Agent08 Reporting for Duty!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own CCS, or any of its wonderful characters. The plot is all mine, however part of the plot is based off the original CCS anime series and first movie (which I suggest you watch before reading my story).
Full Summary: Trying to defeat a dark magician? That's hard. Trying to defeat that same dark magician with the ex-boyfriend that broke your heart? That's harder. SyaoranxSakura.
Now… on with the story!
Casting Shadows
Sunset
Li Syaoran stood, front and center, in the dark, dingy room that was the headquarters of the Li Clan elders. Actually, the entire building was their headquarters, but the room that he was in was the one they often used for any old reason – like for meetings, for appointments, for meals… and for humiliating him.
He couldn't remember how many times they asked him to come to them, all so they could berate him. To have him be shamed while his family stood in the dark confines of the room as they told him he wasn't training hard enough, or that his grades were inadequate, or that his magic wasn't as highly developed as it should've been.
He hated that room and that spotlight that shone directly upon him, highlighting everything about him, bare for all twelve of the Li Clan elders to judge. His dark brown hair, his golden eyes and hard facial features were even fair game. In that room, he was completely vulnerable.
The last time he was there, they gave him the worst tongue-lashing he'd ever experienced. Not even his own mother had scolded him the way they had. It was after they found out that he had not passed the Final Judgment with Yue, and that after all "their" hard work (though really, they'd done nothing, while he'd nearly broken his back in trying to capture Clow Cards), he had not become their one, true master.
That was some years ago. He didn't return to them, swearing he wouldn't come back to the part of his family that recognized all that he was not, instead of all that he was. But there was no avoiding them now. At seventeen years old, they forced him to return, so that they could give to him their cruelest lecture yet.
"You can't possibly be with her," the elder in the middle of the long, wide table spat. The twelve of them were all seated, dressed in their traditional Chinese robes of green, gold and black, staring down at him with disparaging eyes.
He didn't respond. Nothing he could say would make them feel better about the situation at hand – unless he denied the claim. And he wouldn't deny it – not if they shook or roughhoused him to his very last breath.
They all shook their heads when still no response came from his lips. "This is unacceptable. You know we cannot tolerate this."
Then, suddenly, in a fit of anger that he could no longer contain, Syaoran spat, "Well you don't have to tolerate it. She has nothing to do with you or anyone else in the family. I don't need you to be okay with it."
"Xiao-lang!" the same elder exclaimed, shocked by his audacity. Syaoran normally would never give any kind of back talk. This unusual change in character all of the elders immediately credited to his romantic love interest.
He gave them a glare that had more heat than their own, more anger and tons of hatred. He didn't care what they reprimanded him about – whether it was his grades, his magic or his fighting skills – they would not chastise him about this. Not about her. He would not allow it.
He turned around to leave them.
"Stay where you are, Xiao-lang," the elder hissed, using his Chinese name once more. "You do not speak to us like that. You forget your place. We are your elders. Show us respect."
Syaoran glanced over his shoulder to steal a peek at his mother. She, as well as his faithful friend and servant, Wei, were standing off to the side as they always did when he was called for meetings such as this one. He wanted to see whether they were upset or not with his answers to the elders – but their eyes were cast down.
Reluctantly, not wanting to upset his mother or Wei any more than he might already have, he bowed his head. "I'm sorry," he apologized, his voice tight with the rage that he was forced to once more hold back.
They ignored his apology and continued on with their speech. "You must end the relationship."
"No!" he answered, not able to keep himself from raising his voice. "I won't, that's not fair!"
The elders again shook their heads at him, as if he were a child that did not understand right from wrong. "What's not fair, Xiao-lang, is you leading her on. Do what you need to do with her to satisfy your needs, and get rid of her. Surely that is all she is good for."
