Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Poetry From The Mind, Love From The Heart ❯ Angels Dance and Devils Destroy ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

**My Shakespear language sucks so I couldn't do much. I hope you like this chapter! This is not
Yelen, just a made up mother (its one of Syaoran's obstacles to get to Sakura).**

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Chapter 2: Angels Dance and Devils Destroy

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"Where could she be? Damn this crowd!"

Syaoran was having a lot of trouble finding the girl named Sakura that he met earlier. His home
was over crowded with guests and relatives celebrating his eighteenth birthday.

"Syaoran!" he heard a voice cry.

He turned around to see his mother walking through the crowd, who parted a pathway for her, and
towards him.

"My son, where hast thou been?" she asked, gesturing towards some of the ladies who were looking
towards his direction with saucy looks on their faces. "Why are you not greeting some of our
guests?"

"Mother, please," he said. "I am highly not in the mood. You know I don't like
greeting..........them."

His mother frowned at him.

"I have done you a favor, my son," she said in an angry tone. "The least thee can do is pretend
thee appreciated my hard work to arrange this party."

Syaoran sighed.

"Alright mother........I'll go and.......greet them..........." he shuddered after his mother
looked away with a delighted look on her face.

"Excellent," she said happily. "Run along now, I need to talk with Duke Monte about a
certain........arrangement."

She placed her hand close her mouth and softly laughed; Syaoran always hated that laugh because
it means she is up to something. He watched her disappear into the sea of people and quickly
turned to continue his search for the Kinomoto girl.

"Drew.........please don't." he heard someone say.

"But darling, I can't resist you." said a masculine voice.

"Drew I mean it!"

Syaoran stopped and turned his head. He could see Sakura standing near the fireplace with a man,
taller then her, grabbing her arm and trying to pull her towards him. Syaoran felt a sudden rage
fill up inside him at the sight.

"Come now, no need to be shy, fair lady," said the man.

"Please let me go," she pleaded. "I told you I am not interested."

She gasped softly when he jerked her towards him and glared down into her fear filled eyes.

"I won't take no for an answer, darling," he said in a harsh tone. "You belong to me and will do
as I say."

"I believe the lady said no, sir," said Syaoran. "You should respect her wishes."

Both Drew and Sakura's head turned towards Syaoran's direction as he approached them.

"My lord," whispered Sakura, her emerald eyes widening.

"Sir, tis none of your concern what milady wants," growled Drew.

"It is my concern when this lady is in distress," said Syaoran, frowning at the man. "I will not
have harassment in my home."

Drew glared for a moment at Syaoran, then his eyes widened when he recognized him. He released
Sakura and bowed to Syaoran.

"Forgive me," he said. "I did not realize 'twas you............"

"Be gone from my sight, filthy dog." hissed Syaoran. "Your presence disgusts me. And you will
leave this lady alone."

The man coward from The Duke, turned tail, and walked away quickly. Syaoran turned his gaze to
the lady Sakura and his amber eyes softened.

"I'm sorry that brute was upsetting you," he said.

"I'm sorry I've caused you trouble," Sakura whispered as her eyes shifted to the ground. "I
didn't mean to disrupt you from what you were doing."

Syaoran offered his arm to her with a smile. "Don't not fret milady. Come, take my arm."

Sakura looked up and hesitated at first. Then, she slipped her arm around his and placed her
free hand upon his shoulder. Syaoran felt, a sudden, warmth spread through his body from the
touch of her hand. He gently turned her and guided her towards the ballroom floor.

"Will you honor me with a dance?" he asked her.

Her eyes once again widened and she muttered something under her breath.

"Beg your pardon?" asked Syaoran as he leaned closer.

".........I cannot dance," she whispered to him.

"Come now, tis not that hard," he assured her. "I'll lead."

Before she could protest, he led her onto the dance floor. The crowd of dancers saw their
lord approaching and gently danced to the side to give him space.

He took one of her hands in his own, placed one of her hands on his shoulder, and then placed
his hand upon her waist. She lifted her gaze to his as he gently guided her into a slow dance.

