Fic: Nightmares (Syaoran x Sakura)
Title: Nightmares
Author: alliterationhor
Pairing: Syaoran x Sakura
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Spoilers: YES! for about 120+
Rating: PG.
Fanfic archive here.
Comments/concrit appreciated.
Nightmares
“No! . . . No, leave them alone!”
Sakura awoke.
There were mumbled shouts in the low light of early morning.
Syaoran’s voice.
No. Not Syaoran, Sakura remembered, halfway out of the bed. Not her Syaoran.
“Stop it! ... You can’t ... Leave ...!”
Fai was still unconscious beside her. Kurogane was sitting against a far wall, his eyes closed. But she had the feeling he was not asleep either.
Sakura got up and carefully approached-this Syaoran, who was also leaning against a wall, asleep. She knelt down beside him.
It was really so hard to believe he was someone different. They were identical in every detail.
Except that her Syaoran was somewhere else now, with no heart and a stolen blue eye.
This Syaoran’s head was turning fitfully in his sleep, as if he was fighting something in a dream. Sakura reached out, so hesitantly, and touched this Syaoran’s cheek.
“Syao ... ran ... san?” she whispered, unsure of what to call him.
This Syaoran’s eyes flashed open, nightmares reflected in the brown. His hand grabbed Sakura’s wrist.
She gasped, but did not move.
He blinked, and he looked so much like her Syaoran that her heart broke all over again.
“I’m sorry,” he said immediately, letting go. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.”
“No. You did not hurt me.” she responded quietly. “You were having a nightmare.”
“It was a nightmare.” His voice was distant, eyes not turned to her. “But the nightmare is real.”
Sakura gazed at him for a moment. Then she sat down beside him, carefully not close enough to touch by accident. She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hugging herself against the chill air.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“We are still connected, he and I. When I sleep the connection is stronger.” He paused, sighed. “I can still see through his eyes.”
“What is ...” She was so afraid to ask, so afraid to know the answer; but she had to ask. “What is he doing?”
This Syaoran answered hollowly, “He is doing what he was created to do. He is searching for your feathers. Only he does not care what he has to do to get them back. He does not care who he has to hurt. He does not even care if he himself is hurt. He has a mission; that is all he is.”
Sakura laughed, a very sad and painful sound. “The same, but so very, very different.”
“I hate him.”
“What . . . What will you do now?”
“I suppose we are alike in one respect. We both have a mission. My mission is to destroy him.”
“He is ...” Her voice choked and she tried again, “He was ...” She confessed, simply and helplessly, “I love him.”
“I’m sorry.” he whispered. “But that won’t stop me from killing him.”
“I know.”
A sob broke from her throat. She covered her face with her hands and tried to cry quietly.
This Syaoran had nightmares of her Syaoran; Sakura had woken up into a nightmare and it did not seem like her nightmare would ever end.
After a moment, this Syaoran touched her arm gently. “Princess ...”
The same soft, worried voice as her Syaoran, calling her ‘princess’. The same soft, worried voice that she would never hear again, not from her Syaoran.
Sakura turned and threw her arms around him. He was not her Syaoran, she knew that too well. But she was hurting so desperately that just for a moment she would not care. Just for a moment, she would allow herself to believe that this was her Syaoran, there as he always was to give her whatever she needed.
This Syaoran knew that the other Syaoran had loved this girl in return, but he did not think it was the time to tell her this.
This Syaoran had shared a heart with her Syaoran; this Syaoran loved this girl too.
But Syaoran did not know if he could ever tell her that.
Author: alliterationhor
Pairing: Syaoran x Sakura
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Spoilers: YES! for about 120+
Rating: PG.
Fanfic archive here.
Comments/concrit appreciated.
Nightmares
“No! . . . No, leave them alone!”
Sakura awoke.
There were mumbled shouts in the low light of early morning.
Syaoran’s voice.
No. Not Syaoran, Sakura remembered, halfway out of the bed. Not her Syaoran.
“Stop it! ... You can’t ... Leave ...!”
Fai was still unconscious beside her. Kurogane was sitting against a far wall, his eyes closed. But she had the feeling he was not asleep either.
Sakura got up and carefully approached-this Syaoran, who was also leaning against a wall, asleep. She knelt down beside him.
It was really so hard to believe he was someone different. They were identical in every detail.
Except that her Syaoran was somewhere else now, with no heart and a stolen blue eye.
This Syaoran’s head was turning fitfully in his sleep, as if he was fighting something in a dream. Sakura reached out, so hesitantly, and touched this Syaoran’s cheek.
“Syao ... ran ... san?” she whispered, unsure of what to call him.
This Syaoran’s eyes flashed open, nightmares reflected in the brown. His hand grabbed Sakura’s wrist.
She gasped, but did not move.
He blinked, and he looked so much like her Syaoran that her heart broke all over again.
“I’m sorry,” he said immediately, letting go. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.”
“No. You did not hurt me.” she responded quietly. “You were having a nightmare.”
“It was a nightmare.” His voice was distant, eyes not turned to her. “But the nightmare is real.”
Sakura gazed at him for a moment. Then she sat down beside him, carefully not close enough to touch by accident. She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hugging herself against the chill air.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“We are still connected, he and I. When I sleep the connection is stronger.” He paused, sighed. “I can still see through his eyes.”
“What is ...” She was so afraid to ask, so afraid to know the answer; but she had to ask. “What is he doing?”
This Syaoran answered hollowly, “He is doing what he was created to do. He is searching for your feathers. Only he does not care what he has to do to get them back. He does not care who he has to hurt. He does not even care if he himself is hurt. He has a mission; that is all he is.”
Sakura laughed, a very sad and painful sound. “The same, but so very, very different.”
“I hate him.”
“What . . . What will you do now?”
“I suppose we are alike in one respect. We both have a mission. My mission is to destroy him.”
“He is ...” Her voice choked and she tried again, “He was ...” She confessed, simply and helplessly, “I love him.”
“I’m sorry.” he whispered. “But that won’t stop me from killing him.”
“I know.”
A sob broke from her throat. She covered her face with her hands and tried to cry quietly.
This Syaoran had nightmares of her Syaoran; Sakura had woken up into a nightmare and it did not seem like her nightmare would ever end.
After a moment, this Syaoran touched her arm gently. “Princess ...”
The same soft, worried voice as her Syaoran, calling her ‘princess’. The same soft, worried voice that she would never hear again, not from her Syaoran.
Sakura turned and threw her arms around him. He was not her Syaoran, she knew that too well. But she was hurting so desperately that just for a moment she would not care. Just for a moment, she would allow herself to believe that this was her Syaoran, there as he always was to give her whatever she needed.
This Syaoran knew that the other Syaoran had loved this girl in return, but he did not think it was the time to tell her this.
This Syaoran had shared a heart with her Syaoran; this Syaoran loved this girl too.
But Syaoran did not know if he could ever tell her that.