Hi I don't own Card Captor
Sakura stood at the chopping block that morning. The morning was full of love and the scent of lemons. Magic was in the air, for no reason she could fathom. It was hard to focus on killing the chickens while the love was all around her.
Just recently her brother Toya had left to join the marines without so much as consulting her. Sakura had come back from chores that morning to discover the note in her bed and no sign of her brother anywhere. She jumped on her pile of chickens and said "I am God." It was true. She wished Tomoyo was here, because she really needed someone to talk to. Cerberus was being unkawaii and she didn't want to be near him.
Shaking her head, Sakura reached into the pile of chickens and pulled one out. Instead of a chicken, she was holding half a human arm. "What is this?" asked Sakura. Looking down, she discovered that the pile of chickens were the remains of Tomoyo. The realisation made Sakura furious. Screaming like a banshee, she brought the axe down so hard on the arm that she took off her thumb with it. Still gibbering, she grabbed another limb and started going at it with an ice pick. "Fuck, Tomoyo ain't good for shit!" Sakura said. It was clear as butter-glum puddings that she would have to fix her own shit from now on.
Her brother was hanging upside down in the nearby barn, skinned and gutted and swivelling slowly on his rafter-axis. Sakura had been preparing him for butchering, but hadn't gotten around to it yet. But even from so far away, it was obvious that the bugs had gotten to him even if Sakura hadn't.
"Goddamn sluts!" said Sakura throwing the Tomoyo steaks onto the barbeque.
Sakura then turned towards the corpse hanging from the brick red wooden barn. "Toya, get your ass down here an' eat this goddamn chicken that I've been slaving over all day for your fat ass." Toya didn't answer. "Toya! Get down here you fat bastard or I'ma wring your turkey neck you faggot."
Snatching up her shotgun, Sakura quickly waddled up to the barn. "Back from the great war!" she shouted, and shot the cord suspending him. Cursing, she then dragged him back to the barbeque.
"Oh Clow Reed, bless us this meal," she sang over the burning Tomoyo steaks. She said a heartfelt benediction and served dinner. There was no response from the Clow but the smell of pork and Toya's fly-voiced mumbling. Sakura ate dinner with her brother.