Hello, everyone. I'm new in the world of CCS fanfiction and still a novice, considering my light experience with this site. I had stumbled upon one or maybe two story about the child of one of the two protagonist bringing them together. Unfortunately, I didn't have the satisfaction to read a completed story. So I decided to write one of my own. The story will be mainly in Sakura's POV. I hope it would be good. Please, give me your impressions.
Prologue : The voice in my dream.
Sakura's POV
The birds were chirping. The new day rising was reason enough for the cries of joy. And their melodious song woke me up, I, a usually heavy sleeper. Opening one eye, then the other, I started to rise, my auburn hair in a mess. I stretched leisurely, yawning before I straightened myself. My striking emerald green eyes looked around, as if I, their owner, thought I was in an unknown environment. One long minute passed and the fog in my mind finally begun to disappear. Taking a look at the clock sitting on my bedside table, astonishment shook my angelic features. Turning off the alarm programmed to set off in an hour, I sighed heavily, conscious of why my sleep had run away from me. This dream again. I couldn't remember the face but the voices were still ringing, loud and clear, in my head. How I wished I could, on day, encounter the ones in my daily night fantasies. Because, even if I didn't have a single clue about the content of my reverie, I knew I would definitely be happy if they were to happen.
Getting out of bed, I jumped in my baby pink robe and a pair of slippers, deciding that, since I was awoke, I could enjoy a more copious breakfast. Walking down the hall, then stair, I headed for the kitchen, ready to make my favorite dish: pancakes. In a couple of minutes, I was working the dough freshly made while the pan was getting warm. Whistling a cheerful tune, with a shake of my hips here and there, I applied a generous amount of dough, letting it color for few minutes before turning it over. The gesture was repeated five times and gave me a full plate a pancakes, ready to be eaten. Saving the remaining dough, by placing it in the fridge, I didn't even have to think about it and helped myself with a glass of orange juice, an unhealthy sweet cup of burning coffee. I ate, a smile forming on my lip as I tasted the food I had made. I guess it was heart-warming scene to see a grown-up person act like a five year old child.
"Really, mother's recipes are the best" I squealed, happily.
Once I had finished my meal, I returned upstairs to get ready for the day. I took a quick shower, saving the pleasure of a warm bubble bath for when I would want or need to relax tonight. Because even if I loved my job, I had to admit it tended to be taxing. Well, teaching to 2nd grade children had never been a walk in a park and my everlasting cheerful demeanor was more a handicap, contrary to whatever my co-workers say. Drying myself, I picked my favorite light pink sundress. A white ribbon was tightening the dress at chest-level, tending to amplify the fullness of my C-cup sized breasts. A pair of white ballerinas, a large purse matching my outfit and I was ready to head out. Today was the start of new school years and God knew I couldn't wait to see the face of this year class students. While I was closing my front door, my phone rang. No need to look at the screen to know who was calling. The ringtone was a dead giveaway. The lyrical song was the one Tomoyo, my best friend and cousin, had sung in a contest when we were still 5th grade Elementary students.
"Tomoyo-chan?" I asked, either way.
"Sakura-chan?" The voice on the other end sounded surprised. "How can you answer when you're supposed to be sleeping?"
"I had this dream again…" I answered as if it was an explanation of its own. Well, knowing my best friend, it said it all.
"Well, you know what they say… Maybe you will remember this runaway dream when it will happen…" There was an undertone, meaning Tomoyo was making fun of me. "Never mind that, I call you for a reason."
"Let me guess. Mina-chan?" A smirk graced my lips – Cheshire-like smirk - when my cousin responded with a groan. "Eriol-kun isn't home yet, isn't it?"
"What are you? Mind reader? A fortune teller? How can you guess things with such terrifying accuracy?" she nearly yelled, venting her frustrations about my guessing skill. "No, actually, I don't really want to know. I'm sure knowing your little secret might be more of an headache than being keep in the dark." Tomoyo sighed heavily, before bringing back the main matter. " Since you guess right, you know what to do?"
