For Tsubasa Chronicle, this story takes place immediately following the land of Otou. For Cardcaptor Sakura, this story takes place after the manga is over. This story is told from the point of view of Syaoran from TC and once the CCS characters are introduced, he will refer to them as Li-Kun and Sakura-chan, but to avoid confusion he'll call Sakura from TC Sakura-hime.
This is my first fanfic, but not the first story I've ever written so constructive criticism is appreciated.
Plus, very huge thanks to Caritate for awesome beta reading.
"Mokona Modoki can't wait!"
We were finally leaving the land of Otou - well Fairy Park - leaving Oruha and the others behind to clean up Seishirou's mess. We landed in the new world, all of us piling on top of each other. Kurogane, who was at the bottom of the pile, jumped up, knocking us off, and started threatening Mokona.
"Sakura-hime, are you alright?" I asked, helping her up. She smiled as she started brushing off her skirt, "I'm fine, Syaoran-kun." It still hurts to hear her call me that. I'd gotten used to her just using my first name, even if I never got over using keigo when I talked to her.
I glanced away so she wouldn't see any emotions I might show. Fay-san was laughing as Mokona tried to burrow its way down his cloak. Apparently, the manjuu bun had said something to anger Kurogane—again.
"Kuro-puu," Fay-san said, holding out a hand to stop him from going after Mokona, which was already hiding beneath his clothes.
Kurogane stopped and we all looked around when we heard some laughter. We've gotten used to causing a stir whenever we drop out of the sky and land in the middle of a crowd of people, sometimes in a not so good way.
It seems that, in this town, people thought that we were acting and that Mokona was some kind of toy. "Mokona, stay out of sight," I said softly out of the corner of my mouth. Mokona nodded and burrowed deeper into Fay-san's cloak.
Fay-san, with his ever the present smile on his face, suggested we find someplace a little less conspicuous.
"And a change of clothes wouldn't hurt us either," he said. "Kuro-rin stands out in his ninja suit."
Before another fight could start, Sakura stepped in between Kurogane and Fay, and said, "But how are we going to get the money for the clothes?"
Fay just smiled wider and shrugged. "It'll work out."
"We definitely need to find someplace out of the public eye," I said as I gestured for Sakura to go first. We walked until we found a semi-secluded fountain and sat on its rim.
"Do you feel a feather in this country, whitey?" Kurogane asked. Mokona nodded and said, in an almost sorrowful tone, "I do but there's a lot of interference in this area. It feels a lot like Sakura-chan's feathers, but it's not the same."
Just then, Mokona made a strange noise, almost like a hiccup, and out popped a small bag. I picked it up from the ground where it landed, and looked in it.
"Syaoran-kun, what is it?" Sakura asked, but Mokona beat me to the answer.
"It's from Yuko. She sent it because she said there's something else we have to do here, besides find the feather," it said.
"What could she want us to do other than find Sakura-chan's feather?" Fay-san asked.
Mokona held its hands out. "She said we would know."
We looked at each other for a minute before I said, "Well let's get changed first, and then we can split up and try to figure out what it is we're supposed to do."
We all agreed, and after buying the proper clothes to fit in, we headed our separate ways. Mokona, Fay and Kurogane headed in one direction while Sakura and I headed in the other.
We hadn't been walking for very long when our stomach's started growling. We had split up the leftover money in the purse just for this purpose, so we sat down at an outside table at a café we saw.
"I'm sorry," Sakura said, with an embarrassed smile, as her stomach left off a particularly loud growl. "Its okay, Sakura-hime," I said, smiling in return.
A tall man passed by our table and said, "I'll be with you in a minute," before leaving us again. "They don't seem to be too friendly here," Sakura said, in an effort to break the somewhat strained silence between us, while she looked down at her hands in her lap.
"No, they don't," I agreed, looking down at my hands as well. I was about to remark on the magical presence I could sense in the town when a shadow fell over our table. I looked up to see someone familiar. "Your hi-" I started to say before I remembered that this Touya wasn't the one from the Clow Kingdom. "You," he said, glaring at me. "Brat, what are you doing here?"
Sakura looked up and you could see her mouth, 'Onii-chan,' before she looked at me. "Syaoran-kun? What's wrong?" This world's Touya looked at Sakura and his expression changed almost comically. "Kaijuu? Why aren't you at school? Why are you with the brat?"
Calling the princess a monster was a bit much but, before I could say something, Touya squinted his eyes at her and said, "You're not Sakura. You're too old, but you look just like her. Who are you?" Then he turned that narrow-eyed-gaze on me and studied me for a minute. "You look just like the kid, but you're not either. Explain."
