With Out You Beside Me
a Card Capture Sakura fanfic by the webbie:
Celestial Star
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Author's Notes:
Wow.. I actually started on this the same day I uploaded the first chapter. .:jumps for joy:. I hope this shows my commitment. Oh, before I forget, I need some help, and I need someone's feedback, so if you would like to help, please e~mail me at:
BtflOcnStar2004@ol.com
It has something to do with the future plot, 'cause I have like 2 of them. Please, if anyone would like to help me, please, PLEASE, E~Mail me. It would be greatly appreciated. The plot of the S+S romance is in the balance here, and I'm still trying to get some more direction on this fic. Anyways, on with the beginning!
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I do not own Card Capture Sakura.
I do not own a lot of things.
I do own my little huge monkey that I got for V~Day. (and he's so KAWII!!!!)
I would like to get some reviews. Please??
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Chapter 2
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'Just an hour until my first class. I don't want to go. I mean, it's just band, but it is sooooo BORING!!!' Sakura thought as she sat in the media center reading the book that she had started to read yesterday, 'Always and Forever.' So far, it had not been of the lame cliche book that she had thought it was going to be. Thinking back on yesterday on where this book had gotten her, she thought about checking it out for a while. Oh wait.. she didn't have her student I.D.
She kept on reading, wishing she had someone to talk too. Tomoyo had to take a class in physics, thus keeping her from enjoying the two hour block like Sakura had, and Syaoran had gone to get his java for the day. 'I don't see how he could stand to drink that stuff every single school day. Oh well. Back to reading.'
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Syaoran didn't want to get into Sakura's mind today for some odd reason. He pulled out his wallet and proceeded to pay the teacher (that chose to spend her one planning period to run the school store) for his nice, warm, steaming hot cup of java.
Adding a pack of sugar and a little bit of cream, he left to go to his locker. 'Man, 50 minutes until the first bell for third period to ring.'
Laughing, he started to sip on his java. He turned a corner and ran into the soccer coach. Syaoran looked shocked, then mumbled an apology.
"No, it's my fault. I should have stayed on the right side of the hall," the coach said. "I'm Coach K. What's your name?" The coach reached out a hand. (AN: I just had to add that to be his name. I had a coach that's name was coach K, but the K stood for something, but I'm not about to reveal that info 'cause someone might know me from school.)
"Syaoran, and it's nice to meet you." Syaoran extended his hand too, and they shook briefly.
"You're new to this school, aren't you? I haven't seen you around in the hallways.." Coach K said, trailing off.
"I moved here at the start of 1st semester." (AN, AGAIN: This is another thing at my school. You proberly know it, right? If not and you go by the 9 weeks thing, then put two 9 week periods and that's a semester, or at least it is at my school..)
"Play any sports?"
"Not since 5th grade, why?"
"No reason. I got to go.. I have to come up with how I'm gonna supposedly torture my students today." Coach K stifled a laugh.
"Ok then. I guess that I'll see you around, then." Syaoran let the coach pass him then started towards his locker. He checked his watch. "Wow. Only 45 minutes left until the bell. I'm the luckiest guy in the world," he said sarcastically
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Tomoyo started to nod off. 'Who needs Physics, anyway? I surely don't!' She thought as she laid her head down and finally drifted off into a semi-peacefull sleep, dreaming a dream that was weird (AN: and if it was agent K from the MIB, it would rank a 9.8 on his weird shit o-meater, but that has nothing to do with this fanfic...)
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Ok.. this next part is Tomoyo's POV so that it won't seem awkward for me to type it.. It was bad enough for Sakura's dream....
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Where am I? I feel myself falling into a dark hole, and that's all I can see, nothing but darkness. Everything starts to spin, and I can see different colors start to form. I see red, now blue, now green, now pink. Oh this is so weird. I wonder where my school went.
Everything stops spinning, then the colors form into a single, blurry form. It looks like a guy, but I can't really make out his features.
"Tomoyo?" I hear my name being called from far away, but I don't want to answer it. I really want to know who this guy is.
"Tomoyo!" The voice sounds more urgent like something is wrong, but still, I ignore it. 'Go away,' I thought, looking at the guy. He doesn't move.
"Tomoyo! If you don't wake up then you're gonna miss your next class!" I am slammed back into the present, and I'm so mad.
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"What?" Tomoyo asked groggily as she opened her eyes. Seeing that it was Sakura, she sat up.
"I need to talk to you," Sakura said, looking upset.
"What about?"
"A dream."
"Talking about dreams.." The warning bell rang, and Sakura jumped.
"Oh my gosh! I can't be late!" Sakura said as she headed for the door, nearly running. "I'll have to tell you later."
'What was that all about? Oh no, I have to be at the other side of the school in 25 seconds!' Tomoyo thought as she grabbed her stuff and jumped towards the door into the crowded hallways.