At that, Syaoran couldn't hold it in anymore. He stepped forward; ready to pummel the life out of the elder that even dared to breathe a single word about using his girlfriend in such a way. The elderly men did not even flinch. Before he could take another step, two guards that stood at attention by the entrance of the room had leapt on him, holding his arms behind his back.
"You shut up!" he screamed. "Don't talk about her like that!" He tried with all his might to break free from the guards that restrained him, but found that they were too strong.
"Xiao-lang, she's filth," they said slowly, understanding his reaction but trying to make him see reason – though, technically, there was no reason in their words. They didn't even know her. They didn't know that she was the best thing that ever happened to him, or that she was the kindest, most generous and compassionate person they could ever possibly meet.
"You don't know what you're talking about!" he yelled.
"She's nothing, Xiao-lang. Don't you understand? You deserve someone of your stature. Of your wealth and status… she's a peasant."
They spoke of him as if he were a king – and quite honestly, he was by all standards. The Li Clan was practically royalty. He came from a family of old money, had riches and luxuries that people only dreamt about having. He was also well educated like a king should be – the best in all his classes, and a fine martial artist. Not to mention he was magically talented. Being a descendent of Clow, the greatest magician and sorcerer of all time, had perks such as that.
And then, with a start he remembered, "She has the cards," he blurted. "She's magical, too! She's the Card Mistress, the creations of Clow approved of her themselves! The Beast of the Seal chose her, and Yue-san appointed her the new mister himself! Isn't that enough for you?"
"Don't speak of that to us," they growled, seeming angry. "We do not want to be associated with anyone who could defeat one of our own." And, after a few moments, he understood why they replied like that. They had been furious with him when he hadn't won the cards. To them, she was the girl that deprived the Li Clan of a prize they wanted for their own – something that they thought was rightfully theirs.
"But… she… she's the Card Mistress…"
"She is the impudent little girl from Japan that dared to take the Clow Cards from their rightful owners. Nothing more," they said with malice. "We do not want any involvement with her, and more importantly, neither should you. She is a lowly commoner and does not deserve you. She is beneath you."
"You don't even know her! You won't even give her a chance!"
"We do not need to give her a chance, Xiao-lang. The relationship is intolerable. When you return to Japan, you must end the relationship with her. Do you understand?"
"No," he protested, finally able to loosen himself from the guards' hold. But he didn't try to come at them, because he knew that it wouldn't get him anywhere. Instead he kept his arms firmly at his side, his fists clenched tight. "I won't do it."
There was silence for a moment. And just for a fleeting, fraction of a second, he thought that maybe he had won the argument. For once, had he defeated them?
And then, out of the silence, came a slow, mirthless laugh.
"Oh, Xiao-lang," they chided, smiling in what seemed to be an evil manner. "We are simply asking you to commit a small gesture of loyalty to the clan – a small gesture that would surely benefit us all."
He felt like snorting. So breaking up with the only girl he could ever love was a small gesture?
"We care about you Xiao-lang, surely you must know that, and that we are only telling you this for your own good."
He waited for them to continue, because quite frankly, he had no idea what they were talking about.
"Have you considered anything at all, Xiao-lang? Where your relationship with her will lead you? We ask you to consider it now…"
No one spoke. In truth, he never really had thought much about their future together. They'd been dating for years. All he ever thought about when he was with her was the present. Not the past or the future. Because in the present time, he was with her, and it was all that really mattered to him.
"Let us say you two get married. That is the… grand plan of yours, isn't it?" they asked with slight cynicism. "Well – then what?"
He thought about this. The answer seemed easy. Have kids, live a happy life together.
"Where will you two live? In Japan or China?"
He had never thought much about that before either – he didn't plan that far ahead into the future. He'd lived in both Japan and China, and for fair amounts of time. They were both very nice places and he wouldn't mind at all living in either of them… it was more or less a toss-up to him.
"You can't run the clan all the way in Japan, Xiao-lang. It would make no sense for you to live there. You're our future leader; we can't have you living very far. We need you here."
