This is my second fic though my first Card Captor Sakura fic.
Disclaimer: CCS is owned by CLAMP.
IMPORTANT NOTE!! : I do have to say that this story line is not entirely made up by me; I received permission from Classy Riddle to somewhat continue/use her amazing story line for my own greedy and selfish wishes! (she wrote Queen of Clubs, though it is discontinued) And if you have read the fic, I have to say you might find some similar ideas/phrases.
Suddenly invited into the elite, but mysterious, society of Japan's finest, one would be extremely tempted by the gilded cage, but one should also be careful as well.
Gilded Cage- Chapter I: The Invitation
"Oi. Why the hell is your floor covered in all of this crap?"
Moaning in reply, I blindly reached for my fleece comforter—which was currently missing from its usual spot next to—to shield me from the incoming chilly flow of air, but in the end gave up.
"Oi. The thing said one day; not forever. And why is it the hardest task for girls to pack a single bag?"
I grabbed at a random pillow from under me, and threw it at the annoying voice.
"Go away Touya." I yelled my voice dry and raspy.
The pillow plopped somewhere unknown and obvious sign that that it had missed its target.
Touya let out a loud chuckle. "It makes me wonder how you were even invited."
I released and irritated growl and sat up. "Shut Touya, you're just jealous that I was invited and you weren't when you were my age!"
He gave out another loud chuckle. "Why would I be jealous of a kaiju like you?" He lifted a pointer finger at my head, "Besides, they're probably not even going to let you in with hair like that."
I touched my hair. I felt my eyes go wide and I crawled out of bed to the bathroom to inspect my hair problem. As my eyes met the mirror, a high-pitched squeal escaped from my mouth.
"Where's my phone?" I yelled, exiting my bathroom and began to search my messy ground. "Touya, why are you just standing there? Help me find my phone! I need to call Tomoyo-chan."
Receiving zero help, I looked up at him. "What?" I asked, frustration lining my words.
"It's seven-thirty." He said staring down at me.
If I wasn't down on all fours, I would've stepped on his foot.
"And how exactly is that relevant to the fact that I'm looking for my phone?" I gave him a look of exasperation.
He glared at me. "As I was saying, it's eight and the invitation said to be there at ten."
As realization dawned on me, I grabbed the creamy white envelope from off my desk and ripped it open. I scanned over the elegant calligraphy.
To Miss Sakura Kinomoto:
You—along with others—have been nominated as a selectee to join The Deck.
As you know, having been chosen for The Deck is a prestigious honor only given to the most outstanding young citizens in all of Japan.
There is no need to R.S.V.P. as long as you show up at the initiation, as that will be enough. Hence if you do not come, we will take that as a rejection of our proposal.
If you do choose to come, please pack a day's worth of clothing, as you will be presenting yourself to Japan's finest. Though please remember to pack the appropriate dress ware.
The date of your initiation is the 15th of May at ten o'clock.
Please do not be late to the estate, as we do not tolerate lateness.
Sincerely,
The Deck.
"I only have two and a half hours to get ready? What am I going to do?!" I panicked. "Help me look for my phone Touya!"
Sliding the invitation back into the envelope, careful not to damage the thin lace border on the cover before proceeding to search again.
Grabbing a duffel bag I started to do a cross between stuffing random articles of clothing—hoping to be able to throw something together later and maybe it would look acceptable.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
The abrupt ringing made me drop the duffel bag, spilling its contents back on the ground.
Glancing at the scattered clothes, I let out a frustrated groan. "I swear to Kami, if the person calling isn't in a situation of life and death I will kill them!" I screamed running over to the source of the ringing, my bed.
Searching furiously, I finally came upon my vibrating pink phone under my barricade of blankets. Clicking on the green phone, promptly ending the ringing and vibrating at once, I answered with a tart: "What?"
Is that a way to greet your best friend Sakura-chan?
Hearing Tomoyo's melodious voice caused me to allow tears of stress to escape from the corners of my eyes.
"I'm sorry Tomoyo-chan. It's just that I woke up late—no help from Touya," I glared at my brother standing by the door, who glared back before exiting my room, "And now I'm flipping out because I have nothing for the initiation today and I'm going to look like a fool standing among all of the other rich, spoiled kids—no offense Tomoyo-chan— "
None taken.
"And my hair," I whimpered touching my hair lightly. "Touya was laughing at me and—"
We are definitely going to fix that bed head of yours. And I think if I look close enough you even have some knots in the back.
