Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original Card Captor Sakura characters.
They all belong to Clamp. Everything else comes from MY imagination. 'Nuff
said.
Author's Note: Here I am again! I update quicker than ya thought I would huh? Well, read on! Don't forget to review it! ^^
Chapter 1
Ten years later on a Saturday afternoon...
"Sakura!!! Come on! We're gonna be late! The movie starts in half an hour!!!"
"Matte (Wait) Tomoyo! Just a few more minutes..." Sakura ran out from her door, slamming it behind her.
"Ai-yo! (Ah!)" A female voice yelled from inside.
"Gomen nasai! (Sorry!)" And she jumped inside a blue Toyota, with Tomoyo at the wheel. She started the car with a laugh.
"At this rate, Miss. Chun Li over there's gonna kick your butt outta the dorm room in no time!"
"*sweatdrop* She wouldn't do that... Plus Chai can't kick me out of the dorm, since she's not like, a teacher or anything."
"What if she tries to get you kicked out anyways?"
"Well .... Erm .... *sweatdrop* Hey look! We're here!" Sakura pointed to a large movie theater.
"Wow.... It looks even prettier than it did last time I came here!"
"Which was like, 7 months ago."
"Still!" The large, gold building had a big sign that ran across it that said "Hikawa Movies: The place where the sun always shines." Lights surrounded the sign and under it were the times of the 30 different movies it would be playing. Tomoyo pointed to the 1:20 showing of a romantic comedy movie called, "Wo Ai Ni: A Chinese Love Story." Tomoyo parked her car and got out, Sakura following.
"I can't wait to see the movie! I heard it was really sweet!"
"And I heard there's this one part where the guy calls someone on the phone, and he thinks it's her, and he confesses his love! It turns out to be an old man!" The girls laughed as they walked up the stairs to the ticket booth. Tomoyo walked up the cashier.
"Two for the 1:20 showing of Wo Ai Ni."
"Nani?! (What?!) Hoe?" Sakura said with a confused look.
"I'm buying." Tomoyo said with a smile as she received the tickets.
"But, but but-"
"No but's. It's my treat. Plus you've been studying so hard for your finals, I figured ya need a break anyways." Sakura gave Tomoyo a warm hug.
"Thanks a bunch!"
"No problem. Let's go watch the movie!" They walked into the theater, and handed their tickets to an employee. Sakura ran up to the cashier selling food, and said hungrily.
"One large popcorn, and medium Cherry Coke! Oh! And add another large popcorn and a..." She turned to Tomoyo. She didn't answer.
"Tomoyo! C'mon! You treated the tickets, I treated the food!" Tomoyo sighed.
"..And a small Sprite please."
"That's it?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." Sakura paid the bill. She ran over to a little enclosed area that carried the essentials (ketchup, mustard, etc.)and grabbed some napkins and pushed a button so that butter oozed out from a little tube. She pushed it again. And again.
"Uhm, Sakura, isn't that enough butter?" Tomoyo shook some salt over her popcorn.
"Nah! No way!" Sakura pushed the button again, and instead of it squirting out onto the popcorn, it squirted all over her shirt. She jumped back.
"AH!!!" She wiped at it frantically with her napkins, dropping the buttered popcorn and her drink. She turned around and came face-to-face with an angry employee.
"Uhm uhm.. Gomen?" Sakura said nervously, then ran to the girl's room. Tomoyo shook her head with a small laugh.
"Some things never change."
And she was right.
Some things don't.
---
Two hours later, Sakura and Tomoyo walked out of the theater, chattering about the movie.
"Could you believe that he actually went and-"
"And the part where-"
"Then he went and fell into the puddle!" They laughed and walked into Tomoyo's car. Sakura smelled her shirt and made an ugly face.
"Smells like butter."
"I wonder why!" Tomoyo laughed and started the engine.
"Where to?" Sakura shrugged.
"Anywhere that has a sink and an extra shirt!" Tomoyo nodded.
"To my place it is then!" She sped off and Sakura turned on the radio.
"Commercials.... Blech...." She turned the knob, and was about to shut it off, when Tomoyo stopped her.
"Wait.. Stop.. They're talking about Yojo having a filming a movie.... Here!!" Yojo was a famous movie director, known all over Japan for his best work. They both listened in on the radio.
".... He will began shooting next Saturday at 7:00 am. Anybody that would like to try out for a part may go to Hikawa Theater on Monday noon, which will be closed all next week. That's all the news for now, stay tuned!" Tomoyo turned the radio off as she parked her car by Pear Apartments, the exquisite place where she had been staying. Since the owner had been friends with her mother, he had given Tomoyo one of the best apartments in his complex, at half price! Tomoyo walked up and slashed her card through the machine stuck to the wall beside the locked Pear Apartment doors.
