Card Captor S: Episode I: Act I-
Card Captor S(tar) © Kitaino Megami-
A Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction-
Card Captor Sakura © CLAMP
Episode 1: Stars Dawning
A small girl sat on a swing crying softly. The girl blinked, revealing a pair of extremely pale blue eyes, with flakes of silver stirred in. Strands of green hair hung loose from her now thick, messy braid, which hung down her back, ending somewhere not far above her knees. It was also astonishing, like the girls eyes, and was a brilliant shade of jungle green. Her bangs parted in the middle of her forehead and hung down either side, resting below her chin. Two extremely pale pink ribbons bound the ends of the braid, one at the top and one at the bottom. She ran her are across her eyes a few times, sniffling.
"Mumma. Daddy. I don't want to leave."
A hand reached up holding out a pale blue rose to the girl.
"Don't cry, Little One. It shouldn't be forever. We'll see you again."
"Mumma. " the girl cried, throwing her arms around the tall, elegant woman whose pale blue eyes echoed those of her daughter.
The woman's hair was long and hung down below almost to her ankles. A braid was pulled from both sides of the woman's head and merge in back, near the base of her neck, to form one large braid which laid atop the lower portion of the woman's hair which hung loose. Her hair was a silverish blue leaving many people amazed to discover that her daughter's hair was such a stunning shade of green. The woman lifted her own teary gaze to look at the man who was her husband. He stared back at her briefly, his striking turquoise eyes revealing nothing about the inner torture he was presently experiencing. When he could no longer bear the tears of the two people he cared for most, he turned his head. Silently, a soft but chilling breeze slipped across the playground, causing his sort violet hair to rustle in the wind. A thin, lofty old woman, with wispy grey-white hair, and a younger woman of around 23, approached the sad trio. The older lady's thin lips where pressed tightly together as she reached out and tapped the mother on the shoulder. Turning slowly, the mother nodded, reluctantly releasing her small child. Her father picked her up, whispering comforting words in her ear as he handed her a gift wrapped in pink satin-like cloth.
"Keep it until you get a letter. I'll send it to you myself, it'll tell you to open it."
The older, grey-haired lady reached out her hand to intercept the gift, "I'll keep it for her, to make sure she doesn't open it until she is told to."
The little girl's father snapped the package away, "She may be small but she's smarter then you seem to think," he snarled angrily.
The lady laughed, a rough, cackling sort of laugh which made the little girl cling closer to her father, burying her face in his indigo colored silk shirt, not wanting to see the lady's cold, uncaring eyes.
"She can't be more than three!"
He stared at the lady, "She may be young, but she's extremely intelligent."
The lady shook her head, "Chances are, she still doesn't understand what you mean! The girl is three!"
The other, younger lady, with her soft amber hair and kind cinnamon eyes, tapped the older woman on the shoulder, "I read the information about this little girl, she's extremely gifted and seems to have near, if not surpassing, a genius level IQ."
"Alright then! She can keep it, but don't complain to me if she doesn't obey you!"
"She's not a pet! She doesn't have to obey! As long as she listens to instructions!" The child's mother shouted.
The younger woman walked over to the mother, "Please, ma'am. Don't worry about your daughter," she spoke softly, "Uriko-san is old and callous, but I can assure you that I will keep a close eye on her for you. As if she where of my own family."
The mother nodded, "Thank you."
"You are welcome," she said and approached the father. She held out her arms to the little girl. "Come now, small one. I'll take good care of you while you are away from your Mumma and Daddy. I won't let anyone hurt you."
The small girl's sobbing slowed as she lifted her head to look and the soft- spoken woman, "Bu.. but I don't wanna go."
"Oh, I understand, you'll miss them, right?"
The girl nodded.
"But I'm sure you'll like it a Kansei Village. And they'll write to you and you can write them," she cast a sad glance at the child. "If you ever miss them, you can come and she me. We'll even call them if you'd like."
"Mumma?" the girl asked. "Promise?"
Her mother nodded and helped her daughter into the arms of this near stranger whom she, for some unknown reason, so readily trusted.
"Mumma. Daddy. I love you dearly." she whispered, closing her eyes against the oddly familiar warmth she felt from the woman's arms.
"We love you, too," they whispered into her ear.
As the two women walked away from the parents, Uriko snuffed, "This is exactly why I plan on retiring soon and never looking at another child in my life. This line of work is so aggravating!" she barked.
"Uriko-san!" the younger woman chastised, "You are very cruel sometimes!" She shook her head, her short amber hair encircling her face as she placed her precious cargo into the backseat.
