---CardCaptor Sakura: Ashita no Uta---
Part 1: Fuu no Uta
Chapter 1: Alarm Clock
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Welcome to Ashita no Uta (Tomorrow's Song), a (relatively) new fanfic from TYD, anime fantasy writer
not-so-extraordinaire! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy.
Oh, right. The disclaimer.
The writer, herein known by his alias Thousand Year Dust, solemly declares that he owns no
shares or interest in the CLAMP coporation and all related subsidiaries involved with the
production used for the purposes of this work. The owner has created this work as a non-profit
form of entertainment, and is therefore not legally liable for any amount.
Good thing one of my friends is studying to be a solicitor, eh?
Well, here we go!
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The sun rose over Tomoeda, bringing with it a new day, new hopes and opportunity. One opportunity
happened to present itself to a very ancient, wise, powerful, greedy and perverted being.
Kero rose from his bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and stretching. Scratching at the general area of
his tail, the small yellow creature floated out of his drawer and over to the alarm clock.
8:44
The hovering beast smirked. It looked like that opportunity had shown up. Levitating down onto the
sleeping girl's head, he cleared his throat gently.
"WAAAAAAAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Sakura Kinomoto started awake, scrambling in her bed. One hand went up into the air, finding itself
around the neck of an ancient and powerful being, who at this point in time was possessing the body of
a plushie. The other hand followed in short order. The young woman brought her hands down in front of
her, shaking them so that the tiny being trapped in them would suffer even more. A strangled cry made its
way from the plushie that was slowly losing brain cells.
"Ah! Sakura! Lemmego! Ow! Gomen! Stop!"
"Okay," Sakura said calmly, and quickly let go of the guardian's tiny throat. Kero plummeted towards the
bed, and a tiny crash was heard.
"Ow," came a small voice.
"Oh, get up, Kero-chan," Sakura muttered, rising out of bed and heading to the closet. The guardian beast
rose from the tiny indent in the bed, and floated over to Sakura. She was rummaging through her clothes,
trying to find something she could wear. After all, today was graduation day, and everyone had to look
their very best. But there was nothing at all worth wearing. Until Touya's voice carried up the stairs,
"Sakura-chan! Tomoyo is here!"
One dangerously fast run down the stairs later, Sakura and Tomoyo Daidouji were hugging. Stepping
back, Tomoyo grabbed a large silver body-bag from one of the bodyguards standing at the door (AN: I
don't know how they got there, either). Folding one end up to the top, Tomoyo tucked the bag under her
arm.
"So, Sakura, are you ready to try these on?" the violet-eyed young woman asked. Sakura grinned broadly.
"Absolutely! Come on, let's get upstairs before Touya finishes making breakfast."
"Don't worry, monster, I haven't started yet...." came a call from the kitchen. Tomoyo could not help but
laugh at the suppressed rage evident on Sakura's face.
"I am SO not a monster."
Rika and Chiharu were sitting outside the steps of Tomoeda High, chatting and laughing. Yamazaki was
over elsewhere, telling someone some crazy fiction. It was hard to believe that they were all seventeen,
now, and leaving school. Rika only laughed when Chiharu expressed these thoughts.
"Don't worry about it, Chiharu," she smiled, "We've got a whole new chance for evil now." Chiharu
grinned.
"Of course, you've got a whole new chance for Terada-sama," Chiharu retorted, then laughed at the blush
that had suddenly been set alight on the other girl's face. Suddenly, a voice caught Chiharu's attention.
"Everyone! Have you ever heard of the..." was all the time Chiharu needed to reach Yamazaki and send
him to the ground.
"What have I told you, Takashi!? Today is the last day of school, and I will NOT put up with your stupid
stories!" she hissed at the now-quivering form that was Yamazaki Takashi. The puddle on the ground
made a sound that seemed to be along the lines of, "S-s-s-s-sorry, Chiha-ha-ha-ha-haru." Lifting the semi-
conscious student, Chiharu muttered, "Yeah well. Just don't do it anymore..."
"Will you get that thing out of my face, Tomoyo?"
"C'mon, Sakura, just a few words. Like how you feel about Li coming back."
"Oh, alright then..."
"Alright, just let me set this up..."
Sakura sighed as Tomoyo tried to find the best angle for the camera. Finally picking a spot that was as
likely to be comfortable as Touya was to think fondly of Nakuru, Tomoyo held up the camera, positioning
the lens for the perfect shot. Finally, the violet-haired girl was done setting up.
"You know, Tomoyo," Sakura said drily, "It might be better if you just got your bodyguards to do the
filming."
