Well, guys here is chappie 2!!!
Syaoran! In a week, you'll be sorry you have ever known a person called Sakura Kinomoto......
Chapter 2
AND SO IT BEGINS
SAKURA'S POV
Today's the day......
The day Tomoyo ...... dies...
Hahahahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
NORMAL POV
(Kinomoto residence)
It was 8:00 in the morning.
Sakura looked up from the note she was writing, smugly pleased. [Today's the day, Syaoran. The day you pay for everything you did to me!]
It was stormy that day, perfect for the event that was going to happen......
Sakura looked around her room. The bright pink walls were now covered with photos of Tomoyo and Syaoran ...... smudged. The once clean and tidy bedroom was now covered in mud, the soft and velvety carpet was now buried under stacks of dirty clothes. [I have changed!] Sakura thought amusingly, [from a naïve stupid little thing into a mature, sexy and bad girl. I guess life isn't that bad!] Sakura inwardly smirked to herself. [Man! This has gotta be the best day ever. I can hardly wait to get started!]
Still thinking about the plan, Sakura walked out of her untidy bedroom and into the bathroom. After fifteen minutes, Sakura came out with her long curled hair in a bun and a towel wrapped around her chest, covering her body.
After the quick shower, Sakura walked up to her wardrobe and wondered, [hmmmmm ...... today is a special day, so I've got to wear something that would be memorable.] As she flipped through her clothes, she mutter inaudibly, 'god all these clothes are too bright and ... eurgh ... cheerful - wait! What's this?' she stopped as she found a slinky black outfit in front of her. [Hmmmmmm ...... not bad! Wait what's this label? *Chicks Rule*? Then that could only mean ...... Tomoyo made them! Eurgh, please they're horrible! God, why did I even put them in my wardrobe? Oh well, since it's her deathday, might as well put on something she'd like!]
Sakura put the outfit on, which was actually a black spaghetti strap top and a shimmery silk trousers which flared at the bottom. [You've got to admit, it doesn't look half bad on you, Sakura! Who'd have thought that the bitch would actually have enough brains to make a not bad looking thing like this!] Sakura mentally conversed with herself.
[Right! Now the make-up!] Tomoyo once told Sakura how to apply make-up and make it look like you've got nothing on. [Ok! So first the eye-shadow ... then the mascara ... oops that's a bit too much ... there that's better! Right, now all I have to do is to wait for it to dry!]
Ten minutes later, the mascara dried and Sakura continued to apply her blush and then she used the concealer to finish it off. Sakura then tied her long auburn curls into a half-ponytail. She deliberately left two strands hanging down, they framed her perfect, flawless face.
[Now to add the finishing touches!] Sakura dipped the nail-polish brush into the bottle and took it out. She daintily covered her nails in glorious black polish. After half an hour of preparation, she was finally ready.
She gazed into her full-length mirror. An eerily stunning girl with emotionless, cold emerald eyes that used to hold such happiness and passion stared back at her. [Not bad, kid!] She then half-glanced at her watch, and was suddenly aware of the time. [Holy shit, I'm going to be late!] She raced out of her bedroom and down the stairs where her brother and father were sipping cups of coffee. Without even the slightest kind of greeting, Sakura glanced at them and calmly strode out of the front door.
'Sakura, your breakf-' Sakura's father, Fujitaka said before the slam of the door was heard. He shook his head sadly and asked no one in particular, 'what have I done wrong? Am I a bad father?'
'Of course you're not dad! It's just that Sakura is upset about something. She'll get over it.' Touya, Sakura's big brother was concerned about Sakura as well. [well, I certainly hope she will!]
'That's the problem, Touya, I don't think she will get over it. Have you noticed the way she acted? It's getting worse. When she came home crying three months ago, she was upset but now ......'
'I know, I know! She changed!' Touya said before adding in his head, [a lot!]
'But now, she's just not like her anymore. It's like she's a completely different person. Sometimes, I even wonder if the Sakura we know right now is the real Sakura?' Fujitaka said in a sad and almost hopeless tone as he leaned over and patted his son on the shoulder. 'I hope you'll right about Sakura getting over whatever is upsetting her, Touya! I really do......'
[Right! First thing's first! I must go to Syaoran's apartment.] Sakura ran until she reached Syaoran's apartment. The painful memory of what happened the last time that she was here was still clear in her head. [No! I will not remember that! I will not let my emotions get the better of me!] She said angrily to her heart, which was thumping furiously as if it wants to just jump out of her body, and into Syaoran's bedroom.
