Chapter 1: Out of Focus

It was quiet… and utterly empty.

Long hallways as they were stretched down into the seemingly beyond, all the lockers along the way firmly shut, like vertical caskets of common knowledge sealed away to the test of time. Time that was to last until the next use of these… this place, a narrow catacomb consisting of not bone and carcass, but metal, concrete, wood and glass. It was that of a place even more terrifying than that which she sought.

But what was it she sought? She didn't seem to know.

Frowning, she pushed against the door closest to her, not knowing what to expect. Surprisingly enough, the door opened though she hadn't turned the knob. And as it did, a light cast from that of a sun nudging the horizon washed over her, pushing the fear away… melting the cloak of uncertainty and neutralizing the foreboding, an utterly pushing her world out of focus.

Surprised by the sudden assault, she raised her arm to shield her eyes, but did not turn away. Instead, she moved forward, as though to mentally embrace the light. For the light was much better than that of the chill of the beyond.

When the effect passed, she lowered her arm and stared lazily about the emptiness. To trade one for another… though this, an empty classroom with its desks neatly lined and a clean slate for a chalk board, was bathed in an orange-ish glow of pre-twilight. In a way, it was kind of sensual. It made her warm… and the warmth welcomed her… embraced her… made her feel loved. It actually felt as though she were embraced… it was a good feeling. For lack of a better follow through, she hugged the feeling as though attempting to hug herself. And in that, found the truth…that there really were someone's arms around her.

Surprised, but not frightened in the least, she started forward, earning a gentle release.

When a couple steps forward, she stopped.

For reasons unknown, her heart was racing. And she was breathing hard. She even was so far as light-headed… a head that was hot under her touch.

With her breath caught in her throat, she pivoted as though it was upon a feather which she turned. Upon completion of her rotation, she stopped not only in action, but in every aspect in which a person could stop. For while it was unknown to her at the moment, she could tell that this was a person she knew.

Surely she had seen this person before. Surely she should recognize the features… even if it was only a silhouette, a shade of the truth basked in heaven's glow. Surely this was an angel.

Dazed, she drew in a pained breath as she had forgotten to breathe. It was an action that surprisingly left her quite dizzy. For support, she grabbed the edge of the desk close enough. At the same time, a soft and angelic-like giggle came from the figure before her.

"Come now Sakura…" spoke the honey-sweet toned voice. "It's too soon for that. Besides, if you swoon now, you'll miss the show."

Sakura's eyes opened wide. She knew that voice… at least she thought she did.

"Don't recognize my voice? That's a shame." Said the girl as she stepped out of the bathing light and into full view.

Sakura gaped. It couldn't be… but it was… there was no mistaking it. From that jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders, to the gentle face she had known since early childhood. Though it wasn't as though the body reflected what childhood had, as this body was much more. Gentle curves and trim features, a subtle ass and a modest B-cup chest, long legs leading up to narrow hips, and anymore description was too much to consider… for in short, this girl was a teenager in her prime.

"To…mo….yo…." Sakura said as she stumbled over the name. So stunned was she by her best friend's everything. Not to forget her attire, which was an elegant button-up white shirt and a hiked up plaid mini-skirt that would flutter in the breeze as to give all the guys nosebleeds.

"E-xac-tly" Tomoyo said extendedly. She began picking at her shirt around her chest and shoulder area as to draw a questioning look of inquiry from the startled Sakura. "So this…" She reached up her sleeve and hesitated. "Is your prize!"

With that, she pulled her hand out, and with it was her bra, which she presented to Sakura as though a trophy. But before she could accept, Tomoyo chucked it over her shoulder.

"Whoops…" she said with a smile as she sauntered up to Sakura whose heart was now beating almost too fast to bear. "I guess not… besides," she stated with amusement as she leveled her finger to Sakura's own chest. "It would never fit your attributes anyways.

