Freedom
By: Syaokura Dragon
A/N: Here's another chapter.
Chapter Two
Sakura Kinomoto was seventeen. She was about 5'9" and had auburn hair that reached her waist that shone like autumn leaves in the sun. Sakura had moderate curves and the brightest emerald eyes anyone had ever seen. They surpassed even her mother's. She had the type of personality that seemed to attract people. Even though she had never been outside the palace walls, everyone in the kingdom loved her. Yes, she was the princess of the Kinomoto Kingdom.
At the midday meal the previous day, her father had announced that his sister-in-law, Sonomi, would be visiting for two days, along with her daughter.
Sakura was ecstatic. Her cousin and best friend, Tomoyo, was coming to visit! She could tell her about what she was going to do.
Earlier that morning, her mother had told her that she had a friend that was married to a farmer. The two of them had no children and would love for her to come live with them for a while. They would unofficially adopt her as their daughter. The best thing was that they lived near the Kinomoto/Li border, so no one would know who she was.
As Sakura walked out side, she was suddenly knocked to the ground.
"Sakura!" Her cousin, Tomoyo Daidouji, had just tackled her. "You have gotten even more kawaii than you were last time I saw you! How have you been?"
Tomoyo was the same age as her cousin, but she was only 5'7". She had flowing raven hair that had a purplish tint to it and reached past her waist. Her eyes were the most alluring shade of amethyst. She had a passion for making clothes and took every chance to make outfits for her favorite cousin.
Sakura laughed as Tomoyo helped her up.
"I've been good. If you consider getting caught going to the stables a million times 'good,'" she said. "I have something to tell you later," she added.
As the welcome party dispersed, the two girls headed for Sakura's room. Tomoyo carried on about the new outfits she had brought for Sakura and how she wanted her to try them on.
About three minutes later they arrived at Sakura's door. They opened the door and entered.
The bedroom they entered was pink. The walls were painted a light pink and there was a mural of a sakura tree in full bloom above Sakura's pink-sheeted bed. There was a pair of white doors that led to a balcony that overlooked a garden that had almost a dozen sakura trees in it. In one corner of the room, there was a desk with a supply of candles, paper, and writing utensils. There was a pink door that led to the bathroom. A white door beside it opened to Sakura's walk-in closet. That was the door they chose.
They walked in and Tomoyo exclaimed, "You still have this! Wow! How old were we when I made this? It was so long ago!"
She was looking at a small white sundress that had a matching hat beside it.
"We were six," Sakura said. "Besides," she added, "Why would I get rid of the first outfit you made me? I got it out just for you."
"You are so sweet," Tomoyo said, as she engulfed Sakura in another bear hug.
"Now come on! You have to model the clothes I brought!"
Tomoyo dragged her cousin into the main room where the servants had already brought up all her luggage. (She would be staying in Sakura's room.)
For the next three and a half hours, the two teens forgot about everything else as Sakura modeled and Tomoyo sketched her favorite poses. (A/N: They don't have any modern technology, so she sketches instead of filming.)
After lunch, Sakura led the way to the garden her balcony overlooks. She loved it there because, when they were young, the two girls would only tell their secrets and good news here. They had continued through the years with that tradition. Today, both of them had wonderful news.
They made their way over to their favorite tree beside the small pond to one side. As they sat, Tomoyo suddenly blurted, "I'm getting married!"
Sakura looked at her, dumbfounded.
"I could have sworn you just said you getting married," she said finally, blinking. "Please tell me that's not what I heard."
Tomoyo pouted. "But it is. I know we promised to wait for each other, but he proposed last week and I couldn't tell him no because I promised to get married on the same day as my cousin who has never been formally courted! Of course I said yes!" Softly, she added, "Are you mad at me?"
Sakura pretended to be shocked. "How could you say such a thing?! Of course I'm not mad," she said. Slyly, she added, "As long as I'm Maid of Honor."
Relieved, Tomoyo laughed. "Who else would I have do it? Do you really think I would trust anyone else?"
"I was just checking," Sakura said. "So? Who's the lucky guy and have you set a date yet?"
"His name is Eriol Hiirigizawa. He is the sweetest, most romantic guy ever. And no, we haven't picked a specific day, but we're thinking sometime next spring," Tomoyo said.
The two teens looked at each other, and then simultaneously jumped up and started squealing.
A cough at the door silenced them. Toya Kinomoto was standing there with an amused look. He filled the garden entrance with his frame of 6'3".
"Can I ever walk by here without having my eardrums busted, kaijuu?" he asked his sister.
Sakura looked at him indignantly, stalked up to him, and stomped, hard, on his foot.
"Sakura no kaijuu! Besides, if you don't want to hear us, stay away when Moyo is here," she told her big brother.
The tall, dark-haired man in his twenties replied, "Then how would I know your secrets?"
Sakura and Tomoyo shared an evil glance before chasing Toya around the castle four times.
After her brother had fled to his room, the two skipped back to the garden.
"So," Tomoyo asked, breathing hard and laughing. "What's your news?"
Sakura beamed at her.
"Mother and Father are allowing me to live with a friend for a while. One of their friends, I mean. On a farm."
"What!? Why?" It was Tomoyo's turn to look shocked.
"Well," Sakura replied, "the other day, Mother stated that I may marry whomever I wish." She then proceeded to tell the other girl about the conversation the previous day.
"And now, I will be Sakura Watsuki, daughter of Masahi and Yuki Watsuki. I will get to live and work as a farmer. The best thing is that they have horses!"
Sakura looked at her curious cousin with stars in her eyes. "Think if how much I can ride now…."
Suddenly, it was her raven-haired cousin who had stars in her eyes. Sakura backed away warily. "Tomoyo," she said nervously. "Calm down. Please calm down."
Tomoyo started squealing, saying how she was going to make Sakura the best work clothes ever.
"Oh, Sakura! You're going to be so kawaii that all the boys will be drooling over you. I'm going to make you clothes that are workable and super kawaii," she announced, engulfing Sakura in yet another bear hug.
"Tomoyo……can't……losing breath……" Sakura gasped.
"Oops. Hehe, sorry Saku," Tomoyo said while patting her cousin's back. "I just got a little carried excited."
"A little," Sakura asked disbelievingly.
Tomoyo stuck her tongue out childishly. Then she picked up and threw it at Sakura.
The two enjoyed a pillow fight, dinner, and then another pillow fight before going to sleep that night.
A/N: So? How was it? Was it better, worse? Please review and tell me what needs worked on!
