Fabricated Flowers By Blind Confusion/Black Cello

I do not own Card Captor Sakura

Fab·ri·cate (fab-ri-kate)

Tr.v. Fab·ri·cat·ed, Fab·ri·cat·ing, Fab·ri·cates

1 To make; create.

2 To construct by combining or assembling diverse, typically standardized parts

3 To concoct in order to deceive

4 Formed or conceived by the imagination;

-syn: Fancied, fictional, fictitious, false, fake, feigned, fictive, figmental, falsie, forged-

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Her fingers flew across the keys like rain on earth, gently falling in all the right places creating the melody. There was no use for letters or names for the notes, for they were as fresh, and as placed, as each drop of water is upon the earth.

The slender, pale, pink painted, long fingers gently pushed each key down as the notes thundered through the room, affecting everyone in its wake. They carried hearts high, and frowns low. It truly was the sound of harmony and peace.

"Ah, simply perfection." A blonde woman exclaimed softly, as if scared to break the chain of notes. "Don't you agree Elizabeth?" She gestured to a woman in black slacks, a brown sweater and red hair.

"I don't like it." Elizabeth said as her icy blue eyes turned to gaze on the artist.

"What's wrong with it?" The blonde asked, her soft blue ones looking directly into the set of icy ones.

"It sounds to rainy and soft, we need something upbeat and louder. I will not have our day be sullied by a rainy song." She said, her voice ringing clearly to the artist's ears.

The blonde sighed softly and turned to the artist. "I'm dreadfully sorry for wasting your time, but it seems as if we can't hire you." She spoke as the artist turned around.

She had long, auburn hair reaching just below her ear lobes with long bangs reaching to her hips. Her eyes were a stunning green that had a sparkle that no others could compare to, and she had a gentle smile on her face as she gently stood up and brushed off her pink skirt.

"That's quite okay, I'm just glad I had a chance to play for you. Please don't hesitate to call me for any other events." She spoke, a lump in her thought as she held out her card. The woman took it and smiled gently at her before walking past her to the door.

"If it's any consolation, I love the rain." The blonde whispered in her ear as she walked past with her red painted finger nails holding the card.

The artist watched them walk out the glass door and around the corner. The blonde dropped the card on the ground and laid her frowning face on the redhead's shoulder as they faded into the crowd. The card lay on the ground as someone's foot tore off the baby pink corner. It flew into the air and plastered itself on the glass door.

-Sakura Kinomoto

Young, Talented Wedding Pianist-

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Her fingers flew across the keys like bells in a parade, happily dancing, creating the melody. There was no use for letters or names for the notes, for they were as cheerful, and as plentiful, as each child's smile upon earth.

The slender, pale, pink painted, long fingers quickly pushed each key down as the notes danced through the room, affecting everyone in its wake. They carried happy hearts, and joyful laughs as people clapped to the beat. It truly was the sound of happiness and excitement.

"That's wonderful!" A brunette woman exclaimed clapping her hands so fast they were blurred. "So energetic! Isn't that perfect Daniel!" She said to the brunette man standing next to her.

He placed his hands on her waist and spun her around as she let out a happy shriek. "Yes! It's perfect Henrietta!" He almost shouted while looking into her eyes, he let her down and turned to the artist.

She had short, auburn hair reaching just below her ear lobes with long bangs reaching to her shoulders. Her eyes were a stunning green that had a sparkle that no others could compare to, and she had a happy smile on her face as she happily stood up and brushed off her pink skirt. She had a bounce in her step as if the music affected her as well.

"I'm glad you think so Mr. Harof." She said and smoothed her skirt down.

"Please! Just Daniel, you're doing us a great favor." A smile almost mimicking hers said as he stuck out his hand. She gently shook it and did the same for Henrietta before standing back.

"This is our number, we are having practice on every Tuesday for the next two months. Don't hesitate to call." Henrietta said as she scribbled some numbers onto a paper and then took Daniel's hand leading him out the door. They both said their thanks and disappeared into the crowd.

As soon as they couldn't be seen, the girl started dancing around the room singing a happy tune. She was ecstatic, well she was until she tripped on the leg of a chair. A pile of papers broke her fall and they flew into the air. She quickly stood up with a blush and started trying to catch the papers that were now flying about the small room. Each one had the same inscription printed on them.

-Sakura Kinomoto

The Wedding Pianist-