"And on a more serious note…" She began to unbutton the bottom of her shirt as she walked close enough so that her breath kissed Sakura's brow. "I'd hate to deny you the ultimate reward…

"…Of satisfaction."

With that, she popped the last two buttons loose and her shirt trailed off her arms as she descended upon Sakura's lips, her naked chest pressing against hers hard and her lips just a hair's width from contact, when…

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"AHHH!"

Sakura sat bolt upright as she clutched the sheets to her chest, her heart beating as hard as it was in the dream, threatening to break free of its prison and free Sakura of her limitations. Whatever that means… but she stayed that way for several minutes until she regained her composure. With trembling fingers, she reached up to touch her lips.

It wasn't really after all… it was just a dream.

With a sigh, she flopped back onto the bed and closed her eyes...

"Just a dream… Damn… it was just getting to the good part."

Feeling a bit disgruntled, Sakura rolled off the bed and then proceeded to the bathroom where she splashed herself in the face repeatedly in an attempt to wake up.

Peeking out from the doorway, she glared down the hallway to her room and cast a look at her alarm clock. It was all its fault… and she had been having such a nice time too.

"Tch…"

It was pointless to think about such things now… for now, she had to get ready.

For that to be the case, since she already had her bath last night, just a quick hop in the shower (to wash all the parts that made her the truly special person she was, such as her own focus of pride and fame: her double D breasts that dominated the majority of her chest)… a brushing of the teeth (which were perfectly straight and exceptionally white using 'old fashioned' whitening methods)… drying & combing the hair (which happened to be shoulder length and nothing fancy, except for her traditional two locks that seemed to extend past the rest of her hair, which she gathered lazily into a ponytail)… and the gathering of her uniform (that seems to never manage to lay in just one place only, and was of the same design that Tomoyo modeled so elegantly in the dream).

With that accomplished and (the exceptionally long paragraph-sentence) behind her, she threw what school supplies she possessed from the day before into her school bag.

And so she was done… at least with the upstairs, which she hastily left in a flash as she hurtled down the stairs and to the first floor.

As she came to the bottom, Sakura rounded the banister and flew towards the kitchen counter, snatching some provisions that could be considered a lunch and threw them in her pack, before she turned to go out the door, pausing briefly to yell out to a man that was lounging depressingly on the couch in the other room.

"Father! I'm going to school now!"

The figure lifted his head, an empty bottle of sake falling out of his hand to the floor. "Unnnhh?" he said groggily. "What the fuck are you telling me for? Just get out of my sight you filthy little whore."

"Oh yeah? At least I make some money for this family!" She said ruefully as she swung her bag over her shoulder. "What should it matter how I do it?"

With that, she slammed the door, an old worn picture of her straight-faced mother sliding from the wall and hitting the ground with such a force that cracked its glass face.
"God! What an asshole! Doesn't he know how fucking hard I work for his loser ass?" Sakura practically shouted as she slammed her car (I'd say pink Cadillac, but that's an old theme… its actually her metallic silver, American made Pontiac Solstice Roadster) door, just before she hastily buckled up and started the vehicle with such a roar that their neighbor's cat fell off the fence.

"Sakura! Oi! Sakura! Pay attention when I talk to you!"

Sakura looked up annoyed at the small golden stuffed animal that was currently suction-cupped to the inside of the windshield. He seemed to be always like this… and she didn't even know why she kept it around when all it did was bitch and complain.

"Silence fuzz-ball, or I'll make you into something useful… like those fuzzy dice… the kind that DON'T TALK!"

With that, plucked him from his position and shoved him in the glove compartment.

Then, she shifted the car into reverse, flew out of their driveway, and then raced down the street, leaving tire marks from where she peeled out.

It wasn't long until she pulled (rather violently and fortunately on all four wheels this time) into the school parking lot.

Sakura sighed as she pushed open the front doors and strolled in.

Another day… another session of useless trivial knowledge in a day and age where just no one cared anymore. Still, this was a place that offered more than just the usual dribble. There were people here she could use… people she could at least siphon some extra bucks off.

