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This story is about what could happen after chapitre 120. Therefore, for those who haven't read that chapitre jet, this story is a spoiler. Enjoy, and please take the time to write a review. It will be very much appreciated.
The real and the copy meet
The pain in Fays left eye was horrible. He could feel his own warm blood run from the empty eye socket. He felt so weak, like a huge part of him was lost for forever. He could not stand up; he knew it was too late.
Syaoran grip was hard around his T-shirt, he held him inches over the ground with an unbelievable force. Syaoran looked upwards facing Kuroganes shocked eyes. He could see his travel companion strengthening his grip around his sword.
-Let him go, screamed Kurogane with a strong voice.
Syaoran let go of Fay and the blond who had tried to help Syaoran slumped against the ground witch where covered in blood from his missing eye. It didn't hurt so much any longer, but still he felt to weak to stand up, so he just lay there, defend less on the ground, holding on the ying and yang symbol tightly in his fist.
-He has come. Right on time, said the witch. Will the dream come true? Asked Mokona nervous. Hitsuzen, replied the witch. The only thing is hitsuzen.
They looked at each other. Syaoran and the other Syaoran. The only way you could tell the difference was that the other was covered in his friend's blood, and that the newest member of the dramatic scene had an eye patch. They looked at each other, not moving an inch. The one without blood came closer, and closer, his presence was strong and filled with power. He is strong thought the bloody one. To strong. The one with the eye patch leapt moving toward the other, until he stood right in front of him; he stretched out his hand, touching the right empty eye socket of his copy.
-Where is it? The one thing I gave to you, witch I have come to regain.
-I don't have it anymore the copy replied.
Suddenly Syaoran started glowing with incredible light. The copy closed his eyes, and his body flouted in the air. Magic filled him, and he could see... Fay opened his fist, letting go of the ying and yang symbol. It glowed to, in a beautiful pink light hovering silently in the air.
-That belongs to me, said the real Syaoran with force, its mine.
-You gave it away so it is no longer yours, said a weak voice from the ground.
Fay lifted his face. It was covered in blood. The removal of the eye had left half his face covered in red liquid. His remaining blue eye was sad and weak, but still he spoke with kindness. There was no hate in his voice, only care.
The real Syaoran didn't reply to Fay's weak voice. He turned against the symbol and stretched his hand after it. The symbol rose in the air, and Syaoran could not touch it. Sakura protected the one she cared about the most. The room where filled with pink light, magic where everywhere. Such great warm and friendly magic, unable to destroy anything. The work of a person with a nature to make everyone feel less lonely. The symbol merged with the copy witch life was fake. He was not real, he was just a shell. Designed to do something without thinking of others. The symbol resided inside the copy's eye. And the light faded, but still the magic could be felt. Like warm water from a shower, gently touching the skin.
The real one, witch time and freedom had been stolen from him, just stared. His life was also a joke. Imprisoned and controlled. Sadness filled his heart, and he felt a feeling he never had felt before rose. He felt jealous. He could feel the love. The care everyone sent the copy of himself. He himself had no friends; only hate resided inside his heart. Hate against Fei Wong Reed, hate against his clone that had lived the life he was supposed to have. He was the one who Sakura really should care about. He wanted to be precious to someone to.
The copy slumped against the ground unconscious. Sakura still glowing inside the bubble. The bubble cracked and out the princess emerged. Her magic paralyzing all the audience with her gentle love. She opened her eyes staring at her precious person on the ground. She went to him, she sat beside him. She knelt beside him. She kissed him gently on the mouth. Her magic covered the whole room, but the strongest glow was from the two of them. There was nothing that could be seen except the two of them. Two persons kissing. Syaoran opened his eyes, and they met Sakuras green ones. Then they both closed them again and shared another warm kiss.
Syaoran could feel warmth returning to his numb and cold body. He felt happy, a feeling he had doubted he would ever feel again. He closed his arm around his most precious person, and then he enjoyed every second of Sakuras long lasting kiss. When they broke apart, their eyes still couldn't let go of each other. Until they heard a rumble from below. They could see a boy with brown hair. He looked downwards, and was standing on a big symbol. Then he slowly disappeared. But they could see tears, running slowly down his face, and dripping to the ground. His face was covered in darkness and so was his heart. Then he was gone.
Syaoran looked around holding Sakuras hand. Then he could see his friend, sitting on the ground. His blond hair darkened by dark red stains. He had his hands in front of his face. Tears escaping true the spaces between his fingers. The tears mixed with blood, and together they fell on the ground making little dripping sounds.
Fay... Syaoran looked at him, his heart feeling heavy. Fay! He ran against him and knelt beside him. Then he laid a hand on Fays shoulder.
-Have... Syaoran said. Have I done this?