Twisted Identities
By lianneharmony
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Disclaimer
I do not own any characters presently linked with CCS at the moment. Everything else you see here is a figment of my imagination
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Summary
Sakura Kinomoto was the Mistress of the Clow Cards, wielding enormous power over the magical worlds, surpassing some of the descendants of families with ancient ties to the realm of the supernatural. So when she disappears, along with her father, after a freak incident, it is no surprise that the whole incident had to be magic-related. Years later, after futile attempts of trying to find them, Syaoran and Meiling Li team up with the old cardcaptors' team, in order to uncover the mystery behind their disappearance, made more difficult when a new and strange aura of magic is sensed in the middle of Tokyo.
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Translations of Mandarin and Japanese words are below, under Author's Notes.
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Flashback from Chapter 2:
She dialed Tomoyo's home number by mistake, and even then, she dialed the wrong numbers, and before she could hang up, a girl's voice was heard, uncannily like Sakura's.
"Moshi-moshi, Kominota Sumire here!"
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Chapter 3: The Reunion
(And Revelations)
Meiling's thoughts kept rushing out of control. Could this be Sakura-chan?
"Moshi-moshi? Moshi-moshi?" the voice echoed. Meiling was in a state of shock. Sumire Kominata must be Sakura Kinomoto – but, why didn't she recognize Meiling's voice?
She's putting on a disguise! Was Meiling's first thought.
"If you don't answer now, I'm hanging up the phone."
Still, Meiling couldn't answer. Just as she was about to, however, she heard that Sumire girl say, "Baka."
And she hung up the phone.
"What a rude –" But Meiling refrained from finishing the sentence. This was, after all, her beloved cousin's sweetheart, so she'd have to cut down on the swearing.
On second thought –
Damn that two-faced bitch.
That was better. After this, she'd cut Sumire – no, Sakura – some slack.
And she'd tell Syaoran about her call in the morning. He was probably asleep now.
And Tomoyo too.
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Syaoran woke up early that day. So, without saying anything to Meiling, he decided to go off for a walk.
Tokyo was so different from Tomoeda, yet – at that moment, he could think only of her.
But that wouldn't do.
No, it wouldn't do, not at all.
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Andou Motsunoko was busy. Being a member of the Board of Directors of a company, with ties to the police, he was surprised when he heard, from his beloved wife Hanako that another incident similar to one ten years ago had occurred. However, this seemed to be more devastating, crueler –
He knew the person who had been in charge of the accident then. With his help, the man who had been involved in the accident was funded for hospital payments. This was primarily because of his efforts of trying to improve the company's publice relations' image. But there was something about that guy anyway –
When he woke up – unexpectedly – he was discovered to have developed amnesia, and so he was to be registered as Shiro Nakamura until his true identity was discovered. He put Hanako – who was a social worker – to promise that she'd volunteer to take his case. And Hanako – being the adoring, lovely wife – agreed without hesitation.
There was something about that guy. Andou could feel it.
The phone rang. "Motsunoko-san?" a female voice came from the other side.
Andou's face relaxed into a soft smile. "Kaho-chan, how are you?"
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Early that morning, Tomoyo, Touya and Yukito arrived in Tokyo.
"I feel jet-lagged," Touya said. "Let's crash at the nearest hotel."
"Wherever that is, I hope it has an all-you-can-eat buffet," Yukito replied, stomach growling.
"Don't tell me you're hungry again!" Kero whispered furiously from his hiding-place in Tomoyo's backpack.
"Now, now, Kero-chan. At any rate, we still have to look for Sakura. Sense anything?"
Kero stiffened from inside Tomoyo's backpack. "I feel – something strange – too much magical auras – I can't filter out anything –"
"Well at least we know something's going to happen here," Touya remarked.
"And it can start by us looking for Li-kun and Meiling-chan –"
"That gaki? Why do we have to look for him?"
"Now, now, Touya-san," Yukito began.
"Because one of the reasons why we're here so soon is because I heard they were here. I received a call from Meiling-chan late last night, after I finished packing. She confirmed Kero-chan's belief that Sakura-chan is actually still alive."
"Nani?" Kero's hoarse whisper was heard. "But, that baka-kuzo –"
"I suppose you and Touya-san just have to get over it," Tomoyo remarked.
"And that cousin of his – arghhhh!" Kero wailed.
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There isn't anything I'd not do, if only it meant I'd see you again.
Unfortunately, looking for you is like looking for diamonds in the raw earth – your beauty far outshines them, but you're oh-so-hard to find, even with all that.
I wonder – do you still remember me?
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Meiling knocked and knocked at the door to Syaoran's room, but only in vain.
