Ah! Sakura-sama!
Chapter 1
Prelude to a Wish!
by Killiko Jun
killiko_jun@yahoo.com
-----
Author's Notes:
Card Captor Sakura belongs to CLAMP and Ah! Megami-sama/
Oh! My Goddess! belongs to its rightful company.
There, now I don't have to say some cheesy 'don't sue me!' line.
And yes, don't distribute it unless I give you permission.
Okay, about this fanfic. It's a crossover with another anime called
Oh! My goddess! And for those of you who don't know what it is, I'll
be glad to give you a basic run-through about this anime.... besides
the fact that it has beautiful illustrations.
Oh! My Goddess! is about a college boy who attends Nekomi Tech.
One night, he phones up for some delivery food, but end up calling
the Goddess Relief Office.
Suddenly, a woman appears through a mirror and says that she
is Belledandy, First Class Goddess and here to grant him a wish.
Of course, things go awry when Belledandy misinterprets his wish...
So, she ends up living on the mortal plane with him, they end up falling
for each other (duh) and yadda yadda yadda. If you get the chance, go
rent it! I love it (though Belledandy is too much of a housewife-type
girl).
Now, with that concept playing in my fingers, guess what I'm going
to conjure up!! Uwhahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa!!
Seeya and remember! Comment and critique welcome at
killiko_jun@yahoo.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was seven in the evening, the busy noise of bustling pedestrians
ringing thunderously in the urban air. Tokyo was a metropolitain, framed
with towering skyscrapers, gigantic neon signs and blinking street lights.
On the sidewalks strode many different people, all with their own backgrounds
and beliefs. There were your schoolgirls drooling over the newest J-Pop stars
and anime guys, the loners who had their noses stuck in magazines,
the mothers and fathers who were rushing to the subway to get home, the
gangsters and their prostitutes, the businessmen and traditionalist... the list
goes on. Whatever kind of people that stood out in your mind was probably
integrated in this hurried life.
But amongst these people, a lone man stood out, his features not
extraordinary, but remarkably handsome in a sense. His gaze was mellow,
quiet, calculating as he perched on his motorbike. His lips were set in a
serious and grim line, as if a smile would completely crack his mask that
he wore.
The red light turned green.
His foot drove into the pedal, a satisfying rumble shaking under his
shoes. His heart leapt as the air rushed around him, the feeling of leather
under palms purring in his senses. The motorbike streamlined like a
shadow, fluidly making its way in and out of Tokyo traffic.
Cars honked as he reeled by, angry remarks and protests easily dissolving
in the wind. He allowed a small smile to grace his features. The thrill was
exhilirating!
Free from the world, free from all that noise...
"FREE!" he yelled into the sky, even if it was muffled by his helmet.
But it came to an end for he had reached his destination, the smell of
exhaust dying with the rumble of his motorbike. Gently, he took off his helmet,
and tossed his ruly hair back.
Cool and bronzen eyes stared intently at the waxing moon. He drank
the glow in and a perculiar sensation tickled in his bones and rose up his spine.
"It's no time for meditation Syaoran, it's cold outside," he murmured to
himself.
The raucous Tomoedo Tech College dorm was awaiting him. Though he
was extremely uncomfortable with his other dorm mates, this was his home for
now. It was no Hong Kong but...
His hands twisted the key in the keyhole and he was immediately
swarmed by the partying crowd inside. The stench of beer and sake hung in
the air heavily as the twenty or so bachelors partyed in the dorm. Syaoran only
had time to sigh before he was hounded into the party by the drunk men.
Outside, the cherry blossums drifted to the ground, kissing the earth in a
feathery, long-missed embrace.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Drifting...
Drifting...
Drifting...
She blinked.
"What a strange dream..." Sakura muttered as the air rose in spirals
of wamrth, "I've never had such strong feelings in them before. Maybe
Kami-sama knows about them and wants to help me?"
The scenery of Valhalla shifted around her as she was slowly transported
herself to Kami-sama's throne. Well, it wasn't exactly a throne. He never
liked calling it that, but all the other gods and goddesses insisted on calling
it that. Sakura played with her looped earrings and was still curious as to
why He had summoned her.
Her petite feet touched the "ground" of Kami-sama's thresh hold
and she breifly marveled at the simplistic beauty of the room. Everytime her
feet touched the ground, ripples of light blue magic gently rolled. There
were gold-flecked trees that were certainly more breathtaking than gold
and a soft luminous light that filtered from somewhere that
lightened the heart. Cherry blossums swirled around her, greeting her
like faeries.
Her dress folded as she curtsied to Kami-sama, who's very
presence was powerful and awe-inspiring.
"You have summoned me Kami-sama?" Sakura asked, her voice soft.
