Randomnormality here introducing you guys to a new fic. I wanted to try a different fic. In this Syaoran and Sakura are only friends, the final movie with the Void card didn't happen. Sakura and Yukito are an item in my story...I just think Yukito and Sakura would've made a good story. Melin and Dexter will end up together, Eriol and Tomoyo are an unbreakable pair to me, and I will probably put the harsh Desha with the ex-emotionless boy Syaoran. This is just the start. So give me some replies to the story. I would like to continue it, but I need encouragement.

Disclaimer: I do not own any CCS things you recgonize. I do own The Shukumei Kyuutai, Desha, Dexter, Shikyu, and the mysterious fighter Kumori.

Please Enjoy!

Shukumei Kyuutai

Chapter One

A cool fall breeze blew across the path as Sakura and Tomoyo made their way to their school. Sakura's short auburn hair danced in the wind, her emerald green eyes glittering with happiness. The Mistress was finally at peace with everything in her life. Her father still worked at the University, her brother going to college but still living at home. All of her friends were with her, Tomoyo, Melin, Syaoran and Eriol. Sakura had been surprised when Melin showed up, but it seems like Melin had given up on harassing Sakura. The three girls formed a bond like no other, Syaoran and Eriol still arguing everyday.

Tomoyo's long black hair was pulled into a thick braid, her deep amethyst orbs shined as she talked about the latest outfit she had made for Sakura and Melin. Tomoyo's love for fashion became a life-long dream as she went into Fashion and Design classes for school. Everyone loved Tomoyo's creations, but Tomoyo always said she felt like something in her line of work was missing. She had a line specifically for Melin, styling sporty outfits in reds, greens, blacks and whites. Sakura's line held a more preppy-outlook with beautiful shades of pink, light browns, light greens, whites and blues. Tomoyo never made clothes for herself, but she still felt like something in her line of work was missing.

The two cousins made their way onto the school property only for the ditz in Sakura to activate as her body slammed into another. Sakura felt her face heat up as she opened her green eyes, which clashed with an odd set of silver-violet eyes. Sakura stared into the face of an unfamiliar girl, Sakura's pale pink lips inches away from the girl's ruby red lips. Sakura didn't know why her stomach twisted as the light breath upon her lips came from the girl in front of her, or why she couldn't stop staring.

"Can you get off me?" the soft, darkened voice of the girl under her said.

Sakura felt her face get hotter and climbed off the girl, before hearing silence from the school grounds. She looked up and felt embarrassment slam into her as everyone stared. Sakura's eyes switched to the girl who stood up, brushing off her baggy black cargo pants, the sun glinting off the multiple silver chains that hung from her pockets. The girl's hair was chopped short, spiked on end and looked like it had been dipped into a vat of purple dye, multiple piercings seemed to make her more surreal than she seemed. The girl's ears were punctured with more hoops and studs than she thought was possible, her right ear sporting a bar that pierced two holes at the top of the ear. Her thin black eyebrows were both adorned by thin, barbell piericings just at the corner of her eyebrows, which both seemed to be made from stainless-steel.

"Stop staring," the eerily calm voice reached Sakura's ears and caused her to shiver at the forelorn sound of deep sorrow.

Sakura bowed before the girl, "Sorry for bumping into you."

The girl simply stared at the top of Sakura's head, eyes as impassive as ice. The black halter top the girl in front of Sakura had worn stopped just above her belly button, showing that her entire body was toned, pale and held just the right amount of curves needed to make her hauntingly beautiful. Even the markings on her body, the tattoos that didn't litter her body but some seemed to appear every-so often as new skin was shown. The girl seemed ready to reply when a boy, dressed similiarly to the girl ran up.

His spiky blond hair seemed to be dipped in a vat of black dye then dipped again in a vat of dark blue. His features were as pale as the girl's, his silver-blue eyes made Tomoyo wonder if the two were related. He was dressed in baggy black jeans, that were held on his hips by a black belt. A black wife-beater tank top showed his muscled, tattooed arms. His bottom lip was pierced, following the girl's eyebrow piercings and only five piercings in his right ear as his left ear sported four hoops and the barbell in two holes. Tomoyo wasn't sure what the name was, but she was sure she just found her new line of work. She didn't have a punk line of work. Tomoyo looked at the girl, she would be her choice of model.

