This all occurs after the manga when Fai, Kurogane and Syoran (Tsubasa) set out on a journey. The title of the story comes from the meaning of Katsumi(Beautiful Victory). Many things unrelated to the original storyline will happen in this fanfic. I based the main character a bit on me with quite a few differences. Btw she is a trained ninja/samurai.
Also, the bell I mention looks just like Clow's bell Ms. Mizuki has in Cardcaptor Sakura.
Enjoy the story and I hope you don't mind that it isn't going to be KuroFai.

Restfully sitting against a sakura tree, Katsumi was lost in a trance of thought. She no longer kept track of dates and couldn't recall how many months had gone by since the time she found that shimmering bell. Her life was forever changed. "For the better, at least", she suspected.

About a year ago she was an average 15 year old girl. She associated herself with friends and family. Living in a modern world, her computer was one of her best friends. She was generally happy, or content but was often pessimistic and bored over everything. Friends complained about her emotion-lacking self but she only replied with a shrug and said "Emotions mean nothing, they get you no where". She was extremely intelligent and understood things, people and concepts deeper than even she could imagine. She could read people through their eyes and expressions, a talent she had mastered. She rarely made eye contact in the fear of people seeing into her soul. Eyes are said to be windows to the soul, thus she found it an invasion of privacy. She distanced herself and put up a facade around the ones she cared for, attempting to make herself friendly, enjoyable and entertaining. Often she made her friends laugh with her devious, sarcastic humor.

She looked beyond the assortment of branches sheltering her from the sun. Through the pink petals she witnessed a cloudless blue sky. Closing her eyes, she let the breeze toy with her hair and continued to reminisce.

A warm day after one of the first days of school, she wandered off her usual route home into a grove. It felt as if something had lured her there; an invisible attraction. On a mossy, decomposed tree-stump, perched a gold handle bell. It shimmered in the sunlight that directly leaked through an opening in the canopy of tree-tops. It was like something from a fairy tale. She picked up the bell by the handle. The bell arched over her fisted knuckles. It was a peculiar shape with a pattern on the front. Long ribbons dangled from the handle. As if the bell had spoken to her through touch, she realized it was used for dimensional travel. Chills ran through her as she felt the knowledge seep into her mind. "What? How-It spoke to me?... Dimensional travel... like traveling to other worlds?" An odd expression crossed her face as she examined the bell. She felt a strange radiation of power from it.

"This is inevitable". boomed a stern, female voice.

Abruptly she turned around to find the source of the voice. Nothing. Only the sound of birds and the breeze through the leaves.

Curious, she shook the bell. A silvery, white light exploded from all around her. She shielded her eyes from the blinding light. Her body felt weightless and she felt each particle of her disintegrate. Within a few seconds she felt stable and standing once for. She opened her eyes to find herself in the middle of a forest full of Japanese maples and other calm looking trees. She recognized some of the bare trees as sakura trees with lost blossoms. She wondered if she was in another area of town. She strode through the trees to find a path-like road. She continued to follow it until she entered a traditional Japanese village. She was far from home.

She thought back to the past months. The world she had entered was one where people lived the traditional life of her home country. There were some differences though, such as the segregation between men and women. Both genders were free to do any job they wished. The man could stay home to cook and clean while the woman could become a samurai or vice versa. She was taken in by a middle-aged couple. The woman was a miko (shrine maiden/priestess) and the man, a former samurai. He taught villagers martial arts techniques and swordsmanship. Everything Katsumi had learned on karate techniques, ninjutsu and kendo was from him, her sensei. She was a quick learner he had noted and due to that, in only a few months she had mastered a fascinating amount of difficult techniques. She had a strong mind and was well disciplined. Eventually, after many days straight of attempts to master kenjutsu with her wooden sword, he had presented her with a quality, forged katana.

She stood and began to walk towards the village. The breeze rustled her high, long ponytail, the strands that fell by her face and her kimono. The kimono she wore wasn't stiff like traditional ones. It was made for battle, loose at the bottom and easy to move in for agility and non-restricted attacks. She had thought about her next move long and hard that day. She wished to continue travelling, but first she needed to return home to her worrying parents. Since finding the bell was inevitability, she felt obligated to travel dimensions just like the bell stated.

She walked towards the shrine. In front, was Akaka, the maiden who took her in, sweeping.

"Ayaka-san." she said monotonously.

"Yes, Katsumi-chan? What can I help you with?" she beamed.

"I'm leaving..." after a brief pause she continued with "I thank-you for your hospitality". She frowned at her formal speaking. This place had changed Katsumi. She was more serious and independent. Just then Daisuke-sensei walked out from the area of the shrine which was their home.

"Continuing to cross worlds Katsumi-san?"

"Yes. I hope to go home soon. Everyone I know must think I am kidnapped. And arigato, Daisuke-sensei... for everything."

"Ah, We will see you off then."

Katsumi's POV

I summoned the bell and it materialized in my hand (something I discovered one day when investigating what it was capable of). When the bell was not needed it simply disappeared and when I called for it (not literally, but through telecommunication or something) it would appear in my hand. I wasn't sure where it went, but I suspected some where in my soul or a world of magic. I came to the conclusion it was a very confusing artifact.

I shook the bell as villagers cried out goodbyes and a bright light consumed me.

"Sionara Katsumi-chan", from Ayaka and Daisuke was the last I heard and I was gone.