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I'm back with Chapter Nine! :D Sorry for the wait!
How has your summer been so far? (It's kinda hot this year...)
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Chapter Nine
The bell rang for the last time that day, signaling the end of school.
He had barely written down any notes from class. Instead, he was busy finishing a sketch of a girl. With a final flick of his pencil, the last strand of hair was in place and he leaned back, satisfied.
He looked up just in time to catch Sakura walking out the door. Everything about her was perfect. Her smile, her intelligence, her fitness. He jumped slightly when a hand touched his shoulder lightly. Heck! Wasn't he alone? He looked up and saw a girl with grey blue eyes and wavy ivory hair.
"Can we talk about what happened?" Katsu turned away, sighing.
"What is there to talk about? I broke up with you because I got sick of you." Tomoyo bit back her tears.
"But you promised," she said in an accusing tone. "You promised you wouldn't leave me! I loved you. I love yo-" She saw the sketch and her eyes widened. She grabbed her bag and walked out the door, brushing away her tears angrily. Katsu leaned back wearily.
Weren't promises made to be broken?
Syaoran leaned against the shoe lockers, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Oi! Hurry up!"
"Y-yes! I'm sorry!"
Sakura threw her home shoes on the floor and stepped into them. She gasped in pain and fell over while attempting to kick off her flats. Syaoran stared at her, frowning.
"Are you having a seizure or something?" His eyes widened when he saw her heels, covered in blood and puncture holes. "What the…?" He snatched her shoes up and saw the tack pins. He growled angrily. If he ever found out who did this…
Sakura whimpered quietly as he examined her wounds. "Syaoran-kun? I'm fine…I can still walk…it's no big deal. Really." He looked up at her in disbelief.
"Seriously? You've got blood gushing out of your heel and 'it's no big deal'?" She smiled weakly.
"You're exaggerating, right?"
"I'm exaggerating." She laughed quietly and struggled to stand up. As she applied pressure on her heels, she turned pale and beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead. Her knees buckled and she fell over. "Ouch…"
Syaoran picked up her book bag and shouldered it along with his own. He picked up her shoes and crouched down in front her of her, sighing.
"I guess there's no helping it. Get on." Sakura's eyes widened.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to carry you back home, obviously." He looked away, blushing slightly. "I don't want to do this! But if I leave you here, I might feel a little guilty, so get on!" Sakura hugged his neck and he stood up.
"Thank you." She murmured. Syaoran blushed and ducked his head.
"…you're welcome."
Beep. -Takeda Katsu-
Beep. -Delete Contact?-
-No- Beep.
Tomoyo flopped back on her bed, clutching her phone tightly. She wanted to get over him, but every time she tried, he was right there. Her phone started ringing and she looked at the screen, startled. -Incoming Call: Takeda Katsu- Frowning, she picked up.
"H-Hello?"
"Hey. I'm really sorry about what I said just now. Do you think you could forgive me?" She closed her eyes. His voice was a life saver. But at the same time, she just wanted him to stop. He was killing her.
"No. Katsu, you have to stop this." She heard him laugh and her grip tightened. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Well, please consider forgiving me, okay? I love you, Tomoyo." The line went dead and she crumpled to the floor. How could he say something like that so casually? He didn't like her anymore. She knew that.
But it was so easy to pretend that he still loved her.
Yukito was walking back home, holding a large bag of food.
As he passed by a row of neat houses, there was a dart of silver and a gold flash. He stumbled backwards and blinked rapidly. "Wha…what was that?" He got up shakily and collected his fallen goods, deciding that he was simply hallucinating. Suddenly, a pot of flowers fell from an open window above him, missing him by millimeters. His heart was pounding furiously. "I guess it's just not my lucky day today…"
As he passed by the row of Sakura Trees, he felt Yue struggling to get out. He closed his eyes and allowed the transformation. Wings grew out of his back and Yue jumped upwards towards the darkening sky, just as two silver arrows flew past the spot where he was seconds ago and embedded themselves into a tree.
He descended slowly onto a branch and pulled out the arrows, his eyes narrowing. They disintegrated in his hands, until he was holding nothing more but a handful of ash. He threw them away, bristling angrily.
"It'll take more to kill me…Clow Card."
It was awkward between the two of them.
He was well aware of her breath near his ear, the way she tightened her hold around his neck, her faint scent; everything. Ever since they left the school, they hadn't spoken to each other. But he needed to make sure…
"Hey. Has Katsu contacted you in any way? Does he talk to you all the time?"
"Eh? Um…well he texts me sometimes, but I don't really talk to him." He hadn't even realised how tense he was for her reply, but he let out a sigh of relief at her answer.
"Good. Don't talk to him. He's…" Syaoran trailed off, and Sakura could tell that there was something bothering him.
Her house came into view as he turned around the corner. He walked up the steps to her front door and Sakura reached out and pressed the bell. The door was flung open and Touya stood, holding a spatula. He pointed a finger at Syaoran.
"Brat! What the hell are you doing with my sister?"
"Shut up. She's hurt." He brushed past Touya and stepped out of his shoes before heading to the living room. He carefully set Sakura down on the sofa and turned to face Touya, who was breathing down his neck. Syaoran raised his eyebrows. "Wow, you look pretty macho, wearing that apron." He excused himself and left the explaining to Sakura. He had something more important to do. He needed to find Katsu.
Katsu…
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The next chapter will be a Special, so please look forward to it!
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