I do not own ccs! I though * rubs chin in evil thought* no I'm just
playing. Well you know the drill.
The first part of my story introduced the lost and hurt Sakura but this continues her quest towards what? I dunno either . please enjoy!
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There was the stench of smog that filled the waiting room of her financial agent in the city. As she waited to speak to the only person who could get her to the small trust fund she had, thoughts of the golden honey flecked eyes that were hypnotic floated through her mind.
Wakened from her dream abruptly by the shouting of her name in a foreign accent, she trudged on to continue her path to the mundane in life.
Later.
"What do you mean I only have a thousand dollars in my account!" She could almost hear herself yelling to the persistent and grim face of her financial agent.
Now sitting in a park with nothing better to do than worry, she almost laughed at the way the agent had looked cowed.
The laughter began to come from a lake of shut up anxiety and soon turned to hysterical crying. The apathetic passerbys were all to used to the anomalies in their city and ignored her altogether.
It was as if the city had swallowed her and she was another invisible lost soul. This made her feel like an unnoticed speck.
Soon the tears flowed in a silent steady stream and were all but dry when she noticed a small girl and boy holding hands. They reminded her so much of her and Syoroan when they were children. The memory she held in her mind for that brief moment warmed her back to life.
She remembered how the sun played against their faces through the leaves of the old reliable tree on the ranch. It seemed magical how they could sit and stare at the blue face of the open sky and be at peace together.
Who was she kidding? It had been so long since she could remember being that relaxed and happy. Shaking every part of her trying to fling the memory away she walked from the place that had brought her peace.
At sunrise the next day.
It was sunrise (not that you could notice in the cold and sheltered room she had), and Sakura's job search had to begin. Since she found out that she only had a thousand left in her fund, it hit her that she would need a job soon.
Beginning at the most likely place on her street, she was rudely awakened to the high rise in unemployment these days. Her search would be long and hard.
Walking down a street some blocks from her own, she looked into the window of a dusty vintage store. Curiosity pulled her into the store and lead her eyes to a small book with a miniature portrait painted delicately on it's cover. Entranced she traced the miraculously similar picture of a young woman. The girl had the same brown silky locks and vivid green eyes as herself.
Opening the book she swept in by the graceful and simple strokes of a photo of, could it be? Syoroan. Not wanting to take it as more than coincidence she hastily shut the book and ran out the store. So fast she ran that she didn't noticed the startled pair of golden eyes that followed her from the door of the shop.
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I did it! My second addition. Aren't ya so proud? Well thank you for reading ^_^ bows respectfully Stay tuned for my next update. please no flames for killing Syoroan and having cliffhanger!
The first part of my story introduced the lost and hurt Sakura but this continues her quest towards what? I dunno either . please enjoy!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was the stench of smog that filled the waiting room of her financial agent in the city. As she waited to speak to the only person who could get her to the small trust fund she had, thoughts of the golden honey flecked eyes that were hypnotic floated through her mind.
Wakened from her dream abruptly by the shouting of her name in a foreign accent, she trudged on to continue her path to the mundane in life.
Later.
"What do you mean I only have a thousand dollars in my account!" She could almost hear herself yelling to the persistent and grim face of her financial agent.
Now sitting in a park with nothing better to do than worry, she almost laughed at the way the agent had looked cowed.
The laughter began to come from a lake of shut up anxiety and soon turned to hysterical crying. The apathetic passerbys were all to used to the anomalies in their city and ignored her altogether.
It was as if the city had swallowed her and she was another invisible lost soul. This made her feel like an unnoticed speck.
Soon the tears flowed in a silent steady stream and were all but dry when she noticed a small girl and boy holding hands. They reminded her so much of her and Syoroan when they were children. The memory she held in her mind for that brief moment warmed her back to life.
She remembered how the sun played against their faces through the leaves of the old reliable tree on the ranch. It seemed magical how they could sit and stare at the blue face of the open sky and be at peace together.
Who was she kidding? It had been so long since she could remember being that relaxed and happy. Shaking every part of her trying to fling the memory away she walked from the place that had brought her peace.
At sunrise the next day.
It was sunrise (not that you could notice in the cold and sheltered room she had), and Sakura's job search had to begin. Since she found out that she only had a thousand left in her fund, it hit her that she would need a job soon.
Beginning at the most likely place on her street, she was rudely awakened to the high rise in unemployment these days. Her search would be long and hard.
Walking down a street some blocks from her own, she looked into the window of a dusty vintage store. Curiosity pulled her into the store and lead her eyes to a small book with a miniature portrait painted delicately on it's cover. Entranced she traced the miraculously similar picture of a young woman. The girl had the same brown silky locks and vivid green eyes as herself.
Opening the book she swept in by the graceful and simple strokes of a photo of, could it be? Syoroan. Not wanting to take it as more than coincidence she hastily shut the book and ran out the store. So fast she ran that she didn't noticed the startled pair of golden eyes that followed her from the door of the shop.
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I did it! My second addition. Aren't ya so proud? Well thank you for reading ^_^ bows respectfully Stay tuned for my next update. please no flames for killing Syoroan and having cliffhanger!