He shrugged, remembering this. As the future Li Clan leader, of course that was expected of him, to stay where the family needed him to be. And the entire family's home was China. Sakura wouldn't mind relocation – she would understand, he knew she would.
"I'll take her with me," he answered firmly, confident that that would solve the residence problem.
"That's very kind of you, Xiao-lang," they told him, nodding their heads as if in agreement, but somehow he could still see the cynicism in their eyes. "Very nice of you indeed, to uproot her from everything she's ever known. I'm sure she'd like that – you taking her away from her nice life in Japan where she knows everyone and everyone knows her. China's a much bigger place; perhaps she won't be as familiar with the locals…"
He could see what they were trying to do. But he wouldn't let them talk such nonsense to him.
"Enough. I know what you're trying to do."
"And doesn't she have an aging otou-sama? He is getting rather old, isn't he? Don't you wonder who will take care of him, when she has left? Her onii-chan is working abroad at the moment, isn't he? Her poor otou-sama will have to take care of himself, I suppose, unless her onii-chan is kind enough to abandon his life to return home and care for him…"
"He – he has friends. They'd take care of him…"
Ignoring him, they continued in false cheer, "And years from now, when you're living here in China with your beautiful new wife, you'll have already been appointed the new Li Clan leader! You'll be able to provide for her, so money and finances shouldn't be a problem… it's just too bad you won't have time for a honeymoon."
He was starting to sweat. "What – what do you…?"
They shrugged. "Li Clan leaders begin work right away, Xiao-lang. Leaders don't have time for things such as honeymoons or romantic evenings with their wives… why do you think none of us are married? Why do you think we have concubines rather than spouses? There's just no time in between all the work that we do…"
"I'll make time for her," he responded, trying to sound self-assured.
They smiled sadly at him, but he could tell that they were smug. "Best of luck with that, Xiao-lang. We don't know how you'll do it – it is highly doubtful that you'll be able to – but who knows? It would just be terribly awful to leave your beautiful wife alone all the time. She'd get bored, lonely, depressed… not having any friends here or not knowing anyone might make her unhappy. She might live a miserable existence here…"
"We'll stay in Japan, then!" he countered, while trying not to seem hysterical. "We don't have to move here…"
They scoffed, seeming insulted. "And neglect your family? Neglect the clan and your responsibilities as the leader? Moving to Japan simply won't do, Xiao-lang. You know you cannot run this clan when you're living all the way over there."
"She… she can stay in Japan," he choked, unsure of the suggestion but finding the need to respond with something, anything. He could just feel the reality of his situation pressing in on him from every angle and he suddenly felt suffocated. "She doesn't have to stay with me… she can stay where she is and I'll stay here."
They clicked their tongues. "A nice idea, Xiao-lang. However, the statistics of successful marriages, let alone long-distance relationships these days are not as high as they used to be…"
He could feel sweat forming on his temples. "Stop," he said, his voice a hollow tone. "I've heard enough."
"And let's not forget the years and years of training you must first undergo before ascending to your position as leader. You've known all your life, of course, that the intense training will keep you busy and on your feet from the crack of dawn until the sun sets. This training, which in fact is supposed to begin tomorrow, does not allow very much outside contact so as not to distract you from your duties…"
"No… that's not… that's not how it is…"
"No? It's not? Xiao-lang, please. We are telling you the truth. The intense training, the restricted contact and the years of preparation that it takes to become the Li Clan leader are things you've been aware of since you were young. You knew the day would come eventually – the day when it would all begin. It's tomorrow. And now look what you've done. You've given yourself extra baggage."
"I won't do it," he ground out, feeling weak. "I won't let her go – I don't want to do any of this anymore. Find someone else whose strings you can pull. I'm done being your puppet." He did his best to keep his fist clenched so as not to raise any fingers at them in the form of a rude gesture, and turned to walk away.
