A CardCaptor Sakura Fanfiction
Standard Disclaimers Apply
Chapter One:
"I told you already, I don't want to go out with you! For heaven's sake, I don't even like you!"
An exasperated feminine voice rang out through the school's hallway. The speaker, a slender young woman who looked about 17 years old, swept through the hall, her black backpack slung over one shoulder as she tried to make her way out the building as quickly as possible.
Several students jumped out of her path, a few freshmen cowering in fright as they tried to hide themselves in their lockers as the girl passed through them. After all, Sakura Kinimoto, the young, rich, and lovely senior was capable of making their lives hell if anyone dared to further antagonize her at her present upset state. Apparently though, the huge, hulking male teen following her didn't seem to get it. He continued to pester her, asking her for a date, while some of his friends followed them.
Sakura blinked back tears as she strode past the doors of the building, shielding her eyes against the unexpected burst of sunlight that met her outside. Blinking again a few more times to adjust her eyes to the sudden brightness, she continued strolling through the courtyard, keeping her head down so that nobody would see her eyes.
For if they did, it would be known to everyone that she was crying.
And Sakura Avalon had promised herself that she would not cry.
Not anymore.
But even though she did succeed in stopping the flow of tears, she couldn't stop the flow of memories as they flooded her mind.
Three months ago, nobody would have bothered her for a date. It was a given fact that every Friday night, she and her boy friend, Syaoran Li, would be going out. She couldn't help a small, watery smile from making its way to her lips as she remembered him. Syaoran Li, the star soccer player of the school with the unruly dark brown hair, the mesmerizing amber eyes and the perfect smile that she had so loved.
The perfect smile that she would never see again.
Three months ago, she and Syaoran had been out on another of their usual Friday night dates. They were just cruising the streets, talking casually, laughing together about the amusing things that had happened during class. Syaoran was an excellent driver, precise and always careful, and she was letting her mind drift as they waited for the stoplight to change so that they could take their turn.
The light finally turned green, and Syaoran pushed down gently on the accelerator as countless other drivers pushed on theirs as well to start moving. At the middle of the intersection, though, Sakura heard it. The squeal of rubber burning on asphalt, the sound getting louder and louder as whatever was making the sound got nearer and nearer. and then came the deafening sound of metal crushing against metal as another car crashed against theirs.
Sakura woke up a day after the accident. In a tearful voice, Rika, her friend, told her that she was sorry, that the drunk driver, who had walked out of the wreckage with nothing more than a huge headache and a few scratches was now in police custody, that the doctors had done everything they could. and that Syaoran was dead.
No. No, he can't be dead. He can't be-he's Syaoran Li! He's not dead! She remembered herself saying wildly as tears coursed down her pale cheeks, staring up with lifeless eyes as her friend broke down into sobs beside her, even as she sank back down into dark, bleak, unconsciousness.
They told her all about it the next day, after she had woken from her drugged sleep. Gently, her father told her that Syaoran had saved her. He had thrown her body across hers at the last second, protecting her from the impact of the other vehicle crashing into theirs. They had immediately been taken out of the heap of burning metal and rushed to the nearest hospital. At the ambulance itself, Syaoran had said his final words.
Tell Sakura that I-he had stopped here, coughing blood as a paramedic tried to find a vein in his arm to give him painkillers. A frustrated young nurse, annoyed at how long the trainee was taking, took the injection and gave him the shot herself, bursting into tears as he said his final words. That I. love her. O-onegai, tell her that.
And he had died.
Sakura whirled around, her eyes flashing as she glared at the boy still following her. "Why don't you just quit bothering me?!"
"C'mon, Sakura," Chen laughed loudly, attracting the attention of some of the students passing by while more people stopped walking to watch the scene. "You must have gotten over Li by now. It's been three months!"
Sakura glared at him, eyes glinting dangerously as she glared at the cold and uncaring young man before her. "If ever I get over Syaoran, it will not be because I wanted to go out with someone like you," she hissed with contempt in her voice as the onlookers hooted at her words, some of them snickering at Chen. "Remember that."
The burly football player didn't want to accept the brush-off that Sakura had given him, and his face colored as he listened to the some of the other populars teasing him. When Sakura turned around to walk away from him, he grabbed at her arm forcefully, her backpack falling to the ground as he spun her around.
"Nobody talks to me like that, Little-Miss-Too-Good-For-Anyone-Else," he jeered at her, his hand on her arm tightening even more.
"Let me go!"
When Sakura lifted up her hand swiftly to strike him, Chen twisted her arm even more behind her back, making her wince a little as she almost dropped to her knees. He was about to drag her back to the school building when a calm and cold voice rang out through the crowd. "I believe she told you to quit bothering her. Why do you insist on pestering her if its obvious to everyone else that she doesn't like you, much less want to go out with you?"
The crowd parted in the middle, and the speaker was finally visible to all of them. Chen gaped at the young man who looked to be about their age standing there, his black hair blowing a little with the wind, his azure blue eyes glinting mysteriously behind his glasses. He had a nice body, and even though he wasn't all macho and muscle-y like Chen, somehow, he seemed to exude an aura that stated clearly that he knew how to take care of himself when needed.
Meanwhile, Sakura was staring blankly at him. In a choked voice, she gasped out, "E-Eriol?"
