The Sacred Blossom
Author's note: a pretty short chapter. This and the first chapter was originally suppose to be just one chapter. But then I realized it was way too long. So this one's pretty short, and contains some flashbacks. It's the day after.
Chapter 2 "The Blossom holds Meaning"
21 year-old Sakura Kinomonto was a mess as she was getting ready for her photo shot.
"Urg! I'm gonna be late and Tomoyo's gonna kill me!" she said to herself as she struggled into a pair of jeans.
She looked on her dresser for her wristwatch, but found herself mesmerized by something else. The cherry blossom branch in a vase that was sitting on of top her dresser. It's been nine years… nine years since he's given that to me. And I'm still keeping it blooming with the flower card…
*** flashback ***
"Syaoran! Wait, promise me you'll come back?"
He smiled at her, "of course I'll come back. Why wouldn't I when there's a green-eyed beauty waiting for me."
Sakura blushed. It was the perfect moment, they were standing all alone under the cherry blossom trees, without onii-chan or Tomoyo popping out of nowhere. Yet…
Syaoran sensed that she wanted something more out of that promise, he looked around him and saw the perfect gift. He reached up and broke off a branch, handing it to her.
"Sealed with a cherry branch," he said. But that didn't' sound right, it usually wasn't a cherry branch that was sealed. Syaoran looked at her. She was staring at him, kind of dreamily. She looked adorable like that, with the little blush on her cheek and her big green eyes shining. He couldn't help it, it was the perfect moment, he leaned forward just a little bit and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Sealed with a cherry blossom… and a kiss," he said softly. "I'll be back."
With that, he turned his back on her, and left…
*** end flashback ***
It was like he had turned his back on her forever… Cause he never came back. Sakura suddenly snapped out of her daydream, hearing the doorbell ring.
"Coming!" she called as she threw on a pink tank top.
Probably Tomoyo coming to kill me she thought as she opened the door. But it was possibly the last person Sakura Kinomonto would expect at her doorsteps.
*** earlier that day ***
Syaoran sighed as he picked up the two suitcases at the luggage claim at Tokyo International. One contained his cloth, and the other contained the weapons. He was sure the elders had put some kind of spell on it. Or else he would be behind bars right now.
Syaoran sighed, he was glad that Tomoyo had set her main office in Tokyo. Or else he would have to take a long train ride to Tomoeda. While waiting for an available taxi, Syaoran caught a glance of a magazine a woman was reading. It was a fashion magazine and on the front cover was… Sakura. She had changed. After nine years, it was expect. But she still looked like the little girl that Syaoran had left standing under the cherry tree. But her body had matured and she was just… unbelievably beautiful. Sakura's hair hung in casual waves across her shoulder. And she was wearing what appeared to be black leather pants and a small shirt with long billowing sleeves. She stood in a casual pose. Sakura had a healthy glow, and Syaoran could tell she was different from the other airheaded models that were bulimic or something. Syaoran just longed to have her by his side, to have her giggle and laugh and bring that happiness out of him.
*** outside of Sakura's place ***
"Thank you!" Syaoran called as the taxi driver drove away.
Syaoran turned around, surveying the house in front of him. It was a very normal house, not the kind of house fit for a supermodel. But Sakura had always been different, Syaoran thought as he walked up to her front door.
This is it… And he rang the doorbell.
"Coming!" a sweet voice called. And Syaoran's heart picked up speed. It was her voice. The voice he hadn't heard for nine years. And for a minute, Syaoran almost considered running away. Here he was, on the doorsteps of the love of his life, and he just couldn't bear to see her again. But it was too late. The door opened.
Syaoran's breath caught in his throat. She was even more beautiful in person. And the sweet smell of her perfume was enticing. All he could do was stand there and watch her expressions, her body stiff and unmoving, deep green eyes in shock.
"Sakura…"
"Syaoran… you came back… like you said you would…"
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So… I guess you could call that a cliffhanger. I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as possible. But I think I'm coming down with a bad case of writer's block. Please review and tell me what you think of my fic!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cardcaptor Sakura
Author's note: a pretty short chapter. This and the first chapter was originally suppose to be just one chapter. But then I realized it was way too long. So this one's pretty short, and contains some flashbacks. It's the day after.