That's if her money bags was in… but that girl seemed to wander these days.

Still in a bit of a huff from the morning exchange with her father, she bustled forward, carried swiftly by the extra momentum produced by her breasts, straight ahead and right into oncoming hallway traffic… where collision while charging ahead on foot could be just as dangerous as collisions between two cars on the road. And such was the case here, as preceded by a loud 'thud' and several cries, Sakura ended up in a human pile up… books scattered here, pens there, and notes everywhere else. And it was no surprise to her that she somehow ended up on the bottom of the pile… while everyone else was piled onto.

So typical it wasn't funny.

However, as the people began reorganizing and clearing off, Sakura caught one of the few faces she enjoyed the most, aside from that of her beloved Tomoyo.

She was a mysterious girl, who most knew only as the transfer student from China. She wasn't to come originally, but there was an accident in her family where her sister died. Sakura could never get the name right… it was kind of strange… mellow… millow… milling…. Mellon? Who knows… but that wasn't the important part. What was important was the girl herself.

She was about Sakura's age… perhaps slightly older, but in Sakura's opinion, much more beautiful. Overall, it wasn't hard to see. Her soft face, kind eyes, long silky chocolate brunette hair which cascaded to the middle of her back, small but precious breasts that were dwarfed by Sakura's attributes, excellent figure that boasted that of an athlete beneath her gentle nature, and among many other things… she was still a virgin! That was the cutest!

Apparently she had a bad experience with a guy or something… but she wouldn't let any near her, not even doctors or the like. It was rumored that she was a lesbian… but she was shy around girls too… such was the mystery.

"Sharon!" Sakura expressed happily at the sight of her friend. "I'm… I'm sorry about running into you and such… you're not hurt anywhere, right?"

Sharon ducked her head and shook her head.

Sakura smiled. So shy indeed.

"Well I'm glad anyways."

An awkward silence fell…

"Anyways…"

Sakura gathered Sharon's books and notes and handed them over just before picking up her own bag, which was traditionally tied shut as to prevent such spills which were quite common. After that, she helped her to her feet, excused herself again, and then hurried down the hall as to hide her reddened face. She never knew why that girl gave her such electric chills at her contact.

Just another of the many mysteries.

Without wasting further thought, Sakura picked up her pace… surely it was almost time for the bell to ring… and something about these damn halls seemed to stretch into the distance forever.

It was so fucking annoying…

"Ah…"

Somehow, she was there before she knew it, an oddity that had popped up from nowhere.

Whatever that meant… it really didn't matter as there were still people in the halls anyways. In fact… not just in the halls, but clustered around the door… and all girls too… what the hell?

Uncertain, she approached cautiously, just in case it was something out of the ordinary. However, approaching carefully didn't mean noisily. No, in fact, listening would be her first clue.

However, the first thing she heard wasn't words at all, but a fit of giggles. That alone of a bad thing. She almost didn't have to hear further, but listened still to the random girls as they spoke up.

"Oh Senpai! You're such a tease."

"Really! You said you'd meet us at the beach yesterday and never showed!"

"And I wanted sooo bad to show you my new two-piece."

"That doesn't mean he can't check my lines now… unlike the other girls, they go all the way down!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Ladies, ladies… there's no need to fight." The voice, clearly conceited, said smugly. "I'll have plenty of time to do all those fun activities later." There was more giggling. "If you must know, I was in the library during that time, studying of course."

"Oh really?" asked Sakura as she parted the crowd before her, not a one of the girls wanting to get a face full of Sakura's bosom. "What kind of studies do you invoke in? And with who, you your self and the mirror? Oh wait, wait…" she waved her hand in dismissal of the idea, the other placed upon her hip, "that's what you do in the bathroom. So what could they have been, Yue?"

