Prologue:
The Plan
It's Sakura Kinomoto's Junior Year in High School.
She is 17 years old.
Sakura bounced into homeroom; Sakura didn't walk, for to walk was to be of the norm; Sakura Kinomoto, the ultra genki kaijuu (Sakura: Sakura is NOT a kaijuu!) was waaaaay too genki to be of the norm. She was actually on time today-- no, 4 minutes early. Naoko, Rika, and Chiharu sweat dropped at the prospect of an early Sakura. It was just so… unnatural. Tomoyo, however, gave a tinkering laugh and nonchalantly approached her friend.
"Ohayo, Sakura-chan," Tomoyo began. Then, "Let's go sit down." As they neared the spot that Tomoyo had indicated, at the far corner of the classroom (the usual highschool hang out), Tomoyo continued speaking, groping for a topic to distract her Precious Sakura-chan from the unguarded 'oh my God!'s and 'What the hell?'s that accompanied Sakura being anything other than barely on time. She gave the Look over her shoulder at the insolent teens that would so disillusion her friend.
"Check out this kawaii skirt!" Tomoyo continued, her brow smoothing with the satisfaction of discovering a neutrally engrossing topic. "I got it in the Philippines when I was visiting my..." A pause. "Sakura? Sakuuuuuraaaaaa!…."
Tomoyo spoke into Sakura's ear; like a toothpick hitting the Liberty Bell, for all the effect one saw; Sakura did not even deign to blink. Tomoyo followed Sakura's intent gaze across the room, and found the cause of her dear Sakura-chan's spaciation (well how else do you say 'spaced-outness'? =oP). Tomoyo's glossy lips curved into a devilish smile. She took a breath. The Calm.
"Li Syaoran, why are you standing way over there!?" She bellowed, drawing the attention of most of the class. The Storm.
"Tomoyo! SHUT UP! TOMO-YOOO!" Tomoyo ignored Sakura's frantic pleas.
"Li! Li~i!" Syaoran was turning his blushing face in the opposite direction as he hurried toward a group of nearby males, looking thoroughly harassed.
"Sakura?" Sakura turned to face her friend-- more accurately, her video camera. She bore down on the brunt of her embarrassment and tried to force the redness from her cheeks. "You're blushing. I think I'll call this 'Carmine Sakura'." The comment elicited a sharper flow of pink to Sakura's face.
"Yeah, Sakura, I noticed that you started turning red as soon as Li-san walked in," Rika pressed.
" I--" She had begun to deny it, but it was irrevocably true; the moment he had walked over the tiled threshold of the room, Sakura had started having… thoughts. Thoughts that apparently inspired her to wear scarlet on her face like a beacon. 'Hoe! What's wrong with me! Just seeing Syao-- Li-kun makes me feel woozy! If he ever initiated conversation with me, I'd probably fall over!'
Before she could cudgel her thoughts into order, the teacher walked in, dubiously excited.
"Okay, class! I've got a big surprise for you all! This year's field trip is going to be a double take! Instead of going in groups of 5 to the mountains, we're going to break up into couples; boy/girl, girl/girl, or boy/boy; you may choose your own partner--"
"But sensei, what about the field trip?"
"Yeah, we can't cancel the field trip for no fu-- err, stinkin' project!"
"Ah, but there's the beauty of it: It's a project and field trip in one! A double
take! Now, we shall be lodging 2 couples to a cabin, chaperoned of course. Each 'couple' will receive a 'child' to take care of as they see fit. If the chaperone decides that you are neglecting your child, you shall have points deducted. You may call friends over to have get-togethers, request babysitters, et cetera. You shall be acting as families of the same mountain village. You shall receive fake money to begin with from your work place. I shall be giving out permission slips with more detailed information at the end of the day. Partner selection will begin after the permission slips are turned in."
"You mean we may have to share a room with a girl?"
"You choose your own partner, doofus! Not that any girl *would* live with you. At least not by her own will."
Conversation continued in this manner, until the sensei raised a hand for silence.
"I would like for you all to put this to the back of your minds and concentrate on today's lesson… class… class? Oh, lord."
The students ignored the teacher's cries for silence, writing down supply lists, ideal partners, talking about who their lucky groom would be, etc.
As everyone settled down, thumbs twiddling, eyes sparkling, anxiety and excitement causing itches, there sat one girl, one lavender-eyed girl, perfectly still; a dot of black, unmoving in a swirling sea of color. She thought furiously, incessantly, with a mind possessed; if you can call outfit design and match making possession.
