Chapter 1
Tomoyo's Letter
"Sakuraaaa..."
"Ooops, ohayio, Touya-san..." a sheepish grin crossed the scarlat-faced girl, sweat-dropping in the most perfect anime style, biiiiiiiig sweat-dropping. Yet once again, lost in thoughts, the female caused a collision with her elder onii. Darn.
The elder guy of black hair and eyes rolled the orbs as if a 'She will never learn' and the female released a 'hahaha' typic of hers, sweat-dropping still. Before the good and ol' Touya could say something, the girl was waaaay far, rushing down street (w/o the card of run!)
Well. It was marked to be just another normal day. End of school. Their last year... ugh. Say bye bye to Highschool, and 'hello' to the boogie woogie college. They'd have only one week till the end... and, it was going to be a week of pure fiesta (hehe), ok, of party and fun, weehaaah, yeah yeah, let's have fun before being imprisioned again.
With this 'happy' (yeah, right -comment of tomoyo1311/Dre-) thought in mind, the girl of brown hair and enchanting emerald orbs entered her own home. Counting the age of 18, the Card Mistress was even more like her mother, with the same captivating appeal, the same charm and personality. Yet she was a card captor, and the happenings with the Sakura & Clow Cards (sounds like store name ~ Sakura and Clow Cards, the Best for Magicians of All Ages! -whacks 'self- back to the fic!) were still fresh in her mind. And... well, better not remember that.
Instead of falling in bad/nolstagic memories, the female fell into a hyper mood. Not simply hyper. REAL hyper. As only Sakura can fall from nothing. Anyway. Leaping upstairs, touching from 2 to 2 steps (sugah-hypah! -slaps 'self- stop interfering!), the girl reaches her room.
As the door opens, the sweat-dropped face of Kero appears. With a grin of 'poor-me-i-swear-i-did-nothing-much-it-wasnt-my-fault-you-came-before-i-expected-i-was-curious' (huhoh... -feels sugah taking control-), the 'stuffed~doll' named Kerberus blinked sweetly, giving room to the surprized Sakura to enter - with the most confused anime face.
"Kero?"
A little paw pointed the desk, with an anime sigh, the 'stuffed doll' looking down to the floor, and fluttering away from the girl, avoinding a punishment.
Over the desk, right over the Clow Book, where all the Sakura Cards were enclosed and 'sleeping' peacefully, there was a letter. Opened.
"....?"
Sakura's hand reached out to pick it up, hesitating before touching the perfumated pinkish paper. The perfect traced symbols of japanese writing (sorry guys, but I'm NOT japanese) were of a good caligraphy. Tomoyo…
And the flood of words reached Sakura's emerald orbs.
Sakura-chan,
I can't stand it anymore. It's like... since Syaroan left Japan and returned to Hong Kong I've noticed this change on your behavior. Five years, hun? In the outside you remained equal, as usual, with the refined art called dissimulation. But in the interior...
We all saw your depression in the first days. And we understood in silence. But, Sakura, you DO changed - and we both know it. Not that you aren't the same Sakura of always, the one we all adore in your tenderness and all these things. But you aren't the immature and childish girl anymore. You remain this spark of happiness and this enchanting figure you are... but I know you don't really care anymore for anything but succeeding in your life, forgetting. Or you thought I wouldn't notice how your ratings in exames are better since that day? And how you make plans, so much different from the ones of past?
It's not bad. Just the opposite, is way good. It's extremely good. But I'm running after my own tail, aren't I? So, I'm going to get to the point.
Sakura, my dearest friend ever... my mother decided I must study in Germany, finish my education there. Why, I don't know. She thinks it's better for me. Tomorrow I'm going to leave, and I don't know when I'll back...
Sorry for being too coward to tell you face-to-face... and I saying to the others always to declare themselves without fear! What a coward I am! Anyway... I'm so sad, sooooo sad... but I can't do nothing to refuse this.
Please Sakura, understand me!
Yours Always,
Tomoyo.
Over the signature was a mark of a tear (-weep weep- -sniff sniff- -cleans eyes-). The brown-haired girl stood simply staring at the pinkish paper, the words forming and disforming in sequences, twirling... suddenly the voice of Tomoyo pronouncing those sweet, yet determinated words ruled the atmosphere (tah dah! thanx to our director of sound! -sheepish grin-)...
And on the jade-dyed orbs formed crystaline, salty tears that rolled down the satin of her face in silence... before falling into a loud, hysteric cry.
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(ok guys. this first chapter sucked. this first fic is gonna suck. actually i suck as a fanfic maker. but BITE ME!!!! -with a steel armor just in case to some crazy that didnt understand the sarcasm try to really do it- -yusss, i AM HYPAH!- aaaaaaaaaand -puppy look- some reviews would help a lot to make it better! if i dunt get it, ahhah, it will end and you'll never know what will happen with Tomoyo!)
