Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own CCS. Not now, not ever.
Author's Ultra Special Blah Blah: I've posted this many times before but everyone seems to hate this story since ffnet keeps deleting it. T.T Anyhow, I sincerely hope that you will support me in writing this. I've been wanting to write this for ages. Please guide me!
Chapter One: Regular Morning…Or Is It?
-By TeDDie BeaRZ
A loud ring rang across a room. A loud groan followed a while later.
"Five more minutes," a muffled moan announced to no one particular, resolving very determinedly in her heart not to get up no matter what happens…
Except maybe if there's a World War Three erupted from somewhere around Earth, she'll maybe be waking up but...we'll handle that later.
Unfortunately for her, the alarm clock kept on with its ringing, the firmness to wake up its mistress did not falter one bit, despite the sounds of utmost displeasure coming from the lips of its possessor. The owner groaned and moaned, shifting uncomfortably in her blanket for a couple of times and finally settled with covering her ears with her soft and fluffy, faint red pillow.
The ring penetrated disturbingly into her ears, vibrating her eardrums, causing her to moan weakly against her Queen sized-bed. Not being able to stand the upsetting ringing, face still on the bed, she stretched out a hand and desperately tries to grab the clock, situated on the bed-table but to no avail.
Sadly.
Muttering incomprehensible things like having such short hands under her breaths, she pushed her arms against her bed to get herself up and lunged for the clock, shutting down the alarm, almost with an impatient slam. Immediately, silence fills in the room, nothing but absolute stillness and tranquility in her room; the one which she very much welcomes…before that ghastly ring-me-a-ding-dong-bell. She sighed with extreme relief and gladness.
Then, she glared at the clock, accusing it for destroying her sweet dream about a very handsome young prince in the middle of his mission in rescuing a princess, who was strangely looking exactly like her, from a black knight who was after her. Comically as it seems, she enjoyed that particular dream very much.
Her eyes widen, as wide as it can, revealing the most treasured emerald eyes when she realized something important as she stared at the old red-alarm clock. A shriek of pure horror escaped from her mouth.
"HHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Instantly, her natural instinct kicked inside her, leaving no room for any logic in her brain at that moment. Honestly, would anybody think rationally at that time? She scampered out of her bed, not realizing that both of her legs were tangled in her Hello Kitty blanket in a very, very twisted way, and thus producing a loud THUD! as she landed on the hard, cold floor.
Head first.
"Ouch."
Ouch indeed.
-X0X-
"'Nii-chan!"
Thump!
"'Nii-chan!"
Thump!
"ONII-CHAN!"
THUMP!
Earsplitting shouts and awfully demanding yells were heard from the second floor of the small, quaint house, followed by several thunderous thumps on the stairs.
A young man who was sitting at the breakfast table, sighed, and placed down the cup of coffee that he was about to enjoy, for the aroma of the self made coffee was so inviting. The loud, booming thuds clearly disturbed him and instantly killed his good mood in the lovely morning. What a lovely way to start!
He had heard of the oh-so-regular-and-typical-screech a while ago and has anticipated this 'onii-chan' yells. But why didn't he expect the thumps? How so very typical of her.
"Oh, joy. First the yelling and now-"
His mumblings were cut short when an auburn haired girl walked – more like dashed – into the kitchen. For once, he was secretly grateful for his previous action of not drinking the coffee. He just might spit some out when she came in unexpected, just like the rough winds, right in the middle of his incoherent mutters.
The girl was standing in front of him, breathing very heavily, catching her breaths back. She pointed a shaky finger at him and hollered, "Why did you not wake me up!" at the top of her voice, making him clasped his hands to his ears. Man, it was enough to make him deaf!
He stared at her, baffled, hands still in the same position. He saw her red, angry face. Gradually, his hands fell down to his side. Murderous. She could probably kill the most dangerous person in the world with a snap. So what did he, the young man, do?
He smirked.
He smirked.
Could you possibly believe that?
He smirked.