The musicians noticed that their lord has chosen a dance partner and stopped playing. They
quickly changed their song to a soft, piano and violin, solo that matched the movements of the
couple's dancing.

The crowd of dances also stopped and formed a circle around the two. Some watched with smiles
on their faces, while some; almost all the women, watched Sakura with dirty looks on their faces.

But both Sakura and Syaoran paid not mind to the spectators, they were busy dancing gracefully
on the dance floor and staring into each other's eyes as if it they were just the two of them in
the room.

About a minute later, Syaoran's mother stormed through the crowd with a frown on her face. She
interrupted their dancing by grabbing Sakura's shoulder and jerking her away from her son.

"Get your filthy, peasant hands off my son," she hissed.

"Mother, do you mind?" hissed Syaoran. "You're causing a scene."

"I do indeed, I will not have my son associating with this peasant!"

Sakura backed away from them both, her eyes wide and filled with a hurt expression. The crowd
around them softly muttered to each other.

"Mother, you have asked me to find a lady to dance with and I have," growled Syaoran. "What more
do you want?"

"If you were to dance with a woman," his mother said angrily. "I will judge her first before you
she lays a single hand on you."

"I am a man now," growled Syaoran. "You cannot control my life and mold me into what my father
was. I will never be like the bastard he was."

The entire room gasped as a cracking sound echoed through the room; Syaoran's mother had slapped
him. Syaoran did not look shocked at all nor did he move as he felt the stinging pain spread
through his cheek she hit.

"How dare you talk about your father that way," she said with a raged look. "He asked for me to
make sure you follow in his footsteps before he died and that is what I am going to do; it was
also in his will."

She turned her attentions to the spectators and yelled, "This party is now over! My son is being
ungrateful. Please leave my home, immediately."

As the people turned to leave some of them had disgusted looks on their faces from Syaoran's
mother's behavior while others were muttering 'The boy needs a good whipping'.

When his mother wasn't looking, Syaoran grabbed Sakura's hand before she could leave and
whispered to her, "I have a friend named Eriol, go to him and he will take you to the Constance
Crow. I will meet you there later tonight."

He pointed over to Eriol who was helping his wife stand up from the couch. "His wife Tomoyo is
very kind and will take care of you. Please trust them."

"But I-" protested Sakura.

"If that man bothers you again, I will personally deal with him," he said softly. "Please trust
me. Tell your father that it is a request from me; I'm sure he'll understand."

She stared at him for a moment, then nodded her head. He gently took of his family's ring and
took her hand. He slipped the ring onto her index finger. She gasped and gazed at him.

"Show him this ring and he will know I have told you to go to him," he whispered to her. "Go
now, dear lady. Do not fear them; they are very friendly."

As she hurried towards Eriol and his wife, Syaoran turned his attentions back to his mother with
a frown. His mother looked up at him with her hands on her hips.

"Disobediate son," she said in a harsh tone. "How dare you embarrass me like that."

"'Twas not my fault, mother," he said in a calm voice. "I was not shrieking like a banshee nor
trying to make a scene. I was merely having a dance with a lady. You on the other hand were
embarrassing yourself."

"A peasant lady!" shrieked his mother. "You were dancing with a peasant lady! What were you
thinking?"

"And so what if I was?" he asked as his eyes narrowed. "You make it sound like she has a
contagious disease."

"For all I know she could!" screamed his mother. "I will not risk it. You are the only son of
this family and you will carry out the family honor. Your father's will-"

"To hell with your god damn honor!" he yelled. "And to hell with father's will!"

His mother's face fell into a shocked look and she turned quite pale.

"I am sick of you going on about wanting me to carry out the family honor and wanting me to be
like my father," he continued to yell. "What about my needs? Ever consider about what I want?
I think not......."

When his mother didn't say another word, he excused himself and left her standing on the ballroom
floor.

"Syaoran," cried a voice.

He groaned slightly and turned to see his cousin Mei-Ling running through the crowd of guests.
His eyes softened when he saw it was just his cousin.

