Yours Truly

Disclaimer: I don't own CCS or its characters, only the story.

A single rose lay on top of her desk. The small white card beside the blood flower read: To my innocent angel, never let anyone bring you down. Yours Truly

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A single rose lay on top of her desk. The small white card beside the blood flower read: To my innocent angel, never let anyone bring you down. Yours Truly


Chapter Three: And So It Begins

"Wai!" Tomoyo squealed, "Sakura-chan has secret admirer."

"H-hoe?" The emerald eyed girl stammered as she hid her face behind a stuffed plushie, "It's probably just a feel-better gift after what happened yesterday."

"A red rose means love Sakura!" protested Tomoyo as she whacked her on the head lightly with a throw pillow.

"Well maybe that person doesn't know that even roses have a code. Just cause you have high IQ doesn't mean you have any EQ"

"You could be right, but I highly doubt that."

"Moving along!" Sakura said, desperately trying to change the subject. "So… about that thing… we're going to host it here right?"

The two best friends were currently at Daidouji estate, sprawled out on Tomoyo's queen sized bed. At the end of every week, Sakura would spend the night at Tomoyo's house or err… mansion for the weekend. Now that they both go to the same work place, Sakura would always be early for at least one morning in a week.

"Yup!" Tomoyo replied excitedly. "Blue and silver will be the main colors; do you want to do the decorations or the invitations?"

"You're bettering at designing cards Moyo-chan, so I think you should do that. I'll hang up the balloons and streamers."

"Hai, he'll be so surprised." A touch of pink could be detected on Tomoyo's milky pale face as she scribbled down notes in a fuzzy notebook.

"Let's try going for the simple but elegant look, he's into astronomy so maybe we could stick glitter stars on the wall."

"Kawaii! Shimmering stars behind streamers and balloons, arigato Sakura!" Tomoyo smiled. "I'll cover for the costs so no worries."

It's a fact to everyone that Sakura is naïve, but she's also stubborn. Determined to take on the world, she refuses to borrow money from anyone to pay off her bills. Directing all her pay-checks to rent, food etc, Tomoyo offered, more like forced, to be in charge of Sakura's wardrobe. From casual everyday clothes to glamorous dresses, you name it; everything was from the one and only Daidouji Blossoms, Tomoyo's very own clothing line. Almost every single product ever created is of course, inspired by Sakura.

Placing the pad on her desk, Tomoyo walked back to the bed. "Can you model some of my new designs for me tomorrow? I want to see what they'll look like before I put them out in the store."

"Sure, what else do I do on a perfect Saturday?" Sakura said dryly. "No waking me up before 10 though."

One might think after a whole week of rushing around, the weekend speed might slow down a little, that's where you're wrong. Instead of a nice, relaxing break most are enjoying, Sakura could be found either coming in and out of the dressing room at Daidouji Blossoms or being dragged around town. You see, Sakura didn't adored weekends because she didn't have to go to work, 'sleeping in' was the key point.

Slipping beneath the sheets, Tomoyo reached for the light switch.

"Nights Sakura."

"G'night Moyo."

And darkness consumed the room.

x Next Day x

Smoothing out the white tennis skirt, Sakura poked her head out of the changing room before pulling the curtain aside. One second she was standing there, the next she was being pulled in front of a mirror.

-click- -click- -click-

Flashes exploded in Sakura's eyes. "Whoa, slow down there Moyo, I'm being blinded here." Dark spots covered her vision as she tried to blink them away.

"Sorry Sakura." Tomoyo gave a sly smile.

Sakura stood in front of the mirror with a white, short sleeve hoodie and a pink tube top. Her hair draped over her back as she brushed some of it behind her eye. The skirt hugged her hips and flowed down to her knees. On her left ankle was a silver chain with tiny cherry blossom charms. Pale green flip flops that adorned her feet completed the look.

After a few more shots, Sakura went to change into the last design for the day, a plain, yet extravagant emerald dress. The only accessory she wore with it was a thin heart-shaped necklace.

The silk complemented her every curve, clinging in the right places. The edges cane down to her calves, allowing white strap-ons to peek out.

