Author's Corner:

It has been one or two years that I've planned this story, but haven't found the right inspiration or plot to set it into motion. The list was long and took a while to organize, considering that only one person could be each card. The concept of the cards will probably become confusing, so stories like Barajou no Kiss, or Inuyasha, or Kamisama Hajimemashita are ones that could help understand the concepts or ideas that I've added to the cards, considering that they're now ninjas, and not just runaway magical spirits.

The idea started with Sakura Kinomoto staying as herself and having to capture all the ninjas. It was good, but I couldn't find a good story line for it, and I don't feel like I can relate to her much. I've tried watching the anime again, but I can only tolerate the dub for some reason, so I decided its better to change everyone and let the world be crazy.

The story starts right into the world of Cardcaptors!

I will write relatively close to what happens in the show, but it all depends if the characters end up working well together, haha!

I hope everyone has fun on this adventure with me!

Please read and review as well! I tend to forget about writing if I don't get a constant reminder that people would like the story to continue.

NINJA MASTER SAKURA

Written by MarLuna

+standard disclaimer applied

Summary

Sakura Haruno finds herself taking the place of Sakura Kinomoto as she falls into the world of Cardcaptors, finding herself forced to seal away the magical cards. But why are all the ninjas she knows in this world too? And why have they become the Clow Cards?

One. WINDY.

"Sakura!"

I jolted up from my daze and looked up, only to get promptly smacked in the face by a soccer ball.

"Oi, forehead, are you okay?" Ino bounded over, grabbing the ball before it rolled too far away from her. She held it on her hip with her arm and frowned at me. "Pay attention to the game!"

"Sorry." I mumbled back, rubbing the spot on my unfortunately large forehead that was sure to swell up. That hit to the face is just yet another great way for people to notice how big my forehead is, and I'm pretty sure Ino-pig did it on purpose.

"Are you okay, Sakura?" The gym teacher, Anko of all people, called to me from my left.

I turned to her and smiled to show that I was completely fine. "Yup!"

She nodded and turned back to paying attention to the game, not really caring about my state of well being. Not a second later, she whistled as one of the boys was caught grabbing the ball with his hands and running with it. A hearty laugh, a scorn, and the ball returned later, the game started up again.

My eyes locked on Ino, who was wearing the gym uniform with a thin red jersey over it to differentiate the teams. She had somehow ended up here with me, in this odd world where chakra didn't seem to work. When I tried to talk to her about it, she acted as if my claims about chakra and shinobi and Konoha were all nonsense. She actually thought that I was on a sugar rush of some kind, or that I had watched a crazy television show, or that I had some super crazy fantasy dream. And while I did have a crazy dream, it wasn't about Konoha. I knew that I was the one living a dream. There was no way that I could've suddenly shifted from my comfortable bed at home to the one in this place. I had to be dreaming it all up as I went along. And I don't care if that soccer ball to the face felt so real that I was ready to burst into tears at any second. This place wasn't real, and Ino was just acting the part. It made sense, since this morning I had a crazy run-in with my supposed "brother", who turned out to be Kiba, and father, who turned out to be the freak pervert Jiraya. When Ino then met me at the door, winked at Kiba (Why him of all people? That's gross!), and then dragged me out saying we had to go to school of all places, I knew something had gone amiss. If it turned out everyone was getting together and playing a prank on me, they were doing it surprisingly well. Ino typically can't keep secrets, so her amount of dedication and effort to keep her mouth shut was surprising. I was sure that any second now, she'd burst.

Another ball was headed in my direction. "Sakura!" And this time I was sure I spotted Ino purposely kick it in my direction.

"You pig!" I yelled back, throwing my arm out and punching the ball. With my chakra gone (or maybe repressed by something?), the hit wasn't as strong as I wanted it to be and the ball only flew back a few meters.

"Bring it, forehead!" Ino was beckoning me over with a finger, the other one on her hip.

Anko was okay with it too. "Alright then! Sakura, you're in! You there—" she pointed to the guy had been running with the ball earlier, "—you're out!" The guy pouted but passed me his blue jersey anyway. I tugged it on and jogged onto the field. "KICK SOME BALLS!" She threw behind me with an evil chuckle. I threw a thumb up over my shoulder as I silently acknowledged her demand.

