Revolutionary Girl Sakura: Part One
She didn't know quite what had roused her from her sleep. A odd feeling, a chill in the night air maybe? Whatever it was, it called out to her. The brown haired girl reluctantly climbed out of her bed, the moonlight streaming in from the nearby window.
'There goes another night's rest,' Sakura thought to herself wryly. 'Thank god a seventeen year old doesn't need too much sleep.'
The tall, lanky girl pulled on her boy's uniform and then hurried out the door into the night, being careful not to disturb her sleeping roommate. She closed her eyes and trusted in her instincts, letting them guide her onward until she reached the haunted forest just behind the school.
The green haired man dressed in Kendoist's garb stepped out from the shadows, and smiled at her darkly. She gazed up at him calmly, unsurprised. "So, little card captor," he said coldly, "you've come to capture me?"
"Surrender the card," Sakura said to him calmly. "We don't need to fight..." she began, only to stop as he laughed at her.
Saionji gestured grandly and another figure, a younger girl, stepped out bearing two roses in her hands. She carefully placed a green colored rose in his lapel, then she rather offhandedly put a white one in Sakura's pocket.
"Who are you?" Sakura asked her softly.
The girl gave her a jealous glare as she said, "Shinohara Wakaba." She walked over and placed a kiss on the taller boy's cheek, "For luck, Saionji."
"I won't need it," Saionji said confidently.
Sakura felt the presence there before she saw her, as soft lips gently brushed her own cheek. A very familiar voice said, "For luck, Sakura." She very slowly turned, only to see her pretty dark haired roommate, Daidouji Tomoyo standing there beside her. She smiled slightly at Sakura's questioning gaze as she cheerfully explained, "I wondered why my roommate was sneaking out at night all the time, so I decided to follow you."
Sakura looked over at her in surprise then she shook her head, deciding to ask any other questions later on. She reached into her top and pulled out the gleaming sword necklace that she always wore. Sakura spoke softly, her voice growing louder as she continued:
"Oh Sword of Dios, Power of magic, power of Right! Surrender the Blade, the sword of Light! Release!"
Almost as soon as the shining blade had fully appeared in Sakura's hands, Saionji charged at her! He tried to catch her off guard, but she dodged his rush easily even as she smoothly parried his blow with her own sword.
"You're good," Saionji admitted, "but I am your better!"
The two of them twisted and turned, jumping and leaping about in the small clearing. Saionji kept attacking, Sakura replying until she finally saw the opening that she needed. Sakura lunged forward, her blade slicing across the rose on his chest, and it's green petals swirled gently away from them in the cool night's breeze.
Wakaba cried out in alarm, then suddenly the shadows that enfolded Saionji burst free of his body and swept out towards where Sakura stood. "Shadow Card! Return to your power confined! Shadow!" she cried, stabbing with her sword at the moving shadows in midair. It writhed at the end of her blade, then reformed as a card, dropping into her hands.
Saionji wavered, then dropped into Wakaba's arms. "What's going on?" he asked them dazedly. "How did I get here?"
Sakura smiled, gently helping Wakaba pick him up. "Don't worry," she said to him softly, "everything's going to be all right."
The next morning Sakura looked over at her cheerful roommate across the breakfast table. Tomoyo dished up Sakura's meal first, then her own before she sat down across from her, still smiling. They ate silently for awhile, then Sakura nearly jumped at Tomoyo spoke up.
"So Sakura, where did you get that sword thing? And how long have you been catching those cards?" Tomoyo asked.
"I've had the sword for a pretty long time," Sakura said to her softly. She smiled fondly at the memory, "The woman said to me, 'We will meet again,' after she pulled me up and out of the river. She held me in her arms so very gently, and I smelled roses and cherry blossoms in her long, brown hair. My fingers got all tangled in her necklace, and somehow it came free. She smiled down at me sadly, and I just felt all floaty inside."
"Wow," Tomoyo said quietly. "It's almost like a fairy tale."
Sakura nodded. "About the same time each year I'd receive a postcard, with that very same scent. All of them said the same thing: 'I will meet you again.' About two years ago, the card had a set of directions, that I followed to a bookstore. The young man at the counter gave me a book, but when I went back to the same place later, he and the store were both gone."
Sakura reached into her book bag beside her and placed a large tome on the table. It was finely detailed, and Tomoyo turned it over in her hands with an awed expression on her face. Something rattled inside, and with Sakura's nod, she opened it. The book was actually a box containing a large stack of cards, a pen that looked sort of sword-like, and a note.