"What has happened that caused your mother to be so angry?" she asked. "I've never seen her hit
you before."

"I was dancing with a lady that was not to her liking," muttered Syaoran.

Syaoran took note that there was a slight pained look in his cousin's eyes; she never liked the
idea of him trying to find a wife because she fears he will forget about her.

"I.......see," she softly whispered. "I'm sorry that your mother ruined your birthday. I guess I
should..........go home. Perhaps we'll get together for tea when you are not busy. Goodnight,
dear cousin."

"Mei-ling......" whispered Syaoran as he watched his cousin quickly walk into the departing crowd.
"I'm sorry......"

Syaoran placed his hand against his temple as he headed upstairs to get some rest before meeting
Eriol. Besides meeting the beautiful Kinomoto girl, this has been the worse day of his life. But
perhaps it will get better later tonight when he goes to The Constance Crow.

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"I am pleased to meet you, dear lady," said Eriol.

Sakura had come to him and his wife with Syaoran's family ring on her finger. They led her out
of the estate and into their private coach. The three of them climbed in and one of the servants
closed the door behind them. The driver snapped the reigns and the coach began to move.

Both Eriol and Tomoyo were pleased to meet Sakura. Eriol was pleased because this means that
Syaoran has finally found a women he likes and Tomoyo was pleased because she likes to make
clothes and could use Sakura to model them for her.

"Syaoran has good taste," giggled Tomoyo. "You are the perfect size for the dresses I make.
I've been looking for a young lady like you to model them for me. I don't suppose you would be
interested in trying the dresses I made?"

"I..well.." Sakura's cheeks turned pink. "I'd be honored to. But are you sure you want a peasant
girl like me to touch them? Syaoran's mother said I could be carrying a contagious disease."

"Oh, don't mind what Syaoran's mother said," said Eriol. "Her head is filled with ideas that
High Class people like her should have nothing to do with Lower Class citizens. I find that tis
not fair to judge people for their Class status."

"By the looks of it, it appears she is trying to control Syaoran's life," said Sakura.

"Oh, she is my dear," said Eriol. He turned his head towards the window of the carriage and
watched the houses and streetlights pass by. "Poor Syaoran barely has any freedom. The only time
he has it is when he sneaks out of his home and comes to The Constance Crow with me."

"That is so sad......." Sakura said.

"This is one of the reasons why he had trouble finding a women to his liking," explained Eriol.
"He has met a lot of ladies that represented his mother. He doesn't want to married a women he
isn't happy with."

"But you on the other hand, you seemed to have caught his interest. This is the first time he
asked me to keep a girl he met safe."

Sakura placed her hands on her cheeks to hide a blush.

"Syaoran sure is lucky," giggled Tomoyo. "If he really likes you I probably won't be able to
use you as my model. This makes me so happy."

"Now dear, you have me," chuckled Eriol. "Not for modeling of course, but aren't you happy with
having me around?"

"Of course I am dear," said Tomoyo with a smile. "We are having a child together. Why wouldn't I
be happy with you?"

Sakura just noticed that Tomoyo was pregnant. "May I?" She wanted to feel the babe.

"Of course dear," said Tomoyo.

Sakura placed one of her hands on top of Tomoyo's belly. Her eyes slightly widened as she felt a
soft bump inside.

"I think it wants out," said Sakura.

"Well, it is almost time," said Tomoyo. "I don't blame it."

"I can't wait to see it when it is born," said Sakura in an excited voice.

"We have arrived," announced Eriol.

Sakura pulled back a curtain to peek out at the building. There was a sign hanging above the
door that had the words "Constance Crow" painted in green.

"I hope he will be here soon," thought Sakura. "I really want to see him again."

They climbed out of the carriage; Eriol helped Tomoyo down, and entered the Inn together.

End of Chapter 2

**I hope this chapter didn't bore you. But now you know the reason why Syaoran doesn't like
women much. But will Sakura be the one for him? Stay tuned for Chapter 3**