Our first and last Romance...
Summary: "I don't care who you are, I fell in love with you & I will continue loving you till the end of time" If only he had told her those gentle words the day he found out she was a model in disguise. After all, she loved him even if he was a heartless ex-con.
Disclaimer: I do NOT! Own Cardcaptor Sakura or its characters.
Main Pairings: Syaoran / Sakura
Author's Note: Thank you everyone for your kind reviews. I really appreciate it. They were all inspiring and motivating! =D ... Next Chapter is here so sit back and enjoy.
Chapter 2
Butterflies were in her stomach as she felt the jet touch down at the airport. She had not slept the whole night and she was starting to hyperventilate as the plane came to a stop. She grasped onto her chair tightly for some support and breathed in and out deeply, trying to calm herself down.
It has been such a long time since she last came here, ten years as a matter of fact and she was really nervous about meeting everyone again.
She never told them goodbye when she left, never wrote or called any of them and what was worse, was that her own brother, her own flesh and blood wasn't even informed about her departure till they had reached France. He was told the news pretty harshly by her step mom, saying that he will never see her again and that if he tried to make contact with her in any way, she will kill her.
She overheard them talking and she could hear the pain in his tone of voice.
Poor Touya.. She thought. She wanted to comfort him, tell him that she will be okay but it was very hard when her mother in law kept a very close watch on her.
One day she will get what she deserves... she said angrily to herself.
Her mother in law was a conniving witch because it was all planned out. With Touya away in college and having legal custody over her, meant she could do anything, including forbidding her to contact him as well or she would commit suicide.
She was young back then and she didn't want to be responsible for taking a life. Her brother would have to cope for now and when she was older, she promised herself that would one day she come back to him and be a family again.
That day was now...
Her trembling hand unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed her luggage beside her.
Step by step she headed for the exit.
The moment she got off the jet and stepped foot on the ground with her gold designer stilettos, cherry blossom petals swirled around her captivating her in its beautiful alluring scent.
She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply as she continued to inhale the intoxicating scent, smiling happily for the first time in who knows how long.
How she loved that smell.
She was definitely back home and back to where she really belonged.
She began to hum a tune her real mother and father used to sing to her when she was young and began walking with a spring in her step over to the taxi ramp.
The first thing on her agenda was to surprise her older brother and catch up on the years they lost and then hopefully get some long awaited sleep.
She sat down on her luggage as she waited for a taxi to arrive.
She waited and waited and waited.
Tapping her foot impatiently she began to wonder if she was in the right place.
What is taking so long? She asked herself looking at her watch. It's been almost two hours!
Sakura sat back down on her luggage dejectedly, thinking that she should have just gotten her brother to pick her up. Then again, she didn't know his number or anyone else's for that matter nor does she have a phone.
She shook her head at her hopelessness.
"Excuse me pretty lady" a childish voice spoke.
Sakura looked around and found a very young boy about five or six years of age, in tattered rags, tugging at the hem of her forest green halter neck dress. He looked at her starry eyed with his big brown puppy dog eyes.
Oh my gosh, he's so cute!
"Can I help you? She asked bending to his level and giving him a warm smile.
The little boy tilted his head towards her.
"Are you waiting for a taxi?"
Sakura nodded her head.
"My dad owns a taxi business a few streets away from here; you can get a ride with him if you want".
She raised one eye brow at him, in contemplation.
She'd been waiting for hours and the line for the taxi was getting long. What did she have to lose?
She looked into those puppy eyes and just couldn't resist them. He was so darn cute.
"Alright" she said getting up and extending the handle of her luggage so she could pull it. "Show me where your father works".
The little kid clapsed his hands together and jumped for joy.
"I will take your luggage for you" he said reaching out his hand over to her. "A real gentleman always holds a woman's bag for her".
Sakura smiled at how young and charming this little boy was. In her experience most of them were rotten little rats and always tried to annoy her till she went crazy. This one however, she liked.
She gave him her luggage handle with a slight hesitation. He was just as big as her bag and she wasn't really sure that he was strong enough to pull it. She was proven wrong however the moment he started to march away.
"My name is Chad, what's yours?"
"Sakura"
"Welcome to Japan Sakura" he grinned.
Too cute.
*Dream*
The rain began to fall down heavily from the heavens above. The wind blew wildly, while the lightning struck across the sky, lighting up the entire ocean for just a mere second.
A little boy about the age of five was in a boat that he and his father built together before his father had passed away, covered his ears from the deafening sound.
It seemed that he had lost track of time fishing for his mother's birthday dinner. He wanted to make it special for her since his father wouldn't be able to make it this year, but it seems that luck wasn't on his side. He had been fishing for hours and still he had not caught any fish and now the weather had turned bad.
Another lightning struck, and the waters became rougher.
As each minute passed and the waves crashed onto his boat, he grew more scared and frightened at the situation that he was in.
He was isolated in the middle of nowhere with no one to help him and save him from this nightmare but himself. He was all alone.
"Mama!" he yelled even though he knew that she couldn't hear him.
He began to cry as the wind pick up speed, sending shivers down his spine.
"Mama" he whispered hugging himself tightly, from the cold.
