Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ All I Need... ❯ Just A Little Faith ( Chapter 12 )
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By: BlueDayDreamer678 
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Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.23.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 534 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.23.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 534 | Status: Completed
“What a pathetic weakling. I’d of thought the descendant of Clow Reed would have more back bone then that,” Lady Marta chortled. She gazed into the portal before her, the blurred image of Syaoran’s hunched form swam before her.
“I’m disgusted that the Card Mistress would choose such a weakling as her protector. What a pathetic fool,” She said with a cluck of her tongue. With a flip of her hand the small portal disappeared and she turned to face the boy who stood beside her. His long deep purple cloak was wrapped heavily on his shoulders, and his hood hung in length down his back.
“What have you found out?,” She asked him, not acknowledging him in name, nor with her eyes. The boy’s gray eyes narrowed ever in the slightest way, before he answered in a monotone voice.
“Nothing much. The card mistress did seem to be very keen in picking up on my cloaked energy though. I believe that before you attacked her, she was searching for my energy,” He replied. Lady Marta smiled wickedly, and clasped her hands before her, resting her chin against them.
“Surprising. I’ve know many sorceress’ and magician’s in my time, but none have yet to survive one of my defenses,” She said. Though her tone did not convey it, deep in the recesses of her mind she feared the auburn haired girl. Her power was great, and pure. Something she hadn’t come across in centuries, and never had she seen such strength and control.
“The girl seems to be at ease with others around her. I’m changing your assignment,” Lady Marta said, finally turning her gaze to the boy beside her.
“Befriend the card mistress, in anyway possible,” She told him. Jinji nodded, and bowed to her before pulling on his hood, and dissipating into the thin air. Lady Marta raised a hand to her face, and wiped at her tired expression. She would not admit it to anyone, but even she had been effected by the amount of energy she had put into the blast she’d hit the card mistress with. She had used a large quantity of energy to finally dissuade the girl from probing farther into their midst. The girl was strong, and her power far to pure to be handle lightly.
‘This mission is turning out to be far more troublesome then it’s worth,’ Lady Marta grumbled to herself. She shook her head and then stood from her seat, silently and slowly making her way back to her large bedroom.
Syaoran was back by her side the moment school let out. He hadn’t waited for Tomoyo or Eriol, he couldn’t not when Sakura was waiting. His early arrival to no avail succeed in waking Sakura up. She was still as he had left her the night before, in a deep sleep, one that even the Doctors were stumped about.
“Sakura, you have to pull through this… please,” He begged quietly. Sakura didn’t react to his words, and he let his head rest once again on the edge of the hospital bed. He sighed , and cursed to himself. He should have done something, he should of sensed something. Perhaps if he had, he could of prevented such a thing from happening.
Syaoran became immersed in his thoughts, and didn’t even notice the pair of men standing outside the observation window in silence. One with light ask hair smiled sadly at the sight, and turned to the taller man beside him.
“It seems as though he is taking this pretty hard. Don’t you think, Toya?,” He asked. Toya sighed, giving a shake of his head. He knew all to well how hard the guy was taking it, but he wouldn’t admit he too sympathized for the younger man.
“I didn’t think he cared that much,” Yukito continued, “Syaoran usually controls his emotions so well. I believe his involvement with Sakura has really opened him up. Syaoran is a different person from that stoic boy we once knew”. Toya chuckled at this, turning to smile at Yukito.
“He’s still a Chinese Brat if you ask me. But, I guess he has changed. A little,” Toya admitted. Yukito shook his head at Toya’s adamant attempt at pretending he didn’t see the changes in Syaoran.
‘I know he’s different,’ Toya thought, ‘ Hell just look at him, he’s never shown such emotion, and this is all because of Sakura. She just has that affect on people’. He let his eyes trail up to his sisters face. He mentally winced as he looked at her pale completion, and the clear tubes stuck through her nose as way to help her breath. Sakura had never looked so helpless, and he was scared. Though he knew admitting it to anyone would only cause alarm, but he was. He didn’t want to lose his sister from this. She had a whole life ahead of her.
