A/N: Folks, this is the finale. Enjoy. PS: This story was intended to be very, very short. Could've been a long one-shot, but I broke it down into four chapters to emphasize on the major turning points in the story, not because I'm too lazy to write long chapters…I just didn't see the point in writing long chapters. Long chapters are suitable for some stories, while extremely inappropriate for others. For a short story like this, long chapters would seem dragging-on and that the writer is just writing it for the sake of word counts.
Once again, this story is supposed to be twisted. Every single character mentioned in this story is twisted to a certain extent. There's nothing profound or profusely philosophical about this story, different from what I usually aim for in a story. But you guys can be expecting more of these twisted little stories dipped with a heavy sense of black humour, coming at your way. (I write long, orthodox stories to entertain my dear beloved readers, and short, twisted stories for my own amusement).
By: Aisaki Sumi
The bedroom was sombre, with a temperature very well below the freezing point, one could even make a reference to the Arctic Pole's conditions, and it wouldn't even be exaggerating. Syaoran lied on the bed, eyes tightly shut, while his arms were wrapped his body, curling up like a baby seeking for warmth.
The gothic windows were wide open, allowing the wintery winds to pervade the room, as if sucking out all the vitality in the scene. Sakura sat by the window, gazing upon Syaoran; a light of nostalgia glittering in her emerald green orbs. They've known each other since Elementary school. They studied together, played in the same penguin park. They did everything together, and Sakura always thought one day, Syaoran would confess to her.
She always thought that. And she waited, waited, for the silk to catch on fire, for the snow to melt and swallow the entire world in its fury. But it never came. Instead, Tomoyo confessed to him, and they were together. All Sakura could do, was, stand there and watch --watch the love of her life to drift away from her, and with each passing second, the distance between them grew larger.
Syaoran loved her. She knew. She knew it so well. He was always watching her, with those alluring amber eyes, passionate in every possible way. It made her content just by knowing that intense gaze was for her -- and her only. He would never look at another girl this way. Never.
But she let his love slip through her fingers by endless tarrying, tarrying for him to take the first move. In the end, she married Eriol, who always had a thing for Tomoyo. And they've been like this ever since then, tangled up by invisible webs wheeled by the wheel of Fortune. No one could break away, unless they die. Yes, death could break this pattern, the threads that tied their fates together.
Sakura let her eyes fall upon Syaoran's frowned face, tracing the contours of his countenance and of his handsome features, trying to match them up with the character of his face from her most treasured memories. A vivaciousness of complexion; a pair of amber eyes, large, liquid, and luminous beyond comparison; lips somewhat thin and often suppressed together, but of a surpassingly beautiful curve; a nose of delicacy, with a steep bridge; a finely moulded chin, speaking, in its want of prominence; all these features together, as if created by the divine hands of God, made up altogether a countenance not easily to be forgotten.
Suddenly, she let out a light laughter, shattering the silence that hung in the air, which smelt of sorrow, and of fear. "Tomoyo will be back…she will definitely be back." Another giggle, as if the incoherent words she spoke greatly amused her.
"Of course she will be back." She replied to herself in a slightly eerie tone, almost assuringly.
"You're sure of it, right?"
Giggle. Was all she got.
"You're still here, why wouldn't she be back?" The eerie voice asked as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Water…" Syaoran grumbled in his sleep. Shifting into another position, he coughed subconsciously. His throat was on fire, as if someone was sandpapering it. "Tomoyo…is gone…is gone…" He persisted, muttering coarsely, as if he had heard of the eerie conversation that occupied the room a moment ago.
"Oh no, she will be back. Tomoyo will come back." Promptly ignoring Syaoran's murmurs, Sakura giggled once more, repeating the sentence over and over again as if whispering a curse, as if someone was listening to her. "She will definitely come back…"
As if someone could hear her, someone other than Syaoran.
A month later, Sakura and Eriol's mansion was surrounded by yellow strips with "POLICE, do not enter" written all over it. Eriol Hiigazawa, who was reported missing a month and two week ago was found, and dead underneath the master room's bed (of his own house). However, his body was extremely well preserved, frozen, and was as hard as ice.
According to the statements released by the forensic scientists, the victim was stabbed 27 times, but none was fatal, and the victim died from loss of blood a few days after the stabbings. There were also many small cuts evident on the victim's body, and the forensic scientists suspected the victim's body was tortured greatly after he had died.
The time of death was fifty days ago, on the day before the couple's tenth anniversary.
And the wife of the victim was no where to be found.
At the same time, another homicide victim's body was found, and her name was released to the media. Tomoyo Daidouji. She was found dead in her own bathroom. According to forensic scientists and the investigators, she was strangled to death and disposed in the bathtub filled up with water. Her entire face had decomposed, and her DNA had to be analyzed in order to confirm her identity.
And the husband of the victim was no where to be found.
Somewhere on the Bali island, a couple checked in at a small motel.
"Do you still wanna go back?" A gorgeous man with messy chestnut hair asked, his eyes soft and full of love as he gazed at the woman next him. She was the love of his life, ever since he was a child. And he knew, he would be taking her hand one day.
"Of course not." The woman with short auburn hair and a pair of dazzlingly beautiful emerald eyes replied, wrapping one of her arms around his waist, snuggling against his white shirt. A smirk was tugging on her lips. She had been waiting for this moment, ever since she could remember.
They were meant for each other. They've always been meant for each other. Fate had played a sadistic joke on them. But they fought back, and corrected all the mistakes and were finally together.
To make this wish come true, necessary sacrifices were needed to be made. And she was sure they wouldn't have minded, after all, they said they were her best friends and would do anything to make her happy.
But they forgot to tell her that "anything" excludes deaths.
Oh well, it's a bit too late now.
a/n: the enddddddddddddd!
PS: anyone guessed this ending? o__O
PPS: really need a beta-reader ___ whenever I try to edit my own story, I always overlook the mistakes and I usually correct them in my mind unconciously...so in a nutshell, my brain is too messed to read my own story...so I need someone to help me spot those annoying mistakes. Anyone's interested in being my beta-reader? You get to read everything before everyone else does~ *bribe, bribe*..cough.