"I'll keep the little monster entertained until you come to pick her up. I'll see you around Moyo-chan."
With that, I hang up, taking my car key from my purse. If I was going to pick Mina-chan up, I'll need the car. With the minutes I got to spare, I turned back in my house to retrieve my favorite book. I had never been so eager to know the conclusion of a story but didn't have the time to just sit and read in peace. Today was really starting on a right note. When I had all that I need, I drove to work. Direction : Tomoeda Elementary Private School.
-o-o-
The end of my book had been breathtaking but so sad, leaving me to wipe away my tears before I headed to class. What a shame to present myself with puffy and red eyes. I could already hear the kids laughing. Fortunately, with the help of some light foundation, I managed to make myself more presentable, yet again. Walking in the hallway, greeting with a cheerful smile all my passing co-workers, my feet dragged me toward the class assigned to me. While approaching my destination, I was chanting in her head some kind of stress reliever prayer. It was actually a routine I had started when I was still an assistant teacher. A mere advice Rika-chan, one of my friend and co-worker here, had given to reassure and soothe me. Yeah, I could be a real big crybaby for a 26 year old woman. Now I was standing before my class door, hands still trembling in the wood. Taking another – unnecessary – breath, I slid the door open and entered her classroom.
"Happy Birthday, Kinomoto- sensei!" the children chorused.
I, shocked behind my mind and very paralyzed by the surprise, stood, with my mouth gasping wide open. Well, I couldn't have a better class than the one I had taught last year. Standing behind their desk, each one of my "kids" - like I liked to call them – bowed respectfully wishing me the best for this year again. It was right, today was the 1st April and by extension my birthday. Touched they had remembered, I graced them with the very smile Tomoyo say to be a killer, making the boys blush madly and the girls giggle lightly.
"Thanks you guys. Happy to see you all got stuck with me for another year." I joked, earning herself another round of laugher. "Since you have been kind to me how about we do something fun for the first hour?"
-o-o-
The day was finally ending. The kids had been energetic and kind of hard to handle for the first day. Therefore, I was exhausted. I let out a sigh, while I was gathering all my things. In a folder rested the copies my students had given me before leaving me, merely five minutes ago. In the last hour, when I couldn't find a way to keep them calm, I asked them to write about their spring holiday. If this wasn't enough motivation, I had told them this would be their first mark of the year. Taking on last look at the clock, I walked out of my classroom, anticipating the challenge waiting for me. Yes. It was time to pick up Mina-chan. I vaguely wondered how in the world I would be able to deal with a four years old living battery when I was ready to sleep the rest of the day off. And I promised I would be able to tire her off before her mother came to pick her up. Tough thing, indeed. Eventually, I reached my car, opened the door and started the engine. Then I was off. When I parked in front of the kindergarten two blocks away, I was still at loss about how I was going to keep her niece entertained.
Mina-chan, one of the many pet names I used for the little girl, looked a lot of like her mother. Both physically and mentally. The long ebony hair that brushes her waist got a hint of purple in the sunlight. A skin as smooth as porcelain was another gift she received from Tomoyo. Her eyes, as dark as the night, was the only feature she gained from her father. Eriol had been a transfer student from England in our Elementary school days. The years he had spent with us was enough for the boy to grow on the little Daidoji heiress. Even when he returned to his homeland, they stayed in touch and literally hit it off when he came for the middle of my second years of university. At that time, I was modeling for Tomoyo as she was making her début in the fashion industry. When she didn't have time to wrapped my body with one of her new masterpiece, I was studying to become the teacher I was now. It wasn't a surprise when one year later, she came to me, with teary eyes, unable to speak a word. The ring on her finger was all she needed to show for me to understand and share her happiness. Four years later, and they were still content with their marriage.
'Somehow, I envied them...' I thought with a sigh.
I couldn't help the pang of jealousy that squeezed my heart. It was always like that every time I thought about them. Even if I grew out of my crush over Yukito-san, no man had never really caught my attention. While I was looking for anyone, I was still dreaming for this perfect family I had wish when I was young and naïve.
