neck as well. Not even the tattoos on his arms were benign, having been traced by the very fingers of Pain herself.
Ryou growled in his throat and discarded the now scorched robes onto the cave floor.
He wouldn't go down without a fight. He couldn't.
A memory flashed in his mind of a little girl with around the age of 7 with curly brown hair giggling as she threw a small blue ball into the air. His heart wrenched with pain at his loss. No…he couldn't give up. This world wasn't a world without her in it.
He couldn't give up.
One way or another, no matter what…the End WOULD descend upon them all!
With a new resolve he lifted his arms and screamed his agony, screamed his pain at the sister that had been cruelly wrenched away from him long ago.
The loss that gave him the anger and pain he needed to keep fighting. To destroy all the other assholes in the entire world like the men who had taken his little sister away from him forever.
This was the best way to do it.
Syaoran felt a sick twisted feeling at the bottom of his gut.
He's doing something.
He's calling something, Syaoran realized instinctively and immediately a memory from his past life flashed into his mind.
He was standing on a tall stone platform, surrounded by darkness every time he turned. Again, he had lost Sakura to the End. Again he was alone. Lightning crashed and a storm raged above him as if in mourning. The world around him was broken and desolate. The remains of what had once been a happy, amazing, thriving world before the End had come lay around him in ruins.
This was reason why he had agreed to be reincarnated again and again in history.
To prevent Chaos from winning no matter how many times it took.
This devastation that lay before him now, he had been thinking, was the reason why no matter how much he loved Sakura he would continue to forget her and the memories the led up to her death every time he was reborn into the world.
This was the End.
Can't let it happen…he gasped, coming back to reality.
Syaoran grunted and thrust an arm forth, sending a blast of power at Ryou. To his immediate horror the power was absorbed.
He blinked. What the HELL? What was that?
It looked as if Ryou was absorbing all the power around him. He screams seemed to drone on and on, breaking any silence that had been floating and probably freaking out any nearby campers.
"SHUT UP!" Syaoran yelled and threw another ball of fire at the screaming youth, with no success.
Shit shit shit. He turned around to look to see what Ryou was up to and saw the young man was rifling through his pockets with his hands clamped over his ears. A look of sharp pain creased the lines on his pale face.
"Have to—Have to shut him UP!" Skye roared.
"What is he DOING!"
"Calling!" Skye snapped back.
He pointed out of the tiny cave to where Tomoyo and Eriol seemed to be struggling against Kotoko's green onslaught of vines. In the skies above them a black cloud seemed to be descending on them. But after taking a closer look at things, Syaoran realized it wasn't a cloud, but a swarm of black winged creatures with tiny green, red, and even purple eyes.
Syaoran's eyes widened, Oh no…Was this the End?
As if reading his thoughts, Skye shook his head, "IT'S MORE COHORTS!" he yelled above Ryou's continued screaming. Then with a cry of his own he ran over to Ryou. Halfway there he launched himself into the air, tucked a leg beneath himself and delivered a silencing left hook to Ryou's jaw. Ryou's screams were abruptly cut off and he fell into a heap on the ground.
Skye landed on the ground and staggered to right himself, breathing hard, "That's right. Shut up!" he snarled.
Ryou grinned maliciously and his hand shot out, catching Skye off guard as a surge of electrical power sent the goth boy flying backwards and onto Syaoran (who cursed profusely).
Before either of them could react, Ryou was up and running out of the cave. Syaoran bit back a snarl and shoved Skye off him.
He couldn't let him get away. Not after what he did to her. Not after he had taken Sakura away from him.
But the moment he stepped out of the cave he saw that all HELL had broken loose. Atleast a hundred different battles were going on at the same time. From the battle with Ryou he was suddenly pulled into a war between human and er…thing. He was definitely outnumbered.
Thousands of the tiny winged creatures fell upon him, causing his knees to buckle for a moment with their weight.
Syaoran grit his teeth, and struggled wildly under there weight before his arms became limp at his side.
What would happen next? How the hell was he going to stop this thing…this End…in its path?
Could it be that no matter of fighting could push it back?
With Sakura gone what more could they hope to accomplish? What more could they do?
Was it merely the inevitable they were fighting against and not Chaos?
Yes, he realized with a sinking heart.
This was the End.
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After I came back and read my other chapters I realized how short many of them were before I had started writing chapters in font 8, verdana! So right now I say, guys, im so sorry lol!
When I read about this I kinda think that this was one perspective of the fight. I'm gonna remind you all in the next chapter about the constantly shifting perspectives too so just be ready for that. The next one's worse (cringes). This chapter was kind of like Syaoran and Ryou's fight/Skye. The next chapter will let us know what's going on in the fight between Kotoko, Eriol, and Tomoyo.
I know this was kind of short too but I can assure you that I will be updating the next chapter very soon this week. This is actually just one part of the big chapter I was working on, but after a while I realized that it was starting to confuse and frustrating. In the hopes that I could avoid that and discourage myself from finishing this (did I tell you all? I just finished the last chapter thanks to Kaede-chan! So we're pretty much finished aside from the fight scene! Yay:D)
Well, stick around for the next part! I'll be updating this week as soon as I possibly can. We're almost there people! Almost there!