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Tomoyo glided down the curved, spiraling marble steps of her home, her brain toiling feverishly. She was smiling all the while, revising the details of her plan. 'Well, that might work… or… I don't know… maybe… hmmm…' The only thoughts that remained lucid, however, were 'This is going to be *good*', and 'with just a little more ribbon, we have perfection'.
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Naoko hurried down the street in her brand new, custom made sneakers, wondering why she was walking. Her parents had bought her a Benz-Corvette, of which she was only slightly ashamed. Her father was the owner of the business that they had bought the car from; she still reddened at the thought of that ominous day.
Flash
"Okay, honey, you go out there, and you pick any car you want. Any one!"
"Really? You mean it Dad?"
"Of course, sweet pea! Any car you want" he admonished.
Naoko was not really a compulsive girl; she took her time, closely scrutinizing each car that she passed. She thought that she had made a round on the entire lot before she found it: a metallic purple Mercedes Benz-Corvette-- her favorite car in her favorite color. She knew that she and the car were meant for each other. She stood beside her car-to-be and gestured grandly, like a model at a car show. It would have been picture perfect; if not for the evil minion hovering over head, who'd chosen that very moment to empty the ramparts of its lunch onto the car's hood.
Her father looked at the price, ignoring the huge black-speckled splotch; "50,000 dollars!? What the hell's going on here? What idiot sets these prices?"
Naoko, nearly in tears over the poo incident, stopped, dumbfounded.
"Daddy… You do…"
"Oh… eh hehehe, yeah…" After a few more moments of embarrassed silence, her father said,
"Yeah, well, I think that 50,000 is asking a little much… I'd say 15 thou seems more reasonable." He took out one of those spray cans that dealers used to mark down prices (which he just happened to have in his coat pocket), and, looking around suspiciously, changed the price; it now read "$15,000".
"And we'll have it cleaned and waxed, too. No one need ever know about this little… err… poo poo problem." He had been gesturing wildly, the spray can still in his hand, and speaking in an unnecessarily loud voice. People turned to see the spectacle; they were getting their first glimpse of Naoko's glamorous car-- spattered in bird terd.
Flash
Naoko gave a mental shudder at the memory and decided to pick up her pace; whatever it was that Tomoyo had planned, it was very urgent.
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Chiharu stepped through the door, soaking wet, her cute aqua dress clinging to her form. She stood on the welcome mat, trying not to leak onto the marble tiles. She was the last person to arrive at Tomoyo's house, since she had been at Takashi's (now what were ya'll up to that required so much attention? Chiharu: Shut up!). She was also the only person to get caught in the rain that poured like meticulously crafted anvils.
Tomoyo's dark purple, highlighted hair appeared from the dark nothingness of the entryway.
Tomoyo briefly studied her friend's appearance, gasping,
"Oh, my goodness! I'll make some mint tea; there're towels and blankets in the first closet to your right, right down that hallway. It's right before the bathroom. You can borrow some clothes, if you want." Tomoyo pointed to another closet. "You can tell us all that happened when you're done."
"Oh, thank you so much, Tomoyo-chan!"
"What are friends for?" Tomoyo smiled.
Chiharu jogged down the hall, grabbed an over-sized shirt and shorts from the mentioned closet, then grabbed a towel and stepped into the bathroom. She peeled off her cold, wet dress, easing into the bathtub to take a quick shower.
When she emerged, smelling like lavender flowers, she toweled dry and slipped into the clothing she had found. She would have to go bare foot; her shoes were soaked.
By the time she joined the others, the tea was being served, and small cookies were set all over the table, along with other hors 'devours. She plopped down among all of her friends, murmuring a weak "Hey…"
Someone shoved a cup of minty smelling tea under her nose, which she gladly accepted.
"So, what happened to you?"
Chiharu told them all that she had been studying (mmmhmm o.O) with Takashi when she got a call on her cell, which she hadn't taken with her to Takashi's room. She had started walking to Tomoyo's, when the rain over took her.
"And here I find myself," She ended, sipping the tea, feeling relaxation envelope her very being. (gotta love that mint tea!)
"That's gotta suck," Someone said. Curiously, Chiharu noted that Tomoyo had invited all the girls in their class instead of just 'The Girls'-- herself, Naoko, Rika, and Tomoyo.
"Yeah," was the murmured agreement.
"Well, you guys, let's get down to business," Tomoyo began. "We are all aware that there is a field trip starting Friday and ending after 7 days, correct?" she questioned.
They nodded their understanding.
"Well, I believe we are also aware that there is a certain cute couple that needs help starting their relationship?"
"Cut the crap, Tomoyo. Just say 'Sakura and Syaoran'!"