Standard Disclaimers Apply
Chapter One:
"I told you already, I don't want to go out with you! For heaven's sake, I don't even like you!"
An exasperated feminine voice rang out through the school's hallway. The speaker, a slender young woman who looked about 17 years old, swept through the hall, her black backpack slung over one shoulder as she tried to make her way out the building as quickly as possible.
Several students jumped out of her path, a few freshmen cowering in fright as they tried to hide themselves in their lockers as the girl passed through them. After all, Sakura Kinimoto, the young, rich, and lovely senior was capable of making their lives hell if anyone dared to further antagonize her at her present upset state. Apparently though, the huge, hulking male teen following her didn't seem to get it. He continued to pester her, asking her for a date, while some of his friends followed them.
Sakura blinked back tears as she strode past the doors of the building, shielding her eyes against the unexpected burst of sunlight that met her outside. Blinking again a few more times to adjust her eyes to the sudden brightness, she continued strolling through the courtyard, keeping her head down so that nobody would see her eyes.
For if they did, it would be known to everyone that she was crying.
And Sakura Avalon had promised herself that she would not cry.
Not anymore.
But even though she did succeed in stopping the flow of tears, she couldn't stop the flow of memories as they flooded her mind.
Three months ago, nobody would have bothered her for a date. It was a given fact that every Friday night, she and her boy friend, Syaoran Li, would be going out. She couldn't help a small, watery smile from making its way to her lips as she remembered him. Syaoran Li, the star soccer player of the school with the unruly dark brown hair, the mesmerizing amber eyes and the perfect smile that she had so loved.
The perfect smile that she would never see again.
Three months ago, she and Syaoran had been out on another of their usual Friday night dates. They were just cruising the streets, talking casually, laughing together about the amusing things that had happened during class. Syaoran was an excellent driver, precise and always careful, and she was letting her mind drift as they waited for the stoplight to change so that they could take their turn.
The light finally turned green, and Syaoran pushed down gently on the accelerator as countless other drivers pushed on theirs as well to start moving. At the middle of the intersection, though, Sakura heard it. The squeal of rubber burning on asphalt, the sound getting louder and louder as whatever was making the sound got nearer and nearer. and then came the deafening sound of metal crushing against metal as another car crashed against theirs.
Sakura woke up a day after the accident. In a tearful voice, Rika, her friend, told her that she was sorry, that the drunk driver, who had walked out of the wreckage with nothing more than a huge headache and a few scratches was now in police custody, that the doctors had done everything they could. and that Syaoran was dead.
No. No, he can't be dead. He can't be-he's Syaoran Li! He's not dead! She remembered herself saying wildly as tears coursed down her pale cheeks, staring up with lifeless eyes as her friend broke down into sobs beside her, even as she sank back down into dark, bleak, unconsciousness.
They told her all about it the next day, after she had woken from her drugged sleep. Gently, her father told her that Syaoran had saved her. He had thrown her body across hers at the last second, protecting her from the impact of the other vehicle crashing into theirs. They had immediately been taken out of the heap of burning metal and rushed to the nearest hospital. At the ambulance itself, Syaoran had said his final words.
Tell Sakura that I-he had stopped here, coughing blood as a paramedic tried to find a vein in his arm to give him painkillers. A frustrated young nurse, annoyed at how long the trainee was taking, took the injection and gave him the shot herself, bursting into tears as he said his final words. That I. love her. O-onegai, tell her that.
And he had died.
Sakura whirled around, her eyes flashing as she glared at the boy still following her. "Why don't you just quit bothering me?!"
"C'mon, Sakura," Chen laughed loudly, attracting the attention of some of the students passing by while more people stopped walking to watch the scene. "You must have gotten over Li by now. It's been three months!"
Sakura glared at him, eyes glinting dangerously as she glared at the cold and uncaring young man before her. "If ever I get over Syaoran, it will not be because I wanted to go out with someone like you," she hissed with contempt in her voice as the onlookers hooted at her words, some of them snickering at Chen. "Remember that."
The burly football player didn't want to accept the brush-off that Sakura had given him, and his face colored as he listened to the some of the other populars teasing him. When Sakura turned around to walk away from him, he grabbed at her arm forcefully, her backpack falling to the ground as he spun her around.
"Nobody talks to me like that, Little-Miss-Too-Good-For-Anyone-Else," he jeered at her, his hand on her arm tightening even more.
"Let me go!"
When Sakura lifted up her hand swiftly to strike him, Chen twisted her arm even more behind her back, making her wince a little as she almost dropped to her knees. He was about to drag her back to the school building when a calm and cold voice rang out through the crowd. "I believe she told you to quit bothering her. Why do you insist on pestering her if its obvious to everyone else that she doesn't like you, much less want to go out with you?"
The crowd parted in the middle, and the speaker was finally visible to all of them. Chen gaped at the young man who looked to be about their age standing there, his black hair blowing a little with the wind, his azure blue eyes glinting mysteriously behind his glasses. He had a nice body, and even though he wasn't all macho and muscle-y like Chen, somehow, he seemed to exude an aura that stated clearly that he knew how to take care of himself when needed.
Meanwhile, Sakura was staring blankly at him. In a choked voice, she gasped out, "E-Eriol?"