"Nonsense," the shape wedged into a tiny space replied, "It just wouldn't be right, then. And don't go off
topic. Now, how do you feel about Li-kun coming back tonight?" A giggle came from the camera's wielder
as Sakura's face took on a slightly glazed expression, and a "Syaoran..." escaped from her lips.
"Sakura, you're daydreaming again," Tomoyo remarked. Sakura blinked, then grinned ruefully.
"Sorry, Tomoyo. Well," she began, looking at the camera, "I'm excited, that's for sure. I just can't wait to
see him again. So, Tomoyo, how do you feel about Eriol coming here? Whoah. Are you blushing?"
Naoko walked through the courtyard of the high school to the steps, her face buried in a book, as always.
She moved instinctively out of the way of a speeding soccer ball, her face never even leaving the book.
Rika watched the willowy girl's movements with a mix of awe and disbelief. It seemed Naoko never let
anything get in the way of a good book. But then, she supposed, she was a bit like that over Terada.
As Naoko reached the stairs, she put away her book, marking the page, shutting the book and depositing
it in her bag in one smooth, practiced motion. Rika couldn't help but laugh at the way it was done. The two
girls hugged, and sat down to talk about plans for the night.
Later, another arrival at the gate caught Rika's eye, and she saw Sakura and Tomoyo enter, both dressed
almost exactly alike, but for the navy blue on Tomoyo's clothing being green on Sakura's. Rika grinned,
and walked over to her friends, embracing them compulsively,
"I was beginning to think that you two weren't going to show up!" Rika said, "It's good you're here,
though," she continued, "This," she said, pulling an envelope from her pocket, "Was on the doorstep.
It's addressed to you, Sakura, from Syaoran."
Sakura took the envelope eagerly and quickly opened it, reading the contents. As she read further down,
her expression became sadder and sadder. Finally, sniffling, she handed the letter to Tomoyo, who also
seemed saddened by the news. "What's in it, Sakura? What's so bad?" she asked. Sakura wailed, tears
streaming down her eyes, and hugged Rika tightly.
"It...He...," she sobbed, tears dropping onto Rika's shoulder, "Syaoran says he doesn't love me anymore!"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
See you all in Chapter the second (or 2, if you prefer). No, I'm not going to give you any hints, like it
matters. Soon you'll get Syaoran's POV, since I still don't know whether to put him or Eriol next.
Suggestions? C&C?
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Part 1: Fuu no Uta
Chapter 1: Alarm Clock
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Welcome to Ashita no Uta (Tomorrow's Song), a (relatively) new fanfic from TYD, anime fantasy writer
not-so-extraordinaire! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy.
Oh, right. The disclaimer.
The writer, herein known by his alias Thousand Year Dust, solemly declares that he owns no
shares or interest in the CLAMP coporation and all related subsidiaries involved with the
production used for the purposes of this work. The owner has created this work as a non-profit
form of entertainment, and is therefore not legally liable for any amount.
Good thing one of my friends is studying to be a solicitor, eh?
Well, here we go!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sun rose over Tomoeda, bringing with it a new day, new hopes and opportunity. One opportunity
happened to present itself to a very ancient, wise, powerful, greedy and perverted being.
Kero rose from his bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and stretching. Scratching at the general area of
his tail, the small yellow creature floated out of his drawer and over to the alarm clock.
8:44
The hovering beast smirked. It looked like that opportunity had shown up. Levitating down onto the
sleeping girl's head, he cleared his throat gently.
"WAAAAAAAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Sakura Kinomoto started awake, scrambling in her bed. One hand went up into the air, finding itself
around the neck of an ancient and powerful being, who at this point in time was possessing the body of
a plushie. The other hand followed in short order. The young woman brought her hands down in front of
her, shaking them so that the tiny being trapped in them would suffer even more. A strangled cry made its
way from the plushie that was slowly losing brain cells.
"Ah! Sakura! Lemmego! Ow! Gomen! Stop!"
"Okay," Sakura said calmly, and quickly let go of the guardian's tiny throat. Kero plummeted towards the
bed, and a tiny crash was heard.
"Ow," came a small voice.
"Oh, get up, Kero-chan," Sakura muttered, rising out of bed and heading to the closet. The guardian beast
rose from the tiny indent in the bed, and floated over to Sakura. She was rummaging through her clothes,
trying to find something she could wear. After all, today was graduation day, and everyone had to look
their very best. But there was nothing at all worth wearing. Until Touya's voice carried up the stairs,
"Sakura-chan! Tomoyo is here!"