"Hey, you ok?" He asked the girl.

The girl nodded, "I'm fine. Lets go before we are late."

At the word late, Sakura's eyes widened as she apologised once more before running off to her classroom, Tomoyo right behind her. The two made it in their seats, Syaoran and the others giving them weird looks. Syaoran leaned over, "Pst, Sakura. Someone told me you looked like you were about to kiss some girl."

A blush came to Sakura's cheeks before she leaned over, "No. I bumped into her and fell on top of her. I've never seen someone like her before so I found myself staring." Of course she wouldn't say she did feel the pull toward the girl, urging Sakura to kiss the pale being that laid under her then.

Tereda-sensei entered the room, everyone falling quiet as two very familiar people followed behind their teacher. Syaoran and Eriol's eyes widened as they felt a familiar pull toward the boy in front of the classroom. The two boys looked at each other, an aura that strong but felt similar to Yukito's. Syaoran tried to feel for an aura that would come from the girl beside the boy, but found none. He sighed in relief. No new threat, at least he hoped.

"Class we have two new students. This is Desha and Dexter Enzeru. We usually have new students answer questions from the class, so you can answer those you feel comfortable with answering."

"So you guys are siblings?"

The two didn't even glance at each other, but simultaneously answered, "Twins."

"Is there something wrong with your eyes?"

A glare was shot at by the girl, both twins answering again,"No."

"Where are you from?"

Another simultaneous reply,"Europe."

"Where in Europe?"

"Everywhere."

"Are you both single?"

"Yes."

"Do you have any other siblings?"

That's when Syaoran saw it. The small, hardly noticible glance Dexter gave to the girl beside him, who tensed, "No."

"Oh good, cause I was afraid we would have more freaks like you two," a voice came from the teen, Riyu Kenshi.

Tereda-sensi must've thought the questions were about to get personal, so he sent the two to seats over in the opposite side of the room, near the other window. Tereda told them they had time before the bell rang for classes to begin, so everyone began talking. Syaoran turned in his seat to see Tomoyo standing up and walking over toward the two new students.

Tomoyo smiled at the two, "Hi, my name is Tomoyo "

Tomoyo flinched at the silver-blue gaze Dexter had as he looked up, not use to the amazingly different color, "So what is Europe like?"

"Cold," Tomoyo heard the impassive voice of Desha and shivered.

"Anyways, I came over to invite you two to eat lunch with my group when we lunch time comes around."

Dexter smiled softly, "Sure, where is it?"

"The cherry-blossom tree," Tomoyo said.

The bell rang and everyone parted ways. The day went on, Sakura finding herself in art with Syaoran and the new girl Desha. Desha walked in late, ignoring the words of the teacher, took a seat at an empty station, put on a pair of head phones and went to work. The teacher became fed up and a ruler was slammed against the desk. No reaction came from Desha, but the class fell silent as the teacher approached the girl who seemed to be sketching out something quickly, as if to get a thought down. Mr. Harasaki opened his mouth as he stood behind Desha but fell silent as his gaze hit the picture in front of the girl.

In the sketch a girl with long ebony-hair knelt in front of a tombstone, her hair dancing in a breeze as rain beat down on her form. The girl in the picture cried as the ghostly outline of a hand played with her hair, a pair of eyes hidden in a set of clouds above the girl. It seemed to be raining in the picture, the ghostly eyes seemed to hold tears that fell onto the girl below. It was a quick sketch but Mr. Harasaki found it so deep, sorrow filling his heart as he stared at the picture.

He tapped the girl's shoulder, her pencil stopping mid-sketch, her eyes snapping out of its unfocused gaze. She glanced up, pulling her earphones off, the blaring sound of rock music suddenly flooded the room. She didn't say a word. Her eyes questioning the teacher for his interruption.