"I know it's horrible, I tried my best to fix everything by myself but I don't have any of your fancy-schmancy tools and—" I stopped mid-sentence. "How do you know—"
I'm right outside, but you slept with your window open again Sakura-chan, I though I told you to always remember to close it; you can never be too sure that someone isn't watching.
I shuddered lightly at the ominous warning, but nonetheless ran excitedly up to my window to see Tomoyo waving at me, resting casually on her big delivery sized truck which was parked behind her limo.
"Hey Tomoyo!" I yelled out the window, making nearby birds fly out of the trees next to my room.
"Kaiju stop screaming you're going to wake up the neighbors!" my brother shouted from his room.
"Shut up Touya! And shouldn't you get ready for your date with Yukito?" I shouted back teasingly.
When I didn't get a reply, I knew that I had hit a soft spot and made him blush.
That was rather mean Sakura-chan.
I shrugged my shoulders. "He'll live." I snickered.
Okay, but you need to hurry up and get your butt outside so we can dress you up in the little time we have. I'm going to hang up now.
"Wait! What about my clothes?" I asked.
Honestly Sakura-chan, how long have you known me? I'm leaning on my boutique truck, and Aribelle and Madeline are inside ready to do your makeup and hair. Now I'm going to hang up, but before you even set foot outside of your room you better have your invitation.
As she hung up, I quickly put on a random shirt and shorts, and threw my hair up in a sloppy ponytail before snatching up the invitation from my desk and along with my phone in hand I sprinted down the stairs into the kitchen, where my dad was standing in front of the stove holding a spatula.
"Good morning dad." I said, pecking him on his cheek before walking towards the dinner table. "Good morning mom."
Today's picture was beautiful as usual. Dressed in a casual uniform, she donned a stylish black blazer over a velvety white button up with a snug, knee-length pencil skirt with equaled the blazer in color, topped off with a pair of black pumps. She was in a leaning against a thick, golden stair railing and wearing almost no make-up, she looked absolutely stunning.
'Wow. Mom looks hot.' I giggled, picking up the picture frame gently.
Skimming over the picture, my eyes landed on a small pin in the shape of a club that lay neatly in the center of the blazer's lapel, it was engraved with the English letter 'Q'.
"Sakura." My dad's voice reached my ears and though I wanted to examine closer, my nose couldn't resist the succulent aromas that flowed from the kitchen.
Reentering the kitchen, I was handed a large, three-tier bento wrapped in an intricately decorated cloth.
"Here, lunch," he said stuffing a couple pairs of chopsticks through the hole made by the cloth. "I know the ride from here is pretty long, so I made some lunch for you to share with people you meet."
Smiling brightly at him, I maneuvered the bulky box to one arm and put my phone in my pocket, the invitation in my mouth.
"Thanks dad. I'll be sure to meet a bunch of new people especially with your bento!"
Grinning at me, he patted my head gently. "You've grown into a fine woman, Sakura, your mother would be proud to see you today. Now get going Tomoyo's probably waiting for you."
Nodding my head goodbye, I exited the kitchen and walked over to the door, slipping off my house slippers and sliding into a pair of flip-flops.
Leaving the house, I ran to Tomoyo who took the invitation from my mouth, pocketing it and took the bento from my hands putting it in the limo before pushing me into the truck.
I gawked at the multiple dresses and outfits that hung from the rows and rows of bars in the truck.
"Hurry up Sakura-chan! We have no time for you to stand amazed. You need major attention. But my question is how can you sleep without any restrictions when you knew that the initiation was today?" she questioned.
"I don't… know?"
Sighing she motioned for her two twin maids, Aribelle and Madeline, to come forward.
"You two know what to do. Aribelle, make-up is au natural with emphasis on her eyes and Madeline, hair is half-up and half-down curled, and I'll pick out today's outfits. We have two an half hours. Let's get to work!" she said.
Landing in a seat, Aribelle applied some type of sticky gunk on my face before spreading it completely over my face, while my head was jerked back by Madeline and a strong spray of water rained down prior to hands roughly massaging my head.
I soon gave up trying to guess what was going in and out of my hair, and what the main ingredient in the gunk was.
Slowly falling asleep, I was vaguely aware what was happening to me.
"Hey, Sakura wake up." I was shook awake by Tomoyo, who was staring worriedly at me. "Are you okay, we were starting to think that you had died."
I laughed lightly. "Sorry, just tired. So are you done?" I asked.
