Chapter four
A/N: Hello again I was really hoping to get more reviews for this story. But then again i can't really force you to, so i rest my case. Please help me out by reviewing. It would really boost me in writing Hidden Blood. Thanks for reading
Disclaimer: No, i don't own Cardcaptor Sakura, but i really love the story.
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Previously:
"Sakura! Let's go! Dinner is getting cold!" Koji yelled to her.
"Coming!" She yelled back. "Bye you." She said as she wiped her face. She gave him one last pat before shutting the stall and racing Koji to the house.
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A trapdoor creaked as the hinges allowed it to open towards the ceiling. Dust flew into the air, causing the amber eyed person walking up the stairs sneeze.
"Oh man." Syaoran said, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. He crawled up through the narrow passageway into the attic. He took the hook on the trapdoor and pulled it back until he found the chain he knew was there to keep the door from falling back down. He latched the hook and chain together and stood up straight.
Dull light shone in through the tiny window in the corner of the room. Syaoran searched around for the candle Aunt Maya usually kept up here. He found it and lit it with a match he brought with him. The light lit the room slightly. He wasn't supposed to be up here, but he had something on his mind that wouldn't leave him alone.
The dream…
Syaoran wondered what it meant. The attic began to get stuffy, so he set the candle down next to a trunk labeled "secret." It must not be that secret if they tell you, he thought. He began by clearing off the dust and random objects that were covering the lid. He then gently lifted the heavy wood and peered inside.
Photographs and notebooks were scattered all over in the trunk. Faces beamed at him that looked years old. He reached down and pulled out a photo that was beginning to fade.
"What the…?"
He looked closer and noticed that one person was almost gone.
Two adults each held a small newborn in their arms. A tall man with glasses stood over a woman with long flowing hair. She was lying in what looked like a very big bed, smiling at the bundle of blankets in her arms. At least that's what Syaoran thought. He wondered who these people were.
Who were they? Why were they labeled "secret?" Who was the faded person?
Syaoran kneeled over. His head began to pound, and his vision became blurry. His hand went to his forehead, and he pitched forward.
The gust of air blew out the candle. Moonlight came in through the window across the teenaged boy lying sprawled on top of the chest full of secrets that were about to reveal themselves.
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"Syaoran!" His name was being called over and over again. "Syaoran!"
Where was the voice coming from? Who was calling him?
Syaoran opened his eyes. Not seeing anything, he closed them and tried again. Darkness. He reached out with his hands, but felt nothing. He was alone.
Syaoran began to panic. Where was he? He tried yelling, but there was no answer, not even an echo.
He began to run. He didn't care where he was going. Sweat rolled down his neck, soaking into the sweatshirt he had on. His footsteps made no noise at all as he continued.
Finally, he stopped. The darkness continued to stretch on for what seemed like forever. He was getting nowhere. His breath came in gasps as he sat down in the darkness. At least the ground was steady.
For the moment…
Syaoran cried out as the floor beneath him just disappeared. He fell down through the dark. After a few minutes, images flashed all around him. His eyes widened as he saw himself right before his eyes. Suddenly, his face changed completely. Well, not completely. A girl's face now stared at him. She looked a lot like him except for the hair and the eyes. She opened her mouth as if to scream.
"Syaoran!" The voice came from behind him. He was still falling as he tried to turn around.
The image faded and he felt his feet touch solid ground.
"Where are you? Answer me!" He called out. He began to jog in the direction the voice was coming from. It got louder, and he was able to realize that it was a girl's voice. Was it the girl he just saw?
Time passed and just as Syaoran was about to give up, he saw her again.
The girl was sitting on her knees with her back to him. Her brown hair was a mess and the loose shirt and pants she was wearing were torn. She was trembling.
Her voice seemed to echo around him.
"Help me! Please!"
Syaoran reached out for her, planning on trying to comfort her. Just as he touched her, she disappeared. He heard hoof beats behind him, charging in his direction. He turned around and saw three men on horses race at him. He threw himself to the side just in time to avoid being run over. He lifted his head and was shocked by what he saw.
It was the girl. He couldn't see her face, for it was face down as she was being carried across the saddle. She wasn't moving. More hoof beats followed. Syaoran turned to see an unsaddled horse following the men.
He gasped as it headed straight toward him. There was nothing he could do. He threw his hands over his head and waited for the horse to run him over. He screamed.
Silence…
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Syaoran jerked awake. He was soaked in sweat and his breathing was heavy. That dream again. What did it mean?
He lifted himself up off the trunk and relit the candle. He glanced inside and noticed the photo was gone. He began to panic and moved things around, searching for it. His hand slipped off the side of the trunk and he fall forward. The palm of his hand hit the bottom and he yelped in surprise.
"What's this?" Syaoran's hand brushed against an envelope, so he took it out and held it up. It looked really old. He opened the letter inside and read:
"Dear Maya,
We are truly sorry for placing this burden on you. We are very grateful to both of you for taking our son in. Our daughter is in the careful hands of someone else. Please come to us with any problems you might have.
With love,
Your brother"
"What? But they said…" Syaoran didn't know what to say. He was so confused. First the girl in his dreams, then this letter.
Syaoran sighed. His head started to hurt again. He rearranged the things in the trunk and tucked the letter into his pocket. He wanted answers.
The candle flickered as Syaoran closed the lid and set the few objects back where he found them. He carefully made his way back to the trapdoor where he came in. He set down the candle and reached behind the door to unlatch it. He held the door up until he squeezed through and blew the candle out.
The trapdoor closed and locked with a click.
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A/N I must say I'm very disappointed with the lack of reviews. The only reason I haven't updated in so long is because I thought my story was really bad in your eyes. My sister showed me how to look at how many people look at each chapter and I saw that some people actually read it. Next time please review. I want to know that my story has a meaning. Thank you, Alchemistwings