This entire story is deicated to
~*~Manda-chan~*~ one of my best friends, I told her I'd write her a story
around October but I didn't know enouph about CCS to pull it off. Now that
I do, I've completed Chapter One which I might or might not ever revise
again. Please R&R
Card Captor Sakura
Altantis
(Al-tan-tiss)
"Ok, we have butter, cream
cheese, bagels, and rice," Sakura checked off her list, folding it carefully
she put it in her coat pocket and began skating down the street. A baseball
cap pushed her pigtails against her head, the bumble beads were rather
uncomfortable but she'd grown to ignore their irritating pressure. It was
a miraculous
day, Sunday afternoon, shopping
for her father who would be home that evening, roller blades, green tank
top and jean shorts, Sakura glided down the street. The people on the sidewalk
were getting thicker, it was hard to move quickly as she dodged baby carriages
and punked out men in black leather.
Once getting out of downtown
she was all alone again with her thoughts, just staring at the gray covered
sidewalk with several sighs escaping her lips, "I wonder what Syaoran's
doing right now?" she suddenly asked herself out loud. Flushing immediately
she stopped next to a cherry tree and had another happy moment, the cherry
blossoms were in full bloom hiding the sidewalks with a light pink blanket.
Clutching the plastic bag tightly
in her hand Sakura looked up into the tree branches, as her eyes refocused
from her clouded thoughts, a pair of dark sapphire eyes looked into her
own and grinned.
A rather loud HOE!! escaped
from Sakura's lips as Eriol Hiiragizawa jumped down from the tree and greeted
the Mistress of Cards politely, "Good afternoon Sakura-san," he said rising
from his bow, "What brings you outside on this fair afternoon?"
Sakura was flustered, Eriol
always was so kind to her, "I-I had to go grocery shopping, for my dad."
She muttered looking down at the pavement trying not to look up at his
gentle midnight gaze. Eriol stepped closer and reached out his hand.
"Take my hand I want to try
something," he said with a small snicker, Sakura lowered her grocery bag
to the sidewalk and lifted her hand shaky, before it was even above her
waist, Eriol took it and quickly, clutching it softly, then asked quietly,
"Are you a dumb blonde or a smart brunette?"
Sakura immediately took that
statement for an insult and was going to pull away, when his laughing navy
eyes calmed her, "A smart brunette." Sakura stated somewhat sharply, she
tried to keep herself focused on him. His eyes lit up weakly, then he lifted
his other hand and pointed directly between Sakura's eyes, inches from
her skin.
She flinched expecting pain,
when Eriol asked clearly, "Am I touching you?" Moving his index finger
slowly around the crest of the Card Captors nose she watched it slowly
like it would strike without warning.
"No..." she answered slowly
still glaring at the slow movement, Eriol chuckled again lifting his other
hand, which showed that she was still holding his hand, Sakura looked at
their hands and flushed weakly with anger, "That was mean!!" Sakura bladed
forward and weakly punched the raven haired boy weakly. He let her hit
him in a shoulder and laughed at her feeble attempts to get him back.
"Someone is a dumb blonde,"
he whispered walking around her, being on her roller blades she couldn't
spin around as fast as she liked.
"I am not!" Sakura insisted
turning around to see him mocking her.
Eriol pulled out one of Sakura's
honey brown hairs, "Look it's the colour of a cornfield." he lied dangling
it in front of her eyes. Sakura trying to turn far to quickly, lost her
balance. And despite his normal joking attitude Eriol caught her and helped
her back to her feet.
"You ok?" he still holding
her limply.
"H-Hai," she nodded, flushing
weakly. Sakura tried to get up to her feet, with her wheels she slipped
once again and toppled back down onto the British boy's chest. He smiled
down at her with gentle eyes. Sakura flushed but was to embarrassed to
move. Something tingled in the back of her mind, it was close by and felt
angry. Eriol helped her to her feet, when a green glow was waving through
the leaves of a nearby shrub caught her eyes. Sakura curious glided over
and peered down through the foliage.
"You see something?" Eriol
asked walking up behind her. Sakura turned to him but still tried to keep
her attention of the glowing shrub.
"I feel something..." she said
quietly pushing aside several branches, her mind told her immediately what
it was. The familiar aura she treasured as much as her own, her beloved
Syaoran. Within an instant the green glowing disappeared, Sakura uncovered
the ground she was surprised to find a small black pendant lying on the
ground.
"He was going to draw his sword."
