I'm trying out a fanfiction that has magic in it. I've recently returned to my CCS obsession! So please read and I love to read what you think of my chapter! I mean it's alright to read reviews that go: update soon! I love it! That kind of thing but I'm really looking for those experienced readers/writers that can help me improve! So please do read and review! Reviews fuel us ff writers! Thank you for reading my first chapter!

The reattempt at a CCS fanfiction.

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The scent of burnt skin and blood caressed the air. A cloaked man hobbled feebly along the broken twigs that once contributed to the foundation of a hut. The cry was sharp, feeble and innocent. Desperately, he pushed the remains of the nursemaid away to reveal a wailing child wrapped in swaddling clothes. Waving his hand over the child's face, the child immediately fell asleep.

"Don't move old man." A clear sharp voice stopped him. He raised weary eyes to the towering soldier's. A sharp bloodied sword pressed against his throat, the old man could only raise his arms in clear surrender. "I just want to save this child."

The soldier pressed his sword deeper into his neck, "Pick the child up, though I would have killed it, seeing that you're going to have a long road ahead of you."

Slowly and meaningfully he picked up the child up gently and with a loud cry he shoved the soldier aside! With his gnarled hands he quickly drew symbols in the air but the soldier seeing what he was doing quickly recovered and swung his sword clumsily at the symbols, causing them to disintegrate.

Cursing his foul luck, the man started to run. The soldier ran after him, swinging the sword clumsily, never reaching the top part of his cloak. The attacks barely grazed his cloak. 'Just a little bit more.' he thought, picking up the hem of the cloak to run faster. 'Finally.' Muttering an incantation, he summoned a golden staff which had what looked like a sun and moon for the top joined to a long golden pole. Muttering yet another incantation, his staff turned into a sword, and he swung it at the soldier chasing.

With a bright flash of light, the soldier's head was lopped off easily. However the light itself drew attention from his comrades. Shouts of anger, inquiries and fear could be heard a little too close to where the man was standing. In a swirl of blue wisps, his sword finally turned back into the staff. Drawing a circle around him he commanded "TIME. BRING ME TO THE FUTURE!" And the light enveloped him.

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'Thank God I made it.'With a dreadful feeling crawling up on him, he walked briskly down the road which he had teleported himself to. Shortly after, he reached a humble looking tavern. Sounds of girls laughing and men shouting with the scraping of furniture could be heard from where he stood. Quickly he made his way to the front door and knocked thrice sharply.

"Whaddaya want OLD MAN." A heavily bearded man with a scantily dressed woman clinging to him asked gruffly, taking another swig from an empty glass bottle.

"I'm looking for Johnny." The cloaked man then said icily. "Move you drunkard." Slightly stunned, the drunkard indeed pulled him and his woman away, yelling out Johnny's name.

Holding the bundle close to his heart, he walked across the room. Men and women stared at him rudely while casually going back to their activities. His presence had cause a pause in the atmosphere but only briefly. The men went back to their drunken activities while the women returned to their lustful side of the men. He tried not the flinch as one woman with heavy make up came up to him whispering in a cacklish voice of bed pleasures and blissful nights at her side. Thankfully she was pulled away by another man who planted a slobbery kiss right over her mouth. He watched half amused as the woman tried to turn her moan of disgust into one of pleasure.

Finally reaching the bar, he whispered to the bar attendant and he jabbed his finger towards the back. Pushing the hanging cloth which served as the door, he slid inside to find a man slumped over a table dead drunk. Sighing, he threw his fist on the table with a loud thunk, shocking the man awake.

"Ugh… What, what?"

"Wake up Johnny. I don't have much time." The supposed 'old' man suddenly emitted a rather odd youthful chuckle.

"Huh? GOOD LORD REED! How can you bring a CHILD here, of all places!!!" Johnny yelped, pointing to the bundle in Reed's arms.

"Keep your volume down Johnny. I need a favour from you." Clow Reed was tempted to slap his good friend for yelling so loud.

"Relax Reed, with all the patrons making such a racket out there I seriously doubt anyone heard my yell. Now what is this favour you need?"

