Well, I know I said I wouldn't start any new stories until I finished my others, but I got this idea and couldn't help myself. This is my first shot at a Cardcaptor fanfiction. Please tell me what you think. Should I or should I not continue?


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Prologue

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From the very first time that Tomoyo Daidouji had met him, there had been the feeling that he was more than he seemed….that there was something more to the skinny, black-haired boy than met the eye. She was always said to have wonderful intuition, so she felt she just couldn't ignore the feeling.

The feeling returned full-force the first time she saw the normally well-mannered boy let lose a string of curses – in Chinese, no less – very much like he was a completely different person than he was a moment ago.

And though the event was dismissed, she had long ago learned to trust her insight.

She couldn't recall if it was the first time or not that she had caught him staring intently at her best friend – she told herself she wasn't jealous, simply curious as to why a respectable boy like Eriol Hiiragizawa would stare at the exposed legs of the girls participating in P.E. – when she realized his piercing blue eyes looked almost…

…amber.

Blaming it on the combined effect of the lighting and her imagination, she turned away from the stupidly smiling teen and back to the brown-haired girl attempting to successfully catch the airborne baton.

The same girl he was staring at.

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From the first time Sakura Kinomoto had met 'him' was after clumsily spilling her soda all down the new transfer student's front. Blushing red at both her embarrassment and the words rapidly leaving his mouth, she hurriedly apologized and wondered if anyone else had ever heard the Englishman curse – like a Chinese sailor.

The scowl on his face had seemed so uncharacteristic and out of place that it would have been comical had she not had the strange feeling that he had somehow changed in the last few minutes.

After that, there were times when she could feel his gaze on her, and when she glanced back at him – sneakily, she hoped – she had the feeling that he was in-fact not the same gentleman she had met weeks or so before.

Though why she had this feeling was still unsure to her, and as she had never been very perceptive before she attempted to convinced herself that she was simply giving her overactive imagination too much free reign.

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Few weeks time after the English transfer student had arrived, the two girls had come to believe something: there was more than one mind residing in the body of Eriol Hiiragizawa.

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Two minds are better than one?