As he looked down onto the wooden boards he noticed that water had reached up to his ankles.
Fear became more evident in his eyes as he reached for a bucket and started bailing the water out of his boat. He knew that he was starting to sink.
As he continued on a hopeless task, a large shadow hovered above him.
Looking up, his amber eyes grew wide in shock and his body froze on the spot, dropping his bucket in the process. There in front of him was a gigantic wave, five meters high heading towards his direction.
"MAMA!" he yelled one more time as the wave crashed down onto his boat.
*End of dream*
...
That was when he awoke.
He quickly sat up from where he lay, panting heavily. He ruffled his hair to try clear his head and wiping the beads of sweat that were dripping from the sides of this face in the process.
That was the first dream that he had ever had from his childhood and it didn't seem to be a pleasant one.
He thought he could at least see a glimpse of his family in there, his mom, dad or maybe even any of his brothers or sisters if he had any but he couldn't be picky. Any dream is better than dream that he had would have to suffice for now. It was just another piece of the puzzle on finding his out true identity.
One question that did run through his mind was, why would anyone let a five year old child go fishing all by himself in open waters?
Shaking his head from his thoughts, he felt a sharp pain running through from the back of his neck right through to his lower back.
He cursed underneath his breath.
Last night he had fallen asleep on the park bench. It was quite hard and uncomfortable for his liking however, he didn't really have a choice or say in the matter. He had no roof over his head, no family, no friends, no money and no food. He practically had nothing but backpack filled with toiletries and a change of clothes. Those were his mere possessions and it made him wonder on how he was going to survive when they ran out.
He was seriously considering just committing another crime just to go back to jail. Life was easier there. Food and water was given to you every day, you could choose however you want to spend your time and not be expected to work, there was no need for money and people left him alone.
He decided against it however. He had a lot of unfinished business in his life and he will stop at nothing till he had fulfilled them.
He ruffled his hair in annoyance at his situation and stared off into the distance.
How was he going to survive?
He could try and find a job and start from there, but who was he kidding. No one would give an ex-con a job and the moment he got out of jail, no one wanted to be around an ex-con either. His release from jail was all over the media warning everyone to stay indoors or wear protection and as he walked by the busy streets, people made scrunched up faces, gave him frowns, glares, hid their children from him, women hid their purses and walked faster, while the men threatened to kill him with guns and threw whatever they could just to keep him away from them and their family.
The whole of Japan hated him and in return he hated them.
He was using all his will power to keep him composure and not do anything rash to them. He was on the verge of exploding though and one more assault on him could send him over the edge.
He got up and placed his hands into his pockets before walking off to the direction of the place he knew that he could find some sort of comfort in and escape the world. The place where as a child he would often think when things were on his mind, where he would calm himself down after people were picking on him and a place where he could be alone with no prying eyes scrutinizing him.
It was the place where he was first found.
Sakura had been walking for what seemed like miles.
The child in front of her continued on marching and singing, unaffected and oblivious to his surroundings.
"Are we near your fathers shop yet?" She asked tiredly, yawning in the process. "We've been walking for hours".
Chad looked at her blankly and nodded.
"We are almost there" he replied. "One more street"
One more street! , she asked herself in disbelief.
They had walked past almost a billion streets and still they were not there. It made her wonder what his definition of a street was.
She sighed.
What had she gotten herself into?
She closed her eyes and rubbed the side of her head with two fingers on each side to try and prevent a migraine forming. It was three in the afternoon and she had major jet lag. She hadn't eaten all day and she felt like she was just going to pass out. All she wanted to do was to have something decent to eat, have a refreshing and relaxing bubble bath and just fall asleep on a nice warm, comfortable bed.
How indulging would that be.
"Chad if you want I can carry my own luggage. I'm pretty sure you must be tired of pulling that thing around".
There was no response.
"Chad?" she asked one more time before turning around to find no one.
"Chad" she whispered.
Panic started to rush through her entire body, as she looked around for signs of the little boy. All her things were in the luggage, her clothes, shoes, passport, money, wallet and her true identity.
She smacked her head lightly at her stupidity.
Anyone smart enough could have seen through the Chad's plans. It was obvious by the way he acted and the way he dressed.
Feeling like a complete idiot she began to walk through the crowded streets weaving and dodging through people in search for her little luggage thief.
This has been a really bad day... she said to herself. It was her first day here in Japan and she was already lost in some unknown city and she had been robbed of her possessions.
What more could go wrong?
As she continued to search for a few more hours, she felt the need to just scream from the top of her lungs and rip something apart. But, just as she was about to give up, she heard that adorable yet annoying little voice.
"Selling an original and genuine Louis Vuitton luggage for fifty dollars" he yelled.
Fifty dollars? You've got to be kidding me.
Her once emerald now blue eyes looked over in the direction she could hear the voice from and anger rushed through her.
There he was rummaging through her luggage, looking for what seemed to be the expensive stuff like her glasses and shoes and selling them off to random passersby's.
As impressed as she was with his knowledge of designer labels and how expensive her things were, she wasn't going to let his cuteness get the better of her and with a serious face she stormed over to him.
"You little thief!" she said out of breath.