I looked at Sakura, who was looking at me with an unsure expression on her face. I gave her a small nod and a smile, which she returned before she looked at Touya again.
"This isn't exactly something we can talk about out here," I said.
"Then let's go," he said, taking off his apron and tossing it on the table. He snagged another waiter, told him he was going on his break, and then motioned for us to follow.
We followed him down the road for a few minutes before we made it to an apartment. About halfway there, Sakura nervously reached out for my hand, and I took it, gave it a squeeze, and held on.
Touya knocked on the door and it was opened by another familiar face.
"Yukito-san!" Sakura and I said at the same time, before we could stop ourselves. Yukito smiled and said, "Sakura-chan, Li-kun, Touya-chan, what are you doing here?"
Touya who didn't return the smile just said, "Let's go inside, Yuki."
Once we were inside Yukito looked at us and, realizing we weren't whoever he expected us to be, said, "How did you know my name?"
"It's a long story," I said.
"Then get started," Touya said.
"I have a question for you first, though," I said. "Why did you mistake us for someone else? Do you know someone who looks like either of us?"
Yukito, seeing the scowl on Touya's face, smiled and answered, "Two someones actually. But could you tell us why you're here?"
I proceeded to tell the story of our search for the princess' feathers, and the different worlds we'd been to. I even threw in what the Dimensional Witch had said about different people in different worlds that looked the same.
"Although this is the first time that we've ever been in a world that we were already in," I said.
"Did you say Clow Kingdom?" Touya asked, with an odd look on his face.
"Yes, it was named after my father, Clow Reed," Sakura said.
When she said that, Touya and Yukito fell off the arms of the couch they were sitting on. "You're related to Clow Reed?" Yukito asked Sakura, as he stood up and dusted off his pants.
"Yes," she said slowly, a confused look on her face.
"And you, who are your people?" Touya asked me.
"I don't know, I was adopted by Fujitaki-san when I was young," I answered.
"Look, we've told you what's going on, now you need to answer our questions."I stood up to show Touya I was serious. A banging on the door interrupted us.
"Yukito-san!" a high, young voice called out. "Is onii-chan there?"
"Go away, kaijuu!" Toya called out. "Onii-chan! It's important!"
Yukito sighed and got up to answer the door, throwing a look back at Touya, who just shrugged.
A young brunette girl burst through the door, followed by a brown-haired kid, who was looking at his shoes. The girl, looked almost exactly like Sakura, down to the green eyes, and the excited smile.
"We were on our way back from school, and we cut through the park, and there were these two guys, who tried to stop us, and they knew my name, and they were babbling about feathers!" The girl blurted this out all at once and then stopped to take a breath.
"Did you lose them?" Touya asked.
"Syaoran-kun did," the girl answered, pointing at the boy who looked up from his shoes.
Both Sakura and I gasped, which got the attention of the two kids. "I'm sorry, Yukito-san, I didn't realize you had company!" the girl said, moving closer to view us. Her mouth dropped open when she saw Sakura on the couch.
"Onii-chan?" she asked, backing away.
The kid that apparently shared my name as well as my face moved closer to the girl and stood protectively in front of her as he said, "I sense the presence of Clow Reed."
Yukito stood up and went towards the two and said, "Sakura-chan, Li-kun, it's not what you think."
The kid, Li-kun, pulled a sword from only god knows where, and pointed it at Sakura before I stepped in front of the princess, with my own sword pulled out.
I had to give the kid credit, he didn't flinch, not until he looked into my eyes.
"Are you me?" he asked.
Sakura stood up from the couch and knelt down to Li-kun's level.
"Yes and no, and if you put your sword away we will explain."
Li-kun stared her down and for a minute it didn't seem like he was going to listen. But then he put his sword away and said, simply, "Talk."
I sheathed my own sword and looked at Sakura. "Sakura-hime, please don't do anything like that again."
She just smiled sadly at me and said, "Okay, Syaoran-kun."
The girl Sakura, who I labeled in my head as Sakura-chan, came and sat next to the princess. "So you're a princess? And your name is Sakura, too?" she asked, as she reached out to touch Sakura-hime's hair.
As the two Sakuras smiled at each other and touched, an odd thing happened. A light flashed in Sakura-chan's bag and out flew a bunch of cards which circled the Sakuras and kept flashing on and off.
One by one each of the cards cast a beam of light on the two. Both Li-kun and I drew our swords and tried to reach our respective Sakuras but when we touched the cards we were thrown backwards across the room.
As all of the cards lit up, the pair disappeared for a second, then reappeared unconscious.