He wasn't in.
Damn that oh-so-kawaii cousin of hers. Just when she had something important to say.
Oh, well, at least she could research more on that Sumire Kominata.
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After hours of slaving away, researching for that girl, Meiling finally found something about Sumire Kominata –
She went to school at a certain academy in Tokyo, the Seiei Academy, famed for its reputation of excellent students and being an elite school.
So Kominata-san is an elite student, is she?
She scrolled down along the website of the Seiei Academy, and decided to view last year's yearbook. Sumire Kominata was in the tenth grade last year, in the top class, 10A. She saw pictures of the students.
And looked shocked.
Whilst she couldn't say that Sumire Kominata looked exactly like Sakura Kinomoto, there were some uncanny resemblances. Both had copper-brown hair (although Sumire's was shades darker), and where Sumire's eyes were sapphire blue, Sakura's was an emerald green. Sumire was not that tall either, rather petite, at five feet one, whereas Meiling expected Sakura to be at least a few inches taller. However, Sumire also seemed to be head cheerleader and a sportswoman, very much like how Meiling expected Sakura would be. Pictures of Sumire with the other girls and boys in the school graced the website, mostly with her being a little – well a lot, when with the guys – shorter.
She hadn't grown much, Meiling mused. She tried imagining Sumire and Syaoran together – but somehow, it didn't fit, not just because Syaoran was tall (he was about 5' 10") and Sumire was really, really petite, but really, they didn't go well together in her perception, although Meiling wasn't exactly sure why.
She continued browsing through the website. In Hong Kong, both she and Syaoran were home-tutored, and the last school she remembered attending was in primary school at Tomoeda, which was about five years ago, when she was in the fifth grade.
After all, she was getting a little intrigued by the Seiei Academy, not just because of its eliteness, but also because Syaoran's heartache could finally recede.
She browsed through the rest of its webpages. The rest was mainly about how Sumire was a great student – vice-president of the student council, head cheerleader and sportswoman, one of the top students, accomplished cellist, quiz captain –
There was also a bit on other students in her class, such as that interesting looking girl. Though bespectacled, Meiling thought her very familiar, too familiar for comfort.
"Raika Motsunoko," she read out. "Top student, sportswoman, debater and emcee for school functions, member of student council – hmm." Almost like Sumire, but with different interests. Hair colour the same, although lighter, a little taller and fuller in figure, although she was also fit and at an ideal weight, and with longer hair, which was tied back into a ponytail. Eye colour uncertain, because of her spectacles.
No, she was sure she never met a girl like that.
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Tomoyo was having trouble getting a taxi to get to the hotel were Syaoran and Meiling were staying. It didn't help that the other guys (well, Touya and Yukito at least) were busy complaining about lack of sleep (Touya) and lack of food (Yukito).
"Aww, Tomoyo-chan, don't give up easily."
"This is one of the times I actually wish my mother sent me some bodyguards to help me get around. I had no idea Tokyo was such a huge city. Compared to Hong Kong, it's so crowded."
"Well, why don't you just walk?"
"With all that luggage and Touya-san and Yukito-san complaining?"
"Oh, Kami-sama! I'm so tired! Tomoyo-chan, when can we get to the hotel?" Touya said, as if to confirm this.
"Just a minute," Tomoyo said, forcing a smile.
"Well, you could always use the subway –"
"But I've never gone on a subway before. And I don't know how to use it!"
"Ask Touya-san and Yukito-san, they should know."
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"Aw man, couldn't we get a taxi?" Kero whined.
"Hey, you're the one who suggested this in the first place," Touya whispered, lugging a bit of luggage. Luckily, people in Tokyo didn't really care about what happened to strangers, so t didn't seem so strange that Touya kept on mumbling, seemingly to himself.
"Kami-sama, I'm so hungry!" Yukito said again for the billionth time, and Touya threw him an apple, which he surprisingly managed to catch, with baggage and all.
"Arigato, Touya-san," he thanked the taller guy, gobbling the apple in less than a minute.
Touya just grunted in reply.
"Don't worry, we'll find her –" Yukito began.
"Yeah, well, I hope so," Touya spat out, clearly unhappy due to not only his lack of sleep but his worrying about his younger sister.
"Hey, I thought I felt a magical aura nearby," they heard Kero whine. "Wait I want to know whose aura that was! Give me a little time to identify it –"
But they were already leaving the subway station.
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Syaoran walked around, with an uncertain pace, until he saw some people he'd thought he wouldn't see: Tomoyo, Touya, and Yukito. And he felt anther magical aura. That had to belong to Kero.
