Chapter 1: Three Years Later
The sun seemed like a blinding flare to sixteen year old Sakura Kinimoto (Spelling?) on Monday morning as she sat up from the blue couch. She glanced at her watch to find that it was 11:39 a.m.
"Hey Tony, Aaron, Azalea, wake up," she said throwing a pillow to each of the sleeping figures.
"I'm up," said Aaron groggily, standing up from the floor while throwing away the empty beer bottle that had been in his hand when he woke up. He ran hand through his black, spiky, short hair. "What's for breakfast," he asked, as his blue eyes glanced at Azalea and Sakura.
Azalea who had followed his gazed, said, "Don't look at me."
Tony, who had been rubbing his dark eyes, suggested, "We'll eat out. Who's got some cash?"
"I do, but it's for the rent for this place," replied Sakura.
"Let's just go to an all you can eat buffet, and then one of us will pretend to choke," suggested, Aaron.
"Naw," objected Sakura, "I'd rather steal it from some weak little runt."
"It's almost lunchtime at school, let's just take somebody's lunch money, and jet," said Azalea. Everyone agreed to this plan. It was certainly the cheapest way to get a decent meal, not to mention the most entertaining- for the group anyway.
30 minutes later
"Hand it over," demanded Sakura, angrily. She had been in the smuggling business for a year now. She was fed up of people making excuses for late payments.
"I don't have it," said a sixteen year old boy with sandy colored hair and cinnamon colored eyes.
"What do you mean you don't have it," demanded Azalea.
"You're already a month overdue," said Tony in disgust. "You've had plenty of time to earn the money.
"We gave the goods to you over six months ago," stated Aaron angrily. Nodding to Tony, he walked up to the boy. With the assistance of Tony he lifted him by the feet while the girls searched him.
"No money, 'ey?" asked Azalea, holding up a twenty dollar bill.
"That's shopping money from my mom," replied Frankie still hanging in Tony and Aaron hands.
"Tell you mom you made a smart investment," said Sakura glaring at him. "That's a warning," she added, as she and the rest walked off to buy some lunch.
"Sakura," called Tomoyo, as she ran up to her.
"Hi, Tomoyo," greeted Sakura.
"How's Eriol?" asked Aaron, looking mischievous. Tomoyo blushed.
"Fine," she replied, quietly.
"You guys go ahead, I'll catch up later," ordered Sakura.
Then addressing Sakura she demanded, "We need to talk. Where were you last week?! I only saw you once! How about you sit with me and Eriol for lunch?"
"Can't," answered Sakura.
"How about after school at your favorite cherry blossom tree?" asked Tomoyo.
Sakura's eyes widened. She was still trying to figure out how Tomoyo knew her so well even after she had started hanging with a different crowd. "Sure," said Sakura softly. The she turned on heel and ran to catch up with the others.
After School
I sat in one of the topmost branches in my favorite cherry blossom tree. I was waiting for Tomoyo. The last time I had really sat down and talked to her was three years ago after I had woken up in this very spot. I remember……
I sat awakened with a start in a branch of my favorite cherry blossom tree. My head was aching and my legs, fingers, arms, and toes were all numb because of the cold. I was trying to remember why I was here when it hit me. It all came rushing back in a bundle of emotions; anger, jealousy, and rage. I raced to Tomoyo's house, as fast as my numb legs would carry me.
As I approached the gates blocking the entrance to Tomoyo's house, the guard yelled,
"Miss Kinimoto, Miss Dajoubi is very anxious to see you."
Right before I started to knock, the door flung open. Tomoyo stood there with a face full of relief. "Where have you been?!, Tomoyo demanded. "You're so pale and cold," she stated rubbing my cold hands. Let get you inside so you can warm up."
"What happened?" asked Tomoyo, sitting on the rug next to me. We sat on one of the mansion's thick squishy, warm rugs in front of a burning fireplace.
"How long have I been gone," I asked hoarsely, avoiding her question. Tomoyo didn't seem to notice. If she did, she didn't show it.
"About two days now," came the reply. "Syaoran and Meilin would've stayed longer, but they had to get back." The room filled with silence as I thought of what had happened over the last few days. Pain stabbed me like a knife.
Finally, I said, "I hope they never come back."
"What's wrong, Sakura?" she asked concerned. She looked into my eyes, searching them as though the answer lied within them.
"I caught them kissing," I whispered, not believing the words that came from my own mouth.
"They wouldn't do that to you, Sakura, "stated Tomoyo confidently.
"That's what I thought," I replied, softly.
"I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding," she protested. "You'll see. Syoran will be back before you know it and you can be happy again.
I can be happy again? I thought. What Syaoran has to be near for me to be ok.
"I don't need Syaoran," I said harshly.
Tomoyo looked taken aback. Just like Syaoran and Meilin had two days ago. The same look of shock that said they were surprised to hear me snap at them. It made me angrier. Everyone thought of me as innocent Sakura. Harmless, gullible, and easy to take advantage of.