There was no distinct way to describe Kami-sama's voice for it rose
like a tremulous mountain but could be as comforting and peaceful as a
stream. He spoke in all volumes, but he whispered now as Sakura had to
strain to hear Him properly.
"My child, I have an important task for you... on the mortal plane is
a young man who is allowed to be granted one wish for his good heart. I
have chosen you to accomplish this wish and make sure that your
contract you make with him, binds."
Sakura nodded, unaware that Kami-sama was conjuring something
else in his mind. He smiled and chuckled, marveling at how Sakura had
grown since she was a baby. Seeing that He was amused, Sakura giggled
too, her sea-green eyes curved in merriment.
"Ahh.." Kami-sama sighed, the smile still evident on his slim lips,
"Go forth now, but do not be haste. You may have some time to enjoy the
mortal life."
Sakura peered inquistively at Kami-sama but bowed. What did He
mean by that?
"Oh and before I forget.. Keroberus!"
A little yellow creature puffed into view, his face stuffed with cake
and chocolate smears. He saluted cutely to Kami-sama as his wings
fluttered. Kami-sama gestured to Sakura.
"You, Keroberus, shall accompany Goddess Sakura to the mortal
plane and make sure to report any distrubances in the realm. Recently,
demons have been integrating with the mortals more than usual, and it's
troubling me."
"Anything you say Kami-sama!" Kero's genki voice rung as he
floated to Sakura. From her bright smile, he could already tell that he
was going to like her, "Well, looks like you and me are gonna be stuck
together! You can call me Kero-chan!"
Sakura grinned, "Hai, Kero-chan!" and then, to Kami-sama,
"We'll be back in no time Kami-sama!"
She clasped her hands together, the metallic chink of her bracelets
chiding like windchimes. Her eyelids dropped as she concentrated and
soon, an intricate and circular symbol glowed: a large gold star, a moon
and a sun. In a blast of light, Sakura and Kero were gone.
Kami-sama stroked his beard and chuckled again, "You might have
to think about what you said Sakura..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Bah!" Syaoran grumbled as he surveilled the mess of sake bottle,
chip bags, porn magazines (which he kept very away from because they
made him blush fifteen different shades of red) and the occasional sock
and cigarette butt. They were all so drunk. They had just left to get even
more sake, but from where he saw them heading, they weren't going to
come back for some time.
His room was a mess also and he couldn't believe that they had
invaded in like that. Then again, this wasn't the first drinking party they had.
His stomach growled and he sighed. He was starving and the only
things in the fridge were ramen cups (empty) and a pink flamingo, which
he still had yet to figure out. A bag of chips lay on the sofa and he
made a dash for them.
"Ahhh! Food!" Syaoran cheered hungrily. But it was empty too.
The bag was thrown digustedly at the floor as he flopped on the
sofa and watched the cherry blossum trees outside. He could smell
their light perfume above the odour of alcohol and it was making
him lethargic.
His stomach growled again and he drooped his head.
Defeatedly, Syaoran grabbed a telephone book and began to flip
through the take-out section.
"Hello? This is HashBrown's sushi bar! Unfortunately, our services
are not open at this hour but we do offer a free Card Captor Sakura c..."
Syaoran hung up and tried another number. And another. And another.
And another until he spent almost half an hour dialing. There were many
strange restaurants, some of which he rose an eyebrow to like "Miya-chan's
Marshmallow Malt Megaplex" and "Gabi-chan's Ciao Chow
Mein". All of them had insanely giggling teenagers on the line and he
promptly hung up.
He tried one more random number, but it surprised him.
"In a moment, a representative of the Goddess Relief office will be sent
to you. Thank you for calling!"
Syaoran scratched his head and stepped back at the mirror in
front of him.
He blinked.
Slowly, the mirror rippled and subconsciously, Syaoran traced the mirror
with his fingers.It felt smooth as it rippled and something hummed in his
bones. Then, he felt something else under his fingers, instead of glass.
Skin.
Syaoran yelped in surprise as a young woman's face stuck out from the
mirror, inches away from his own. He only had a few moments to register this
before the young woman _pulled_ herself out from the mirror, long flowing
dress and all. A strange floating creature popped out after
her, cute if it weren't for the circumstances.
He gulped, "W-who are you?"
With her face still inches away from his, she smiled kindly, "Konnichiwa,
I am First Class Goddess Sakura and I'm here to grant you a wish!"
Syaoran blinked again, "W-what?"
"Oi! Ya didn't hear her brat? She's here to grant you a wish!" that creature,
who was now _talking_ to him, said.
"I don't know who you are but you look like nothing but a stuffed animal!"
Syaoran sneered at the yellow beast.
"Why you--!!" he flew forward and bit Syaoran's finger, eliciting a scream of
pain from the young man.
Sakura scratched the side of her cheek, sweatdropping.