“She looks so fragile…,” Yukito said. His voice was soft, as his amber eyes trailed over Sakura’s still form. Yukito could feel in a tug in the back of his mind, as Yue tried to understand what was going on. Yukito looked up at Toya.
“Yue is worried. He wants to come and see Sakura,” Yukito said. Toya nodded, and then watched as Yukito went inside the room. Syaoran had jumped at the sound of the door opening, and Yukito talked to him for a few moments before Syaoran nodded hesitantly and got up to leave the room.
The moon guardian looked down at his mistress with a pained expression. Her aura was slow in recovering the energy she had expended while trying to deflect the dark power thrown at her, which had severely depleted her strength. Yue rested a cool hand upon the girl’s forehead, and gave a sigh.
“Mistress, you are healing slowly. I should hope you awaken soon, your plight has all your family and friends worried,” Yue said to the still girl. A flicker of emotion passed across the angel’s pale violet gaze. This emotion was affection. He’d never of thought he could feel that emotion again, but this young girl had captured his heart.
“Sleep well, young mistress,” The moon angel said. He let his eyes fall closed as he returned to his temporary form.
Yukito stood still for a few moments, a new understanding flashing across his eyes. Yue had let him a glimpse of his thoughts. Sakura had been attacked by a dark force, which caused her to use a large amount of energy. Luckily, Sakura’s will to live was strong, or surely she could have died from the attack.
Syaoran’s eyes drooped once again as his teacher continued to talk in a monotone voice. He found it hard to concentrate while he sat there in math. His mind was on Sakura, it had been a week since she’d fallen into a coma and he spent many nights laying awake thinking about her. The school had made an announcement about the accident, and now it seemed every time he went to see her there were more and more cards, or gifts left around her room. He was amazed at how many people knew and cared for her. But then again Sakura had that affect on people.
“Mr. Li,” The teacher called out. Syaoran looked up out of surprise and was met with a sympathetic look from his teacher.
“I think you should go see the nurse. You look rather pale,” Mrs. Kanga told him. Syaoran blushed faintly and then stood up gathering his things. He was glad for an excuse to leave, this class really wasn’t holding his interest.
Syaoran sat in the nurses office for a good twenty minutes before he was deemed healthy enough to continue with his classes. Though Syaoran didn’t go back to class, he just went out to the lunch area outside, and sat beneath a tall tree. The air was tinged with warmth, and he smiled as he leaned back against the rough bark of the tree.
‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me,’ He thought miserably. But, he knew the answer to this, he was worried about Sakura. He was worried she might not wake up, he was scared she might slip away from him.
‘I shouldn’t be thinking things like this. What would Sakura say?,’ He reprimanded himself. He gave a shake of his head, and then looked down at his hands thoughtfully. He gave a rueful smile.
“Sakura would tell me to be strong. She’d tell me to smile, and think of something happier,” He said aloud. He let out a breath of air, and shifted his hands through his hair, leaving them their as he rested his elbows against hi knees.
‘When is she going to wake up? Will she? And when she does, what if she has memory loss?’. These questions, among many else constantly ran through his head. He wanted just one to be answered. Just some clue to know that nothing else was going to happen.
“Can someone please, just tell me if she’s going to be okay?,” He whispered desperately. He gripped his head, and took a shuddering breath.
“She’s going to be fine”.
Syaoran looked up in surprise at the voice, but a sad smile crept onto his face when he saw Nira. She looked down at him with her clear blue eyes, and gave him an encouraging smile.
“What are you doing out here?,” She asked him. Syaoran sighed, shaking his head.
“I’m skipping class. I know, that’s stupid,” He replied. Nira giggled at this and took a seat in front of him. Syaoran felt a smile creep onto his face, this one genuine. It’d been a while since him and Nira had talked. She seemed to be the only one who could get through his depressed illusion.
