Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ All I Need... ❯ Big Boy's Don't Cry ( Chapter 11 )
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By: BlueDayDreamer678 
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.16.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 552 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.16.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 552 | Status: Completed
Sakura sighed to herself as she walked to her locker after school. Syaoran had gone over to the library already, where he was waiting for her to join him. She had stayed after school a little longer then expected after the cheerleading meeting. She had been wanting to join again, but now she had realized she had lost interest in the sport.
‘Syaoran’s probably worried, I’ve taken so long,’ She thought to herself. That lightened her mood as a small smile graced her lips. She came to stop at her locker, and twirled around the lock before it clicked open. Has she pulled out her books she became aware of someone approaching from down the hall. The faint sound of tapping heels against the tile floors bounced toward her down the empty hall.
The person came around the corner, and Sakura felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. A foreboding power emanated from this boy. He strode by her, without giving her a glance, his arms folded behind his back, a briefcase clutched in one hand.
Sakura watched as he came to a stop at a locker, and gently placed his case on the ground before turning to unlock his locker. All the while Sakura felt the urge to run. There was something about this boy that just wasn’t right.
He was tall and thin, his medium length hair that was as black as night, was tied back in a low ponytail, and his uneven length of bangs hung around his face, hiding his eyes as he leaned over his lock. He held himself like a regal man, his shoulders squared, and face void of emotion. He didn’t act the age he was.
Sakura pulled her gaze from him, and gathered her things quickly, before shutting her locker, and taking an alternate route to the school’s exit. His foreboding energy making her jumpy and unnerved.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he notice the card mistress’ unease. She had left in a hurry, taking a different route to the exit that stood behind him. She certainly had gained in power to have been able to pick up on his cloaked energy. The smile fell though as he tugged on his lock, and it did not open. He looked at the object with disdain before snapping his fingers and making it jump open.
‘How I hate school lockers,’ He thought contemptuously. He tugged out his texts and then placed them in his carrying case, and then he turned to leave.
Sakura looked over at Syaoran as leaned over his homework with a determined look. He was reading parts of some chapter in his history book, then jotting down a few notes and answering questions on a sheet. She admired his determination, and wished she could concentrate more on her homework. But she couldn’t not when that lingering feeling of foreboding evil still clung to her senses. She shivered unconsciously and gazed out a window nearby. Her eyes glazed over as she retreated into her thoughts.
‘He’s the boy from my class. I didn’t notice is energy this morning because I was to distracted. But now I know that he is part of something more. His energy is mixed with that of a stronger power. There is something he wants, or something he’s here for. But what?,’ She thought. She closed her eyes for a moment and started to search for his energy. Perhaps if she located him she could find the source of the evil that had yet to show it’s self.
She came to a sudden halt in her search as a image appeared before her mind’s eye. A pair of deadly crimson eyes narrowed at her, before a voice spoke in her head, in the most haunting manner.
‘Keep your dingy mind from my layer, you worthless being,’ The voice growled. Sakura reeled backward in horror and pain as a strong bolt of pure dark energy was sent through her body.
“Sakura!,” Syaoran shouted. Sakura was sent soaring through the air by some invisible force. Her limp body crashed into a library case, which toppled over with the force. Syaoran was first at her side, shouting out orders for an ambulance. His face paled as he saw the small trickle of blood seeping out from between her lips.
“What the hell happened? What could have caused that?”. He heard people shouting. Syaoran ignored them and took hold of Sakura’s limp hand.
‘What the hell just happened here?,’ Syaoran thought desperately. Sakura had been just staring off into space, when she sudden went pale, and a surge of dark energy pulsed. Before he knew what was happening she had been sent flying across the room by an invisible force.
They only had to wait twenty minutes before the ambulance arrived, and Syaoran accompanied her to the hospital. She didn’t wake up until they had arrived, and even then it was only for a few moments. Syaoran was beyond worried, and he made sure to call Sakura’s father the minute he arrived at the hospital.
Fujitaka sat in silent horror as he watched his daughter sleep. The quiet beeping of the heart monitor hooked up to her was the only sound in the background. Syaoran was standing outside, looking in through the observation window. He had just finished talking to the police, they had been called to deal with the strange incident in which they left undetermined.