As soon as the game started again, Ino and I were at each other. The ball started in my direction and I sprinted to it, and then Ino suddenly appeared at my side, and we started elbowing and tripping and shoving each other around as the intensity of our rivalry grew. The other classmates got pumped up as well and started buzzing with excitement, joining along every time we got near. I would pass the ball as soon as possible, though it got hard with the amount of falls and shoves I received. Hair pulling and scratching soon ensued, and a few guys got hit where the sun didn't shine, and soon enough we had to be stopped. Anko looked like she didn't want to stop it though, but had to since the day had ended.

"Alright maggots! Game's over! Head home!"

We tossed the jerseys in a giant red and blue pile before running over to the changing rooms. I moved over to my locker and peeled off my clothes, feeling myself for bruises (other than the one already on my face). I felt sore spots, knowing they were growing into bad bruises, and wished I had my chakra to heal myself. I could do it so easily back home that my sudden lack of ability made me appreciate it more now that it was gone.

"Kiba and I are going on a date now." Ino stated, leaning against the gym locker next to mine. I was in the middle of pulling on my shirt and froze, staring at her with wide eyes. Since when was she even attracted to that guy? Oh yeah, that's right, she's not normal anymore. Not that she ever was.

"Have fun?" I patted down the sailor uniform shirt and made sure my white skirt wasn't accidentally tucked into my underwear before continuing with my tie.

Ino scoffed and rolled her eyes, strutting away, her own skirt too high for comfort and the bottom of her shirt purposely cut too short. "You're just jealous." She threw over her shoulder.

I mimicked her actions and left the room behind her. "If you want to date him, go ahead."

She frowned at me like I was an idiot. In this world, I might as well be. "We're already dating."

Oops, that was a mistake. I tried not to lose the flow of conversation. "Good for you then."

"Yup," we turned a corner for our not-gym lockers and she instantly beamed. "Kiba!"

"Ino!" He called back, his arms up in a wave as he leaned on the door to her locker. His dog was sticking its head out of the hood of his jacket, barking excitedly in greeting. With a leap, the little dog was running over and licking her long legs, clearly a sign that it knew her for a while, probably more than just the ninja meetings and debriefings we used to get as the Rookie 12 (minus a few missing ninjas). She giggled and petted it back in affection, eventually reaching down to pick it up. Akamaru squealed happily and lapped at her face.

"Hey, squirt!" Kiba greeted me as he pushed himself to his feet, just as I neared (Ino and I were locker neighbors, so he took that information to his advantage). His fist landed in my long pink hair in a noogie and my hair fluffed out and turned into a tangled mess. I whined and pushed him away, but he didn't mind it, since Ino tucked herself into his chest and snuggled with him in broad daylight, Akamaru still in her arms. I stuck out my tongue at them and turned away.

"Get over it, twerp!" Kiba threw to me after they shared a quick kiss. I gagged at them and Ino pulled a face at me in response. Akamaru barked at me as if he was actually offended by the faces we were pulling, as if they were directed towards him.

"Oh, right, dad called me and he said that he came home early and wanted to give you something." Kiba piped up when I opened my locker and pulled out my rollerblades. God forbid how I even knew how to use them. It was a miracle I even survived this morning. "It's probably something gaudy and perverted again."

"Great," I grumbled sarcastically, pulling off my indoor shoes and returning them to their home in my locker, "something else I totally need."

I pulled on my blades and tightened them as hard as I could on my feet to make sure they wouldn't fall off. I pulled on the damning elbow and knee protectors, and then finally a matching helmet to ensure my utmost safety. Looking back at this morning's fiasco, it was a good thing Ino had forced me to bring them along or else I would've probably died a few times. It's not as if I could die in a dream, but it would still be horrendous. She had wanted to give me a ride in her limo—I don't even know how that was possible—but I refused, opting to skate there, thinking it was easy as one two three. She was fine with it, warned me about proper padding, and then left in her giant vehicle. I practically had to stalk it to know where the school was. And now I had to make my way back. All on my own. I don't even know what my "house" looked like!