Clapping her hands together, Tomoyo giggled giddily. "Almost done and you look so gorgeous! Now go put this outfit on, you can go behind that folding screen." She said pointing to a corner of the truck.
Pushed behind the screen, I quickly slipped on the outfit. A chic, canary-yellow, lace camisole with a casual beige jacket and a calf-length white skirt with a classy brocade design, along with a simple pair of white heels.
Walking out, I was hurriedly pushed back into the chair and Aribelle swiped a light layer of blusher on my cheeks, while Madeline added a small, decorative pearl barrette to hold my hair together.
The twins stepped back and along with Tomoyo, inspected me head to toe. The twins squealed in unison, as Tomoyo pulled out her familiar V-8 camcorder.
"Sakura-chan you look so adorable and here take this clutch—I put your invitation in it by the way." handing me a small clutch the same color of my camisole. "But enough of this we have to speed to the estate!" she said and she pushed me out of the truck and into the limo.
Closing the door behind me, I waved back at the twin maids who hopped in the front of the truck and drove away.
"Jacques." Tomoyo called, knocking on the opaque window that separated the front of the limo from the back.
Sliding mechanically open, the driver, Jacques, smiled at the two of us.
"Yes Tomoyo-sama?"
"How fast can you get us to the estate?" she asked the aging driver.
He chuckled and said, "Hold on." And the window slid back to its previous state.
"Tomoyo-sama, we've arrived at the mansion."
I snapped awake at the sound of Jacque's voice, lifting my head up from the position on Tomoyo's shoulder, gently shaking her.
"Wake up Tomoyo-chan." I whispered. "We're here."
Rubbing her eyes, she stretched her arms and looked down to her watch. "Well there's no point in rushing in seeing as how we're already fifteen minutes late. At least it's just the mixer, so I suppose you should be fine. Either way, wait outside at the gate while I go change into my clothes for the initiation." Stepping out of the limo, she helped me out scrutinized me head to toe making sure that as we slept nothing was tarnished. "Stay out of trouble because as a selectee the last thing you want to do is upset someone of higher rank than you."
"Higher rank? What do you mean?" I asked confused.
She rolled her eyes dismissing the question. "It would be to bothersome to explain it to all at once now and it would be an overload of information, so just wait until the dinner party—and I have the prettiest dress for you! But all is due in good time." And with a small wave she vanished behind the gate.
Sighing I reached for the large bento, hoisting it on to my hip before waving goodbye to Jacques who drove away.
'You can do this Sakura!' I thought, 'Just smile and take as much things in as you can.'
Walking up, I was face to-face with the huge, steel gates that caged the estate. I couldn't help but to let out an amazed "Wow!"
The heels of my shoes clicked in rhythm as they were met with the meticulously set granite ground as I paced down the path. Surveying my surroundings, the path was bordered with crowded rows of thick forest.
As curiosity got the better of me I couldn't resist slipping between the trees. Gazing around at the multiple trees that sloped together to form a tightly knit canopy, I flash of light seeped in from a crack in the barrier and hit my eye, momentarily blinding me; I indistinctly felt a familiar belonging within the barrier of trees.
'Have I been here before?' I thought hugging the bento to my chest wishing for some of its warmth. 'Nonsense. It's my first time here, but… '
I sauntered over to a pair of trees that seemed to stand out between in the forest, studying it I stepped cautiously amid to two trees, careful not to let any loose branches snag at my skirt.
Finally pushing through, I felt myself subconsciously smile at the serene setting I had come across. It was well lit by sunlight, which fed the abnormally lush green grass that draped over the ground, letting random flowers appear here and there. Though the thing that caught my eye was a great oak in the middle of the ground that had a tree swing tied onto it.
Dropping the bento on the ground next to me, I stumbled over to the swing feeling a child-esque veil fall over me and I stumbled to find the right would to describe the tranquil feeling the setting gave off.
I decided to go with a word that would fit with my current child-esque veil that was still present. "It's… pretty." I whispered.
Setting down daintily on the seat, careful not to back the brittle wood with my weight, I smiled and kicked of from the ground catching a breeze which carried me back and forth.
"Be careful kids! Make sure you don't fall off." A voice warned gently.
We giggled and paid no heed to her warning, we just kept swinging.
"Saku one day I'm going to be the next King of Spa's!"
I giggled in return, grabbing hold of the boy as the strong wind pushed us.
"Fine Ran. But that means you have to make me the Queen of Spa's!" I gave him a toothy grin.