Episode 1: Stars Dawning
A small girl sat on a swing crying softly. The girl blinked, revealing a pair of extremely pale blue eyes, with flakes of silver stirred in. Strands of green hair hung loose from her now thick, messy braid, which hung down her back, ending somewhere not far above her knees. It was also astonishing, like the girls eyes, and was a brilliant shade of jungle green. Her bangs parted in the middle of her forehead and hung down either side, resting below her chin. Two extremely pale pink ribbons bound the ends of the braid, one at the top and one at the bottom. She ran her are across her eyes a few times, sniffling.
"Mumma. Daddy. I don't want to leave."
A hand reached up holding out a pale blue rose to the girl.
"Don't cry, Little One. It shouldn't be forever. We'll see you again."
"Mumma. " the girl cried, throwing her arms around the tall, elegant woman whose pale blue eyes echoed those of her daughter.
The woman's hair was long and hung down below almost to her ankles. A braid was pulled from both sides of the woman's head and merge in back, near the base of her neck, to form one large braid which laid atop the lower portion of the woman's hair which hung loose. Her hair was a silverish blue leaving many people amazed to discover that her daughter's hair was such a stunning shade of green. The woman lifted her own teary gaze to look at the man who was her husband. He stared back at her briefly, his striking turquoise eyes revealing nothing about the inner torture he was presently experiencing. When he could no longer bear the tears of the two people he cared for most, he turned his head. Silently, a soft but chilling breeze slipped across the playground, causing his sort violet hair to rustle in the wind. A thin, lofty old woman, with wispy grey-white hair, and a younger woman of around 23, approached the sad trio. The older lady's thin lips where pressed tightly together as she reached out and tapped the mother on the shoulder. Turning slowly, the mother nodded, reluctantly releasing her small child. Her father picked her up, whispering comforting words in her ear as he handed her a gift wrapped in pink satin-like cloth.
"Keep it until you get a letter. I'll send it to you myself, it'll tell you to open it."
The older, grey-haired lady reached out her hand to intercept the gift, "I'll keep it for her, to make sure she doesn't open it until she is told to."
The little girl's father snapped the package away, "She may be small but she's smarter then you seem to think," he snarled angrily.
The lady laughed, a rough, cackling sort of laugh which made the little girl cling closer to her father, burying her face in his indigo colored silk shirt, not wanting to see the lady's cold, uncaring eyes.
"She can't be more than three!"
He stared at the lady, "She may be young, but she's extremely intelligent."
The lady shook her head, "Chances are, she still doesn't understand what you mean! The girl is three!"
The other, younger lady, with her soft amber hair and kind cinnamon eyes, tapped the older woman on the shoulder, "I read the information about this little girl, she's extremely gifted and seems to have near, if not surpassing, a genius level IQ."
"Alright then! She can keep it, but don't complain to me if she doesn't obey you!"
"She's not a pet! She doesn't have to obey! As long as she listens to instructions!" The child's mother shouted.
The younger woman walked over to the mother, "Please, ma'am. Don't worry about your daughter," she spoke softly, "Uriko-san is old and callous, but I can assure you that I will keep a close eye on her for you. As if she where of my own family."
The mother nodded, "Thank you."
"You are welcome," she said and approached the father. She held out her arms to the little girl. "Come now, small one. I'll take good care of you while you are away from your Mumma and Daddy. I won't let anyone hurt you."
The small girl's sobbing slowed as she lifted her head to look and the soft- spoken woman, "Bu.. but I don't wanna go."
"Oh, I understand, you'll miss them, right?"
The girl nodded.
"But I'm sure you'll like it a Kansei Village. And they'll write to you and you can write them," she cast a sad glance at the child. "If you ever miss them, you can come and she me. We'll even call them if you'd like."
"Mumma?" the girl asked. "Promise?"
Her mother nodded and helped her daughter into the arms of this near stranger whom she, for some unknown reason, so readily trusted.
"Mumma. Daddy. I love you dearly." she whispered, closing her eyes against the oddly familiar warmth she felt from the woman's arms.
"We love you, too," they whispered into her ear.
As the two women walked away from the parents, Uriko snuffed, "This is exactly why I plan on retiring soon and never looking at another child in my life. This line of work is so aggravating!" she barked.
"Uriko-san!" the younger woman chastised, "You are very cruel sometimes!" She shook her head, her short amber hair encircling her face as she placed her precious cargo into the backseat.