The other girls giggled.
"Well, if you are all already aware that there is this dilemma, let us now take measures necessary to its repudiation." (Sound like Eriol to you?)
"Tomoyo-chan, what are you saying?" The general confusion in the air was almost tangible.
"I've got a plan."
"Ohhh!" Comprehension-- relief.
"Alright. Now, here's the deal: You will each ask your assigned person to be your partner, okay? There's an uneven number of kids in our class, so one of us will have to go with the teacher."
"Oh, me! MEEE!" Exclaimed Rika.
"Sure Rika, that'd be great. Now, Naoko, you will go with Gene."
"Oh, he's so cute!"
"Yeah, anyway, Ayame and Ayane, you guys have Tenchi and Tenchu. Zat cool?"
"SureSure," came the not-quite-unison reply.
"Alright. Usagi, Darien; Molly, Nephrite; Zoi, Malachite; is that alright?"
"Kick ass!"
"Okay…" The exchange was carried on thus, with sighing or cheering at the pairs, eager trading of husbands, etc. Finally, Tomoyo wrapped it up.
"Okay, Chiharu, you've got Takashi, and I'll be with you, Meiling."
"Cool."
"Now, if everybody's satisfied, let's have some fun, ne? Okay, you guys, make sure you pack make up and dress up clothes; PLENTY of frills; if you don't have any, see me, I've got plenty of extra lace and ribbons." Tomoyo smiled. "There's no WAY we'll be bored on this trip!" The entire room sweat dropped. The girls overcame their uneasiness, mentally giving in to Tomoyo's well known volition. Not letting the mood died, someone bellowed a good natured,
"Yeah, let's party!"
Tomoyo turned on her new disco ball and funky music, then brought out the party food-- chips and dips and everything junkie.
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Sooooo…? What say you? This is the first chapter of Cabin Trip. Should I continue it? I've got the next 2 1/2 chapters just about done, so yay or nay, just say (sucky attempt at rhyming; I don't write poetry, I play soccer!) Please review! I beg of thee! PLEEEAAASSSEEE! You could just say "nice story" or, "man, that sucked! end it now, please!" in the little box below, and I'd be content… And also, I would appreciate anyone reviewing my other fic… please… please? I LIVE for feed back!
And by the way:
[Insert standard disclaimer here] [Applicable to any and all extensions]
The Plan
It's Sakura Kinomoto's Junior Year in High School.
She is 17 years old.
Sakura bounced into homeroom; Sakura didn't walk, for to walk was to be of the norm; Sakura Kinomoto, the ultra genki kaijuu (Sakura: Sakura is NOT a kaijuu!) was waaaaay too genki to be of the norm. She was actually on time today-- no, 4 minutes early. Naoko, Rika, and Chiharu sweat dropped at the prospect of an early Sakura. It was just so… unnatural. Tomoyo, however, gave a tinkering laugh and nonchalantly approached her friend.
"Ohayo, Sakura-chan," Tomoyo began. Then, "Let's go sit down." As they neared the spot that Tomoyo had indicated, at the far corner of the classroom (the usual highschool hang out), Tomoyo continued speaking, groping for a topic to distract her Precious Sakura-chan from the unguarded 'oh my God!'s and 'What the hell?'s that accompanied Sakura being anything other than barely on time. She gave the Look over her shoulder at the insolent teens that would so disillusion her friend.
"Check out this kawaii skirt!" Tomoyo continued, her brow smoothing with the satisfaction of discovering a neutrally engrossing topic. "I got it in the Philippines when I was visiting my..." A pause. "Sakura? Sakuuuuuraaaaaa!…."
Tomoyo spoke into Sakura's ear; like a toothpick hitting the Liberty Bell, for all the effect one saw; Sakura did not even deign to blink. Tomoyo followed Sakura's intent gaze across the room, and found the cause of her dear Sakura-chan's spaciation (well how else do you say 'spaced-outness'? =oP). Tomoyo's glossy lips curved into a devilish smile. She took a breath. The Calm.
"Li Syaoran, why are you standing way over there!?" She bellowed, drawing the attention of most of the class. The Storm.
"Tomoyo! SHUT UP! TOMO-YOOO!" Tomoyo ignored Sakura's frantic pleas.
"Li! Li~i!" Syaoran was turning his blushing face in the opposite direction as he hurried toward a group of nearby males, looking thoroughly harassed.
"Sakura?" Sakura turned to face her friend-- more accurately, her video camera. She bore down on the brunt of her embarrassment and tried to force the redness from her cheeks. "You're blushing. I think I'll call this 'Carmine Sakura'." The comment elicited a sharper flow of pink to Sakura's face.