I grabbed my backpack and closed my locker before starting on my way, waving goodbye to my supposed friend and brother. As I made the route back, I started to remind myself of clues that lead to the house. There was the slope, which I had used to speed up, there was the Penguin Park, which I had smiled fondly at since the kids playing in it were really cute, there was the mailbox, which I had almost skated right into in order to change streets. There was the large pedestrian trail between isles of Sakura trees, and then there was also the mail man, but he wasn't here this late in the day, so I'd have to find another clue that would mean that I need to turn into the right driveway.

I didn't have to worry about a thing though, because Jiraya was leaving the house and heading for his car.

"Jiraya!" I called, but the man looked wildly around in confusion at hearing his name, and I realized I had to play the part for him to notice me. "Er, I mean—dad!" His eyes finally found my person. I felt violated by his simple gaze, and that made me worry about the gift he had planned for me.

"Sakura-chan! My darling!" He ruffled my hair, and I was glad he didn't do anything more. "No cheerleading today?"

I had cheerleading? My bad. "Not today." I lied flawlessly.

"Okay, well, daddy was just taking a short break. I have to go back to work now," he chirped, passing by me to open the door to his car. I could only wonder if his "work" included spying on women in bath houses. I pushed away from the sidewalk and made my way to the door, twirling in my skates so that I could still see him and skate backwards at the same time.

"I left your gift on your desk! You're going to love it!" He added. I really hoped it was something useful, like kunai or shuriken or even just a medical kit. This place may look innocent, but it was probably lurking with dangerous secrets ready to devour me and then spit me out. But knowing Jiraya, it was probably something indecent like lingerie I didn't need. I was ten years old in this world, and let's hope that's how he treated me.

"I'm sure I will." I smiled like a good daughter and waited for him to enter his car and drive off. Once I was sure he was gone, I let myself fall over so that I could quickly yank off my skates with a grunt and swear to never wear them ever again. I could slowly feel my blood pumping back into my feet like the faithful magical thick liquid it was. I pulled off my backpack as well and rummaged around for my house key, dropping my protector pads inside afterwards. Unlocking and entering my house, I dropped the infernal pink foot devices and made myself a glass of milk before moving upstairs to my room.

Everything still looked as normal as it was this morning. My desk was unmoved, my bed was actually made for once (and by myself too!), my pajamas were littering said comfortable mattress from my rushing this morning, and there was a totally cliché white box with a red bow waiting on my beautiful wooden desk. I finished my drink before setting it aside and grabbing the box. I moved to my bed with it and stared for five minutes, guessing its contents, before moving along and pulling off the top.

My eyes landed on the item.

"THE PERVERT!"

I immediately slammed the cover back down.

He had given me his latest Icha Icha book.

I was going to strangle him one day.

But until then, this had got to go.

I wanted to hide it somewhere, but not in my room, just in case I decided to have friends over and they would find the damn thing. So I tucked the box under my arm like a football player and searched for a place to hide it that wasn't in the rooms, the kitchen, or the living room. I found myself in the basement, surrounded by Jiraya's libraries—which, surprisingly, didn't hold any porn (must all be in his room)—and random antique objects. The basement had been incorporated as a storage closet, and it was pretty much the best place to hide anything (probably even a dead body).

After a quick survey of potential hiding places, I found a rather empty box with very few books. I put my box inside and used the books already inside to cover it and turn into camouflage, trying to make it look as natural as possible. When the deed was done, I wiped my hands on my skirt and started back up the stairs.

But then a book started glowing from Jiraya's bookcase and I started to wonder if the man had set up a security system in here. I backtracked and stared at the glowing spine, wondering if I had set something off. I wanted to ignore it, but my nature of loving books and reading books and adoring books had never brought me to finding one that glowed. I was too curious to care if I was making a mistake, so I grabbed the spine and pulled it out of the bookcase.

The light faded and I found myself with a crimson book. It had gold embroidery and protective corners, and a latch at the front with a lock. Behind it was a large picture of a majestic fox, with nine long and thick, orange and white, fluffy tails circling its figure, along with a sun attached to a chain. There were the words "The Clow" written on the fancy strip of paper-esque art at the top, so I thought was safe to assume that it was a journal of sorts (probably about clouds or foxes?). I turned it around, trying to see if there was anything else that could distinguish it, but I couldn't even find a barcode or even just a journal price. The back had a golden spell circle, but nothing else. I wanted to drop it and go—this was Jiraya's journal we were talking about. It didn't matter if it was anyone else's book, but since it was his, I was worried about opening it. I knew I shouldn't, because what was on the other side could be disastrous and perverted, but then I wondered why he would have a non-porn related bookshelf in this room. So this book couldn't be all bad. Besides, it had a picture of the nine-tailed fox on the cover, something only Konoha and the Shinobi world would know about. This could be a clue as to why this world felt so real, and why everyone was acting strange, and why no one were shinobi, and even why I was the only one who remembered what was the truth.