"Ho-eehhh..."
Chapter 1
Prelude to a Wish!
by Killiko Jun
killiko_jun@yahoo.com
-----
Author's Notes:
Card Captor Sakura belongs to CLAMP and Ah! Megami-sama/
Oh! My Goddess! belongs to its rightful company.
There, now I don't have to say some cheesy 'don't sue me!' line.
And yes, don't distribute it unless I give you permission.
Okay, about this fanfic. It's a crossover with another anime called
Oh! My goddess! And for those of you who don't know what it is, I'll
be glad to give you a basic run-through about this anime.... besides
the fact that it has beautiful illustrations.
Oh! My Goddess! is about a college boy who attends Nekomi Tech.
One night, he phones up for some delivery food, but end up calling
the Goddess Relief Office.
Suddenly, a woman appears through a mirror and says that she
is Belledandy, First Class Goddess and here to grant him a wish.
Of course, things go awry when Belledandy misinterprets his wish...
So, she ends up living on the mortal plane with him, they end up falling
for each other (duh) and yadda yadda yadda. If you get the chance, go
rent it! I love it (though Belledandy is too much of a housewife-type
girl).
Now, with that concept playing in my fingers, guess what I'm going
to conjure up!! Uwhahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa!!
Seeya and remember! Comment and critique welcome at
killiko_jun@yahoo.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was seven in the evening, the busy noise of bustling pedestrians
ringing thunderously in the urban air. Tokyo was a metropolitain, framed
with towering skyscrapers, gigantic neon signs and blinking street lights.
On the sidewalks strode many different people, all with their own backgrounds
and beliefs. There were your schoolgirls drooling over the newest J-Pop stars
and anime guys, the loners who had their noses stuck in magazines,
the mothers and fathers who were rushing to the subway to get home, the
gangsters and their prostitutes, the businessmen and traditionalist... the list
goes on. Whatever kind of people that stood out in your mind was probably
integrated in this hurried life.
But amongst these people, a lone man stood out, his features not
extraordinary, but remarkably handsome in a sense. His gaze was mellow,
quiet, calculating as he perched on his motorbike. His lips were set in a
serious and grim line, as if a smile would completely crack his mask that
he wore.
The red light turned green.
His foot drove into the pedal, a satisfying rumble shaking under his
shoes. His heart leapt as the air rushed around him, the feeling of leather
under palms purring in his senses. The motorbike streamlined like a
shadow, fluidly making its way in and out of Tokyo traffic.
Cars honked as he reeled by, angry remarks and protests easily dissolving
in the wind. He allowed a small smile to grace his features. The thrill was
exhilirating!
Free from the world, free from all that noise...
"FREE!" he yelled into the sky, even if it was muffled by his helmet.
But it came to an end for he had reached his destination, the smell of
exhaust dying with the rumble of his motorbike. Gently, he took off his helmet,
and tossed his ruly hair back.
Cool and bronzen eyes stared intently at the waxing moon. He drank
the glow in and a perculiar sensation tickled in his bones and rose up his spine.
"It's no time for meditation Syaoran, it's cold outside," he murmured to
himself.
The raucous Tomoedo Tech College dorm was awaiting him. Though he
was extremely uncomfortable with his other dorm mates, this was his home for
now. It was no Hong Kong but...
His hands twisted the key in the keyhole and he was immediately
swarmed by the partying crowd inside. The stench of beer and sake hung in
the air heavily as the twenty or so bachelors partyed in the dorm. Syaoran only
had time to sigh before he was hounded into the party by the drunk men.
Outside, the cherry blossums drifted to the ground, kissing the earth in a
feathery, long-missed embrace.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Drifting...
Drifting...
Drifting...
She blinked.
"What a strange dream..." Sakura muttered as the air rose in spirals
of wamrth, "I've never had such strong feelings in them before. Maybe
Kami-sama knows about them and wants to help me?"
The scenery of Valhalla shifted around her as she was slowly transported
herself to Kami-sama's throne. Well, it wasn't exactly a throne. He never
liked calling it that, but all the other gods and goddesses insisted on calling
it that. Sakura played with her looped earrings and was still curious as to
why He had summoned her.
Her petite feet touched the "ground" of Kami-sama's thresh hold
and she breifly marveled at the simplistic beauty of the room. Everytime her
feet touched the ground, ripples of light blue magic gently rolled. There
were gold-flecked trees that were certainly more breathtaking than gold
and a soft luminous light that filtered from somewhere that
lightened the heart. Cherry blossums swirled around her, greeting her
like faeries.
Her dress folded as she curtsied to Kami-sama, who's very
presence was powerful and awe-inspiring.
"You have summoned me Kami-sama?" Sakura asked, her voice soft.