“Yeah, that is stupid. But I’m doing it to… Well, only because you are. I saw you sitting out here on my way to English,” She told him, sitting back to rest her palms against the grass. Syaoran looked up to the sky, he let his eyes slid shut again.
“I don’t know why… but for some reason I feel somewhat lost and bored. I’m tired and sick of school. I just don’t know what to do with myself,” He said, his voice low. Nira watched him with sad eyes, he seemed so depressed.
“Syaoran, maybe you should take a day off. Go somewhere, and get your mind off of things. It may help,” Nira told him. Syaoran shook his head, and looked back at her, his amber eyes clouded with emotion.
“I can’t leave, not when Sakura’s in this coma. How can I leave her, she needs me to here, to help her. How can I save her and protect her if I‘m gone,” He said, his fist clenching in the dirt beneath him. Nira reached out and touched his knee, letting a mournful sigh escape her.
“You’re the one who needs saving. If you keep going on this way you’re just going to be consumed by this depression. Wake up, Syaoran. You need to get away from these bad emotions. Do this for Sakura, you’re not helping her if you fall even deeper into this void”. Nira’s words were strong, and the emotions behind them were of concern and knowledge. She too had dealt with depression. Syaoran had been the one to save her, and now it was only right she do the same for him.
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Syaoran’s gaze had shifted to his lap, his eyes shielded from view by his brown bangs. Nira watched him with her russet eyes, her gaze not wavering from his half hidden face. The neutral line on his lips now dipped with a frown, and slowly a tear rolled down his cheek to fall on the fabric of his pants, creating a small dark circle. Nira was somewhat surprised by this, and then she leaned toward him, to wrap her arms around his neck.
“It’ll be okay,” She told him in a comforting whisper. Syaoran let out a tired sigh and rested his forehead on her shoulder. Nira rubbed his back in a comforting motion as she felt his tears dampen the fabric of her shirt.
“How do you know?”. His voice sounded so broken, and shaky Nira pulled him closer to try and suppress the quake in his shoulders. She leaned her head to his shoulder and whispered into his ear the only thing she could think of to rid his worries.
“Sometimes you’ve just gotta have a little faith”.
“I’m disgusted that the Card Mistress would choose such a weakling as her protector. What a pathetic fool,” She said with a cluck of her tongue. With a flip of her hand the small portal disappeared and she turned to face the boy who stood beside her. His long deep purple cloak was wrapped heavily on his shoulders, and his hood hung in length down his back.
“What have you found out?,” She asked him, not acknowledging him in name, nor with her eyes. The boy’s gray eyes narrowed ever in the slightest way, before he answered in a monotone voice.
“Nothing much. The card mistress did seem to be very keen in picking up on my cloaked energy though. I believe that before you attacked her, she was searching for my energy,” He replied. Lady Marta smiled wickedly, and clasped her hands before her, resting her chin against them.
“Surprising. I’ve know many sorceress’ and magician’s in my time, but none have yet to survive one of my defenses,” She said. Though her tone did not convey it, deep in the recesses of her mind she feared the auburn haired girl. Her power was great, and pure. Something she hadn’t come across in centuries, and never had she seen such strength and control.
“The girl seems to be at ease with others around her. I’m changing your assignment,” Lady Marta said, finally turning her gaze to the boy beside her.
“Befriend the card mistress, in anyway possible,” She told him. Jinji nodded, and bowed to her before pulling on his hood, and dissipating into the thin air. Lady Marta raised a hand to her face, and wiped at her tired expression. She would not admit it to anyone, but even she had been effected by the amount of energy she had put into the blast she’d hit the card mistress with. She had used a large quantity of energy to finally dissuade the girl from probing farther into their midst. The girl was strong, and her power far to pure to be handle lightly.
‘This mission is turning out to be far more troublesome then it’s worth,’ Lady Marta grumbled to herself. She shook her head and then stood from her seat, silently and slowly making her way back to her large bedroom.