We both smiled at each other and linked pinkies.
Staring around, I saw that among the aged trees was a rather new patio set which sat under the shade of an arch.
Hopping off from the swing to go investigate I landed odd, tripping over my feet sending me on my back. Letting out a pained cry I was suddenly interrupted by a tiny growl from above me.
Scared to open my eyes, I though of the worst. 'Is it a ghost? Please tell me it's not a ghost, anything but a ghost.' I thought thinking back to Touya's childish stories. 'No. Get a hold of yourself Sakura, your eighteen and still afraid of ghosts? Just open your eyes and see what it is.'
Gulping inwardly, I counted to three before snapping my eyes open to come face to face with an over-exposed Japanese Spitz making its coat a light gold.
A glimmer of light hit the name tag blinding my eye. 'Cerberus. Wasn't that the three-headed dog that guarded the gates of Hell?'
Cerberus—the one-headed one—stared back down at me, growling in a low warning tone.
Slowly standing back up, hopeful not to alert Cerberus in any way before wiping the light layer of dirt that had attached to my clothes. 'Great, Tomoyo's going to kill me if she sees me all covered in dirt.'
After I was sure all of the dirt was gone, I slinked away from Cerberus, who was still watching me intently. I looked over to the trees from where I entered from and my eyes fell on the forlorn bento.
'Dad did say to share with new people.' I thought looking at Cerberus. 'Though I'm pretty sure he never thought of me sharing with a dog!' Giggling at the thought I treaded over to the bento and unwrapped the intricate cloth folding it neatly, setting it to the side. Opening up the top I felt my mouth begin to salivate enough to equal the young canine as the succulent smells tackled our noses. I plucked some octopus-shaped sausages and motioned over to Cerberus who in turn sauntered over to me and dematerialized the mini sausages off my hand.
I suppose he's just one of those dogs who trust you as long as you give him food, because once the first couple of sausages disappeared down his throat he started to allow me to pet him.
I rolled my eyes and couldn't help to laugh at his gluttonous self as he began to consume more and more of my sausages.
"What a fatty." I teased, but still couldn't resist throwing him one last sausage before closing back up the bento, attempting to wrap it in the neat style my dad seemed to possess but gave up and simply tying it in a sloppy knot.
"Come on Cerberus, Tomoyo's probably waiting somewhere by the gate fuming." I shuddered at the thought, turning to leave I bumped haphazardly into someone landing once again on my butt.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" a cold voice echoed through the hideaway.
Glancing up, I found that the defiant being that stood obstinately in front of the exit was, well… hot.
Glaring down at me was a pair of smoldering, amber eyes that looked right through me. His flawless face held an expression of newfound hate, permitting a natural frown carve deep creases in his forehead, his cheeks arched perfectly to the point where I could run my fingers effortlessly over it, his hair was a rich color of brown as it shined each time he turned, and his lips laid in a disgruntled scowl.
"Do I have something on my face?" he asked coldly.
Surprised that I was caught goggling at the stranger, I was even more shocked at the fact that I actually let myself stare. Clearing my throat, I stood up hopeful that it would even out the height difference, but with no avail as I was still a measly head shorter than him.
Cerberus snarled fiercely at the stranger, who in return made a human-like snarl himself.
Having anger for the stranger as well, I opened my mouth to argue but was beat to the chase.
"I'll ask you again only because I'm feeling generous today, who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" he demanded keeping his glare on me.
"I'm not obligated to answer you." I retorted, stubborn to back down.
Obviously bewildered by the fact that I had talked back, he stood speechless for a moment before reacting.
"Actually you are obligated to tell me whether you want to or not, as you are trespassing on private property." He exclaimed smugly.
Appalled at the fact that he accused me of trespassing, I poked a finger at his apparent well-toned chest that was covered in a simple white button up paired with well-ironed black slacks.
"Who am I? I think the question is who are you? For all I know you could be the one who's really trespassing!" I shot back.
He let out an angry growl before looking down at the ground, he began to count.
'He obviously has anger-management problems.' I thought glimpsing down at Cerberus who was still on guard.
"Look here," he finally said, glaring down at me. "If you really aren't trespassing as you say and you seem to be an inductee seeing as how you don't have a pin yet, you should have an invitation. So if you show it to me, I'll believe you." He crossed his arms haughtily, wearing a proud smirk.
"Of course I have it." I countered, reaching down for my clutch… which I didn't have.
