Finding a Mother; Being a Mother
CHAPTER 10
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: We're on chapter ten already! I'm writing this before I've even uploaded chapters 8 and 9. My style is to procrastinate for about two weeks, then write about three-four chapters in two days. But I don't usually upload it for a long time since I don't go online a lot lately. Hmm.if I haven't told ya'll already, I think I'm writing some parts of Magic, written by SoUrPoP1004. She's too busy working on The Intern, and I have a lot of time, so I agreed to write a couple of chapters for her. And also, I have this great new idea for this one shot I'm thinking about. As soon as I finish this other one-shot I've begun to write. And as soon as I finish this chapter and upload the others. Oye! Read and Review, and enjoy!
Sakura gasped as one of the many historical monuments came into view through the many trees of Washington D.C.
They were riding in a taxi to a Japanese motel to stay at, and they took the scenic route through D.C. to get to Downtown.
It was 10 pm, and the night had been pretty uneventful except for the fact that Tomoyo and Eriol were now engaged.
As soon as Sakura and Syaoran arrived at the motel, they tried to check in- keyword, tried.
Tomoyo had, apparently, forgotten to get them reservations, and they were trying to talk to the woman at the front desk.
"May we have a room, please?" Sakura asked pleasantly.
"Okay. It's 89 dollars for two queen sized rooms each, so that bring the total to 181.78 dollar plus tax," the lady said in a heavy accent (just try to imagine Jackie Chan (the animated one)'s uncle's voice but higher).
"No, can we have ONE room? A king sized?" Syaoran said.
"Whattttttt?? To you two? My motel no sluthouse!!" the lady said.
"No, we're MARRIED," Sakura said.
"Stop lying! Bad, bad. You should be ashamed, young man. Trying to bed a young girl in a motel. BAD!" the lady insisted.
Syaoran gave up.
"Let's go," he whispered to Sakura, and they took their bags and left, the lady screaming, "Family dishonor!! You be ashame!! Bad, bad!! Kids these days."
They took another cab to the Hilton, where Syaoran got out his credit card to charge for a king Jacuzzi suite.
"Now, this is REAL honeymoon," Syaoran kissed Sakura and they went up to their room.
Twenty minutes later, they were both soaking in the bathtub with bubbles covering them.
"Ahh." Sakura stretched her arms and Syaoran blushed at the sight of her chest.
"What, you're embarrassed?" Sakura asked slyly.
"No, not that but.I'm not used to getting a free show," Syaoran said, and he ducked as Sakura tried to punch his head.
Sakura leaned forward and they kissed, tongues exploring their mouths until Syaoran's held up his hands and said, "Okay, stop. If we don't stop right now, who knows where we'll be going."
Sakura agreed and got out of the bathroom and wrapped a robe around her self and told Syaoran, "I love you, you know."
Syaoran grinned and said, "No duh. C'mon, tomorrow let's go to the U.S. Census Bureau. Maybe we'll find your mom by tomorrow."
"I doubt it, but we can't leave America until we find her. This is America, how hard is it going to be to find her?"
"I dunno. But let's just hope for the best, okay?"
"What's that supposed to mean," Sakura narrowed her eyes.
"No, I mean.what if she's moved to somewhere else? Like Africa? Or what if she has a whole new life with a new family? Or what if she's dead?" Syaoran paused.
"Don't say that," Sakura said seriously.
"Sakura, you have the face the truth. I mean, those are only what if's, but they could be true."
"I know. I'm just going to focus on finding her, okay? Then, I'll deal with the other things later."
"Whatever you say," Syaoran said, and tried to kiss her, but Sakura blocked him and went to sleep, pouting.
"You're mad."
Silence.
"Oh, come on. If you're not going to let me kiss you, let me kiss my child," Syaoran said, and gently kissed Sakura's tummy and tickled her, making Sakura giggle.
Next day.
"Could you take us to the US Census Bureau?" Sakura asked.