"Have you ever taken art before?" Mr. Harasaki questioned softly.

The girl's eyes focused on the picture in front of her, "For three years."

Mr. Harasaki placed a hand on her shoulder, "It's beautiful. You have a talent for it, but please try not to be late."

The girl simply nodded as she slipped the headphones back on, her eyes focusing once more on the picture, as her pencil began moving over the piece of work in front of her. Sakura turned a confused gaze off the girl and to her friend beside her, his amber orbs seemed to agree. The sorrow was small, but it was there. Something was off about the girl.

Lunch came, Sakura and the others sat under the tree, Tomoyo being absent. Sakura questioned it before the said girl ran up, Dexter Enzeru in tow. His silver-blue eyes glittered with laughter toward the hyper-active girl. Syaoran smirked as Eriol tensed, his hands denting the soda can in his grasp.

"Hey guys, this is Dexter, from homeroom. Dexter, this is Sakura, Syaoran, Eriol and Melin."

Melin suddenly got stars in her eyes as Dexter's steel-like gaze landed on her ruby gaze. He flashed her a wink before taking a seat between Sakura and Tomoyo. He pulled out a bag and calmly ate, chatter instantly infused within the group, Dexter's eyes held evidence of amusement. Syaoran glared, "What are you smiling about?"

The group went silent, the boy putting his fork down, "It's just the arguing between Sakura and Melin remind me of Desha and Cassidy."

"Desha has friends?" Sakura dumbly asked.

Dexter's smile faltered a bit, "I know it seems impossible but she has friends. I mean, not any new recent friends. My sister is hard to get through sometimes."

"Why?"

The smile completely left Dexter's lips, his eyes dropped to his food. He suddenly didn't feel like eating. It had been so long, "It's not my place to say. Desha is Desha. She befriends people she feels she can trust. She's been through...a lot."

"I'm sorry. It's just Desha seemed so sad in Art," Sakura sounded so concerned that Dexter felt himself smiling at her internal kindness.

"I wish she could've met you a few years ago, Sakura. Maybe she wouldn't be so...so cold."

"Where is she?" Melin asked curiously.

Dexter shrugged, "Not sure. She doesn't like the social hour lunch becomes. She's probably on the roof."

Desha sat on top of the outlet, the door to the staircase leading to the roof just under her. She stared out at the horizon, blindly thinking of past remnants. She noticed her brother sitting with a group of four. She smiled to herself, It's about time he opened up. I'm sick of feeling like I'm rubbing off on him. She felt her smil leave her lips when that auburn-haired girl from her art class ran off. Did her brother say something? He could be a block-head sometimes.

The door under her opened, the same emerald-eyed girl ran out onto the roof. She looked around, looking for something. Desha found herself looking at her curiously before turning her eyes back to the distance before her, "You're that Sakura Kinomoto, right?"

"Hoe!" Desha watched as the girl tensed and jumped around, getting about a foot in the air. "I didn't see you there."

"That was the point," the darker girl replied, her voice harsh and caused the kind-hearted Sakura to flinch.

"Why would you want to be alone? Your brother is nice."

Desha glowered, "I know. I'm not comfortable in crowds of people."

Sakura looked up softly, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

Desha glared, she hated pity. She hated people feeling sorry for her. She didn't act that way she did for attention. She acted the way she did to protect herself. From what?

"You're sad. I can feel it. Your brother said you don't trust people very much. I'm sorry that you aren't happy," the kind girl replied softly.

Desha's eyes softened, her glare disappearing, "I'm content with who I am. I'm not happy, you're right, but this is as happy as it's gonna get for me."

"Why?"

"I miss my home," Desha said, jumping off the outlet of the staircase. "Don't take it personal, Kinomoto, but I'm not in the mood for friendship."

With that said, Desha left a confused and sad Sakura behind. Why is she like that? Is her life really that bad? I wonder what she left behind that has made her so sad. Sakura tried to think of what she would miss if she left Tomodea. A picture of Yukito flashed in her mind. Was she in love?

