Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Love your Enemy ❯ Chapter 2- Hurt ( Chapter 2 )

Love your Enemy

Chapter 2

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Ages: 15- Sakura, most of CCS & co

16- Syaoran, Hiroshi

In High School, 11th and 10th grade

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Humming birds sing cheerful melodies in a colorful garden of flowers. Laughing, I tuck a cherryblossom behind my ear and I twirl across the grass, with the warm sun against my back.

"Sakura!" someone calls. Turning around, I see Heroshi. Smiling, I run to meet him and throw my arms around his neck.

But then…

Darkness

Seeping in, through the cracks in my door. The air…so thick. I cannot breathe.

The blackness is forming in front of my eyes. Like smoke, weaving in and out…a devilish boy with blond hair and seemingly innocent blue eyes glides to me.

But he is not innocent. His eyes tell all, the very windows into his corrupt soul. He has hurt me. And he will hurt others after me. He is smirking, a malicious glint in his eyes.

"Go away!" I screech. I hold a pillow over my head, brandishing it as if it were a weapon.

Heroshi laughs. There is something in his hands. Something heavy, something black. Metal.

"Don't hit me!"

High over his head he holds it, threatening to bring it down upon me.

"You haven't told anyone?" he leers.

"No one," I lie desperately, hoping he can't see the panic in my eyes.

"You lie," he accuses. Blackness crashes down, and the last thing I see is Heroshi's scowl looming over my face...biting pain…

"Ahhhhhh!" Screaming, Sakura yanked off the bedcovers and jumped out of bed. That dream again. It always plagued her. Nightmares visited so frequently that they had became a second nature.

On the clock, the numbers flashed 5:00. School started at 9:00. Sighing, Sakura hopped in the shower and got dressed in her usual mundane skirt and ugly blouse. Then, she slipped on hideous glasses that concealed her exquisite emerald eyes. She wrote a note to otou-san and onii-chan so they wouldn't worry. Grabbing her backpack, Sakura left the house without eating breakfast.

She would study the daylights out of herself, skip two grades, and leave cruel Heroshi behind forever.

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At the library, Sakura was behind a thick stack of books when someone tapped

her on the back. "Aren't you the geek," commented a deep masculine voice. Whirling around, she saw mischievous amber eyes and chestnut brown hair.

"Tsk, tsk, Kinomoto. What are you doing here?" asked Syaoran, a glint of amusement in his tone.

Glaring, Sakura answered, "It's a public library. That means you're not the only one allowed."

Laughing, Syaoran ignored her and remarked, "Look at these books. Integrated Calculus and Metaphysics, Advanced Japanese X, Precocious History, …" Syaoran trailed off. Giving her a curious look, Syaoran questioned," What the heck are you doing? These are senior college classes."

Grabbing the books away from him, Sakura fixed the handsome boy with her most deadliest glare.

At Sakura's face, Syaoran burst out laughing. Sakura looked so queer…her face scrunched up and scowling…

"What's so funny?" Sakura demanded.

Shaking his head, Syaoran observed," You look so strange when you glare. Like there's something on your nose and you're trying to move it. You're not very good at frowning."

"And you are?" countered Sakura.

Immediately, Syaoran fixed her with a glare that could freeze fire and melt water. Gulping, Sakura sweatdropped and admitted," Fine, you've proved your point. Stop it. You're scaring me!"

His face back to normal, Syaoran assured, "See?"

Glowering at the boy, Sakura turned her back on him and continued reading in the book. But Syaoran snatched it from her and closed it.

Annoyed, Sakura ordered, "Why don't you go bother someone else? Don't you have anything better to do then tease a girl?"

Syaoran ignored the statement. "Why do you study all the time? All work and no play makes Sakura a dull girl."

"Damare!" yelled Sakura, "Why are you so annoying? Just LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Squinting his eyes at her, Syaoran pointed to Sakura's face. "What's that? There's something…

Eyes wide, Sakura looked down. Seeing nothing, Sakura scowled and looked up. When she did, she saw all the books on the table were gone, and that Syaoran was wearing an angelic expression.

"What did you do with my books??!" shrieked Sakura.

Grabbing her hand, Syaoran said mischievously," Come on. We're going to do something fun. How would you like something to eat?"

Just as Sakura was about to yell at him…

"Syaoran-kun? Where did you go?" a group of popular cheerleaders appeared in the library. One girl, in particular, with ebony black hair seemed especially worried. Blanching, Syaoran hid under the table.

"Sakura! You have to hide me!" hissed Syaoran.

Grinning evilly, Sakura asked," Why should I? Look how the tables have turned!"

Silence from Syaoran's side.

Laughing, Sakura added, "I see. This is the great Li-kun's fear. Maybe I'll just tell them that you're underneath the table, or subtly point and yell "li-kun"…oh the possibilities…"

Syaoran glared at her. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

He sighed. "Fine. What do you want?"

