Welcome back to the long awaited return of "Oh Yes Oh!" First of all, I must apologise for the wait. Because I am now in my senior and hopefully final year of high school things are finally all sorted out. I believe that I haven't updated in over a year… or two, so you can take voodoo dolls of me and poke them with needles or whatever if it'll make you feel better, but it won't change what happened.
Because my writing style has improved muchly over the past year, I decided to revise this. I suggest that you reread the first five chapters, because I will be changing little thing. But it will keep the same original intention of plot. Including Sakura getting pregnant. That's the main obstacle of my plot, after all.
Enjoy.
Chapter One:
Scribble, scribble, and scribble…
Sakura growled as she etched out the drawing that she had been attempting to sketch with her graphite pencil. She found working with no sleep and no caffeine to be just as futile as trying to wean Kero off of pudding. And that, of course, was impossible. Unfortunately, it was only four a.m., and she had to finish the final assignment rough drafts before her class at eight. True enough, she should have done the rough drafts before going onto the good copy, but Sakura Kinomoto never did any rough work.
She always made it up.
After years of experience of capturing the Clow cards without any plans whatsoever, Sakura learned the hard way how to work things out. Including relationships. Scowling, her frustration grew as she recalled last week's events. It included her best friend Tomoyo and her worst enemy Eriol breaking up; Syaoran breaking up with her and leaving for Hong Kong to marry Meiling; and she got fired from her job at a fast food restaurant because apparently being depressed wasn't in her job description.
"Stupid…" Sakura cut herself off as she cursed in her head. On the other side of the wall, her friend Tomoyo was sleeping. Unfortunately, Tomoyo was also a light sleeper. Any loud cursing could easily wake her up, and it was already obvious that both of them had a hangover from a late night of partying at the local bars.
"Sakura, what are you doing up at this hour?" Tomoyo grumbled from the doorway.
"Tomoyo-chan!" Sakura gasped, spinning around in her office chair. "I thought you were asleep!"
Tomoyo mumbled something along the lines of a hangover, before she plopped down onto Sakura's futon and buried her face into the sheets. "Sakura-chan…" she muffled from the fabric.
"Yes?" Sakura looked at her a bit worriedly.
She sighed, moving her head to look up at her best friend; "do you think I was too hard on Eriol? I mean when I broke up with him and said all those things?" She asked.
"I'm not sure that I'm the best person to ask, Tomoyo-chan. After all, Eriol and I have been out to get one another since the end of elementary school." Sakura smiled softly, rubbing her exhausted friend's tense shoulders. She affectionately ran her fingers through her friend's long silky strands, before continuing: "do you feel guilty about agreeing with me and calling him a hopeless bastard?"
Tomoyo chuckled lazily; "a little." She answered with a bittersweet smile. "But I still feel a little bit of satisfaction from it. Despite that at one time, I did love Eriol. I suppose you just robbed off on me, Sakura-chan."
Sakura shook her head. "Don't say that, Tomoyo-chan. I have nothing to do with your decisions. I just encourage them." She smiled, turning back to her work.
"They say we want to become like our friends, you know?" Tomoyo yawned as she snuggled into Sakura's bed-sheets. She didn't say anything for a long time, starring at some dust on the floor. Tomoyo appeared mesmerised for nearly twenty minutes, until Sakura finally finished her work and noticed her still in the same position as she had left her in.
"Tomoyo-chan, you're scaring me." Sakura remarked, placing her sketches into her portfolio.
"Hmm?" Tomoyo looked up; breaking out of her trance. "I'm sorry Sakura-chan. I'm just thinking about something… well, more or less someone. But it's the same thing. I think..."
"Someone?" Sakura blinked. It wasn't natural for Tomoyo to be so concerned about "someone". It obviously wasn't Eriol, because they had finished discussing him. True enough, it could be her mother or her grandmother. Or one of her European friends that she met during an exchange. Sakura knew better than to inquire about something that she had nothing to do with, but if she could help then she should at least ask.
"Just a friend, Sakura-chan. Nothing more." She smiled in assurance to her best friend as she sat up from the futon. "I'm going to go to bed now. I'll see you in about five hours." Tomoyo got up and departed from the chilled room and left Sakura alone in the stilled silence of her own room.
Sakura left her supplies scattered in the tray of her drafting board and crawled into the covers of her futon to replace Tomoyo's form on the futon. Her emerald eyes closed as her auburn tresses caressed the white fabric of her small pillow, and her senses were drowned out by the soft humming of the air conditioner. Before she was even aware of falling asleep, she was deep in her own form of slumber.
Sakura awoke in a mess of sheets and long hair that covered her face. Thankful that it was her own and not that of a complete stranger, she sat up and pushed the awkward tangles out of her face. She shifted uncomfortably; her clothes from yesterday pressed into her skin. With her jeans bunched up and giving her a rather uncomfortable wedgie she was quite anxious to get out of bed.
