Hey people, Lady Silver here, just wanted to say "Welcome!" This is my first published story, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Disclaimer: I do not own CCS or associated characters. Some OC names are picked form some shows, but only because I liked the name.

Sakura Kinomoto was an ordinary celebrity until one fateful day. She attended parties, went to charity nights, and smiled for her fans. She had grown up in the lime light, but had been determined to make her own name, instead of just being known as Nadeshiko's daughter. Not only was she a model like her mother, but she also acted in movies, and was known to write and sing her own songs.

That day, she was all of those things, as she modelled her best friend's newest creation for the latest role in her career, a musical of her own composition. Tomoyo had insisted again that she design all Sakura's costumes for the film, as she always does, even though she was already co-directing and producing the film with Sakura.

(Earlier that week)

Sakura stood blushing in the middle of her changing room. Does she really expect me to wear this? Of course she does… She felt a little embarrassed standing there, with Tomoyo running around her, adjusting the hem and how the dress sat on her figure, putting in a pin here, and a stitch there.

"Can I come down now? I feel silly."

"Not yet, I'm almost finish- There! You can take it off now."

Sakura sighed in relief. As she got changed, Tomoyo started chatting about the scenes that she could get Sakura to wear the dress in.

"How about the last one? No, that's when you'll be wearing the full length green. Maybe the introduction, with your longer hair? We still have to get you some hair extensions for that…"

Sakura smiled to herself as her friend and cousin chatted away, already knowing which scene the dress would end up in, as it was the same colour as the flowers that would be set to dance around her. Tomoyo would say as much eventually, but till then, Sakura let her run all the scenes in her head.

As Sakura moved out from behind the changing partition, she noticed the stack of envelopes on her desk. More fan mail, I hope. She walked over, and the top letter she saw had the unmistakeable appearance of a bill. Drat! Skipping the top envelope, and the next three after that, she started to open the other letters. They contained similar sentiments, wishing her the best with her new project. That is, until she reached the last one.

Sakura looked at the envelope with a frown on her face. Tomoyo was still talking, mostly to herself now, so she didn't notice. There was something wrong with the envelope, but she didn't know what. She read the address, which seemed normal enough, but it was rather dark, like someone pressed very hard with the pen, or ran over the letters many times. She saw spots where the pen had pushed through the paper of the envelope.

Thinking it was probably just a very nervous fan; she opened the letter, and nearly screamed. Her hand flew to her mouth as she dropped the pages from her hands. Tears formed in her eyes quickly, and her breathing became shallow. Tomoyo saw this, and quickly rushed over.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

Sakura couldn't speak. She didn't trust herself to. Instead, she pointed at the pieces of paper strewn across the floor. As Tomoyo bent down to have a closer look, horror was openly displayed on her face. She picked up a page at random, and it was covered with pictures of Sakura, but they were drawn and written on in what appeared to be red vivid. There were images of Sakura being portrayed doing foul and vile things, and they were accompanied with words such as 'Bitch', 'Whore', and 'Demon Spawn', and much more, including death threats.

This was the first time in Sakura's career, or her whole life, that she had received anything like this, and she was in a state of shock. She dimly remembered afterwards Tomoyo calling for security, to enquire as to how the letter had gotten there. She had seen the envelope, and the only things written on it were Sakura's name, and which room her changing room was. Someone had to have delivered the letter, and she was going to find out who.

Authors Corner: Hey guys, Silver again, hope you enjoy the story so far. I just wanted to add that I probably wont have any place names, as I couldn't decide where to put them (hehehe *sweatdrops*). Also, I give fair warning that my spelling leaves a lot to be desired. Seems to be one of those family joke things... *pout* Anyway...

Until next time, have a very dapper day! *twirls imaginary moustache*