They shrugged. "Suit yourself," they answered, trying to come off as nonchalant, though he could still sense their malice. "You are welcome to renounce your title as the Li Clan's future leader at any time. We are not holding you to anything, Xiao-lang. However… relinquishing your claim over leadership would mean removing yourself, as well as the entire family from the connections you have with us."
They clicked their tongues at him as the blood running through his veins grew cold.
"You've been eating out of a golden spoon since you were born because of us, Xiao-lang. You and your whole family have survived because of our riches and financing. But the moment you walk out that door, no longer our inheritor, you go to being a lowly commoner, just like your Card Mistress – but poorer. Your okaa-sama, what kind of work could she possibly find to support her family of five? Your onee-samas' lives will be put on hold without the money to continue on with their lifestyles… I don't think you'd even be able to afford Wei-san's services!"
"That is enough," a clear, strong voice called out.
Syaoran turned around to face his mother, the simple movement feeling as heavy as if he were in a pool of syrup. His eyes were distressed and his face a shiny palette of sweat. Yelan was looking down at him from her great height, seeming upset but masking it with her stone-like features.
"You have made your sentiments very clear and have presented the facts candidly. My son will decide what he wants to do when he is ready."
Hearing this, they nodded, deciding that the boy had been tortured enough. In any case, they were sure they had convinced him of deciding in the clan's favour.
Yelan then stepped forward, taking her son by the shoulder. Unable to think clearly, what with all the thoughts being thrown around in his head, causing the worst of migraines, Syaoran bowed robotically and turned to the exit, only aware of darkness despite the light that spilled through the opened doors.
xxxxxx
They walked out of the wide building, the building that looked like a mansion but had for most of Syaoran's life, felt like a torture chamber. His throat was constricted, his chest felt tighter than ever, his mind was a complete jumble of thoughts, and his heart – well, he was sure that it was lying somewhere around his ankles.
Syaoran was glad to see the sleek black car that was parked just by the bubbling fountain. It meant escape. It meant he would be driving back to the airport so that he might return to Japan and get some piece of mind. But returning might also mean facing her, and facing the facts.
Wei got into the driver's seat without a word. His kind grey eyes were the same as usual behind his round glasses, but they seemed a bit sadder. He wouldn't give his opinion unless Syaoran asked for it. But to ask for an opinion would mean speaking, and at the moment, every ability Syaoran had, other than breathing, completely escaped him.
The car's engine started and the big silver gates that he compared to prison bars creaked aside to allow them leave. Syaoran sat, silent, staring at his shoes with his world completely turned upside down.
"This is quite the predicament you have for yourself," Yelan began, breaking the silence. She was not looking at him, but looking straight ahead of her as she spoke. It was very normal of her to do so.
Syaoran felt like shriveling into a tumble weed. "I noticed."
"This is a choice you must make soon. And a choice you must make for yourself and no one else," she answered, her voice neither angry, upset nor dismissive.
Quiet erupted around them once more. The silence was also very common among the Li family. They weren't a very talkative bunch, with the exception of his four sisters who spoke at almost every hour of the day to gossip or tell jokes or squeal about good-looking men. The silence should've been nothing new to Syaoran – but for some reason, it didn't feel right. Not this time.
"I don't want to leave her."
Calmly Yelan answered, "So then, don't leave her."
He shook his head. "But what about the complications? I never realized before how hard it would be to just be with her. If she moved, she'd be unhappy. If I moved, I'd be letting the family down. I just… I wish I didn't have to make this decision. I wish I wasn't the heir to the Li Clan."
He didn't know it, but it felt like a knife to her heart to hear him say such a thing. She had taken pride in knowing that she had produced a son, a son that would be a leader of one of the most important families of China. Though she herself was also upset with the way the elders had been treating her son, it only fueled her desire for him in becoming the leader, so that he might make changes in the way things were run.
