Thank you for considering to read my new story. Or course, this is a Card captor Sakura fanfiction but it will be an AU. That's how all my stories are after all. As some of my friends have guessed, this is a Tomoyo+Syaoran story.. My favourite couple. This is based on a true story told in my point of view as Tomoyo. The title, "La Vie De Tomoyo."  Means, "The Life Of Tomoyo."

Summary: A story about Friends, Family, Love, and Life. Follow Tomoyo and her experiences at the age of 12 and 13. Based on true story, which actually started in June2001. R+R, tell me what you think. (If it sounds too much like my other story and/or stories. Sorry!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura.

Prologue: Family.

"I'm so proud of you Tomoyo! You're graduating tonight!" Sonomi said brushing My hair for the 200th time. I am Tomoyo Daijouji. I'm 11 years old, and I'm about to graduate from elementary school in an hour. My mother is totally excited for no reason at all. I mean no one loves me, no one cares about me at all.

 "Make sure not to get anything on your dress, okay?" She said, patting out the tiny wrinkles in my dress. I had to admit, my talent was beautiful. I made my own dress, with my favourite colour violet. It was a sleeveless dress, which was in a layer like style with different shades of violet.

"Okay mom, I'm gonna go. I'll see you in an hour." I was supposed to go an hour early so that my graduating class could rehearse the whole walking to the stage thing.

"Alright dear, shine for me prettycheeks!" God, I hated that nickname. Prettycheeks. I sighed. Another second, another minute, another hour, another day. The whole cycle is freaking me out. My life is a living hell. I gave my mother a nice smile, when I heard the bell rang. It was my best friend Sakura. 

"Okay Tomoyo, say hello to Mr.Kinomoto for me, ok?" I smirked this time. I knew there was something going on between my mother and Sakura's Father. Sakura Kinomoto had been my friend since we were born. She's only a few months older than me. Well eight months. I was born on August 1st, and she January 24th.

She was a perfect porcelain doll, but she always said that about me. That wasn't true, I was only the girl with the amethyst eyes and raven hair. While she was the one with the emerald eyes and honey brown hair.

"Okay Mom, see ya at school." I ran outside, a brisk cool breeze hit me face first. I got into the car, and Sakura greeted me with a gentle smile. I looked up at the front of the car to see my brother. He's 28, I think he told me he was helping Mr.Kinomoto with some moving.

My brother Yukito Daidouji was a sweet guy, although he could be a pain. Sakura understood that extremity of pain too. Her older brother Touya Kinomoto of 27 years old was a pain in the you-know-what.

"Ready to graduate Imouto-chan?" Yukito asked sweetly. I nodded. "I think so, I just hope I won't miss my friends too much when we got to Senior school…or is that middle school?"

"You're going to a middle school, with grades 7 and 8."  That's cool…wouldn't want to be going to school with grades 7 and 8's, with the 6's.

"Sakura that's such a nice dress you've got on there." I said turning to the cherry blossom. She blushed a little. "Thanks Tomoyo, I wouldn't be talking though, well I mean you're dress is so beautiful…all the guys are gonna drool over you. Although I think they'd be too immature to notice." I giggled at her try at a joke.

5 minutes later we arrived at school. I loved Tomoeda Elementary. It is and always will be the best school. I have so many memories here. As soon as I got out of the car with Sakura, the breeze hit me again and I saw flashes everywhere. Parents and their cameras of course.

Other soon-to-be teens got out with their friends. Some parents wanted to come early and wait I guess. I didn't tell mom she could do that, cause she would be standing in the Gymnasium the whole time gushing over me.

Sakura and I walked up the stairs carefully not to step on our dresses. We walked to our homeroom classroom.  In there we saw all of our friends. They ran to us in big toothy smiles. "TOMOYO!!!! SAKURA!!!" They chorused.

We heard comments like…Oh they are so beautiful…Their dresses are so pretty…Man who did their make-up, can't believe their mom's let them do that… After all the hellos and compliments to each other, our teacher Terada-sensei called us down to practice the ceremony.

