Orphaned Heart- Chapter Ten

Orphaned Heart

Chapter Ten

Written By - CetaBabe

Disclaimer: I do not own Card captor Sakura, Clamp does.

Rating: M for language, minor themes and possibly violence in further chapters

Summary: Sakura was an orphan, no-one knew of where she lived, bar her best friend Tomoyo. The populars isolate her because it's rare for her to have a genuine smile, who could blame her; after all, her whole family was dead, plus she was always late. But, when a new boy comes to school and finds out Sakura's secret, what will he do? Mock her? Help her? Reject her? Teach her there's more to life? Make her life hell? or Love her?

Last time: "Where?" She muttered. "You said I'm not going back to the orphanage, so where?" Syaoran blushed, making Sakura smile and flush herself, knowing the answer. He confirmed her suspicions with two simple, one syllable words:

"My place."

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Sakura opened her eye and stared at the white ceiling before her. She lifted her head slightly to look around. Cream walls matched perfectly with the mahogany furniture – a desk, a chair and a bedside cabinet – and the pale green, almost white bedding that sat effortlessly on the king-size bed. The window was large and opened out onto a small balcony. The curtains were slightly open and let light flow into the room.

As Sakura pondered on her location, the memories of the night before came to her mind. The two words reverberated round her mind. They were the last thing she heard Syaoran say before the tiredness overwhelmed her and she fell into dreams.

'My place' She smiled gently as she realized. This must be the spare room. The door creaked open, snapping her from her thoughts. She looked over and saw messy chocolate hair and amber eyes peering round the door. The eyes locked on Sakura and the whole body came into view.

"Saks, you're awake!" He stated, almost surprised.

"SYAO!" Sakura exclaimed and tried to sit up. As she did, a wave of dizziness passed through her head and she fell back down, breathing heavily.

"Saks!" Syaoran hurried over to beside her. He perched himself on the edge of the bed and looked down at her. "You ok?"

"Yeah," She breathed, "Just tired." He put his hand to her forehead and quickly pulled it away.

"Fucking hell girl, you're burning up." Shock was in his voice. "I'll be back in a moment." He ran out of the room and in a few moments came back with a thermometer, a hot water bottle and some soup.

"Syaoran..." She quietly sighed. "You don't have to, I'm fine."

"No you're not!" He cut her off. "Open" he held up the thermometer. She did as commanded and he put it in her mouth.

While the thermometer was doing it's job, Syaoran helped Sakura sit up and lean against the wall. He pulled the thermometer out of her mouth a few minutes later. (I'm doing Centigrade – a normal temperature is about 36-37 degrees) Syaoran jumped slightly when he read it.

"42!" He exclaimed. "You, little Missy, are not going anywhere." Sakura pouted slightly but gave in when Syaoran showed her the thermometer. He handed her the soup and told her to eat. "I'll be back in a little while, you eat and get some rest." Sakura nodded and started drinking the soup in a cup. Before he left, Syaoran put some music on for Sakura, on her request.

Sakura wiggled back down into the bed, pulling the hot-water bottle to her chest and huddling under the duvet. She started to doze off to the gentle tunes on the stereo.

Syaoran peered into the room and smiled. He walked over to the bed and examined the sleeping figure. Sakura's hair hung lifelessly over her soft skin, he hands were by her head on the pillow and she had a small smile on her face as she slept.

I wonder what she's dreaming of. He thought as he pushed her hair of her face. She murmured slightly and rolled to be facing him. He pulled the chair beside the bed and sat there, watching her. He held her hand gently as her expression turned to one of concern and worry. She started murmuring and tossing her head.

Syaoran tightened her grip on her hand and lifted it up. He took the small limb into both of his hands and gently kissed it.

"Shh, Sakura, it's ok." He cooed, "I'm here, shh."

"Syaoran," She muttered as her eyes opened slightly. He smiled at her and helped her sit up slightly. He pulled her to his chest as a tear trickled down her face.