Her closet was full of nonmatching articles of clothing, shoes, coats, and accessories. It was a mess. It was ironic that you could always find what you wanted in a mess, but it was harder to remember where everything was if it was cleaner. As the saying went: "neat people are just too lazy to go looking for things" almost proved to be true in Sakura's case. She pulled out a black shirt and a pair of brown sweatpants and changed into them.
Sakura stepped out from her room to find Tomoyo on the phone, engaged in a deep conversation.
She was silent as not to disturb her friend, yet her silence made her vulnerable to eavesdropping. She heard Tomoyo's colourful laughter, and she saw her gush as she spoke with a playful tone. Obviously, she was talking to a guy. It sounded almost like she was talking to Eriol again, but Sakura knew all too well that the option was excluded from a small list of people. Unfortunately enough, he was the only person on the list that Sakura knew of whom Tomoyo would be talking to in such a flirty manner.
"Who are you talking to?" she asked from behind.
Tomoyo started Sakura when she gasped, turning around to look at her with an appearance of both fear and shock. She smiled to the phone and said she would call them back, before she hung up. "Nobody important" She answered as she lied through her teeth.
Sakura arched an eyebrow. "That was an intense conversation with 'nobody important' Tomoyo-chan." She replied smoothly. Tomoyo of all people should have learned never to lie to Sakura. "Now who was that?"
Her best friend licked her lips in contemplation. "His named is Chris. I met him in Europe a few months ago." Tomoyo looked at her best friend with all the honesty she could manage, but still held secrecy in her hazel eyes.
"And?" Sakura inquired with a smile as she stretched out her vowel.
Tomoyo blushed; "and we're in love." She admitted, twisting her fingers through her long dark hair. She looked up to Sakura for some sort of approval, only to find her best friend snorting as she covered her mouth to smother the sound. "What's so funny?"
"Oh Tomoyo-chan, you're such a Casanova." She laughed, wiping the tired tears from her eyelids. It figured that beautiful Tomoyo would have moved on faster than Sakura could make up her rough drafts. "How long have you been in love with your European guy?"
Her best friend blushed, standing up from the couch. "We've been talking to one another more recently over the past two weeks. Almost instantly it seemed like love. Like Romeo and Juliet, except our families don't hate each other." Tomoyo told her with a genuine smile. "But the thing is, Sakura… that I love him. I really do. I thought I loved Eriol, but he never made me feel this way. Perhaps it was because we were so familiar as children, and infatuation grew from that. But there's such a spark with Chris – Christopher – that I've never felt before!"
Sakura pulled out a coffee mug from the cupboard and poured herself some coffee as she listened to Tomoyo. She drank the luke-warm caffeinated liquid in envy towards her best friend. Tomoyo was always so fortunate: she had wealth, talent, a great mother, a father that supported her through her educational stream even though he was never there, and now a great new love immediately after she had broken up with an ex-boyfriend. She – on the other hand – was not so fortunate.
Sakura had an annoying older brother, and a great father, but no mother. She struggled with creativity and she had to work for her intellect; unlike Tomoyo. Sakura was unsuccessful in her first love, crush, whatever she had left it as, and she had failed with an intense relationship with Syaoran. To add that up, she detested Eriol after discovering that he was Clow Reed's second reincarnation, and he had put her through hell. She accused him for traumatising her as a child, and never spoke to him again without a small amount or sarcasm or loathing in her voice.
"…so he proposed to me, and I said yes." Tomoyo concluded as Sakura came back to reality.
Sakura choked on her coffee. "Pardon?" she sputtered.
Tomoyo smiled. "I'm getting married." She told her.
Sakura's emerald eyes widened. "Married? To Chris?" she blinked. "When?"
"In two months." She answered.
Sakura sat down beside her. "Does your mother know and approve?" she inquired.
"Yes, she does. In fact I think she could love Chris even more than I do." Tomoyo flushed, a little embarrassed.
"Does Eriol know?" Sakura blurted out, and then remembered that Tomoyo and Eriol were no longer a couple.
"Yes, he does." Tomoyo nodded, and then licked her red lips. "In fact Eriol was the one who introduced me to Chris. Ironically enough, he claimed that I was too much of a flirt with him. Then he accused me of cheating on him when I finally ended our relationship. Chris and Eriol and the best of friends, so Eriol is the best man."
Sakura blinked, taking this all in. "Wow." She released after a moment. Sakura was astounded at all of this new news. Tomoyo was in love and now engaged and she was only learning this now; she was bit hurt. Why hadn't Tomoyo told her? "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked.
Tomoyo paused. "Because I was afraid that you wouldn't approve." She answered.