"Kinomoto-san, are you here for Minako-chan?" the greeting I received from the day taker tore me out of my thoughts. I smiled, as always, nodding. "Hiiragizawa-san must be busy."
"A last minute meeting." I confirmed. "Where is the little monster, Minato-san?"
"Playing with our new one. They are already inseparable." She laughed at the cuteness of the situation. Looking for myself, I soon joined her as my little niece was drawing with a little boy. I made myself known by clearing my throat and the two children looked my way. "Hello there."
"Auntie Sakura!" Mina-chan squealed. She dropped her color pens and jumped in my arms. "Mommy said you would come."
"And here I am. Are you ready to go?" The answer I got just got me laughing a whole lot more.
"No!" The kid jumped out of my embrace to stand by her new friend. "Shao-kun daddy isn't here. I can't leave him alone." The one named Shao-kun looked up to me, trying to be strong but his eyes were pleading.
"Do you want us to stay with you, Shao-kun?" I asked him directly. He nodded timidly and resumed his drawings, not succeeding in hiding his red cheeks. "Then, it's decided. Let's all draw a picture for Shao-kun daddy."
I decided to draw Mina-chan and Shao-kun getting along together while the two children were just coloring one of their picture book. It was a rough sketch but I was proud that my skill were no longer as poor as when I was in 5th grade. Then we built a castle with Lego cubes. Mina-chan insisted to be the princess, forcing the little boy to be her charming prince. It was energizing to watch them interact. And here I thought I wasn't going to be able to handle the raven hair monster. At one point, I found myself with both of them sitting on my lap as I was reading a story. Time flew and finally, I heard the distinctive sound of a car parking. I was prepared for the intrusion but not for the cold greeting.
"Who are you?" Well, Shao-kun daddy was not as warmhearted as his son. "And what are you doing with my son? I don't remember you being one of the staff people working here."
"Hello to you, Mr. Tardy!" I answered, the sarcasm in my voice evident. I wasn't going to give him a proper response if the man was being such jerk.
"Dad, don't be mean to Sakura one-chan. I asked her to wait with me because I was lonely." I didn't expect the young boy to defend me but I smiled warmly at the gesture ruffing his wild hair. He blushed again.
"We're going, Xiao Lin." The man's voice didn't let place for argument, so I help the boy down my lap and smiled at him one last time.
"Go. Daddy is angry enough. I don't want you to have problems because of me."
I gave him the drawing I had made for him and a light push to tell him he could go. Then I stood with Mina-chan in my arms. Now, I could take a good look at the boy father. They were so much alike, chestnut brown hair, a matching pair of brown eyes, face features so fine we could have mistaken them for girl. Well, in the father case, the manliness and the rude behavior nullified the statement. It seemed he was gauging me out too but I couldn't explain the confusion fissuring the hard mask he was wearing. He surprised me when he talked again, using the softer tone, one that send shiver down my spine.
"Do I know you?" he asked. I wanted to ask the same question but the first impression he had on me let me with a bitter taste. "You are, somehow, very familiar to me."
"I hope no. Because, you treat people you are familiar with this way, you can be sure I don't want to be part of that category…"
With no further argument, I walked past him, still managing to crack a smile for the little one standing next to him. I was proud of myself because I had been able to hide that fact that I was shaking inside. Once that I was in the privacy of my car, Mina-chan buckle fastened, I allowed my emotions to show. This voice, this man's voice. I knew it, for I had heard it for months. It was the one thing I couldn't forget the morning once my eyes were open. This was the voice in my dream.
'Moyo-chan, you say I'm a fortune teller. If I could see ahead of time, why didn't I see this one coming?' I thought.
And this day had begun so well…
Well, this is it. I'm not a fast releaser and I'm very busy with work and my own project. But I will try my best to not keep you waiting for too long. Anyways, thanks you, guys for reading. Until next time.
Saphir Blue