"Sure," the cabbie said, and wildly drove in less than ten minutes to a big, white serious-looking building.
"Thank you," Syaoran said, and paid the cabbie as they slowly walked inside.
Inside was very official looking, with a big front desk and a couple of people running around on the clean, marble floor.
"Wow," Sakura said.
"Hi, may I help you? Are you here for the tour?" the lady at the front desk asked.
"Uh.yeah, we're here for the tour," Syaoran fibbed.
"Right this way," she said, and led the couple over to a group of people.
Sakura and Syaoran tried to blend in and followed the fast-talking tour guide.
"Right over here is the room where people are still checking the census' that are suspicious or wrong. This room is blah blah blah." the tour guide droned on and on.
"Here's a hands on machine. It's for visitors. You can type in a name and using the latest technology and census, it'll give you state of where the person lives. Keep in mind this is just for fun; that's why it only gives the state."
Sakura and Syaoran pushed their way to the front and Sakura quickly typed in, 'Nadeshiko Karachi'
After waiting about three minutes, the computer beeped and seven letters were spelled out: New York.
"Let's go!" Sakura and Syaoran ran out of the building, getting quizzical looks from the rest of the tour group. They got two plane tickets for the next flight, which was leaving in an hour, so Sakura and Syaoran were busy packing.
"I'm done packing. I double-checked everything, everything's here. You got the passports and tickets?" Sakura asked.
"Check. Let's go," Syaoran said, and they hurried to the airport, where they did the usual security checks, and got to the gate just in time to hear the intercom say, "Last boarding call for flight 189 to New York."
Sakura and Syaoran showed their tickets to the flight attendant, and boarded the plane.
"Whew!" Sakura said.
"We've GOT to get faster. We barely made the flight!" Syaoran said.
"I know. I'm hoping we can find her by at least in two days so we can get back to Japan as quickly as we can. I called Dad yesterday, and he told me that all of my stuff and your was sent to the new house, which is only a block down from Dad's and Tomoyo's house, plus it's only 10 minutes away from school AND Tokyo University," Sakura said.
"Wow. That's a really convenient house," Syaoran said.
"Yeah. And apparently, your mom practically emptied her bank account to decorate the house. Touya told me all I have to do is live in it, there's furniture, kitchen stuff and food already in the pantry."
"That's cool. I'm really grateful to my mom for being so lenient. I mean.I didn't expect her to accept you that nicely as a daughter-in-law, since you have the cards and you're not part of some powerful clan," Syaoran said.
"Yeah. I'm grateful, too."
The rest of the flight was basically in silence, and soon they arrived in the heart of New York City.
"We should check into a hotel and try to find your mother from there," Syaoran suggested, and they got a cab to a nice hotel in the central of the Big Apple.
"Didn't my mom say that my mom wanted to be a model?" Sakura said.
"So are you suggesting that we try to big shot modeling companies?" Syaoran asked.
"Uh.yeah. So what are the biggest magazine places?" Sakura said.
"We should try Vogue first," Syaoran said.
"Okay. Let's go!" Sakura exclaimed, and as soon as they put their bags down in the hotel room, they took another cab to the Vogue business office.
"Hi, I was wondering if a model named Nadeshiko Karachi worked here," Sakura asked timidly.
"Oh, Nadeshiko. Yeah, here, I was just looking at this magazine," the woman at the front desk said, and gave Sakura an edition of the March magazine.
She flipped through it, and found a good, close up picture of Sakura's mother.
"Oh my," Sakura said, and slowly sank to the floor looking at the picture.
The woman was an exact replica of Sakura, except her hair was curly and she was slimmer (well, duh, Sakura has the baby).
"You guys look alike," the woman commented, while Syaoran thought, 'no duh'
"Do you know how I can contact her?" Syaoran asked.
"Ummm.no, since she quit in May. I don't think the pay was good enough for her, so she quit.but I do have her old address. Here," the woman said, and scribbled down on a piece of paper.
