Chapter 1--- the postcard
Syaoran lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. After an hour or so of tossing and turning he gave up thoughts of sleep. Sleep hadn't come easy for the past few days. He had a bad feeling deep down. He tried to deny it but a part of him knew it had to do with the one he left behind.
"Sakura" he said quietly.
He turned on a weak light and fumbled around for something. Once he found the key he pulled out a chest from underneath his bed. Working as silently as possible he unlocked the chest and pulled back the lid. Inside there lay many various things. It was mainly letters but a few pictures and objects lay among the mess. After moving a few gifts looking items and many letters he came across a small box.
He used yet another key to unlock this and inside lay yet more letters. These letters looked distinctly different from the others. They lay in the box with the greatest of care. There was a distinct color of pink on each and to the magical eye each had a faint yet distinct pink aura. He pulled out a letter from the box, the folds looked like they had been unfolded and refolded many times. He lay back on the bed and read the letter.
Hi Syaoran-kun,
How are you doing?? We all miss you so much. Oh yeah, thank you so much for the postcard! It's so beautiful. Hong Kong really looks like a nice place. I was worried for a while that I was sending letters to the wrong address, but now that you responded and I'm sure this is where you live I'll send more. Tomoyo and the others said they sent you letters too. You should send them postcards too they'd love to hear from you. By the way kero-chan's still with me. I think he's played every game possible. He started wandering around recently. He won't tell where he goes. He might just be going to gawk at the food store windows. Yue/ Yukito seems to be doing fine. Oni-chan and him have started dating and I'm OK with that. After the question in your postcard about any strange magical auras I spent some time trying to concentrate on them. I don't know if I'm just out of practice but I can't feel anything wrong. Should I? I hope you aren't worried. You always used to get so worried. Well I have to go now, I'll write soon.
3 Sakura 3
PS I included some pictures of us all at the moon shrine festival. Send some pictures to us. Please =)
Syaoran pulled out a photo album from the chest and flipped through the pictures. Sakura looked happy and smiling in all of them except the last few. In most recent pictures she looked a bit worried about something. She wouldn't mention anything in her letters but according to Tomoyo something was up.
Looking at the box of pink letters he started thinking. "It's amazing actually, She kept writing to me even though I didn't respond for nearly a year. And the 'wonderful postcard' was just an ordinary one off the streets with a picture of Hong Kong. I didn't even write that much and it was mostly about magic, strictly business. Everyone else got discouraged, she kept writing."
He reached inside his nightstand and pulled out two postcards and a pen and began writing.
"I'm leaving!!!!" Sakura yelled as she skated off to school.
Her father watched her leave then turned to his son who was coming down the stairs, looking only half-awake.
"Touya, are you working today?" he asked
"Not till later. I traded shifts with somebody." He said groggily, apparently he had just gotten up.
"Ah good. I have to run off to work. Can you pick us up a few thing at the store?"
"OK, I'll go later."
"All right, I'm leaving now. Oh by the way can you bring that basket of clothes up to Sakura's room?" Without waiting for an answer, "Thanks bye!"
"Yawn."
After eating breakfast he carried the basket up the stairs. Pushing the door open he looked around for a second before entering the room. He placed the basket next to her closet. On his way to leave the room something caught his eye, the postcards. They lined her mirror.
"The brat," he grumbled to himself. He could almost see Sakura now. 'Syaoran's not a brat Oni-chan!!!'
As far as he was concerned he was a brat. He still remembered the year before the first postcard. Since the day he left she had gone to the mailbox everyday. Her hope was time after time replaced by a disappointed expression after returning without the letter she wanted.
After a few months she started sending less and less letters, and would occasionally forget to check the mailbox. But she never stopped completely. Then it finally came, the postcard. Instantly she perked up. She wasn't usually depressed but the look she had when she got the postcard was definitely something he hadn't seen for a long time. He remembered thinking that the smile she had then was reserved for Syaoran. It was the same with each postcard. Each weren't much but they seemed to be the world to her.
