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Chapter 3: A Haunting Past
Two weeks had gone by and Sakura had grown to love life in Tomoeda during the 31st century. It helped her appreciate the things she took for granted. Sakura had been reading the diary on a regular basis. It was very sad at times, but she felt she owed it to herself to find out what happened.
Dear Diary, This is my first entry and I realize that there are a lot of things missing so, bear with me as I fill in the holes. After the last entry, Tomoyo and Eriol got married. No wait. They graduated, then got married. A year later, Tomoyo opened her very own clothing store called Cherry Blossom Boutique. Nine months later, she gave birth to a baby girl named Sakura. Sakura looked just like her mother, but was not like the person she was named after. She was rude, selfish, and loved to beat on her younger brothers. Two years after Sakura was born, Tomoyo gave birth to a boy named Fujitaka or Fuji for short. A year later, Tomoyo gave birth to another boy named Yugi . The year after that, Tomoyo gave birth to a girl named Nadesiko.
Fuji took after his older sister and they were constantly fighting. Yugi was the peacemaker and repeatedly got hurt because of it. Nadesiko was the shy quite type. My name is Nadesiko. I am proud to say that I grew up in the Hiragizawa household. I am very proud of my father and mother. None of my other siblings truly appreciated our parents. That's why mother left this diary to me with a note asking me to continue to write in it. I took up my mothers hobby of photography, but in a different way. Instead of capturing people and places on film, I do it on canvas. I am one of the most famous artists in Japan and I'm only 20 years old! Mothers favorites are hanging on our walls. A few years ago she asked me to immortalize a dear friend for her and it was my pleasure.
I loved to hear the stories about this particular 'friend' and mother never stopped telling them. I've seen all the videos mother has of her and I still cry when I think of how she died. My mother keeps all of her 'Sakura' things in a special room in the attic, because my siblings hated to have them around the house. They just don't understand mother like I do. I've realized that very few people do understand my mother. Father let mother keep my portrait of Sakura in their bedroom. It's very nice. Sakura looks so peaceful and yet as though she holds a deep dark secret. Father says I've inherited some of his magic and it comes through in my paintings. I can make almost anything seem to come alive. It's remarkable.
My sister always teased me for being shy and quiet. I'd rather be shy and quiet than taint Sakura's good name! I swear she's developed and evil glare that she loves to use on me every chance she gets. It's annoying. Fuji and Sakura love to gang up on me. I don't know why, but I think their favorite pastime is to see who can make me mad first. Yugi is a lot friendlier, but he has his moments when he's just as bad as the older two. Sometimes I wish I was an only child.
Mother constantly gets letters from all of her friends. Some of them she'll let me read. It's nice to see what her friends are like. There is one persons letters she never lets me read. I don't know who they are from, but I know they come from China. I didn't know that she knew anyone from there. Well, this entry is getting very long and it's getting very late, so I'll have to say goodbye.
Until Next Time,
Hiragizawa Nadesiko
Sakura was shocked. She wasn't sure what to say or even think. She wasn't surprised that Tomoyo and Eriol had gotten married, but she was surprised at their children. She soon fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next day was rainy. There wasn't anything to do but stay indoors. Suki could tell that Sakura was bored so, she offered to teach Sakura how to mend some clothes. Suki was amazed at how fast a learner Sakura was. It was almost time for lunch when Suki decided she would finish a blanket she was knitting.
"Sakura," Suki asked. " Will you please get me my knitting needles."
"Sure," Sakura replied.
"They're in my bedroom which is located up the stairs to the right. Take the first hall on your left and it's the third door on your left. They're in a basket by the window." Suki instructed.
"Hai." Sakura replied.
Sakura was used to wandering around the maze Tomoyo called a house so, this was an easy task for her. The first thing she noticed, when she entered Sukis' room, was a huge portrait on the wall opposite the bed. It hung above a long dresser. Sakura took a closer look at the picture and gasped. Sakura was staring at a lifelike picture of herself. She remembered the details surrounding the pose she was in. It had taken Tomoyo almost an entire week of begging to get Sakura to wear the brand new dress Tomoyo had made for Sakura and reluctantly Sakura gave in. Tomoyo wanted the picture taken in her garden near the pond and under the cherry blossom tree. Tomoyo had made Sakura a dress that made her look like a fairy princess. The dress was pink with a form fitting bodice that flared out into a full yet ruffled skirt. The neckline was low cut, but high enough to be modest. The straps were thin like spaghetti straps and Tomoyo had made a long sleeved, see through over shirt that shimmered like pink glitter. The sleeves flared out and the whole dress fit Sakuras' 16 year old body perfectly. Tomoyo had done Sakuras' hair up in two ringlets with pink ribbons braided through them
Sakura remembered that after Tomoyo had posed her, the tree above began to gently shower her with cherry blossoms. Sakura had no idea what made that happen, but it made for a lovely picture. Sakura felt wet tears streaming down her face and realized how painful these memories were for her. This was no doubt the same picture that Tomoyos' daughter, Nadesiko, was talking about in her diary entry. Sakura retrieved the knitting needles and headed back downstairs. She would ask Suki about the picture later.