They were leaving the station, and it suddenly occurred to him that they too, might be in Tokyo, looking for Sakura.
He had to stop them and talk to them or ask them questions or something. They were about sixty feet away, and Syaoran broke into a run.
Unfortunately for him, there were too many people, and by the time he got close enough, they had already boarded and left the subway station.
Shoot! He got out his cellphone and dialed Meiling's number.
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"Xiao-Lang! Ni wei zen me bu shuo –?"
"Whatever it is, I'll tell you later, Mei-Ling, but just now – wo kan Touya, Yukito he Tomoyo. They're in Tokyo, and –"
"Wo zhi dao. I wanted to tell you last night. I called Tomoyo and –"
"Ni shuo zen me?"
"Ai ya, Xiao-Lang! Chill, will you!"
"Not until you tell me what's going on."
"Well, apparently, the four of them – meaning Tomoyo, Touya, Yukito and Kero – have reason to believe Sakura's in Tokyo. They were already coming here when I called them, and I confirmed their suspicions by saying you also felt her aura in Tokyo."
"Ni wei zen me shuo –?"
"They can help us, okay? Oh, and I was going to tell you this morning. Last night, I was going to redial Tomoyo's unmber, and while I tried to call her house – I know, I should have called her cellphone, but I don't know why I called her house phone, but anyway – I got the wrong numbers, and I heard someone who sounded uncannily like Sakura pick up the phone –"
"Ni shuo zen me?"
"And guess what? Her name is almost like Sakura's, but instead of Kinomoto Sakura, it's Kominata Sumire!"
"I don't believe it."
"You better believe it, and guess what? She's like how Sakura would be. You know, head cheerleader, sportswoman. There are a few differences, of course. She lives here in Tokyo, but I can't explain it all now. You'd better come back to the hotel. Where are you now?"
"At the subway station, where I saw the others."
"Oh! That means they're going to be here soon. Syaoran, get here ASAP! Ni ming bai ma?"
"Ming bai," Syaoran sighed, before hanging up, and trying to rush his way back to the hotel.
Now, if only he could remember the directions –
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"Hanako-chan, so this is the guy you believe to have similar case as mine, eh?" Shiro Nakamura asked his social worker, as they stood outside a hospital room in the emergency rooms' section, where a man with bandages was in a comatose state.
"Hai, Shiro-san. We don't know his name. We've heard he had an accident out of Tokyo, but was transferred here for some reason, probably due to serious injuries. It's really very peculiar, and I wonder why no one has any records of his accident or identity. I mean, it must have been a pretty huge accident to cause such a massive injury. It's almost like yours."
"How come no one can identify his identity?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. Apparently, there was a fire and that destroyed all records in the hospital. Not like yours, though, where you were found abandoned in an alley with severe injuries. Also, the doctors of the floor contracted a case of short-term amnesia due to their injuries –"
"At a hospital?" Shiro Nakamura was incredulous now.
Hanako Motsunoko shrugged. "I told you, it's unbelieveable."
"– and so they forgot about the patient."
"Hai."
"Isn't it a little suspicious that the hospital forgot only about one patient?"
"Not really. You see, Shiro-san, only a few doctors knew about this case. It was labeled top-secret for some reason."
"Unbelieveable."
"Tell me about it," and Hanako sighed.
Tell me about it, Fujitaka-san!
Shiro Nakamura suddenly sat up straight. "Did you hear that?"
Hanako stared at him. "What?"
"I heard someone's voice saying exactly what you said, but to someone named Fujitaka –"
"Could it be – that your – memories –" Hanako was unable to finish her sentence.
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"Rinko-chan, where's mother?" Raika Motsunoko asked her younger sister as soon as she came out of the study room.
"Out, with Nakamura-san. – Hey, what's wrong?" Rinko came close to her sister. "You look pale."
"I'm – I'm alright. I just feel drained."
"All that self-destructiveness draining you out? I wonder how come none of your friends notice that you pour hot, scalding water over your body, or maybe that's because you hide the marks at school, and don't bother at home, or that you squeeze your zits. And it's not because you've got a problem – no, Raika-chan is the perfect daughter. Dutiful, obedient in everything, except when it comes to herself, even when her parents scream at her, slap her to stop ruining herself, she doesn't. She likes hurting herself badly for some reason. From that twisted ankle to your face –"
"Whatever, Rinko-chan." And Raika stormed off.
"You know I'm prettier than you are!"
"Ja ne!" And Rinko heard her sister slam the door.
"I guess it's that time of the month again," Rinko said.
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"Ohayu!" Meiling screamed and hugged Tomoyo tightly, as soon as she opened the door and saw the three of them there.
