Wow here I am my first fanfic. Yay! Well as you all realize, I don't own
any cardcaptor characters, just this story. So without any further adieu,
my story.
"How could this be 6 a.m.?" Sakura mumbled to her self still half asleep. It was the first day of her being in Chicago, and already she longed for the wide and welcoming view of her window from the ranch she grew up in, far away in Texas.
She would still be awakened by the gentle throaty crow of the proud cock, if not for the accident that killed her family and fiancé and left her sitting here in the cold and alien interior of her shabby apartment. She could have safely called her room a cubicle, and not been deterred by opposing judgment.
Slowly she roused and got up to open her shades letting in what light the small window, w/ it's prison like bars, would let in. "So this is the fast and furious windy city?" "why am I not surprised?"
Still longing for a breakfast of some sort, Sakura determined that it would be better to go ahead and begin the tedious journey to the home of her contact here in the city.
Walking along like a tourist, head up taking in the sights of the harsh and strange reality, Sakura took a deep breath, and steeled herself against the loneliness of her situation. Already weakening from lack of a normal breakfast (she had grabbed some left over peanuts from her long flight), she spotted a small promising restaurant, and seizing her courage walked in.
It was the scent of that small shop that first filled her head, the warmth that seems magical, from the very mysterious qualities of fresh bread. Looking towards a personal corner table she found herself to the most comfortable chair she had sat in to date, and quickly took up the menu to appease her growing rumblings. She was startled to see a young man with the most golden brown eyes materialize before her eyes.
Rubbing her eyes to make sure what she was seeing was real she opened her mouth to speak. "Have you ever been told you look just like someone I've seen before?" she blurted w/out thinking. The words weren't rushed, or even strange. He laughed, relieving her from her castigation of herself. Eventually he answered, "never." She smiled and apologized, though she knew somehow he didn't mind her question.
Abruptly the sound of a voice calling for him from the counter awakened her from her developing fantasies of him outside of work in a casual brown sweater and slack. He called. "Wait a sec Joe. Gotta get this order." He turned to her and asked, "So you want to get something warm or what? It's cold outside."
" Sure," she answered.
"Then your best bet is the blueberry muffins." He said.
"That's my favorite food! My mother used to make them all the time." She said fading into a memory, seeing her laughing and being fed the last bite of a blueberry muffin by Syoroan her dead fiancé.
Shaking herself from the remnants of the flashback, she realized that the waiter had been waiting. "Sorry," she said numbly, " just a blueberry muffin, and a warm cup of tea." He turned to fill her order, when she once again blurted, " What's your name by the way?" "Sean", he said grinning, then turned back to get her food.
"How could this be 6 a.m.?" Sakura mumbled to her self still half asleep. It was the first day of her being in Chicago, and already she longed for the wide and welcoming view of her window from the ranch she grew up in, far away in Texas.
She would still be awakened by the gentle throaty crow of the proud cock, if not for the accident that killed her family and fiancé and left her sitting here in the cold and alien interior of her shabby apartment. She could have safely called her room a cubicle, and not been deterred by opposing judgment.
Slowly she roused and got up to open her shades letting in what light the small window, w/ it's prison like bars, would let in. "So this is the fast and furious windy city?" "why am I not surprised?"
Still longing for a breakfast of some sort, Sakura determined that it would be better to go ahead and begin the tedious journey to the home of her contact here in the city.
Walking along like a tourist, head up taking in the sights of the harsh and strange reality, Sakura took a deep breath, and steeled herself against the loneliness of her situation. Already weakening from lack of a normal breakfast (she had grabbed some left over peanuts from her long flight), she spotted a small promising restaurant, and seizing her courage walked in.
It was the scent of that small shop that first filled her head, the warmth that seems magical, from the very mysterious qualities of fresh bread. Looking towards a personal corner table she found herself to the most comfortable chair she had sat in to date, and quickly took up the menu to appease her growing rumblings. She was startled to see a young man with the most golden brown eyes materialize before her eyes.
Rubbing her eyes to make sure what she was seeing was real she opened her mouth to speak. "Have you ever been told you look just like someone I've seen before?" she blurted w/out thinking. The words weren't rushed, or even strange. He laughed, relieving her from her castigation of herself. Eventually he answered, "never." She smiled and apologized, though she knew somehow he didn't mind her question.
Abruptly the sound of a voice calling for him from the counter awakened her from her developing fantasies of him outside of work in a casual brown sweater and slack. He called. "Wait a sec Joe. Gotta get this order." He turned to her and asked, "So you want to get something warm or what? It's cold outside."
" Sure," she answered.
"Then your best bet is the blueberry muffins." He said.
"That's my favorite food! My mother used to make them all the time." She said fading into a memory, seeing her laughing and being fed the last bite of a blueberry muffin by Syoroan her dead fiancé.
Shaking herself from the remnants of the flashback, she realized that the waiter had been waiting. "Sorry," she said numbly, " just a blueberry muffin, and a warm cup of tea." He turned to fill her order, when she once again blurted, " What's your name by the way?" "Sean", he said grinning, then turned back to get her food.