Kura: Hello everybody, and I'm hear with this new story! Now, before we start, I have to admit one thing—I absolutely HATE country! Nothing against the people who do like it, or the people or sing it, but I hate it. This song however, 'The Thunder Rolls' by Garth Brooks, literally sings to me. I feel as if I'm the one being betrayed in the song, and it gave me an idea for a fanfiction.

Kero: I'll give you the official summary:

Sakura met Wantabe Kenji when she was 16. Her friends and family hated him, but she was too naïve to see why, and they let it go because they thought they'd break up soon. In actuality, Kenji proposed to Sakura when she was 17. Her friends and family really didn't like that—among with some other stuff—so they left. Yuki stayed because of Yue and he knew that Sakura would eventually need somebody. So Sakura finds out something bad about Kenji, and she ends it. She closes off her heart and promises to never love again. But will 3 years and a certain amber haired boy change all that? Who knows?

Disclaimer: I do not own CCS, nor do I own 'The Thunder Rolls.'

Chapter 1: And the Thunder Rolls...

A storm was brewing in Tomoeda City. The wind was howling ferociously, and the thunder sounded very angry. There wasn't a soul in sight; all were locked up in their houses, away from the rain that had suddenly started to pour like a waterfall.

The storm had slowly made its way across Japan, and had landed in this quiet town as if some unknown force had called it.

Most were happy about this storm, but for one, it was like somebody revealing how she felt.

Three thirty in the morning,
not a soul in sight,
the city's lookin' like a ghost town
on a moonless summer night...

In a nearby city, a man around 20 was driving along in the storm. His blue eyes showed that he was nervous and anxious to get home. Steadily he drove, his high beams barely revealing the road in front of him. It would cost him some time, but maybe give him an excuse.

Raindrops on the windshield,
There's a storm moving in.
He's headin' back from somewhere
that he never should have been.
And the thunder rolls...
And the thunder rolls...

In a comfy home back in the small city, a woman with long auburn hair, a petite frame, and worried green eyes paced back and forth. In her hand she twisted the Star Key, and it calmed her down...a bit.

A small orange bear with wings watched her as she paced, his eyes held fear and sympathy. He knew the truth—had always known it—and because she was blinded by love, his mistress was going to get hurt. He knew it was inevitable. Normally the idiot wouldn't be so worried, but she hated storms, so she had awakened to find her fiancé gone. She'd looked in all the rooms, but he hadn't come home.

'Maybe he's still on the business trip. This storm is horrible, maybe he didn't want to drive in it.' She thought, trying to convince herself. 'But wouldn't have called?'

Every light is burnin'
In a house across town.
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown.
Askin' for miracle,
Hopin' she's not right,
Prayin' it's the weather
that's kept him out all night.
And the thunder rolls...
And the thunder rolls...

The bear looked at the woman again. She knew it. She didn't want to admit it, not even to herself, but it was clear that she knew it. Slowly, the pain crept in her eyes, and you could see her slowly lose her love for the man she'd given up her friends and family for. She jumped as the lightning, and then thunder came upon the town, enveloping it in a cold light and angry sound. He was tired, but he couldn't sleep. His mistress would need him.

The thunder rolls,
and the lightnin' strikes.
Another love grows cold
on a sleepless night,
as the storm blows on
Out of control
deep in her heart...
The thunder rolls...

Headlights attracted her attention, and she saw her fiancé's car pull into the driveway. She felt so happy. He wouldn't dare come home if he'd done something wrong—would he?

She rushes out into the rain, and is instantly soaked, not that she cares. She rushes into his arms, and pushes away her doubts guiltily. Her arms around his neck, she smiles into his shoulder. Her puts his arms around her.

'She doesn't suspect, does she?'

She's waitin' by the window
when he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive...

Then, her sensitive nose detects a foreign sent—Sweet Pea. The woman doesn't use that sent, and nor does the one she was holding. It was all over him! He was covered in it!

