Just before I start, no, I do not own Card Captor Sakura, nor any of the characters from that franchise.
Prequel
Her fingers ran slowly through the pages, while she hummed a song taught to her by a friend long ago, a few years before the pictures she was looking at were taken. She grinned at how soft the pages still felt. Cotton paper, that was what she chose back then, and it was a wise choice indeed. Her dear cousin was clever by appointing her to organize that yearbook. Her dear cousin... Suddenly, a gloomy giggle filled the airplane cabin she was into. She quickly apologized, but that was clearly unnecessary, as all the others who were sharing that flight with her seemed to be too busy watching movies, or listening to their Ipods, or writing so quickly in their laptops that it almost seemed as if they were just typing random letters in order to avoid any sort of socialization from their flight companions.
She sighed. Those Americans could be awfully cold. Her thoughts then went back to her cousin, the perpetually in bloom cherry tree. Her fingers then mechanically and quickly turned to page 37, and she stood there for a while, looking at the picture of a girl with auburn hair and emerald eyes, smiling playfully to her photographer. She then turned the page, and saw a picture of the whole class, along with their many teachers. Tomoeda's Class of 1999. She frowned, realizing how much she missed their smiles and their voices.
Soon enough, the plane landed. Stepping out of the airport, she took a second to breathe the flower-scented Tomoeda's air. And, as she was starting to reminisce about all the days spent there, a voice came from behind her, whispering warmly to her ears.
"You seem to be enjoying your visit to Japan, Mademoiselle Daidouji. And, if you don't mind me saying, you looked quite drôle on the airplane." His French nationality was pretty obvious, and he smirked while saying those words.
"Well, Monsieur Fermat, it's been quite a while since I've last taken any type of vacations, and to be able to take them in Japan is quite a bliss. I was starting to grow tired of our never-ending investigations, mind you."
"Don't grow tired just yet, Mademoiselle. I don't recall telling you this was any sort of vacation." She suspired, already tired with the upcoming duties they'd have to fulfill. And, as she looked to the cherry blossoms in front of the airport, her mind couldn't help but think if her visit would have anything to do with her job, and if her job would have anything to do with the magical friends she had during her childhood. She just hoped it wouldn't.