Thank you soooomuch everybody. I'm sorry I didn't update, I just didn't have much confidence in this chapter... but alas! I've got it up! I'm so tired right now though... so if anything seems so horrible, it must be because of my weary eyes. Forgive me.
Chapter 5: SAKURA'S STORY
"So? Did you kill that guy?"
Tomoyo knew that Sakura wouldn't say that, Sakura was quiet and sure that Tomoyo had killed Eriol Hiirizigawaza. Sakura needn't have to ask, Tomoyo always had that heroic grin on her face, but this time, Tomoyo didn't. Still, Sakura guessed that she was just thinking about something else. So, Tomoyo didn't hear the question, nor did she have to answer, and so she didn't have to say "No, I didn't kill him."
"Are you hungry Tomoyo?"
Tomoyo began to think about how Eriol had kept her asleep for so long, and how she had actually liked those hours, she had actually been having fun. Fun? Liked? What! How could she have fun with the man she was trying to kill, she has to kill him, not have fun with him! What had she been thinking?
"Tomoyo? TOMOYO!"
Tomoyo snapped, "What!"
"ARE YOU HUNGRY OR NOT?" Sakura yelled impatiently.
"Hungry? No, I already ate." Tomoyo fell back into her thoughts.
"Ate? When? Where?"
"Uh… I went to eat and… you know… I was a bit hungry after… you know… so I went to eat… you know?" Tomoyo stuttered, trying to make something up.
"Are you ok? It's like you swallowed a fish and now you're having hiccups." Sakura's eyebrows twisted.
"That's right… hiccup!" Tomoyo pretended to be hiccupping, "I have the… hiccup!"
"Ok…" Sakura turned away to order some cake and tea, baffled by Tomoyo's odd behavior.
Tomoyo sighed, falling into her bed to think about her 'failed assassin attempt'. She had failed. But no! She would not fail the second time! She would, of course, head to his house tomorrow night and kill him! And it won't matter if she uses blood to kill him or not, as long as he goes dead!
And then, with the same thoughts going over and over in her head, she fell asleep.
"Kumai-kun." Li turned around, "Huh?"
Sakura was blushing, "Do you want to be partners?"
Since Tomoyo wasn't here again, she could be partners with Li again.
"Sure." Li agreed.
Li watched as Sakura turned her desk around so they were facing each other. Then, she opened up her book and asked him a question. But he wasn't listening; he was watching her hair. When she brushed her hair back behind her ears, he watched it slip back to the front, light gleaming on it. He laid his head on his hand, imagining it over and over, seeing her pushing the hair behind her ear, then the lock of hair falling back in place.
"Kumai-kun? Hello? Kumai-kun?"
"Huh?" Li came back to earth.
"What's this problem about?" Sakura asked.
Li stared at her, her green eyes looked so earnest… so…
"Kumai-kun?"
Li stared down at the problem, "Oh, yeah." He had forgotten they were in math class.
After doing a few problems Sakura said, "You're really good at math."
Li felt the air turning a bit warm, "Really? You think so?"
Sakura nodded, "You're really smart."
Li was turning red like a beet pulled out of the ground.
"Are you alright?" Sakura asked worriedly, putting her hand on his head, "Are you sick?"
He turned so red he thought he was going to burst, and then, he fainted.
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"Motoko? Motoko?" A voice called him.
He felt dizzy and all was dark, but soon, there came a line of light through his eyes and he saw someone in front of him.
He whispered, "Who's Motoko? Who's Motoko?"
The voice became louder and louder, and clearer and clearer, but he still couldn't tell whose it was.
"Has he lost his memory? Is he alright?"
And then he knew who it was. It was Sakura.
He whispered, "Sakura? Is it you?"
"Yes, its me. Motoko, are you alright?"
He seemed confused, he wasn't Motoko, he was Shaoran, "I'm not Motoko… I'm…"
His eyes opened fully, and the blurred figure became clear. He saw the glittering, green eyes, and the tan hair. It was Sakura.
"Sakura…" He moaned and rubbed his head, "My head hurts."
