Summary: After five years of Sakura and Syaoran being split up, unspeakable circumstances have required them to reunite. How will Sakura Kinomoto, now a player be able to stand seeing the man who deceived her as an innocent and naïve young girl? Will Syaoran be able to win back the only woman he's thought about for the past five years? Can the ex-best friend's love rekindle? Although Sakura said she wasted her last breath, she needs to learn sometimes, you've simply just got to breathe.
Disclaimer: I do not own CCS or anything like it. It belongs strictly to CLAMP.
Key:
"Speaking"
'Thinking'
~* Flashback *~
(My occasional notes)
Ano: Umm
Un: Yeah
-Chan: A name suffix used by young girls for their friends
-Kun: A name suffix used by young girls when addressing a male to be polite
Iie: No
Otou-san: Father
Ne: Right, Okay
Genki: Cheerful
Onii-chan: Brother
Sequel to My Last Breathe
Just Breathe
- Prologue -
A woman of 23 years with flowing honey hair that reached her waist sat in the local café where she and her brother always went to together. Her pitch black sunglasses hid her usually evilly glinted emerald eyes that once shone with innocence and happiness. That shine was no longer there. Her light pink glossed lips slightly curved upwards as her current boyfriend came in with a nervous smile on his face, sitting across from the woman. She stared back at the man with spiked up navy blue hair and cobalt colored eyes. He adorned a baggy white sweater with the traditional baggy black jeans, a green jacket covering most of the outfit for it was cold, seeing how it was the second of January. Sakura herself adorned a light pink sweater that clung to her body and a pair of tight baby blue jeans. She wore white spike heeled shoes. Her black jacket hung on the chair she sat on. At the sight of the green colored jacket her boyfriend wore, a thought crossed her mind before she mentally chased it away, scolding herself for thinking such thoughts.
"So… ano, what did you want to speak about?" The man with the cobalt eyes asked rather loudly after clearing his throat. Seeing how it was a local café, many people were about, placing orders and chatting happily with friends. Couples were sitting on the couch where a longer coffee table was place so they could enjoy the books placed on the table by the staff. The owner of the place watched the man and woman from behind the counter. Although she was out of earshot, she knew exactly what was going to happen. She shook her head, closing her bright amethyst eyes which saddened. Her long raven hair that curled towards the ends shook with her as she was trying to clear her thoughts, before she stopped watching the scene that was about to break out to attend to an impatient customer.
"Well basically Daniel, this relationship we have here… it isn't working out," the woman said to him as she leaned back in her chair, stretching out her arms.
"What do you mean? I thought things were going great!" The man known as Daniel exclaimed loudly, catching the whole café's attention. The people looked to see who was causing the outburst. Little by little, the usual customers recognized the woman and continued on with their business.
"Well I guess you thought wrong then didn't you? It's over Daniel. I can't stand you any longer. Now go away," was all she said in a cool voice, taking off her glasses in frustration revealing her trademark; the emerald eyes.
"You just wait Sakura. One of these days, you're going to be the one crawling back to me," Daniel spat at her angrily. Sakura merely sighed looking bored before rolling her eyes. She smirked once more watching him storm out of the café before she walked over to her friend.
"Hey Tomoyo-chan," Sakura said to her friend as she took the mocha she was offered, sipping it quietly. "I don't see why you keep this place. You already make millions with your clothesline."
"I know, but this is just an extra something that I enjoy doing. We always used to come here, I would rather die then see it get shut down when I knew there was something I could have done," Tomoyo answered thoughtfully.
"Un… that's true. And you know the only reason why I do the modeling is because of that promise we made when we were kids and the fact I get to spend more time with you," Sakura said back to her friend and second cousin with a slight smile.
"Sakura-chan, you really need to stop this," the girl from before, now known as Tomoyo, sighed, resting her gaze upon her best friend.
"Iie Tomoyo-chan. I really don't. There's no point to all of this love that you keep on talking about with an exception of a few. You, Eriol-kun, Chiharu-chan and Takashi-kun are a part of that exception. I'm not. So why waste my time on such useless things?" Sakura tried to reason with her friend although it was to no avail. They would always talk and argue about this, but no one ever came out victorious. It always remained neutral.
"Sakura… if only you gave love a second chance, you can see that it was made for you too," Tomoyo sighed. She didn't give Sakura a chance to argue, for she went to the back of the café to get a notebook. "I need you to come in and model a few clothes for me tomorrow morning so I can send in the photographs and designs."
