Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Card Captor or any of the characters that you recognize. The others are purely of my own making. Inspired by a romance story I read when I was younger.

Genre: Romance

Rating: T at the moment

Songs of the day:

SS501- Be My Girl (Please Be Good)
Ryuichi- The Lang Song

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Prologue-

The streets of Japan were startlingly empty and the mixture of lingering moonlight and sunrise cast shadows across his face.
Ignoring the temptation to speed, he slowly navigated the curved roads. The salty smell of the Pacific drifted into the car and he crinkled his nose in disgust.

"I need time. What the hell!" he whispered, thoughts disjointed and coaxing along the headache that he was developing.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white from the pressure, ignoring the pitter-patter of sand against the windshield.
His thoughts drifted to the stories he had read as a little boy. Sand always carried a mix of memories and history. Quite hilarious if one considered his situation.

He heard catcalls from an imported jeep in the adjacent lane. Four giggling girls clad in clothing much too small to be decent waved at him. Music blasted from their car.
It seemed techno was the new flavor of the season.

He smirked slightly. Last summer, it was all about J-Pop.

"Hey hottie!" one bleached blonde asian called out.

"Hey Erika! Isn't he almost as handsome as Yonsama?!" her friend cooed.

"No way! He looks like Yamapi," another one laughed.

All the girls began to giggle, high-pitched girlish squeals of delight. One girl even had the audacity to reach toward him as their jeep drove as close as possible to his car.

"Tch. Tourists," he thought with distain, "Accent sounds like they're from Harajuku."

Girls from that region were usually a bit bolder and were more outgoing than their counterparts in other areas of Japan.

Normally, he would have forced a smile for them and wave back. Youth was a beautiful thing and the girls were just trying to have a good time. However, he didn't have time for that today.

He drove just a bit faster, just enough to avoid the girls, without putting himself into mortal peril.

It wouldn't do to have sudden distractions.

Not that the girls were enough to distract him; too much makeup, too blonde, too skinny, too developed, too much of everything. They'd be interesting to study but they weren't his type.

It seemed that the higher forces of nature weren't letting him be in peace today. He gave a silent sigh and shook his head of all thoughts.
He had too much on his mind to delve into the psychology of tourists at that moment.

He glanced at the clock. 6:30 am. He had a good half-hour to prepare his actions and calm his mind.

Words filtered through his mind; the new stocks to be bought, case studies still waiting to be read on his desk, phone calls, the funny similarity between the words tear and tear.

He chuckled darkly and reached a hand up to wipe away a tear drop which escaped down his face.

It was funny. It was really funny.

One phone call at 1:00 in the afternoon and his life changed.

He swerved into the parking space and sat for several moments in the car. Deep breaths. Glancing once more at the time, he rushed out the door and walked swiftly toward the airport.
Taking a chocolate out of his side pocket, he waited. She was coming back from America. He walked slowly toward the terminal, his heart beating just a bit faster and his palms sweating from nervousness.

Will she be as lively and happy as when he last saw her? Her remembered her laughter and smiled to himself.

Suddenly, it felt like all of the air in his lungs whooshed out at once.

There she was, looking as pure and innocent as the first day he saw her. Walking forward, he smiled as gently as he could.

Holding his arms out for her, he stopped short seeing the vacant look in her eyes.

"Pleased to meet you again father," she said tilting her head to the side slightly and clasping her hands in front of her.

He gasped. She changed. His baby girl had changed. He couldn't recognize her anymore.

What had they done to her?

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My apologies for the length of the prologue.
I just wanted to give you guys a taste of the story to see what everyone thinks. Honestly, I'm a bit nervous about posting this.
I've posted one-shots before under different names (to an okay response) but this is the first story I'm posting on my main account.
I always have ideas in my head but I never had time to actually put anything down in writing lol.

Well, it's the summer and I don't have school until much later so… this is a good time to start experimenting right?
And I figured, since CCS is the first category I started reading fanfics in, I might as well begin with this.

Please review and tell me what you think ^_^