I pulled back the latch and opened the book, just as I wondered when I started thinking that this world was real.

The inside was nothing that I expected.

The page were hollowed out—like how people on diets would hide their chocolate bars from their family—and in the space were cards. I picked up the first one and inspected it—it was similar to the book as in the back was crimson red with a golden sun and moon, around it a large golden spell circle. On the front was a drawing of someone familiar; a man. He had his arms crossing over his chest as they circled his face, palms facing outward. His eyes were closed and there was a mystifying wind the circled the rest of his body almost like wings. His hair was pushed back and there were blue, makeshift wing tattoos on his forehead. I glanced down the card and found the same paper-like art at the bottom, this one saying something different.

"Win…dy?"

The card started to glow the same gold colour as the book did earlier, and an inexistent wind picked up, blowing my hair in my face as I squinted to see just what the hell was going on. I dropped the book and pushed back my hair just in time to spot the last of the rest of the cards phasing through the wall and disappearing with the force of the wind. A figure started morphing out of the card, becoming real in this basement, and I shrieked, backing up as far as I could, my back landing against a shelf as a person once stood where I used to be, stretching his arms.

"Finally free!" He sighed, before starting to stretch his arms. "Being stuck in that card sucks."

"W-what the hell!" I gasped to myself, watching the back of the person. The gray and white camouflage scarf was familiar to me in a way I couldn't understand, unable to pinpoint why that has significance to me. The beige shirt was warning me about something as well. I couldn't dwell on it much, since he turned around at the sound of my voice, beady black eyes narrowing. I had to admit he looked nothing as what the card had depicted, but now that I could see his face, I could actually tell who he was. And that freaked me out.

"…Zaku?"

The confusion lifted from his face as soon as I spoke, and I could tell it was his turn to recognize me. He whirled so that his entire body was facing me, and he pointed. "You're that bitch who bit me during the Chunin exams!"

Wait hold up. "You remember that?"

"Of course I do! Your crazy boyfriend snapped my arms off!"

"He's not my boyfriend!" I hissed disdainfully, crossing my arms with a huff. "Orochimaru's plan worked and he got Sasuke to abandon Konoha." The boy merely blinked. "He's no boyfriend of mine!"

"Yeah, well, I don't care about that," he waved off what I just said, as if it held no importance. "I want revenge!"

It was my turn not to react, because, hello, I had seen it coming. It seems like revenge is all that anybody wants lately.

He lunged at me, arms outstretched, probably to use his special air tubes inside his arms. I didn't bother getting up, knowing he would have a harder time trying to reach me if I stayed low, and pulled my arms back. When he was close enough, I pushed one of his hands away with mine that was holding the card and then quickly punched his face in. Due to Tsunade's training, focusing chakra in my hands and punching was what I did the most to solve problems, which became a bad habit of mine. Due to the lack of chakra, Zaku simply stumbled back instead of flying like my opponents usually did, which disappointed me, and he retaliated by holding a hand to my face and focusing energy, threatening to have me blown away instead.

I knew it was impossible from him. If I had no chakra, neither did he.

"Oi, you two, no fighting! Dattebayo!" A loud voice screeched nearby and Zaku froze. I shifted to the side so that I could see properly and Zaku looked over his shoulder and we found the book glowing. The boy in front of me cursed and thankfully backed off, crossing his arms as he leaned against another shelf. My eyes stayed glued to the book as another being materialized, though I already assumed who it was by the annoying catchphrase. What I didn't expect, was his appearance.

The owner of the voice was a tiny fox plush toy.

"Naruto?" I asked tentatively, not really believing my eyes. He had to be using one of his transformation jutsus. "Is that you?"

"'Sup Sakura!" He chirped back, his voice matching the one I knew, lifting a hand in greeting. He quickly frowned though. "What happened to your face?"