He smirked, for kami-sama's sake, he SMIRKED!
Sakura hated that smirk, that very particular smirk; ever since she was first born underneath the sky, on a beautiful planet called Earth.
There she was, late for a date, and the least he could do was to shot her the annoying smirk he has.
Thanks a lot, onii-chan! The girl thought angrily. Not!
Why the hell does he have to smirk anyway? Of all the faces he has, he just had to choose that one. I mean, the way his eyes squinted until his black pupils got smaller and his eyebrows shooting up his lips curled upwards until it forms a freakish looking smile (oops, smirk) …
Scary.
"Don't you look at me with that smirk of yours!" Sakura shouted at him hotly, unable to stand his reaction, and diverted her gaze from her brother's face in attempt to calm herself, not really noticing that he didn't answer her question, though it was not really a polite one.
His smirk ceased drastically and was replaced with a slight frown, eyebrows knitted together. "What's wrong with my smirk?" He asked the little girl who was coincidentally his sister.
"It annoying and it's pathetic. Add in irritating as well," Sakura said fiercely as she made her way to the refrigerator and took out a Peel Fresh orange juice.
Yum!
She always liked orange juices in the morning. It's a way of giving her body refreshments to start a new brand day. It's also a way to calm down her nerves not to pounce on her brother and start beating him into a 'bloody pulp'.
His words, exactly.
"Ooooh, little Sakura is…irritated," Touya said, his voice faking a scared tone and filled with much sarcasm.
Sakura's head snapped at him, glaring at him heatedly, daring him with her green eyes to speak another word, to provoke anger her more. Let me remind you, it's like putting oil over a fiery flame. As if knowing the consequences he was going to face if he utters just an itsy bitsy word, he closed his mouth and continued sipping his drink as if he didn't say anything in the first place.
"Me letting you off this time is a good thing. There won't be a next time, which is also a good thing too," Sakura said, though it's more like muttering to herself. It's a good thing for her so she can take on her revenge without hesitating and feeling guilty later on, of her very-bad-maybe-prank, just because of a simple yet irritating sentence coming from her brother.
But that's the problem, she thought, it just had to be a comment from him.
Sakura ignored her brother's gaping at the moment and focused more on what she's doing. She took a glass and poured the yellowy, healthy juice carefully into it. She definitely would not want it to spill like what she did about a week ago. Touya laughed at her for days and would not let her live it down, no matter what she did.
Believe her when she says she did everything, just to stop him from talking and reminiscing about it. She even tried bribing him by offering her precious, beloved Pengi-san, which was, of course, not accepted by the young man; saying that the deal was off, seeing that she did not have any other treasures than the "...Insufferable little yellow-beaked man in clashing black suit,". Of course, Sakura had shielded Pengi-san away from her brother's sight, fearing emotional breakdown from the little penguin and had ended up yelling at her brother with all her might for calling her valuable Pengi-san with such names.
Unacceptable, Sakura thought back to herself as incident flashed in her mind.
Besides, she can't afford any more smirking from her brother, especially when she was definitely late and is on the run. Sakura placed the glass on top of the table, sat down across the young man and grabbed a sandwich in front her, set on a white round plate. Popping it inside her mouth, she forced herself to chew it quickly. Sakura noticed her brother staring at her oddly from the corner of his eyes. It made her felt like she wants to take out his eyeballs and dump it into the bin. Or at least, feed it to the cows.
But cows are smarter than that to eat raw eyeballs, right? She guessed that she'd have to lie to them.
What do cows say to yummy fresh grass? No.
So, she'll just put his eyeballs into the fresh grass and then put it inside the cow's mouth. Next, it'll just be in the cow's stomach. Although, she would bet on her cute piggie personal account, that no cow would eat that slimy, sticky, sick-looking…
I think I'm going to puke, Sakura thought, having a strange whirly feeling inside her stomach.
Now that she mentioned it, what's with the amusing face?
