Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ The Mix of Love and Time ❯ Love ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclosure: I own no Cardcaptor Sakura characters only the four beautiful ladies at CLAMP do, suing would be very pointless.

Time…the concept so large to one person and only fiction to another.

Some wear out time to the very end while others, slowly pick it apart day by day, month by month, year by year.

Would there ever be a common ground where the time wasted away would meet the time not spent to only make the greatest measure of all…love?

Where time could not tell it for to fragile of a word and would break?

As fragile as glass some might say and isn't it ironic that the only thing keeping love from time is glass?

Love can not last forever but the time spent on it is worth every sensual touch on earth.

The story I will relate is one of those far gone stories of ones to young for time but old enough for love.

Curiously a tale only fit to be called…

The mix of love and time

“Sir behind you …SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR”

Tomeda, the love of all

“With great mourning we enter you to the out most of our heart may the soul you shared

have passed through us all to let us understand the feeling of love…”

The rest of the speech I can not relate it was a much too saddened place to be, and there will

never be another more thoughtful funeral than that of the passing of the greatest servant for the

royalty of the Citizenship of Tomada Fujitaka Kinomoto and his wife Nadeshico.

His death occurred during the greatest battle of love and hate, the demons of anger the real root

of hate Candijaka was going to strike the male Majesty of love in the back but Fujikitaka not

only warned him but replaced the Majesty's death with his very own life.

“Sir behind you” a man of bronze and blue called to a man of gold and white. Only Fujiitaka

saw when the scum of hell itself had arisen behind the male majesty, a puss decaying tortured

soul of one who should have died long ago. His armor was made of teeth of the souls he tortured

and stood seven feet tall with eyes of fire that could but with one look scorch your very soul. His

sword was made with the screams of fear and pain that glowed cruel red as it knew its purpose

and liked it. Against him none of the truest and noblest warriors could with stand let alone a

lowly soldier of only bronze and blue.

He laughed at the puny martyr that stood before him with only an arrow raised and strung, with

one stroke the demon easily killed Fujitaka knocking his head and wife's necklace to the ground.

As soon as the simple stone touched the ground the love of Nadeshico surrounded the demon

with endless screams and tears, soon all the loved ones he slowly destroyed joined as well till

Candijaka drowned in his own vomit, tears and screams of his piteous life.

In the years to follow Fugitaka would be remembered as the everlasting servant and all his

descendants to be of the highest order of their class, his daughter would be the first of the Slavers

title.

A girl of the younger age of eight was playing in the pond of the Righteous and she was Sakura

Kinomoto. The pond she was in is no ordinary pool of water; it has ripples of crystal blue and

waters of silver that would bring the most unsurprised person to gasp. The fish themselves

seemed to have tiny fires within as how their red scales shone in the water almost reflecting the

joys of their countryside and the life of their people. But the girl herself was a beauty to behold,

her hair the color of golden harvest wheat and eyes so alive and vibrant green that made you

think them gems instead of what they were, a girls sight into the beauty of the world. She sighed

with contentment for this peaceful world with the only worry that her mother was making the

most atrocious supper of brussels sprouts and cheese sauce, she grimaced at the thought. She

stood up, glanced around her and dried her wet hands on her blue embroidered dress, suggesting

her station as a daughter of a solider. Her eyes slightly wavered as the soft winds caressed the

grasses surrounding her and coaxing her to join them in a run, before she could even begin a

terrible scream broke out; one of pain and death.

In all the rest of her life she can never remember running faster then she did that day, she ran as

if the wind was giving her flight and any that saw almost believed that to be true. Sakura burst

through the door to find her mother Nadeshico tearing out her own hair, blood streaming from

her hands and screaming

“HE IS DEAD, FOREVER GONE FROM MY ARMS.”

At that moment, Sakura realized that her father was dead. She stood in shock, her growing

slender arms not moving and brilliant eyes unblinking only her mouth was softly moving in a

silent prayer. Suddenly her mother grew quiet, unnaturally silent and stood up, she swiftly took

off her necklace the second most prized possession of the Kinomoto family, and then placed it

around Sakura's neck, and she then patted her cheek and ran out of the house to the pool her

daughter was playing in. The last Sakura saw of her mother was a dark haired beauty drowning

herself in the pool of the Righteous.

Two days later after much grieving Sakura finally left their house of clay and found the fields of

her families farm alive with soldiers, but most of their spirits seemed dead, before she could gaze

more than a second the male Majesty of love himself came before her dressed in the finest

butterfly silk of white and gold with his cape of embroidered wings on snow white cloth

billowing behind him. He knelt then presented her with a strange type of sword made of Gen

Silver of the deep mines or the ancient planet of Saturn with a hilt of blood red of poppy petals

itself.

His words were“Your father had the honor of dying for my life and even more for your mother's suicide but

this is not enough for the great deed he has done. Therefore I present you with the sword to higher your

stature to one of silver and red and I implore you to allow me to be your guardian for the rest of my lengthy

life.”

“I greatly thank you for the honor you place on me and the safety you promise to my life but

none of this can release my grief and pain.” Sakura answered and almost smiled at their shock

that she could speak so eloquently for she was only a solders child. Also, she knew that they

know nothing of the power I wield.

The majesty though caught off guard did not stumble at his words but replied smoothly

“Perhaps if I can not release your pain I can then distract you from it. You shall come and be my

protector as your father did, but I shall train you that you don't come to the same fatal end.” With

that he smiled then gasped when this girl opened her eyes and returned the smile.

“I will come with but until that day I am ready you will need to protect me.

After the burials of the two saviors was over Sakura packed the little things she had left and

placed on a brand new dress of red with a silver sash surrounding her tiny forming waist. Her life

was passing her by, new colors and robes, a new home and a terrible aching left inside her

wishing for only someone to love her.

Someone…Anyone.