I strike of lightning flashes above the couple, and it reaches the woman's eyes. He sees confusion, hurt, betrayal, fear, embarrassment, and a strange emotion when it came to the woman in front of him...hate.

'She knows...but...how?'

The woman's eyes started tearing up and she slowly backed away from the man. Another strikes, more thunder, and guilt is revealed.

Through all the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
and the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
and he knows that she knows
and the thunder rolls...
And the thunder rolls...

The woman slaps the man on the face with such a force he didn't know she possessed. Suddenly she wasn't the innocent woman he had proposed to, she was a scorned woman.

'And they say 'Hell hath no fury more than a woman scorned.''

Tears started flowing from her eyes, but she stared at him with such hatred.

"How DARE you! I gave up everything for you. I don't have my friends or my family. Haven't heard from them in months! And you go off to some whore while I'm stuck here worrying my ass off for you. I've been told I'm naïve, but never stupid! I should have listened to them, but I loved you so much that I couldn't see it. And now I've made a fool of myself. Well, thanks a lot, Kenji!"

"Sakura, wait! I can explain." He grabbed her elbow, but Sakura spun around, and gave him a kick in the gut.

"Explain...you think you have anything to explain? NO, you don't. I wasn't good enough maybe, or maybe you can't have more than one woman at your side. Whatever it is, Wantabe-san, I don't care. You're nothing—you hear that—nothing. You're a pathetic and weak male that gets off by hurting women." Suddenly he noticed the tears had stopped flowing. "Well, I won't let you hurt me! Go off to your 'sweet pea' and she if she'll welcome you back, because I won't. I'm leaving, and I suggest that you stay in the car until I do, if you want to live." She threw the engagement ring back at him; then started to walk off, but just as she reached the door she yelled back to him. "And next time, take a shower before you come home to the woman your cheating on...because I don't wear sweet pea."

'That's how she knew?'

Sakura raced inside the house and locked the doors. She grabbed her Star Key and whispered, "Please help me pack, I want everything that belongs to me out of this house. MOVE!" With a flash, everything that belonged to Sakura was in the many suitcases in front of her. She then went to the phone on the table and sat down in a nearby chair, staring at it.

'Who can I call? Not Otou-san or Onii-chan, and not any of my friends.' She sighed in relief. 'Yue. He has to take me in, and Yukito-san has always understood. Maybe he'll help.'

With that, Sakura picked up the telephone shakily and dialed Yukito's phone number. It ran a couple of times, and then it was answered.

"Moshi moshi, Tskishiro Yukito desu."

"Yukito-san? It's Sakura."

"Sakura-chan? Daijobu desu ka?" he could hear the distress in Sakura's voice.

"Iie. They all were right, Yukito-san, and I was wrong. He was cheating on me. I'm all packed. Would you mind picking me up and taking me to a motel or something?"

"Hai, I'll be there in a couple of minutes, but you'll be staying with me Sakura."

Sakura sighed in relief. "Arigatou gozaimasu, Yukito-san!"

True to his word, Yukito drove up in a matter of a few minutes. Sakura was by the door, most of her suitcases and bags in hand. She smiled faintly up at Yukito, and it was then that the 25 year old realized that the old Sakura might be gone forever. Now angry with Wantabe himself, Yukito picked up the rest of the suitcases and helped Sakura put them in the trunk and hop in the passenger side of his car.

Kenji watched as they drove away, and as the headlights of Yukito's car flashed in his eyes, anger could be seen.

Sakura looked out her window at the clouds and the trees. She felt exactly how the weather was acting. One last tear slid down her cheek for her mistakes, and for what could have been, but then her usually bright and happy emerald green eyes lost their sparkle, and became cold. At that moment she made a promise to herself—she would never love again...

The thunder rolls
and the lightnin' strikes.
Another love grows cold
on a sleepless night,
as the storm blows on
Out of control
deep in her heart...
The thunder rolls...