"Approve? Tomoyo-chan, I'm your best friend!" Sakura exclaimed, grasping her friend's hand in assurance. "Whatever makes you happy, I approve of."
"But you haven't even met Christopher." Tomoyo pointed out.
"I approved of Eriol even though I despised him, Tomoyo-chan. I'm sure I can approve of a complete stranger as long as he treats you like the special princess you are." Sakura teased, making her friend flush.
"Thanks, Sakura-chan." Tomoyo smiled, her ivory cheek tinted a lovely rose colour.
Sakura discovered that she didn't know her best friend as well as she should. After all, Tomoyo had been engaged for over a month and hadn't told her, what impression was that supposed to give her? Either Tomoyo didn't trust her, or she was afraid of her. Sakura hated to admit it, but the second thought sounded more logical.
Years had made Sakura rather bitter. She got tired of being a secret, and always being disappointed, so she gave up the things she had once adored. She was a fashion designer, yet she honestly didn't know why she had pursued this career, but it was a bit too late to turn back now.
As Sakura handed in her final portfolio, she released a mental sigh of relief. College was even harder than capturing the Clow Cards and transforming them all together. She didn't want to think about what life could have been like if she had kept the cards for herself... instead it was someone else's problem. Who knew – perhaps Syaoran already knew and was trying to capture them for himself. It didn't matter to her anymore.
"It looks as if you've been spending a lot of time on this portfolio Miss Kinomoto," her drafting instructor smile behind his cleverly framed brown lenses. Sakura smiled despite the truth – her smile able to deceive any male with the average amount of testosterone – nobody had to know.
"Of course I have sensei" she lied through her teeth. "I hope you are please with my work."
"Of course I am!" he exclaimed joyously. "You're one of my best students, including Daijouji-san. You two could surely change the fashion industry one of these days."
"Thank you, sensei." Sakura smiled with a polite bow. "Your guidance has earned me an apprenticeship with Tokyo Fashion Industry on the drafting team."
Her teacher's eyes lit up; "that's fantastic, Kinomoto-san! I'm so happy for you. You with Tokyo Fashion, and Daijouji is about to sign on with Hugo Boss over in Europe. This is fabulous!"
Sakura struggled not to laugh at her teacher's pride. Sure, he was proud of his student, but he had taught them, and he was wafting in his own satisfaction. "Thank you for teaching me, sensei." Sakura bowed once more. She had only planned on dropping off her assignment, but that plan was out the window.
It was almost noon when Sakura returned to her apartment. Tomoyo was on the phone, but wasn't speaking in the same girlish tone as earlier. It was obvious to Sakura that it was her mother. When Tomoyo spoke to her mother she tried to sound more mature and sophisticated. Her sweet voice took on a tone of seriousness, and she sounded like a completely different person.
Her best friend saw her in the doorways and waved. Sakura smiled as she kicked off her shoes, before walking in. After years of avoiding Eriol like the plague, Sakura and Tomoyo had developed a technique in off-phone conversation.
It consisted of several random hand gestures which served as their form of communication. Only Syaoran had been a witness to this form of dialect, and he had been lost early on. But this was how these girls communicated. Sakura asked her how her day had been.
Tomoyo smiled as she mentioned how Chris had called again which the news that they had been given a family estate. This estate was stationed in England, where the Hugo Boss Industry was placed as well. Tomoyo would be moving there in a few days, and they would start planning the wedding. Right now, she was discussing a family meeting with her mother. She was having a difficult time balancing their schedules. Also, Syaoran had called; he wanted to talk to her when she had a moment.
As if she'd ever have a moment to call Syaoran Li, after he took off and married Meiling and then called her afterwards. She had a grudge to hold for the next year or so.
"Aishiteru, haha-ue. Moshi moshi." Tomoyo spoke into the receiver, and then hung up. She turned to look at Sakura and then sighed with a smile. "I'm going to have to call her back. She's been so busy lately, that it's almost impossible to schedule things with her."
"It will be even harder when you move, don't you think?" Sakura asked somewhat sadly. She didn't want her best friend to move to the other side of the world. Ten hours away by plan only. Not to mention that it would also be incredibly expensive to go see her. Supposedly, it was to be expected that they eventually would need to grow apart, but she didn't pay attention to time.
It would prove to be her downfall.
In the next few days, Sakura and Tomoyo packed up their apartment. Sakura's job position was in Tokyo, and since she would no longer be able to live in the paid-for-apartment with Tomoyo, she needed to find somewhere to live closer to work. Tomoyo was moving across the world.
"You know that I'm going to miss you like crazy, don't you?" Tomoyo whispered in a croak.
well that is my revised prologue/ first chapter. It is a bit more mature than the constant dialogue that I've been doing, no?