In a feminine script the note read, 'The cards freed from this book will bring great evil to the world unless they are captured and placed within. The sword is the key. Please capture them, so that you and I can meet once again.' Written below the letter was the chant that Sakura had used in battle. Tomoyo gently lifted the note out, raised it to her face and smelled cherry blossoms and roses.
Tomoyo turned the book over again, and looked at the front and back patterns on the book. "There's something... missing, isn't there?" she asked, frowning.
Sakura nodded, excited, "I noticed that too, Maybe something was supposed to help watch over the cards, too." Sakura shook her head, getting back to her story, "Anyway, last year, I received a post card saying 'This year, finally, we will meet.' After a bit of panic, I realized all the photos on the postcards fit together, forming an image of the main buildings of Ohtori academy. So, here I am."
"Would you mind," Tomoyo said tentatively, "if I come along on your captures? How many cards are left, anyway?"
"The cards try to hide inside of people, and the people sometimes use the card's powers to cause evil. I fight them in the duels, and when they lose, the card's power leaves them and then returns to their card forms," Sakura said softly. "There's only a few left, but I should warn you that the captures can be kind of dangerous."
Tomoyo suddenly whipped out a video camera. "That's even better," she said happily, "it'll be more exiting to film!"
Sakura sweatdropped.
As the two girls walked to their morning classes, high above them in one of the windows of the observatory, someone watched them through a telescope. "So, how did it go last night, Kerberos?" she asked the other figure softly.
"Just fine!" Kero answered, nodding. The tiny lion hovered in midair on his white wings, "She captured Shadow easily enough. I think she's getting better at the swordsmanship stuff, too."
"That's good," the woman answered quietly. Her long brown hair swung around her as she added, "But I hope she won't need it."
"I like her as well," a aristocratic voice from the doorway said to them quietly, "but to be protector of the cards, she must prove herself worthy." The white haired boy walked into the room casually, his blue robe swirled around him, and he tucked his wings in behind him. "Do you think she'll be ready for the Judgment?" Yue asked.
Kaho Mitsuki looked fondly down at the two girls walking together far below them. "Oh, I do hope so," she said quietly.
She didn't know quite what had roused her from her sleep. A odd feeling, a chill in the night air maybe? Whatever it was, it called out to her. The brown haired girl reluctantly climbed out of her bed, the moonlight streaming in from the nearby window.
'There goes another night's rest,' Sakura thought to herself wryly. 'Thank god a seventeen year old doesn't need too much sleep.'
The tall, lanky girl pulled on her boy's uniform and then hurried out the door into the night, being careful not to disturb her sleeping roommate. She closed her eyes and trusted in her instincts, letting them guide her onward until she reached the haunted forest just behind the school.
The green haired man dressed in Kendoist's garb stepped out from the shadows, and smiled at her darkly. She gazed up at him calmly, unsurprised. "So, little card captor," he said coldly, "you've come to capture me?"
"Surrender the card," Sakura said to him calmly. "We don't need to fight..." she began, only to stop as he laughed at her.
Saionji gestured grandly and another figure, a younger girl, stepped out bearing two roses in her hands. She carefully placed a green colored rose in his lapel, then she rather offhandedly put a white one in Sakura's pocket.
"Who are you?" Sakura asked her softly.
The girl gave her a jealous glare as she said, "Shinohara Wakaba." She walked over and placed a kiss on the taller boy's cheek, "For luck, Saionji."
"I won't need it," Saionji said confidently.
Sakura felt the presence there before she saw her, as soft lips gently brushed her own cheek. A very familiar voice said, "For luck, Sakura." She very slowly turned, only to see her pretty dark haired roommate, Daidouji Tomoyo standing there beside her. She smiled slightly at Sakura's questioning gaze as she cheerfully explained, "I wondered why my roommate was sneaking out at night all the time, so I decided to follow you."
Sakura looked over at her in surprise then she shook her head, deciding to ask any other questions later on. She reached into her top and pulled out the gleaming sword necklace that she always wore. Sakura spoke softly, her voice growing louder as she continued:
"Oh Sword of Dios, Power of magic, power of Right! Surrender the Blade, the sword of Light! Release!"
Almost as soon as the shining blade had fully appeared in Sakura's hands, Saionji charged at her! He tried to catch her off guard, but she dodged his rush easily even as she smoothly parried his blow with her own sword.