But it appeared that, in order to become the leader she always wanted him to be so that he could make those particular changes, he'd have to choose between the love of his life and his family.
She was aware of the complications from the very start of their relationship, but knew better than to voice the dangers. Her son was happy. It was better to leave him be, so that he might experience some joy and receive a break from his extremely dreary, boring life. But now there was no more pretending, no more denying the fact that if her son were to continue seeing the Card Mistress, it would be hard on everyone.
"If I did renounce my title…" he asked quietly, "would that really happen? Would our family really struggle?"
She hesitated. Yes – her entire fortune was with the Li Clan, and removing all ties with them would put her on the street. But how could she let him know that? It would feel like she was telling him to choose her and the family. "Don't let our well-being influence your decision," she answered simply. "If you want to be with her, then you should be."
He knew then that it was true. If he left the Clan, his entire family would suffer. He wanted so badly to be selfish, to make the choice that would let him be with the one he loved, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. But what more was that he couldn't bring himself to ruin the best relationship he'd ever had – but somehow, he'd have to do one of the two.
And he knew which of the two it would be.
xxxxxx
The sun began sinking behind the trees of Penguin Park, casting a brilliant colour of red all across the open skies. Kinomoto Sakura waited patiently for her boyfriend, Li Syaoran to arrive so that they could share one last night together before he had to leave. She was very excited to see him; she hadn't spoken to him for almost three days, and to watch another one of the beautiful sunsets before her without him would just be plain unfair. But she told herself to at least try and get used to not seeing him for long periods of time. Come morning, he'd be halfway to China to begin his training for the position of Li Clan leader.
He came shortly after she did, right on time. He was smiling as he approached, and still smiling when she ran to him, throwing her arms around him in a tight embrace. She couldn't help but notice there was something off about the way he grinned, though. It didn't seem to meet his eyes, and the way he held it… it seemed a little sad.
"You smell like the airport," she giggled. She'd only been to the airport twice in her life – the first time to travel outside of Japan for the first time in her life to go to China, the second to chase after Syaoran before he left for the summer without telling her, all those years ago. They were two very special occasions to her, so she knew the fragrance well.
"I went to China earlier than I had planned, just for the weekend."
She cocked her head to the side, looking more adorable than ever, and making the task he had at hand harder to accomplish. "You did? Well… that would explain why you weren't answering your phone. Why did you go to China and not tell me, silly?" she asked, the smile still on her face, not even upset at the fact that her boyfriend had left the country without even telling her.
He held her at arm's length and did his best to meet her eyes. "I need to talk to you about something."
She grinned and nodded, leading the way to the swing sets so they could talk about whatever it was that he clearly had on his mind. Whatever it was, she wanted to stay positive for him. She knew, way in the back of her mind, that it would be the last night that they would spend together for a long time, so she wanted the night to be a happy occasion for them both – not a sad one.
"Well, okay then, but hurry. Trust me, you don't want to miss this sunset, it's gorgeou—"
But he took her elbow and held it, keeping her from going anywhere else. She backtracked, coming back to face him full on, a confused stare in her emerald eyes.
"What is it, Syaoran-kun?"
He let go of her slowly, letting his fingers run down the length of her arm, giving her goose bumps before touching her hand, fingertip to fingertip, and letting go. He continued to stare at the ground below him, despite the fact that she wanted so desperately search his amber eyes for a response to her question.
"I don't think we can go on like this anymore."
His tone was sad and resigned, but she tried to stay cheerful. "What are you talking about, Syaoran-kun?"
He finally looked up to meet her gaze. He held it for a moment to stare meaningfully into them, to show that he wasn't kidding around. "I don't think we can be together anymore."
She took his wrists and peered up at him, trying hard not to sound desperate. "But… why? What have I done?"
"Nothing," he nearly exclaimed, horrified that she would even think that someone as perfect and angelic as her could ever be capable of doing wrong. "You haven't done anything. But things between us… they won't work. I have to end it. I'm sorry." He turned around to walk away, thinking the faster he walked way, the less pain there would be to suffer from both of them.
