AN:Ohayo!(or konichiwa, or konbanwa, whichever is correct for the time of day...) Anyway, here is the second...? installment to The Crying Game.... I'm sorry to Syaoran, he still has yet to make an appearance, ne..? I'm evil!!! –eyes glint- XD
Oh... and I have replies to my beloved reviewers...
Arina and Saku: You noticed!!!!! OMG...! Someone in the sane world actually noticed!!!! I praise your observation skills!! Yes, I did try to use chatspeak to form those coded names.... I didn't feel like randomly punching the keys in the keyboard... Ok.. I did that once...Twice... But that's beside the point.... I'm sorry about Hatori... After he lost Kana (was her name Kana..?) in his real anime and manga, he lost Sakura in the fic...(but please keep in mind that Sakura just might not be Sakura's real name in this fic... ) So the small fact that I wrote down here is a little peace offering to Hatori.... he..he
ffgirl-07: Arigato!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks for enduring the abnormality of my imagination.... Put simply, thanks for enjoying the fic that resulted from my overly hyperactive imagination.. (let's not mention the plot bunny, shall we?)
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Warnings: AU, and major, major OOC's
Reminders: This is not a crossover. No matter how many characters that come from a wide variety of animes I place in this story. I simply do not like OC's. (since I'm no good in making one)
Fiction Rating: T
Summary: She will become Japan's greatest weapon, as long as she falls in love.
He is China's greatest hope, and chance of survival, until he falls victim into a power not even he, as a general of China's greatest battalion, could defeat. He is China's strongest man, until he finds himself falling in love. To his greatest enemy...
Disclaimer: ....Do I honestly look (or sound) like a well-paid, filthy rich, Japanese manga artist to you? Of course I don't own CCS (and all other anime characters)!
Plus, I recently developed some sort of strange hand cramp from drawing too much... Who knew teachers would now have you draw on exams instead of having you make sucking-up essays? What's the world coming to?
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THE CRYING GAME
-A Card Captor Sakura FANFICTION-
I. BREAK DOWN
"Dr. Tomoyo. Daidouji. Test Subject No. 178, 254 of Experiment C412D- C4PTO12 or should I say, 24KU12A is Japan's greatest weapon.... Or at least, she will be, as long as we make her fall in love."
"Fall in love?"
It was said in such an incredulous tone that it made Eriol Hiiragizawa wonder if the woman on the other line had understood what she read about the project. Hell, it even made him wonder if the woman actually read it at all.
"Yes," he replied. "Quite a troublesome activation requirement, actually, but is admittedly, rational and well.. practical."
"How so?"
Eriol's jaw almost found it's way to the floor.
But, of course, he reasoned with himself, if Dr. Daidouji was not paying attention to the activation requirement, then she wouldn't be aware of any logical reasoning behind Eriol's opinion.
That woman, he found out, could be strangely inattentive at the most inappropriate of times, even though she could very well be named as one of the best in her field.
He smirked. That Tomoyo. She never fails to surprise him.
"Practical," he said, responding to her question. "In the sense of....well, you wouldn't want her blowing up on Japan, would you?"
"I'm listening.."
"Look, Dr. Tomoyo, if the activation requirement was such as common an emotion as anger, then, if we don't do things as the subject pleases, we'd end up to be the ones suffering. Therefore, it would be the subject controlling the entire of Japan, instead of us controlling the subject."
"I think I'm starting to understand."
"But," Eriol continued. "If the activation requirement would be love, then, it would pass by stages, therefore, releasing the bottled up destruction commands inside of the subject one by one, allowing us to have full control over the subject."
"There is logic behind that......"
Eriol immediately recognized hesitation. "I have a feeling that is not all you want to say."
A chuckle resonated from the other line. "Eriol-kun..."
God, Eriol swore he heard the doctor purr...
"I'm a woman. I can't help but feel sorry about the way this girl's feelings are manipulated for our own sole purpose. It's a little selfish, is it not?"
"Ah,ah,ah," Eriol said, wagging his forefinger, though he knows that the person on the other line could not see it. "Personal attachment with the subject is strictly forbidden, as I have told you before, Tomoyo-san."
"Still, I can't help......"
"You are to be this girl's guardian. You have to be emotionally guarded. You don't want to end up dead, do you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I can't be shocked that you do not know," Eriol replied. "The government did everying to keep this fact hidden, but, 24KU12A isn't exactly perfect."
"Isn't exactly perfect...?"
"She may have been the first positive subject, but, I'm afraid that the command software inside of her was a bit..... should I say... damaged when it was installed."
"Damaged?"
"Very much so. If this girl comes across an emotion equally as strong as love, such as affection or sorrow, that might trigger the activation of the command as well."
"You mean....?"
"You must know, Dr. Daidouji, that when this girl woke up, she destroyed the entire laboratory of Experiment C412D- C4PTO12. There were no survivors. Except for the subject herself."
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"How are you feeling today, Sakura?"
Until now, a couple of months after the subject had woken up, Hatori still wasn't used to calling the girl with a different name. But it is only fitting. After all, not only the name was changed, but also the entire person altogether.
Dull green eyes rose to look at him as the head lolled to the side, in a display of confusion.
"H...Ha...to...Hatori-sen..sei?" the girl questioned, her voice a little weak, but better than nothing at all.