I was sure that Zaku hadn't hurt me, so I touched my face questionably. When I felt the sore spots, I remembered what had happened earlier today. "We played soccer really rough."

"Okay." He nodded without questioning it and propped himself on his rear paws, kinda like a bunny would. He pointed to the skies—or, at least, attempted to, since he had no fingers—with one paw and started excitedly, his tail swishing faster along. "I'm Naruto Uzumaki! Guardian of the Clow Book! I make sure none of them get into trouble, dattebayo!"

I spared a glance at Zaku, who was sulking in his little corner there. That must've been why he was so obedient at the sound of Naruto's voice. Though I had no idea what the heck the book was and how those two came here, it was nice to see Naruto here in this mess with me!

"I see Windy's here, which is great!" Naruto beamed proudly at the boy, who merely glared back. I bit back a snicker at how Zaku wasn't even called by his own name, even if that totally wasn't funny. "You can already summon a Clow Card!"

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. Was it a good thing? "Sure?"

"Now let me see the rest of them…" He trailed off, jumping off the back of the book and flipping it right side up without even touching it. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. This dream had definitely passed the norms and done things that weren't possible. He suddenly let out a loud screech and I winced and was forced to block my ears at it. Zaku didn't even look fazed.

Naruto whirled on me, and he used the tiny wings on his back to push his face into the personal space of my own. He eyes were blood red with rage, and I was suddenly super aware that he was actually just in the Kyuubi's form and that he could kill us all. "Where are they? WHERE. ARE. MY. CARDS?"

I hesitantly held out the Windy card, which was tightly clutched in my hands as if my life depended on it. He lightened up and snatched it from my hands, but then held out his paw again. "And the rest?"

"Obviously gone, idiot." Zaku piped up, and I didn't have to look at him to know that he rolled his eyes.

"And how?" Naruto hissed back, turning his red eyes on him.

"Well…" I drawled out, not really sure how to explain it. It didn't really make sense to me. It didn't even make sense for a dream world. "When I summoned Zaku, wind picked up and blew them away, right through the walls."

Naruto's eyes turned into slits at Zaku. "You did this!"

The boy just had to be overconfident. "Excuse me for having super strong wind."

It turned into a round of who could blame someone else the most.

"You blew them all away!"

"You opened the book and let them free!"

"You were supposed to be guarding the book so that never happened!"

"It's not as easy as it sounds!"

"Obviously, since you let them all fly away!"

"Don't you start with me!"

"I can start with whoever I want!"

"Can someone explain to me why in the world you—" I pointed at fox-Naruto. "—are in that form?"

"What form?" He stretched his paws and looked down at himself, looking for what could have set me off. "I always look like this!"

Zaku and I shared a look. Clearly, he was on the same page as me and remembered the Shinobi world, but oddly enough, Naruto didn't. This was getting confusing. Why was Haku, my enemy, the only one I could relate to? I don't want that! I don't even want to talk with him, let alone have him be my friend! I really hope it wouldn't get to that. We were about to start a fight a few minutes ago!

"No, you don't." I denied immediately. "You used to be a person, like us. Blond hair, blue eyes, tan skin—" I was cut short abruptly by a hand on my mouth. Turning my eyes, it was Zaku, and I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at him. (The wind pipe in his palm was freaking me out too.)

"Don't bother," he whispered in my ear, "that guy's been talking like that ever since we ended up in that book. He won't believe he's human."

"Oh, that form?" Naruto suddenly piped up, overwriting our voices. "That's my beast form, dattebatyo!"

I could only blink. Zaku's eyes went wide at the man's idiocy, and he slapped a hand on his mouth to hold back his snicker.

"Beast?"I asked. Human is human, not a beast.

"Yeah!" He chirped, flying back to his book and bouncing excitedly on all fours. "I would show you it right now, but I need the Earth and Fiery Clow cards to do that!" He sent a menacing glare to both of us, mostly me, for losing them.

I gulped, not really wanting to get mad with him. He was, after all, the Kyuubi's container. But it's true that since he was in that tiny form, he's practically harmless. I reached out and patted his head, and he instantly replied, leaning up and rubbing his face in my palm. His face turned pleasant and he started purring just like a cat.