There was no distinct way to describe Kami-sama's voice for it rose
like a tremulous mountain but could be as comforting and peaceful as a
stream. He spoke in all volumes, but he whispered now as Sakura had to
strain to hear Him properly.
"My child, I have an important task for you... on the mortal plane is
a young man who is allowed to be granted one wish for his good heart. I
have chosen you to accomplish this wish and make sure that your
contract you make with him, binds."
Sakura nodded, unaware that Kami-sama was conjuring something
else in his mind. He smiled and chuckled, marveling at how Sakura had
grown since she was a baby. Seeing that He was amused, Sakura giggled
too, her sea-green eyes curved in merriment.
"Ahh.." Kami-sama sighed, the smile still evident on his slim lips,
"Go forth now, but do not be haste. You may have some time to enjoy the
mortal life."
Sakura peered inquistively at Kami-sama but bowed. What did He
mean by that?
"Oh and before I forget.. Keroberus!"
A little yellow creature puffed into view, his face stuffed with cake
and chocolate smears. He saluted cutely to Kami-sama as his wings
fluttered. Kami-sama gestured to Sakura.
"You, Keroberus, shall accompany Goddess Sakura to the mortal
plane and make sure to report any distrubances in the realm. Recently,
demons have been integrating with the mortals more than usual, and it's
troubling me."
"Anything you say Kami-sama!" Kero's genki voice rung as he
floated to Sakura. From her bright smile, he could already tell that he
was going to like her, "Well, looks like you and me are gonna be stuck
together! You can call me Kero-chan!"
Sakura grinned, "Hai, Kero-chan!" and then, to Kami-sama,
"We'll be back in no time Kami-sama!"
She clasped her hands together, the metallic chink of her bracelets
chiding like windchimes. Her eyelids dropped as she concentrated and
soon, an intricate and circular symbol glowed: a large gold star, a moon
and a sun. In a blast of light, Sakura and Kero were gone.
Kami-sama stroked his beard and chuckled again, "You might have
to think about what you said Sakura..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Bah!" Syaoran grumbled as he surveilled the mess of sake bottle,
chip bags, porn magazines (which he kept very away from because they
made him blush fifteen different shades of red) and the occasional sock
and cigarette butt. They were all so drunk. They had just left to get even
more sake, but from where he saw them heading, they weren't going to
come back for some time.
His room was a mess also and he couldn't believe that they had
invaded in like that. Then again, this wasn't the first drinking party they had.
His stomach growled and he sighed. He was starving and the only
things in the fridge were ramen cups (empty) and a pink flamingo, which
he still had yet to figure out. A bag of chips lay on the sofa and he
made a dash for them.
"Ahhh! Food!" Syaoran cheered hungrily. But it was empty too.
The bag was thrown digustedly at the floor as he flopped on the
sofa and watched the cherry blossum trees outside. He could smell
their light perfume above the odour of alcohol and it was making
him lethargic.
His stomach growled again and he drooped his head.
Defeatedly, Syaoran grabbed a telephone book and began to flip
through the take-out section.
"Hello? This is HashBrown's sushi bar! Unfortunately, our services
are not open at this hour but we do offer a free Card Captor Sakura c..."
Syaoran hung up and tried another number. And another. And another.
And another until he spent almost half an hour dialing. There were many
strange restaurants, some of which he rose an eyebrow to like "Miya-chan's
Marshmallow Malt Megaplex" and "Gabi-chan's Ciao Chow
Mein". All of them had insanely giggling teenagers on the line and he
promptly hung up.
He tried one more random number, but it surprised him.
"In a moment, a representative of the Goddess Relief office will be sent
to you. Thank you for calling!"
Syaoran scratched his head and stepped back at the mirror in
front of him.
He blinked.
Slowly, the mirror rippled and subconsciously, Syaoran traced the mirror
with his fingers.It felt smooth as it rippled and something hummed in his
bones. Then, he felt something else under his fingers, instead of glass.
Skin.
Syaoran yelped in surprise as a young woman's face stuck out from the
mirror, inches away from his own. He only had a few moments to register this
before the young woman _pulled_ herself out from the mirror, long flowing
dress and all. A strange floating creature popped out after
her, cute if it weren't for the circumstances.
He gulped, "W-who are you?"
With her face still inches away from his, she smiled kindly, "Konnichiwa,
I am First Class Goddess Sakura and I'm here to grant you a wish!"
Syaoran blinked again, "W-what?"
"Oi! Ya didn't hear her brat? She's here to grant you a wish!" that creature,
who was now _talking_ to him, said.
"I don't know who you are but you look like nothing but a stuffed animal!"
Syaoran sneered at the yellow beast.
"Why you--!!" he flew forward and bit Syaoran's finger, eliciting a scream of
pain from the young man.
Sakura scratched the side of her cheek, sweatdropping.
"Ho-eehhh..."