"Nani?" Sakura asked him in a stifled voice hotly, annoyance was clearly in her voice, not easily missed by her brother. Though she doubted very much that he'd understand what she just said. Not only was she late for her date, now she had to face his teasing face.
He shrugged that one off. "Nothing," he said simply and sipped his coffee quietly.
"Utsutsuki," Sakura mumbled as she glared at him. Clearly, he had something in his mind.
You can't say that you've got nothing in your mind since obviously you must have something in you mind, which is could possibly be anything.
Does it make sense to you?
No?
I don't understand it either, Sakura almost giggled to herself but decided against it. God knows if her brother starts of with one of his "You're crazy" speeches again. Now, where's the logic in that sentence?
Again, he shrugged casually. "You better slow down on that sandwich," he said, going away from the actual conversation and continued observing his sister after she popped another sandwich into her mouth and worked on it with her jaws.
"Can't. Late," Sakura replied shortly, her voice muffled, not taking the advice her brother gave, instead chucking it straight into the bin. Touya heard his sister's answer and sighed melodramatically, to his ears anyway. Sakura wondered why. Touya, however, did not leave her hanging loose long enough to explore the reason as to why he sighed.
"Hmm…You are a kaijuu after all."
Bam!
It was a statement.
Kaijuu.
Now, that word is an absolute taboo for her. Unfortunately, one who says that will not survive her wrath; even though her brother was the only one who did it since the nickname was given solely from him. So…
Die! Die! DIE!
Sakura lunged for her brother from her seat, wanting to knock his head down, even if it means some of his I.Q. might escapes from his brain. Well, they might have been bored staying in door for too long, especially in his head. If you think about it, logically, his grades would drop down and he wouldn't have to boast about it to Sakura, especially on her not-so-good subjects.
Great idea!
Touya, though, had clearly predicted his sister's actions and held out a hand, placing it directly on her face to stop her. Sakura's hands could not even reach his body to harm it, let alone his head, situated right above his neck.
Who was she kidding? He was so tall!
Darn it.
"Hanase! Hanase! HANASE!"
Sakura shrieked; directing punches that even she knew wouldn't even reach him. It's worth the try, isn't it? It's a miracle if she could hit him anywhere pass his waist. Heck, if it even hit his waist.
Nodding to himself, Touya let go of his hand. Sakura, on the other hand, did not suspect his actions and her body did not have enough time to balance herself due to the hasty act from the grown up man.
So, she landed on the table with a thud!
Head first.
Again.
"Itaii yo..." Sakura mumbled to herself, lifting her face from the desk, her fingers touching her forehead. Of course, whose forehead wouldn't feel hurt after banging the floor? Twice?
Hoeee…I'm going to have a big lump after this, Sakura thought tearfully, sniffing.
"Well, you told me to let go," Touya reasoned, shrugging carelessly.
"But I meant that as in figuratively, not real!" Sakura argued back, rubbing her sore forehead aggressively. This is true. Or so she thinks. Maybe if she added 'gently' behind her cries of him letting his hands go; it probably wouldn't result this way.
He shrugged, continuing to sip his drink as if nothing happened and her forehead was not stinging. "Either way, you did."
Well, Sakura can't argue with that since, technically, she did. Sakura pouted, signaling that she was not satisfied, even if what he has said had been true. Touya smirked and leaned forward, nearing his sister's face, who was sulking in silent protests. "You are way too early to challenge me…" He trailed off for a dramatic effect, "Kaijuu."
Kaijuu again.
Like she said, about thousands of time before, 'kaijuu' is a taboo word for her. Had he been listening to a word she said? Of course…Not!
Let's think. Since she could not reach his dummy head to shake it, why not damage the other parts of his body, hmm?
For example…
Sakura's bright green eyes wildly searched around for her brother's soft spot. It is a must for everyone to have as soft spot, right?
So…a-ha! Got cha!
