Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ All I Need... ❯ In Darkness She's Lost ( Chapter 13 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

It was strange; around her there was nothing but darkness. The air was cold, and her chest felt heavy with each breath she took; yet she could feel the sweat that was forming on her brow.



‘Where am I?’ Sakura thought. Her arms and legs felt weighted down, and her head swam with flittering images of which she couldn’t decipher. She wished for some clarity, just some sign of where she was, and what had happened to bring her to this place.



Just faintly, like an intangible dream or memory she could sense a foreboding aura. It was swirling in and out of her range, evading her grasp in a taunting dance. She knew this aura. It had haunted her nightmares, and fed her images of death and despair.



‘I remember eyes, eyes that were blood red,’ Sakura mused. She looked around the dark landscape again, and wrapped her arms around herself. She could feel the ache of her body; it came in throbbing waves that made her cringe. She was detached from her body and yet at the same time she could feel its pain. She knew she was on the border of something, perhaps between life and death. She didn’t want to stray to far from where she was; she felt like if she stayed stationed in this strange darkness somehow she’d be all right.



‘Syaoran, I don’t know how. But I will come back to you,’ She pronounced to the darkness. She would just have to be patient, and hopefully it would pay off.










Syaoran woke with a start. He wiped at his brow and turned to gaze out his window. His dream, like all others had been about Sakura. Now it lies elusively at the back of his mind, yet one thing still swam through his conciseness. Sakura had told him something, something he couldn’t forget.



“She’s coming back. She’s just stuck somewhere,” He said aloud. He gave a shake of his head to clear the scrambled thoughts. She had spoken so clearly, she had told him to wait for her, that she was finding her way. She wasn’t sure how, but she was coming back. She was coming back to him.



“I’ll wait. I promise I will”.










Sakura gave a disdainful sigh. The darkness was still swimming about her, and the pain was now gnawing at her nerves. It was strange how she could feel her pain, and still sense things around her, and yet she couldn’t move or talk, or even open her eyes.



‘I can sense my power is weak, but it’s stronger then it was yesterday,’ She thought. She sighed inwardly, and glanced around. The strange darkness was starting to take shape; far off in the distance she could make out a doorway. In the crack showing beneath the door there was a light. It was dim, but bright enough to attract her eye. Sakura shifted from her sitting position on the ground, and slowly stood on wobbling legs.



It shouldn’t have been so hard for her to move around, yet she staggered and dragged her feet, trying vainly to stay standing. Sakura let out a curse as her legs gave way and she found herself on her knee’s, a shooting pain spreading across them and her back. She clenched her hands at her sides and steeled herself.



‘If I can’t walk, then I’ll crawl,’ She told herself. She started off again, slowly crawling toward the dark doorway.










Syaoran rubbed his temple and glanced again at the clock above the teacher’s head. He had another hour of this class, just one more until he could leave.




‘An hour, gods that’s to long,’ He grumbled to himself. His eye shifted back to the teacher, who still carried on with his lesson, unaware of Syaoran’s silent count down of the minutes.



In the back of the room a boy with deep blue eyes, watched his friend with an attentive gaze. He had noticed how the brown haired boy would easily drift from his studies to look at the clock, or out the window. His face always read stoic, but his amber eyes held a deep pain, and fretful glaze. Eriol knew of Syaoran’s constant fear for Sakura’s life, but he also knew that Sakura was on her way to recovery. It had been three weeks now that she had slipped in to a state of comatose. He wondered constantly when she would awaken. At night in his dreams he could sometimes sense her frustration, and growing strength. Though the ripples of her power where few, and often weak, he knew she was still very much alive. He just worried she was stuck somewhere in which she hadn’t yet to find her way out of.



‘Sakura’s a strong girl. She’ll wake up soon, I can sense it,’ He told himself.