"Yeah, Sakura, I noticed that you started turning red as soon as Li-san walked in," Rika pressed.
" I--" She had begun to deny it, but it was irrevocably true; the moment he had walked over the tiled threshold of the room, Sakura had started having… thoughts. Thoughts that apparently inspired her to wear scarlet on her face like a beacon. 'Hoe! What's wrong with me! Just seeing Syao-- Li-kun makes me feel woozy! If he ever initiated conversation with me, I'd probably fall over!'
Before she could cudgel her thoughts into order, the teacher walked in, dubiously excited.
"Okay, class! I've got a big surprise for you all! This year's field trip is going to be a double take! Instead of going in groups of 5 to the mountains, we're going to break up into couples; boy/girl, girl/girl, or boy/boy; you may choose your own partner--"
"But sensei, what about the field trip?"
"Yeah, we can't cancel the field trip for no fu-- err, stinkin' project!"
"Ah, but there's the beauty of it: It's a project and field trip in one! A double
take! Now, we shall be lodging 2 couples to a cabin, chaperoned of course. Each 'couple' will receive a 'child' to take care of as they see fit. If the chaperone decides that you are neglecting your child, you shall have points deducted. You may call friends over to have get-togethers, request babysitters, et cetera. You shall be acting as families of the same mountain village. You shall receive fake money to begin with from your work place. I shall be giving out permission slips with more detailed information at the end of the day. Partner selection will begin after the permission slips are turned in."
"You mean we may have to share a room with a girl?"
"You choose your own partner, doofus! Not that any girl *would* live with you. At least not by her own will."
Conversation continued in this manner, until the sensei raised a hand for silence.
"I would like for you all to put this to the back of your minds and concentrate on today's lesson… class… class? Oh, lord."
The students ignored the teacher's cries for silence, writing down supply lists, ideal partners, talking about who their lucky groom would be, etc.
As everyone settled down, thumbs twiddling, eyes sparkling, anxiety and excitement causing itches, there sat one girl, one lavender-eyed girl, perfectly still; a dot of black, unmoving in a swirling sea of color. She thought furiously, incessantly, with a mind possessed; if you can call outfit design and match making possession.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tomoyo glided down the curved, spiraling marble steps of her home, her brain toiling feverishly. She was smiling all the while, revising the details of her plan. 'Well, that might work… or… I don't know… maybe… hmmm…' The only thoughts that remained lucid, however, were 'This is going to be *good*', and 'with just a little more ribbon, we have perfection'.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Naoko hurried down the street in her brand new, custom made sneakers, wondering why she was walking. Her parents had bought her a Benz-Corvette, of which she was only slightly ashamed. Her father was the owner of the business that they had bought the car from; she still reddened at the thought of that ominous day.
Flash
"Okay, honey, you go out there, and you pick any car you want. Any one!"
"Really? You mean it Dad?"
"Of course, sweet pea! Any car you want" he admonished.
Naoko was not really a compulsive girl; she took her time, closely scrutinizing each car that she passed. She thought that she had made a round on the entire lot before she found it: a metallic purple Mercedes Benz-Corvette-- her favorite car in her favorite color. She knew that she and the car were meant for each other. She stood beside her car-to-be and gestured grandly, like a model at a car show. It would have been picture perfect; if not for the evil minion hovering over head, who'd chosen that very moment to empty the ramparts of its lunch onto the car's hood.
Her father looked at the price, ignoring the huge black-speckled splotch; "50,000 dollars!? What the hell's going on here? What idiot sets these prices?"
Naoko, nearly in tears over the poo incident, stopped, dumbfounded.
"Daddy… You do…"
"Oh… eh hehehe, yeah…" After a few more moments of embarrassed silence, her father said,
"Yeah, well, I think that 50,000 is asking a little much… I'd say 15 thou seems more reasonable." He took out one of those spray cans that dealers used to mark down prices (which he just happened to have in his coat pocket), and, looking around suspiciously, changed the price; it now read "$15,000".
"And we'll have it cleaned and waxed, too. No one need ever know about this little… err… poo poo problem." He had been gesturing wildly, the spray can still in his hand, and speaking in an unnecessarily loud voice. People turned to see the spectacle; they were getting their first glimpse of Naoko's glamorous car-- spattered in bird terd.
Flash
Naoko gave a mental shudder at the memory and decided to pick up her pace; whatever it was that Tomoyo had planned, it was very urgent.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chiharu stepped through the door, soaking wet, her cute aqua dress clinging to her form. She stood on the welcome mat, trying not to leak onto the marble tiles. She was the last person to arrive at Tomoyo's house, since she had been at Takashi's (now what were ya'll up to that required so much attention? Chiharu: Shut up!). She was also the only person to get caught in the rain that poured like meticulously crafted anvils.
