Disclaimer : I don't own CCS the characters, setting, or the original events. We all wish that we do own such a wonderful anime show/magna, etc. but the
great people at CLAMP do. So please don't sue, you won't get anything because I don't even own the computer that this is typed upon.

A/N: Well can't say much, this idea came to me in a dream, really it did, back in September (I'm a slow typer so I try to finish most of the story before posting it).

And also I like to say that after reading the wonderful fic. "The Return Card" by the equally wonderful writer Green Mystress, I tried to change some parts of this fic. so it would not look or sound too much like her fic. (Which I do love so much !), this may not be understood now but later it will. I do understand how much she does not like people coping or being accused of coping. I do hope that if she reads this that she does not feel like I copied her fic. So for all of you who do read this PLEASE read that wonderful fic. "The Return Card " by Green Mystress. (I like the word wonderful, it was one of the first English words I learned ^_^).

This part of fic. takes place in the first season of the Japanese series. So the gang have all turned 11 unless already stated ( I think that's how old they are if not they are in this fic. I have that power . . . right ?) and Kakusareta Mirai is 20.

My Japanese (and English for that matter ) are still in the learning processes so if I get anything wrong let me know. Review. I love reviews of all kinds, critical reviews help to produce better writers, eh ? Tell me what you think, if I should continue or give up writing all together ( after all I don't write in English allot ^~^).

Oh this is my first solo attempt at a fan fic. So again any reviews are welcome . . . . . Well let's get started.



Oh and, before I forget :

" . . . . . . . " is speaking

' . . . . . . . ' is thinking

>>> is a scene change

~ . . . . . . . ~ is a time change

* . . . . . . . * is a sound

^ . . . . . . . ^ is the chapter name/number

( . . . . . . . ) is a little authors note during the fic. Only happens rearly.


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" For Our Future"


By: Hidden Cherry Blossom


^ Chapter 1 : For Him . . . ^




A young strangely clad woman appeared out of the deep fog of the cool night. She had her shoulder length light honey colored hair up in a high pony tail, some loose strands, evident of a struggle or a battle, moved as she did. 'So . . . it looks like I made it.' She pondered with a sad satisfaction. Her face was covered with dirt and so was her once white outfit which was only a short time ago crafted with care and given to her as a present from her best friend, who just happened to be a world famous designer, and much, much more . "Or at least was. . ." she thought out loud.

Tears welled up in her dim emerald green eyes, they trickled down her dirt ridden face. The still recent events plagued her, dried blood was barely evident on her saddened face, and clothes. "They're all . . ." she openly wept as she drooped to the ground. " . . . Even him . . . he . . . tried . . . to . . . but . . . he's . . . " Her sobs were then uncontrollable, any thing else that she said were then uneatable. Her delicate shoulders shook and her body quivered as the remorse of what had happened sunk in. The one thing that she never dreamed would happen did. An unspeakable truth that tore at her very heart and sole, the one thing that magic normally could not fix. But life for her could never be normal, and neither could her magic. This thought did not cross her troubled mind because of her sadness. Her only source of confront was that her surroundings were at least familiar, Penguin Park.

"But not for long !" She said firmly reminding her self of her plan, her mission. She smiled as she picked herself off the ground. She wiped her tears off of her face and dusted her dress off. "I wont let them down . . . this time." She said, turning about. 'This place . . . I had forgotten how beautiful it once was.' The setting was whole nothing missing or broken, or ash covered from the fire that destroyed most of the town. 'They tour down that slide when I was fifteen, I never knew that it meant so much to me until then . . .'

"Well . . ." she began, thinking of what she had to do first and not liking it. "I better go call my relatives they will let me stay with them until it's time. I know they will, it wouldn't be like them to say no especially Kinomoto Fujitaka. Huh that feels so weird . . . I know I can hide my aura, so there is no harm. I just wish I knew the time . . . and the day . . . " she pondered. She started walking towards her old school to see the clock tower. "It should be working unless I came too early . . ." She again thought out loud, raising a hand to her face. Hearing a voice of any kind, even her own was of great confront to the troubled twenty year old.

