Hi again! Please enjoy, maybe leave a comment or rating perhaps. If you like this story, ideas would be aprreciated, I kinda got writers block right now. Arigatou! ( 3 (that's my special smiley!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura, or Cardcaptors, or anything like that. I'm just a mega-fan.
Cardcaptor Sakura
The Cursed Painting
Prologue
What the…. Who's that?
Shaoran moved closer in the inky blackness and found he was seeing himself in his ceremonial robes. Yet, something was wrong. First of all, the dream-Shaoran had fallen to his knees, and there were tears in his eyes and coursing down his face. Also, he appeared to be cradling someone in his arms, but Shaoran couldn't make out who it was.
He hurried forward so that he could see, but what it was made him stop dead in his tracks. There, in an outfit very similar to his robes, deathly pale and silent, lay—
"SAKURA!!" Shaoran yelled, surging upward. Looking around quickly, he realized he was still in his bed, in his room in Hong Kong. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it had only been a dream. He then got out of bed, got dressed, and started on his chores. He didn't have school, since the first trimester had ended a few days before.
Shaoran, now finished with his chores, looked at the clock. It was only 10:45. "It's gonna be another long day." He said to himself, then he sat down at his desk. His original intention had been to do a little of his summer homework, but he became thoroughly distracted by the picture in front of him.
The snapshot was a few years old, seeing as Shaoran had just entered 11th grade. In the picture, there was a large tree, its leaves just beginning to turn red. Beneath the tree, leaning against each other and clearly asleep, were Shaoran and Sakura. Resting on both of their laps, open, was a large photo album, filled with pictures of the times they had spent together. Several of them were from before they'd even developed feelings for one another, like the trip to the beach back in 4th grade. Of course, Tomoyo had taken most of the pictures, including the one Shaoran was looking at now.
Shaoran stared hard at the photo, as if it would come alive, and Sakura would wave and give him one of her wonderful smiles. It had been almost five years since he'd last seen her, but they sent each other letters constantly. In fact, if they both hadn't gotten part-time jobs, they wouldn't have been able to afford postage. Lately though, Sakura hadn't been sending as many letters. This had worried Shaoran for a while until she wrote in her last letter that she had been saving up for a surprise for him. Since then, he had been obsessing with the thought, wondering what she was planning.
The bedroom door opened suddenly, and Shaoran put the picture down and picked up his pencil hurriedly, trying in vain to look busy. His sisters knew, however, that he would just stare at that picture, sometimes for hours, before he even realized what he was doing.
"Shaaooraan!! There's someone here to see you!" they said in an annoying tone. He turned back to his desk, not bothering to look behind him when he replied, "Fine. Let them in." , but the door had already snapped shut again.
Shaoran sighed, his sisters had constantly teased him ever since they had found out he had a girlfriend. He had no reason to believe that there was anyone in the room with him, so it came as quite a shock when a voice spoke up behind him.
"It's been a very long time, Shaoran."
Shaoran spun around so fast he almost fell over, but he didn't notice, being far too busy thinking, 'That voice—it couldn't be!'
Yet it was! Standing by his door, wearing a sundress that precisely matched the color of her eyes, was the one and only Sakura Kinomoto.
"Uh…." Shaoran stared. He couldn't believe that Sakura was really here, and her appearance was completely different. Her hair was longer, down past her shoulders, she was taller, and she had a more pronounced figure. Some things were still the same, though. She still had her old white backpack with the yellow wing sewn on the front, and she had never lost the expression of delighted content Shaoran had so longed to see.
"What's wrong, Shaoran?" Sakura asked. It pained her to think he couldn't say anything to her after all this time.
Her voice, however, seemed to trigger him into speech, though only a little. It was as though his brain had ground to a halt in the shock of seeing her in person. He stuttered incoherently for almost a minute before he could even begin to string words together.
"Sakura?" he said, hesitantly stepping toward her. A part of him was afraid he was seeing things, and that she would just disappear right in front of him. "It's really you, right?" . She just stood there, waiting for him to come to her, and she no longer looked worried. On the contrary, the most radiant look of joy was spreading across her face that there was almost no doubt in Shaoran's mind that she was really there. That she had really come to visit him, but he had to be sure. He had to touch her and dispel all doubt.
At last he reached her. Tentatively, he touched her on the shoulder. Never was anyone more delighted than when Shaoran found that Sakura's beauty didn't disappear into smoke. She looked up at him and said, "It's really me, Shaoran. I came here to see you."
By the way, this is after the anime and both movies. I loved how it ended, but I ideas for a continuation just started popping into my head, and THEY WOULD NOT GO AWAY!!! Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Again, comments and ideas hugely grateful for! ( 3
