My Happiness, My Heartbreak

Author's Notes: Eep. Whoops, got carried away with the lack of updates there… Still, please review. It keeps me going…99 perspiration…need a bit more inspiration for the next chapter's birth.

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Chapter Six: The Eventuality

And that is the end of everything.

"A murderer?" Sakura asked, dazed and unsure, "what do you mean Li is a murderer?" 'Surely he couldn't be. Touya-san must be more ill than we thought…'

"As sure as I am that we are of the same family."

Strike two, Syaoran. Not looking good here.

Sakura recoiled, shocked. "I can't even seem to believe you in that."

Ah, Sakura….if only you knew…

As Li continued to think, he remained silent, aware of the sharp gaze that Touya had set on him. His spine chilled involuntarily, surely noticed by the other man.

"You're not even sure of who you are, Touya-san!" Sakura yelled at him, and a split second after there was the sound of glass breaking just outside their door. "You must be very sick!"

A change occurred in the landlord that was unreadable by anyone but Li. And even Li himself only saw it once before - a long, long time ago.

"Are you that sure of who you are, Kinomoto Sakura?"

That cold tone froze both Sakura and Li to the floor, unable to speak back or refocus their gazes.

Suddenly, the door burst open for the second time that night.

"What's going on here? This is a hospital, not a debate house!" Said a wizened, short woman dressed in nurse's clothes. No one paid much attention to her reprimand after Touya's words.

After a few seconds of heated silence, Sakura couldn't take it anymore. There were three very devastating actualities.

Mitokono Touya had to be insane. Her landlord had mental deficiencies all along, or was injured enough to develop such in one evening.

That stranger she picked up a few days ago, Li, was in truth a cold-blooded murderer who was somehow connected to aforementioned landlord.

Kinomoto Sakura - AKA herself, was very much insane.

So she just had to explode at one point or another.

"Excuse me, Miss, but I believe my friend" She said, pointing to Touya, "is having a bit of a problem. He collapsed last night and could be-"

"Sakura-san," Touya-san snapped, but never took his eyes off Li, "stop this nonsense at once."

As if by magic, the nurse nodded in understanding, whispered a few things to Sakura, then started to call more nurses into the room.

What's this about? Is everybody except for me telepathic?

Before anyone could protest, Touya was being wheeled out of the room faster that a bicycle down the hill.

"We will have to take him to one of the laboratories for a short psychological test. It appears his accident might have affected him somehow." One of the senior nurses informed them, looking calm as if this was a routine activity.

As the group of white sped down the winding corridor, Touya kept on shouting, "Sakura-san, he's a murderer!" and "Believe me!"

This was something I never expected before.

Just as those thoughts were going through Li's mind, the door slammed in his face. He was too stunned to move.

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As Sakura walked quickly through the fluorescent-lit pathways of the hospital, a million thoughts were jumbling through her mind as if they were in the Olympics. Some were swimming, others dancing, another was leaping and all of them were racing.

'Li-san? A murderer? Seems impossible…it would seem as if his parents were the ones that were murdered, the way he keeps quiet.'

'But Touya-san never lied to me before. Except when he found out about Li. And even then, it was for a good reason. He would never say such a horrible thing…would he? Unless he was really messed up by that fall he took.'

'I hope he's doing alright. I wouldn't want to visit someone at the psychiatric ward at all. Unless I'm the one who is insane, and I'll have to crave for visitors to come…'

She shook her head in frustration. It was important that she cleared her mind of those ambitious atheletes.

But when she finally did, a haunting memory came back to curse her. At that point, she wished the annoying thoughts were still there.

The crash of plates. The bang of a door.

So many facts.

The yell of a man. The time-shattering shot.

So many mysteries.

The blood on the floor. The cooling bodies.

So many memories.

That was in the past. Then in the present:

The strike of the tiles. The scream of passers-by.

So many to come.

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And once again, Li found himself looking at the mirror.

He didn't know what anyone saw in him. His mother told him things that made his heart swell with this strange, wonderful feeling. Those things were praises - little acts of kindness that eventually nailed the portrait of his mother to his mind.