Sakura asked if she could keep the magazine, and the woman shrugged, "Sure."
They took another cab to the address, and they spotted a beautiful large, spacious condo/apartment.
"Wow. So this is the address?" Sakura asked the cab driver.
"Yup. Do you want me to wait for ya'll?" the driver asked.
"Sure," Sakura said, and they went into the apartment.
It was bare, and so they went down to the office.
"Do you have a new address for the tenant of apartment 16?" Sakura asked.
"Nope," the guy said.
"Well.what about her mail? Didn't she request a new address thingy to forward the mail?"
"Nope," the guy said.
"Do you have any way I can find her?"
"Nope," the guy said.
Sakura left in frustration, and told to cabbie to take them home.
"I don't mean to barge in, but it seems like you guys are looking for someone, the driver said.
"Yeah. My mom, she left our family when I was two, and I found out she's in America, so I'm looking for her," Sakura said.
"I have a way you can find her. My buddy works for the Finding Families Organization, and if you have some identification that you're related to her, he'll give you a new address," the driver said.
"Really? Oh thank you!!" Sakura squealed.
Syaoran winced, and said, "It's getting late, and we need our rest. Could you come to the front of the hotel at 8 in the morning to take us there?"
"Sure!" the driver said, and as soon as they arrived at the hotel, Syaoran paid him and gave him a large tip.
"To think, we might be meeting my mom this time tomorrow!" Sakura said.
"Yeah. It's cool that she's a model. C'mon, let's wash up. It's getting late," Syaoran said.
"Okay. G'night," Sakura said.
Next morning, 8:00.
"There he is!" Sakura exclaimed.
They were holding a briefcase, and got into the cab.
"It's kinda far from here, about thirty minutes. But don't worry, it'll be worth it. I've never met a guy who couldn't find anyone," the taxi driver said as he drove.
"So the organization is called Finding Families?" Syaoran asked.
"Yeah. But you HAVE to have identification, because they don't wanna just give out the addresses to people."
"Don't worry, we have a lot of id," Sakura said.
Twenty minutes later, they were in front of a nice looking home.
"So, does this guy work at home?" Sakura asked.
"Yeah. All of the people who work for the organization work at home," the cabbie explained and knocked on the door.
A nice looking man opened the door and said, "What's up, my man?" and hugged the driver.
"Yeah, I have some people I want you to meet. She's looking for her mom," the cab introduced.
"Yeah. Could you help us?"
"Sure! Come on in!" the guy led the trio to his office, where there were three computers whirring away.
"So, what's her name?"
"Nadeshiko Karachi."
"Do you have some ID?"
"Yeah, here," Sakura showed the guy her driver's license, her parent's marriage certificate and her birth certificate, which clearly said, "Sakura Kinomoto, born to father Fujitaka Kinomoto and mother Nadeshiko Karachi- Kinomoto."
"Perfect," the man said, and typed in Nadeshiko Karachi's name.
"I got two entries for Nadeshiko Karachi," the man said.
He clicked on both of them, and got a picture of both of them.
"It's the one on the left," Sakura pointed to the picture that looked like Sakura.
"Hoo boy, she really is your mother," the man said.
He quickly printed out the information and presented it to Sakura.
"Thank you SO much," Sakura said.
Syaoran got out his wallet and asked, "How much?"
"None. This is a non-profit organization," the man said.
They left the neighborhood, and after packing in ten minutes, their newest record time, they had the cabbie take them to the airport where they purchased tickets to LA, back where they had started.
A/N: Yay! Chapter 10's done~ We're getting pretty close to finding the mom, eh? I'm guess that there's going to be about ten more chapters from here, mostly about the baby. Sorry if you're going to see a lot of resemblances from 'Friends' and 'Reba', since I get some ideas from there about scenes for the baby and stuff. Hmm.can anyone guess what I'm going to say? REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!