Sakura realized lifting the small object, the miniature version of Syaoran's
sword dangled from gold chain, "When did he get this?" Sakura thought fingering
the chain with a gentle grasp.
"What is it?" Eriol asked pushing
in through the short branches. Sakura hide the pendant in her pocket and
stood up abruptly.
"I didn't find anything," she
said gliding over to her grocery bag. Eriol lifted one of his eyebrows
at her and trotted forward.
"Then what are you hiding?"
he asked tapping her hip where the pendant was being kept. Sakura flushed
and started to skate away.
"It's just my compact." Sakura
lied picking up her pace. She didn't know how Eriol had gotten in front
of her but after she looked back to find him Eriol was standing in front
of her with his arms crossed.
"I'm not falling for that,"
he said sharply, "A beautiful cherry blossom such as yourself has no use
for makeup." Sakura flushed and tried to skate around him.
"So maybe I bought it for the
mirror." Sakura lied again trying to get past him.
"Whatever you say, Sakura-san,"
Eriol said taking her hand, she turned around to see him kiss it lightly.
Flushing more dramatically Sakura waited until he released it before trying
to go forward, "Be careful Sakura-san it looks like rain." Eriol shouted
as she began skating forward.
The Card Mistress paused and
looked up at the sky, it remained a shimmery baby blue without any hint
of changing, "There isn't even-" she began turning back to protest to the
raven haired boy, but she could only discover that he was no longer in
his footprints.
"Eriol-kun..." she whispered
looking clutching her hand to her chest.
:@: - - - - - :@:
The Guardian Beast of the Seal
let out a sigh, "It's been far to quiet lately." he muttered floating the
Clow Cards around his head. Each card remained silent, twirling and dancing
around him as a light yellow aura illuminated his eyes.
"Cards made by Clow, answer
my question, what is the future going to unfold, for the Card Captor Sakura
and her rival gaki?" The golden eyed guardian asked. As if the Clow Cards
nodded with response, they shuffled in the air and lay themselves out in
a diamond divination.
Kero-chan flapped over to the
top card and turned it over lightly, "Return," he paused thinking quickly
over the meaning, "Something known yet unknown, coming from the past to
the present." Kero swooped down to the bottle card, "Bubble..." Another
moment of silence, "Well it's good for cleaning... but this bubble indicates
protection and shielding." Rather confused the golden eyed plush toy landed
on Sakura's desk and turned over the three middle cards, "Freeze, Song,
Mist." Thinking quickly he couldn't picture what the cards we're telling
him. They were all different in their own ways, but they had to mean something
or they wouldn't have appeared. The cards remained silent, they couldn't
speak when sealed in their card form. Sakura was out grocery shopping,
she wouldn't be home for awhile soon. The Clow Cards were pushed out of
Kero's mind when a large picture of a bowl of pudding tickled his senses.
A bit of unsightly drool trailed down his face, the Clow Cards chuckled
at his appearance and whispered to the others who couldn't see.
Erasing the beautiful sugary
confection from his mind, he focused on the three middle cards, "Freeze,
Song, Mist..." still drawing a blank Kero sat down and concentrated slowly
on these three cards, "Freeze, to keep one away from something, elegant,
yes, but deadly, Song a beautiful tone a harmony a peace, Mist a destroyer...."
The Guardian Beast was more confused then before he'd asked the Cards for
help. Sighing he floated into his desk drawer and took a nap.
:@: - - - - - :@:
The sun was shining brightly
through Tomoyo's bedroom windows, the air remained crisp and clear, while
little birds chirped in the trees and sang sweetly to anything that passed
underneath them. Tomoyo was pacing back and forth concentrating extremely
tensely on something. Occasionally tossing a long strand of hair over her
shoulder, she had a pencil behind her ear and a stern looking expression
pained her face. There was an open note book on her bed which contained
a drawing that had a lot of detail put into it, a sun dress, possibly for
Sakura to wear, or maybe for herself. Even though it was black and white
it appeared to be very well thought out and precise. Almost like it was
trying it's hardest to look cheerful.
"Hmm a yellow ribbon, right
here!" Tomoyo said grabbing her pencil from behind her ear and sketching
the ribbon in. Sticking the pencil back in her mouth she smiled contently.
The ribbon dangled weakly about the neck of the dress, which could only
be assumed would be used for a hair ribbon or something of the sort.
"Perfect! Sakura will look
so kawaii in this," she said flopping down onto her bed next to her sketch
pad. She tore off the paper and put in a pile along with many more drawings.