Well, at least she remembered his name now, Hatori reasoned, as a small smile crept toward his lips. Guilt's giant claws had suddenly decided to give his heart a small space for beating. Somehow, she had made a great development today.
The girl smiled, albeit, crookedly but a smile all the same. She pointed to herself, all the while saying, "Fine." Then, much to Hatori's great bewilderment, she inquired, with great effort, on his own well-being as well. (Which mostly involved his friend pointing her forefinger at him and saying "Fine, too?" It took a while for Hatori to realize what she was trying to say.)
"I'm fine, thank you for asking," Hatori replied, handing the subject the blueberry muffin she had been eyeing for a while now.
With a grateful sigh, the subject happily settled down, blueberry muffin in hand.
A great improvement, indeed.
Kana would be ecstatic once he told her this over tea. And then, he'd probably be receiving a happy congratulatory kiss from his wife, after that. His smile widened at the thought.
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It was snowing in the place where the Chinese government had decided to send two squadrons to set up barracks. The mountains were covered in white sheets as more and more cold, white flakes descended from the sky.
It was colder as well, as winds blew time after time, shaking the tents of the military, making them feel the cold, even after they threw on the warmest article of clothing they possessed. Harsh luck, was what the soldiers would call it.
And in this dreary November morning, harsh luck seemed ever present in one of the base camps as rumors spread like wildfire of their general's foul mood.
Indeed, the harsh November wind did nothing to abate Syaoran Li's anger. Not if today marked and sealed his seventh failed attempt at spying on Japan.
He was, to say the least, livid.
The once brave Chinese spy cowered in fear before the general as he stuttered explanation after explanation for his, as the general has so bluntly put, failure.
"I've had enough of this," Syaoran hissed, preventing the frightened man to speak any further.
"You might have been aware of this, or you might have not, but failure," Syaoran paused to smirk as the man winced. "Is something I simply do not tolerate within my army ranks. You have been relieved of your position and are not allowed to fight in any future campaigns and conquests lest you redeem yourself. Now leave. And don't ever show your face to me again."
Syaoran smirked again at the way that man didn't even bother to exchange pleasantries as he stumbled outside the tent.
"A rather crude way of treating to a failure, don't you think, Syaoran?" a smooth, honeyed voice said as the tent flaps opened to admit the other Chinese general.
"Unlike your well-trained army, my men still have a long way to go, Syusuke," Syaoran alledged, acknowledging the smiling man's presence.
His fellow general was definitely nothing like Syaoran himself. In fact, if Syaoran were asked to describe him truthfully, Syaoran would flippantly say that Syusuke Fuji was very much like a girl.
He had a lithe body, skinny little arms, a petite waist, a cream complexion, absurdly feminine facial features and to top it all off, honey-colored tresses ending abruptly near his shoulders, that Syaoran had more than once wondered, if this man was fit to be called a man at all.
And yet, the very same effeminate man won China most of its territories, defeated China's greatest enemies and secured the Chinese government's safety from mutinee at the young age of sixteen. No wonder he was called a prodigy... a genius. You wouldn't want to cross his path when he was pissed. If he swore your death, then, you'd be sure to never see the next light of day, again. So, of course, no less had been expected from his best friend.
And, of course, Syaoran gave in willingly to their demands, such that, at the age of fifteen, he had won more than fifty campaigns and had become one of China's most revered and feared generals, alongside his sixteen-year-old friend.
A scoff. "Was that a compliment on my behalf, Syaoran?"
"I'd like to think of it as an insult directed to myself, rather than a compliment to you."
Yes, they were best friends. But that doesn't stop Syaoran from thinking that Syusuke was sometimes a little on the obnoxious side. It wasn't like Syusuke didn't have any apalling thoughts of Syaoran, anyway. It's a complicated little friend-complex they shared.
An elegant snort. "Of course, if I want something done right, I'd rather do it myself, to ensure total success."
Syaoran pretended to choke as he punched his friend lightly in the arm. "Confident, are we?"
"Give me at least one reason to why I shouldn't be."
"Bastard," Syaoran teased playfully, as he got up and rummaged his trunk.
"May this adorably handsome bastard know what you're up to now, Syaoran?" Syusuke asked, cocking his head to the side, his eyes still closed.
"If I want something done right, I'd rather do it myself, to ensure total success," Syaoran quoted.
His friends eyes opened to reveal two unearthly cerulean orbs. "Just what are you planning to do?"
"If seven professional spies couldn't find out what Japan is up to," Syaoran started, holding Syusuke's gaze. "Then maybe China's youngest general could."
Syusuke smirked. "Then I'd be expecting victory in our campaign after you come back then."
Syaoran smirked, as well. "Of course."
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TBC...
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There... –pants- I added in another wayward character, from Prince of Tennis this time. So, basically, I just said (or typed) that to explain who he was to those people who don't watch POT. I'm sorry. I simply love Fuji's sadistic, tensai (that means genius) character.
Oh, and I honestly forgot what fruit Sakura likes to eat due to recent worrying-about-my-grades trauma, so, yeah, blueberry muffin...-insert sheepish grin here-
Also, I don't know when winter comes in China or Japan, and I don't feel like researching either, so if I got the month wrong, just tell me.... Anyway, this is just a made-up story... with a made-up weather pattern....
Tee..hee...
Always remember, that adorably cute purple button is just waiting to be pushed....
After all, a review a day keeps muscle pains and writer's block away...
Signed and sealed,
Blue-feathered Wings