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since band is boring, (I should know.. I suffer through it every single day,) and that I am lazy tonight, I'm skipping the rest of the school day. So, here we go:
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gah.. I have had like the worst writers block.. yea yea.. I've been working on it, and now I have finally found time to work on it. I'm tryin, k?
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Sakura looked at her watch for the fifteenth time in five minutes. It's the last period of the day, and then it would be the weekend. 'Three minutes until the bell,' she thought as she looked at her paper that had about three questions answered of the twelve from her literature class.
She looked at her watch again, then sighed, knowing that time wouldn't speed up just for her. People around her started to pack up their books, much to the dismay of the teacher, who was watching the thirteen students like a hungry hawk.
Tomoyo walked up behind Sakura, and tapped her on the shoulder. Sakura looked back at her watch, and started packing. "One minute and counting," she said. Tomoyo nodded.
"Have any plans for tomorrow? I have some dress designs that I would like for you to see," Tomoyo asked, Sakura slinging her bookbag on her back.
"Not that I'm aware of, but you know Touya. He can get some weird ideas, like me having to fix supper again."
"Yea. Well, how about this afternoon?"
Sakura looked at her watch. "5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.." The bell rung. "I guess, but let me call Kero." She stood up.
"Sounds fine with me." They walked out of the class room, which had suddenly gotten abandoned, even the teacher had left. Sakura pulled out her cell phone and pressed the 'Kero" button.
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Syaoran was sitting outside on the steps. He had been there since 6th period, watching' traffic go by. He heard the bell ring, followed by the doors behind him slam open. He looked at his watch. "3:05 already?" he said out loud as Sakura and Tomoyo walked up. He could barley hear what she was saying, and thought she was going insane, until he saw the phone in her hand.
Tomoyo put a finger to her lips in the 'if you talk someone's going to get hurt' fashion, and Syaoran nodded.
"Yea, uh huh.. All right. Tell Touya that I'll be home by seven," Sakura said into the phone and clicked the 'off' button. "Great, a night off!" she exclaimed.
"So are you up to looking at the new designs?" Tomoyo asked.
"Yea," Sakura replied.
"What are you talking about?" Syaoran asked, a little confused.
"I came up with some new designs, and I wanted Sakura to see them. Wanna come?"
"I guess." He stood up. They headed over to Tomoyo's house.
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"Kero, was that Sakura?" Touya asked.
"Yea. She's going over to Tomoyo's house and she'll be back by seven, meaning we have to fend for ourselves tonight," Kero replied.
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"I have made this one," Tomoyo said, pointing at a flowing dress with a double skirt and a simple bodice. The trio was sitting on Tomoyo's bed, Sakura in the middle, looking at a sketch book.
"Since when have you been sketching your designs?" Syaoran asked.
"Since our freshman year. I took an art class on this type of subject," Tomoyo replied. "Sakura, I want to see how this one would look on you. What do you think? Do you like it?" Tomoyo reached over from where she was sitting for a bag next to her night stand.
"I like, I like," Sakura said. Tomoyo handed Sakura the bag. and Sakura handed the sketch book to Syaoran. She stood up, and went to put the dress on.
"How do you think it'll look on her?" Tomoyo asked as she stood up to get her video camera.
Syaoran looked at the sketch, and then thought about Sakura. "I dunno. What color is it?" he asked.
"A pale pink." She looked through the view finder and turned on the power, but not the record button.
The doorknob turned, and Tomoyo flipped on the record button. Syaoran looked towards the door, and it opened. Sakura walked in. Syaoran was speechless, and he was sure that Tomoyo was recording every minute of it.
"So, what do you think?" Sakura asked, twirling around and making her skirt float up ever so slightly.
"Sakura, it looks so cool on you!" Tomoyo said, still recording. "What do you think, Syaoran?"
"I.. I.."
Sakura smiled, and walked over to sit back down on the bed, not minding that Syaoran couldn't answer.
"Oh, you have go to see the newest tape that I have made! It has mostly current stuff on it! Tomoyo said.
"Well, what time is it?" Sakura asked.
"5:30," Syaoran replied.
"Where's the popcorn?"
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I tried to make this shorter than the first, but I ain't that good at telling these sorts of things. I tried a little harder tonight, as that I got home almost ten hours ago from a seven hour band rehearsal. .:shudders:. A Saturday practice.. I hate whoever came up with the idea. Anyways, please tell me what you think about this, and please send any comments/sugestions to:
BtflOcnStar2004@aol.com
I would really like for someone to e~mail me about the subject at the beginning of this chapter, at the first author's notes. So, I'm going to go to bed now. 'Till then, I bid you sweet dreams and sleep sweet!
~*Celestial Star*~
P.S. Should I contue Lonesome Valentine?