Most of them turned out to be dresses or costume for Sakura to wear in
Tomoyo's videos but the occasional bird or flower snuck it's way in.
It had been awhile
since Sakura Kinomoto the newest Mistress of the Clow Cards had gone on
any card captures, but Tomoyo still felt the desire to record Sakura ever
chance she found possible. Today she'd finished nearly twenty dresses for
Sakura to wear that summer, one for everyday they went to the beach. And
if a Clow Card were to show up then she'd have a costume ready to go. If
the mood struck her she'd even make little matching collars for Kero-chan,
Sakura's Guardian Beast of the Clow Cards.
"Mother always says that a
picture makes memories more permanent," Tomoyo said to herself, she lifted
her pad and put it in her lap. Picking up her pencil she started on a new
body sketch to add a dress to, first the head with the two pigtails then
the outline of the slender face, down the neck and shoulders, the torso
and middle, and finally the leg and the feet. She never drew any of these
lines darkly, for they were soon to be erased and converted into elegant
dining wear, or tighter sport suits, or playful summer dresses. Humming
as she work she sketched an elbow length sleeve and a 'v' shaped neck strap.
Her smiled faded with one silent
though causing her pencil to crash on the page, "Why does mother insist
on getting me so many cameras?" she said out loud. She'd been thinking
about that for a long time, her mother gave her, her first camera when
she was three years old, to take pictures of birds that would sing outside
her windows, but why did she get digital cameras, 35 millimeters cameras,
tape recorders, slide projectors. She loved taking photographs and movies,
but it was almost like her mother was forcing her to.
"I really do enjoy taking pictures
of Sakura," she said reaching for her pencil and adding lace around the
sleeves and collar of her new dress idea, "Mother seems to encourage me
to do it too. I wonder why sometimes that she wants me to make all these
dresses, to make Sakura look cuter, but recently it's almost like I'm wasting
my time. There are hasn't been any cards to capture..."
"Mother never took enough pictures
of Nadeshiko," Tomoyo answered herself after a long appalling silence,
"She feels that since Nadeshiko is gone, that she didn't have enough images
of her to remember her by. And she wants me to take so many pictures because
she feels that she is living threw Sakura. She's worried that if Sakura
ever dies before I do that I'll miss her like she misses her cousin."
Several tears welted up in
her eyes, at the thought of Sakura ever leaving her for ever. It was a
heart wrenching feeling that she could only explain in her mind. It made
her angry but filled her with sorrow that she couldn't control either emotion
any longer and it became overwhelming.
"Mother misses Nadeshiko,"
she said softly still talking to herself, another thought seemed to fill
her mind when her lips turned up angrily and with a yelp of frustration
she grabbed the center of the picture and squeezed it in her hand, "I will
never lose my Sakura-chan, we will always be best friends and we will never
be separated!"
Tomoyo's eyes turned nearly
red as an image of Syaoran filled her brain, Sakura loved Syaoran and Tomoyo
knew it even if Sakura wouldn't admit it to her. A deep rage from her heart
stuck in her throat so she couldn't scream in fury. Her breathing became
harsher and deeper, she bit her bottom lip while several lines of thought
appeared in her forehead, "We will never be separated," she repeated to
herself, it sounded like she was trying to keep her head about it but the
stress of her throat made if nearly impossible to sound even the slightest
bit relaxed.
After a minute or so of this
tiring stress Tomoyo lost all the strength in her and slowly fell onto
her knees. Weakly getting up, she looked at the broken paper and flattened
it over her knee. Her eyes lightened and as though a sheet of glass shattered
and reformed in her head as contact lens, her amethyst eyes over flowed
with drowsy giggles. A strange smile formed on her mouth, like she was
to intoxicated to think straight. And in this state, she began to scribbling
across the paper. Her skin was turning paler then ever, her once rosy coloured
lips faded drastically, as she dug the pencil deeper into her work.
Her speed was incredible yet
the drawing was remarkably beautiful. No artist could have done any better
a job drawing a single dress no matter if it had taken them twenty years
to prefect.
Once her drawing satisfied
her she dashed over to the closet and nearly tore the weak door off it's
hinges opening it. There was a sewing box on her closet floor that was
full of ribbons and little scraps of felt, she yanked it out with all her
might, and pulled out a long silky yellow ribbon. Hoping over to her dresser
she lifted a pair of silver scissors and snipped the ribbon in two.
