Sacred Flower

By Winter Child

Disclaimer: Are you kidding me? If I owned CCS, I would have thousands of people worshiping the ground that I walk on. And right now, that ain't happening

He woke up to find her next to him.

Considering his little reverie that had been going through his mind the other night, one could say he was not exactly as calm and collected as he usually was.

Truth be told, the poor guy looked more like tomato.

Deciding to get up, he washed up at the river, hoping to come out of his trance when the extremely cold temperature of the water hit his face. Too bad it didn't work. Going in search of food was next on his agenda, but with incestuous thoughts still stuck inside his (what he now deemed incredibly sinful) mind, all of his training was now temporarily lost, and finding food proved harder than said He first tried to catch wild rabbits or hares; of course, never being around animals, he had no idea how fast they ran. All he knew about them was from a couple of text books that he never really studied all that much because he thought that he would never be in a situation where he would need it. How very wrong he was. The rabbits and hares didn't seem like they wanted to be eaten and did everything in their power to make sure of that. Most of them out ran him; the others stayed and well… kicked him in a place that didn't need to be kicked. And so, catching them proved futile. He then saw some birds eggs, big birds eggs that looked incredibly tasty… too bad there was also a bird guarding the nest, and the bird didn't look exceedingly happy to see him. And so the hunter became the hunted with a very lovely magpie chasing him around try to eat, claw and peck his face. In the end he managed to find some disgusting (but edible nonetheless) berries and caught some fish which he roasted on a spike with what he hoped was ginger.

She woke up to find a boy next to her.

Flinching at the sudden throbbing pain that entered her head when she tried to get up, she immediately collapsed onto the floor, attracting attention from the nearby figure. Turning towards the disturbance, Sakura took this time to analyse the (what was to her) an exceedingly good looking

He was well built but not overly done up with muscles. Slender, like a dancer. She thought He had chestnut brown hair with his bangs just falling over his eyes. His skin was really fair, like the place he had come from didn't have a lot of exposure to light and his eyes were the deepest shade of hazelnut. Twin intense brown orbs that one could drown in. His eyes are the best part of him, she mentally declared.

He must be an angel… and I must be heaven.

Feeling incredibly tired and slightly nauseated, Sakura decided to try and go to sleep again to calm her throbbing head. Murmuring a small prayer, she humbly thanked the Lord for letting her go to heaven. but as sleep slowly took over her consciousness, there was still something troubling her. And she went to sleep thinking that maybe she wasn't really in heaven.

"Because if I am, why do I still feel so lonely and empty, why do I still feel so much pain?

"Are you an angel?" she asked with much difficulty.

Night had fallen; it was a clear summer sky with millions of stars shining above their makeshift campsite. Surrounded by a vast forest with only the moon to lead the way, two figures sat by a bonfire, one obviously startled at the others question.

-"Sorry, I'm not an angel." He said apologetically.

-"oh."

Her eyes, once hopeful twin pools of liquid jade; cast downwards, filled with melancholy. Syaoran suddenly felt incredibly guilty at his brash way of answering her question, which must have been an important one to put her in such distress and making her sad. Not knowing what to about the poor girl, he sat there in dumbfounded silence hoping she would break the ice that formed incredibly thickly between them.

"So I'm not really dead and we aren't really in heaven?"

"Um, yeah." He replied horror stricken.

He never really took into consideration that it might have been a suicide attempt and that she never wanted to live. He had stupidly assumed that she was in need.

"Well, this is gonna take all night," Syaoran thought to himself "I might as well get it over and done with."

"Are you suicidal, like, did you try to kill yourself?" he blurted.

-"in a way, yes I suppose." She answered sorrowfully "I was born with a defect that kept me locked away from the world; my mood affects the weather, like if I'm happy the sun will shine or when I'm sad the sky will rain. They took me from my parents and locked me up, and ran…tests on me." She paused and shuddered as the foul memories came back to her. "But what I hated most of all there was that I was treated as an animal, as a slut. There was a man there who would sexually harass me and, and…"

She was in hysterics; her voice grew louder at each passing word until she collapsed into a heap of tears. Syaoran stood there shell-shocked. Not knowing what to say he sat there and let her rest her head on his shoulder and tried to comfort her with soft murmurings about how she would be okay and how he would protect her.

"I've gotten my self in some deep shit." Syaoran thought to himself, unbelievably shaken at her story.

And so, as the light of the campfire faded away into ashes, Sakura finally cried herself to sleep on his shoulder. Under the dim moonlight he collapsed next to her vowing to protect her forever.

I know the ending is crappy, and I'm really sorry that I haven't updated in ages. It's just that I have a huge writers block and I've just moved houses and I've been bombarded with a mountain of school work and I've been sick lately and, and, and…

I'm really sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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