Biting my lip, I averted my gaze to the ground. "I don't have it on me right now, but if you let me go get it—"
He scoffed loudly, running his hand through his wild hair. "Right, so I'll let you go get your 'invitation' and then you can escape after trespassing on my private property."
Grabbing my hand, I blushed at the warmth that his hand radiated.
The moment was short lived as Cerberus barked loudly, reminding us both that he was still present.
"You stupid dog, go back to Eri—" he started.
"Syaoran-kun! Where are you?" a voice called out. "I know you're around here somewhere, so just hurry up and come out! Syaoran-kun!"
"Shit!" he yelled before releasing my hand, running to the direction of the opening.
Stopping just before he exited, he turned around and tossed something my way.
"I came back to get it but you had stepped all over it, and I don't want it now that you've dirtied it. So take it." He said curtly, as the object fluttered to the ground and he disappeared between the trees.
Waiting a few seconds before I knew that he was gone, I looked down to my hand that was still slightly warm.
'For someone who spoke so coldly his hand was pretty warm. How ironic.' I thought before slowly walking over to the spot where that object landed. 'It's a handkerchief.'
Picking the handkerchief up, I brushed the dirt from it, inspecting it. It was a faded periwinkle soiled by dirt and grass stains.
'I guess he has a reason for not wanting it.' I winced.
Flipping it over in my hands, I lightly brushed my hand over a sloppily sewed patch in the shape of a small sakura blossom. Smiling gently, I pocketed the handkerchief.
'I'll wash it tonight and I'll give it back to him the next time I see him—though I hope its not soon.' I thought. 'Syaoran. I'll remember that.' I noted in the back of my head.
Sighing, I picked up the bento that had become relatively lighter due to the stomach of Cerberus and walked over to the trees. 'I really should be getting back to the gate or else Tomoyo's going to kill me!'
I was one step out of the setting when I was pushed back onto my butt—again!
"What? Are you back to give me off to the police?" I said staring down at the grass, rubbing my aching butt.
"Am I supposed to?"
I whipped my head up to the suave new voice. It was a tall man, at least a head taller than Syaoran, he had abnormally bright, platinum blonde hair. He bent over and stuck out his hand, giving me a flirtatious smile. "Here let me help you up."
I tried my best to smile back as I took his hand. "T-Thank you."
Giving me another flirtatious smile, he held my hand leaning down to kiss it.
"Oi. Fai. What the hell are you doing?" a new voice spat venomously, the man—Fai—jumped up, quickly letting go of my hand.
I moved over, as I was blocked by Fai's tall figure, to see who the person was. This time it was a petite sized Chinese woman, who's most dominant feature at the moment was her fiery ruby eyes, as they glared intensely at the man.
"You told me you were going to look for Syaoran, and yet I find you flirting with one of the inductees!" she shouted, stomping over to Fai. "You're despicable!"
"Now Mei-chan, I just saw Naoko drag poor Syaoran away to his untimely death." he said, laughing at the recollection. "And besides Eriol's looking for Kero, so I decided to help him and as I came here I bumped into—your name?" he asked me.
"Sakura. Sakura Kinomoto." I said awkwardly as Mei-Ling's glare never softened.
"So I bumped into Kinomoto-san here and I helped her up." He explained calmly, still smiling.
Mei-Ling groaned loudly giving Fai one last glare before looking over to me a bright smile appearing on her face.
"Hi! I'm Mei-Ling Li and the big flirt over there is Fai Furoraito," she said jerking her head in Fai's direction who in turn waved at me. "And I'm sorry if he's caused you trouble of any kind, but I would like to know what you were doing here in the first place, this place is purposely well hidden for a reason."
I contemplated the question. "I don't… know. I just came." I said staring up at Mei-Ling who stared back as well.
"I found Kero!" Fai said.
We both turned our heads to see Fai pointing at Cerberus—or Kero as Fai called him—who was gorging greedily on the spilt bento.
A cry of horror left my mouth as I ran to the toppled bento, squatting in the grass, attempting to salvage the spoiled delicacies while fighting off Cerberus.
I felt Fai pick up Cerberus, who whimpered as he was pulled away from his food. "Come on Kero, Eriol's worried about you and Suppi's getting lonely." He said walking towards the exit. "You coming Mei-chan?" he asked.
Mei-Ling shook her head and settled next to me. "I'm going to help Kinomoto-san clean up."
Fai shrugged. "Suit yourself, just don't be late for the initiation. Bye-bye Kinomoto-san." He said playfully waving good-bye.
