Taitoru (Title) Not Yet
By: DarkNightDreamer )
A/N: Hey peoples! Maggie's back with yet another not-quite-ass-kicking story! ) Actually, this writing's based on a book my friend and I are currently slaving away on…XD So, kudos to her! (Kudos…Kudo Shinichi! Lol ok. Random.) By the way, it's also an AU story, so Sakura & Tomoyo & others'll be a bit OOC…
Disclaimer: Okay. Well…we all know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that Cardcaptor Sakura does NOT belong to me…
Anyway, let the story begin! )
Chapter One
The Beginning
"Hoee! I'm laaaaaate!" a frenzied yell sent a tumble of pink and brown into super-mode. Sakura Kinomoto rushed into the nearest bathroom, shoved a toothbrush into her mouth, and pulled on her school uniform—a short striped skirt and a sailor-type top with its trademark tie.
She finished scrubbing her teeth and ran a brush through her sleek auburn shoulder-length hair. Thumping her way down the stairs, she could vaguely hear a car being pulled up onto her driveway. Loud rock music blasted from it, along with a sudden honk.
Sakura emitted a groan, stumbled down the stairs, grabbed her purple Jansport bag and shoved her binder in it. Through all the struggling to put her shoes on, she managed to trip out the door.
Hopping into her best friend's red convertible, she finally rasped out, "Hey Tomoyo-chan!"
"What's up, girlfriend?" Her friend greeted cheerfully with her usual morning cheer, while tossing her long ebony hair over her shoulder, bluish-purple eyes glittering.
"Same old, same old," came the nonchalant answer. Tomoyo laughed and pulled the car into drive along Sakura's circular driveway, and drove out into the street. They sped across the suburban streets, heading towards their destination—school.
"Saku? Did you get those application forms filled out yet?" Tomoyo inquired as she milled her car into the school grounds.
"Nah…" Sakura responded lazily. "Well…not yet, anyway…"
Tomoyo eased the automobile into an empty parking slot and jumped out of the car smoothly. (A/N: notice she didn't open the door! COOLNESS! Lol ok. Owari.) Sakura followed her, the purple sack hung over her shoulder.
School was already crowded when they entered the building. Yawning, Sakura dragged herself to her locker. Opening it, she placed her books inside, slammed it closed, and went outside to get a breath of fresh air.
Her eyes roamed across the lawn, from the cheerleaders who were shouting out cheers for the football players (who were practicing their moves), to the math nerds, who were studying. What caught her eye was a small group of 'popular' boys, all dressed in dark colors, who were talking secretively to other students from the school across the street.
Leaning against a brick wall, Sakura crossed her arms on her chest, and looked at a chestnut-haired guy with intense amber eyes. The wind was perfect enough for her to just about hear what they were whispering about—
The bell rang, startling her out of her reverie, and causing her to jump up and race back to her locker to grab the books she needed for her next class, Language Arts. About to close the metal door, she hesitated for a moment, shrugged, and grabbed the plastic transparent folder which contained her application forms.
An hour later…
Eyes half-lidded, Sakura sat in her usual seat in the back, head propped up by her right arm. Her emerald eyes grazed the room, stopping on the rambling teacher to make sure that he wasn't watching her, along with everyone else in the room.
Casting her vision down, she lazily scribbled some notes, and moved the lined paper aside. Sliding the application from towards her, she hit them using her arm and proceeded to fill it out, the teacher's voice flowing smoothly into one ear, and out the other.
Parents/Guardians:
Sakura's stomach clenched unwillingly. Hand shaking just a bit, she wrote 'Sonomi Daidouji', stating her widowed second aunt who owned a large toy company, and also Tomoyo's mother.
"Ms. Kinomoto! What exactly are you doing?" Her strict L/A teacher, Mr. Dunnersunn 1, suddenly loomed over her. Sakura leisurely looked up, and her teacher looked down at her from the tip of his nose as he looked at her for an answer.
"Well, I would've listened if you actually know what you're talking about," Sakura stated, a smug smile on her face as she sat back and folded her arms, hiking one leg on top of the other.
The class burst into laughter and Mr. Dunnersunn's nose flared at her for a second. Whirling on the heel of his foot, he stomped back to the board at the front of the room.
Still feeling the satisfaction of humiliating her stupid teacher, Sakura turned back to her application form and filled the rest of the blanks in.
Shoving her bangs out of her eyes, she skipped a boring paragraph about attire, and proceeded to the next section—RULES.
After a long list of agreements and policies, the last rule caught Sakura's attention.
…Rule #100: a cop must never fall in love with a wrong-doer, or have any attachment to him/her emotionally.
Sakura snorted softly. As if.
A/N: So! Whaddaya guys think? ) For those that don't get it, Sakura's trying ta become a summertime cop. Even though those don't really exist, it's very fun to pretend…right? Also, guess who the guy she looked at is…XD lol. It's VERY obvious…
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