Pensively, Sakura began, "Let's see…I want you to leave me alone. Then, I want you to change all your classes so that I don't have any with you. Finally, I want you to make a fool of yourself in front of everyone. Oh, don't forget to clean my room for me and kiss the ground that I walk on."

"Blackmail? Isn't that a little harsh?"

Sakura indicated the chattering girls. "Well, what's more harsh? It helps when you put it all into perspective," answered Sakura helpfully.

Sigh. "Deal."

Laughing, Sakura muttered, "Yea right." Turning to the girl with black hair, Sakura called, " Syaoran's over here! Under the table!"

To Syaoran's frown, Sakura giggled," Sorry! It was too tempting!" Ah…sweet revenge! Taking her backpack, she left Syaoran to face the pack of wolves by himself. They descended upon him, like flies over jelly. Images of Syaoran's pained face floated to her, and Syaoran's misery kept Sakura happy for the rest of the day.

Sometimes, she forgot about all the terrible things that happened to her.

But her oblivious bliss never lasted long.

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The next day…

Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Sakura trudged reluctantly to school. She couldn't sleep for the dreams that tormented her, so she stayed up all-night and studied. University entrance exams were in a few months, and she wanted out of Tomoe High School. Too many memories. Sakura believed that once she lived faraway from Heroshi, the bad dreams would go away. At least, that was what she hoped.

Walking to her locker, her head was down so she didn't see the person who slouched against it. Until too late.

Someone grabbed her, shaking her like a morocco. "If it isn't Sakura," the deep voice leered.

Sakura knew that voice. It regularly appeared in her dreams, nightmares of darkness and hate. Heroshi.

Frightened emerald eyes met dull blue. "What do you want?" she asked shakily.

Heroshi stared at her. "You look…different." He moved nearer and pulled off her glasses. Nonchalantly, he smashed them across the row of lockers. They were broken. "That's better."

His face was close to hers. A finger went to her chin, caressing her cheek. Sakura convulsed at his touch. Her breath was coming in ragged clumps, and her hands were sweaty with fear.

"I want what's mine," he whispered.

Sakura could smell the liquor on his breath. He was drunk. She couldn't believe that she once thought he was handsome and nice.

"L-l-leave me alone," she stuttered. She tried to back away, but his arms encircled her, steel wires of imprisonment.

He leaned closer to her. She could smell his breath, and the strength of the alcohol. His mouth…it was coming closer to her. Inching with excruciating slowness. She tried futily to escaped his grasp, but it was fruitless.

Sakura panicked. She knew what he was going to do.

"Onegai…please stop." The tears were streaming down her face now. This would be her first kiss. She didn't want it taken away from her like this. Not with him.

She lifted her hand and slapped him.

Surprised, Heroshi drew away from her. This was the first time a girl had slapped him.

His face red from rage, he slapped Sakura harder, creating a large welt on her face. "Don't you ever do that again. Say you're sorry!" he demanded.

Even though Sakura was terrified, she stood her ground bravely. "No. I won't. You deserve exactly what you got."

He pushed her against the locker. Hard.

Sakura drew in her breath. No, she wouldn't let him see her pain.

"Say you're sorry!" he pressed harshly.

"N-n-n-no," repeated Sakura weakly.

Grabbing her arm, he slammed her brutally against the locker.

"Say it!" he screamed, more violently.

"G-g-go away," said Sakura softly. Her back felt like knifes had pierced through. The old wounds she had from the earlier attack opened, and caused even more pain.

He dug his fingers into her arm. Sakura could sense the bruises that would form there.

"Say it or I'll break you're face!"

Say it Sakura, her body was begging her. Don't. He must not be allowed to control you, reasoned her mind.

Both of her arms hurt terribly. They ached from the present attack, as well as the past one. He was clutching her…so tightly. Suffocatingly…

In the end, her body won out. The tears continued to fall down. "I'm sorry," Sakura whispered," please forgive me."

His grip finally loosened. Disgusted, he threw her on the floor, her face colliding with the harsh tile. On the ground she lay, sobbing quietly.

"You should be sorry." Glaring at the defenseless girl on the floor, Heroshi added, "If you tell anyone, you know what will happen. Ten times worse than this."

Silence.

"Well, did you hear me! Answer me!" he yelled.

Hastily, Sakura replied,"Y-y-yes."

"Good. I'll see you later." Satisfied, Heroshi strolled causally out, as if he had just finished a walk around the park.

Through the window, Sakura saw the sky was still dark. The moon that always gave her comfort was no where to be seen. Sprawled on the floor, the tears flowed freely, like a never-ending dam. It wasn't fair. No matter how she ran, Heroshi always caught up with her.

The wristwatch on her arm beeped. It was 6:00. Three hours until school started. No wonder the halls were desolate.

The legs underneath her refused to work. It was as if they had a mind of their own. When Heroshi had thrown her on the floor, her legs collapsed under the weight. It felt like something was sprained.

