Authors Note: As promised here's the second chapter of my two chapter
post. I hope you enjoy and take the hint from my first reviewer,
MangaGurl, and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own CCS.
Chapter 5: Getting Personal and Discoveries of Her Past
Nadi and Sakura were once again headed to the market for supplies. Sakura was trying her best not to think about the diary entries she had read. Once the two girls reached the center of town, they noticed a huge crowd was gathering. Nadi walked up to someone and asked what was going on. The woman leaned over and whispered, "The ruler of Japan has come again to make our lives miserable. I think he's looking for someone to challenge him."
Nadi went back to Sakura and told her what the woman had said. Neither Nadi nor Sakura could see the man, but he started speaking and Sakura immediately recognized his voice.
"Citizens of Tomoeda, I urge you once again to accept my offer. I can give you everything your hearts desire. You will no longer have to trade for what you need or walk everywhere. I can make your lives so much better." The leader said.
"At what expense?" A man yelled.
"We're happy with our lives." A woman declared.
"How can we be sure we won't be your slaves?" A young man asked.
It was obvious the leader was getting impatient. "People please. Do not listen to the rumors that make me out to be something that I'm not. I would never do anything to harm the citizens of Japan."
"Liar!" Sakura heard herself yell. All eyes fell on her and she was aware she had just blown her cover.
"You presume to know much about me miss." The leader said walking towards Sakura. "Why do you make such an accusation?" Sakura swallowed. She didn't know how to answer him. He was now standing right in front of her. For a brief second she wondered if he would recognize her. "I asked you a question. ANSWER ME!"
Sakura looked at Nadi and suddenly found her voice. "You are power hungry. You would do anything to get more power. You are selfish and care nothing for the people of Japan. They are merely pests which pay you money so, that you will keep them around."
"There is only one person who would know all that and I destroyed her many years ago." He turned to the other people around him. "For this young woman's outrage, I hearby cut off your electricity. Mind you, candles do not grow on trees." With that he left in his black stretch limo.
Sakura was ready for everyone to jump on her but they thanked her for standing up to him instead. Apparently no one ever had the courage to do so. She was shocked that he assumed she was dead. That meant he either didn't recognize her or didn't really take a close look. Either way she chose to ignore the situation.
For the past two nights, Sakura had been reluctant to read anymore in the diary. She was still recovering from the last tear jerker and she wasn't sure if she was ready for more. She pondered the idea of skipping ahead, but knew if she did she might miss something important. Nadis parents would be away tomorrow so, Sakura and Nadi could sleep in. Sakura figured this would be the best time to read something sad, so she reluctantly opened the diary and began reading.
Dear diary,
We have finished moving into my mothers house. It's quite huge for our small family, but it was my fathers dying wish. Jason and I hope to someday open a boarding house or bed and breakfast to make use of the extra rooms. I think my mother would like that. I'm still pondering how to fulfill Ying Fa's request. I found the place in the picture and I am almost done with the painting. Raye is curious about everything including my paints. I taught her how to finger paint and she mastered that nicely. I think she will turn out just like myself. Alex is getting very stubborn and at times I just can't stand it. He will only do what he wants. It's frustrating. Thankfully Jason is good at handling him. I have to keep the doors closed to any room I don't want Raye in. She is so curious she may hurt herself if she's not careful. She's playing with my video camera now. Wait a minute! She just gave me an idea as to what I can do for Ying Fa. I'll write soon. Ja ne.
Until Next Time,
Scott Nadesiko
Dear Diary,
I am writing this on the plane ride home from Hong Kong China. I've got a lot to write and I hope I don't get a cramp. My husband, two children, and I arrived in Hong Kong a week ago. Ying Fa met us at the airport and we took a limo to her house. Ying Fa explained to us that our visit with her father would depend on his health. We met her mother and brother and soon enough I grew to dislike Ying Fa's brother, Ling. His eyes were cold and his stare was icy. He had the type of personality that made your skin crawl. He never spoke and always glared at me as if I had no right to be there. My husband and children didn't like him either. Ying Fa told me that he would soon wed and carry on as clan leader. She also explained that his training made him cold, heartless, and emotionless. Either way he creeped me out. The fourth day, Ying Fa announced we could see her father, but by the time we had finished our breakfast, he had begun to worsen. We had no luck the next, but the day after that the doctors said he was able to have visitors.
Ying Fa told me I should come in alone, then if it was all right I could bring in the rest of my family. I remember, clearly, everything about the room. The prominent color was green, actually that was an understatement. Everything was green! Gee, I wonder what his favorite color is? There was a table, with a lamp on it, beside the bed. On the table were many pictures. Most were taken in his youth. In fact I don't recall seeing a single picture of when he was older. On the other side of the bed was a balcony. The sliding glass door, leading outside, was draped in a heavy green curtain. On the wall, across from the bed, was a dresser that reached halfway up the wall and was almost as long as the wall. On top of the dresser was a t.v. The strange thing was, I couldn't find any visible evidence of a closet. The drapes were opened slightly allowing a faint light into the room. Ying Fa walked over to her fathers side and took his hand in hers. "Father," she said gently, "I've brought a special visitor to see you." He turned his head to look at me and taking my cue, I walked forward.