Syaoran was back by her side the moment school let out. He hadn’t waited for Tomoyo or Eriol, he couldn’t not when Sakura was waiting. His early arrival to no avail succeed in waking Sakura up. She was still as he had left her the night before, in a deep sleep, one that even the Doctors were stumped about.
“Sakura, you have to pull through this… please,” He begged quietly. Sakura didn’t react to his words, and he let his head rest once again on the edge of the hospital bed. He sighed , and cursed to himself. He should have done something, he should of sensed something. Perhaps if he had, he could of prevented such a thing from happening.
Syaoran became immersed in his thoughts, and didn’t even notice the pair of men standing outside the observation window in silence. One with light ask hair smiled sadly at the sight, and turned to the taller man beside him.
“It seems as though he is taking this pretty hard. Don’t you think, Toya?,” He asked. Toya sighed, giving a shake of his head. He knew all to well how hard the guy was taking it, but he wouldn’t admit he too sympathized for the younger man.
“I didn’t think he cared that much,” Yukito continued, “Syaoran usually controls his emotions so well. I believe his involvement with Sakura has really opened him up. Syaoran is a different person from that stoic boy we once knew”. Toya chuckled at this, turning to smile at Yukito.
“He’s still a Chinese Brat if you ask me. But, I guess he has changed. A little,” Toya admitted. Yukito shook his head at Toya’s adamant attempt at pretending he didn’t see the changes in Syaoran.
‘I know he’s different,’ Toya thought, ‘ Hell just look at him, he’s never shown such emotion, and this is all because of Sakura. She just has that affect on people’. He let his eyes trail up to his sisters face. He mentally winced as he looked at her pale completion, and the clear tubes stuck through her nose as way to help her breath. Sakura had never looked so helpless, and he was scared. Though he knew admitting it to anyone would only cause alarm, but he was. He didn’t want to lose his sister from this. She had a whole life ahead of her.
“She looks so fragile…,” Yukito said. His voice was soft, as his amber eyes trailed over Sakura’s still form. Yukito could feel in a tug in the back of his mind, as Yue tried to understand what was going on. Yukito looked up at Toya.
“Yue is worried. He wants to come and see Sakura,” Yukito said. Toya nodded, and then watched as Yukito went inside the room. Syaoran had jumped at the sound of the door opening, and Yukito talked to him for a few moments before Syaoran nodded hesitantly and got up to leave the room.
The moon guardian looked down at his mistress with a pained expression. Her aura was slow in recovering the energy she had expended while trying to deflect the dark power thrown at her, which had severely depleted her strength. Yue rested a cool hand upon the girl’s forehead, and gave a sigh.
“Mistress, you are healing slowly. I should hope you awaken soon, your plight has all your family and friends worried,” Yue said to the still girl. A flicker of emotion passed across the angel’s pale violet gaze. This emotion was affection. He’d never of thought he could feel that emotion again, but this young girl had captured his heart.
“Sleep well, young mistress,” The moon angel said. He let his eyes fall closed as he returned to his temporary form.
Yukito stood still for a few moments, a new understanding flashing across his eyes. Yue had let him a glimpse of his thoughts. Sakura had been attacked by a dark force, which caused her to use a large amount of energy. Luckily, Sakura’s will to live was strong, or surely she could have died from the attack.
Syaoran’s eyes drooped once again as his teacher continued to talk in a monotone voice. He found it hard to concentrate while he sat there in math. His mind was on Sakura, it had been a week since she’d fallen into a coma and he spent many nights laying awake thinking about her. The school had made an announcement about the accident, and now it seemed every time he went to see her there were more and more cards, or gifts left around her room. He was amazed at how many people knew and cared for her. But then again Sakura had that affect on people.
“Mr. Li,” The teacher called out. Syaoran looked up out of surprise and was met with a sympathetic look from his teacher.
