[Xiao Lang/Ying Fa] Divine Retribution
Title: Divine Retribution
Fandom: Econtra-verse Card Captor Sakura
Characters: Kinomoto Sakura (Ying Fa), Keroberos, Li Shaoran (Xiao Lang), Fei Wong Reed, Xing Huo
Prompt: #04 wings stained with blood
Summary: Pre-Econtra. My take on how Xiao Lang escaped. Set on the night (and the morning after) Ying was drafted. Listen to This Is How I Disappear by My Chemical Romance while reading this, it's fitting and it makes it so much better. :3
Warnings: Violence, blood and psycho!Xiao Lang. Why do I find that hot? It's disturbing.
"Sakura, what are you-"
She put a finger to her lips. "Sssh." She smiled, the kind of smile Kero had not seen on her face for a long time. It wasn't sad, or fake. It was a hopeful smile. "I want to try something out," she told him quietly, setting down a book on her lap. It was an old, dusty, book, one that seemed to have been left forgotten in a dark, underground chamber. And it was thick. How she knew what she wanted to find, the Guardian of the Seal didn't know, but she got to the page in no time. "Release," she said, voice barely above a whisper, and the familiar golden magic circle appeared beneath her feet.
Keroberos' eyes flew wide open in surprise. "Sa-Sakura!"
"I will find him, Kero-chan," Ying Fa muttered, eyes now blank. The writings on the book's pages on which she had placed her palms against suddenly glowed, and, as if by memory, she started muttering an incantation in a language her companion did not understand.
And then there was white.
~**~
"Xiao Lang...?"
He squinted an eye open. That voice... it couldn't be her, could it? No, she couldn't, she shouldn't be there. Even as he longed for her that his heart ached with every beat, the last place he wanted her to be was by his side. She would die the moment she'd leave the wall of protection her friends offered, the moment she'd set foot on treacherous Hong Kong.
But to his surprise, she was there.
"It's okay," she said quietly, soothingly, cupping his face with her hand. Tears glistened within her eyes, the prettiest pair of emeralds he had ever seen in his lifetime.
He struggled to break free. She was there, damn it she was there, and right now, all he wanted to do was put his arms around her and hold her tightly against him. But he could barely move, nor did he have the strength to pull free from the chains that bound him. He was a prisoner, cold and alone in Fei Wong Reed's dungeon, with nothing left but the love he shared with a girl in faraway Tomoeda.
She let go, standing up and smiling sadly at him. "I..." Her eyes fell shut. "...have to go..."
"Ying Fa!"
He reached out for her... but she was gone.
Xiao Lang refused to believe it. It wasn't possible. Not just like that. But his heart did not lie, would not lie, could not lie. She was gone. He slumped back against the wall, defeated. It was cold, and he shivered, but not because the wall or the dungeon was. She just... wasn't there anymore. He couldn't feel her. What used to be a bright beacon of hope in his heart had become a hollow spot that extinguished what little flame remained in him. He started to cry, feeling the emptiness and the pain, as if his heart had been ripped from his chest without mercy.
Nothing mattered now.
The woman he loved was dead.
~**~
A bloodcurling, almost inhuman scream tore through the night and Fei Wong Reed knew the darkness' reign had begun.
"Master-"
He held out his hand, then turned to Xing Huo and smiled. "Let him come."
~**~
They gathered outside the cell, huddled like scared little ducks without a mother. What lay beyond that door was something dangerous, a boy that had gone out of control. But that hadn't always been the case. True, that prisoner had his own violent moments, but for the most part, he just allowed things to happen. Impressing even their Master, he was unusually silent even when tortured. If he ever said anything, it was only a name: Ying Fa. And he'd say it so lovingly, so tenderly, through all the pain, that for a moment, one could sympathize and think twice about laying another finger on him.
But this time...
Their Master had warned them about this possibility. He was strong, physically and magically. If he had been able to withstand years of torture, he could certainly put up a fight against the dark elements that were invading his system. And that seemed to be what he was doing.