Chapter 2 "The Blossom holds Meaning"
21 year-old Sakura Kinomonto was a mess as she was getting ready for her photo shot.
"Urg! I'm gonna be late and Tomoyo's gonna kill me!" she said to herself as she struggled into a pair of jeans.
She looked on her dresser for her wristwatch, but found herself mesmerized by something else. The cherry blossom branch in a vase that was sitting on of top her dresser. It's been nine years… nine years since he's given that to me. And I'm still keeping it blooming with the flower card…
*** flashback ***
"Syaoran! Wait, promise me you'll come back?"
He smiled at her, "of course I'll come back. Why wouldn't I when there's a green-eyed beauty waiting for me."
Sakura blushed. It was the perfect moment, they were standing all alone under the cherry blossom trees, without onii-chan or Tomoyo popping out of nowhere. Yet…
Syaoran sensed that she wanted something more out of that promise, he looked around him and saw the perfect gift. He reached up and broke off a branch, handing it to her.
"Sealed with a cherry branch," he said. But that didn't' sound right, it usually wasn't a cherry branch that was sealed. Syaoran looked at her. She was staring at him, kind of dreamily. She looked adorable like that, with the little blush on her cheek and her big green eyes shining. He couldn't help it, it was the perfect moment, he leaned forward just a little bit and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Sealed with a cherry blossom… and a kiss," he said softly. "I'll be back."
With that, he turned his back on her, and left…
*** end flashback ***
It was like he had turned his back on her forever… Cause he never came back. Sakura suddenly snapped out of her daydream, hearing the doorbell ring.
"Coming!" she called as she threw on a pink tank top.
Probably Tomoyo coming to kill me she thought as she opened the door. But it was possibly the last person Sakura Kinomonto would expect at her doorsteps.
*** earlier that day ***
Syaoran sighed as he picked up the two suitcases at the luggage claim at Tokyo International. One contained his cloth, and the other contained the weapons. He was sure the elders had put some kind of spell on it. Or else he would be behind bars right now.
Syaoran sighed, he was glad that Tomoyo had set her main office in Tokyo. Or else he would have to take a long train ride to Tomoeda. While waiting for an available taxi, Syaoran caught a glance of a magazine a woman was reading. It was a fashion magazine and on the front cover was… Sakura. She had changed. After nine years, it was expect. But she still looked like the little girl that Syaoran had left standing under the cherry tree. But her body had matured and she was just… unbelievably beautiful. Sakura's hair hung in casual waves across her shoulder. And she was wearing what appeared to be black leather pants and a small shirt with long billowing sleeves. She stood in a casual pose. Sakura had a healthy glow, and Syaoran could tell she was different from the other airheaded models that were bulimic or something. Syaoran just longed to have her by his side, to have her giggle and laugh and bring that happiness out of him.
*** outside of Sakura's place ***
"Thank you!" Syaoran called as the taxi driver drove away.
Syaoran turned around, surveying the house in front of him. It was a very normal house, not the kind of house fit for a supermodel. But Sakura had always been different, Syaoran thought as he walked up to her front door.
This is it… And he rang the doorbell.
"Coming!" a sweet voice called. And Syaoran's heart picked up speed. It was her voice. The voice he hadn't heard for nine years. And for a minute, Syaoran almost considered running away. Here he was, on the doorsteps of the love of his life, and he just couldn't bear to see her again. But it was too late. The door opened.
Syaoran's breath caught in his throat. She was even more beautiful in person. And the sweet smell of her perfume was enticing. All he could do was stand there and watch her expressions, her body stiff and unmoving, deep green eyes in shock.
"Sakura…"
"Syaoran… you came back… like you said you would…"
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So… I guess you could call that a cliffhanger. I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as possible. But I think I'm coming down with a bad case of writer's block. Please review and tell me what you think of my fic!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cardcaptor Sakura