"You hit your head on the desk when you fainted, we sent you right to the nurse. You can stay home for a few days." She soothed, rubbing his head for him.
He lay back down mumbling, "Thank you."
He drifted back to sleep, relishing the comfortable massage on his head, and even better, Sakura was doing it.
That night, there was no twinkle or glow of a moon or star. There was only blackness and evil haunting the houses and lurking farther than alleys and children's closets. What haunted the city was worse than anything else, it was death that lingered through and through, peeping through windows, seeping into houses, and it was a plague. The assassin was a plague. But the assassin was only after one person tonight, Mr. Hirumatsu, an old, old man.
Mr. Hirumatsu sat in his creaking rocking chair, rocking back and forth, back and forth. The house trembled with fear and death inside its walls, but Mr. Hirumatsu didn't seem to notice. He was a blind man, blue-tinted spectacles shading his eyes. He had a beard with gray-white hair, his face wrinkled and his head was bald. His hands were folded on his lap, and he looked as though he were waiting for death. He was wearing his best trousers, his only trousers, and the trousers he wore ever since the day he laughed about something, about something he thought would never haunt him.
But how he regretted it that same day, how he sat on his rocking chair, knowing that the day would come when revenge would get him, the day that revenge would kill him. That day had come now. He lay in his rocking chair, swaying back and forth, waiting… and waiting. There was a small rush of air, a gust of air entering his room, and he stopped. He stopped rocking the chair for once, and his eyes grew wide although he could not see a thing. But he knew, the time had come. There was tranquility in that room, feigned tranquility, because it was really evil lurking right there in that room, it was standing right in front of him.
"Mr. Hirumatsu."
The old man felt the words blow against his heart, those words sounded so much like…
"Kinomoto. Sakura Kinomoto."
He opened his mouth, letting out a creaky voice that sounded like the wind and the noise of his rocking chair, "You have come. I have wanted many years for this day. Kill me now, kill me so that their souls do not come in to haunt me."
"They are too nice to haunt you, my parents, so I have come to haunt you for them." She raised something in the air.
"Yes, do it." He stood up, eager for this shot.
"No, I won't do it. I want something from you."
"What? What is it?" He laughed, "I have nothing more, I am but a poor, old man. I wasted all my money years ago. What can you gain from me?"
The assassin smirked, "I know, you old geezer. I know you are poor because you wasted all that money to pay the person who would come and raid our house and kill us all! It's not money I want, there is something in your brain that I want, I want it, now!" She screamed.
He laughed and laughed, cackling evilly like so many years before, "You think I am a stupid old geezer, do you? I am a very smart man, I erased all those things in my brain. You'll never get them! Now, kill me. Kill me!" He opened up his arms as to get ready for the hit.
Sakura's face scrunched up with hate and malice, her eyes raging with cold, ire. She dropped the gun in her hand and raised her fist, "I won't kill you, instead, I'll torture you until you give it up!" She gave him a smack on his cheek.
He fell backward, onto the ground. It wasn't enough to kill him. She vaulted onto him and elbowed into his stomach, stepped on his bones and crunched his arms and legs together. He screamed and wailed in pain, but she just took a stick and walloped his mouth, then put tape on it. She took the glasses off his crooked nose, put it to the floor and stepped on them right beside his ear, so he would hear the precious, blue glass being crushed under her heel.
"NO!" He screamed behind the tape, "NO!"
She leaned closer to his ear and hissed, "Give it up, hurry and give it up!"
"NO!" The old man huffed, his breath running out.
(how can an old man stand all that beating? He should be dead by now)
Sakura stepped onto his face, kicking his head, "Hurry up and tell me! Tell me!"
"Ne-ever!"
She twisted his arms and legs harder, binding them together, tugging at the rope harder and harder. The man drew his last breath and let out a terrible scream, thus, fell to the ground—dead. Sakura seemed flustered that she had killed him, so she kicked him, punched him, battered him up some more, so that all that was left were bones and wrinkled flesh, a puddle of blood as well. She spat onto her hands and rubbed them together, making her way back home, furious.