"But tomorrow's Friday. I have to deal with Otou-san's will tomorrow," the emerald eyed girl remarked, a more solemn look covering her visage.
"It will just take a few minutes. Then we can get back to uncle's will. I promise," Tomoyo said to her. "I just have a deadline to meet. And I need my top model for Daidouji Designs," Tomoyo said adding on a wink at the end, making Sakura's lips turn up in a small smile.
"Alright. Come early then ne?" Sakura requested. When Tomoyo nodded, Sakura left a five dollar bill on the counter and left before Tomoyo could even notice the money. (Okay, I don't know how Japanese money works, so I'm doing this according to American currency)
"What happened to the genki Sakura-chan we all knew?" Tomoyo whispered to herself as she watched her long time friend leave. With one final sigh, she left to attend to the rest of her customers.
~.. The Next Day ..~
Sakura sat quietly in her jeans and a baggy top with Touya, Tomoyo and Eriol in her living room. The attorney stood before the three with a file in his hands. They had always done a lot for them, for he was a family friend. Everyone called him Chris even though his real name was Yakashi, for it was an inside joke between himself and his now deceased friend, Fujitaka Kinomoto.
"Touya, Sakura, we can begin soon. We're just waiting for one more individual to be present and then we can start," Chris said.
"Can't we just start and when it comes to them we'll wait?" Tomoyo asked Chris. He thought about it for a moment before nodding.
"Touya, you shall be receiving all of the estate that Fujitaka owned in Japan and your father requests for all of his clothing to be donated to those in need As for all the books and things located in the library, he wants you to keep all of them. He also wanted to give you this," Chris said to him once more before handing Sakura's older brother, Touya, a red, thick leather bound notebook. Touya was a man of 30 who had jet black hair and deep brown eyes. His face was normally set in a serious manner unless he was around close family or friends. Touya unconsciously gasped before turning the object over in his hands.
"Otou-san's journal," Sakura breathed quietly when Eriol and Tomoyo looked at her quite confused. They nodded in understanding as Tomoyo placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Now as for you little Sakura… you are to receive all of your mother's clothing and half of the photos. Touya, you are to receive the other half. But as for the estate that's in—" Chris continued, but was interrupted by the doorbell. Eriol cleared his throat and excused himself to answer the door. "That must be the other man mentioned in Fujitaka's will. Well anyways, as I was saying Sakura. Your father owns a rather large estate in Hong Kong, China. Are you aware of this?" Chris asked Sakura. She simply nodded as she began to drink down her water. She felt the tears begin to form from the back of her eyes. From the way Chris could talk about her father's death, it just hurt her so much the way he was gone. He was that always so the old Sakura. And no he was gone. She always confided in him. She just didn't want to cry in front of everyone, or else they would worry. She would cry herself to sleep, like so many other nights of her life. "Well, you are to live there and share it with an old time family friend that Touya of course, never approved of until you are married," Chris continued to read from the sheet, looking up at Sakura and Touya once he was finished.
"An old time family friend that Touya never approved of?" Sakura asked aloud confused. "But you like both Eriol and Tomoyo don't you onii-chan?" Asked Sakura once more confused.
"No… Fujitaka meant me," a voice from behind them stated. Sakura's eyes grew wide from the recognition of the voice. She felt her heartbeat speed up and the blood rush to her face.
"Welcome back to Tomodea, Japan… Li Syaoran," Touya said bitterly. Sakura ever so slowly turned around and locked eyes with the man that broke her heart to what seemed to many so long ago, for the first time in five years…
TBC
SweetBabyGurl: Hello everyone :D I'm back and I'm ready to write… err type. I was so bored out of my mind today, so I just had to write something. I'm not sure how this sequel is going to come about, but please be nice for the first two chapters and this prologue. Things are being set up as of now, so don't worry. The good stuff will start to happen in maybe the third chapter at the latest. I hope you all enjoyed this prologue for the sequel of My Last Breath. If you wanted me to e-mail you, leave your e-mail address somewhere in the review and let me know. I've thrown out my old list and I need to know who I should notify. Sorry if you told me already, but yeah… if you could tell me again, that would be great. Well, don't forget to review and let me know what you think! Thanks a lot for reading and ja ne!