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Please review!! This is my first Fanfic!! All I need to know is whether you think I should add the other 8 chapters that I have to this or give up. the plot get's better later on. ^.^ Thanx
Syaoran lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. After an hour or so of tossing and turning he gave up thoughts of sleep. Sleep hadn't come easy for the past few days. He had a bad feeling deep down. He tried to deny it but a part of him knew it had to do with the one he left behind.
"Sakura" he said quietly.
He turned on a weak light and fumbled around for something. Once he found the key he pulled out a chest from underneath his bed. Working as silently as possible he unlocked the chest and pulled back the lid. Inside there lay many various things. It was mainly letters but a few pictures and objects lay among the mess. After moving a few gifts looking items and many letters he came across a small box.
He used yet another key to unlock this and inside lay yet more letters. These letters looked distinctly different from the others. They lay in the box with the greatest of care. There was a distinct color of pink on each and to the magical eye each had a faint yet distinct pink aura. He pulled out a letter from the box, the folds looked like they had been unfolded and refolded many times. He lay back on the bed and read the letter.
Hi Syaoran-kun,
How are you doing?? We all miss you so much. Oh yeah, thank you so much for the postcard! It's so beautiful. Hong Kong really looks like a nice place. I was worried for a while that I was sending letters to the wrong address, but now that you responded and I'm sure this is where you live I'll send more. Tomoyo and the others said they sent you letters too. You should send them postcards too they'd love to hear from you. By the way kero-chan's still with me. I think he's played every game possible. He started wandering around recently. He won't tell where he goes. He might just be going to gawk at the food store windows. Yue/ Yukito seems to be doing fine. Oni-chan and him have started dating and I'm OK with that. After the question in your postcard about any strange magical auras I spent some time trying to concentrate on them. I don't know if I'm just out of practice but I can't feel anything wrong. Should I? I hope you aren't worried. You always used to get so worried. Well I have to go now, I'll write soon.
3 Sakura 3
PS I included some pictures of us all at the moon shrine festival. Send some pictures to us. Please =)
Syaoran pulled out a photo album from the chest and flipped through the pictures. Sakura looked happy and smiling in all of them except the last few. In most recent pictures she looked a bit worried about something. She wouldn't mention anything in her letters but according to Tomoyo something was up.
Looking at the box of pink letters he started thinking. "It's amazing actually, She kept writing to me even though I didn't respond for nearly a year. And the 'wonderful postcard' was just an ordinary one off the streets with a picture of Hong Kong. I didn't even write that much and it was mostly about magic, strictly business. Everyone else got discouraged, she kept writing."
He reached inside his nightstand and pulled out two postcards and a pen and began writing.
"I'm leaving!!!!" Sakura yelled as she skated off to school.
Her father watched her leave then turned to his son who was coming down the stairs, looking only half-awake.
"Touya, are you working today?" he asked
"Not till later. I traded shifts with somebody." He said groggily, apparently he had just gotten up.
"Ah good. I have to run off to work. Can you pick us up a few thing at the store?"
"OK, I'll go later."
"All right, I'm leaving now. Oh by the way can you bring that basket of clothes up to Sakura's room?" Without waiting for an answer, "Thanks bye!"
"Yawn."
After eating breakfast he carried the basket up the stairs. Pushing the door open he looked around for a second before entering the room. He placed the basket next to her closet. On his way to leave the room something caught his eye, the postcards. They lined her mirror.
"The brat," he grumbled to himself. He could almost see Sakura now. 'Syaoran's not a brat Oni-chan!!!'
As far as he was concerned he was a brat. He still remembered the year before the first postcard. Since the day he left she had gone to the mailbox everyday. Her hope was time after time replaced by a disappointed expression after returning without the letter she wanted.
After a few months she started sending less and less letters, and would occasionally forget to check the mailbox. But she never stopped completely. Then it finally came, the postcard. Instantly she perked up. She wasn't usually depressed but the look she had when she got the postcard was definitely something he hadn't seen for a long time. He remembered thinking that the smile she had then was reserved for Syaoran. It was the same with each postcard. Each weren't much but they seemed to be the world to her.
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Please review!! This is my first Fanfic!! All I need to know is whether you think I should add the other 8 chapters that I have to this or give up. the plot get's better later on. ^.^ Thanx