Chapter Four of My Heart Relies on You:
Summary: Syaoran Li is a trained assassin. Sakura Kinomoto is a basic average woman trying to bring happiness and joy to the world. What will happen when their two paths are crossed? S+S and E+T. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything regarding Card Captor Sakura.
Recap from previous chapter:
“We were going to get married. He ... he said he would never leave me. I ... I...”
Sakura could not go on. She buried her head into Tomoyo’s shoulder.
Tomoyo whispered soothing words into Sakura’s ears, and patted her gently on the back.
“It’s okay, everything will be all right.”
Chapter Four:
Syaoran was in his bed, when he felt it. The pain.
His heart hurt like heck, and he was out of the heart pills, which would help his heart calm down.
Syaoran reached over and grabbed his cellular phone, dialing 9-1-1.
“I need ... an ambulance,” he gasped.
“Tokyo’s Hotel,” he managed to say, giving them his room number.
As soon as the phone clicked off, Syaoran fell onto his bed in a dead faint.
“I’m so sorry, Ms. Kinomoto.”
The doctor shook his head sorrowfully at the young woman standing in front of him.
“Your future husband was a good man, and I’m sure you’ll see him again someday,” the doctor said, before walking off.
Sakura sobbed into Tomoyo’s shoulders.
Torri had made a big decision when he was still living. He planned to donate his heart to the hospital in case a patient badly needed it.
The doctor had just informed Sakura that a patient had gone into the emergency room that needed a heart transplant.
Sakura had nodded, staring off into space.
Syaoran woke up, his chest feeling as if it was on fire.
“Good, Mr. Li! You’re awake,” the doctor said briskly, before talking to the nurse.
Syaoran gasped in disbelief.
“I didn’t die?” he asked.
The doctor smiled a wry smile and told Syaoran about the heart transplant.
“You mean, I’ll never have heart problems again?” he asked.
“No! I didn’t say that. Your heart will have fewer problems, but you will have to lay off excruciating tasks for a while. Rest a lot, and be sure to exercise,” the doctor advised him.
Syaoran nodded, before drifting off to sleep.
“Syaoran!” called out a voice.
Syaoran woke up, and was amazed to see David next to his bed.
“What are you doing in my room?” he asked, blinking his eyes.
“Your room? This is the hospital!” David grinned.
“Oh, so why are you here?” Syaoran asked.
David shrugged. “Boss wanted me to check on you. You know, how you’re doing and all that, and stuff...” said David.
“Oh,” repeated Syaoran.
“So, how are you doing?” asked David.
“I’m okay. I still don’t feel particularly well. I just had a heart transplant!”
“Right!”
Sakura woke up in Tomoyo’s house.
She glanced around in surprise.
What was she doing here? Where was Torri?
All of a sudden, the events from last night came rushing back at her.
Without control, the tears started squeezing out of her eyes.
She lay back onto the pillow in Tomoyo’s guestroom, and sobbed her eyes out.
“Why me?” she thought miserably.
Tomoyo approached Sakura’s door, and was prepared to knock.
She felt arms around her waist, and glanced up at her husband, Eriol.
Seeing his blue hair and cute glasses made her want to sigh.
Eriol shook his head.
“Give her some time alone,” he mouthed, quietly.
Tomoyo nodded, and the two went back downstairs.
“This is some life for a nice and kind hearted girl like Sakura,” said Tomoyo sadly.
Eriol nodded.
Syaoran was still in the hospital a couple of days later.
One day, the doctor came in for Syaoran’s daily check up.
“Uh, Doc?” he asked. “Who was the one that gave me the heart transplant?”
The doctor smiled.
“It was the very nice policeman! Officer Sugito was his name. He signed up for a program where whenever he dies, his heart would be donated to somebody in need.”
Syaoran nodded. “Sugito,” he thought.
“It sounds very familiar.”
“We’re lucky that you had him. You owe him your life!” the doctor chuckled.
Syaoran nodded, without paying attention.
Sakura’s life was very difficult in the next few days.
She was the one who organized the whole funeral for Torri with the help of his parents.
She couldn’t go out into the streets without at least one person, who would greet her with, “Aren’t you Officer Sugito’s wife-to-be? Poor you!”
Sakura hated that. She didn’t want to be remembered as a dead officer’s wife.
As she got ready for the funeral, she couldn’t help but think of the memories she had when she was with Torri.
Flashback:
It was a rainy day and Sakura sat outside Tokyo University, where she had just finished tutoring some students for extra money.
She didn’t have an umbrella nor did she have a raincoat.
“Dang! It’s pouring!” she thought.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, an umbrella was over her head.
Sakura looked up and to her utter amazement, she saw a handsome man standing before her.
“Hi!” the man said.
Sakura blushed.
“I noticed you standing in the rain, and I couldn’t help but come here to help you!” the man explained.
Sakura nodded a word of thanks.
“I’m Torri. Torri Sugito.”
“I’m Sakura Kinomoto,” said Sakura, still blushing.
“Why that’s a beautiful name!” the man with blackish blue hair exclaimed.
Sakura looked up, and found she was looking into Torri’s blue eyes.
Snapping out of it, she murmured a thank you.
Torri, being the gentleman he was, offered to take her home in the rain.
Sakura nodded, and when he did take her home, he asked her out for dinner.
After exchanging phone numbers, Sakura hurried inside the house she shared with her father and brother before either one could ask her any questions.
End Flashback
Sakura mindlessly doodled onto the phone book she was supposed to use to call for flowers for the funeral.
She sighed yet again, and set her mind to work.
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