A scream, once more. Crazed, anguished. But clearly a name.
Ying Fa.
Then the door came crashing down, and a boy burning with the flames of hell emerged from the shadows. He stood there, the shackles still on his wrists and ankles, staring at them blankly, not a trace of humanity on his features. Yet even so, there was no mistaking it.
He was crying.
~**~
The wolf came in the dark of the night and Fei Wong Reed rose to tame him. It was almost like that day, six years ago. This time, however, he wasn't up against a disillusioned thirteen-year-old who crawled into the belly of the beast to save his beloved. He stared out into the open doorway and saw the evidence of the boy's monstrosity. All he had left now, minus the woman who remained by his side, was an army of corpses.
He was very pleased.
"Bravo, Xiao Lang!" the madman sneered, stepping down the chamber stairway. Xing Huo attempted to hold him back, but he ignored her protests and descended anyway. He knew this was something he had to deal with himself, and he had been ready. He unsheathed his sword as he walked and stopped a few meters away from where the boy stood, holding the blade casually, almost lazily. And then he smiled. "Sakura will be very proud."
There was no hint of recognition on Xiao Lang's face, not until Fei Wong said her name. But even then, he only said three words in response: "You killed her."
And in an instant, a sword came to life in his hand, made of pure dark energy.
~**~
Blood trailed the boy's footsteps as he left, and Fei Wong Reed laughed, even as he lay dying on the cold chamber floor. "Yes..." His eyes shone with such glee, such madness, one would think that he was a demon who just refused to succumb to death. "Yes. I've created a monster," he sneered in triumph. He had lost the battle, but he was going to win the war. Xiao Lang had just ensured his victory.
Beside him, Xing Huo shook her head. She, too, was dying. "No," she objected weakly. "You only angered an angel." She glanced at Xiao Lang, whose dark figure the dawn embraced in its welcoming arms, then back at the madman she had served and loved. She smiled sadly. "This, Master, is divine retribution."
Fandom: Econtra-verse Card Captor Sakura
Characters: Kinomoto Sakura (Ying Fa), Keroberos, Li Shaoran (Xiao Lang), Fei Wong Reed, Xing Huo
Prompt: #04 wings stained with blood
Summary: Pre-Econtra. My take on how Xiao Lang escaped. Set on the night (and the morning after) Ying was drafted. Listen to This Is How I Disappear by My Chemical Romance while reading this, it's fitting and it makes it so much better. :3
Warnings: Violence, blood and psycho!Xiao Lang. Why do I find that hot? It's disturbing.
"Sakura, what are you-"
She put a finger to her lips. "Sssh." She smiled, the kind of smile Kero had not seen on her face for a long time. It wasn't sad, or fake. It was a hopeful smile. "I want to try something out," she told him quietly, setting down a book on her lap. It was an old, dusty, book, one that seemed to have been left forgotten in a dark, underground chamber. And it was thick. How she knew what she wanted to find, the Guardian of the Seal didn't know, but she got to the page in no time. "Release," she said, voice barely above a whisper, and the familiar golden magic circle appeared beneath her feet.
Keroberos' eyes flew wide open in surprise. "Sa-Sakura!"
"I will find him, Kero-chan," Ying Fa muttered, eyes now blank. The writings on the book's pages on which she had placed her palms against suddenly glowed, and, as if by memory, she started muttering an incantation in a language her companion did not understand.
And then there was white.
~**~
"Xiao Lang...?"
He squinted an eye open. That voice... it couldn't be her, could it? No, she couldn't, she shouldn't be there. Even as he longed for her that his heart ached with every beat, the last place he wanted her to be was by his side. She would die the moment she'd leave the wall of protection her friends offered, the moment she'd set foot on treacherous Hong Kong.
But to his surprise, she was there.
"It's okay," she said quietly, soothingly, cupping his face with her hand. Tears glistened within her eyes, the prettiest pair of emeralds he had ever seen in his lifetime.