She whispered spitefully, "Don't you dare think about haunting me, because you all know you were wrong, what I'm doing is nothing bad… what you all did was a horrible, horrible thing. So don't even think about accusing me of anything!"
She began muttering to herself, shuddering, the horrible, dreadful memories creeping back into her head. Those memories she could never forget, because it was the reason she was killing for.
SAKURA'S STORY:
It didn't matter that my name was different than who I really was deep inside the flesh and rough outside appearance, because I didn't really have anything inside me, I was probably empty. But I couldn't say that either, because I had thoughts and feelings, the only thing about me was that… I didn't have love. No, I never did have love. There was only anguish and anger and horrible memories I wanted to tear away from myself, there was only the cold hearted me… and I never thought I would ever learn to love again, and that only hatred would rule my heart. But, there was once a time when I was loving, cheerful, chirpy, and had the blissful days of my life. That was before everyone died. That was before everyone was killed. Except for me.
My name was Sakura Kinomoto; it was my real name. Although I have the same name today, the meaning has fallen into pits. Back then; there was the blossoming beauty and spring happiness, the pink colors on my cheeks and heart-warming smile. I had dimples and shining eyes, everything that would charm a person. I was a young, young child, and I was turning seven. I had a two birthday parties, one with my friends, and one with my parent's friends. On the second birthday party, everything went wrong. Everything.
There were streamers and balloons, another birthday cake. There were doorbells ringing and gleeful exclaims on my cute, little dress. Of course, I was happy. I leaped up from my chair to open each door, proudly standing in front of our guests. We had many guests, and they each popped in with a present under their left arm, the right arm waving and shaking hands and pinching my cheek. We had a jolly good time… except one man…. Ever since I opened the door to let him in, he seemed quite peculiar. His mustache was waxed and curled, his mouth pulled into a frown, his eyes were slits and full of, and if I had known there was such thing back then, malice. I gaped at him, shuddering, staring up at this strange man.
"This is Kinomoto residence…" My voice faded into a hushed mutter, "… do you belong here…?"
He stared down at me, his thick eyebrows connected above his nose. He made me shrink back; luckily, my father came down to see whom it was.
I turned to stare at my father, who's expression seemed confusing. Finally, he exclaimed, "Why, it can't be… but my old friend! It's been so long!" he ran over to shake hands with this man.
He made me feel queasy, his eyes unblinking, his mouth untwitching, and the same wrinkled look on his face… making him look like something I had never seen. Evil. But, I would see evil someday. The most evil thing I would ever see… on that very same day.
It happened while we were eating cake. I was seated in the chair of honor, everyone clapping and singing heartily, the candles flickering before our eyes. I beamed down at the cake, gazing at my family. There were the people seated in front of me, my father standing tall. And then, there was my brother, his usual flat face curved into a slight grin. I was so happy that very second, I was proud, happy, brimmed with everlasting joy… but that everlasting joy died… when my father leaned in to cut the cake… and then… and then… there was an explosion.
A bomb dropped right down into our house, and then everything else happened so rapidly, so dreadfully, so blurry and unclear… yet I remember everything like it happened yesterday. The guests tumbled over in their chairs, my father stumbled back, his two arms apart from his body, squirming in a puddle of blood before him. A friendly woman was sprawled on the ground, her hair covering her blood-pained face… her dead face. My father was leaning against my brother, both of their faces too painful to look at. I myself had twirled to the ground, but unhurt. It had been a light bomb, and the ones closer to the cake had been harmed most… but it was a miracle I was still alive. I didn't want to stare at anyone, so I looked down at the ground. There was a mass of blood everywhere. Then, there was the sound of beating drums and thunder, an army march and the sound of horses. I looked up, afraid of what I might see. Thunder struck our house, odd men in weird suits rammed our walls and blew their way in. My father leaned against a three-legged chair while my brother swiftly hailed me onto his back and ran to the basement.
"What's happening?" I wanted to ask, baffled, but I was too stunned to ask anything.
