ALL THE SINGLE LADIES, ALL THE SINGLE LADIES. Sorry, I just broke up with my boyfriend today. Anyway, here's the next chapter. –yawn-
"Someone's coming for her?" Kurogane repeated. Sadness swam through Fai's deep blue eyes as he remembered the state of his cousin. "She screamed and screamed, begging not to be hurt or touched. I've been waiting so many years to finally see her again, and when I do she's in absolute agony. What the hell happened to her?" Fai replied sadly. A dark expression crossed Kurogane's eyes, "We've been searching for quite a few missing people lately, and we often find them dead. Perhaps these murders are connected to Sakura's case and Tomoyo's." Kurogane suggested. "Perhaps…" Fai wondered off, deep in thought about his cousin. "I'll get the other agents on the case-it's worth looking into." Kurogane said gruffly, leaving the room. "Thanks." Fai replied.
Syaoran entered Sakura's room, finding her painting a picture instead of making flowers. She was skilled, even with her level of insecurity; each brush stroke was short and precise, and everything looked completely realistic. She didn't need anything to go off of, just her own imagination and mind. He sat down beside her, watching her paint. She was painting a picture of a girl in a white dress that seemed to have blood stains on it, and in the girls hand she was holding a dark red rose with blood dripping down the stem. The girls' hair was long, wavy and a light brown, stopping at just below the waist line. "You're an incredibly talented artist." Syaoran commented. She looked up at him and smiled, but didn't say a thing. He watched as she painted a hedge with roses growing from it, and most notably the thorns that emphasised everything. "What made you decide to paint this particular picture?" he asked her. She stopped for a moment, and placed her brush down. She pointed to a note pad in his pocket and then to his pen. "You want to write your answer?" he asked. She nodded, and so he handed her the note pad and pen. She scribbled something down quickly and handed it back to Syaoran; it read: Just another way to express myself. "You won't talk?" He asked. She shook her head; she hadn't spoken since her visit with Fai. The progress he'd made with her speaking to him had just been shot down hill, and he felt deeply disappointed in himself. "How would you feel if you had a friend to be with you while I'm not here?" He asked. She held her hand out, a questioning look in her eyes. Once again, he handed her the note pad and pen. But I have you, was what was written on the paper. "Someone other than myself." He answered. She scribbled down something and then held the pad up. I don't understand. She wrote. "What do you think of your nurse, Chii?" He asked. Is she your friend too? "She is-I've known her since I was young." Syaoran replied softly. She thought for a moment, then scribbled something down. Then I don't have to worry about her attacking me? He looked at her eyes; fear filled them, just like whenever someone else Sakura didn't know would walk in by accident or Syaoran would ask about others. "She would never do that; she's a very kind person. She'd be a good friend for you to have." I promise I won't scream when she's here anymore. It wasn't what Syaoran was hoping for, but it was in fact, progress.
As usual, he did his normal check up on Sakura, and then left her so that she could continue her painting. He was tired, and in need of sleep. He jumped as he felt a hand slam down on his shoulder, turning to see Chii standing there with a tray of medication. "Go home and sleep-Sakura can't have a doctor that can't look after her due to him being sick." Chii ordered. "But my shift doesn't end till-
"Go. Home. Now." Chii smiled, a hint of irritation hanging over her head. He guessed that she probably conned Fai into allowing him to go home early for rest or something. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine." He muttered. "Good boy! See you tomorrow then." Chii smiled, sending him off. He left, tired and fatigued from his seemingly never ending shifts.
Once Syaoran got home, he instantly went straight to bed to get his much needed sleep. He threw his bags down at the end of his bed, undressing and getting into something suitable to sleep in. He fell asleep almost instantly, his sleep consumed by dreams.
Sakura sat in her bed looking out the window; she looked better than ever with her emerald eyes radiating soft warmth towards him. Cherry blossom petals fell through the window with the soft spring breeze, her hair softly moving with the wind as she turned to face him. She smiled, lips moving. Syaoran couldn't hear her words-they were silent to him. Suddenly the scene distorted, replaced by a picture of a handsome young man-his eyes were two different colours; red and purple. His hair was short and silver. His eyes were cold, and he had an evil grin on his face.
Syaoran woke with a start, the late morning sun shining in through his window and onto his face. Remembering his dream, he picked up his phone and checked the time-it was almost twelve in the afternoon. "Shit." He got out of bed, quickly having a shower and rushing back over the hospital. All he could think about was the scream at the end of his dream-he was sure it was Sakura's voice.
He got there, finding the entire ward in chaos. Chii was running around giving out orders for the other nurses and doctors, rushing around everywhere in distress. She looked up to see Syaoran, and a look of relief fell over her. "Syaoran, thank god you're here! Sakura's gone missing!" Chii exclaimed. A feeling of dread erupted inside Syaoran. "What-how?!" he demanded. "I don't know-one minute I was there and she was asleep, and I left the room for a mere moment! I came back and she was gone-her window was wide open!" Chii explained hysterically. "Calm down, I'll go find her-how long ago did she disappear?" Syaoran asked. "I don't know-maybe about ten, fifteen minutes ago?" She answered. "Alright-she can't have gone too far. I'll be back as soon as I can with Sakura." Syaoran handed Chii his bags and left, running out into the cold winter winds.
That's it for now. Please review, I'm literally deprived of all motivation.