Tomoyo's dark purple, highlighted hair appeared from the dark nothingness of the entryway.
Tomoyo briefly studied her friend's appearance, gasping,
"Oh, my goodness! I'll make some mint tea; there're towels and blankets in the first closet to your right, right down that hallway. It's right before the bathroom. You can borrow some clothes, if you want." Tomoyo pointed to another closet. "You can tell us all that happened when you're done."
"Oh, thank you so much, Tomoyo-chan!"
"What are friends for?" Tomoyo smiled.
Chiharu jogged down the hall, grabbed an over-sized shirt and shorts from the mentioned closet, then grabbed a towel and stepped into the bathroom. She peeled off her cold, wet dress, easing into the bathtub to take a quick shower.
When she emerged, smelling like lavender flowers, she toweled dry and slipped into the clothing she had found. She would have to go bare foot; her shoes were soaked.
By the time she joined the others, the tea was being served, and small cookies were set all over the table, along with other hors 'devours. She plopped down among all of her friends, murmuring a weak "Hey…"
Someone shoved a cup of minty smelling tea under her nose, which she gladly accepted.
"So, what happened to you?"
Chiharu told them all that she had been studying (mmmhmm o.O) with Takashi when she got a call on her cell, which she hadn't taken with her to Takashi's room. She had started walking to Tomoyo's, when the rain over took her.
"And here I find myself," She ended, sipping the tea, feeling relaxation envelope her very being. (gotta love that mint tea!)
"That's gotta suck," Someone said. Curiously, Chiharu noted that Tomoyo had invited all the girls in their class instead of just 'The Girls'-- herself, Naoko, Rika, and Tomoyo.
"Yeah," was the murmured agreement.
"Well, you guys, let's get down to business," Tomoyo began. "We are all aware that there is a field trip starting Friday and ending after 7 days, correct?" she questioned.
They nodded their understanding.
"Well, I believe we are also aware that there is a certain cute couple that needs help starting their relationship?"
"Cut the crap, Tomoyo. Just say 'Sakura and Syaoran'!"
The other girls giggled.
"Well, if you are all already aware that there is this dilemma, let us now take measures necessary to its repudiation." (Sound like Eriol to you?)
"Tomoyo-chan, what are you saying?" The general confusion in the air was almost tangible.
"I've got a plan."
"Ohhh!" Comprehension-- relief.
"Alright. Now, here's the deal: You will each ask your assigned person to be your partner, okay? There's an uneven number of kids in our class, so one of us will have to go with the teacher."
"Oh, me! MEEE!" Exclaimed Rika.
"Sure Rika, that'd be great. Now, Naoko, you will go with Gene."
"Oh, he's so cute!"
"Yeah, anyway, Ayame and Ayane, you guys have Tenchi and Tenchu. Zat cool?"
"SureSure," came the not-quite-unison reply.
"Alright. Usagi, Darien; Molly, Nephrite; Zoi, Malachite; is that alright?"
"Kick ass!"
"Okay…" The exchange was carried on thus, with sighing or cheering at the pairs, eager trading of husbands, etc. Finally, Tomoyo wrapped it up.
"Okay, Chiharu, you've got Takashi, and I'll be with you, Meiling."
"Cool."
"Now, if everybody's satisfied, let's have some fun, ne? Okay, you guys, make sure you pack make up and dress up clothes; PLENTY of frills; if you don't have any, see me, I've got plenty of extra lace and ribbons." Tomoyo smiled. "There's no WAY we'll be bored on this trip!" The entire room sweat dropped. The girls overcame their uneasiness, mentally giving in to Tomoyo's well known volition. Not letting the mood died, someone bellowed a good natured,
"Yeah, let's party!"
Tomoyo turned on her new disco ball and funky music, then brought out the party food-- chips and dips and everything junkie.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sooooo…? What say you? This is the first chapter of Cabin Trip. Should I continue it? I've got the next 2 1/2 chapters just about done, so yay or nay, just say (sucky attempt at rhyming; I don't write poetry, I play soccer!) Please review! I beg of thee! PLEEEAAASSSEEE! You could just say "nice story" or, "man, that sucked! end it now, please!" in the little box below, and I'd be content… And also, I would appreciate anyone reviewing my other fic… please… please? I LIVE for feed back!
And by the way:
[Insert standard disclaimer here] [Applicable to any and all extensions]