It took all of her will power to stand up again. Limping, she made her way to the library. The shattered fragments from her glasses were scattered on the floor in a million pieces, and teardrops littered the ground.

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Huddled behind a few dozen books, Sakura cried. Since others were in the library, she tried to muffle her sobs so that no one could hear. The large book opened in front of her helped to hide the tears and her red, sleep deprived eyes.

From the corner of her crimson eyes, Sakura saw a certain handsome, amber- eyed boy with tousled mahogany hair.

"Hey Kinomoto!" greeted a deep masculine voice, slapping her lightly on the back.

"Ouch!" shrieked Sakura, wincing. Remembering her disheveled and beaten appearance, Sakura buried herself deeper in the textbook. She hoped he wouldn't notice.

"What's wrong with you Kinomoto? What happened to the witty remark or smart comeback?"

Sakura said nothing. She pretended to be lost in the book, but the words started mingling with her tears and all she could see was a blur of black.

Onto the table the tears fell.

Drop

Drop

"You're crying." It was a statement.

Silence

Drop

Syaoran motioned to move the book from Sakura's face, but she held it fast. She refused to look at him. "What's wrong," he asked, more softly.

"Nothing," Sakura sniffed. She was still hanging onto the book.

Suddenly, he tore the book from her grasp. He gasped when he saw her, his mouth hanging open from shock.

Sakura…there was a pronounced red welt, in the shape of a hand, strewn across her face. Her glasses were gone. Her eyes were tired and scarlet, he suspected it was from all the crying she did. A few bruises were sprinkled here and there on her creamy face, but on her arms the bruises were more accentuated. A plethora of black and blue spots, he could barely see any flesh. Syaoran remembered how she had yelped when he tapped her back.

"Sakura, let me see your back," he demanded, glaring at her. How did she manage to get herself hurt? Did someone…beat her?

"No," she answered stubbornly.

"You owe me that much," said Syaoran quietly. His eyes were open, staring candidly into her forest-green ones.

Her turbulent ocean eyes lowered. Something about him…Did he really care? Wiping the tears, she slowly lifted the back of her shirt.

Syaoran stared in stupefied awe. "Oh…God."

Her back was completely black and blue, replete with innumerable bruises. A red gash completed the grotesque ensemble.

"Kuso na…dammit… What the hell happened?! Who did this to you?!!" yelled Syaoran angrily. Oh dear kami-sama…

Everyone in the library looked up from their studies, startled by the piercing voice. They saw a thin girl hunched in her chair, and a livid, yet worried, young man towering over her.

Sakura was so small, siting in the overlarge chair and crying against the table, her head cradled in her arms. For some reason, Syaoran's heart ached for her, broken into tiny pieces to see the agony she experienced. His enemy, yet he had to protect her. She was Sakura, the girl he had known forever. And was there something more?

"Come here," he said gently.

Looking up, Sakura was confused. Why was he speaking so kindly to her?

Tenderly, Syaoran brought her into his arms. There she stayed, crying unrestrained into his chest, where the pain and agony resurfaced. Her fragile arms enclosed his neck, and her slender frame fit immaculately into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Sakura, for what happened," said Syaoran sincerely, his amber eyes warm and true. How he wished he could take the pain away from her, and experience it himself. He would do it a thousand times without protest.

"It wasn't your fault," assured Sakura shakily, sniffling. When she lifted her head to see her savior, his amber eyes caught her attention. So kind…she didn't deserve this from him. She treated him like dirt, and look how he repaid her.

"Then whose was it? Who did this to you?" Syaoran prodded gently. Inside he was fuming. When I find out who the hell did this to her, I swear…he or she will pay dearly…Anyone who messes with MY Sakura…

Syaoran was confused by his thoughts. What's wrong with me? I don't like Sakura, she's not even a friend. Right? I'm supposed to hate her…and yet I don't. I feel a certain…protectiveness over her. Like if anyone harmed her, I would beat the crap out of them.

Sakura said nothing. She would never tell who had done this to her.

For now, she was just content to be held in his arms. His safe, strong, muscular arms…he would protect her…

Sakura knew that it wouldn't last; he was just being nice to her because of the injuries. But it still felt good, to have someone care about her, if only for a few minutes. She had no idea Syaoran could be so compassionate and considerate…maybe she had misjudged him.

Too bad he hated her. It would be nice to have him as a close friend.

Watching her eyes, Syaoran felt a wave of emotions flow over him. To see those lovely eyes sad…it was hell. He felt relief she was alive, and friendship, and…l-l-l-o-v…No, it couldn't be! Impossible. The day I fall in love with Sakura is the day pigs fly.

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To be continued…

AN- Sakura, Syaoran doesn't hate you!!! (ahem) ^_^ Well, what do you guys think? Does it suck, or is it good? It's kind of sad, ne? Please review, or I won't continue (soon) because I'm super busy! It's your reviews that motivate me to write and post chapters up quickly! It would mean a lot to me if I learned how you guys felt about this. Ja ne!