"It's ok Saks," Syaoran comforted her, "It was just a dream."

"But it wasn't." She whispered. He rested his chin on her head as she held onto his shirt.

"Elaborate please." He breathed.

"More than a dream," She started. "Memories." Syaoran face turned worried, he buried his face into her hair.

"Do you want to talk?" He muttered softly, "You don't have to, but you can. I'm here." He felt her nod against his chest. She took a deep breath and started to explain her dream, her memories. She explained how she found out that Touya was killed – shot by Keiji's brother, how her mother died – of a terminal illness - and how her father was killed – in an excavation.

"I have a feeling that there is more to come." She said as she sat on the bed. She had pulled away from the embrace when she was telling her story. Syaoran tilted his head. "I mean, I have a feeling that the turmoil isn't over. That something is going to happen. I can't quite place it, just a feeling, but a strong one." She trailed off and Syaoran smiled gently.

"If anything happens, I'm out of here." He teased. Sakura glared and hit him with the pillow. The pair started laughing. "I'm joking, I'll be right here, beside you." Sakura smiled. "Open," He commanded, pulling the thermometer out again. Sakura obeyed and allowed him to take her temperature. "37.5" He smiled. "Fever is almost gone. I guess you can go home, just take it easy."

"Do I have to?" Sakura whined. "Can't I stay a little longer? I don't want to go back to that, that," She struggled to find a suitable word. "That hell-hole!" She finally exclaimed.

"You don't have to go back yet, but what about Miss Kagu?" Syaoran asked.

"What about her?"

"Won't she go all out?" Sakura shook her head.

"It's the weekend. She leaves us alone. Plus it was my birthday, so she'll stay away for a few days."

"That's good." Syaoran sighed with relief, "I just didn't want you getting hurt by her." His fist clenched, "If I could give her a piece of my mind, she would back off from you and all the others for good!" Sakura chuckled at his outburst.

"Syaoran! Relax!" She took his clenched fist and uncurled it. "It'll be fine. I get out of there on my 18th birthday. Only one more year to go."

"Isn't that a long time?" Syaoran asked. Sakura shook her head.

"I've put up with it for 10 years, 7 on my own." She smiled. "I can handle one more." She had a determined gleam in her eyes. "I'm 17 now, time to show them what I'm made of!" Syaoran chuckled as he helped her out of the bed, still in her outfit from yesterday. (Did you really think Syaoran would change her? He's too much of a gentleman)

Sakura smiled as one of her favourite songs came on the stereo. (It wasn't turned off). A slow song that Sakura liked to waltz to since she was young, at first it was just a beautiful song, but it soon found a hidden meaning to her life. 'Concrete Angel' by Martina McBride. She smiled and swayed slightly to the music, humming long. What came next surprised her:

Syaoran bowed and held his hand out to Sakura. "May I have this dance?" She nodded and curtsied, placing her hand in his. He led her to the middle of the room and together they gracefully waltzed. Sakura smiled as she became wound into the music. She rested her head on Syaoran's chest as a tear glistened on her cheek.

"I can see why you like this song, Saks" Syaoran mumbled. "It's so much like you," He started to elaborate as Sakura felt her cheeks tint. "Holding on, fighting, no matter what happens." He held her close. "You really are amazing, Sakura. Strong and determined, not to mention feisty," That made Sakura chuckle.

"Someone has to be in that place." She explained.

"Plus," Syaoran continued, lifting her chin. "You are the most special girl I have ever met. Not many could endure what you have." Sakura felt the tinge in her cheeks grow as he pulled her face towards his. Their lips met in a gentle embrace that gained passion at a steady pace. When they pulled away, Sakura rested her her head on Syaoran's chest once more, and they continued to dance together when the song changed.

She found herself think things she wanted to erase. He's my friend, I can't like him like that. But that kiss, makes me want more. I can't be falling for him, can I? She argued with herself but hid it from Syaoran, who was practically having the same personal argument. There was one comment that they thought at the same time:

I have fallen!