‘She will wake up, soon. I just know it,’ He told himself. They’d been there for a few hours now, waiting in silent prayer Sakura would wake from her comatose.
Syaoran jumped as a hand rested on his shoulder. He turned to see Tomoyo and Eriol. Eriol looked sullen, and Tomoyo still had tears standing in the corners of her purple eyes.
“She’s going to be all right. She’s the strongest person I’ve ever met,” Tomoyo assured him. Syaoran smiled at her, and she embraced him, giving him an extra squeeze for comfort. Eriol looked through the window, and sighed.
“Yes. She certainly is strong willed. Syaoran… might I have a word with you?,” Eriol said, his gaze turning to his friend. Syaoran nodded, and he followed Eriol into a private and vacated room.
There was silence between the two of them for a long time. Eriol observed Syaoran, while Syaoran stared off with a vacant stare. Eriol broke the silence with a loud sigh.
“You know what caused this, don’t you?,” Syaoran asked, turning to look at the blue haired boy. Eriol nodded gravely.
“That pulse of energy was powerful, and if Sakura had been any normal girl she would very well be dead at this moment,” He said. Syaoran clenched his fists, and looked at the wall that stood between them and Sakura’s room.
“You mean if she hadn’t tapped into that power of hers, she’d have died. If she hadn’t accepted her new abilities, she’d have died from that,” Syaoran said, his nails biting into his fists as he clenched them harder. Eriol shook his head.
“No, that is not what I mean. Sakura was hit by an immense bout of dark energy. If Sakura hadn’t been as pure and good hearted as she is she would have surely fallen victim to the dark power. But her pure heart protected her, as well as her power. Sakura is an extraordinary girl, and she has far exceeded any of my hopes. She is indeed the most powerful and pure hearted sorceress of this world and quite possibly the next. You don’t seem to understand the extent of her power or the extent of the danger she will now have to live with,” Eriol explained grimly.
Syaoran was silent as he turned this over in his head, his hands fell limp by his side, and he took a seat in the chair standing behind him, as his legs threatened to give out beneath him. Eriol was silent as Syaoran lifted his hands to his face and let his raw emotion flow through his body.
Syaoran had cried only once before in his life, and that had been when his father died. But now was completely different, he cried tears of pain, understanding, sorrow, and fear. He was proud of Sakura’s strength, but he was also terrified that he could lose her to it. With power there is always the risk of someone wanting to use it. What would he do if someone were to take advantage of her, what was her life going to be like now that every power out there was going to seek her out. What would he do then if she was to lose herself in the battles ahead. What would he do if she died, when she was his only reason for living.
“Syaoran,” Eriol began. Syaoran wiped at his eyes, trying to brush away his weakness.
“Don’t say anything more. I just want you to tell me if she’s going to make it through all this crap. Is this battle going to be the last, or will more come? Will she be able to handle this, or will she crack and fall victim to the power that has now come to rule her life”. Syaoran quaked with his emotion as he said this, his hands shaking with fury and sorrow. Eriol remained silent for a long while, before he looked into his friend’s eyes.
“I haven’t the answers to those questions, you very well now that…,” He replied finally. “The only one whom can determine Sakura’s future, is Sakura herself”.
Syaoran nodded at this, and Eriol sighed silently. Outside a sudden commotion interrupted their quiet moment. They glanced at each other before exiting the room. In the hallway they found that Toya had arrived, and in a fury. He was shouting loudly about something, and Yukito was trying in vainly to restrain him from pulling open Sakura’s hospital door.
“What on Earth is going on here?,” A doctor shouted. Toya quieted at once, and then shoved Yukito off of him, and glared at the doctor.
“What the hell is wrong with Sakura?! Why doesn’t anyone here know, and why aren’t you helping her?!,” He shouted. The woman doctor, seemed to be ignoring his rude tone, and simply gave him a stern look.
“You, young sir shall need to keep you voice down, this is a hospital, not a zoo. As for you’re questions they will be answered when you have calmed yourself, and I suggest you do so soon. Other wise you will be escorted out of this establishment,” She told him. And then she turned on her heel and continued down the hall.
