A MUST READ AUTHOR'S NOTE:Just so I could clear confusion, that part where I wrote that Hatori still wasn't used to calling Sakura, well, Sakura, just simply means that Sakura was the name given to her by the Japanese government. Don't worry, you guys will know her name......later, much, much later. Be patient 'till then, ne? Oh, and the phrase there that said 'a couple of months after the subject had woken up' simply means a couple of months after Sakura was declared positive. You know, the only test subject who survived the experiment....yadda, yadda, yadda....
Replies to reviewers:
freyasakura: weeeeeeeee!!!!! I'm happy to know that you heart POT too!!!! –cries tears of joy- Oh, and yes, her mind is gonna develop from a child to an adult. (She's fifteen) And she speaks in this chapter now, too!! She just....uh...How to say it...? She simply.... well, just read, k? he..he.. Thanks for the encouragement.....XD
Anyway, enjoy.....
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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: No matter how much I beg, and plead and cry, I won't own CCS (and all those other anime characters).... EVER!
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II. SOBS
Syaoran smirked as well. "Of course."
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It's been a few days since Sakura met her new guardian. Dr. Tomoyo Daidouji, she introduced herself as.
Sakura's first impression of the woman was that she was too cheerful for her own good. Rattled on and on about things Sakura didn't even understand. Sometimes, she would even talk about these unknown objects she named 'dresses.' And how she thought that Sakura was cute and would be a great model for her works of art.
Sakura never understood why the doctor thought of her as "cute." Once, when she had the courage to ask Hatori-sensei what cute means, she was told that it implies that a person attractive in a child-like way. And that led her to somehow dislike the woman a little.
She was 15. Or at least, that was what she was told. A fifteen-year-old girl could hardly be called a child, right? Much less, cute. She wasn't some two-year-old girl who still wouldn't know how to walk and think things over for herself.
Sometimes, the woman would even insist on watching her eat and would freak out once she misses..... Kami-sama was she two? (AN: That means two-years-old)
But then, one day, Dr. Daidouji insisted that she needed fresh air and helped her outside. And Sakura was fascinated.
Outside her own little room was a completely different world.
Everything seemed alive and moving and colorful. And she could spend hours and hours just looking at it or talking to Tomoyo, who would tell her different stories about each of the fascinating creatures she'd see or would just sing a lovely melody that would always lull Sakura to a peaceful sleep.
It was then, that she realized, Tomoyo wasn't such a bad companion, after all.
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It was a few months later, when she was outside with Tomoyo, that things seemed a little, well, different. The trees had lost their usual green luster, the flowers refused to bloom and animals simply do not poke their little heads out of the bushes anymore.
"It's winter," was the only explaination she got. She made a mental note to ask Hatori-sensei what winter is later.
"What happens during winter?" she asked Tomoyo.
"Well..... you'll see pretty soon."
And soon, indeed, little white droplets suddenly fell out of the sky, covering everything in white blankets and sheets. They were cold, Sakura found out as she tried to catch the little things, but they only melted in her hands.
Tomoyo bent down and touched the whitened ground. "Snow."
"Snow," Sakura repeated, enjoying thoroughly the feel of the cold little things as they landed on her hair, her lashes, her skin. She giggled. "It's cold."
Tomoyo smiled. "Wake up early tomorrow, Sakura, and come here as the sun rises. It will be nice."
Sakura nodded eagerly.
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Sure enough, Sakura woke early next morning and dressed herself in the warmest clothes she could find. She ran all the way to the gardens, that, she was out of breath and extremely fushed when she got there.
But where was Tomoyo? She promised that she would come......
Her thoughts were cut off, as she watched the sun rise slowly in the sky in a multitude of magnificent colors. She gasped as she saw the garden slowly come to life. Frozen tendrils reflected off the sun's light and in a minute, everything was shining like there were diamonds all around her. Myriads of colors filled the garden and danced before her eyes, she felt like dancing herself. And the sky. It was so blue and seemed to be inviting her to touch it. It felt so close.
It was so beautiful. Peaceful.
