Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Another Place in Time ❯ Dreams are Memories ( Chapter 3 )

Another Place in Time

By Sujakata

Disclaimer: I don't own CCS or GW

AN/ hmm… I'm thinking that maybe I might bring Xiaolang (Syaoran) into the story, I'm not sure. It would be a great twist and… IF one of the G boys did like Sakura then there could be some kind of duel or something. Hmm interesting, anyway what do you guys think? I know I said that it wasn't going to be S&S but… they are so cute together! So… tell me what you want. WARNING: confusing ness

Chapter Three: Dreams are Memories.

Leilo looked around her room fearfully, but not because of the technology, Sakura had explained what most things were so she wasn't afraid of them. She was afraid to go to sleep. That's when her dreams came, when her memories resurfaced. Her memories of Taipei and… her child. Leilo closed her eyes tightly halting her tears, just thinking about what that monster had done to her small girl, she hadn't even had time to give her a name before he had torn her away from her grasp and snapped the infants neck.

~FLASHBACK~

Lightning split the sky angrily, lighting up the world for a brief moment to be cast back into the darkness, the rain pounded on the roof of the small house trying to slam into the room where a girl, no older then fifteen lay on a straw bed, blood soaking into the straw as she strained to stay awake. She was close to having the child and the man that had raped her was standing in the doorway. By his side glinted the blue sword with a hilt of silver. Pain increased and the girl screamed out in agony as she was forced to deliver the child by herself. A crying ripped the air and the girl collapsed back onto the straw. The man that stood by the doorway quickly crossed to the girl and child. Swiftly cutting the umbilical cord he pulled the baby to him to see it better. He sneered in disgust

"a girl, you little whore of a woman, you couldn't even do that right could you?" a back handed slap across the girls face made her aware of just how angry the man was.

"I'm sorry, I… there was nothing I could do to change what she is, please give her to me" The man looked at his wife for a moment before turning to his daughter

"all I wanted from you was a son! A damned son woman! I give you everything you ask for, I love you, I work hard, and this, This is all I get, a girl instead of a son! Its weak woman, weak just like you, and just like you it should be killed." The girls eyes widened in horror and she desperately tried to reach for her baby, her energy had been seriously depleted but she needed to get to her child.

"no, please, ill give you a son, just… please give her to me" the desperation in the girls voice made the old man laugh as he pushed the girl back onto the bed and stood over her as he held the child before him

"watch your child die" he snarled and brought his large hands to the crying child's neck and with a small crack the room fell silent. Tears fell from the girls eyes as she watched the man cast the child's lifeless, small body to the ground and he marched out of the small house and into the rain. Once he was gone the girl crawled off the straw bed and to the ground, carefully picking up the small dead child's body and held it to her chest, rocking it backwards and forwards softly singing to it, desperately clinging to the hope that it was just asleep, she looked asleep, she had to be asleep 'she cant be dead, no, please no, don't take her away from me, please.' The young girl sat there the whole night cradling the little girl in her arms whishing with all her might that she would live.

Morning came and with that the realisation that the child was indeed dead came to the girl still sitting on the floor. Her voice was hoarse from the child birth, from crying and from singing all night. Stiffly the girl stood up, not once taking her eyes off the child she held in her arms. Taking a shirt from a trunk in the corner she ripped it into several pieces and slowly wound it around the small body, tears washing away the blood that was still on the little girl. Once that was done the girl walked outside and finding a blossoming tree she knelt by it and carefully placed her child on the ground before digging a grave for her child with her bare hands.

The girl stood over the grave of her first child, pain in her eyes as tears continued to wind their way down her face to land on the grave of the small child.

"farewell my child

soft in my arms

down the gently flowing river

that carries you away

sleep until I find you

ill come don't you cry

peaceful in the flowers

that caress your pale, pale skin

never alone my child

the girl from my dreams

you are my hope, my life, my light

I will never forget you

ill find you my child

ill not stop searching

my little Aholani

this is my promise"

with a knife from the kitchen the girl engraved her child's name into the tree that she was buried under, the girls strange yellow/grey eyes lowered once more to her child's grave before she turned around, 'ill avenge your death Aholani, ill not be weak ever again'

~END FLASH BACK~

Leilo breathed heavily from the memory that had surfaced and taken her back to that time. She shuddered, if the others heard her during the night then there was going to be no secret about her past, it bothered her though that her memory had been so strong as to be almost real and she was still awake. Shaking off the thought she headed to her bed taking a small glance at the bed across the room from hers, Sakura was already asleep, a small smile on her face. 'if only I could sleep that soundly, that peacefully' Leilo sighed sadly and slipt into the covers and fell instantly asleep, only to be haunted by her past the entire night.

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Sujakata: ok, short I know, but there was background to Leilo, this was requested by my good friend 'Cookpot the wonderful cook'. Also a bit of embarrassing piece of information for my readers out there, I actually cried, well not real crying but I had tears in my eyes as I wrote this, oh hell, I cant believe how soft I am, but yeah, so if you didn't cry and hopefully you didn't since no one can be as sad as me, then don't worry, you still have a heart, I cried for the both of us, well yeah… ok just don't take notice of that bit of drivel. Also I did the poem, yeah me, aren't i creative so yes, give me the praise! Oh, and also sorry for last chapter with that font stuff, I was trying to see if I could actually do that, im not so skilled ehh.

READ: thankyou to my readers, but reviews would be welcomed, I want to know what you think!