"Sakura, I know you don't men that," she said softly. "You and Syaoran were meant for each other.
"Shut up!" I screamed. "Don't ever say that name again in front of me again." I looked at her and glared so hard that I scared her into dropping the subject. Either that or she figured that I must've really meant what I said. I hated Syaoran and Meilin both for what they did to me.
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Hong Kong, China
A boy of sixteen named Syaoran sat at the head of the table at the celebration for his accomplishment. He had just been though the ceremony of crowning the Li leaders. He was now head of his clan, the Li clan.
He sighed as his thought drifted to a girl with bright green eyes and golden auburn hair. Poor Sakura. He had left without even explaining what had really happened three years ago. He wondered how she was doing.
He missed her so much. He wanted to see her face. To see her flash on of he cheery smiles. He'd give anything just to see her smile again. For the last time he saw her, her eyes were full of hate, anger, pain, and sorrow. The painful expression was forever imprinted in his mind. It hurt him to see her in pain. And it hurt even more to know that it was him who had made her feel that pain. He pushed the thoughts of Sakura out of his mind and concentrated on the speaker
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Syaoran Li sat at the table eating a breakfast with his mother, four sisters, and his fiancée, Meilin. Meilin sat with her les crossed under the table picking at her food while Yelan read the daily newspaper called the Hong Kong Happenings.( I know, corny name -_-;) Syaoran's four sisters sat giggling and talking about something Syaoran was trying to ignore. Syaoran himself was reading the sports section, which Yelan had discarded.
"Oh ,Iie!" exclaimed Yelan to herself. Syaoran looked up from the sports section while Meilin looked up from her plate and the talking and giggling deceased. Yelan face expression became serious. The others at table were now completely silent as they watch Yelan scan the newspaper, trying to comprehend what she was reading before her eyes.
"Meilin, Xiaolang, I've got something to tell you," announced Yelan, Syaoran Li's mother, as she looked up from the article she was reading.
"Yes?" said Meilin.
"Your going back to Japan," stated Yelan Li.
Author's Notes
Tell me, did I make Sakura's gang sound too much like the Mob? Hope you liked it. I know it might be a little boring right now, but I promise it'll get more interesting. Please let me know if I've made any spelling mistakes on the names. I'll fix it as soon as possible. Anyway, please continue to review, good and bad. You guys inspire me to write!
The sun seemed like a blinding flare to sixteen year old Sakura Kinimoto (Spelling?) on Monday morning as she sat up from the blue couch. She glanced at her watch to find that it was 11:39 a.m.
"Hey Tony, Aaron, Azalea, wake up," she said throwing a pillow to each of the sleeping figures.
"I'm up," said Aaron groggily, standing up from the floor while throwing away the empty beer bottle that had been in his hand when he woke up. He ran hand through his black, spiky, short hair. "What's for breakfast," he asked, as his blue eyes glanced at Azalea and Sakura.
Azalea who had followed his gazed, said, "Don't look at me."
Tony, who had been rubbing his dark eyes, suggested, "We'll eat out. Who's got some cash?"
"I do, but it's for the rent for this place," replied Sakura.
"Let's just go to an all you can eat buffet, and then one of us will pretend to choke," suggested, Aaron.
"Naw," objected Sakura, "I'd rather steal it from some weak little runt."
"It's almost lunchtime at school, let's just take somebody's lunch money, and jet," said Azalea. Everyone agreed to this plan. It was certainly the cheapest way to get a decent meal, not to mention the most entertaining- for the group anyway.
30 minutes later
"Hand it over," demanded Sakura, angrily. She had been in the smuggling business for a year now. She was fed up of people making excuses for late payments.
"I don't have it," said a sixteen year old boy with sandy colored hair and cinnamon colored eyes.
"What do you mean you don't have it," demanded Azalea.
"You're already a month overdue," said Tony in disgust. "You've had plenty of time to earn the money.
"We gave the goods to you over six months ago," stated Aaron angrily. Nodding to Tony, he walked up to the boy. With the assistance of Tony he lifted him by the feet while the girls searched him.
"No money, 'ey?" asked Azalea, holding up a twenty dollar bill.
"That's shopping money from my mom," replied Frankie still hanging in Tony and Aaron hands.
"Tell you mom you made a smart investment," said Sakura glaring at him. "That's a warning," she added, as she and the rest walked off to buy some lunch.
"Sakura," called Tomoyo, as she ran up to her.
"Hi, Tomoyo," greeted Sakura.
"How's Eriol?" asked Aaron, looking mischievous. Tomoyo blushed.
"Fine," she replied, quietly.
"You guys go ahead, I'll catch up later," ordered Sakura.
Then addressing Sakura she demanded, "We need to talk. Where were you last week?! I only saw you once! How about you sit with me and Eriol for lunch?"