One dangerously fast run down the stairs later, Sakura and Tomoyo Daidouji were hugging. Stepping
back, Tomoyo grabbed a large silver body-bag from one of the bodyguards standing at the door (AN: I
don't know how they got there, either). Folding one end up to the top, Tomoyo tucked the bag under her
arm.
"So, Sakura, are you ready to try these on?" the violet-eyed young woman asked. Sakura grinned broadly.
"Absolutely! Come on, let's get upstairs before Touya finishes making breakfast."
"Don't worry, monster, I haven't started yet...." came a call from the kitchen. Tomoyo could not help but
laugh at the suppressed rage evident on Sakura's face.
"I am SO not a monster."
Rika and Chiharu were sitting outside the steps of Tomoeda High, chatting and laughing. Yamazaki was
over elsewhere, telling someone some crazy fiction. It was hard to believe that they were all seventeen,
now, and leaving school. Rika only laughed when Chiharu expressed these thoughts.
"Don't worry about it, Chiharu," she smiled, "We've got a whole new chance for evil now." Chiharu
grinned.
"Of course, you've got a whole new chance for Terada-sama," Chiharu retorted, then laughed at the blush
that had suddenly been set alight on the other girl's face. Suddenly, a voice caught Chiharu's attention.
"Everyone! Have you ever heard of the..." was all the time Chiharu needed to reach Yamazaki and send
him to the ground.
"What have I told you, Takashi!? Today is the last day of school, and I will NOT put up with your stupid
stories!" she hissed at the now-quivering form that was Yamazaki Takashi. The puddle on the ground
made a sound that seemed to be along the lines of, "S-s-s-s-sorry, Chiha-ha-ha-ha-haru." Lifting the semi-
conscious student, Chiharu muttered, "Yeah well. Just don't do it anymore..."
"Will you get that thing out of my face, Tomoyo?"
"C'mon, Sakura, just a few words. Like how you feel about Li coming back."
"Oh, alright then..."
"Alright, just let me set this up..."
Sakura sighed as Tomoyo tried to find the best angle for the camera. Finally picking a spot that was as
likely to be comfortable as Touya was to think fondly of Nakuru, Tomoyo held up the camera, positioning
the lens for the perfect shot. Finally, the violet-haired girl was done setting up.
"You know, Tomoyo," Sakura said drily, "It might be better if you just got your bodyguards to do the
filming."
"Nonsense," the shape wedged into a tiny space replied, "It just wouldn't be right, then. And don't go off
topic. Now, how do you feel about Li-kun coming back tonight?" A giggle came from the camera's wielder
as Sakura's face took on a slightly glazed expression, and a "Syaoran..." escaped from her lips.
"Sakura, you're daydreaming again," Tomoyo remarked. Sakura blinked, then grinned ruefully.
"Sorry, Tomoyo. Well," she began, looking at the camera, "I'm excited, that's for sure. I just can't wait to
see him again. So, Tomoyo, how do you feel about Eriol coming here? Whoah. Are you blushing?"
Naoko walked through the courtyard of the high school to the steps, her face buried in a book, as always.
She moved instinctively out of the way of a speeding soccer ball, her face never even leaving the book.
Rika watched the willowy girl's movements with a mix of awe and disbelief. It seemed Naoko never let
anything get in the way of a good book. But then, she supposed, she was a bit like that over Terada.
As Naoko reached the stairs, she put away her book, marking the page, shutting the book and depositing
it in her bag in one smooth, practiced motion. Rika couldn't help but laugh at the way it was done. The two
girls hugged, and sat down to talk about plans for the night.
Later, another arrival at the gate caught Rika's eye, and she saw Sakura and Tomoyo enter, both dressed
almost exactly alike, but for the navy blue on Tomoyo's clothing being green on Sakura's. Rika grinned,
and walked over to her friends, embracing them compulsively,
"I was beginning to think that you two weren't going to show up!" Rika said, "It's good you're here,
though," she continued, "This," she said, pulling an envelope from her pocket, "Was on the doorstep.
It's addressed to you, Sakura, from Syaoran."
Sakura took the envelope eagerly and quickly opened it, reading the contents. As she read further down,
her expression became sadder and sadder. Finally, sniffling, she handed the letter to Tomoyo, who also
seemed saddened by the news. "What's in it, Sakura? What's so bad?" she asked. Sakura wailed, tears
streaming down her eyes, and hugged Rika tightly.
"It...He...," she sobbed, tears dropping onto Rika's shoulder, "Syaoran says he doesn't love me anymore!"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
See you all in Chapter the second (or 2, if you prefer). No, I'm not going to give you any hints, like it
matters. Soon you'll get Syaoran's POV, since I still don't know whether to put him or Eriol next.
Suggestions? C&C?
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