"You're good," Saionji admitted, "but I am your better!"
The two of them twisted and turned, jumping and leaping about in the small clearing. Saionji kept attacking, Sakura replying until she finally saw the opening that she needed. Sakura lunged forward, her blade slicing across the rose on his chest, and it's green petals swirled gently away from them in the cool night's breeze.
Wakaba cried out in alarm, then suddenly the shadows that enfolded Saionji burst free of his body and swept out towards where Sakura stood. "Shadow Card! Return to your power confined! Shadow!" she cried, stabbing with her sword at the moving shadows in midair. It writhed at the end of her blade, then reformed as a card, dropping into her hands.
Saionji wavered, then dropped into Wakaba's arms. "What's going on?" he asked them dazedly. "How did I get here?"
Sakura smiled, gently helping Wakaba pick him up. "Don't worry," she said to him softly, "everything's going to be all right."
The next morning Sakura looked over at her cheerful roommate across the breakfast table. Tomoyo dished up Sakura's meal first, then her own before she sat down across from her, still smiling. They ate silently for awhile, then Sakura nearly jumped at Tomoyo spoke up.
"So Sakura, where did you get that sword thing? And how long have you been catching those cards?" Tomoyo asked.
"I've had the sword for a pretty long time," Sakura said to her softly. She smiled fondly at the memory, "The woman said to me, 'We will meet again,' after she pulled me up and out of the river. She held me in her arms so very gently, and I smelled roses and cherry blossoms in her long, brown hair. My fingers got all tangled in her necklace, and somehow it came free. She smiled down at me sadly, and I just felt all floaty inside."
"Wow," Tomoyo said quietly. "It's almost like a fairy tale."
Sakura nodded. "About the same time each year I'd receive a postcard, with that very same scent. All of them said the same thing: 'I will meet you again.' About two years ago, the card had a set of directions, that I followed to a bookstore. The young man at the counter gave me a book, but when I went back to the same place later, he and the store were both gone."
Sakura reached into her book bag beside her and placed a large tome on the table. It was finely detailed, and Tomoyo turned it over in her hands with an awed expression on her face. Something rattled inside, and with Sakura's nod, she opened it. The book was actually a box containing a large stack of cards, a pen that looked sort of sword-like, and a note.
In a feminine script the note read, 'The cards freed from this book will bring great evil to the world unless they are captured and placed within. The sword is the key. Please capture them, so that you and I can meet once again.' Written below the letter was the chant that Sakura had used in battle. Tomoyo gently lifted the note out, raised it to her face and smelled cherry blossoms and roses.
Tomoyo turned the book over again, and looked at the front and back patterns on the book. "There's something... missing, isn't there?" she asked, frowning.
Sakura nodded, excited, "I noticed that too, Maybe something was supposed to help watch over the cards, too." Sakura shook her head, getting back to her story, "Anyway, last year, I received a post card saying 'This year, finally, we will meet.' After a bit of panic, I realized all the photos on the postcards fit together, forming an image of the main buildings of Ohtori academy. So, here I am."
"Would you mind," Tomoyo said tentatively, "if I come along on your captures? How many cards are left, anyway?"
"The cards try to hide inside of people, and the people sometimes use the card's powers to cause evil. I fight them in the duels, and when they lose, the card's power leaves them and then returns to their card forms," Sakura said softly. "There's only a few left, but I should warn you that the captures can be kind of dangerous."
Tomoyo suddenly whipped out a video camera. "That's even better," she said happily, "it'll be more exiting to film!"
Sakura sweatdropped.
As the two girls walked to their morning classes, high above them in one of the windows of the observatory, someone watched them through a telescope. "So, how did it go last night, Kerberos?" she asked the other figure softly.
"Just fine!" Kero answered, nodding. The tiny lion hovered in midair on his white wings, "She captured Shadow easily enough. I think she's getting better at the swordsmanship stuff, too."
"That's good," the woman answered quietly. Her long brown hair swung around her as she added, "But I hope she won't need it."
"I like her as well," a aristocratic voice from the doorway said to them quietly, "but to be protector of the cards, she must prove herself worthy." The white haired boy walked into the room casually, his blue robe swirled around him, and he tucked his wings in behind him. "Do you think she'll be ready for the Judgment?" Yue asked.
Kaho Mitsuki looked fondly down at the two girls walking together far below them. "Oh, I do hope so," she said quietly.