"Ding! Card accepted." The doors immediately unlocked and Tomoyo walked in. All of a sudden, Sakura turned right as a motorcycle zoomed past, with a familiar face at driving the vehicle.
She stopped in her tracks. It couldn't be, she thought to herself. It couldn't, it was probably just a look-alike.... She thought back to when he had left so many years past.... And how sad she had been. How her life fell apart when he had went back. Back home. To Hong Kong.
"Sakura! Hurry up before the door closes!"
"Hoe? Oh! Coming Tomoyo!" Sakura ran in the door, right before the doors locked again. She ran up the stairs after Tomoyo, and followed her into her home.
"Home sweet home," Tomoyo said as she opened her door. The place was beautiful, Sakura thought to herself, having only been here a couple of times. The floor was made of furnished-wood panels, the ceiling high. The living was first, and there were three, long, stretched out windows at the back of the room. Sakura plopped down onto the red velvet couch and turned on the television.
"Want anything to drink?"
"No. Tomoyo! Come here! Quick!" Tomoyo set her jacket down and ran over to the couch.
On the television, there was a dead man, brutally slashed to death, with a knife stabbed with a note on his chest. At the bottom of the screen, it read 'Live Broadcast,' meaning that it was as real as ever. The reporter starting describing the situation.
"Today, at 2: 21 PM., Mr. Tamaka Likani was murdered by someone unfamiliar to all authorities. His maid, Yoli Kama, came in for the afternoon cleaning, and found him dead on the floor." Tomoyo gasped.
"How horrible." Sakura nodded. The camera zoomed in on the note, it was written in very messy print, and was short. It had read of only word, and that word was read as:
"Failure."
A shock went throughout her entire body, almost freezing her in place. Sakura turned off the television immediately. She got up from the couch.
"I should be going Tomoyo, thanks for the movies. I had a great time." She managed a weak smile, and ran out of the room.
"You need a ride?" Tomoyo shouted.
"No thanks! Ja ne! (Bye!)" Sakura answered back, and ran onto the street, panting, out of breath. She leaned against the wall, and for an reason unknown to her, she collapsed onto the ground, and cried.
---
"It worked my lord. All is going as planned."
"Good. Are you sure she noticed?"
"She did. Don't worry. She did."
"Absolutely fantastic."
Author's Note: Here I am again! I update quicker than ya thought I would huh? Well, read on! Don't forget to review it! ^^
Chapter 1
Ten years later on a Saturday afternoon...
"Sakura!!! Come on! We're gonna be late! The movie starts in half an hour!!!"
"Matte (Wait) Tomoyo! Just a few more minutes..." Sakura ran out from her door, slamming it behind her.
"Ai-yo! (Ah!)" A female voice yelled from inside.
"Gomen nasai! (Sorry!)" And she jumped inside a blue Toyota, with Tomoyo at the wheel. She started the car with a laugh.
"At this rate, Miss. Chun Li over there's gonna kick your butt outta the dorm room in no time!"
"*sweatdrop* She wouldn't do that... Plus Chai can't kick me out of the dorm, since she's not like, a teacher or anything."
"What if she tries to get you kicked out anyways?"
"Well .... Erm .... *sweatdrop* Hey look! We're here!" Sakura pointed to a large movie theater.
"Wow.... It looks even prettier than it did last time I came here!"
"Which was like, 7 months ago."
"Still!" The large, gold building had a big sign that ran across it that said "Hikawa Movies: The place where the sun always shines." Lights surrounded the sign and under it were the times of the 30 different movies it would be playing. Tomoyo pointed to the 1:20 showing of a romantic comedy movie called, "Wo Ai Ni: A Chinese Love Story." Tomoyo parked her car and got out, Sakura following.
"I can't wait to see the movie! I heard it was really sweet!"
"And I heard there's this one part where the guy calls someone on the phone, and he thinks it's her, and he confesses his love! It turns out to be an old man!" The girls laughed as they walked up the stairs to the ticket booth. Tomoyo walked up the cashier.
"Two for the 1:20 showing of Wo Ai Ni."
"Nani?! (What?!) Hoe?" Sakura said with a confused look.
"I'm buying." Tomoyo said with a smile as she received the tickets.
"But, but but-"
"No but's. It's my treat. Plus you've been studying so hard for your finals, I figured ya need a break anyways." Sakura gave Tomoyo a warm hug.
"Thanks a bunch!"
"No problem. Let's go watch the movie!" They walked into the theater, and handed their tickets to an employee. Sakura ran up to the cashier selling food, and said hungrily.