Sakura and Syaoran stood back to back, odd demon entities surrounding them, dark clouds rumbled above them blanketing the stars from view. The two were lucky enough to get the others out, with Eriol, Yue andCereberusprotecting them, but now who would save them? Sakura's energy was depleated, as Syaoran's breathing was labored from the harsh attacked they received. Their outfits Tomoyo designed for them were nearly destroyed, tatters of cloth covering vital areas on their body, cuts adorning their skin.

"Syaoran, where did these come from?"

"I don't know, but their aura is darker than Eriol's had been," he replied over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving the beings surrounding them.

That's when they felt it. A strong aura, darker than Sakura's, appeared near them. The two glanced up, a person standing above them on a light post glared down at them. Their dark blue hair covered half their face, falling over their shoulder, the silver eye, which was visible, gazed upon them coldly. The figure was dressed in traditional Chinese fighting robes, like Syaorans, but colored black, silver accents.

Before Syaoran could demand knowledge of the intruder, the figure jumped up, body suspended in the air for a moment lapse in time. The moment he was suspended in the air, a blade appeared in his hand, and he brought it down, slicing one of the demons clean through. Blood and organs splattered the ground, Sakura growing sick at the scent of blood. The mysterious fighter gave no acknowledgement to Sakura's discomfort as he moved in a grace deemed for royalty, the silver blade colored a deep crimson as it ripped through layers of blackened flesh and purple organs.

Syaoran and Sakura watched helplessly in disbelief as the figure dropped his guard, the final demon falling to the ground. Penguin Park was littered with the blackend bodies of these mysterious demons, the fighter seemed to realize it as he lifted his pale hand. "Shukumei Kyuutai Kaji!" Instead of fire errupting from the fighter's hand, the fire errupted from the bodies of the dead demons, the rancid stench of burning flesh filled the park. "Shukumei Kyuutai Senpuu!" The fighter put his hand toward the sky, massive amount of wind pulled the horrid stench from the park. "Shukumei Kyuutai Rein!" Dropplets of water drizzled from the clouds above, dousing out the fire from the ashes, as the ashes wereswept away by the rapid gusts of wind.

Everything fell silent as the fighter dropped his hands before turning to Sakura, who finished emptying the contents of her dinner from her stomach, and kneeling before her. A soft 'hoe' left her lips as she gazed upon the bowed head in front of her. "I apologise, Mistress of the Clow. I felt disturbance and couldn't let those creatures harm such an important soul."

"Please don't bow," Sakura stuttered out, He reminds me of Yue. Majestic and regal

The boy stood up, his frame towering over Sakura but still shorter than Syaoran. Syaoran glared suspiciously, How does he know of the Clow Cards?

"You know of my Sakura Cards? How?" Sakura asked softly.

The boy sighed, before his body floated mid-air, his legs crossed, silver eyes level with the emerald gaze of the Card Mistress, "You turned the Cards? Amazing. I wasn't aware of it. I am a magick user. My Shukumei Kyuutai are my most prized pieces."

"You fought with your sword though," Syaoran pointed out, watching as the hoovering boy simply glanced over.

"I did. My Shikyo Tou is a majestic sword I received from an equally majestic magician. The sword is laced with his spirit. I slay the demons that killed him with it."

"You've fought these before?" Sakura figured out.

The boy nodded, "Yes. Shikyo and I fought against these demons. Their soul purpose is to feed of aura's. Everyone living has an aura. They go after the stronger auras. Magic users, people magically aware, people who are intuned with the future, and such."

"Shikyo? You named your sword? How pathetic." Syaoran mocked lightly, not comfortable with the dark aura of the boy.

The boy's eyes froze over, eyes becoming a steel sleet of silver. Black wings sprung from his back, "Shikyo Enzeru was not pathetic. He happened to have been a powerful magician." With those words said, the boy shot into the sky, leaving a surprised duo behind.

Enzeru? The familiar last name had the two looking over at each other.