Toya huffed indignantly and folded his arms. His gaze them came to rest on the two young men staring at him. His eyes narrowed on them both, before zoning in on Syaoran. He seemed to stare him down, but stopped when he realized there was something a miss about the boy. Toya’s eyes seemed to soften as he looked at the boy’s paled complexion, and reddened eyes.
“Syaoran, are you feeling well?,” Yukito asked in concern, also noticing the boy’s paleness. Syaoran shook his head, a sad smiled gracing his features.
“I’m fine, Yukito. Thanks for your concern,” He replied to the older boy. Yukito smiled back at him and nodded. Toya still watched him, but Syaoran didn’t pay any mind to him as he turned to the observation window and gazed inside.
Fujitaka was talking with a male doctor as he checked out Sakura’s vitals. Fujitaka’s brow was furrowed in concern, and he seemed to be asking many questions, but wasn’t getting many answers.
“Have they let anyone else into see her?,” Eriol asked, breaking the silence. Toya turned his gaze to him.
“No, and they aren’t telling us anything about her condition. We can only sit and wait for word from my Dad,” He replied. Eriol nodded, both his gaze and Toya’s returned to watch Syaoran.
‘He’s taking this harder then expected,’ Eriol thought, seeing Syaoran’s slumped shoulders. Toya was thinking along the same lines, but he wasn’t sure how to look at this situation. He had been both surprised and anger at the sight of the Chinese brat. He hadn’t known that he’d come back, until Tomoyo had mention it had been him that had been with Sakura when the incident occurred. He had been all set to blame Sakura’s current state on the boy, until he’d seen him.
‘Who’d of thought he knew how to cry. I don’t believe I’ve ever known him to shown any emotion besides anger,’ Toya thought. Toya almost felt bad for the boy, he seemed to be almost fragile in that moment. Syaoran’s shoulders were slumped in defeat and his face pale. His usual amber eyes searing with determination now shown lack luster with sadness.
Fujitaka and the doctor finally exited the room. The doctor just nodded to the group before heading off down the hall, while Fujitaka let out a haggard sigh. Everyone turned to him, with the exception of Syaoran, whom continued to watch Sakura.
“They don’t know when she’ll wake up, but the doctor told me the bruises she sustained have cleared, and she is healing rather quickly, but still no one has been able to determine what was the cause for this,” He told them. Fujitaka’s eyes trailed to Syaoran, and they softened ever more.
“We can take turns visiting until the visiting hours have ended,” He said to them. Toya glanced at Syaoran, before letting out a sigh.
“Syaoran, you should go see her first,” He said. The boy looked at him somewhat surprised, he opened his mouth to protest, when Toya grabbed his arm and all but shoved him through the door.
Everyone stared in surprise at Toya’s actions but he just ignored them and pulled at the curtains that hung on the outside of the room. It was obvious to him that Syaoran needed to have a some time with Sakura. And he was willing to give it, because somehow he knew Sakura would need comfort from the boy.
Syaoran sat down on the chair that was pulled up beside Sakura’s bed, and rested his forearms on the bed. He took hold of her hand, gripping it gently, being careful not to disturb the iv needle that was stuck in the top of her hand. She was pale, but she seemed to have improved from when she had first arrived, her chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths.
“Sakura…”. He stopped himself, and took a deep breath to calm the emotions that were swelling once again within him.
“Sakura… I’m so sorry, that I couldn’t protect you,” He said quietly, his voice cracking ever so slightly. He kissed her hand, and pressed her fingers gently to his forehead, feeling their slight warmth.
“I’m sorry for all that lies ahead of you, and I promise I won’t ever abandon you. I swear it,” He told her. She didn’t move, but he got the feeling like she was listening to him. Even though she made no move to acknowledge his presence. Syaoran let his head hang forward and rest against the edge of the bed, his hand still gripping hers.
He let out a silent sob, and cursed his weakness as the tears made tracks down his cheeks. He hated crying, but he couldn’t help but feel so helpless in this situation. What else could he do, when these emotions overwhelmed him. So he just let go finally, and let the emotions flow, and the tears slip down his cheeks to soak the sheets beneath him.