When she finally reached her old school, a smile graced her lips. "It's only ten . . . at least I can call . . ." She said reaching into a pocket, and removing a white cell phone. She then hit the first speed dial bottom, hoping it would work, this time. * ring * 'Success' she thought.

"Mushi Mushi, Kinomoto residence," A sweet familiar male voice responded.

The young woman's eyes glistened for once with happy tears, "Uncle . . . Fujitaka-san . . . . It's me Mirai, Kakusareta Mirai. Sorry for the lateness of the call . . ." she began.

"Mirai-san ! It's not late at all, don't worry about it. Well Mirai-san . . . I haven't heard from you since . . ." Fujitaka said happily thinking of his niece from his wife's side.

"Since Nadeshiko-san's death." Mirai finished. "Well the thing is Uncle, I'm in town again, I had reservations but something happened and I can't stay at that hotel."

Fujitaka's chuckle could be heard on the other end of the line. "Well then you'll stay with us as long as your hear, just like when you were young."

"But I can't . . . I might be hear for over a year . . ." Mirai protested, even thought deep down inside she wished she could stay there forever.

"All the better. That way I can get to know you again through our talks and so can my kids." Fujitaka insisted.

"How are Touya-san and Sakura-san, the last I saw them Sakura-san was only three." Mirai lied. She had to there was no other way. Yet.

"Growing like weeds. But it's not your fault, your mother and . . . Tsuki . . . were the ones to leave and take you. Your mother could not stand to be any where near me or the kids it just hurt her too much. After all just finding your your younger half sister, and then she dies only a few years latter . . ."

"It hurt mom allot." Mirai said. "But now I'm here, and that's all that matters."

"Were are you ?" Fujitaka asked. "Do you need a ride, Touya-san's still awake so he could look after sleeping beauty wile I pick you up."

"There's no need, I'm just outside the elementary school. I was taking a walk down memory lane and lost track of the time, and I was planing on calling you earlier." Mirai said calmly, looking over towards the school.

"Well if your sure . . ." Fujitaka said doubtfully.

"I'm sure." Mirai said with a laugh. She then stopped for a moment. "It's the 13 th. right ?" She asked making it sound as thought she was so busy she lost track of the days.

"No it's the 11 th. of July. You must be worked out of your mind. I'm picking you up now. So stay there, okay ?"

"Okay," she said with a chuckle. "Bye"

"Bye." * click *

"Oh well . . . " She said out loud, to herself again - putting her phone back in her pocket. "let the training begin . . . "

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~one hour later~




Fujitaka, pulled up the car in front of the Kinomoto residence, and parked it they sat there in silence. Touya had fallen asleep, because of his preparations for his play the next day and Fujitaka had to wake him up before he had left to get his young niece. He had apologized for his lateness. "Don't worry about it Uncle." She had said sweetly, smiling slightly. 'I wonder why she has no luggage,' He thought in the silence of the now parked car.

"I decided to start a new." Mirai answered her uncle's thought. A look of confusion greeted her form him. "You look as though you wanted to know why I'm here, and why I came without anything." She started a little startled at her own slip up. " I'm going to be teaching English and I have money, I just wanted a new life. Away form all of the past things . . . past hurt." Mirai said saddened, tears reached her eyes again. This time thought she stooped them from falling.

Fujitaka, nodded to himself. He took one of his arms and hugged Mirai. She looked over towards him and smiled snuggling into him, like she used to when she was little. "We are from your past . . . but your talking about someone else, after we were taken from your life. Your steep dad ?" He asked looking down at his niece, she looked so familiar yet . . . not. Even though her usually bright emerald green eyes where dulled, and her sweet smile shoed many years of sadness, and hurt. And she had grown but still had her natural petite form. That still wasn't it, she looked more like someone that was around all the time, not the young woman that he hadn't seen since she was twelve. Mirai nodded in response. "You don't want to talk about it do you ?"

She shook her head, 'Maybe latter, I'll tell you everything . . . even the truths that you don't even know.' She yawned.

"Tired ?" she nodded. "Let's go in then I got your old room ready for you." He said with his signature smile, as they both got out of the car and headed to the house . . .