"Father, this is Nadesiko Hiragizawa Scott. She's Tomoyo's youngest daughter." He nodded, acknowledging me and then spoke. "It is a pleasure to meet you. Your mother and I were great friends." I was surprised at how well he spoke. I expected his voice to be raspy not strong with such a warm kindness. "Unfortunately my mother never spoke of you to me. Perhaps she was unsure of how to explain it. I always wondered about the letters she received from China, but I knew if she wanted me to know, then she would tell me. I'm glad I had the change to meet you." He nodded and understanding seemed to register on his face. "I'm sorry about your loss. My daughter told me about your parents passing."
"Don't be sorry. Mother and father both accomplished what they wanted to . They died peacefully, with no regrets. I just wish that my brothers and my sister had more compassion for our parents to actually attend their funeral." The three of us talked for several more minutes then Ying Fa remembered the gifts. I presented the portrait and I will never forget the look on his face. He was visibly shocked but his shock soon turned into a smile. Ying Fa was surprised for this was the first time she had ever seen her father smile. I then presented him with a tape I had put together and edited of the best footage my mother had ever shot of their beloved cherry blossom. His smile was much wider now and I noticed a hint of tears in his eyes. I was so happy because I had brought joy to his heart.
He was more than thrilled to meet my family. After awhile, though, Jason had to take the children away for a nap. I stayed with Ying Fa's father for the rest of the day and the three of us enjoyed each others company completely. I left feeling like I had personally met Sakura Kinimoto. I think that was the most important thing I got out of this visit. Now I know why my mother and Li Syaoran were truly happy. A cherry blossom touched their hearts, changed their lives, and made them much better people.
May you rest in peace, sweet Sakura,
Scott Nadesiko
Sakura closed the book and laid back on the bed. For some strange reason Sakura didn't feel like crying. She felt peaceful. Almost as though she had really died. Her friends had managed to move on and they were not mad at Sakura for leaving them. She knew that she had to return, but the need to get back was not at great. She would return in due time and when she did her friends would be waiting. All that needed to be done now, was to finish reading the diary so, she could help these people be free from their tyrannical ruler. She laid her head on the pillow and when to sleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own CCS.
Chapter 5: Getting Personal and Discoveries of Her Past
Nadi and Sakura were once again headed to the market for supplies. Sakura was trying her best not to think about the diary entries she had read. Once the two girls reached the center of town, they noticed a huge crowd was gathering. Nadi walked up to someone and asked what was going on. The woman leaned over and whispered, "The ruler of Japan has come again to make our lives miserable. I think he's looking for someone to challenge him."
Nadi went back to Sakura and told her what the woman had said. Neither Nadi nor Sakura could see the man, but he started speaking and Sakura immediately recognized his voice.
"Citizens of Tomoeda, I urge you once again to accept my offer. I can give you everything your hearts desire. You will no longer have to trade for what you need or walk everywhere. I can make your lives so much better." The leader said.
"At what expense?" A man yelled.
"We're happy with our lives." A woman declared.
"How can we be sure we won't be your slaves?" A young man asked.
It was obvious the leader was getting impatient. "People please. Do not listen to the rumors that make me out to be something that I'm not. I would never do anything to harm the citizens of Japan."
"Liar!" Sakura heard herself yell. All eyes fell on her and she was aware she had just blown her cover.
"You presume to know much about me miss." The leader said walking towards Sakura. "Why do you make such an accusation?" Sakura swallowed. She didn't know how to answer him. He was now standing right in front of her. For a brief second she wondered if he would recognize her. "I asked you a question. ANSWER ME!"
Sakura looked at Nadi and suddenly found her voice. "You are power hungry. You would do anything to get more power. You are selfish and care nothing for the people of Japan. They are merely pests which pay you money so, that you will keep them around."
"There is only one person who would know all that and I destroyed her many years ago." He turned to the other people around him. "For this young woman's outrage, I hearby cut off your electricity. Mind you, candles do not grow on trees." With that he left in his black stretch limo.
Sakura was ready for everyone to jump on her but they thanked her for standing up to him instead. Apparently no one ever had the courage to do so. She was shocked that he assumed she was dead. That meant he either didn't recognize her or didn't really take a close look. Either way she chose to ignore the situation.
For the past two nights, Sakura had been reluctant to read anymore in the diary. She was still recovering from the last tear jerker and she wasn't sure if she was ready for more. She pondered the idea of skipping ahead, but knew if she did she might miss something important. Nadis parents would be away tomorrow so, Sakura and Nadi could sleep in. Sakura figured this would be the best time to read something sad, so she reluctantly opened the diary and began reading.