Whoever said big boy’s don’t cry, obviously never knew what real pain was.
‘Syaoran’s probably worried, I’ve taken so long,’ She thought to herself. That lightened her mood as a small smile graced her lips. She came to stop at her locker, and twirled around the lock before it clicked open. Has she pulled out her books she became aware of someone approaching from down the hall. The faint sound of tapping heels against the tile floors bounced toward her down the empty hall.
The person came around the corner, and Sakura felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. A foreboding power emanated from this boy. He strode by her, without giving her a glance, his arms folded behind his back, a briefcase clutched in one hand.
Sakura watched as he came to a stop at a locker, and gently placed his case on the ground before turning to unlock his locker. All the while Sakura felt the urge to run. There was something about this boy that just wasn’t right.
He was tall and thin, his medium length hair that was as black as night, was tied back in a low ponytail, and his uneven length of bangs hung around his face, hiding his eyes as he leaned over his lock. He held himself like a regal man, his shoulders squared, and face void of emotion. He didn’t act the age he was.
Sakura pulled her gaze from him, and gathered her things quickly, before shutting her locker, and taking an alternate route to the school’s exit. His foreboding energy making her jumpy and unnerved.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he notice the card mistress’ unease. She had left in a hurry, taking a different route to the exit that stood behind him. She certainly had gained in power to have been able to pick up on his cloaked energy. The smile fell though as he tugged on his lock, and it did not open. He looked at the object with disdain before snapping his fingers and making it jump open.
‘How I hate school lockers,’ He thought contemptuously. He tugged out his texts and then placed them in his carrying case, and then he turned to leave.
Sakura looked over at Syaoran as leaned over his homework with a determined look. He was reading parts of some chapter in his history book, then jotting down a few notes and answering questions on a sheet. She admired his determination, and wished she could concentrate more on her homework. But she couldn’t not when that lingering feeling of foreboding evil still clung to her senses. She shivered unconsciously and gazed out a window nearby. Her eyes glazed over as she retreated into her thoughts.
‘He’s the boy from my class. I didn’t notice is energy this morning because I was to distracted. But now I know that he is part of something more. His energy is mixed with that of a stronger power. There is something he wants, or something he’s here for. But what?,’ She thought. She closed her eyes for a moment and started to search for his energy. Perhaps if she located him she could find the source of the evil that had yet to show it’s self.
She came to a sudden halt in her search as a image appeared before her mind’s eye. A pair of deadly crimson eyes narrowed at her, before a voice spoke in her head, in the most haunting manner.
‘Keep your dingy mind from my layer, you worthless being,’ The voice growled. Sakura reeled backward in horror and pain as a strong bolt of pure dark energy was sent through her body.
“Sakura!,” Syaoran shouted. Sakura was sent soaring through the air by some invisible force. Her limp body crashed into a library case, which toppled over with the force. Syaoran was first at her side, shouting out orders for an ambulance. His face paled as he saw the small trickle of blood seeping out from between her lips.
“What the hell happened? What could have caused that?”. He heard people shouting. Syaoran ignored them and took hold of Sakura’s limp hand.
‘What the hell just happened here?,’ Syaoran thought desperately. Sakura had been just staring off into space, when she sudden went pale, and a surge of dark energy pulsed. Before he knew what was happening she had been sent flying across the room by an invisible force.
They only had to wait twenty minutes before the ambulance arrived, and Syaoran accompanied her to the hospital. She didn’t wake up until they had arrived, and even then it was only for a few moments. Syaoran was beyond worried, and he made sure to call Sakura’s father the minute he arrived at the hospital.
Fujitaka sat in silent horror as he watched his daughter sleep. The quiet beeping of the heart monitor hooked up to her was the only sound in the background. Syaoran was standing outside, looking in through the observation window. He had just finished talking to the police, they had been called to deal with the strange incident in which they left undetermined.
‘She will wake up, soon. I just know it,’ He told himself. They’d been there for a few hours now, waiting in silent prayer Sakura would wake from her comatose.
