First off, I'd like to thank Cherryblossom Princess, Chibigirl88, Sakurablaze, Tomoyo Hiragizawa, the Create Card, Hanako, Jenna, and Ketchum for replying to my fic. I'm glad you guys are liking it so far. And now, without further adieu, another installation of "Unlucky" for your reading pleasure. Enjoy! =)

Disclaimer- Yes, I do own Card Captor Sakura. You all may not have known it, but I am the long lost, unknown to the world, missing member of Clamp: the artist team that created Card Captor Sakura. This story is mine, and as always, all japanese words will be translated in parentheses. Thank you.

Previously-

As she watched their retreating forms, Sakura thought back to Yukito's question: Interested in any boys yet?  Though the question felt odd coming fromYukito – she did have a crush on him at one point after all – Sakura couldn't help keep her face from becoming red.  'here is one boy…' she thought to herself, continuing on her way. 'I wonder if he knows how I feel about him… I sure wish I knew…'


Card Captor Sakura
in
"Unlucky"
Yet Another Miss Chang Po production 3


As the morning progressed, businesses started up and people set to work.  Further downtown, some construction workers set to work building a skylight for one of the buildings.
          "Got that crane ready, Kuno?"
          "We're ready down here whenever you are, boss!"
          "Then don't just sit around on your duff all day, baka, let's get that beam up here!"
          "You heard the man, Masaki-kun," the crane operator, Tsukasa Kuno, called down to a worker below him.  "Let's get that load secured!"
          "Gimme a minute, will ya?" Masaki called back.  "I have to make sure it's tight.  Kami only know's what'll happen if this thing breaks loose!"
          "Well we don't have time to be puttin' everything in pretty bows, you know." Kuno muttered.  "We're on a tight schedule as it is."
          "I hear ya." Masaki grumbled.  "Talk about cracking the whip." He patted the cables supporting the beams, and gave the binding a quick tug.  "That oughta do it."  He gave Kuno a thumb's up.  "Let her rip, Kuno-kun!"
          "Yosh!" (Okay) With that, Kuno pulled back a series of levers.  The large crane came to life, lifting the heavy metal beams into the air.  Unbeknownst to the workers, a small figure lurking in the darkness began to glow a dark eerie red.  Before anyone could give a warning, the support cables holding the beams gave way, sending them crashing towards the ground.
          "Shimatta!" Kuno hissed. (Oh no!)  "Minna, abunai!" (Everyone, watch out!) The metal beams clanged and clattered on the ground until they came to a stop.
          "What on Chikyuu happened…?" (Earth)
          "There was an accident!"
"Masaka… was anyone hurt?" (Impossible)
"I don't think so… what happened?"
"I dunno... it just fell."
          Kuno hopped out of the crane and ran towards the crowd.  "Minna, daijobu ka?" (Is everyone okay?)
          Masaki sat on the ground, a few inches from where the beams had fallen.  "I just don't understand it…" he muttered. "I had those things tied tighter than a drum."
          Kuno looked back up at the severed cables dangling from the crane above them. "I dunno, maybe it was bad luck I guess."

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          On the other side of the town, at Seijou High School, the freshmen were practicing soccer in gym class.  "All right, minna!" the gym teacher called out.  "That's it for gym class.  Everyone head back to the locker room."
          "Hai!" The students chorused.
          As the girls headed back to their locker room, many of the girls flocked around Sakura.
          "Sugoi, Kinomoto-san, I can't believe you play soccer that well!"
          "Did you see how well she handled defense?  She should join the girl's team!"
          "She'd make Varsity this year for sure!"
"Kinomoto-san, you'd beat the boys for sure if you played against them!"
          "H-hoe?" Sakura blushed.
          "Hai," Chiharu grinned.  "Our Sakura-chan is good at everything, including sports!"
          "Honto," (Really) Naoko agreed.  "She's an incredible gymnast, too.  Maybe we'll see her in the Olympics someday."
          "Sugoi!" (Wow!) all the girls chorused.
          "I'm not that good…" Sakura blushed as she buttoned up her shirt and slipped her jacket back on.
          "But you are, Sakura-chan." Tomoyo smiled as the two of them walked out of the gym.  "I have the feeling you're going to be really popular here at Seijou."
          "H-hontou ni?" (Really?) Sakura picked up her book bag and draped it over one shoulder so that she could reach into the front.  "Now where did I put…oh!" As she zipped open the front pocket of her book bag, a small compact mirror slipped out and fell to the ground, shattering to pieces.  "Shimatta!"
          Chiharu, Naoko, and Rika came rushing around the corner. 
"Doushita no?" Chiharu asked.  "We heard something break!"
"It was nothing," Sakura admitted.  "I just dropped my mirror."
"Is it broken?"
Sakura poked at the remains of what was left of her mirror.  "Hai… I think so."
"You know what they say about mirrors, ne?" Yamazaki replied, popping up behind Sakura.
"HOOEEE!!" Sakura freaked, falling over flat on her butt.
"Yah-mah-zaki-kun…" Chiharu growled, clenching her fist angrily.
"Gomen if I scared you, Sakura-san." (Sorry) Yamazaki smiled apologetically.
"I-it's okay." Sakura laughed nervously.
"So, what do they say about mirrors, Yamazaki-kun?" Naoko asked.
"Well…" Yamazaki began.
Chiharu glared at Naoko.  "Why do you encourage him?"
Naoko smiled innocently.  "I was curious?"
"You see, there's an old ancient European superstition that says if you break a mirror, you'll suffer seven years of bad luck."
"Hoe?"
"Bad luck?"
"Seven years?"
"Hai." Yamazaki replied, looking very authoritative.  "In the late 1400s, it got so bad that anything mirror-like was banned from Europe."
"Hontou ni?"
"Hai, people had to rely on the use of aluminum foil and plexi-glass.  It's a shame, isn't it?"  Sakura looked sympathetic.
"Plexi-glass in the 1400s?" Chiharu glared at him.  "Of course you all know he's lying."
"Un…" Sakura nodded, a little embarrassed.  After all these years, she still partially believed Yamazaki's stories.
"He is telling the truth about the bad luck part, though," Rika replied.
"Nani?"
"I've heard that superstition before." she answered.  "Break a mirror and you get seven years bad luck."
"Seven whole years?!" Sakura freaked.  "Isn't there any way to fix it?"
Rika shook her head.  "Just make sure you don't break any mirrors… or else it'll be 14 years.  Each time you break a mirror, seven more years are tacked onto your sentence."
"M-my sentence…?" Sakura imagined herself in aprison with the black and white prison suit and a ball chained to her foot.  She gulped and clutched her fists to her face in fear. "Hoeee…"
"Daijobu, Sakura-chan," Tomoyo replied, placing a hand on her shoulder to reassure her. "It's just a silly superstition. I'm sure it won't come true."
"I hope not…"

~End of Chapter 2~