"Ohayu, Meiling-chan. So, where's Syaoran-kun?"
"Out. He saw you at the subway, but before he could speak to you, you guys left."
"Oh, so that's the reason why I felt that aura of magic. That baka no kuzo," Kero's muffled voice was heard from Tomoyo's backpack.
"Oh, so we meet again," Meiling said, carelessly.
"Hai, and you'd better have something ready for me. I'm starving."
"Nope, you can starve to death for all I care."
"Waaaaa! – You're so mean. You really haven't changed!"
"Well, I'm not a stuffed toy –!"
"Why you – let me at her!" And Kero was almost ready to attack.
"Eh, Kero-chan! You must remember you're a guest!" Tomoyo gave a little cry.
"Uh – aw, man!"
"Eh, what happened to the others?" Meiling wondered, after Kero was pacified by Tomoyo.
"Oh, dear!" Tomoyo cried.
Touya had fainted in the hallway, whilst Yukito was holding his stomach and quietly groaning.
"Oh, kami-sama, just come in. I have some food ready, and there's a nice bed."
"Food?" And Yukito lugged the whole lot of suitcases into the room.
"I guess you'd have to help me with him, Tomoyo," Meiling told her.
The two girls lugged Touya's body and dumped him on the bed, where he slept soundly, as Yukito waited patiently for food. Not like Kero, who was screaming, "I want food! I want food! I – want – fo-od!"
"He has nice abs," Meiling commented, earning glares from Kero.
"Hello! I'm starving here, and all you can think about are Touya-san's – body?" Kero disgusted remarked. "Did you turn into some kind of perverted –? Aaaaah, no! Wrong thoughts! Wrong thoughts!"
Tomoyo gave a little giggle, whilst Yukito simply smiled faintly.
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Whilst Touya slept and Yukito and Kero ate (non-stop, she added. "I guess you still eat a lot," she said smilingly to Yukito, whilst to Kero it was a stern, "I put poison in that food."), Meiling and Tomoyo chit-chatted about life in general.
"So, how's life been?"
"Awful, Meiling-chan. I feel so lonely now, without Sakura-chan."
"But you're so popular in Tomoeda! What happened?"
"Well, Tomoeda was – well – I can't deny the occasional boyfriend and groups, but it wasn't fun anymore." She looked down. "Sakura was my very best friend, and it was really uncomfortable to enjoy myself without her around. I felt almost guilty, when I hung out with everyone and Sakura wasn't there –"
"Do you still take videos?"
Tomoyo looked up with watery eyes. "No, I gave up on that."
"But you love recording videos!"
"And I loved Sakura as well. She was like a sister to me."
Meiling got up and hugged Tomoyo. It was her turn to comfort the crying girl.
"Don't worry, Tomoyo-chan. We'll find her."
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Raika Motsunoko woke up with a shock. This dream she had at night was extremely different from the dreams she usually had – where she was free to be who she really was –
But tonight – it was different. She saw a book, which she opened – and suddenly – suddenly –
A flash of light came out.
"We've been waiting for you –" A calm voice said, so familiar that Raika said, "Mother?"
But it couldn't be. As the light that surrounded the figure dimmed, Raika saw her features. She was taller than her and slender, with wavy dark hair and grey eyes. No, this wasn't Hanako Motsunoko. This was a stranger altogether.
Yet, there was something so very familiar about her. She suddenly saw a vision of a young girl with copper-brown hair sitting on the lady's lap.
What did that have to do with Raika anyway?
But suddenly the atmosphere changed, becoming more menacing. The air became heavy, and seemed to choke her instead –
"Raika – Raika – that girl – whom you call her Rinko Motsunoko –" the voice came.
"Who is she anyway?"
The voice echoed around her, torturing her with those words.
"She is my sister – just as I am – Raika Motsunoko," she said, through clenched teeth.
"Or is she?" The voice replied, echoing back. "Or are you?"
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Author's Note:
Awww… (disappointed) I was hoping for some reviews for the story, but I suppose it really isn't that good. But I'll never know until I get some feedback.
Kami-sama (Japanese)God
Arigato (Japanese)Thank you
Ni wei zen me bu shuo? (Mandarin)Why didn't you say?
Wo kan Touya, Yukito he Tomoyo (Mandarin)I saw Touya, Yukito and Tomoyo
Ni shuo zen me? (Mandarin)Say what?
Ai ya (Mandarin)Oh dear
Ni wei zen me shuo? (Mandarin)Why did you say?
Ni ming bai ma? (Mandarin)Do you understand?
Ming bai (Mandarin)Understand/Understood.