Sakura smirked evilly to herself. Sakura could see him frowning, bringing his black, thick brows together. His act could be cute to the girls crashing over him back at his university (whom he was and is complaining constantly about), but sorry, this is his little sister we're talking about so, of course, Sakura think it's utterly gross (in a sisterly way, mind you). Clearly, Touya does not have a clue of what's coming to him. His black eyes widen in surprise as he realized what his sister was going to do.
He he he…Too late, onii-chan!
"ITAII!" Touya shouted in pain once Sakura executed the strategy she planned.
Sakura sat back on her seat, admiring her work of art; Touya crashed with the table, groaning in pain. So, the tables have been turned.
Serves him right. Revenge feels good. I guess the saying is true then. Revenge is so sweet. Muahahaha!
Suddenly, she's feeling very evil. I wonder why?
Sakura observed her brother's actions and watched as several flowery languages escapes his lips. She saw him rubbing his foot where hers has just landed as few seconds ago, under the table.
"What's going on here? I thought I heard noises. Did someone break into the house?" A new, gentle voice floated into the kitchen where Touya and his sister were in.
"Nan demo arimasen ka, otou-san," Sakura replied at the voice, her eyes never strayed away from her brother. Thinking back at her father's words, she added, "And no, no one broke into the house."
"Are you sure? It was strangely loud," The voice said again, as its owner stepped into the kitchen. Sakura saw his brown eyes searched around the kitchen, taking in the surroundings. She watched in glee as she saw her father's eyebrows going way up from its original position, surprised when he saw Touya cringing.
"I'm sure, otou-san. It's just onii-chan and his morning mood. Nothing, really," Sakura assured him and putting in more sugar that needed in that sweet, saccharine smile she smiled. Touya shot her an incredulous look, not believing his eyes on how that girl can turn into one sweet, believable sugar. How can she act so innocent? He wondered slightly as he rubbed his foot affectionately.
Sakura simply smiled at her brother. Evilly, I might add.
"Really?" Fujitaka asked inquiringly, looking at Touya who was in pain and was ever so often wincing and wringing.
"Yup," Sakura chirped, bobbing her head ecstatically, making her act more realistic.
"Oh," he said simply, eyes still on Touya, unmoving, curious as to how his only son was in that condition. Assuring himself that nothing big actually happened (which just did), he turned towards Sakura. "You're quite early today, Sakura-san," he stated, glancing briefly at the clock in the kitchen. "Why?"
"I promised to meet someone today. But I'm late for our date today," Sakura said in disappointment, her shoulders slumped as she said it, both her green eyes on the peach colored floor.
"I see. What time did you promised?"
Sakura took a glimpse at the clock in the kitchen. They have clocks in every corner of the house so it's easy to know what time it is. "Five minutes after 7.15," she announced, after looking at the clock, and resumed to stare back at her father.
"Hmm…have you taken your breakfast?" He asked her daughter again, his warm eyes never leave her perfect oval face, one of the beauties she has.
"Hai."
Which wasn't enough for her stomach…but she can't possibly tell him that.
"I don't think it's enough for your stomach. It's not wise to swallow a couple of sandwiches," He said in a bit stern voice.
Wow! You read my mind. Sakura thought, amazed.
"Which is why, I'll pack you some lunch," he finished, smiling kindly at his offspring.
Sakura beamed at him, delighted with his proposition. "Honto ni?"
Fujitaka let out a good-natured chuckle and nodded. "Of course. Go put on your skates while I get them ready."
"Hai!" she chanted as she skipped out of the kitchen.
Oops, almost forgot. She had to bid a sweet goodbye to her sweet old brother. Looking back into the kitchen, she saw that her brother dearest was trying desperately to sit back.
Sweet revenge.
Almost as if he knew Sakura was watching him, Touya looked at her questioningly. Sakura smiled at her brother innocently and stuck out her tongue moments after. She ran towards the front door before he could say or do anything.
Still smiling to herself at such an evil act, Sakura went to the little cupboard near the door. This is where the shoes are located.
