1 Finding a Mother; Being a Mother
CHAPTER 1
Summary: Sakura finds out that her mom is not dead, but actually alive and living somewhere in the world. She goes on a quest to find her mother and find the truth- but meanwhile, she's pregnant with Syaoran's baby. In the end, she finds her mother. But who is she? And why did she leave?
A/N: Prologue posted up…yay!!! So we're already at chapter one. What's going to happen in this chapter? Read and find out. After you do, please feel the URGE to review….haha, I've been watching too many Clairol Herbal Essences commercials..
"How the hell am I going to find my mother?" Sakura asked, dumfounded.
She took a deep breath and decided to plan it out.
Of course, it was summer now, and she had her own car so she could spend her time and money on whatever she wanted to.
Sakura grabbed a pen and sheet of pencil and wrote,
Plan to Find Mom:
Go through Dad's documents
Go to Library and find some newspaper records, birth records, etc, etc.
Go tell Syaoran
Go find her.
Find her
Sakura stood up and went to her dad's office.
There, on his desk, was a small stack of uneven papers.
She took them, and on the way up, got some chips and ranch dip.
Lying on her bed, she ate the Ruffles and looked at the first paper.
It was their marriage document.
"Nadeshiko Karachi. Married to Fujitaka Kinomoto on June 27th." Sakura read aloud.
"No information…" she moved on to the next paper.
A divorce document.
Sakura felt a pang in her stomach.
She had never imagined her parents being divorced…
"Nadeshiko Karachi wishes to divorce Fujitaka Kinomoto." She read the post- it.
Suddenly, Sakura felt her stomach convulsing and rushed to the bathroom to throw up.
Flushing the toilet, she came of the bathroom wiping her mouth.
She bumped into Touya, who stood there tapping his foot.
"Bad dip?" Sakura lamely said.
"What's up?" Touya said.
"Nothing…I don't know, I just threw up," Sakura said.
Trying to change the subject, she asked, "Do you know where Mom went after she left?"
Touya shrugged and answered, "I don't care. I've moved on," and abruptly left.
Sakura also shrugged and went back to her room.
There was news clipping of their marriage in the Tomoeda Times, a photocopy of her mother's birth certificate, and a picture of her parent's wedding.
Sakura stared at it, evaluating her mother.
Her mother's body at 21 was built like her— slender and tall.
Her long auburn hair tumbled down to her wait in large curls and her slim waist and moderate chest made her body perfect.
But what struck Sakura the most were her large emerald eyes.
They shone with happiness and contentment.
"I never would've guessed you were going to divorce that guy in 7 years, eh?" Sakura said.
After looking through the pile, Sakura was at a dead end. She didn't know where to start—she had almost no info on where her mother could be.
At least she knew what her mother looked like…
She fingered the phone in her room.
"That's it! I'll call Syaoran! He'll help me…"
Sakura busily dialed his number.
"Hello?" answered a deep, masculine, hot, sexy voice.
"Hello? Syaoran? You won't believe what happened to me today…" Sakura went on to explain what had happened. Suddenly, she felt her stomach lurching again, and brought her hand to her mouth.
Luckily, she didn't have to run to the bathroom and throw up; she didn't throw up but did a lot of gagging.
"Sak?" asked a muffled voice from the phone.
"I'm okay, I'm okay," Sakura said, obviously startled, "I threw up a couple of minutes ago, and I guess I'm not quite finished."
Syaoran worriedly said, "I'll be right over, Hon, okay?"
"No, that's ok—" the phone went dead.
Sakura felt her stomach.
She shook her head, thinking 'no it couldn't be'.
When the doorbell rang, Sakura jumped up and got it.
"Hey!" Sakura said lightly.
"What's wrong? Do you have a fever? Are you okay?" Syaoran asked, feeling her head with his hand.
"I'm okay—but what's important now is finding my mom. Help!!" Sakura said sweetly.
"I know just the place to go."
Stepping out of Syaoran's navy blue jeep, they were in downtown Tokyo, in front of a Government building.
"Syaoran, are you sure we can go in there?" Sakura asked nervously, eying the tough security guards who were milling around with eyes like hawks.
"Trust me, I know what I'm doing," Syaoran replied.
He walked straight up to a security guard and asked him where the voting records were.
"There on the fourth floor."