Then his father. The silhouette on the doorstep every night, who waited for his only son to rush to him after a difficult day's work at the company. The wise figure who told him things that a philosopher would crave for. Simple, but life-guiding ideas.

'When the path seems unclear, remain unclear.'

Now he didn't get those quotes.

'Let pass what is passing. There is no such thing as 'the eventuality'.

Now, Li Syaoran knew that his father was no more than a foolish smart-guy. The eventuality had already come - he could sense it coming faster and faster by the second.

He was correct.

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A knock came at the door. Li hurried to answer it, hoping to everything that it was Sakura.

He saw a cart full of needles and bottles passing by. Nothing more.

But then-

"Li-san…help me. I accidentally hit my head on glass a moment ago, get the first aid kit. It's around here somewhere."

He nodded, trying to keep his indifference on his features, but as he turned his back to her he let everything drop. Concern took over his expression.

Then suddenly-

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"Sakura-san-"

Emptiness. The hospital room was completely empty.

"Sakura-san?"

Oh no.

Touya slapped himself in reflex. He realized just a few hours before all the mistakes that he'd made - and he just made one of the worst of all.

They could be anywhere. Anywhere in the large, dark city.

Sakura - his little sister - she could be anywhere.

And she could be dead.

…………………………………………………………

There was red all over his hands.

Dripping unto the pristine, tiles - red.

That life-giving liquid - that death-bringing fluid.

They called it blood.

And now, it dripped all over his hands.

"Hurry, get her to the emergency room!"

Voices all around him.

"What happened anyway?"

Unknown people, swirling.

"She was stabbed by a knife. We're not sure how."

Situations, situations.

His mother was dying again.

"ID says - Kinomoto Sakura, unmarried, 23 years old--"

No, not his mother.

Sakura.

…………………………………………………………

The green line went up--

The green line went down--

The green line paused.

The green line went up--

The green line went down--

The green line paused.

"That's the cycle of karma, Syaoran," Said a ghostly voice, "What comes up must come down. But it's much more complicated than that. You'll understand it when you get older."

Did he, really?

The green line went up--

The green line went down--

Up.

Down.

Pause.

And then it went to the right.

In a straight line.

What did that mean again?

…………………………………………………………

"How is Sakura-san?" Said a breathless voice, from a whited face.

"You're related?" Asked the nurse in charge.

"Yes. I'm her elder brother." The words tasted alien and forbidden on his tongue.

The nurse let him in simply because of the expression he wore. It was pure concern, but tainted with some unknown, probably dark thoughts.

The man bolted into the room. The green line was going right beyond the speed limit of the highway.

And beside the green line was him.

The murderer.

…………………………………………………………

Touya was able to make it out of the psychological laboratory, but he landed into an even more difficult situation.

"Sakura!" He yelled, not minding the said criminal at the moment. "Nurse, quickly!"

Like a bolt, one of the people on duty rushed into the room, and immediately saw the indicator. And then a familiar situation unfolded in Li's eyes from 15 years ago.

Hurry, check her pulse.

Still dead. All clear!

Change the settings.

We're running out of time.

Get the contact details. Inform the other relatives.

There are none. Just that brat there.

But this time it was different.

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Sakura was very, very confused.

She felt that she was probably insane.

First, she was running down the hall. Trying to clear her mind.

Then the glass. Shattering, breaking. Hitting her hand.

A woman apologized, but she hid her injury, smiling as pleasantly as possible. Then she raced back to the hospital room.

Knocking on the door, she waited for what seemed like a minute. Then the door opened to the figure of Li. He looked different - hurt somehow, like a child, but the watery appearance of his eyes was probably a trick of the light.

Asking for a first-aid kit, she waited for him to come back. But before anything could happen-

It happened.

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There was so little time.

He had to escape soon.

Very soon. Or else. Everything would crumble into pieces. All his effort.

Mother's effort.

Father's effort.

My effort.

Sakura's effort.

"You're alive, Syaoran Li." he said to himself. "Live!"

And so he ran outside the door.