Then again, she doesn't normally walk to school. She skates. She's been doing that since her father gave her those skates when she was 10 years old as a birthday present. It was a birthday gift. She simply adored these skates. They were and still are her best buddies. Colored in pink and white, who wouldn't love them? White and pink are her favorite colors after all.
Sakura donned them on, slapping the sticky thingy together. When she finished putting them on and was standing up, Fujitaka appeared in the hallway with a lunch box. He held it to her and Sakura carefully put it in her bag. She thanked him appreciatively for his considerate thoughts.
"Ittekimaste," Sakura announced to him when everything was settled. "Good luck on your expedition!"
"You too," he said back.
Sakura was about to leave when she saw her mother's picture. Sakura smiled at the photo and greeted her good morning. Her father simply smiled when she did that. "Itterassai," he bid, when she turned the knob of the door.
"Hai," Sakura shouted at him for she was out of the house and on the road.
-X0X-
I guess you've already know all the members in my family.
No?
Well, I'll explain who is who now.
The one with slightly ruffled black hair and matching black eyes is, unfortunately, my dearest onii-chan, Kinomoto Touya.
His name, Tou, means peaches in Chinese, which is also his favorite flower as well as okaa-sans'. My name is also one of her favorite. I think it's obvious that my name comes from the cherry blossom flower, don't you think so?
Onii-chan was born on February 29th. His only celebrates his birthday once in four years, due to the birth date. Yes, the leaping year, of course. He's about seven years older than me so that explains why he's taller, by at least, a foot from me. Although he's twenty, he really is only five years old.
Now, he's studying in Hitosubashi University, situated at the outskirts of Tomoeda, about 40 minutes journey from our house. He took up law, along with his childhood buddy. Why he takes that one up is a mystery to me since I think he wouldn't really know how to defend people…without the use of violence, of course.
The reason to his existence is just to make my life miserable, which is also his favorite hobby.
Yes, you've heard me.
Miserable.
An example for that would be the scene in the house. He torments me in a typical older brother fashion and delights in calling me a monster, teasing me, and finding ways to get me to do what he wants; I still can't find my ways to get out from doing it.
Very typical, huh?
Usually, onii-chan and I split up the chores around the house such as the laundry and cooking. We also back each other up when the other is too busy to finish their chores. The only difference is that he add more chores if I asked him for a wee favor. For example, if something came up and I am unable to attend to my household tasks, he would say, "It'll cost you 5 chores." Seriously, it wasn't even much. At first, it was only like "It'll be 2 chores" or "3 chores will do" but then, it increases drastically to 5 chores last summer.
All I asked was for him to fix my own homemade birdhouse last year, when I was about fifteen years old. It was one of the home works set for the students to do over the summer break. At that time, I was in the last year of Seijou Middle School. I did a really good job in putting the blocks together, and nailing them in a perfect 90 degrees angle – the teacher insists. So, when I was done, I gazed affectionately at my creation. It wasn't my first handiwork, but it was the first time I did not ask for anybody else for help. I did it on my own. Yay me!
But, amidst all the joys that were swaying inside of me, there just had to be a flaw. I wouldn't really mind if it was a teensy weensy flaw. But no, it wasn't teensy, nor was it weensy. Not even teeny. The only thing that was wrong with my perfectly made bird house is that I accidentally did not put a hole. So, it does not have an entrance door.
Fine!
Laugh all you want but it was, like I said, it happened accidentally.
Towards the end, my entire wake-up-at-dawn plan, didn't even work and it went straight into the drain. I still had to ask for onii-chan's help. So, "Five more chores" was what I had to repay him for doing my assignment after I wasted all my energy that morning. I could have slept in after all those hours but no, Fate was too cruel to me that it played a mean joke on me.
Ijiwaru yo!
Anyway, moving on…
The man with kind brown eyes and brown hair is my otou-san, Kinomoto Fujitaka. He always wears oval-shaped spectacles, adding a wise perspective to his caring personality.