My brother heaved all his energy forward, so we began to roll down the stairs. I felt my head slam against something sharp, I cried out, but then bit my tongue. When we stopped and I was gazing into darkness, I felt hot liquid trickling down my forehead.
"Onii-chan…" I gasped.
He shouldn't have been hurt… but I guess he had tried to protect me. His arms were cut badly from the stairs, and his own head was pouring blood. I felt sick and dizzy, putting my arms around his neck, touching his head, touching his cut hands.
"Onii-chan…" I felt a tear on my cheek.
"Go… to father… they have… come…" His breathing was coarse.
"Who have come?"
He continued to breath unsteadily, "They… are enemies… they want… they want… something from… father…" His voice began to falter.
"Onii-chan! Onii-chan!" I cried, more tears.
His head fell onto my shoulder, "I'm sorry Sakura… for… doing all… those bad things… to you… before…" And then, as I put my hand onto his chest… his heart stopped. It was still, there was no more movement from him… and then I cried out loud, louder and grief in my voice, a feeling I had never felt before, "No! Onii-chan! You can't… you can't be… no!" I sobbed, shaking his broad shoulders, "Wake up… onii-chan… wake up…" But it was no use. He was dead.
"Why?" I whispered, "Why don't you wake up? Why don't you tell me that you were just tricking me! That you're really trying to make me afraid? Tell me! Wake up and tell me that you were tricking me! Hurry up and tell me!" I ended up screaming.
But it was no use still… he was dead… he wasn't going to wake up again… he was gone forever. I listened to the sounds upstairs, the thundering march of an army, the screams and shouts and terrorized women. I heard gunshots, cries, and… I had to stay here… where I would be safe… or get out… but… I didn't want to live anymore. I had to go protect father now, I couldn't let those people take him away too.
I felt my way out of there, going up the stairs, my hands on my ears, trying to keep all the evil away from me. Finally, my hand struck metal, the knob. I turned it slowly, and then, I heard a cackle. Startled, I jumped back. It was a man. A man with a gun in his right hand put to my forehead. He laughed, but it wasn't a merry, bubbly laugh, it was a different laugh, a laugh I had never heard before. And I knew it was he, it was him who had shot my brother. My brother was strong, only a gunshot could have killed him.
"I planned to shoot the two of you, heard you were still alive. So, now I shoot you." I can see his arm ready to move.
"Tell me… why is everyone doing this? Who are you?" I asked as though I were in a trance.
"Let me tell you one thing girl." He lowered his face so it was level to mine, "We want something from your father, and we'll get it all right, besides, I don't even know, I just got paid by this Yearlings family. A bunch of others paid for that army they got there."
My eyes shifted to the chaos behind him. There were people tramping about, pulling things from our shelves and sacking our house. My house. Then, I saw one man rip a picture… that was mother he was ripping!
"NO!" I screamed, "No-"
There was the sound of a gunshot, and I was sure I had died. But there was not a trickle of blood on my forehead, and I felt my heart beating loud and fast in my ear. I peered through one eye, realizing that the man holding the gun to my head had been shot.
He slowly collapsed to the ground, the gun dropping out of his hands. There revealed a man behind him, a tall, brown-haired man. He looked so powerful, and as he helped my father up, my father looked up into the other man's face, pleading. The man shook his head, but my father continued to plea until he finally raised the gun to shoot him dead.
And I screamed, I screamed louder than I could ever scream. And that man came turned to see me, and I was scared. I screamed, and from that second on, I knew what evil was. I knew he was evil. He was the man who had killed my father, organized this plot! I was furious, burning with rage. But as he stepped closer and closer, I felt myself quaking with fear, and then I felt a warm hand on my forehead, "Daughter of Fujitaka Kinomoto, I am from the Li Clan, I killed your father."
And then, it all went black. When I awoke, I found myself in Tomoyo's mansion. As the years went by, I swore to myself, "I will kill them, I will kill the Li Clan. I will get my revenge. For brother, for mother, for father, and for me, I promise."
And that's the reason for why I kill.