Mei-Ling sighed sadly. "That playboy just never knows when to stop." She said, picking up some candied yams. "I can't believe all of this food is going to waste, it all looks so delicious. Did you make it?" she asked suddenly.
"N-No way. My dad made this bento, the only thing I'm good at making is pancakes." I said nervously.
Mei-Ling chuckled. "At least you can make food that doesn't kill anyone, everything I seem to make gives everyone stomach aches!" she exclaimed, pouting.
I couldn't help but giggle at her childish remark.
"Hey Sakura—I can call you Sakura, right?" she asked.
I nodded my head slowly.
She smiled dejectedly. "Did Fai do anything else to you, you know… physically?"
Shocked I dropped the egg roll I had in my hand back on the ground. "What? No! We didn't do anything of the sort. I promise!" I said shaking my head.
She breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank Kami." She whispered.
"Hey Li-san?" I asked.
"Call me Mei-Ling, its only fair." She said scooping up some rice.
I swallowed hesitantly. "Do you like Furoraito-san?"
Mei-Ling's features froze before turning to face me. "Is it that obvious?" she asked.
I nodded faintly.
She exhaled noisily. "If I'm so obvious, how come everyone but him can tell?!" she yelled before dropping her head in her knees. "Just leave the food there. I'll send someone here to clean it up later." She stood up from her squatted position, strolling over to the swing.
I reluctantly stood up as well, stuffing the cloth and chopsticks in the bento box before lifting it up.
"Mei-Ling would you mind taking me back to the gate, my friend's probably waiting for me." I said, thinking of Tomoyo's angry form.
"Who's your friend?" she asked motioning for me to follow her out.
"Tomoyo Daidoji. I was supposed to wait for her near the gate but then I ended up back there." I said dodging a tree branch.
"Daidoji… That's the nine from Clubs, right?" she muttered to herself, steeping over an uprooted tree branch.
'Nine? Clubs? I think Tomoyo-chan was right not to tell me anything.'
"Anyways I should warn you about my cousin, he—"
"Sakura-chan! There you are!"
I looked to see Tomoyo running my way, waving her hand wildly.
Mei-Ling and I came out of the rows and rows of trees.
She bent over to catch her breath. "Where were you Sakura-chan? I was looking all over for you, the initiation is about to start and you left you clutch in the limo and—"
Mei-Ling spoke up. "I'm sorry, I was the one that kept her." She said smiling.
Tomoyo's mouth dropped open. "Sakura, do you know who that is? She's—"
"A nice person who took her back to her friend." She cut in again.
Tomoyo's mouth snapped together. "Right. So thank you for bringing back Sakura-chan, sometimes she's just so scatter-brained." She laughed nervously. "So once again, thank you. Sakura-chan let's go, the initiation about to start!" She began to pull me away down the path.
"Bye Mei-Ling!" I called, waving back at her.
As she waved back, she disappeared between the trees again.
'This place really needs to cut down some trees.' I suddenly remembered that Tomoyo still had my clutch. "Hey Tomoyo-chan, can I have my clutch back? I need to stick something in it. Tomoyo?"
She suddenly halted. "Sakura-chan, did you do anything you weren't supposed to do, did you offend anyone in anyway?" she questioned, handing me the clutch.
I shook my head, taking out the handkerchief from my pocket and sticking it in the clutch.
She sighed in relief. "Good. Let's keep it that way."
And with that we began to walk at a normal pace up the path, talking and catching up on things.
"By the way Tomoyo-chan, where am I staying?" I questioned.
"I'm pretty sure you can stay with me for tonight since you don't officially have a room yet." She stated.
"Okay. It'll be like old times!" I giggled. "Also Tomoyo-chan, Mei-Ling said that you were an n—" I stopped mid-sentence.
Tomoyo walked out in front of me. "Sakura-chan, welcome to the place where your initiation will be held—along with others of course." She said, then she gestured to the grand building behind her. "Welcome to the Assembly Hall of The Deck."
Wow. That was really long! I really hope you liked it!
I know some things were a bit rushed or a bit slow, but once I get used to the synch of the fic and I develop the plot a bit more, the pace will hopefully speed up. I have a lot planned for this fic.
But I also have to say that of course I will try to update as soon as possible like always, but I also am busy with school and plus I have my Naruto fic. ('Infinite Eternity' )
Please send in your wonderful thoughts and critiques!!
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