Sakura followed Syaoran up the elevator and into a reception area, where he asked an old lady if he could see voting records for Japan.
(a/n: I have no clue about the government stuff in japan, so if there isn't any voting, pardon me)
"I'm sorry, we're not allowed to let anyone see those," the lady replied.
"I'm from the Li clan…of Hong Kong?" Syaoran said.
"Oh! Forgive me, of course you can. Who are you looking for?" the lady asked, as she got up and led them into a room stacked with tons of books.
"Nadeshiko Karachi."
The lady flipped through the book, peering at names.
"Not in here for last year. That means she probably doesn't live in Japan anymore."
Sakura sank to her knees, her head buried between her knees.
"But she IS in here for year before. Apparently, she move between then," the lady explained.
"Is there an address?" Sakura asked hopefully.
"Only where she registered to vote; and that could be anywhere. But you could probably go to the voting center where she voted and find her address there."
"Thank you!"
After getting the appropriate address from the lady, Sakura felt her stomach lurching again.
Running to the bathroom with Syaoran in hand, they both went into a stall and Syaoran patted Sakura's back.
When Sakura was finished, she rinsed her mouth.
"Honey, I'm worried," Syaoran said, "Why do you keep on throwing up?"
"I don't know….eek!" Sakura exclaimed.
"What?"
"You're in a GIRL'S BATHROOM, silly!!" Sakura said, giggling.
Syaoran's face turned tomato red and he ran out…
Afterwards, Syaoran and Sakura traveled half an hour to a medium large urban city, which was much like Tomoeda.
"128645 Main Street," Sakura read aloud, as Syaoran drove slowly.
"There it is," Syaoran said.
Sakura got out of the car while Syaoran parked, and she ran inside.
"Excuse me, do you have the address of a person who voted here two years ago?" Sakura asked breathlessly.
"I'm sorry, that's privileged information."
"But you see, I'm her daughter!!" Sakura exclaimed.
"And I'm Syaoran Li, from the Li clan in Hong Kong?" Syaoran stepped in.
"In that case, its fine," the man who had been speaking said.
He turned around and started typing on the computer.
"Name?"
"Nadeshiko Karachi."
"She lived in this city. Her address is…crap!" the man swore as the computer froze.
"AUGH!!" Sakura exasperatedly sighed.
Fifteen minutes later, they were on their way again to a desolate neighborhood.
"Dude, did this place get deserted or what?" Syaoran asked.
"I don't know," Sakura said, peering around.
Sakura sighed, tired, and told Syaoran to drive her home.
"C'mon, you can't just give up like that!" Syaoran pleaded.
"I don't know…I'm too exhausted…" Sakura replied.
"Well, let's go get some food. Tacos?"
"Yah…okay."
Sakura got into the car.
They quickly got into the car, and once they got out Sakura inhaled deeply, expecting the nice spicy smell of salsa and tacos…but that's not what she got.
They had parked near the back, close to the kitchen, and obviously there was some grease involved.
"Kech! Kech!" Sakura coughed, and ran to the bathroom.
Syaoran breathed it in and his lip turned up at the smell, but he didn't feel nauseous.
He waited outside (being kind of smarter now) and when she came out, he puttered all over her like a mother hen.
"What's wrong?" he demanded, "That's the THIRD time you've thrown up today, and you haven't even eaten anything! THIRD time! THIRD time, ya hear me?"
Sakura nodded meekly.
They started walking back to the car, since Sakura couldn't stand the smell of the oil.
Suddenly, Syaoran whirled around, concern on his face.
"When has this throwing up thing started?" he demanded.
"Today?"
Syaoran quickly calculated in his head.
"It's been six weeks since your birthday…how long has it been since your period?" Syaoran asked.
"My period was due almost a week ago…"
"Oh dear…get in the car."
Syaoran jumped into the car and rushed out onto the freeway.
"Syaoran, you're going the wrong way," Sakura said.
"No I'm not."
"We have to say the 65-North? We're going south…"
"Yeah, but the hospital's this way."
A/N: Chapter one done!! Yay!! Like I said before, the plot's kinda twisted. I'm "trying" to add more S&S fluff in there…but I'm all out of sugar. Would it be too twisted to make Sakura have leukemia? Just kidding! I'm not putting that in there…that'd be WAY too weird, even for me.
