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Chapter 1: Taken

As a young girl made her way through the large crowd, she finds her friend and heads off to school. This girl's name is Kinomoto Sakura. She has just started her freshman year in highschool and can't wait for her first class. Her friend, Daidouji Tomoyo, Simply smiles at Sakur'as enthusiasm. When it finally got to the point of Sakura jumping up and down she couldn't help but burst out in laughter.

"What? Did you start laughing all of a sudden?" Sakura said as she stopped jumping at the sudden noise.

"Oh Sakura, you are hysterical. Your like a kid in a toy shop." She was still giggling at this point.

"It's kid in a candy shop not a toy shop. Just becuase your dad is the presidant of a toy company doesn't mean you have to make all of your sayings about toys." She said this with a little hint of jealousy but then she heard the school bell ring. "Hmm, The first bell. How many minutes do we have to get to class?"

"Three."

"Your joking!"

"No really. Look at my watch."

When she looked at the watch Sakura stopped in her tracks. Then she suddenly screamed in horror. "Oh my gosh I'm gonna be late!!" Without even saying so much as a goodbye to Tomoyo she had started sprinting towards her class.

"I knew she would freak out." She looked at her watch and smiled as she set it back 7 minutes to the normal time. "Oh boy she is going to be mad at me."

She continued to walk on without a care in the world humming to herself.

After several minutes of a "that was mean" lecture from Sakura, hey both sat down and waited for their class to start. When the bell finally rung for class the teacher hadn't arrived yet. It wasn't until about ten minutes or so afterwards when the teacher had finally come stumbling through the door. He had opened the door and was just about to step in when suddenly he tripped on what looked to be his kimono. He fell through the door and landed square in front of the class.

He quickly got up and stood straight. "Good morning. My name is Matsumino Toshi. You may refer to me as proffesor."

On the first day of school, the teacher had not only come late, but in a traditional kimono. The entire class instantly labeled him by his entrance. Most of their conclusions cam to one of three things: Loser, Lazy, and Funny.

The funny obviously came from most of the girls in the class. The reason for this was his looks. He looked to be around the age of 25 and was quite muscular. He was tall and had short trimmed black hair that was a natural mess. His eyes were a dark shade of green and he had a rich voice.

Sakura could not help but stare at him. In fact none of the girls could. But as he began his explanation of how the school year was planned out which includded a school trip in the first week! The class was scheduled to go to a museum of history the upcoming saturday as a startup for his class. Sakura could easily tell that this would be an intersting school year.

The rest of the day went on with little excitement compaired to that morning. But when Sakura finally got home she was grateful for her bed. The day of walking around and having a tour of the school really tired her out and she wanted to get to bed. But before that she decided to take a shower. When she was done and walking about in her pajamas she went looking for her father to tell him the news about the field trip.

When she was done he was quite shocked. "A field trip already? How can the school even allow for that so early? I'm not sure if it will help you or not." He looked at Sakura and saw her face lose some of it's happyness when his tone came out. "But then again if he wants you to then there has to be some importance to it for his class."

"Oh thank you dad!" At that she was all over him with hugs. After a couple minutes more she finally got into her bed. "What a day."

The net few days went at the speed of light for Sakura. She was so excited about the early field trip that she nealy had a spaz attack. And when Friday rolled around she was even more hyper. Poor Tomoyo who would have to deal with her spaztic friend the entire trip, made sure to pack plenty of Tylenol and bottled water in her bag.

Sakura had everything packed in a matter of minutes She had everything organized acording to her standards and had even included to bring the deck of clow cards. She had already succesfuly contained all of the cards but she never liked to leave to anywhere without them. With the final zipper put in place her stuffed backpack with her walkman and magazines was full.

She went to sleep that night with anticapation of a great day. Her last thoughts before she fell asleep were, "I can't believe I am so happy about a history museum."

The next day was a hectic one. Sakura had to take a shower that was taken up by her dad at the same time that she neede to eat breakfat and make sure she had her full uniform. But after several minutes of pandemonium she was on her way to school to catch the bus going to the museum.

Tomoyo, anticipating her usual mornings, saved her a seat next her so they could ride together. When the bus finally started moving Sakura had already shoved her headphones on and was blaring music in her ear.

When they finally got to the museum, the teacher, who was still wearing the kimono, stood at the head of the bus and eplained the rules.

"Remember, this is a museum not a playground. There is no tour so you are free to roam around as you wish. But there is a special asignment for you. Find one object in the museum and write a full page on it's history and why you chose it. They will be your ticket back onto the bus when we go home. If youdon't have it we will leave you here." he winked at the busdriver as the kids looked at him in shock.

Each one of the students spent about half an hour looking for what they wanted and then the next three hours learning about it. After about an hour and a half however, Sakura still hadn't found what she wanted until she walked into a small room that had a painting of a small village of samurai.

It was an organized plot of houses and farms. There were obvious samurai familys walking about as the mother and father, who was carrying his katana, chatted and the children played. When Sakura saw this painting she instantly fell in love with it. She jotted down notes and scribbles as a rough draft before she worked on the final asignment. This continued until Sakura noticed something strange. Under some of the straw next to one of the houses she could have sword she saw a pair of tennis shoes dissapear under it.

She leaned in for a closer look but couldn't see anything. She shrugged and continued on with her task. In a subtle light however the deck of cards in her bag shown through the fabric. She instantly looked down and recognized the light. In a hurry she unzipped her bag and pulled them out in confusion. When she held them up they stoppedglowing and simply sat there.

Tomoyo walked in just as the cards stopped glowing. Understanding what that meant she sent a worried look to Sakura. Sakura shook her head in confusion until they started glowing again. This time however they shook and vibrated heavily.

"What the heck is going on?" Sakura asked bewildered. She tried to get the cards to stop shaking but to no avail. Then the cards moved on their own towards the painting. Desperatly trying to pull back she sweat on her forehead but couldn't get them to budge in the opposite direction. When the cards made contact with the canvas they almost melted into the painting. "Tomoyo, Help!" Sakura pleaded.

Tomoyo grabbed Sakura and pulled hard but to no avail. Sakura thought to just let the cards go. But when she tried she couldn't. She couldn't relieve her grasp on the cards as they were being absorbed by the painting in front of her. Tomoyo eventually pulled so hard that she lost her grip and fell to the floor. But when he did this there was a terrible occurence. Just as the cards had, Tomoyo kept on grabbing and grabbing.

"Please help me Tomoyo!" She screamed. But when her head finally touched the surface her face went blank. Then like a vacuum, the painting sucked her up and did not spit her back out. Tomoyo witnessed Sakura passing into the painting and saw the facial expression on Sakura's face. She could only assume the worst.