She quickly slotted the note she wrote that morning into the letter hole. Her eyes were funny, no matter what the mind told them to do, they couldn't help but sneak a glance through the transparent window and into the living room.
[Still the same, I see.] Sakura thought as she made her way out of the building.
[Ok! Next stop, Tomoyo the bitch's house!] Sakura walked for 10 until Tomoyo's HUGE mansion appeared in front of her. [Man! I wonder what she'll say when she sees me? Fucking bitch, why do I care?]
Sakura walked through the beautiful front garden and pressed the doorbell. Seconds later, a short red-haired woman with amethyst eyes popped out of the door and greeted Sakura with a BIG hug.
'Sakura! What a surprise! I suppose you want to speak to Tomoyo. Well, she's upstairs in her room. Oh and can you cheer her up, something seems to be troubling her.' Sonomi, Tomoyo's mother frowned as she remembered the tears her daughter shed for the last three months.
'Hmmmmmm ... sure Mrs Daidouji. But I'm really here to take Tomoyo to a place ... errrrr ... to cheer her up!' Sakura plastered a smile on her face and lied.
'Oh, thank you so much, Sakura! You know, you reminds me so much of your mother, always there when people needed you. She'll be so proud of you if she can see you now.' Sonomi's lips quirked upwards as she recalled the memories of Sakura's mother, Nadashiko.
'Errrrrrrrrrr ... yeah, I'm sure she will...' Sakura's spirit died as she remembered her mother and how disappointed she'll be if she finds out her only daughter was going to murder someone.
To avoid any more conscience talk, Sakura quietly made her way up the stairs and to Tomoyo's room. She hesitated just outside the door and took a deep breath. [This is it, do it Sakura!] And knocked.
*Knock, knock, knock*
The door opened after a minutes to reveal nothing but a dark haired and amethyst eyed girl named......
Tomoyo Daidouji!!!
A/N I no! I no! It's so lame. But I couldn't think of anything to write and anyway, the real plot is coming up so keep reading. Oh and those flames I got ...... well, I think they're really funny.
Syaoran! In a week, you'll be sorry you have ever known a person called Sakura Kinomoto......
Chapter 2
AND SO IT BEGINS
SAKURA'S POV
Today's the day......
The day Tomoyo ...... dies...
Hahahahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
NORMAL POV
(Kinomoto residence)
It was 8:00 in the morning.
Sakura looked up from the note she was writing, smugly pleased. [Today's the day, Syaoran. The day you pay for everything you did to me!]
It was stormy that day, perfect for the event that was going to happen......
Sakura looked around her room. The bright pink walls were now covered with photos of Tomoyo and Syaoran ...... smudged. The once clean and tidy bedroom was now covered in mud, the soft and velvety carpet was now buried under stacks of dirty clothes. [I have changed!] Sakura thought amusingly, [from a naïve stupid little thing into a mature, sexy and bad girl. I guess life isn't that bad!] Sakura inwardly smirked to herself. [Man! This has gotta be the best day ever. I can hardly wait to get started!]
Still thinking about the plan, Sakura walked out of her untidy bedroom and into the bathroom. After fifteen minutes, Sakura came out with her long curled hair in a bun and a towel wrapped around her chest, covering her body.
After the quick shower, Sakura walked up to her wardrobe and wondered, [hmmmmm ...... today is a special day, so I've got to wear something that would be memorable.] As she flipped through her clothes, she mutter inaudibly, 'god all these clothes are too bright and ... eurgh ... cheerful - wait! What's this?' she stopped as she found a slinky black outfit in front of her. [Hmmmmmm ...... not bad! Wait what's this label? *Chicks Rule*? Then that could only mean ...... Tomoyo made them! Eurgh, please they're horrible! God, why did I even put them in my wardrobe? Oh well, since it's her deathday, might as well put on something she'd like!]
Sakura put the outfit on, which was actually a black spaghetti strap top and a shimmery silk trousers which flared at the bottom. [You've got to admit, it doesn't look half bad on you, Sakura! Who'd have thought that the bitch would actually have enough brains to make a not bad looking thing like this!] Sakura mentally conversed with herself.