Dear diary,
We have finished moving into my mothers house. It's quite huge for our small family, but it was my fathers dying wish. Jason and I hope to someday open a boarding house or bed and breakfast to make use of the extra rooms. I think my mother would like that. I'm still pondering how to fulfill Ying Fa's request. I found the place in the picture and I am almost done with the painting. Raye is curious about everything including my paints. I taught her how to finger paint and she mastered that nicely. I think she will turn out just like myself. Alex is getting very stubborn and at times I just can't stand it. He will only do what he wants. It's frustrating. Thankfully Jason is good at handling him. I have to keep the doors closed to any room I don't want Raye in. She is so curious she may hurt herself if she's not careful. She's playing with my video camera now. Wait a minute! She just gave me an idea as to what I can do for Ying Fa. I'll write soon. Ja ne.
Until Next Time,
Scott Nadesiko
Dear Diary,
I am writing this on the plane ride home from Hong Kong China. I've got a lot to write and I hope I don't get a cramp. My husband, two children, and I arrived in Hong Kong a week ago. Ying Fa met us at the airport and we took a limo to her house. Ying Fa explained to us that our visit with her father would depend on his health. We met her mother and brother and soon enough I grew to dislike Ying Fa's brother, Ling. His eyes were cold and his stare was icy. He had the type of personality that made your skin crawl. He never spoke and always glared at me as if I had no right to be there. My husband and children didn't like him either. Ying Fa told me that he would soon wed and carry on as clan leader. She also explained that his training made him cold, heartless, and emotionless. Either way he creeped me out. The fourth day, Ying Fa announced we could see her father, but by the time we had finished our breakfast, he had begun to worsen. We had no luck the next, but the day after that the doctors said he was able to have visitors.
Ying Fa told me I should come in alone, then if it was all right I could bring in the rest of my family. I remember, clearly, everything about the room. The prominent color was green, actually that was an understatement. Everything was green! Gee, I wonder what his favorite color is? There was a table, with a lamp on it, beside the bed. On the table were many pictures. Most were taken in his youth. In fact I don't recall seeing a single picture of when he was older. On the other side of the bed was a balcony. The sliding glass door, leading outside, was draped in a heavy green curtain. On the wall, across from the bed, was a dresser that reached halfway up the wall and was almost as long as the wall. On top of the dresser was a t.v. The strange thing was, I couldn't find any visible evidence of a closet. The drapes were opened slightly allowing a faint light into the room. Ying Fa walked over to her fathers side and took his hand in hers. "Father," she said gently, "I've brought a special visitor to see you." He turned his head to look at me and taking my cue, I walked forward.
"Father, this is Nadesiko Hiragizawa Scott. She's Tomoyo's youngest daughter." He nodded, acknowledging me and then spoke. "It is a pleasure to meet you. Your mother and I were great friends." I was surprised at how well he spoke. I expected his voice to be raspy not strong with such a warm kindness. "Unfortunately my mother never spoke of you to me. Perhaps she was unsure of how to explain it. I always wondered about the letters she received from China, but I knew if she wanted me to know, then she would tell me. I'm glad I had the change to meet you." He nodded and understanding seemed to register on his face. "I'm sorry about your loss. My daughter told me about your parents passing."
"Don't be sorry. Mother and father both accomplished what they wanted to . They died peacefully, with no regrets. I just wish that my brothers and my sister had more compassion for our parents to actually attend their funeral." The three of us talked for several more minutes then Ying Fa remembered the gifts. I presented the portrait and I will never forget the look on his face. He was visibly shocked but his shock soon turned into a smile. Ying Fa was surprised for this was the first time she had ever seen her father smile. I then presented him with a tape I had put together and edited of the best footage my mother had ever shot of their beloved cherry blossom. His smile was much wider now and I noticed a hint of tears in his eyes. I was so happy because I had brought joy to his heart.
He was more than thrilled to meet my family. After awhile, though, Jason had to take the children away for a nap. I stayed with Ying Fa's father for the rest of the day and the three of us enjoyed each others company completely. I left feeling like I had personally met Sakura Kinimoto. I think that was the most important thing I got out of this visit. Now I know why my mother and Li Syaoran were truly happy. A cherry blossom touched their hearts, changed their lives, and made them much better people.
May you rest in peace, sweet Sakura,
Scott Nadesiko
Sakura closed the book and laid back on the bed. For some strange reason Sakura didn't feel like crying. She felt peaceful. Almost as though she had really died. Her friends had managed to move on and they were not mad at Sakura for leaving them. She knew that she had to return, but the need to get back was not at great. She would return in due time and when she did her friends would be waiting. All that needed to be done now, was to finish reading the diary so, she could help these people be free from their tyrannical ruler. She laid her head on the pillow and when to sleep.