She shook her head, refusing to let him go without an explanation first. She appeared in front of him again, confused and unable to understand for the life of her, why the person she cared for most in the world wanted to end things with her, all because he had to go to China for a while.
"Why won't it work?" she asked. "It's me and you… of course we can make it work—"
"You know why," he answered, trying not to sound frustrated. Why did she have to make him say it? Why did she have to pretend like she didn't know? He knew that part of her knew just as well as he did, that he'd be gone for years, and that the difficulties in their relationship would cause her unhappiness. "Training could take years. Years, Sakura. And you know I'm not allowed outside contact. I can't ask you to wait for me."
"You don't have to ask me," she responded, a smile on her face as she tried to get him to see reason. "I'll wait for as long as I have to. Even if it takes—"
"That's not fair to you," he grunted. "And it's not just that."
He didn't want to have to tell her why else they couldn't be together. But he had no other choice. He had to tell her the other reason, because the first one he had given her wasn't going to be enough to have her willingly end things. And though it would break both his heart and hers by hearing it said aloud, it had to be done. It was the only way he could ever let her go completely, so she could lead her own, independent life. Without having to wait for anybody. Without having to be unhappy.
"What else is it?" she asked nervously.
She already knew the reason why. "My family."
Her eyes welled, but she didn't allow herself to cry. Not yet. Just like Syaoran had always taught her, she had to think rationally, not emotionally. "But why?" she gasped, her voice cracking everywhere, just like his heart. "I have the cards, I have magic running through my veins! Isn't that enough for them?"
"I tried telling them. And it's not. They don't… they don't… approve of you for me."
"But… but, who cares what they think?" Sakura exclaimed, growing more and more desperate. She knew exactly how they felt towards her, but she had no idea that that would be a problem for her and Syaoran. She thought that having the cards would be enough. She thought that he loved her too much to care. And surely she was right about that…
"I do," he answered. And sadly enough, he did. The words they'd exchanged with him that day made him really think. Sakura could never be happy with him, as long as he was going to be the Li Clan leader. And there was just no getting out of being the leader. He had to provide for his family. He couldn't let them suffer, all because he wanted to be with her. If only he were that selfish.
"But… but Syaoran-kun—"
"We can't be together, Sakura," he interjected, sounding cold and uninterested. It was the only way for her to let him go. "It will be too hard. You'll be unhappy."
"How could I be unhappy if I'm with you?" she asked, and he almost changed his mind right then and there.
"That's just it," he explained, creating some distance between them. "You won't be with me. I'll be away from you, training, for who knows how long! You'll wait and wait, and when I'm finally the Li Clan leader, I'll be too busy to have time for you." He saw her mouth open to protest, so he quickly continued, "And I can't let you come to China with me. Japan is your home. And you know I can't do anything as leader if I'm not in China. We're going to have a long distance relationship forever. Don't you understand? I can't let this happen. You'll be miserable, and – and… you deserve more than what I can offer you."
"I… I can't believe this," she whispered. "You're breaking up with me, because of distance? Syaoran-kun, please—"
"Not just distance difficulties," he answered, becoming more frustrated. Why couldn't she realize it? "I can see our life together now. Years from now, after you've finished waiting for me to be done with my training, all you'll want to do is be with me. And I'll be too busy to make time for you because of my duties as a leader. You'll resent me for making me put your life on hold. You'll be lonely living in China and I—"
"All I heard from that sentence," she interrupted, taking his hands and looking into his eyes. "Was that you could see our life together."
He looked down, unable to take the intensity from her stare, when all he really wanted to do was stare into them for the rest of his life. He sighed and slowly pulled himself away from her. On any other given day, it would've been the other way around. It would have been him, begging for her to stay, despite all the challenges they had to face as a couple. And she would've have agreed – but that wasn't the case. He wished it had been.
