Heart Captor Sakura
Once upon a time, there was a prince with no heart. He was protected by others who vowed to stay by his side; none of them could make him happy. There was a bird who fell deeply in love with the prince, therefore given the power to return his heart to him. But still, could her love truly fish the prince out from despair, and plant a smile upon his face...?
(A/N-Sorry to like, ruin the mood, but that was probably one of the most dramatic openings I've ever written. In my opinion, that is.)
"RIIIIIII-"
Sakura's hand slapped down on the alarm, silencing its persistent riot. "Jeez... why am I always a duck in my dreams? It doesn't make sense. Couldn't I at least be a cherry-blossom tree? It fits my name... Holy cow~ since when was it 8:30? Gonna be late, where's my sock, why are there video games- ack!" Before she could finish her 'morning panic', or so it was called, Sakura's foot was regrettably misplaced on the shiny surface of 'Sumo-Slamer X-turbo charge' (Ben 10 reference?)
and she was pulled to the ground by the 'evil', in her case, clutches of gravity.
Carelessly forcing a slice of golden toast down her throat, she stifled a farewell up the stairs, to no-one in particular, and pegged it down the road. Her life wasn't particularly fancy; for a princess in disguise that is. Oh, but you don't know that yet, unless of course you've seen both 'Princess Tutu' and 'Cardcaptor Sakura' all the way through which I'm sure you have otherwise you shouldn't be reading this, but I'm getting out of topic.
No doubt she'd be late. Another row from 'Neko-Sensei', her current supply teacher, would mean lower grades and possibly a letter home to her parents. Parent, make that. Her mother died when she was only a young child. But she had that irritating brother of hers, no matter how much of a brute he was, and her loving father. He was talented in everything. Except, maybe, staying up while studying or researching.
"I'm so sorry I'm late-! Oh..." Sakura paused awkwardly after thrusting open the door to her homeroom. She spared a brief passing glance toward the clock hanging from the wall after noting the classroom was, indeed, empty. Or 'abandoned'. '7:32...' That would sure explain why neither of her family members were there to greet her for breakfast. Damn, she needed a better alarm clock.(She had accustomed to fending for herself, though, even if it was just morning chores in her house.)
The faint squeak of chalk dug her out of her inner musing, however, and she averted her attention to the whiteboard.
"Ha- Yuki!"