"I need you to help me take care of this child-"

"NO WAY REED! Look at my establishment! I am not keeping a child here or raising one! Do I look like a bloody FATHER to you?" Johnny roared in Reed's face.

"You didn't let me finish my friend. I need you to help me find a family or you yourself to take care of this child."

Calming down, Johnny rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Care to tell me first why you brought a child to me? I would guess that he's special."

"We'll have plenty of time to talk about that later. Right now I need to go and settle things with him. Don't be so surprised Johnny, you of all people should have expected it." Reed cast his eyes low as he gently jostled the baby.

"I knew your time of peace lasted too long to be true." Johnny buried his head in his hands. "Very well give me the child. I shall take care of him and he will always have a job here in my place."

"I do hope you will give the child an appropriate job Johnny. Do not worry I shall lead the battle far away from here so that you won't be affected." Clow Reed stood up passing the bundle over to Johnny who started cooing at the baby. "I shall take my leave now Johnny, hopefully I shall see you in a few days."

"Good luck Reed."

"Take care of her Johnny." And with that Clow Reed left the room.

"It's a HER?!"

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Johnny knew not to hope that Reed would be back in simply 'a few days'. He kept the child for about half a year, where mostly the women in the brothel part of the tavern-cum-bar took care of the child. But Johnny was not as dense as he seemed, he knew this was not the type of environment Reed wanted the child to be in. If Reed was the one who had given him the child, he would have to take care of her with the best he had to offer. So grudgingly he made his way to a house in the middle of the night, leaving the bartender in charge of the establishment.

'What was I thinking? I should have found her a family right after Reed passed her on to me.' He thought angrily to himself as he tapped on a wooden door briskly.

"Oh hey Johnny. What are you doing up so late?" a kindly looking man greeted him warmly, "Please come in."

"I should ask you the same thing Aiden." Johnny chuckled as the light fell upon the baby's sleeping face.

"That is a beautiful baby girl Johnny. One of the girl's?" Fujitaka Aiden Avalon smiled, closing the door behind Johnny.

"No and how come everyone can tell it's a girl BUT me? It's not mine either!" he added quickly when Fujitaka passed him a questioning look.

"If you say so, can I offer you a drink?" he asked making his way to the kitchen.

"No no. Look Fujitaka I have to make this quick. Can you help me take care of this child?"

Briefly Fujitaka stared at Johnny before bursting into laughter. "You're joking with me right Johnny! That was a good one! With that serious expression and that look in your eyes, I was so close to believing you!"

But Johnny's face still held that stony expression which he warily guarded Fujitaka with. "I. Am. Not. Joking." He punched each word with a serious tone. "I really need your help Fujitaka. I just don't know how to raise a child! And I'm not that dense to raise her in my-"

"Brothel?" Fujitaka lifted an eyebrow.

"I was going to say tavern, but unfortunately you're right as well I do run a brothel in it. I'm grateful for the help that the girls have given me so far but I cannot and do not want them to bring up a child." Johnny frowned hitting his fist on the table which caused him to withdraw his hand with a painful expression on his face.

"That wasn't the smartest thing to do. In fact it shows me exactly why you aren't the best father in the world."

"Oh and you are? So how about it Aiden? Will you help me or not?"

"You know how I hate it when people call me by my middle name. It reminds me so much of my father." He cringed slightly.

"Sorry AVALON. But will you help me? You do know you are one of the few men I trust other than Reed."

"Wait a second, is this Reed's child?" his eyes widened suddenly as he eyed the child with new found interest.

"Not his child, but of course thanks to your intuition the child was passed to me by Reed. He asked me to find a home for her, to take care of her. And I know Fujitaka that you are the right man for the job." He placed the bundle down on the table and walked towads the door.

"What is her name?" Fujitaka, embraced the child with a sigh.

"I haven't given her one. In fact, I would like you to be the one to name her." Johnny chuckled as he shut the door behind him.

Fujitaka looked at the baby girl. 'Let me think. A girl's name… I know how about Natasha! After her grandmother! That seems like a great idea!' the his eyes fell upon his wife's framed picture. 'Nadeshiko… If you had a baby girl what would you have called her?'

Then he laughed out loud "Oh yes Nadeshiko, you would have called her…"

"Sakura."

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Arianla