"One large popcorn, and medium Cherry Coke! Oh! And add another large popcorn and a..." She turned to Tomoyo. She didn't answer.
"Tomoyo! C'mon! You treated the tickets, I treated the food!" Tomoyo sighed.
"..And a small Sprite please."
"That's it?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." Sakura paid the bill. She ran over to a little enclosed area that carried the essentials (ketchup, mustard, etc.)and grabbed some napkins and pushed a button so that butter oozed out from a little tube. She pushed it again. And again.
"Uhm, Sakura, isn't that enough butter?" Tomoyo shook some salt over her popcorn.
"Nah! No way!" Sakura pushed the button again, and instead of it squirting out onto the popcorn, it squirted all over her shirt. She jumped back.
"AH!!!" She wiped at it frantically with her napkins, dropping the buttered popcorn and her drink. She turned around and came face-to-face with an angry employee.
"Uhm uhm.. Gomen?" Sakura said nervously, then ran to the girl's room. Tomoyo shook her head with a small laugh.
"Some things never change."
And she was right.
Some things don't.
---
Two hours later, Sakura and Tomoyo walked out of the theater, chattering about the movie.
"Could you believe that he actually went and-"
"And the part where-"
"Then he went and fell into the puddle!" They laughed and walked into Tomoyo's car. Sakura smelled her shirt and made an ugly face.
"Smells like butter."
"I wonder why!" Tomoyo laughed and started the engine.
"Where to?" Sakura shrugged.
"Anywhere that has a sink and an extra shirt!" Tomoyo nodded.
"To my place it is then!" She sped off and Sakura turned on the radio.
"Commercials.... Blech...." She turned the knob, and was about to shut it off, when Tomoyo stopped her.
"Wait.. Stop.. They're talking about Yojo having a filming a movie.... Here!!" Yojo was a famous movie director, known all over Japan for his best work. They both listened in on the radio.
".... He will began shooting next Saturday at 7:00 am. Anybody that would like to try out for a part may go to Hikawa Theater on Monday noon, which will be closed all next week. That's all the news for now, stay tuned!" Tomoyo turned the radio off as she parked her car by Pear Apartments, the exquisite place where she had been staying. Since the owner had been friends with her mother, he had given Tomoyo one of the best apartments in his complex, at half price! Tomoyo walked up and slashed her card through the machine stuck to the wall beside the locked Pear Apartment doors.
"Ding! Card accepted." The doors immediately unlocked and Tomoyo walked in. All of a sudden, Sakura turned right as a motorcycle zoomed past, with a familiar face at driving the vehicle.
She stopped in her tracks. It couldn't be, she thought to herself. It couldn't, it was probably just a look-alike.... She thought back to when he had left so many years past.... And how sad she had been. How her life fell apart when he had went back. Back home. To Hong Kong.
"Sakura! Hurry up before the door closes!"
"Hoe? Oh! Coming Tomoyo!" Sakura ran in the door, right before the doors locked again. She ran up the stairs after Tomoyo, and followed her into her home.
"Home sweet home," Tomoyo said as she opened her door. The place was beautiful, Sakura thought to herself, having only been here a couple of times. The floor was made of furnished-wood panels, the ceiling high. The living was first, and there were three, long, stretched out windows at the back of the room. Sakura plopped down onto the red velvet couch and turned on the television.
"Want anything to drink?"
"No. Tomoyo! Come here! Quick!" Tomoyo set her jacket down and ran over to the couch.
On the television, there was a dead man, brutally slashed to death, with a knife stabbed with a note on his chest. At the bottom of the screen, it read 'Live Broadcast,' meaning that it was as real as ever. The reporter starting describing the situation.
"Today, at 2: 21 PM., Mr. Tamaka Likani was murdered by someone unfamiliar to all authorities. His maid, Yoli Kama, came in for the afternoon cleaning, and found him dead on the floor." Tomoyo gasped.
"How horrible." Sakura nodded. The camera zoomed in on the note, it was written in very messy print, and was short. It had read of only word, and that word was read as:
"Failure."
A shock went throughout her entire body, almost freezing her in place. Sakura turned off the television immediately. She got up from the couch.
"I should be going Tomoyo, thanks for the movies. I had a great time." She managed a weak smile, and ran out of the room.
"You need a ride?" Tomoyo shouted.
"No thanks! Ja ne! (Bye!)" Sakura answered back, and ran onto the street, panting, out of breath. She leaned against the wall, and for an reason unknown to her, she collapsed onto the ground, and cried.
---
"It worked my lord. All is going as planned."
"Good. Are you sure she noticed?"
"She did. Don't worry. She did."
"Absolutely fantastic."
