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There's a little something in the end, I hope you all enjoy it.
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Syaoran, thinking critically of the situation, looked to Sakura for a brief instant. Though nothing had been said, Sakura understood perfectly. Syaoran drew his sword and jumped into the air and came down on one of the robed men with his devastating kick. And at the same time, swung his blade at the man beside him, who intern narrowly missed losing his head. Sakura drew her bow and let loose three arrows at the other assailants. Each arrow striking squarely in each assailant's belly, but for a reason Sakura did not know, they did not draw blood.
The assailants bodies disappeared in streams of smoke. Doppelgangers, Syaoran thought. Three more assailants jumped from the adjacent roof and the one in the middle of the group began to speak. "Impressive skills there, just who are you?" His face concealed by a cloak hood, also white in color. Syaoran replied, "We're travelers, why did you attack us?" The woman beside the man in the center spoke, "That's precisely it, you're traveling, we don't know what your intentions are. And more over, we don't know why you're here." Sakura, in an innocent voice, began to speak, "We seek something important. We've traveled far for this, please let us by." She ended the statement with a pleading voice.
The third assailant, without saying a word lunged out towards Sakura with almost lightning speed and drew his sword. Striking her squarely across the belly, sending her flying backwards and her bow to the ground. Syaoran acting on complete reflex, jumped and swung his sword at the man, slicing open his cloak and cutting into the flesh. The man repulsed back to his spot in the formation.
Syaoran, without paying attention to the assailants, ran towards Sakura and knelt down beside her. Grasping her hand in his, a pale look came across his face. He was on the verge of crying, he had seen blood dripping down her, he called out to her extremely loudly. "SAKURA!" Grabbing her and her bow he fled. Sakura's assailants did nothing to stop him. He dove into a gap between two buildings and propped Sakura up against the wall. He tried to stop the bleeding with a small piece of his cloak that he had ripped off, working frantically so that he would not lose her.
From above three figures dropped, Syaoran couldn't see everything, so he couldn't identify them as being the same assailants from before, at least right away. At the center was a boy, young, he appeared to be about ten. Dressed in a suit and a tie, the boy wore small round glass that were propped on his nose. His hair was a red/brown and he brandished a long wooden staff, it being several feet taller than he.
The girl to the kid's right had jet black hair and brandished a long samurai sword with a wooden handle and scabbard. She wore what appeared to be a uniform that had a short skirt and a red jacket. She had landed with a grace all her own and had not drawn her sword; an obvious sign of a well disciplined swordswoman, Syaoran thought. The girl on the opposite side of the boy had red/orange colored hair and wore the same uniform. This girl brandished a weapon he could not recognize, it looked like a giant fan of sorts. Seeing their weapons, he positioned himself in front of the injured Sakura, taking up a sword drawing stance.
The girl with the red/orange hair peeked around to see a woman up against the wall, not much older than she was, and quite good lucking by anyone's standard. She was shocked to see blood trailing off from her abdomen.
She spoke, "Hey, you! Did you just rape her," in a most accusing sort of voice that a teenage girl can muster.
Syaoran replied in a most annoyed voice, "I did not."
The girl replied, "Oh yeah, right. Whatever," she said most sarcastically.
The black haired girl looked into his eyes for a brief moment and then caught a glimpse of Sakura's wound. "Asuna, that wound could not have been made by him."
The boy, only just now seeing Sakura's wound began to panic. "We need to get her to the infirmary," he said with a panicked tone and feel to his voice.
Syaoran calmed himself and put his sword onto his belt, picked up Sakura and her bow. Cradling her in his arms, his facial expression upon seeing her in this state, became that of someone watching someone they love on their death bed. His heart was sinking little by little into sadness. He looked up and said sternly, "Lead on." The boy flew up on his staff and the two girls jumped up to the roof, followed quickly by Syaoran, they headed towards the infirmary at the other end of the city.
-----------Sometime later--------
Syaoran sat beside the white hospital bed, holding Sakura's hand, just like she always had liked him to. A slight smile came across his face as the memories slowly played in his head of when she asked him to do it.
The black haired girl he had met earlier entered the room, saw this little show and paused slightly, she spoke, "You care deeply for her, don't you?" Syaoran pulled from his memories, looked towards the girl and replied solemnly, "Yes, yes I do." He turned back to Sakura and the girl continued on, "I thought it was so. You just didn't look like someone who could do something as low as rape." Syaoran replied, "I know that's not the only reason, you are a well trained swordswoman, are you not?" She paused for a moment, not knowing what to say and then continued, "Yes, that I am. How did you pick up on that?" "You didn't draw your sword when you first appeared, you looked everything through before making the decision, and finally you lack rashness." Syaoran said in a slightly serious voice. "You aren't that bad, to have picked up on those things."
The girl named Asuna walked into the room, "Setsuna, you romancing up to him in here." The girl with black hair retorted, "Asuna, it's not that." Asuna then caught glimpse of Syaoran sitting diligently by Sakura's side, with a worried look on his face. "Hey, you. Sorry for what I said back there." She said, looking away. Syaoran didn't say anything in return, he had fallen asleep in the chair, holding Sakura's hand.
The boy and a bunch of other girls entered the room, accompanied by a tall woman with light turquoise hair. The tall woman spoke, "How are they holding up, Setsuna?" Setsuna replied, "They seem to be doing okay for now, he just fell asleep." The woman replied, "That's good to hear." She sat down on the other side of the bed and started checking Sakura's bandages and her overall condition. Sakura was still sound asleep, but in less observed physical pain.
Meanwhile the other girls crowded around the sleeping Syaoran. Poking, touching, and thing of that sort, and all somewhat blushing as they did so. They continued this until the woman protested, "Now, now, don't you be doing any of that anymore. Let them sleep, and you get to class festival."
--------The Next Morning---------
The morning sun was peaking through the window, casting light upon Syaoran and Sakura. Sakura began to awaken, feeling someone holding her hand, she turned to see who it was. She was delighted to know that Syaoran was the one holding it. She sat up, not quite totally pain free, but enough to pull Syaoran over close enough so that she could kiss him. This kiss, without her realizing it had gone to his lips. Syaoran woke up and saw Sakura in his face, feeling her lips against his; though he did not repulse back like he usually did. He just continued the kiss and put his arms around her in an embrace, being mindful not to cause her pain.
When they stopped the kiss, they just looked into each other's eyes and slightly blushed, then Sakura spoke first, "Syaoran," she said in a loving tone with a slight pause before continuing, "I...I...la...la...love you..." she said, choking on the last words and blushing even more. Syaoran pulled her into another embrace, and whispered into her ear, "I...I love...you, too," his less choked, but still the same blush. They remained in that embrace for a long time, even as the people came and gone. They were now eternally bound to each other, though they had not figured out just how much so.
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