CHAPTER 1
Summary: Sakura finds out that her mom is not dead, but actually alive and living somewhere in the world. She goes on a quest to find her mother and find the truth- but meanwhile, she's pregnant with Syaoran's baby. In the end, she finds her mother. But who is she? And why did she leave?
A/N: Prologue posted up…yay!!! So we're already at chapter one. What's going to happen in this chapter? Read and find out. After you do, please feel the URGE to review….haha, I've been watching too many Clairol Herbal Essences commercials..
"How the hell am I going to find my mother?" Sakura asked, dumfounded.
She took a deep breath and decided to plan it out.
Of course, it was summer now, and she had her own car so she could spend her time and money on whatever she wanted to.
Sakura grabbed a pen and sheet of pencil and wrote,
Plan to Find Mom:
Go through Dad's documents
Go to Library and find some newspaper records, birth records, etc, etc.
Go tell Syaoran
Go find her.
Find her
Sakura stood up and went to her dad's office.
There, on his desk, was a small stack of uneven papers.
She took them, and on the way up, got some chips and ranch dip.
Lying on her bed, she ate the Ruffles and looked at the first paper.
It was their marriage document.
"Nadeshiko Karachi. Married to Fujitaka Kinomoto on June 27th." Sakura read aloud.
"No information…" she moved on to the next paper.
A divorce document.
Sakura felt a pang in her stomach.
She had never imagined her parents being divorced…
"Nadeshiko Karachi wishes to divorce Fujitaka Kinomoto." She read the post- it.
Suddenly, Sakura felt her stomach convulsing and rushed to the bathroom to throw up.
Flushing the toilet, she came of the bathroom wiping her mouth.
She bumped into Touya, who stood there tapping his foot.
"Bad dip?" Sakura lamely said.
"What's up?" Touya said.
"Nothing…I don't know, I just threw up," Sakura said.
Trying to change the subject, she asked, "Do you know where Mom went after she left?"
Touya shrugged and answered, "I don't care. I've moved on," and abruptly left.
Sakura also shrugged and went back to her room.
There was news clipping of their marriage in the Tomoeda Times, a photocopy of her mother's birth certificate, and a picture of her parent's wedding.
Sakura stared at it, evaluating her mother.
Her mother's body at 21 was built like her— slender and tall.
Her long auburn hair tumbled down to her wait in large curls and her slim waist and moderate chest made her body perfect.
But what struck Sakura the most were her large emerald eyes.
They shone with happiness and contentment.
"I never would've guessed you were going to divorce that guy in 7 years, eh?" Sakura said.
After looking through the pile, Sakura was at a dead end. She didn't know where to start—she had almost no info on where her mother could be.
At least she knew what her mother looked like…
She fingered the phone in her room.
"That's it! I'll call Syaoran! He'll help me…"
Sakura busily dialed his number.
"Hello?" answered a deep, masculine, hot, sexy voice.
"Hello? Syaoran? You won't believe what happened to me today…" Sakura went on to explain what had happened. Suddenly, she felt her stomach lurching again, and brought her hand to her mouth.
Luckily, she didn't have to run to the bathroom and throw up; she didn't throw up but did a lot of gagging.
"Sak?" asked a muffled voice from the phone.
"I'm okay, I'm okay," Sakura said, obviously startled, "I threw up a couple of minutes ago, and I guess I'm not quite finished."
Syaoran worriedly said, "I'll be right over, Hon, okay?"
"No, that's ok—" the phone went dead.
Sakura felt her stomach.
She shook her head, thinking 'no it couldn't be'.
When the doorbell rang, Sakura jumped up and got it.
"Hey!" Sakura said lightly.
"What's wrong? Do you have a fever? Are you okay?" Syaoran asked, feeling her head with his hand.
"I'm okay—but what's important now is finding my mom. Help!!" Sakura said sweetly.
"I know just the place to go."
Stepping out of Syaoran's navy blue jeep, they were in downtown Tokyo, in front of a Government building.
"Syaoran, are you sure we can go in there?" Sakura asked nervously, eying the tough security guards who were milling around with eyes like hawks.
"Trust me, I know what I'm doing," Syaoran replied.
He walked straight up to a security guard and asked him where the voting records were.
"There on the fourth floor."