CHAPTER 10
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: We're on chapter ten already! I'm writing this before I've even uploaded chapters 8 and 9. My style is to procrastinate for about two weeks, then write about three-four chapters in two days. But I don't usually upload it for a long time since I don't go online a lot lately. Hmm.if I haven't told ya'll already, I think I'm writing some parts of Magic, written by SoUrPoP1004. She's too busy working on The Intern, and I have a lot of time, so I agreed to write a couple of chapters for her. And also, I have this great new idea for this one shot I'm thinking about. As soon as I finish this other one-shot I've begun to write. And as soon as I finish this chapter and upload the others. Oye! Read and Review, and enjoy!
Sakura gasped as one of the many historical monuments came into view through the many trees of Washington D.C.
They were riding in a taxi to a Japanese motel to stay at, and they took the scenic route through D.C. to get to Downtown.
It was 10 pm, and the night had been pretty uneventful except for the fact that Tomoyo and Eriol were now engaged.
As soon as Sakura and Syaoran arrived at the motel, they tried to check in- keyword, tried.
Tomoyo had, apparently, forgotten to get them reservations, and they were trying to talk to the woman at the front desk.
"May we have a room, please?" Sakura asked pleasantly.
"Okay. It's 89 dollars for two queen sized rooms each, so that bring the total to 181.78 dollar plus tax," the lady said in a heavy accent (just try to imagine Jackie Chan (the animated one)'s uncle's voice but higher).
"No, can we have ONE room? A king sized?" Syaoran said.
"Whattttttt?? To you two? My motel no sluthouse!!" the lady said.
"No, we're MARRIED," Sakura said.
"Stop lying! Bad, bad. You should be ashamed, young man. Trying to bed a young girl in a motel. BAD!" the lady insisted.
Syaoran gave up.
"Let's go," he whispered to Sakura, and they took their bags and left, the lady screaming, "Family dishonor!! You be ashame!! Bad, bad!! Kids these days."
They took another cab to the Hilton, where Syaoran got out his credit card to charge for a king Jacuzzi suite.
"Now, this is REAL honeymoon," Syaoran kissed Sakura and they went up to their room.
Twenty minutes later, they were both soaking in the bathtub with bubbles covering them.
"Ahh." Sakura stretched her arms and Syaoran blushed at the sight of her chest.
"What, you're embarrassed?" Sakura asked slyly.
"No, not that but.I'm not used to getting a free show," Syaoran said, and he ducked as Sakura tried to punch his head.
Sakura leaned forward and they kissed, tongues exploring their mouths until Syaoran's held up his hands and said, "Okay, stop. If we don't stop right now, who knows where we'll be going."
Sakura agreed and got out of the bathroom and wrapped a robe around her self and told Syaoran, "I love you, you know."
Syaoran grinned and said, "No duh. C'mon, tomorrow let's go to the U.S. Census Bureau. Maybe we'll find your mom by tomorrow."
"I doubt it, but we can't leave America until we find her. This is America, how hard is it going to be to find her?"
"I dunno. But let's just hope for the best, okay?"
"What's that supposed to mean," Sakura narrowed her eyes.
"No, I mean.what if she's moved to somewhere else? Like Africa? Or what if she has a whole new life with a new family? Or what if she's dead?" Syaoran paused.
"Don't say that," Sakura said seriously.
"Sakura, you have the face the truth. I mean, those are only what if's, but they could be true."
"I know. I'm just going to focus on finding her, okay? Then, I'll deal with the other things later."
"Whatever you say," Syaoran said, and tried to kiss her, but Sakura blocked him and went to sleep, pouting.
"You're mad."
Silence.
"Oh, come on. If you're not going to let me kiss you, let me kiss my child," Syaoran said, and gently kissed Sakura's tummy and tickled her, making Sakura giggle.
Next day.
"Could you take us to the US Census Bureau?" Sakura asked.