“I think you should go see the nurse. You look rather pale,” Mrs. Kanga told him. Syaoran blushed faintly and then stood up gathering his things. He was glad for an excuse to leave, this class really wasn’t holding his interest.
Syaoran sat in the nurses office for a good twenty minutes before he was deemed healthy enough to continue with his classes. Though Syaoran didn’t go back to class, he just went out to the lunch area outside, and sat beneath a tall tree. The air was tinged with warmth, and he smiled as he leaned back against the rough bark of the tree.
‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me,’ He thought miserably. But, he knew the answer to this, he was worried about Sakura. He was worried she might not wake up, he was scared she might slip away from him.
‘I shouldn’t be thinking things like this. What would Sakura say?,’ He reprimanded himself. He gave a shake of his head, and then looked down at his hands thoughtfully. He gave a rueful smile.
“Sakura would tell me to be strong. She’d tell me to smile, and think of something happier,” He said aloud. He let out a breath of air, and shifted his hands through his hair, leaving them their as he rested his elbows against hi knees.
‘When is she going to wake up? Will she? And when she does, what if she has memory loss?’. These questions, among many else constantly ran through his head. He wanted just one to be answered. Just some clue to know that nothing else was going to happen.
“Can someone please, just tell me if she’s going to be okay?,” He whispered desperately. He gripped his head, and took a shuddering breath.
“She’s going to be fine”.
Syaoran looked up in surprise at the voice, but a sad smile crept onto his face when he saw Nira. She looked down at him with her clear blue eyes, and gave him an encouraging smile.
“What are you doing out here?,” She asked him. Syaoran sighed, shaking his head.
“I’m skipping class. I know, that’s stupid,” He replied. Nira giggled at this and took a seat in front of him. Syaoran felt a smile creep onto his face, this one genuine. It’d been a while since him and Nira had talked. She seemed to be the only one who could get through his depressed illusion.
“Yeah, that is stupid. But I’m doing it to… Well, only because you are. I saw you sitting out here on my way to English,” She told him, sitting back to rest her palms against the grass. Syaoran looked up to the sky, he let his eyes slid shut again.
“I don’t know why… but for some reason I feel somewhat lost and bored. I’m tired and sick of school. I just don’t know what to do with myself,” He said, his voice low. Nira watched him with sad eyes, he seemed so depressed.
“Syaoran, maybe you should take a day off. Go somewhere, and get your mind off of things. It may help,” Nira told him. Syaoran shook his head, and looked back at her, his amber eyes clouded with emotion.
“I can’t leave, not when Sakura’s in this coma. How can I leave her, she needs me to here, to help her. How can I save her and protect her if I‘m gone,” He said, his fist clenching in the dirt beneath him. Nira reached out and touched his knee, letting a mournful sigh escape her.
“You’re the one who needs saving. If you keep going on this way you’re just going to be consumed by this depression. Wake up, Syaoran. You need to get away from these bad emotions. Do this for Sakura, you’re not helping her if you fall even deeper into this void”. Nira’s words were strong, and the emotions behind them were of concern and knowledge. She too had dealt with depression. Syaoran had been the one to save her, and now it was only right she do the same for him.
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Syaoran’s gaze had shifted to his lap, his eyes shielded from view by his brown bangs. Nira watched him with her russet eyes, her gaze not wavering from his half hidden face. The neutral line on his lips now dipped with a frown, and slowly a tear rolled down his cheek to fall on the fabric of his pants, creating a small dark circle. Nira was somewhat surprised by this, and then she leaned toward him, to wrap her arms around his neck.
“It’ll be okay,” She told him in a comforting whisper. Syaoran let out a tired sigh and rested his forehead on her shoulder. Nira rubbed his back in a comforting motion as she felt his tears dampen the fabric of her shirt.
“How do you know?”. His voice sounded so broken, and shaky Nira pulled him closer to try and suppress the quake in his shoulders. She leaned her head to his shoulder and whispered into his ear the only thing she could think of to rid his worries.
“Sometimes you’ve just gotta have a little faith”.