Hi! Thanks for reviewing if you did. I was just wondering, do Japanese hold chopsticks the same way Chinese do?
On to the very shortly chaptered story.
If you think that the writing style for the first few segments is different, it's because it's kind of in Syaoran's POV. I think Syaoran should seem moody, therefore the abrupt sentences. There is NO poetry, the first paragraph just turned out to rhyme.
I might be raising the rating to M, because I think that there will be, in time to come, things that won't be so safe in the T category.
But who cares. I'm… gasp… underage, anyway.
You all are gonna hate me in this chapter. I'm so sorry
Disclaimer: If I owned TRC, I might be giving some of my story ideas away. So uh, do I own TRC? Hm.
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Chapter 7
Sakura. Cherry blossoms. Cheery blossoms.
Sakura's normally so cheery. So light hearted. So beautiful. So perfect.
In my eyes, no one can replace Sakura. I shouldn't look back and regret.
How can I win her back?
Yes, I took her for granted. I shouldn't have been so harsh on her.
How many times have I said that?.
Maybe everyone has the same amount of happiness in their lives, just that the happiness comes at different points of their lives, in different amounts.
Maybe I've used up all the happiness I was given. Maybe I won't ever make up with Sakura. Maybe I'd have to spend my whole life dwelling on happy memories about me and Sakura.
That's so pathetic.
What if my friends visit me, and find me all alone and lonely?
What. Can. I. Do.
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Food. What's the point of eating it if Sakura isn't around to appreciate it with me?
Everything seems very dry. So meaningless.
Especially since an offender is sitting opposite me.
Syaoran sneaked a glare at Fye and continued poking around at his sushi.
Damn that sushi. It looks so ugly today.
Syaoran pounded the sushi fiercely with his chopsticks in a most unethical manner.
Fye smiled irritatingly at him. (at least, irritatingly to Syaoran) "Hey, feeling moody?"
"Yesh." Syaoran gritted his teeth and started pounding another sushi. "Ain't irt sho obvioush?"
Fye laughed. Irritatingly, of course. "Yep! Lighten up, Syaoran! Anyway, where's Sakura?"
"Yoush should know."
"You two are THE couple," Fye shook his head, laughing.
"Arrgh!" Syaoran slammed his hands on the table and got up. I don't care about whatsoever and whatever and what, I need the chance to at least apologise!
((this is kinda Syaoran's POV, so you know, it sounds angry))
Sakura. Syaoran shouted. Open up, he shouted. Once again, he was met with the rustling, then silence.
There was no point being the perfect gentleman when he was unable to get his point across.
Syaoran barged in.
Sakura lifted her head, her eyes filled with emotion.
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"Oh my god Sakura what happened?" Syaoran ran over to Sakura.
Sakura was laid on her bed, bound and gagged. Tears were spilling out of her eyes.
"Water…" she breathed huskily.
"Yeah… okay…" Syaoran ran for water, which Sakura quickly gulped down.
"You… why didn't you believe me…" Sakura mumbled.
"I… I'm so sorry, Sakura, I thought about it, and well, I believe you, will you forgive me?"
"It doesn't matter anymore. You just don't know, and don't need to know the consequences of your actions." Sakura sobbed.
"What happened?"
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That fateful night, Sakura's POV
You fool. You shouldn't have had any trust in Syaoran. See what happened? Imagine what would have happened if you killed Mokona for him.
There's no point wasting your time on him. Time to move on.
"Fye," I greeted him curtly as he entered my room. I wasn't in the mood to talk. Much less to someone like him.
"Sakura," he smiled. "Not bearing a grudge, are you?"
I shrunk away from him as he approached me. My heart was pounding; sweat was breaking out over my forehead. "What do you want?" I managed in my bravest voice.
"What I want?" Fye smiled mysteriously. "I wonder if you know."
"Please go away," I begged. "please. If I scream for help, you'd get in trouble. Please… please leave…" I could feel tears pricking at my eyes; I was too scared to move. I didn't want to know what Fye would do. I didn't want to know what he wanted. Maybe if I begged him, he wouldn't do anything rash.
As it turned out, that was, indeed, wistful thinking.
Fye ran up to me. "My dear, dear princess. I don't think you would yell for help." Fye smiled smugly and wrapped his arms around me. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. My limbs were frail and useless. There was nothing I could do.
I don't want to remember what happened next. Fye raped me. I remember the torture. I remember my angst.
I don't intend to forgive and forget.
This isn't a wound in my heart.
It's a memory.
One that I have to take revenge for.
I remember Fye binding me up. And then Syaoran knocked.
I could hear Syaoran screaming for my forgiveness. Fye left soon after. He was too scared.
At that point, I was more than willing to forgive Syaoran. I see his point; I don't blame him. But he didn't manage to stop what happened.
I supposed it was fate.
Leave it to fate to muddle up everything.
And fate to save everything.
Fate brought Syaoran to my door.
And gave him the sense to break in.
And save me.
For I feared Fye might kidnap me, and take me away.
He didn't.
I owe my life to Syaoran for that.
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"We need to get Mokona and go back to your kingdom immediately."
Sakura nodded and attempted to stop crying, only to burst back into tears. "Why did this happen to me?"
"I don't know, Sakura. It's destiny."
"We'd better go," Sakura wiped her tears. "I'm too scared to stay here any longer. It's just not… safe."
"I'll look for Mokona," Syaoran offered.
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Where can Mokona be? I've like, searched the whole place.
Maybe… Maybe the Portal Enchantress knows.
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"What? You don't know where Mokona is?"
"I told you I haven't seen him in days!" a very distressed Portal Enchantress replied sharply.
"But we need to go back immediately."
"I can't create another dimension traveler for another half year. And I don't see the need to."
"Please… can you just transport Sakura and me home?"
"I said I don't see the need to."
"Please… but what about Mokona?"
"I'm looking for him!" the Portal Enchantress shouted. "Please leave. I'm stressed enough the way it is."
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"So sorry, my adorable pal. That's the way the game ends!"
"Fye… please don't kill me!"
Fye smiled. With a snap of his fingers, the electrical ball Mokona was trapped in exploded.
Mokona was no more.
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I need a full time beta besides Debbie, because I can't catch her on msn sometimes! Please tell me if you're interested in your review, or email me, because I want someone who understands the story well to help me think of new ideas.
I know that was upsetting. I killed Mokona to re-enforce Fye's newfound evilness and Mokona wasn't too major a part, besides being in the never-ending debate! (which has been going on for 5 chapters, aka 2 days)
But do not fret! For there will be a lot more to fret about later.