After lunch, Sakura asked Suki about the painting. "Well, I noticed the picture right away," Suki began. " I didn't think much of it. This house has been passed down from generation to generation. I knew she was someone important, I just didn't know how important. I knew it was worth a lot because the painter is famous here in Japan. A portrait like that is probably worth more money than that stuck up ruler of ours has. I did notice the resemblance between the portrait and you, but I dismissed it as just a weird coincidence. I don't really care if I know the story behind it."
Sakura was relived that Suki didn't want details. She wasn't sure she wanted to reveal the diary just yet. It was still raining so, Sakura and Nadi entertained themselves by playing a few games. Everyone decided to go to bed early that night.
Dear Diary,
I realize that I haven't written in you in quite some time. My life has been hectic and there hasn't been much time. To fill you in, after my last entry I went to college to become an animator. While there I met a student named Jason Scott. He's from America and he was studying to become a computer programmer. We started talking and soon found out that we have a lot in common. Before long we started dating and two years later we got married. A year later I gave birth to a daughter named Raye and another year later I gave birth to a son named Alex.
Today mother got sick. Father took her to the hospital and they discovered it was heart failure. The doctor said it's most likely caused due to a tragic loss her life. Her heart just couldn't take the heartache anymore. It was sad to see a strong, confident, beautiful woman reduced to this. I love my mother very much and will miss her very much. I'm worried about my father. He loves my mother a lot and I don't want to see him suffer her loss. I guess I should be happy that mother at least got to see two of her grandchildren. I have to go, the baby is crying. I promise I will write soon.
Until Next Time,
Hiragizawa Nadesiko
Dear Diary,
Today is my 26th birthday and I have nothing to celebrate. Last night mom passed away in her sleep. Dad called to tell my the news. Since then I haven't slept much. Jason has been a real sweetheart, helping out with the kids and such. I think what hurts the most is realizing how young mom was when she died. She had so many good years ahead of her. Raye and Alex can't understand why mommy is crying. They know something is wrong, but their young minds can't comprehend what it is.
Sakura, Fugi, and Yugi, called to express their sorrow. They didn't bother to come in person, just call. Those ungrateful little brats! They could have at least showed more compassion for the woman who brought them into this world! I'm sorry. You'll have to forgive my outburst. I haven't had much sleep so I get upset easily. I just don't see how someone wouldn't want to be a part of such a loving family. Mother was the kindest, sweetest person you could ever know. I loved her will all my heart and I will make sure my children know what a wonderful person their grandmother was.
Until Next Time,
Nadesiko Hiragizawa Scott
Sakura was crying, but she read on.
Dear Diary,
Father called today and said their was something he had to show me. Jason was off from work so he agreed to watch the kids. Once inside, father took me up to the attic. I had never been allowed up there and was shocked when father took me there. He opened the door and I gasped as I walked in. Pink candles illuminated the entire room and the smell of cherry blossoms was intoxicating. This was the shrine mother had talked about. Pictures of an auburn hared beauty with emerald green eyes, filled the walls while little treasures lay everywhere. There was a huge wardrobe filled with what mother called 'battle costumes'. On the wall opposite the window was a huge t.v. with a giant stack of video tapes next to it. The tapes had labels like: 'Sakura catches the Watery card', 'First encounter with a rival' and so on. In this room, preserved for all time, was my mothers best friend and first love. I closed my eyes and let the intoxicating smell and faint pink aura take me back in time. A happier time when mother was free to be herself, father loved torturing his 'little descendent' and a cherry blossom danced freely on the wind spreading her cheerfulness to the world. Right then and there I promised my mother I would keep the memory of Sakura alive forever.
Until We Meet Again, Dear Mother,
Scott Hiragizawa Nadesiko
Sakura couldn't control her sobbing. She rolled over and cried into her pillow. She had to get out of this place! She couldn't bear the pain she was causing Tomoyo and her family. She dared not think about what pain she had inflicted on Syaoran. She promised herself that if she ever got back home, she would tell Syaoran immediately that she loved him.