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~the next morning~




"SAKURA- CHAN !" Daidouji Tomoyo called to her best friend, Kinomoto Sakura, and ran to great her. Tomoyo was wearing a light blue dress and had her long dark hair up into a high pony tail on top of her head, sacred by a matching blue ribbon. Sakura was wearing a light yellow one dress, with pink ribbons on it, they both had their purses with them. "I'm so glad that we can attend the heritage festival !" Tomoyo squeaked with delight and expectation.

"Yeah, it's great that the high school is holding it again this year. I was sick last time !" Sakura responded happily, her soft emerald green eyes shining brightly. She had gotten up early that morning even before her father. She left him a note just in case he had forgotten about the festival, like what usually happened. Touya though had left before she had, so she had not yet learned about their visitor.

She then noticed that Tomoyo was holding something other than her purse. "Oh, Tomoyo-chan ? What's that ?" she asked indicating towards the other thing in her hand.

Tomoyo smiled and lifted up her camcorder. "My camera ! I wanted to capture every exciting moment of Sakura-chan's day at the festival !" Tomoyo had a look about her stars in her eyes smiling with joy. She giggled excitedly happy that she could film her best friend in the whole world.

Sakura on the other hand moaned in exasperation. 'Same Tomoyo-chan, well at least I can wear my own clothes . . . ' she thought as she remembered her last few card captures, and her last few costumes that Tomoyo had made her. It wasn't that she didn't like them, quite on the contrary she loved the gesture of friendship that Tomoyo made each time she made her outfits, it was just that she wanted to wear her own clothes for once.

It was July 12 and they were on summer break. Li Shaoran was still there trying to catch the cards along with her but slowly they were becoming closer, almost friends . . . very slowly. Sakura didn't even know that the next day was Li's eleventh birthday, or that he was back in town after a short visit home to Hong Kong.

"This is going to be great !" Tomoyo said smiling madly. "So how did you convince Kero-chan to stay home ?" she asked with a puzzled expression.

Sakura chuckled and turned to Tomoyo. "How else . . ." she started.

" . . . FOOD." They both finished together laughing over the word. Both knew that the little garden beast was, at most times, narrow minded having only one goal and it wasn't the capture of the Clow Cards. It was food of any kind, but his favorite, and therefore the best way to guarantee his and your happiness was fried squid balls, but he would settle for pudding . . .


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~at the festival~




"Oh this is so great !" Sakura called happily, dancing about the festival. Tomoyo capturing this all on film. Sakura then noticed that Tomoyo was filming and so stopped instinctively. Embarrassment coming over her.

"So what do we do first !" Tomoyo asked happily. Smiling from ear to ear, at her beat friend.

Sakura thought, then swept her hand towards the school building in a gesturing motion. "Well, I do have to get Kero-chan something and I wouldn't mind getting something myself."

Tomoyo nodded happily. "I suggest some squid balls . . . if their selling them, that is, if not then pudding." She smiled.

Sakura nodded in an excited agreement . . .


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~back at the Kinomoto residence~




Mirai, turned restlessly in her soft worm bed. Nightmares griped the young woman's dreams, one of her hands held the pillow, wile the other griped at her chest. Dreams of the horrific events, that still played through her mind. "Okami ! " She cried, and with a start got up. She awakened to the late afternoon sun's raze on her pail frightened face, she took one of her quivering hands and brushed her hair out of her face. 'It is to late . . . my sweet . . . blossom . . . ' A calm strong but weakening voice, reassured her inside her head. 'B . . . but you can . . . change it, and s . . . stop . . . p . . . . this. For our future. Promise m . . . me . . . for our f . . . fut . . .ure . . . S . . .sa . . .'

And . . . then he was gone. Those were his last words to her as he died in her heavy arms. Made even heavier by her saddened heart. Tears reached her eyes once again, and she had to force herself to relax and calm down. "I won't lit you down, Okami." She said wiping her tears with the inside wrist on her right hand, and getting up out of the bed. She had called him by the pet name she gave him back when they were still young kids, the same pet name that he often complained about. But still loved to hear. "I do this . . . for our future . . . I'll do anything for him . . . "

She then looked down at herself. She was wearing one of Touya's tops, and a pear of his shorts. Both items were oversized on her petite form, but they were better then what she had. Fujitaka didn't ask about the outfit with many stains, and she did not tell. It was laid on the top shelf of her closet, neatly folded.