She, once again glanced to the trees, only to find her gaze caught and locked in the gaze of a man. His deep brown eyes were captivating and his male features wonderfully outllined. His unruly chestnut hair only made him even more attractive to Sakura eyes.
She felt her heart beat much faster and louder than normal, that, she was sure, that man could hear it. She felt butterflies flitting happily in her stomach and heat suddenly found its way to her already flushed face.
The man smiled and she felt her heart skip a beat.
Then, she knew no more.
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Tomoyo ran all the way to the laboratory gardens. She was late. She was very late. Sakura must be very pissed, by now.
It was the fault of that stupid alarm clock. She even actually got out of her way to set it to a suitable time, only to find it broken in the morning. Okay, maybe, she should have checked if it was fine the night before, but it couldn't have been set if it was already broken, right?
Hell, she wouldn't even have woken up, if not for that mild explosion.
But that was the least of her worries. The explosion wasn't that huge. It probably was caused by something like someone putting the wrong chemicals together, or a great, big, heavy box falling down on the room above hers (She hoped that was not the cause, though, because if it was, those movers would be yelled on by Dr. Tsunade. Everyone knew that the departmental manager of the laboratory wasn't exactly a morning person.) It wasn't enough to cause too much a damage, anyway. But was enough to wake Tomoyo up, at the very least.
She was very much surprised, though, to find the general manager standing in the front lobby, a frown evident on her face. Her coat looked like it had been strewn carelessly and her hair, in their usual pigtails, looked very much in disarray.
She almost lost her footing as she skidded to a stop in front of the other doctor.
"Well, a pleasant morning to you, Tomoyo," Tsunade greeted, nodding her head in Tomoyo's direction.
"Good morning to you, too, Tsunade."
"Were you heading towards somewhere in particular?" the older doctor asked.
"Yes," Tomoyo answered and inclined her head to the direction of the garden.
"The garden?!"
Tomoyo suddenly felt uneasy at the elder's flabbergasted expression.
"Y..yes."
"But haven't you seen?"
"Seen what?" Tomoyo inquired politely.
Tsunade sighed and turned her head to look outside one of the wide windows of the laboratory. "The garden is no more."
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'How troublesome,' was Kyouya Ootori's first thought as he sighed and looked at the results of the tests in the clipboard.
He had to be woken up. And so early in the morning, too, to do some tests and look over some girl who was alright, to begin with. Plus, Hatori Sohma was here. He could have done much better than Kyouya could dare of dream of, and yet, here he was, studying these papers at 7:00 in the morning on a Saturday.
Oh, yes. Nothing made him more happy than spending a glorious Saturday morning doing tests in the lab, rather than sleeping in until the later part of the afternoon, when someone right here was present and could have done a better job.
A knock.
Kyouya sighed again. "Enter."
Speak of the devil. Hatori Sohma, in all his grace and glory entered the room, where Kyouya was, just a while ago, mulling over and entertaining thoughts of sleep.
"I assume you want the results?"
Exchanging pleasantries at a very early time in the morning was something Kyouya Ootori wasn't used to. And it won't be starting now.
"Yes."
"Perhaps it would be prudent to tell you to become even more guarded in the presence of your patient, doctor," Kyouya started.
Raising an elegant eyebrow, Hatori sat down and muttered a soft, "Excuse me?"
Kyouya smirked. "Your patient's results are all positive. Something has triggered the software inside her to activate, thus, the little garden incident a while ago."
"Are you saying...?"
Kyouya nodded. "I'm afraid your patient has fallen in love."
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TBC...
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Well, what do you think? I'm sorry if the chapter's not much. I'm in a sort of mini-writer's block phase here and I can't think of anything. (Oooh, btw, I'll give you guys a guess as to who Sakura fell in love with.... (I've given enough indicatora, haven't I? tee...hee.. And noticed two more wayward charcters? One from Naruto and Ouran, ne?)
Plus, classes resume next week, so I have to study. And study. And study. And study some more. At least, after I memorize the elements in the periodic table and master the thingies of mnemonics..... Chemistry, anyone?
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Blue-feathered Wings