"Can't," answered Sakura.
"How about after school at your favorite cherry blossom tree?" asked Tomoyo.
Sakura's eyes widened. She was still trying to figure out how Tomoyo knew her so well even after she had started hanging with a different crowd. "Sure," said Sakura softly. The she turned on heel and ran to catch up with the others.
After School
I sat in one of the topmost branches in my favorite cherry blossom tree. I was waiting for Tomoyo. The last time I had really sat down and talked to her was three years ago after I had woken up in this very spot. I remember……
I sat awakened with a start in a branch of my favorite cherry blossom tree. My head was aching and my legs, fingers, arms, and toes were all numb because of the cold. I was trying to remember why I was here when it hit me. It all came rushing back in a bundle of emotions; anger, jealousy, and rage. I raced to Tomoyo's house, as fast as my numb legs would carry me.
As I approached the gates blocking the entrance to Tomoyo's house, the guard yelled,
"Miss Kinimoto, Miss Dajoubi is very anxious to see you."
Right before I started to knock, the door flung open. Tomoyo stood there with a face full of relief. "Where have you been?!, Tomoyo demanded. "You're so pale and cold," she stated rubbing my cold hands. Let get you inside so you can warm up."
"What happened?" asked Tomoyo, sitting on the rug next to me. We sat on one of the mansion's thick squishy, warm rugs in front of a burning fireplace.
"How long have I been gone," I asked hoarsely, avoiding her question. Tomoyo didn't seem to notice. If she did, she didn't show it.
"About two days now," came the reply. "Syaoran and Meilin would've stayed longer, but they had to get back." The room filled with silence as I thought of what had happened over the last few days. Pain stabbed me like a knife.
Finally, I said, "I hope they never come back."
"What's wrong, Sakura?" she asked concerned. She looked into my eyes, searching them as though the answer lied within them.
"I caught them kissing," I whispered, not believing the words that came from my own mouth.
"They wouldn't do that to you, Sakura, "stated Tomoyo confidently.
"That's what I thought," I replied, softly.
"I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding," she protested. "You'll see. Syoran will be back before you know it and you can be happy again.
I can be happy again? I thought. What Syaoran has to be near for me to be ok.
"I don't need Syaoran," I said harshly.
Tomoyo looked taken aback. Just like Syaoran and Meilin had two days ago. The same look of shock that said they were surprised to hear me snap at them. It made me angrier. Everyone thought of me as innocent Sakura. Harmless, gullible, and easy to take advantage of.
"Sakura, I know you don't men that," she said softly. "You and Syaoran were meant for each other.
"Shut up!" I screamed. "Don't ever say that name again in front of me again." I looked at her and glared so hard that I scared her into dropping the subject. Either that or she figured that I must've really meant what I said. I hated Syaoran and Meilin both for what they did to me.
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Hong Kong, China
A boy of sixteen named Syaoran sat at the head of the table at the celebration for his accomplishment. He had just been though the ceremony of crowning the Li leaders. He was now head of his clan, the Li clan.
He sighed as his thought drifted to a girl with bright green eyes and golden auburn hair. Poor Sakura. He had left without even explaining what had really happened three years ago. He wondered how she was doing.
He missed her so much. He wanted to see her face. To see her flash on of he cheery smiles. He'd give anything just to see her smile again. For the last time he saw her, her eyes were full of hate, anger, pain, and sorrow. The painful expression was forever imprinted in his mind. It hurt him to see her in pain. And it hurt even more to know that it was him who had made her feel that pain. He pushed the thoughts of Sakura out of his mind and concentrated on the speaker
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Syaoran Li sat at the table eating a breakfast with his mother, four sisters, and his fiancée, Meilin. Meilin sat with her les crossed under the table picking at her food while Yelan read the daily newspaper called the Hong Kong Happenings.( I know, corny name -_-;) Syaoran's four sisters sat giggling and talking about something Syaoran was trying to ignore. Syaoran himself was reading the sports section, which Yelan had discarded.
"Oh ,Iie!" exclaimed Yelan to herself. Syaoran looked up from the sports section while Meilin looked up from her plate and the talking and giggling deceased. Yelan face expression became serious. The others at table were now completely silent as they watch Yelan scan the newspaper, trying to comprehend what she was reading before her eyes.
"Meilin, Xiaolang, I've got something to tell you," announced Yelan, Syaoran Li's mother, as she looked up from the article she was reading.
"Yes?" said Meilin.
"Your going back to Japan," stated Yelan Li.
Author's Notes
Tell me, did I make Sakura's gang sound too much like the Mob? Hope you liked it. I know it might be a little boring right now, but I promise it'll get more interesting. Please let me know if I've made any spelling mistakes on the names. I'll fix it as soon as possible. Anyway, please continue to review, good and bad. You guys inspire me to write!