Otou-san is a very understanding father. While his work demands a lot of cooperation from us, he is also ready to forgive our mistakes and help us fix whatever problem may result.
He works as a professor of archaeology at a university, popular for the quality of students produced there. He has a very busy schedule, sometimes going on excavations. After coming back from his digs, he'd brought back home one or two sample of his founding. The artifacts and fossils were very unique even though it was buried underground for hundreds of years.
I'm very proud of my otou-san's work. Plus, I got to learn new things about different artifacts.
Otou-san is a very busy person because of his job, and ends up not being able to spend nearly as much time with onii-chan and I as he probably would like, but still supports us whenever he has the chance, like coming to school whenever we have competitions or festivals. He is an extremely kind person, as it is very hard to anger him or make him upset. In fact, I have never ever seen him angry or upset at anything. Because of how busy otou-san is, onii-chan gets a lot of the responsibility for taking care of me.
Git. I mean, onii-chan. I don't think of myself as a kid that needs to be monitored all the time. Right? Onii-chan, however, thinks otherwise. He still has this image about me as five year old who's still doing the gigi-gaga-gogo talk.
Otou-san is a kind and caring father. I really love him.
Hoee?
My okaa-san?
Well, she's dead.
She died when I was three years old, closely going onto four. I barely remember her features; it's very vague actually. Despite that, I really love her. Otou-san always talk about her whenever he has the time to, telling me about her beauty and kindness and her other positive attractiveness that was golden to him.
There were also times when he told me about okaa-san's weakness and her 'funny' moments. Okaa-san can sleep anywhere and often trips herself, he said. I'd laughed over that, and felt a bit proud, knowing that somewhere in my blood; I have the same flaws as she has.
No, not the sleep anywhere thing; I tend to be clumsy when walking. Although, I'd only trip once in a while, but then, I still trip myself over nothing. Yes, it is a strange thing to be pleased of something negative and could bring in humiliation and embarrassment.
It's just that…It made me feel as if she's with me, the whole time.
She was a model, my okaa-san. Otou-san has lots of pictures of her when she was a model, about 19 or 20, about three years before she died. He puts them in a specially hand made photo album, decorated with her favorite flowers; like ivies, peaches and cherry blossoms, occasionally taking them out when he told her tale me to let me stare at okaa-san's splendor.
Yes, I was not really close with her. Like I said, I was three.
But, onii-chan sure did. He was ten back then. He had once played me a song he and okaa-san played together. I envied him for that. It was indeed a very beautiful song, invented by my own okaa-san.
Onii-chan said that the song he played with her was only half of okaa-san's creation. The other half was with me. It seems that she wrote her song and divided them between us, teaching only half to onii-chan through his piano lessons as she taught me the other half.
I told him that I was three, how could I possibly learn? I surely did not remember anything about her, except when seeing her photos. He only shrugged, not quite sure of the answer. After that, he shooed me out of his room, saying with a scowl that he needs to get ready for his acceptance examination to his desired high school.
I mulled over the new information, processing what he meant slowly at that time. Eventually, I gave up, seeing as I was only an eight year old, still not understanding much and had difficult time dealing out with the amount of information. Onii-chan also told me that she was up there, living happily with the stars. I hope so. I wouldn't want her to be upset.
-X0X-
Burr!
Sakura hugged herself as she skated down the road. It was chilly outside, even though it's already June. The morning spring brisk greeted her sun-kissed skin. Her shoulder length auburn hair flirted with the late-spring breeze, dangling along the sides of her cheeks, teasing with them.
Even though spring was almost over and summer was drawing near, winds are often cold as well in the morning. Sakura hugged her windbreaker closer. Casting her look on the sideways as she skated, she saw the trees.
Cherry blossom trees.
Gorgeous, I tell you.
Well, in spring at least.