"Oh yeah!" He growled approvingly, practically putting his entire face in my hand as I started scratching his fur. "That's the spot!" But then he blinked and roughly shoved my hand away. "You can't bribe me with a good scratching! That is it!" He flew back in my face, pushing one of his paws against my nose. "You're going to help me get the cards back!"

I frowned. If any of them were like Zaku, it wasn't going to end well. I started to regret my curiosity. "What?"

"Stand up." He demanded before flying back, using his invisible powers to lift the book in the air next to him and closing it back up again. I noticed that the original fox design on it was gone, as if Naruto himself had been it and now that he was out of the book, he was no longer on it. This wasn't making much sense to me anymore.

I did as he told me to and waited for his next command, wary about what he was planning. I really hope it was nothing like brawl or use my chakra, because that I couldn't do anymore.

"Wait no—" Zaku refused profusely, jumping between us. He pointed back at me angrily. "I don't want her as my master! She's a girl! And weak and stupid—"

I grabbed his hand from my personal space bubble and twisted it. "What was that?" I hissed dangerously. How dare he insult me while I'm standing right here?

He didn't answer, turning his face towards me with a glare. He didn't bother resist, but rather opened his palm, and I felt him charge power in his arms.

"Ha!" I scoffed, rolling my eyes at how conceited he was, twisting his hand further. "You can't use your chakra—" The strongest blast of wind I ever felt collided with my chest, forcing me to fly back and collide with a top section of a book shelf. I collapsed back on the ground and felt the metal behind me shake. A few books tumbled down, but the frame stayed set in the ground, at which I sighed in relief. I looked back up at the two boys—er one boy and fox—with wide eyes and gasped, the wind knocked out of me. "How—?"

"Every Clow card has special abilities." Naruto told me matter-of-factly, not at all bothered by the fact that that freaking hurt. Zaku's wind blast was somehow stronger than I remembered it. "Windy here is wind, obviously, so he can control wind."

"Basically," Zaku was giving a look at Naruto, like what he said was stupid and he needed help, "as a Clow card, I'm allowed to one type or kind of jutsu (as long as the card lets me) in my arsenal, unlike you, who can't do anything."

I frowned at the man. "That's not fair!"

"Life isn't fair!" He sneered back, snickering afterwards.

"I know how to make it fair!" Naruto yelled to me, and Zaku snapped his face back in the fox's direction.

"Don't you dare—"

"Key to the seal!"

"No!"

A glowing gold spell circle appeared between us, and the entire room faded to darkness, as if we've entered a new dimension. The book was still with us though, but Zaku somehow vanished, as did the rest of the basement (thank goodness; I don't think I could handle more of Zaku's interruptions). Naruto was somehow keeping himself up in the air without having to flap his magical wings on his back—even if foxes technically weren't able to fly, even if they did have wings. The book was still hovering there, and it was messing with my mind.

"This girl will carry out the sacred promise! Her name is Sakura. I command you to bestow her with your magical powers!" A circle of bright light formed on the lock and it fluttered over to the center of the bright golden spell circle, hovering in mid air. Why did everything have to hover? My brain was hurting trying to reject this crazy nonsense.

"Release the power!" The light grew brighter and suddenly expanded, repelling everything it touched and covering the entire dark room. A tough wave of energy I couldn't see, but rather feel against my body, was pushing me back, like the strong wind of a tempest. I held out my arms in front of me, protecting me as I squinted through the bright light. I could distinctly spy an object grow where the ball of light use to be, and something inside of me was telling me to near it.

I took a few steps forward and stepped inside the magic circle, and I felt a flow of energy instantly, strengthening me and my resolve. Something was beckoning me further, to grasp what's waiting for me and own it with my own two hands. I extended one of my arms and wrapped my fingers around the item, my fingers meeting a cool cylinder of energy. With another flash, the object stretched horizontally and the light receded inside the growing staff, the space returning dark as I could see all around me again, the golden circle still underneath my feet.

Naruto was pumping his fists in excitement in front of me. "Alright, dattebayo! I, Naruto Uzumaki, name Sakura: Cardcaptor!"

I had to say that the name 'Cardcaptor' was kinda lame and totally obvious, since I am going to have to capture the cards I let loose, but at least the staff was pretty cool. It was pink—like my hair!—and had gold wrapped around it on both sides. The head was the shape of a bird, with a red beak and white wings that were really alike to the ones Naruto had on his back. The last touches were the gems; one on the end and one working as an eye on the staff's head.