Disclaimer: I don't own CCS.
Chapter 3: A Haunting Past
Two weeks had gone by and Sakura had grown to love life in Tomoeda during the 31st century. It helped her appreciate the things she took for granted. Sakura had been reading the diary on a regular basis. It was very sad at times, but she felt she owed it to herself to find out what happened.
Dear Diary, This is my first entry and I realize that there are a lot of things missing so, bear with me as I fill in the holes. After the last entry, Tomoyo and Eriol got married. No wait. They graduated, then got married. A year later, Tomoyo opened her very own clothing store called Cherry Blossom Boutique. Nine months later, she gave birth to a baby girl named Sakura. Sakura looked just like her mother, but was not like the person she was named after. She was rude, selfish, and loved to beat on her younger brothers. Two years after Sakura was born, Tomoyo gave birth to a boy named Fujitaka or Fuji for short. A year later, Tomoyo gave birth to another boy named Yugi . The year after that, Tomoyo gave birth to a girl named Nadesiko.
Fuji took after his older sister and they were constantly fighting. Yugi was the peacemaker and repeatedly got hurt because of it. Nadesiko was the shy quite type. My name is Nadesiko. I am proud to say that I grew up in the Hiragizawa household. I am very proud of my father and mother. None of my other siblings truly appreciated our parents. That's why mother left this diary to me with a note asking me to continue to write in it. I took up my mothers hobby of photography, but in a different way. Instead of capturing people and places on film, I do it on canvas. I am one of the most famous artists in Japan and I'm only 20 years old! Mothers favorites are hanging on our walls. A few years ago she asked me to immortalize a dear friend for her and it was my pleasure.
I loved to hear the stories about this particular 'friend' and mother never stopped telling them. I've seen all the videos mother has of her and I still cry when I think of how she died. My mother keeps all of her 'Sakura' things in a special room in the attic, because my siblings hated to have them around the house. They just don't understand mother like I do. I've realized that very few people do understand my mother. Father let mother keep my portrait of Sakura in their bedroom. It's very nice. Sakura looks so peaceful and yet as though she holds a deep dark secret. Father says I've inherited some of his magic and it comes through in my paintings. I can make almost anything seem to come alive. It's remarkable.
My sister always teased me for being shy and quiet. I'd rather be shy and quiet than taint Sakura's good name! I swear she's developed and evil glare that she loves to use on me every chance she gets. It's annoying. Fuji and Sakura love to gang up on me. I don't know why, but I think their favorite pastime is to see who can make me mad first. Yugi is a lot friendlier, but he has his moments when he's just as bad as the older two. Sometimes I wish I was an only child.
Mother constantly gets letters from all of her friends. Some of them she'll let me read. It's nice to see what her friends are like. There is one persons letters she never lets me read. I don't know who they are from, but I know they come from China. I didn't know that she knew anyone from there. Well, this entry is getting very long and it's getting very late, so I'll have to say goodbye.
Until Next Time,
Hiragizawa Nadesiko
Sakura was shocked. She wasn't sure what to say or even think. She wasn't surprised that Tomoyo and Eriol had gotten married, but she was surprised at their children. She soon fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next day was rainy. There wasn't anything to do but stay indoors. Suki could tell that Sakura was bored so, she offered to teach Sakura how to mend some clothes. Suki was amazed at how fast a learner Sakura was. It was almost time for lunch when Suki decided she would finish a blanket she was knitting.
"Sakura," Suki asked. " Will you please get me my knitting needles."
"Sure," Sakura replied.
"They're in my bedroom which is located up the stairs to the right. Take the first hall on your left and it's the third door on your left. They're in a basket by the window." Suki instructed.
"Hai." Sakura replied.
Sakura was used to wandering around the maze Tomoyo called a house so, this was an easy task for her. The first thing she noticed, when she entered Sukis' room, was a huge portrait on the wall opposite the bed. It hung above a long dresser. Sakura took a closer look at the picture and gasped. Sakura was staring at a lifelike picture of herself. She remembered the details surrounding the pose she was in. It had taken Tomoyo almost an entire week of begging to get Sakura to wear the brand new dress Tomoyo had made for Sakura and reluctantly Sakura gave in. Tomoyo wanted the picture taken in her garden near the pond and under the cherry blossom tree. Tomoyo had made Sakura a dress that made her look like a fairy princess. The dress was pink with a form fitting bodice that flared out into a full yet ruffled skirt. The neckline was low cut, but high enough to be modest. The straps were thin like spaghetti straps and Tomoyo had made a long sleeved, see through over shirt that shimmered like pink glitter. The sleeves flared out and the whole dress fit Sakuras' 16 year old body perfectly. Tomoyo had done Sakuras' hair up in two ringlets with pink ribbons braided through them
Sakura remembered that after Tomoyo had posed her, the tree above began to gently shower her with cherry blossoms. Sakura had no idea what made that happen, but it made for a lovely picture. Sakura felt wet tears streaming down her face and realized how painful these memories were for her. This was no doubt the same picture that Tomoyos' daughter, Nadesiko, was talking about in her diary entry. Sakura retrieved the knitting needles and headed back downstairs. She would ask Suki about the picture later.