"Hmm… If it isn't Sakura." The older man stated casually as though he frequented these conversations. Despite being a student, this man, with his long tied off silver hair, wasn't in the typical school uniform. Instead, he and his black jeans, leather shoes, black leather coat, and collared red polo shirt with the three buttons undone, just spoke of a motorcycle gang member, yet confused with being the idea of a playboy among the ladies… which he did effectively well at.

Every time he ended a sentence he flashed a played smile and the stud in his one ear would glint in the light. Whether he had his shades on or not determined if he followed up with his characteristic wink or not.

"So what is it you want of me now; little sister of my best friend and former classmate. Speaking of which, how is Touya these days?"

"You mean besides graduated as you should be? He's fine."

Yue adjusted his coat and smiled to the slight. "I can't help it if I find the outside world un-offering and lacking. Besides, what will all my girls do without me?"

"They'll live I imagine… not like you can graduate this time around either."

Yue shrugged. "But for your information, I was studying in the library."

"Teeehh…" Sakura led in, "Studying what?"

"Basic anatomy…" said a new voice from behind him, as a girl with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes slide around him.

"…With us…" came a like-sounding voice of the first, as another girl slide around him the other way, one hand trailing along his face, while the other pressed against his chest, while her look-a-like ran a hand down his thigh, and the other just above his crotch.

"…As his teachers." finished the girls as one. They both sidled up to him and pressed against him firmly. They too were lacking of proper school attire, instead going with matching styled dresses, one red and one blue.

Sakura smiled. "As if it isn't the twins… Mary and Sue… I thought you two were expelled."

"We um…" Mary started as Sue put her finger in her mouth and pulled it out slowly.

"…'managed' to have the director reconsider…" finished Sue as Mary became too enthralled with Yue.

"Whatever…" stated Sakura as she attempted to press her way past. An action that was refused by the three… while all the other girls looked on with dreamy expressions. Though whatever their thoughts, Sakura could not fathom.

"Don't tell me you're jealous of us… Ms Double D?" The twins taunted together.

Sakura opened her mouth to reply, but was silenced by a new voice on the scene.

"Jealous of what? My Sakura has her fair share of loves… and when those oases run dry in the lonely desert…" said a girl with jet-black hair and sexy long legs that were made longer by the sheer shortness of her skirt. A girl as recognizable as she was upon a dream… "I'll be the infinite canteen." She added a wink. "And I'm not one to ever keep her lips dry."

Tomoyo…

Sakura's heart gave a flutter.

"Heh… if it isn't Tomoyo… or should I say Madison?" questioned Yue with interest. "I'm never entirely sure which to call you… your 'name', or your true self."

Sakura felt her fist tighten.

"That's…!"

"Hai hai hai…" called a voice from the classroom. "I'll about to take role. Students please… to your seats then."

"Tch…"

Yue moved from the doorway reluctantly as the various girls filed into the room, his eyes on Sakura and Tomoyo as though he still had more to say.

"I…" he started, glancing back and forth to the room and the open hall. "…suppose it'll have to wait. But this isn't over." He turned away, pulling the twins with him. "Let us depart, girls."

Sakura watched as they went while Tomoyo merely flicked her hair back and strode into the classroom. Something about the scene of the hallway was familiar and she couldn't let it go.

Just as her mind was focusing in on something, the twins turned briefly to wink and blow kisses, before waving at her and addressing her as though one would a little kid.

"Bye-bye!"

"Tch… oh!"

Sakura turned away and dashed into the classroom, her voice echoing down the empty hallway. The view not following Sakura, but staying with the hallway, as the voices continued to echo down.

"Tomoyo! I have to tell you-"

And like the dream, the hallway seemed to stretch out.

"Enough! Class is in session."

"Hai…"

As it continued seemingly…

"One tardy for Sakura…"

…into the beyond…

"EHHHH?"

…and out of focus.

A/C (2/14/06): I'll try to interject more things people don't like next time. It's going to be a rather long time... hopefully, so feel free to suggest things you don't like to see in your replys and I'll put them in. -grin-