Her family went to the cherry blossom sighting at the shrine near their neighborhood about a week ago. Sakura had practically gaped at the dazzling flowers, (Touya calling her the-wide-eyed-kaijuu of course) still not believing her eyes in that beautiful sight even though she had went to the sighting for almost 10 years. As usual, they spent the entire day partying at the shrine and other places where they can enjoy the cherry blossoms. Of course, Sakura had also met her friends that went to a different middle school: Chiharu, Yamazaki and Naoko. She was even more excited when she learned that they were all going to the same high school. Is it a coincidence or what?
The cherry blossoms Sakura usually see early in the morning were planted in the middle of the road in Sakura's neighborhood, which is a good thing for she always loved the pink flowered trees. She enjoyed looking at them every morning in spring during her skates to school in spring.
Such nice color.
It's a pity, now that the flowers were falling and her favorite color's fading away. Soon, there'll be no more cherry blossoms on the road. Sad to think, but hey; at least there's new flowers in summer that she could look at.
Normally, Sakura would have stopped by certain trees; like the usual spring mornings before turning into the soon-to-be-gone-days, picking up the cherry blossoms petals on the road and showered them over herself, enjoying how soft the petals felt against her own skin as they fall down, obeying gravity.
However, today is an exception. She'd have to speed up. Have you forgotten? She has a date today. And she had promised.
It's not a good thing to break a promise. She hates breaking her promises to people as well as she dislikes people breaking their promises to her. For her, promises are meant to be fulfilled. Promises wouldn't be called promises if it is not a promise, is it?
Right.
Anyway, she had promised to meet this person in Penguin Park. It's a park situated near their not-so-new school; about 10 minutes walk. Or skate. They used to play together there when they were kids; this person and her. Now, they're in high school. It's been about whole month since they were accepted into that school. Konan Gakkou, to be exact. Which is very cool since that school is one of a kind.
Speaking of which, she's almost there. Just after this corner and voila! Here she is! Yes, the Penguin Park. Let's see if she's right.
Sakura pulled out her cold fingers from her windbreaker and counted mentally inside her head. It's a habit to ensure she was at the right place. Like she said before, she's got her mother's gene, the forgetful one. Oh, and of course the tripping too.
Big penguin slides: check.
Wooden plank see-saw: check.
Two swings: check.
Two benches on each side of the park: check.
Everything's checked, so here I am! Exactly in the Penguin Park.
Bitter winds greeted her mental announcement, no one there to answer it. Hmm……something's definitely missing. Fishy. For now…it's empty.
Sakura gasped in dismay as she realized it. It can't be! Sakura scanned around the park looking for the person.
The swings?
Sakura let her gaze travel towards the swings, situated in the middle of the park. There was an oddly creaking sound before, Sakura would have sworn that…but the swings were now empty, untouched and unmoved, not even by the wind. Nope. No one.
The see-saw?
Sakura converted her gaze towards the wooden planks stayed in nearby the bench. No, the wooden planks were not going up and down, so someone couldn't possibly have been there. Nadie.
The slide?
Sitting there next to the swings was the slide. A big sized slide with the King Penguin's red tongue as the slide. There was no sign of anyone at bottom or the upper part of the King Penguin's tongue. Zero. No one.
Oh, no!
Had the person went to school without her?
WHAAAAAT? It's not fair!
But, she did keep the person too long, hadn't she? She'd broken her promise, their promise.
Bother!
Suddenly, her vision of the empty park went black, black pitch darkness.
Poof! Just like that.
Had she really gone blind?
……To Be Continued Soon……
To the old reviewers, okaeri nasai! (Welcome back). As for the new ones, konnichiwa (Hello).
If you like, you can review (as it is the fastest way to contact me) and tell me anything. I'd like to know your opinions and how I should improve on my writings. Also, kindly or rudely point out any mistake you can see in this story. For those who wanted translation for the japanese words, do e-mail me. Until then, ja mata!
P.S: I could arrange the story a bit if there are any of you who wanted to be in the story. Let me know, okie?
Later days.
- No one can foresee what destiny holds in store…and I couldn't agree more than that!-
TeDDieZ