[Right! Now the make-up!] Tomoyo once told Sakura how to apply make-up and make it look like you've got nothing on. [Ok! So first the eye-shadow ... then the mascara ... oops that's a bit too much ... there that's better! Right, now all I have to do is to wait for it to dry!]
Ten minutes later, the mascara dried and Sakura continued to apply her blush and then she used the concealer to finish it off. Sakura then tied her long auburn curls into a half-ponytail. She deliberately left two strands hanging down, they framed her perfect, flawless face.
[Now to add the finishing touches!] Sakura dipped the nail-polish brush into the bottle and took it out. She daintily covered her nails in glorious black polish. After half an hour of preparation, she was finally ready.
She gazed into her full-length mirror. An eerily stunning girl with emotionless, cold emerald eyes that used to hold such happiness and passion stared back at her. [Not bad, kid!] She then half-glanced at her watch, and was suddenly aware of the time. [Holy shit, I'm going to be late!] She raced out of her bedroom and down the stairs where her brother and father were sipping cups of coffee. Without even the slightest kind of greeting, Sakura glanced at them and calmly strode out of the front door.
'Sakura, your breakf-' Sakura's father, Fujitaka said before the slam of the door was heard. He shook his head sadly and asked no one in particular, 'what have I done wrong? Am I a bad father?'
'Of course you're not dad! It's just that Sakura is upset about something. She'll get over it.' Touya, Sakura's big brother was concerned about Sakura as well. [well, I certainly hope she will!]
'That's the problem, Touya, I don't think she will get over it. Have you noticed the way she acted? It's getting worse. When she came home crying three months ago, she was upset but now ......'
'I know, I know! She changed!' Touya said before adding in his head, [a lot!]
'But now, she's just not like her anymore. It's like she's a completely different person. Sometimes, I even wonder if the Sakura we know right now is the real Sakura?' Fujitaka said in a sad and almost hopeless tone as he leaned over and patted his son on the shoulder. 'I hope you'll right about Sakura getting over whatever is upsetting her, Touya! I really do......'
[Right! First thing's first! I must go to Syaoran's apartment.] Sakura ran until she reached Syaoran's apartment. The painful memory of what happened the last time that she was here was still clear in her head. [No! I will not remember that! I will not let my emotions get the better of me!] She said angrily to her heart, which was thumping furiously as if it wants to just jump out of her body, and into Syaoran's bedroom.
She quickly slotted the note she wrote that morning into the letter hole. Her eyes were funny, no matter what the mind told them to do, they couldn't help but sneak a glance through the transparent window and into the living room.
[Still the same, I see.] Sakura thought as she made her way out of the building.
[Ok! Next stop, Tomoyo the bitch's house!] Sakura walked for 10 until Tomoyo's HUGE mansion appeared in front of her. [Man! I wonder what she'll say when she sees me? Fucking bitch, why do I care?]
Sakura walked through the beautiful front garden and pressed the doorbell. Seconds later, a short red-haired woman with amethyst eyes popped out of the door and greeted Sakura with a BIG hug.
'Sakura! What a surprise! I suppose you want to speak to Tomoyo. Well, she's upstairs in her room. Oh and can you cheer her up, something seems to be troubling her.' Sonomi, Tomoyo's mother frowned as she remembered the tears her daughter shed for the last three months.
'Hmmmmmm ... sure Mrs Daidouji. But I'm really here to take Tomoyo to a place ... errrrr ... to cheer her up!' Sakura plastered a smile on her face and lied.
'Oh, thank you so much, Sakura! You know, you reminds me so much of your mother, always there when people needed you. She'll be so proud of you if she can see you now.' Sonomi's lips quirked upwards as she recalled the memories of Sakura's mother, Nadashiko.
'Errrrrrrrrrr ... yeah, I'm sure she will...' Sakura's spirit died as she remembered her mother and how disappointed she'll be if she finds out her only daughter was going to murder someone.
To avoid any more conscience talk, Sakura quietly made her way up the stairs and to Tomoyo's room. She hesitated just outside the door and took a deep breath. [This is it, do it Sakura!] And knocked.
*Knock, knock, knock*
The door opened after a minutes to reveal nothing but a dark haired and amethyst eyed girl named......
Tomoyo Daidouji!!!
A/N I no! I no! It's so lame. But I couldn't think of anything to write and anyway, the real plot is coming up so keep reading. Oh and those flames I got ...... well, I think they're really funny.