"Sure," the cabbie said, and wildly drove in less than ten minutes to a big, white serious-looking building.
"Thank you," Syaoran said, and paid the cabbie as they slowly walked inside.
Inside was very official looking, with a big front desk and a couple of people running around on the clean, marble floor.
"Wow," Sakura said.
"Hi, may I help you? Are you here for the tour?" the lady at the front desk asked.
"Uh.yeah, we're here for the tour," Syaoran fibbed.
"Right this way," she said, and led the couple over to a group of people.
Sakura and Syaoran tried to blend in and followed the fast-talking tour guide.
"Right over here is the room where people are still checking the census' that are suspicious or wrong. This room is blah blah blah." the tour guide droned on and on.
"Here's a hands on machine. It's for visitors. You can type in a name and using the latest technology and census, it'll give you state of where the person lives. Keep in mind this is just for fun; that's why it only gives the state."
Sakura and Syaoran pushed their way to the front and Sakura quickly typed in, 'Nadeshiko Karachi'
After waiting about three minutes, the computer beeped and seven letters were spelled out: New York.
"Let's go!" Sakura and Syaoran ran out of the building, getting quizzical looks from the rest of the tour group. They got two plane tickets for the next flight, which was leaving in an hour, so Sakura and Syaoran were busy packing.
"I'm done packing. I double-checked everything, everything's here. You got the passports and tickets?" Sakura asked.
"Check. Let's go," Syaoran said, and they hurried to the airport, where they did the usual security checks, and got to the gate just in time to hear the intercom say, "Last boarding call for flight 189 to New York."
Sakura and Syaoran showed their tickets to the flight attendant, and boarded the plane.
"Whew!" Sakura said.
"We've GOT to get faster. We barely made the flight!" Syaoran said.
"I know. I'm hoping we can find her by at least in two days so we can get back to Japan as quickly as we can. I called Dad yesterday, and he told me that all of my stuff and your was sent to the new house, which is only a block down from Dad's and Tomoyo's house, plus it's only 10 minutes away from school AND Tokyo University," Sakura said.
"Wow. That's a really convenient house," Syaoran said.
"Yeah. And apparently, your mom practically emptied her bank account to decorate the house. Touya told me all I have to do is live in it, there's furniture, kitchen stuff and food already in the pantry."
"That's cool. I'm really grateful to my mom for being so lenient. I mean.I didn't expect her to accept you that nicely as a daughter-in-law, since you have the cards and you're not part of some powerful clan," Syaoran said.
"Yeah. I'm grateful, too."
The rest of the flight was basically in silence, and soon they arrived in the heart of New York City.
"We should check into a hotel and try to find your mother from there," Syaoran suggested, and they got a cab to a nice hotel in the central of the Big Apple.
"Didn't my mom say that my mom wanted to be a model?" Sakura said.
"So are you suggesting that we try to big shot modeling companies?" Syaoran asked.
"Uh.yeah. So what are the biggest magazine places?" Sakura said.
"We should try Vogue first," Syaoran said.
"Okay. Let's go!" Sakura exclaimed, and as soon as they put their bags down in the hotel room, they took another cab to the Vogue business office.
"Hi, I was wondering if a model named Nadeshiko Karachi worked here," Sakura asked timidly.
"Oh, Nadeshiko. Yeah, here, I was just looking at this magazine," the woman at the front desk said, and gave Sakura an edition of the March magazine.
She flipped through it, and found a good, close up picture of Sakura's mother.
"Oh my," Sakura said, and slowly sank to the floor looking at the picture.
The woman was an exact replica of Sakura, except her hair was curly and she was slimmer (well, duh, Sakura has the baby).
"You guys look alike," the woman commented, while Syaoran thought, 'no duh'
"Do you know how I can contact her?" Syaoran asked.
"Ummm.no, since she quit in May. I don't think the pay was good enough for her, so she quit.but I do have her old address. Here," the woman said, and scribbled down on a piece of paper.
