Sakura in Paris 2
Part Four: Dreams

Raye: As a council, we've come to a decision.
Ameoba Boy: What council? There was a council?!? Why doesn't anyone ever tell me these things?!?!?
Raye: You're an annoying ameoba, Drew. No one ever NEEDS to tell you these things.
(Ameoba Boy retreats to his tent, sniffling and muttering about ungrateful friends.)
Ms. Sinic: Before you were so rudely interrupted....
Raye: Thank you very much, Ms. Sinic. As I was saying, we've decided to begin Operation Treehouse.
Psycho: Um.....What was Operation Treehouse again?
(Everyone sweatdrops.)
Max: Psycho, did anyone ever tell you you're strange?
Psycho (nodding solemnly): That was the only thing the Zellers nurses told me.
(Everyone sweatdrops again.)
Raye: Okay, Operation Treehouse has two stages. One, we make Ameoba Boy build a giant treehouse for us, and Two, we move in.
Everybody but Ameoba Boy: Yeah!
Ameoba Boy: Hey.....Wait just a minute!!


{Disclaimer}
Mashpotatoes! Butter toast!
Ms. Sinic: What's wrong with Ange?
Max (sighing): She got into the Mountain Dew and pixie stix again.
Raye: I wanna kiss a chipmunk! Ooops. There it goes again. My brain stopped.
Ms. Sinic: I've got Zellers on hold. What should I say?
Max: Tell them to get a paddywagon over here as soon as possible. Code Purple!
Guy on the Phone: Dear Lord! Code Purple?!? Raye?!? AGAIN?!?!
Ms. Sinic: Yep! And hurry! She's getting worse!
Max: Where are you going with that machete`, Ange?
Raye: I'm gonna go an' kill Clamp for creating Cardcaptors an' not letting me buy it!
(Ms. Sinic and Max jump on Raye, managing to rip the dangerous knife from the deranged girl.)
Raye: LarryBoy! Come save me!!!!


After attending a somewhat boring concert {practically an opera}, the gang returned home to Marie Mansion {he he!} well after midnight.
Sakura groaned as she stumbled on the staircase again. Li narrowly caught her before she fell, and the two of them had to take several minutes of blushing in silence to summon the strength to finish their climb.
Sakura and Madison, asleep on their feet, clomped into their bedroom in silence, and started to get ready for bed. Several minutes later, three servants {Rosetta, Jean, and Pollyanna} stomped into the room, lugging several beyond-bulging shopping bags behind them and groaning with the effort.
Falling into deep sleeps as soon as their heads touched the pillows, the two friends slipped into strange, surprising, dreams.

Madison felt as though she were falling. Falling into an endless, absolute black cataclsym. She felt detached, uncaring and unfeeling, as she descended ever deeper.
Where's Sakura and the others? Madison thought suddenly, surprising her fog-enshrouded mind with the intelligent question.
Suddenly, panic overtook her. She struggled to force her way back to the surface, back into the light, away from the suddenly frightening, cold darkness. But no matter how hard she struggled, Madison could feel herself growing weaker, losing her conscious thought once more.
As she felt herself sinking once more, she cried out desperately in her mind.
Help me! Please! I don't want to leave yet!!
As her mind blanked, a strange, crackling sensation overtook her, as though she were on fire. But she felt no pain, saw nothing, heard nothing abnormal.
She blinked as a narrow beam of intense light hit her, blinding her and disorienting her.
What.... Madison thought groggily as she felt the strange blankness lift from her mind and body.
A shadow appeared in the beam of white light, descending slowly towards her with arms outstretched.
Madison! Madison! Don't give up! Stay strong!
Madison was more puzzled than ever. What? Who are you? What do you mean?
Don't die! Don't leave me alone!
Who is that? I've never heard the voice before, but it seems familiar somehow....
A hand suddenly clasped hers, warm and comforting in the utter blackness of the void. She felt as though the stranger were smiling at her, even though his face was obscured by shadow.
I'm so glad we're finally together again, Madison! Madison! My soulmate!
As warm lips touched hers, Madison bolted up in bed, awake and quite confused by the strange dream.

