Chapter Ten of My Heart Relies on You:
Disclaimer: I do not own anything regarding Card Captor Sakura.
Summary: Sakura’s husband-to-be dies, leaving his heart to the man who killed him.
Chapter 10:
Syaoran grasped the ring that was in the velvet box tightly in his hand.
He wanted to give it to Sakura right away, but he didn’t have the guts to; after all, he’d only met her for … what? Five minutes?
“Argh!” he thought angrily to himself.
How could he fall in love with somebody ... especially if it was somebody that he was not supposed to ever fall in love with?
As he paced around the mall, a security guard approached him.
“Excuse me sir!”
Syaoran looked up, “What do you want?” he growled.
“The mall is closing.”
Syaoran blinked, and he nodded.
“Oh,” he said, and walked outside.
It was raining ... no it was pouring!
He walked by a trashcan that held umbrellas of the customers of the mall.
Syaoran swooped down and grabbed a random one; a big one.
As he walked outside, he stopped.
Standing in the rain, shivering, was Sakura.
“Bye, Sharon!” cried Sakura.
Sharon gave Sakura a wave before turning back to her book.
“Oh no! It’s raining,” she thought to herself as she exited the mall.
She walked outside, and stood under a building.
“How long will I have to wait?” she asked herself.
Suddenly, she felt somebody tap her shoulder.
She turned and she blinked.
“Torri?” she murmured.
The man standing in front of her shifted his weight from his left foot to his right foot.
“Oh, sorry...” she said.
“It’s Syaoran,” the man said.
Sakura gave him what looked to be a forced smile, and looked out into the rain.
“Rainy night, isn’t it?” she asked.
Syaoran nodded.
“Here,” he said, pushing the umbrella into her hands awkwardly.
Sakura looked at him in surprise.
“What about you?” she asked.
“I don’t need an umbrella,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.
Sakura said, “Are you sure?”
Syaoran nodded.
Sakura shrugged, “Thanks.”
Syaoran nodded, and watched Sakura leap into the street and head on home.
“What a nice man,” Sakura mused.
“He’s nice, but strange. Still, I suspect that he was the one who killed Torri. I don’t know why, but … I just do.”
She flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.
There wasn’t anything good to watch, so she decided to go to sleep.
Syaoran walked to David’s house.
“Ding dong!” rang the bell.
“Yeah?” asked a voice.
“David, let me in! I’m freezing,” Syaoran yelled.
The door opened, and a very cold Syaoran stumbled into the warm house.
“My gosh!” exclaimed David. “What happened?” he asked.
“Gave the umbrella to ... a ... woman...” he said, his teeth chattering.
“Oh.”
“I’m ... going to c-change.”
He walked upstairs and into the guestroom, where David usually had him stay.
“Better,” he said to himself as he changed and sat in front of the fire.
“What do I do now?” he asked himself.
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