"Uh-oh" Chad said quickly closing her bag, leaving some of her clothes on the ground and bolted off.
"You buck teeth, nose picking brat! Come back with my stuff". Sakura was getting really frustrated.
He poked his tongue out. "Catch me if you can dinosaur" Chad teased and ran away from her again.
Dinosaur!
"Argh" she yelled in annoyance, stomping on the spot.
Everyone looked at her like she was crazy.
I am not a dinosaur!
Once more she chased after him.
What kind of manners did they teach kids these days?
Syaoran was walking through the back streets of the town hoping not to attract too much attention to him. He didn't need any more people minding his business and disrespecting him. Even though he was used to it, he just wanted a break for now.
Looking around, it seems that the place was deserted. There was no one to be seen and it was quiet, just the way he liked it.
The cliff that over looked the sea shore was in plain sight and he knew he was almost there. He closed his eyes and took a whiff of the fresh sea air that had intertwined with the hint cherry blossoms . The aroma would always calm him and relieve his stress whenever he felt down and he would often look off into the horizon and watch the day go by.
He opened his eyes and continued on walking to his tiny shipwrecked boat that he and his father had made before he passed away.
An engine began to rev loudly and the smell of burnt tyres over powered the scents he smelt before.
Syaoran came to a complete stop and immediately he became alert as his senses spiked.
His amber eyes darted from side to side to analyse the situation.
Within a few seconds, the air started to become suffocating with the burning rubber smell and the smoke that was released was getting thick around him.
He remained unfazed however and gave a grim look at the speeding blue sports car that came rushing towards him.
He couldn't make out who the driver was, but he couldn't care less. He was going to give them what they deserved for trying to mess with him.
It came with tremendous pace and just before it reached him, he quickly dodged its assault by rolling to his right, causing him to scrape the side of his head with a loose rock.
Quickly he got up from where he landed and turned around to face the blue car. He stood in a offensive position and was ready to attack the people in the car when suddenly he felt a warm liquid sensation move down his right cheek. He wiped the liquid with his fingers and looked down to find his hand covered in blood.
And that was when he snapped.
He clenched his fists tightly and gave a dangerous glare towards the two figures in the car. His blood was boiling and the anger he was suppressing all this time had come out. Even though he was restraining himself from doing something that he would regret, he quickly decided against it. He didn't particularly care anymore.
He tried so hard to be a good person the moment he walked out of those prison gates, and all he got in return was asses trying to run him over and kill him.
Well, he will show them.
No one tried to kill him and got away with it.
He placed a hand underneath his shirt and grabbed the gun that he was hiding all this time.
He looked at it and then aimed for the driver of the vehicle.
He just wasn't meant to be free. He was going to rot in prison for the rest of his life and he didn't really care. There wasn't anything good going for him anyway nor was there anything worth staying free for. He had nothing and no one.
He looked at the gun once more.
He only had one bullet left in his gun and he really didn't want to use it. He was waiting for the right time and now wasn't it. None the less he was going to use it anyway.
He wasn't going to back down. Once he put his mind onto something, he will stop at nothing to get it.
The car was only meters away.
With a determined look in his amber eyes, he began to pull the trigger slowly.
"Come back here!" a female voice yelled distracting him ever so slightly.
He was about to turn around and look for the owner of the voice when suddenly a little boy in rags, ran right in front of him, dragging around a luggage as big as he was. He gave Syaoran a scowl before running off and disappearing into the smoke.
Syaoran ignored what just happened and continued on what he set out to do.
The vehicle was almost near him.
Quickly he aimed for the driver once more and began to pull the trigger, when all of a sudden a girl with black hair and a green dress came running out of nowhere and tripped right in front of him and in the path of the car.
He started to get annoyed.
"Ouch" Sakura whispered whilst lying down on the ground. She scraped her left knee and blood started dripping out. "Stupid kids" she mumbled.
She just stayed on the ground without making an attempt to get up.
Syaoran cursed underneath his breath and looked at the girl on the ground and then at the car.
He only had seconds left and he had to make a choice seeing as the girl wasn't going to get up or move any time soon and get out of the cars way in time.
Shoot the driver and the girl gets ran over or save the girl and loose the opportunity to get revenge, he kept replaying to himself.
He looked at both of them and then cursed once more.
He was going to choose the first option, seeing as he didn't know the girl or gave a damn about her but decided against it for some unknown reason and quickly ran over to her and scooped her up in his arms just in the nick of time.
Sakura had practically blanked out the moment the amber eyed boy came rushing to her, looking all angry and annoyed. She had no clue as to why he had come along and picked her up from her comfort spot on the ground, until she heard the sound of an engine drive past them. Unconciously, she held onto him tight.
Syaoran never got to see the driver lose control of his car and drive into a building, wrecking not only his car but everything else it had crashed into. He was too busy trying to save both him and the girl.
Even if he dodged the car, the momentum from his dive made them roll on hard ground fast. Quickly he wrapped his arms around her body to protect her from the sharp stones and did everything in his power to try stopping, but it was too late. They had rolled over the cliffs edge.
"Ahhh" Sakura screamed.
To be continued...