Geo: Hey! My first fic! Okay, here are some things I have to say:
First things first: obviously, Cardcaptor Sakura and all the characters do not belong to me, so don't sue me.
Second: This is my first fanfic so I'm terribly sorry if I really sucks. Whatever. Well, enjoy!
I could never forget the scent of cherry blossoms...
It stuck in my mind so clearly, you would never guess that I last smelled it six years ago.
Let me try and describe what my life was like six years ago. I was a young boy, 11 years old, in Japan. I had a mission.
That mission was to bring back the Clow Cards, since I was the descendant of the Clow Reed himself. Leaving my home,
my family, I went to Japan to find another Cardcaptor: Sakura Kinomoto.
I'll be honest with you: Sakura didn't know what she was doing. She really only relied on Windy for all her captures.
She had her little stuffed animal. Wait, I should be a little more respectful. Well, his name was Keroberus, the Guardian of the Seal.
I didn't know it right away, but I liked Sakura. She was sweet and funny, if not a little bit naive and clueless. I later discovered
that Sakura was beautiful.
Yes, beautiful. She had brownish hair and emerald green eyes that reflected kindness and tenderness. She was always willing
to help someone and took her job as Cardcaptor very seriously. She was, and still is, an angel in my eyes. Yes, she was, is
and always will be the most beautiful woman on earth.
How many times have I heard that? I promised myself "I will never say those sort of things because I will never feel them.
However, here I am. A seventeen year old love-sick fool. However, I wouldn't categorize myself as a "love-sick fool".
Fool is all the is necessary. Or maybe even idiot.
Why, you ask? Well, it's simple. Here's this girl I love so much it hurts. I'm here in Hong Kong. She's in Japan. I've been here in
Hong Kong for the past six years and I've hardly talked to her or even written to her. A lot had to do with Clan business, since I am the leader
of my clan. But that shouldn't be an excuse!
How many times have I wanted to just say "Hell with all this!" and fly back to Japan. I'd fly back, seek her house, and when she answered the door
I'd hug her and never let her go. Yes, that was the master plan since I was 13. As you can probably guess, I never followed it. There are too
many people here that are counting on me: the Elders, my mother, Meilin, my sisters...everyone.
I am NOT saying that they're all more important than Sakura. Heck, I would rather be in Japan, with nothing more to than math tests and soccer
practice to worry about. But noooo. I'm stuck here.
A constant fear of mine...yes, a fear. Stop snickering. A constant fear is that she has forgotten about me. Forgotten that I told her I loved her
and she said she cared for me too. Forgotten that we exchanged teddy bears, promising to meet again. Forgotten everything.
Or even worse! Actually remember me for my cruelty!
Yes, I was cruel. I was horrible to her. Demanding her to give me back the Clow Cards, since they were "rightfully mine". Boy, that was a laugh.
She is the Clow Mistress, for one thing, proving her to be more powerful than me. It's not that I think that's wrong. She deserves it! Me, well...I was just
to sure of my abilities.
Why was I so mean? I don't know. Seriously, I don't. I think back now, and it is so unreal, so awful that it would be only reasonable for her to hate me.
Wouldn't you?
But she never acted like that when I was there. She always greeted me as a friend, never as a rival. I was the one who was so intense, so into getting the Clow Cards.
I admit now that after a while, the only thing that mattered to me was her safety. However, that didn't give me the right to be so mean to her.
What if she changed? That is always a possibility. And what if it was for the worse? No, Sakura, being the angel that she is, could never actually be mean or hateful.
Just the forgiving girl that we all know and love. Especially me.
However, that little thought didn't give me any reassurance. If I called, it would just be between friends. What if she found another? What if she moved on? It was grade four
that I told her I loved her. What if she...what if she got another boyfriend? What if she...
I must have groaned outwardly and very loudly because my cousin, Meilin, walked into my room, where I was working on my math.
"Syaoran? What's wrong?" She stared at me intently until saying, in a hushed voice, "You're thinking of her again, aren't you?
"No, Meilin," I said, trying to smile, but failing miserably. She smiled a sad smile and looked out the window. It was pouring. Just like my mood. She suddenly squealed in delight and clapped her hands
in excitement.
"I almost forgot, Syaoran! There was a letter for you."
With me in the mood that I was in, I didn't see anything so exciting in that. Whopee. A letter. As if I didn't get enough of those. She took the envelope out of her purse, and handed it to me.
"Thanks, Meilin."
She smiled and skipped out of the room. Looking after her, I wondered if she just suddenly cracked. With a shrug, I looked at the letter. It was a pink envelope and, had I not been sitting, I seriously believe that I would have
collapsed. Sakura. Sakura had written to me. Just when I needed her the most.
I tore open the envelope and read the letter, which read:
I sat there for
a while, my mouth open slightly. Sakura?!?! COMING?!?!?! There
is so much I have to get ready and... I
stopped myself in mid-sentence. I would take this one step at a time, or
else I was pretty sure that my head would explode otherwise. Sakura
wrote to me. She's coming here to Hong Kong. She signed the letter
with a 'love'. Perhaps...perhaps there was hope for me, for us, just yet. And
suddenly, a flood of memories rushed back to me, both good and bad. But
they were of Sakura, so I had to smile. And pretty soon, there would be
more memories to accompany them. I
looked over at the bear that she gave me, who I called 'Sakura'. It was
placed beside one of the only pictures of us together, that Madison took a long
time ago. It was still raining outside, but it was more of a peaceful
rain, not the sad, depressing rain that accompanied my mood only a little time
before. Funny, how everything seemed alright with a simple letter.
Nothing was said, just understood. I sat backed, the peaceful smile still
on my face. I could never
forget the scent of cherry blossoms....