Sakura giggled as a shower of fresh cherry petals fell down from the beautiful cherry tree, covering her with a snow of pink and white flowers.
She was so happy here, content and complete, surrounded by her love and her friends. Li sat beside her on the warm, sun-kissed grass, his strong hand clasped in hers. Madison was giggling as she focused her camera in on Chelsea, who was angrily berating Zachary for a new, wild story he had just invented. Seated not far away, on a crisp picnic blanket, were Grannie Marie and Jacque, who were smiling and laughing as if young again. Rita was blushing as she watched Mr. Terada walk past on a hurried errand.
Kero snored gently in her lap, his tiny chest rising and falling with each loud breath. Ranea shrieked as Jean, her boyfriend, dropped a wet frog down her apron back. Moments later, the french maid was up and running after the uncontrollably laughing, sprinting Jean.
Sakura sighed happily. It was so peaceful, so wonderful here. So right.
A strong breeze picked up, blowing cherry-blossom petals from Sakura's hair as it whipped past the happy group.
A shadowy figure stood at the edge of the sun-lit clearing, his face in blackness.
Even as Sakura watched the figure, she knew inwardly that he meant no harm; quite the opposite. Dressed in a black school uniform, the boy that was clearly their age raised a hand slowly.
Madison looked up in surprise as something bright flashed through the sunlight, coming to rest beside her on the soft grass.
The stunned girl picked the shining object up and gasped.
"You've come back!" Madison whispered happily, tears bright in her eyes.
Sakura looked at her friend, then back to the stranger.
"Madison, what is it?" Chelsea and Rita chorused wonderingly.
"He's come back to me! After waiting so many lifetimes, he's come back to me!" Madison whispered, oblivious to all around her.
Held in her hands was a glittering heart-locket, engraved with spiraling ruby and emerald flowers.


Ms. Sinic (swinging a golden medallion back and forth in front of Raye): You are under my control. You are under my control. You shall tell me who the stranger is!
Raye: I am not under your control. I am not under your control. I shall not tell you who the stranger is!
Ms. Sinic (throwing the medallion aside and pouting): No fair! I wanna know.
Raye: Tough Tacos. You'll have to wait like everyone else.
Ameoba Boy (wheezing as he crawls up, a large green board tied to his back): Why ....do..... I .... have ..... to.....do...all...of....the...work?
Ms. Sinic: Because you're my slave.
Ameoba Boy (angrily): SAYS WHO?!?!?
Ms. Sinic: Says our contract. (Unrolls a parchment and holds it up for Ameoba Boy to read. He scans it quickly.)
Ameoba Boy: I don't remember signing that!
Max: I would hope not! You were half-unconscious when you did.
Ameoba Boy: And WHY was I half-unconscious?
Max: Ms. Sinic had just beat the crap out of you and you begged for mercy. She made you sign the contract so you could keep your life.
Ameoba Boy: I'll accept that.
Ms. Sinic: Now get back to work, slave!
Ameoba Boy: Yes, Mistress...
(Goes back to work.)
Max: Hey, Raye?
Raye: Yeah?
Max: Where's Chucky, Psycho, and the Blair Witch?
Raye: Psycho found a campsite nearby, and took her "family" to go and check it out.
Max: Dear Lord have mercy on those poor campers' souls...
Psycho: Hey guys! I found out who the campers are!
Everyone: Who?
Psycho: Nikki (a.k.a. the B.O.S. {or Bride Of Satan}.), Mad Trad (a.k.a. Shitzuo {to quote what my friend Max once said, "If she got any b*tchier, we'd have to name a dog after her." Well, this is close, ain't it Max?}.), Micky M. (a.k.a. Michelle), and Kyle Cotham (boring ol' Kyle Cough-'em-up.)!
{Author's Note: Do you remember SIP1, where Da Bomb was accused of killin' Kyle? If ya don't, read the fic! Sorry. Anyway, wondering how he's alive now? It's simple. I'm the author. And as such, I can have whatever I want to have happen happen to whoever I want! So there! HAHAHAH!}
Everybody: KILL THEM ALL KILL THEM ALL KILL THEM ALL!!
Raye: Can't you sense just the tiniest amount of animosity between us and the "other" campers?