Sakura asked if she could keep the magazine, and the woman shrugged, "Sure."
They took another cab to the address, and they spotted a beautiful large, spacious condo/apartment.
"Wow. So this is the address?" Sakura asked the cab driver.
"Yup. Do you want me to wait for ya'll?" the driver asked.
"Sure," Sakura said, and they went into the apartment.
It was bare, and so they went down to the office.
"Do you have a new address for the tenant of apartment 16?" Sakura asked.
"Nope," the guy said.
"Well.what about her mail? Didn't she request a new address thingy to forward the mail?"
"Nope," the guy said.
"Do you have any way I can find her?"
"Nope," the guy said.
Sakura left in frustration, and told to cabbie to take them home.
"I don't mean to barge in, but it seems like you guys are looking for someone, the driver said.
"Yeah. My mom, she left our family when I was two, and I found out she's in America, so I'm looking for her," Sakura said.
"I have a way you can find her. My buddy works for the Finding Families Organization, and if you have some identification that you're related to her, he'll give you a new address," the driver said.
"Really? Oh thank you!!" Sakura squealed.
Syaoran winced, and said, "It's getting late, and we need our rest. Could you come to the front of the hotel at 8 in the morning to take us there?"
"Sure!" the driver said, and as soon as they arrived at the hotel, Syaoran paid him and gave him a large tip.
"To think, we might be meeting my mom this time tomorrow!" Sakura said.
"Yeah. It's cool that she's a model. C'mon, let's wash up. It's getting late," Syaoran said.
"Okay. G'night," Sakura said.
Next morning, 8:00.
"There he is!" Sakura exclaimed.
They were holding a briefcase, and got into the cab.
"It's kinda far from here, about thirty minutes. But don't worry, it'll be worth it. I've never met a guy who couldn't find anyone," the taxi driver said as he drove.
"So the organization is called Finding Families?" Syaoran asked.
"Yeah. But you HAVE to have identification, because they don't wanna just give out the addresses to people."
"Don't worry, we have a lot of id," Sakura said.
Twenty minutes later, they were in front of a nice looking home.
"So, does this guy work at home?" Sakura asked.
"Yeah. All of the people who work for the organization work at home," the cabbie explained and knocked on the door.
A nice looking man opened the door and said, "What's up, my man?" and hugged the driver.
"Yeah, I have some people I want you to meet. She's looking for her mom," the cab introduced.
"Yeah. Could you help us?"
"Sure! Come on in!" the guy led the trio to his office, where there were three computers whirring away.
"So, what's her name?"
"Nadeshiko Karachi."
"Do you have some ID?"
"Yeah, here," Sakura showed the guy her driver's license, her parent's marriage certificate and her birth certificate, which clearly said, "Sakura Kinomoto, born to father Fujitaka Kinomoto and mother Nadeshiko Karachi- Kinomoto."
"Perfect," the man said, and typed in Nadeshiko Karachi's name.
"I got two entries for Nadeshiko Karachi," the man said.
He clicked on both of them, and got a picture of both of them.
"It's the one on the left," Sakura pointed to the picture that looked like Sakura.
"Hoo boy, she really is your mother," the man said.
He quickly printed out the information and presented it to Sakura.
"Thank you SO much," Sakura said.
Syaoran got out his wallet and asked, "How much?"
"None. This is a non-profit organization," the man said.
They left the neighborhood, and after packing in ten minutes, their newest record time, they had the cabbie take them to the airport where they purchased tickets to LA, back where they had started.
A/N: Yay! Chapter 10's done~ We're getting pretty close to finding the mom, eh? I'm guess that there's going to be about ten more chapters from here, mostly about the baby. Sorry if you're going to see a lot of resemblances from 'Friends' and 'Reba', since I get some ideas from there about scenes for the baby and stuff. Hmm.can anyone guess what I'm going to say? REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!