Syaoran jumped as a hand rested on his shoulder. He turned to see Tomoyo and Eriol. Eriol looked sullen, and Tomoyo still had tears standing in the corners of her purple eyes.
“She’s going to be all right. She’s the strongest person I’ve ever met,” Tomoyo assured him. Syaoran smiled at her, and she embraced him, giving him an extra squeeze for comfort. Eriol looked through the window, and sighed.
“Yes. She certainly is strong willed. Syaoran… might I have a word with you?,” Eriol said, his gaze turning to his friend. Syaoran nodded, and he followed Eriol into a private and vacated room.
There was silence between the two of them for a long time. Eriol observed Syaoran, while Syaoran stared off with a vacant stare. Eriol broke the silence with a loud sigh.
“You know what caused this, don’t you?,” Syaoran asked, turning to look at the blue haired boy. Eriol nodded gravely.
“That pulse of energy was powerful, and if Sakura had been any normal girl she would very well be dead at this moment,” He said. Syaoran clenched his fists, and looked at the wall that stood between them and Sakura’s room.
“You mean if she hadn’t tapped into that power of hers, she’d have died. If she hadn’t accepted her new abilities, she’d have died from that,” Syaoran said, his nails biting into his fists as he clenched them harder. Eriol shook his head.
“No, that is not what I mean. Sakura was hit by an immense bout of dark energy. If Sakura hadn’t been as pure and good hearted as she is she would have surely fallen victim to the dark power. But her pure heart protected her, as well as her power. Sakura is an extraordinary girl, and she has far exceeded any of my hopes. She is indeed the most powerful and pure hearted sorceress of this world and quite possibly the next. You don’t seem to understand the extent of her power or the extent of the danger she will now have to live with,” Eriol explained grimly.
Syaoran was silent as he turned this over in his head, his hands fell limp by his side, and he took a seat in the chair standing behind him, as his legs threatened to give out beneath him. Eriol was silent as Syaoran lifted his hands to his face and let his raw emotion flow through his body.
Syaoran had cried only once before in his life, and that had been when his father died. But now was completely different, he cried tears of pain, understanding, sorrow, and fear. He was proud of Sakura’s strength, but he was also terrified that he could lose her to it. With power there is always the risk of someone wanting to use it. What would he do if someone were to take advantage of her, what was her life going to be like now that every power out there was going to seek her out. What would he do then if she was to lose herself in the battles ahead. What would he do if she died, when she was his only reason for living.
“Syaoran,” Eriol began. Syaoran wiped at his eyes, trying to brush away his weakness.
“Don’t say anything more. I just want you to tell me if she’s going to make it through all this crap. Is this battle going to be the last, or will more come? Will she be able to handle this, or will she crack and fall victim to the power that has now come to rule her life”. Syaoran quaked with his emotion as he said this, his hands shaking with fury and sorrow. Eriol remained silent for a long while, before he looked into his friend’s eyes.
“I haven’t the answers to those questions, you very well now that…,” He replied finally. “The only one whom can determine Sakura’s future, is Sakura herself”.
Syaoran nodded at this, and Eriol sighed silently. Outside a sudden commotion interrupted their quiet moment. They glanced at each other before exiting the room. In the hallway they found that Toya had arrived, and in a fury. He was shouting loudly about something, and Yukito was trying in vainly to restrain him from pulling open Sakura’s hospital door.
“What on Earth is going on here?,” A doctor shouted. Toya quieted at once, and then shoved Yukito off of him, and glared at the doctor.
“What the hell is wrong with Sakura?! Why doesn’t anyone here know, and why aren’t you helping her?!,” He shouted. The woman doctor, seemed to be ignoring his rude tone, and simply gave him a stern look.
“You, young sir shall need to keep you voice down, this is a hospital, not a zoo. As for you’re questions they will be answered when you have calmed yourself, and I suggest you do so soon. Other wise you will be escorted out of this establishment,” She told him. And then she turned on her heel and continued down the hall.