Sakura followed Syaoran up the elevator and into a reception area, where he asked an old lady if he could see voting records for Japan.
(a/n: I have no clue about the government stuff in japan, so if there isn't any voting, pardon me)
"I'm sorry, we're not allowed to let anyone see those," the lady replied.
"I'm from the Li clan…of Hong Kong?" Syaoran said.
"Oh! Forgive me, of course you can. Who are you looking for?" the lady asked, as she got up and led them into a room stacked with tons of books.
"Nadeshiko Karachi."
The lady flipped through the book, peering at names.
"Not in here for last year. That means she probably doesn't live in Japan anymore."
Sakura sank to her knees, her head buried between her knees.
"But she IS in here for year before. Apparently, she move between then," the lady explained.
"Is there an address?" Sakura asked hopefully.
"Only where she registered to vote; and that could be anywhere. But you could probably go to the voting center where she voted and find her address there."
"Thank you!"
After getting the appropriate address from the lady, Sakura felt her stomach lurching again.
Running to the bathroom with Syaoran in hand, they both went into a stall and Syaoran patted Sakura's back.
When Sakura was finished, she rinsed her mouth.
"Honey, I'm worried," Syaoran said, "Why do you keep on throwing up?"
"I don't know….eek!" Sakura exclaimed.
"What?"
"You're in a GIRL'S BATHROOM, silly!!" Sakura said, giggling.
Syaoran's face turned tomato red and he ran out…
Afterwards, Syaoran and Sakura traveled half an hour to a medium large urban city, which was much like Tomoeda.
"128645 Main Street," Sakura read aloud, as Syaoran drove slowly.
"There it is," Syaoran said.
Sakura got out of the car while Syaoran parked, and she ran inside.
"Excuse me, do you have the address of a person who voted here two years ago?" Sakura asked breathlessly.
"I'm sorry, that's privileged information."
"But you see, I'm her daughter!!" Sakura exclaimed.
"And I'm Syaoran Li, from the Li clan in Hong Kong?" Syaoran stepped in.
"In that case, its fine," the man who had been speaking said.
He turned around and started typing on the computer.
"Name?"
"Nadeshiko Karachi."
"She lived in this city. Her address is…crap!" the man swore as the computer froze.
"AUGH!!" Sakura exasperatedly sighed.
Fifteen minutes later, they were on their way again to a desolate neighborhood.
"Dude, did this place get deserted or what?" Syaoran asked.
"I don't know," Sakura said, peering around.
Sakura sighed, tired, and told Syaoran to drive her home.
"C'mon, you can't just give up like that!" Syaoran pleaded.
"I don't know…I'm too exhausted…" Sakura replied.
"Well, let's go get some food. Tacos?"
"Yah…okay."
Sakura got into the car.
They quickly got into the car, and once they got out Sakura inhaled deeply, expecting the nice spicy smell of salsa and tacos…but that's not what she got.
They had parked near the back, close to the kitchen, and obviously there was some grease involved.
"Kech! Kech!" Sakura coughed, and ran to the bathroom.
Syaoran breathed it in and his lip turned up at the smell, but he didn't feel nauseous.
He waited outside (being kind of smarter now) and when she came out, he puttered all over her like a mother hen.
"What's wrong?" he demanded, "That's the THIRD time you've thrown up today, and you haven't even eaten anything! THIRD time! THIRD time, ya hear me?"
Sakura nodded meekly.
They started walking back to the car, since Sakura couldn't stand the smell of the oil.
Suddenly, Syaoran whirled around, concern on his face.
"When has this throwing up thing started?" he demanded.
"Today?"
Syaoran quickly calculated in his head.
"It's been six weeks since your birthday…how long has it been since your period?" Syaoran asked.
"My period was due almost a week ago…"
"Oh dear…get in the car."
Syaoran jumped into the car and rushed out onto the freeway.
"Syaoran, you're going the wrong way," Sakura said.
"No I'm not."
"We have to say the 65-North? We're going south…"
"Yeah, but the hospital's this way."
A/N: Chapter one done!! Yay!! Like I said before, the plot's kinda twisted. I'm "trying" to add more S&S fluff in there…but I'm all out of sugar. Would it be too twisted to make Sakura have leukemia? Just kidding! I'm not putting that in there…that'd be WAY too weird, even for me.