After lunch, Sakura asked Suki about the painting. "Well, I noticed the picture right away," Suki began. " I didn't think much of it. This house has been passed down from generation to generation. I knew she was someone important, I just didn't know how important. I knew it was worth a lot because the painter is famous here in Japan. A portrait like that is probably worth more money than that stuck up ruler of ours has. I did notice the resemblance between the portrait and you, but I dismissed it as just a weird coincidence. I don't really care if I know the story behind it."
Sakura was relived that Suki didn't want details. She wasn't sure she wanted to reveal the diary just yet. It was still raining so, Sakura and Nadi entertained themselves by playing a few games. Everyone decided to go to bed early that night.
Dear Diary,
I realize that I haven't written in you in quite some time. My life has been hectic and there hasn't been much time. To fill you in, after my last entry I went to college to become an animator. While there I met a student named Jason Scott. He's from America and he was studying to become a computer programmer. We started talking and soon found out that we have a lot in common. Before long we started dating and two years later we got married. A year later I gave birth to a daughter named Raye and another year later I gave birth to a son named Alex.
Today mother got sick. Father took her to the hospital and they discovered it was heart failure. The doctor said it's most likely caused due to a tragic loss her life. Her heart just couldn't take the heartache anymore. It was sad to see a strong, confident, beautiful woman reduced to this. I love my mother very much and will miss her very much. I'm worried about my father. He loves my mother a lot and I don't want to see him suffer her loss. I guess I should be happy that mother at least got to see two of her grandchildren. I have to go, the baby is crying. I promise I will write soon.
Until Next Time,
Hiragizawa Nadesiko
Dear Diary,
Today is my 26th birthday and I have nothing to celebrate. Last night mom passed away in her sleep. Dad called to tell my the news. Since then I haven't slept much. Jason has been a real sweetheart, helping out with the kids and such. I think what hurts the most is realizing how young mom was when she died. She had so many good years ahead of her. Raye and Alex can't understand why mommy is crying. They know something is wrong, but their young minds can't comprehend what it is.
Sakura, Fugi, and Yugi, called to express their sorrow. They didn't bother to come in person, just call. Those ungrateful little brats! They could have at least showed more compassion for the woman who brought them into this world! I'm sorry. You'll have to forgive my outburst. I haven't had much sleep so I get upset easily. I just don't see how someone wouldn't want to be a part of such a loving family. Mother was the kindest, sweetest person you could ever know. I loved her will all my heart and I will make sure my children know what a wonderful person their grandmother was.
Until Next Time,
Nadesiko Hiragizawa Scott
Sakura was crying, but she read on.
Dear Diary,
Father called today and said their was something he had to show me. Jason was off from work so he agreed to watch the kids. Once inside, father took me up to the attic. I had never been allowed up there and was shocked when father took me there. He opened the door and I gasped as I walked in. Pink candles illuminated the entire room and the smell of cherry blossoms was intoxicating. This was the shrine mother had talked about. Pictures of an auburn hared beauty with emerald green eyes, filled the walls while little treasures lay everywhere. There was a huge wardrobe filled with what mother called 'battle costumes'. On the wall opposite the window was a huge t.v. with a giant stack of video tapes next to it. The tapes had labels like: 'Sakura catches the Watery card', 'First encounter with a rival' and so on. In this room, preserved for all time, was my mothers best friend and first love. I closed my eyes and let the intoxicating smell and faint pink aura take me back in time. A happier time when mother was free to be herself, father loved torturing his 'little descendent' and a cherry blossom danced freely on the wind spreading her cheerfulness to the world. Right then and there I promised my mother I would keep the memory of Sakura alive forever.
Until We Meet Again, Dear Mother,
Scott Hiragizawa Nadesiko
Sakura couldn't control her sobbing. She rolled over and cried into her pillow. She had to get out of this place! She couldn't bear the pain she was causing Tomoyo and her family. She dared not think about what pain she had inflicted on Syaoran. She promised herself that if she ever got back home, she would tell Syaoran immediately that she loved him.