He struggled to break free. She was there, damn it she was there, and right now, all he wanted to do was put his arms around her and hold her tightly against him. But he could barely move, nor did he have the strength to pull free from the chains that bound him. He was a prisoner, cold and alone in Fei Wong Reed's dungeon, with nothing left but the love he shared with a girl in faraway Tomoeda.
She let go, standing up and smiling sadly at him. "I..." Her eyes fell shut. "...have to go..."
"Ying Fa!"
He reached out for her... but she was gone.
Xiao Lang refused to believe it. It wasn't possible. Not just like that. But his heart did not lie, would not lie, could not lie. She was gone. He slumped back against the wall, defeated. It was cold, and he shivered, but not because the wall or the dungeon was. She just... wasn't there anymore. He couldn't feel her. What used to be a bright beacon of hope in his heart had become a hollow spot that extinguished what little flame remained in him. He started to cry, feeling the emptiness and the pain, as if his heart had been ripped from his chest without mercy.
Nothing mattered now.
The woman he loved was dead.
~**~
A bloodcurling, almost inhuman scream tore through the night and Fei Wong Reed knew the darkness' reign had begun.
"Master-"
He held out his hand, then turned to Xing Huo and smiled. "Let him come."
~**~
They gathered outside the cell, huddled like scared little ducks without a mother. What lay beyond that door was something dangerous, a boy that had gone out of control. But that hadn't always been the case. True, that prisoner had his own violent moments, but for the most part, he just allowed things to happen. Impressing even their Master, he was unusually silent even when tortured. If he ever said anything, it was only a name: Ying Fa. And he'd say it so lovingly, so tenderly, through all the pain, that for a moment, one could sympathize and think twice about laying another finger on him.
But this time...
Their Master had warned them about this possibility. He was strong, physically and magically. If he had been able to withstand years of torture, he could certainly put up a fight against the dark elements that were invading his system. And that seemed to be what he was doing.
A scream, once more. Crazed, anguished. But clearly a name.
Ying Fa.
Then the door came crashing down, and a boy burning with the flames of hell emerged from the shadows. He stood there, the shackles still on his wrists and ankles, staring at them blankly, not a trace of humanity on his features. Yet even so, there was no mistaking it.
He was crying.
~**~
The wolf came in the dark of the night and Fei Wong Reed rose to tame him. It was almost like that day, six years ago. This time, however, he wasn't up against a disillusioned thirteen-year-old who crawled into the belly of the beast to save his beloved. He stared out into the open doorway and saw the evidence of the boy's monstrosity. All he had left now, minus the woman who remained by his side, was an army of corpses.
He was very pleased.
"Bravo, Xiao Lang!" the madman sneered, stepping down the chamber stairway. Xing Huo attempted to hold him back, but he ignored her protests and descended anyway. He knew this was something he had to deal with himself, and he had been ready. He unsheathed his sword as he walked and stopped a few meters away from where the boy stood, holding the blade casually, almost lazily. And then he smiled. "Sakura will be very proud."
There was no hint of recognition on Xiao Lang's face, not until Fei Wong said her name. But even then, he only said three words in response: "You killed her."
And in an instant, a sword came to life in his hand, made of pure dark energy.
~**~
Blood trailed the boy's footsteps as he left, and Fei Wong Reed laughed, even as he lay dying on the cold chamber floor. "Yes..." His eyes shone with such glee, such madness, one would think that he was a demon who just refused to succumb to death. "Yes. I've created a monster," he sneered in triumph. He had lost the battle, but he was going to win the war. Xiao Lang had just ensured his victory.
Beside him, Xing Huo shook her head. She, too, was dying. "No," she objected weakly. "You only angered an angel." She glanced at Xiao Lang, whose dark figure the dawn embraced in its welcoming arms, then back at the madman she had served and loved. She smiled sadly. "This, Master, is divine retribution."