"I'm sorry."
She seemed to disbelieve his words. She wouldn't accept it. And yet she knew that she had to.
"So then what?" she asked, genuinely confused. What happens after the person you love most rejects you because of what might happen in the future? "Are you saying you don't love me? Is that what you're trying to say, Syaoran-kun?"
It took a long, long time for him to answer. And when he finally did, she wished she'd never asked.
"I'm saying I don't want to be with you. Not just that I can't. But I won't. I… I'm sorry, Sakura. I just don't want to be with you anymore. It's too much."
And he was an idiot for thinking it at the time. That he could give the cleanest break possible, if he could just convince her that he didn't want to be with her. He truly thought that things would have been better that way if he made her believe it. That way, she could move on easier and faster. She could live her own life, without having to pine or wait for years, and at the same time please his elders and family by obeying them and ending the relationship.
He finally allowed himself to look up; only to see Sakura trembling with tears as soft cries escaped her pursed lips. He reached out to her and to his surprise; she stayed exactly where she was. She didn't flinch or shy away from his touch. She was too kind to do any of that, even when her heart was breaking, she would not allow anything but the good in her to show.
"I'm sorry," he said again, the final rays of the setting sun disappearing behind dark clouds.
She would thank him for this one day.
"Syaoran," was all she said, as he turned away from her. No "-kun" suffix accompanied his name, or other pleading phrases to get him to stay. Just his name, and it was how he knew she was trying to convey to him her most important feeling, without having to say it. Why would she want to say it, if he didn't say it back?
"Goodbye, Sakura."
And as the sun itself finally sank in unison with Syaoran's heart, he assumed a leisurely type-stride away from the scene, walking as though he was perfectly at his ease, taking a simple stroll through the park. What he really wanted to do was get on his plane early and fly as far away from her as possible, so he'd never have to be reminded about how he broke her heart ever again. So he kept walking and walking, her sobs still buzzing in his ears even when he had put great distance between them.
But what he was doing wasn't really walking, though the pace was rather slow. He was running; running away from her and his fear of the possibility that things might actually be okay – because things couldn't be okay. Not if there was always going to be someone unhappy with the relationship, whether it was the elders who disapproved, or Sakura who had to wait for only God knows how long.
So he continued to run, knowing that no matter how much space he put between him and Sakura, he couldn't run forever, nor could he possibly run from his own heart.
xxx.
Author Notes: Oh my gosh, another story! It is nearly complete, with a bunch of chapters written ahead of time, so I should be on top of this whole updating thing! I've decided to publish it because as I have just celebrated my birthday, I felt like the time was just right!
There are a few important notes I'd like you all to be aware of! First, if you haven't already seen Cardcaptor Sakura: The Movie, then I suggest that you do to gain a better understanding of my story. You can find it online, but if for some reason you can't (or you're just lazy, which is fine), allow me to explain here…
In the first movie, Sakura wins a trip to China because of some sort of magical force. She goes, runs into Syaoran, meets his family, blah blah blah. Now, on to the good stuff. The main plot is that Sakura is being followed (sort of). A woman that had romantic feelings for Clow sealed herself in another realm/dimension/what have you, that could be accessed in a number of ways (such as a well and book).
She was in love with Clow and refused to believe he was dead. She had summoned Sakura because she was in possession of most of the Clow Cards, and so had a bit of his magic, and so she thought Sakura was Clow. A bunch of other stuff goes down; Sakura has to fight the woman and get through to her by means of her special, cute, adorable and kind ways, and saves the day. That's kind of a bad summary, but as long as you get the gist, that's all I need.
I hope you guys liked what you read and come back. I truly believe that this story will be one of my better woven ones. And I hope that in time that you guys agree with me!
As always, if you read the whole thing, please take the time to review :).
Signing off,
Agent08 – My life as a secret agent xD
