Chapter Six 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? SS and ET. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything regarding Card Captor Sakura.
Recap from Chapter Five:
She checked her watch, and saw it was ten A.M.
The funeral would begin at one.
Sakura hurriedly got up and ran to Tomoyo’s house.
"Oh, dear! I hope they aren’t looking for me!" she thought to herself.
Chapter 6:
Sakura ran inside and saw Eriol and Tomoyo sitting at the kitchen table, calmly eating their breakfast.
"Whew! I thought I was going to be late!" she thought.
"Hi Sakura!" Tomoyo said, offering up a smile.
Eriol lifted his chin in a greeting, and went back to reading the newspaper.
Sakura smiled sadly at Tomoyo, before running upstairs to her room to change. She rummaged around the closet, before finding a dark black dress. Wearing it, she grabbed a black coat, black shoes, and black stockings. She tied up her hair, remembering that Torri liked it up.
Sakura walked downstairs, and stuck her head in the doorway of the kitchen.
"Tomoyo … Eriol … I’m going to go to the church now,” Sakura said.
"Now?" asked Tomoyo. "It’s still early."
"I just want to have some time alone," Sakura said.
Tomoyo nodded, "Do you need me to take you?" she asked.
Sakura shook her head.
"That’s fine, I can get a ride myself."
Sakura got into her silver Mercedes, and drove to the church alone.
When she got there, she went inside, and told the lady at the desk why she was here.
The lady led her to the place where Torri was supposed to be buried, and excused herself
Sakura sad down next to the coffin that held Torri, and she started to cry silent tears.
It wasn’t fair for him to die. He was too young, she thought.
"Congratulations!" announced the doctor.
Syaoran lifted up an eyebrow.
"I’m out of here?" he asked, hopefully.
The doctor nodded.
Syaoran jumped up.
"Yes!" he exclaimed, and he changed out of the stupid clothing that the hospital had him wear, and into more appropriate clothes.
The doctor glared at him.
"Your health!" he warned.
Syaoran smirked, looking a bit sheepish.
The doctor, who was an elderly gentleman, walked out of the room, muttering about how teenagers were.
"Whatever!" thought Syaoran. "I’m an adult, not a teen!"
Suddenly, the doors to Syaoran’s room opened, and in barged David.
“Syaoran!” said David.
"What?" asked Syaoran.
"I have some bad news," he said, whistling a long whistle.
"Shut up!" said Syaoran. "What bad news?" he asked.
"You know how you were saying that the name ‘Sugito’ sounded familiar to you?" asked David.
"Yeah," said Syaoran.
"Your point?" he asked, raising his eyebrow up.
David closed his eyes briefly and said, "The heart transplant … well … remember that man we killed?" he asked.
"We?" asked Syaoran.
"That police officer dude…"
Syaoran nodded.
"The heart inside your body … belongs to him!" said David, half-whispering, half-hissing.
Syaoran’s eyes bulged out of his face.
"What?" he asked.
"Yeah!" David said.
"Man, we are doomed!" groaned Syaoran.
David rolled his eyes, "Well, technically … you are doomed. I’m just a guy trying to live a normal life.
Syaoran looked at him and said, "Shut up!" before placing his head down into his hands.
Sakura walked up to the podium in front of a huge crowd.
"Man! There’s like a billion people here!" she thought to herself.
Once the funeral had started, people began streaming in. People she knew, old friends, and people she’d never seen before had come.
Sakura decided to say a memoir of Torri, or a speech, before he was to be buried. She took a deep breath and began:
"Torri Sugito is one of the bravest people I have ever met. Even though he was supposed to be my husband, I have to say that he has one of the kindest hearts. I had begged him many times for him to quit being a police officer, but throughout those times, he had always said no. He told me he loved his job and that he would never trade it in for another. He told me he liked the feeling of helping another in need or in help. I have never understood why … the reasons why he liked being a police officer, and I guess that I can never know. All I know is that when you help somebody, your day feels a little better and you feel glad and happy to be alive. Everybody has a purpose in life, and I believe Torri has met and found his.
A tear fell down from Sakura’s eyes.
When I first met Torri, I never knew that we would develop a relationship … let alone be engaged. But throughout the many times I have been with him, I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love. When he proposed to me, I found myself saying ‘yes’ and I still can’t believe that I’m supposed to be married to him. Though we are not married, and never will be, there is a bond between him and me. Every day, I find myself feeling happier, and my burden growing lighter. Torri would not have wanted me to suffer, and I know that he’s in heaven, looking down on me right now. I just want to say … Torri, I love you."
Sakura stepped down from the podium, hardly hearing the applause. As she looked at the crowd, she could see not one dried eyed person.
Sakura sighed, and she looked up into the sky.
"I love you, Torri. And forever I will…" she whispered.
As the coffin was being lowered into the ground, Sakura said a silent prayer.
After everybody placed a flower onto the coffin, Sakura placed a single blood red rose on the coffin, before turning away. She couldn’t bear watching the coffin lower itself into the ground.
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