"I should get something to eat. Don't want them to worry." She brushed her hair quickly, with a small brush that was on her night stand. Satisfied she left it down and walked down the three flights of stairs.

Fujitaka had taken the day off work, to make sure that his nice would be all right. Little did he know that she would sleep most of the day away. He was sitting at the table sipping some tea and reading a newspaper when he heard soft foot steeps approach him, he was about to turn to say hi when two dainty hands clasped over his eyes. "Ohayo, Mirai-san. Old habits die hard." He said as she reluctantly removed her hands from his face. Her face was pouting when he turned to see her. He smiled at her.

"Well . . . It used to work. Ohayo Uncle." She said with a smile, sitting down next to him. "So, mentioning work why are you home ?" She asked casually smiling over to him. Fujitaka had just paced down his newspaper.

Fujitaka smiled to her. "I took the day off. I wanted to spend time with my family, but Sakura-san, and Touya-san are both gone to the heritage festival, that I forgot about, and you, Mirai-san have slept all day."

Mirai sat puzzled for a moment, as if searching her memory, then smiled again. "Well, I was tired. It was a long trip . . . and a tiring one at that." She addend quietly under her breath. Luckily Fujitaka didn't notice. All of a sudden they both heard a yell.

"What on earth was that ?" Fujitaka asked with worry and surprise.

Mirai, though knew instantly what it was. "It's . . . probably just a cat or something." She lied, knowing full well that it was no such thing.

Fujitaka nodded reluctantly, "Yes . . . your probably right." He finished with a smile, any previous doubt left him. He then stood up, and quickly finished his cup of tea "Would you like something ? Tea, some food ? " Fujitaka inquired.

Mirai closed her eyes smiled and nodded. "Both please."

As Fujitaka got about the kitchen getting the tea and food for his nice, she stood up and looked around the dinning room. She stopped when she saw the image of Kinomoto Nadeshiko looking so young and vibrant. Mirai smiled at the photo, and picked it up. This pitcher was her favorite of Nadeshiko, and she was only sixteen in it. It was one of the ones taken while she was a modle, her hair was flowing behind her, and the image showed her unmistakeable beauty. "Ohayo Oka . . .ah . . . Nadeshiko." She said quickly correcting her momentary slip up. But in that slip up she lost her guard and let her self be known to a small, mostly unknown resident of the house . . .


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~Sakura's room at the same time~




Kero was watching a movie when his cell phone rang next to him, and his pillow that he was sitting upon. He muted the television and answered the phone. "Yeah Sakura . . . A Clow Card !" Kero said to the phone. The manner in which he healed the phone you could not hear what was happening on the other end.

" The Kid's with you that ! . . . . okay I know, don't talk about others that way, sorry Sakura. So what's happening . . . uh hu . . . uh hu . . . Oh that's definitely a Clow Card it's the Mist card, you will have to get it all together, to capture it or the hole stage and cast will disappear forever . . . Sakura . . . . SAKURA !" Kero yelled.

The little guardian beast was panicked that his chosen Card Capter was not answering. What happened if she was taken by the Mist card. Then what was he going to do, it was by chance that he found such a powerful person such as Sakura in the first place. It was the only time that he was certain that having a new Mistress would be good because of how talented Sakura was, and now if she was taken . . .

Then he heard Sakura on the line again. "What . . . Wow that's great Sakura ! Now that's my Card Captor ! . . . What . . . Well the Kid doesn't count." A loud KERO-CHAN ! could be heard from the opposite end. "Okay Sakura . . . I'm sorry but it's only because he helped you and your brother. I will see yeah when you get back. Have fun !"

Kero then hung up the phone he was just about to turn the mute off when he felt it. A strong surge of magical aura. But not just anyone's aura, someone very close to him, someone he would know anywhere.

"Sakura ?" He breathed in confusion. He had no idea of what was instore for him or his Card Captor . . .


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