Toya huffed indignantly and folded his arms. His gaze them came to rest on the two young men staring at him. His eyes narrowed on them both, before zoning in on Syaoran. He seemed to stare him down, but stopped when he realized there was something a miss about the boy. Toya’s eyes seemed to soften as he looked at the boy’s paled complexion, and reddened eyes.
“Syaoran, are you feeling well?,” Yukito asked in concern, also noticing the boy’s paleness. Syaoran shook his head, a sad smiled gracing his features.
“I’m fine, Yukito. Thanks for your concern,” He replied to the older boy. Yukito smiled back at him and nodded. Toya still watched him, but Syaoran didn’t pay any mind to him as he turned to the observation window and gazed inside.
Fujitaka was talking with a male doctor as he checked out Sakura’s vitals. Fujitaka’s brow was furrowed in concern, and he seemed to be asking many questions, but wasn’t getting many answers.
“Have they let anyone else into see her?,” Eriol asked, breaking the silence. Toya turned his gaze to him.
“No, and they aren’t telling us anything about her condition. We can only sit and wait for word from my Dad,” He replied. Eriol nodded, both his gaze and Toya’s returned to watch Syaoran.
‘He’s taking this harder then expected,’ Eriol thought, seeing Syaoran’s slumped shoulders. Toya was thinking along the same lines, but he wasn’t sure how to look at this situation. He had been both surprised and anger at the sight of the Chinese brat. He hadn’t known that he’d come back, until Tomoyo had mention it had been him that had been with Sakura when the incident occurred. He had been all set to blame Sakura’s current state on the boy, until he’d seen him.
‘Who’d of thought he knew how to cry. I don’t believe I’ve ever known him to shown any emotion besides anger,’ Toya thought. Toya almost felt bad for the boy, he seemed to be almost fragile in that moment. Syaoran’s shoulders were slumped in defeat and his face pale. His usual amber eyes searing with determination now shown lack luster with sadness.
Fujitaka and the doctor finally exited the room. The doctor just nodded to the group before heading off down the hall, while Fujitaka let out a haggard sigh. Everyone turned to him, with the exception of Syaoran, whom continued to watch Sakura.
“They don’t know when she’ll wake up, but the doctor told me the bruises she sustained have cleared, and she is healing rather quickly, but still no one has been able to determine what was the cause for this,” He told them. Fujitaka’s eyes trailed to Syaoran, and they softened ever more.
“We can take turns visiting until the visiting hours have ended,” He said to them. Toya glanced at Syaoran, before letting out a sigh.
“Syaoran, you should go see her first,” He said. The boy looked at him somewhat surprised, he opened his mouth to protest, when Toya grabbed his arm and all but shoved him through the door.
Everyone stared in surprise at Toya’s actions but he just ignored them and pulled at the curtains that hung on the outside of the room. It was obvious to him that Syaoran needed to have a some time with Sakura. And he was willing to give it, because somehow he knew Sakura would need comfort from the boy.
Syaoran sat down on the chair that was pulled up beside Sakura’s bed, and rested his forearms on the bed. He took hold of her hand, gripping it gently, being careful not to disturb the iv needle that was stuck in the top of her hand. She was pale, but she seemed to have improved from when she had first arrived, her chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths.
“Sakura…”. He stopped himself, and took a deep breath to calm the emotions that were swelling once again within him.
“Sakura… I’m so sorry, that I couldn’t protect you,” He said quietly, his voice cracking ever so slightly. He kissed her hand, and pressed her fingers gently to his forehead, feeling their slight warmth.
“I’m sorry for all that lies ahead of you, and I promise I won’t ever abandon you. I swear it,” He told her. She didn’t move, but he got the feeling like she was listening to him. Even though she made no move to acknowledge his presence. Syaoran let his head hang forward and rest against the edge of the bed, his hand still gripping hers.
He let out a silent sob, and cursed his weakness as the tears made tracks down his cheeks. He hated crying, but he couldn’t help but feel so helpless in this situation. What else could he do, when these emotions overwhelmed him. So he just let go finally, and let the emotions flow, and the tears slip down his cheeks to soak the sheets beneath him.
Whoever said big boy’s don’t cry, obviously never knew what real pain was.