The spell circle under my feet vanished and the force trying to repel me went with it. The basement faded back in, and so did Zaku. He took one look at the staff in my hands and fell to his knees like a weeping baby that lost his favorite toy.

"I can't believe I have such a lame and weak and horrible master! I'm too good to have a master! This sucks!"

"Technically," Naruto flew over to my shoulder, sitting on it so that he could reach my ear and whisper into it, "you're only his master as long as you write your name on his card, dattebayo!"

Zaku heard that though, and his head snapped up with hope shining in his eyes. "Really?"

"Here!" Naruto passed me the Windy card. Zaku looked distraught, ready to run for it if I ever got to write my name on it. "Now sign it!"

I looked at the card in my hands. I wanted to sign it so hard and have Zaku obey my every will, but something was stopping me. "Do you have a pencil?"

Zaku let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank God! She has nothing to write with!"

"I'm right here!" I hissed and shoved my hands on my hips. "And I do! It's in my backpack!"

A grin grew on his lips. "Thanks!" And he bolted up the stairs with speed I didn't know belonged to him and he was gone, leaving me in his dust.

I growled. "You jerk!" And followed him upstairs, going straight to my room. I found him rummaging in my bag, searching desperately. I tapped my foot impatiently. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Stopping you from signing my card!" He pulled something out of my bag and held it up above his head in victory. It was my pencil case. "Aha!"

"No!" I tackled him to the ground, reaching to grab the little bag back. "It's mine!"

"Give me the card, and you can get this back!"

"Never!"

"Then eat wind, sucker!" He put his free and on my stomach and blew me away with another of his wind blasts. I flew back and collided with the closet door, it somehow strong enough to not snap in two with the force of my collision. My staff clattered on the ground, useless, and I held my stomach forcing down the urge to throw up. Zaku stood over me and cackled at me weakened state. "My card for your pencil case! Or I keep hurting you!"

"Never!" I repeated, throwing my fist right into his sun that doesn't shine. He gasped and crippled to the ground, curling on his side into the fatal position as he cradled his special jewels. I snatched my now-free case from his greedy presence and turned my back to him, pulling out a pen instead of a pencil to make sure it stuck.

I started writing my name.

SA—

Zaku suddenly came back to life and took his turn to tackle me to the ground. I screamed but refused to give up, keeping my hands above my head as I tried to continue on with my grand task of making this man my bitch.

—KU—

The card was snatched from my fingers and I cried out in dismay, trying to reach behind me to get it back. With him sitting on my back was hard though, and I squirmed around, trying to turn over or get free and take him down. He laughed at me, but it soon stopped.

"Wha—it's not coming off!" I turned my head and spotted him desperately trying to wipe off the ink with the palm of his hands. It was a good thing I saw it coming that he would try to get it off. I spotted my wand against the closet door and grabbed it back into my hands, swinging it behind me and smacking Zaku in the face. He cried out in pain and backed up, letting me free. I tucked in my legs so that I could quickly push myself up to my feet and used my foot to kick him in the stomach. Payback!

"That hurt, bitch!" He growled at me, glaring daggers. Good thing I was immune to looks like that. I took the card back and leapt on my bed, staying safely back as I returned to writing my name.

"Now you know how it feels!" I threw back before writing down the two missing letters.

—RA!

A flash of gold appeared around his neck and hands, like chains restraining him before they vanished. It must've been a show to prove that he was now indeed under my power. Good job, imagination, I really liked that. It made me feel really superior.

Naruto had watched the entire fight from the door, a hand to his tiny forehead as if I were a disgrace to everything magic. I probably was. "That's not how you—oh, you know what? It's good enough." He sighed and flew over, dragging the Clow book with him. He dropped it on my desk and curled down next to it. "To issue an order, you just need to say his true name."

True name? Wasn't his name Zaku?

"Zaku Abumi, I order you to sit!"

Nothing happened. Another of his mocking smirks appeared on his face. "Ha! You can't do it!"

"Windy!" I growled, trying again.

His face fell. "Shit!"

"KNEEL!"

And that's how I, Sakura Haruno, became a slave driver—er, I mean pimp—I MEAN A CARDCAPTOR.