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"Tomoyo Daidouji." I walked up to the stage, and bowed. I heard someone whistle in the audience, and I knew it was Yukito. I saw someone standing beside him. I immediately recognized him as my dad.

The bastard left my mom and my brother before I was born. He'd call occasionally, I'd see him once in a while…by accident. He looked exactly like Yukito, but an older version. Same hazel eyes, and grey hair. I frowned slightly as I got off the stage. He would get a piece of me, If I even got to talk to him before he would storm off again.

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"Father?" I don't know why I still call him that, when I don't consider him to be one to me. The handsome man turned around and he caught sight of me. He gasped slightly and looked towards the ground. "Tomoyo…" Then I said something that I didn't even think I would want to say if my life counted on it. "Dad, why did you leave us?" This time he looked me straight in the eye. I saw pain, guilt and regret. And most importantly, despair.

 "Your mother, Daidouji-san…she never loved me…I didn't know she was pregnant when I left…I'm sorry." I felt a pang of sorrow, at how heartfelt his words were.

"But dad, I'm 11 years old and you tell me this now?" I said that as quietly as I could. A few tears rolled down my face, realizing how much I love him even though he wasn't there.

I counted on Yukito to be that fatherly figure, but it didn't work. "I'm sorry Tomoyo, I wish I could be with you and Yukito. Yukito isn't even my kid," What? Dad frowned. "Sonomi told you that right? That she cheated with my brother...you're uncle?" More tears came as I processed the information my head. We only have the same mother. "No she didn't tell me dad." I ran up to him and hugged him, closing the 5 feet that was between us. He closed his strong arms around me. At that moment I finally got the meaning of fatherly love.

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Without looking at her, I asked mom if I could stay at Sakura's house. In reality I was really going to dad's house for the first time. Mom gave me permission. As much as I hated her for all those lies she told me, I smiled sweetly at her and I ran to dad's house as quickly as I could.

Hopefully I'll get to know dad better. I haven't seen him in a couple months, and I haven't talked to him in years. I looked down at the address that Dad scribbled down on a crumpled piece of paper. He lived pretty close to Sakura, If I were right probably two blocks down from her.

I reached to Cherry Blossom Lane, and I saw my place in sight. I stopped running in order to catch my breath.

Dad's house was three stories high. It was blue, sort of a royal blue. It had a nice garden in the front, and it looked very lovely. For some reason it looked familiar, I think I had seen it in my dreams.

I jumped up the steps in anticipation, and pressed the door bell. A voice came through. "Who is it?"

"It's Tomoyo, Dad."

I heard the chain come off, and the lock open. The door opened, and there he was. "Hey dad."

"Hi." He bent down and hugged me. I knew then that he did love me as his daughter. He got up and closed the door. I looked around, and it honestly felt like home. I don't know why, but it did.

We sat in the living-room, the couch I was sitting on was quite comfy. "Would you like anything to drink? Tea? Pop?"

"Sure I'll have any pop you have." I said smiling. He gave me a smile in return and walked, supposedly to the kitchen. I heard the fridge open, then I heard his voice. "You know kiddo, I didn't think you would see me tonight, much less forgive me. I just want to thank you, for being such a sweet girl you are. I'm sure you'll be a wonderful woman when you grow up."

I smiled brightly at his words. "Hey, I get it from you dad. The quality of forgiveness…I just figured that out."  He chuckled. He came into view again.

He handed me some Mountain Dew, and I took a few sips, and then a few gulps.

"So want to you want to talk about?" I asked.

"You." I blushed a little. "What about me?" I asked this time.

"I don't know…you're friends, you're school, how you're life is going. The usual."  I grinned at him. My father is back in my life, and no one is going to take him away from me.

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Well There's the Prologue. This will be a five part series, and each will be like a story on it's own, but will follow throughout the whole thing…so yeah! Please Review, and tell me what you think. You can flame me, but please constructive criticism. And Syaoran and the rest of the gang don't come until the nest part, Friends.

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My other story, Feelings Of The Past will be updated soon. People who reviewed that story, please don't hate me for not updating for a while!!