Glancing at her reflection, Sakura admired the dresses simplicity. Faint cherry blossom imprints fluttered on the lower left hymn. A thick white strap held the dress up on the right shoulder, leaving the left bare.

"It's beautiful."


Every since her first encounter with Sakura Kinomoto, Kyoko felt threatened. Yes, Kyoko Sasaki multimillionaire, a successful model with a rich and famous boyfriend felt threatened. Who ever thought the day would come? Maybe it was the innocence about Kinomoto that frightened her. To her knowledge, men went for two main things, innocence or vixen. But nowadays innocence is a sin.

There was a time when all of Syaoran's attention was devoted to her, that was before the company struck gold and profits soared even higher. Now work consumed all his free time. Besides going to business parties or dinners, he would pull all-nighters or go straight from Li Corps to home, then back again.

The store from across the street, 'Daidouji Blossoms', caught her eye. 'Daidouji… where have I heard that name before…? Might as well check it out.'

From all the citizens buzzing in and out of the store, she figured that it was worth her time. The building was one floored, but the interior stretched for at least 150 meters length-wise. Windows in the front were plastered with posters, 'New Release Today!'

Strolling through the glass doors, the pink hue of the dim lights lit the store. Brackets and brackets of clothes were spread out all the way to the back. Nothing seemed to interest her until she spotted an emerald dress hanging on a rack at the very back near the changing rooms. There were t-shirts, jeans, and skirts beside it, but the green stood out before all of them. Flipping the tag over, it indicated it was a size 5.

"Perfect, innocent yet seductive, just what I need to get Syaoran's attention again. I wonder how much this cost."

Flagging down a sales lady that had been hanging up dresses, she directed her to the lone rack beside the change rooms.

"I was wondering how much this emerald dress cost."

"I'm sorry miss, but this dress isn't for sale. Maybe some other dresses would interest you," the sales lady said, waving a hand towards the location where she was just at.

"If it isn't for sale, then why is it on the racks?"

"This rack here is Daidouji-san's private collection; the newly released designs are near the front of the store."

"I demand you to sell this dress to me. I'll pay twice the original value."

"I must apologize, but if the dress on this rack, it mean's it's already been requested." The sales lady reasoned, pointing to a sign attached to the metal bar where empty coat racks clustered together.

"Do you know who I am?!"


Sakura and Tomoyo were in the back room taking out the final products and getting ready to move them into the store when a raised voice caught there attention. "… Li Syaoran's girlfriend… make your life miserable…" They looked at each other before poking their heads out the door, scanning the store to find where the screeching had came from.

"Oh no, it's Kyoko."

"Who?" Sakura asked, looking confused.

Tomoyo sighed and rubbed her temples. "That lady that was at the office yesterday."

"Ohh, no wonder she looks familiar," Sakura sweat dropped.

"I better go break this up." Marching out of the backroom, Tomoyo made her way towards the shrill Kyoko. "Is there a problem here?"

"Are you the owner? I command you to sell me this dress before I tell my boyfriend you refuse to fulfill my request."

"I'm pretty sure this lady here has already explained to you that the items on this rack aren't for sale. Now, if you're going to cause a disturbance, I recommend you leave this store before I'm forced to call security." Tomoyo gritted out as politely as possible. 'How dare she try to use Syaoran's name to gain power.'

"You!" Kyoko shrieked, pointing to Sakura who had stepped up beside Tomoyo. "It was you that requested that dress wasn't it? First you try to steal Syao-kun from me, now you steal my dress. This isn't over!" With a huff, she stomped out of Daidouji Blossoms.

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A/N: Another chappie up! The next one would be less boring, this one is just a filler. Thank you to tears-of-redemption of the idea of Sakura actually getting slapped.

PS. I get a lot of story&fav alerts but only half those people review. It takes the same amount of time to add a story or review. So please R&R.

Meanings of Roses Depending on the Color

(well the most common meanings… different website gave diff. meanings)

Red – love & passion

Coral – desire

Light Pink – joy & admiration

Dark Pink – thankfulness

Pink – happiness or sympathy

White – affection

Peach – success

Orange – enthusiasm & eagerness

Yellow – friendship

Green – ferity & fruitfulness

Blue – mysterious

Lavender – love at first sight & enchantment

Black – death & change

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