Maple's Wisdom: Hey everybody! I'm back with the first chapter of my wonderful T+Tness fic ^_^. Enjoy!
Maple's Disclaimer: Own CCS I do not!
YODA: My way of speaking do not steal
ME: Watch me just
YODA: I will don't worry.
ME: stop speaking yoda-style you did
DIRECTOR: CUT!
YODA: *pulls off mask and smokes cigar*
(MapleCharisma does not own Star Wars or any other productions this reminded you of)
Sakura Kinomoto woke early, her calm smile giving off a warm glow. She brushed her thick shoulder length violet hair and changed into her school uniform. She straightened the periwinkle blue blazer so the Seijuu High emblem laid flat agianst her chest.
Running downstairs noisily, she greeted her father with a cheerful "Ohayo!" and began to set the table for breakfast.
Fujitaka watched his daughter with interest. At the delicate age of fifteen, Sakura had a remarkable resemblance to her mother, but had never shown any qualities from her father. She smiled shyly at the picture on the table. "Ohayo, okaa-san." she said softly, almost shyly.
Fujitaka and Sakura ate, and Sakura set off for school. Fujitaka ended up working from home often these days, and saw Sakura off.
"Give Tomoyo my best wishes!" called Fujitaka, for today was a special day. Today was the day of the birth of Daidouji Tomoyo, a cheerful emarald-eyed girl who seemed so connected to the Kinomoto family, almost like Sakura's twin.
Sakura loved to film Tomoyo with video cameras that Tomoyo would always obligingly give to Sakura as birthday presents, even though she was a bit camera-shy. Sakura walked calmly to school, reminiscing about years gone by.
Sakura entered the school building. The classroom was almost full, but there wasn't a trace of Tomoyo. She was a heavy sleeper, but her maids knew the trick to waking her up and if it didn't work, they laid out her clothes, prepared her breakfast and as soon as she was ready, zipped her off to school in a limo.
The bell rang, and still Tomoyo was absent. Ezakiya-sensei entered, and took attendance, not commenting on Tomoyo's absence, even though it shattered her perfect attendance record.
"Kinomoto-san, there is a message for you in the principal's office," Sensei said calmly, "you have been excused from today's classes."
There was a wave of murmurs passing through the room. Seijuu took students' education very seriously, and did not give permission to skip class liberally. Everyone was wondering what could have possibly happened, including Sakura.
She walked down the halls silently, deep in thought. Tomoyo was on her mind, after all, it was her birthday. Sakura had grown to love her, though she wasn't sure if it was any more than friendship she felt.
Arriving at the main office, she requested politely to know about the message for Kinomoto Sakura. The secretary nodded and handed her a slip of pure white paper.
Reading the illegible script was a challenge even for a bright mind like Sakura, but she managed to make it out.
Kinomoto Sakura--
A taxi will be waiting for you outside your school at 7:40 sharp. We have much celebrating and paperwork to do.
Sincerely,
Dr. Akane Yamazaki
Celebrating? Paperwork? Dr. Yamazaki? What was going on?
Sakura walked to the front of the school in a daze, and was greeted by a pretty woman in a taxicab.
"Ohayo gozimasu. My name is Yamazaki Akane. You may call me Akane. Happy fifteenth!"
Sakura nodded, momentarily too confused to question this. Then she whispered,
"My fifteenth birthday was five months ago. I do not know what you mean."
"But Daidouji-san, today is your birthday. That is why we must celebrate."
"I am sorry, Dr. Yamazaki, but my name is Kinomoto Sakura."
Dr. Yamazaki smiled.
"Please relax. I am about to tell you something that may shock you a little bit."
Sakura leaned back in her seat obidiently.
"You and the real Kinomoto Sakura were....switched at birth. You name is Daidouji Tomoyo."
"But...Tomoyo and I are five months apart!"
"Kinomoto-san was taken to the doctor because of her lack of hair at five months. An incompetent nurse left Kinomoto in your crib, and took you out."
Sakura leaned forward slightly, shaking her long bangs out of her eyes.
"No. No! It can't be!" she yelled. "Otou-san will tell you-I'm the real me! Don't take me away!" she cried quietly.
Dr. Yamazaki patted her shoulder lightly. "Don't cry, Daidouji-san. Just imagine-you have a mother!"
"I already have a mother." Sakura said icily. "Her name is Nadeshiko Kinomoto."
"Sonomi Daidouji can't wait to meet you. Ah, we're here. This is the hospital where you were born. Your mother and Sakura-san are waiting here."
"My mother is dead, Dr. Yamazaki. She died when I was three."
Dr. Yamazaki patted her shoulder and said nothing.
When they arrived at the hospital, a pretty woman with short red hair wearing a business suit stepped up to Dr. Yamazaki. In an undertone, she muttered to the woman that her daughter was "in denial".
Sakura felt like screaming. They were trying to take her away from this life-her father and onii-chan who loved her, and put her with this lady in a business suit who didn't know anything about her, about what she liked and what she hated, what she needed to survive.
The three of them entered a small office with several overstuffed chairs and a desk in the corner. The lady and Dr. Yamazaki sat down. Dr. Yamazaki motioned for Sakura to follow suit, but she simply stood beside one of the chairs.
The door opened. Otou-san and onii-chan came in.
"Konnichiwa, Dr. Yamazaki. And..." Otou-san paused. "Sonomi-kun.."
The lady stood up, glaring at him. "I just want my daughter and then I'll leave, sensei!" she said angrily.
The next hour or two was a daze. I remember some parts...The lady looked so angry, angry. Then she cried, and so did otou-san. Nadeshiko...that's what they said together, over and over.
Dr. Yamazaki then brought up the topic of "custody".
"Don't be so ridiculous! It's not even an issue!" yelled the lady. "I'm taking my Tomoyo, and he" she pointed angrily at him. "can take his daughter."
Dr. Yamazaki shook her head.
"I was thinking we could take Tomoyo and Sakura into a neutral zone...to get used to it. Inside it, we would simulate life in their new homes."
"Absolutely not!"
The door opened. A tall, blonde lady came in, holding Tomoyo's hand like a little girl. She looked so...afraid. I'll help you, Tomoyo-chan, Sakura wanted to scream. I'll keep you safe. We'll find out why they think we were switched. I won't let this happen to us.
"Sakura-san!" said Dr. Yamazaki pleasantly. "We were just discussing whether it would be best for you two to switch back immediately, or if you should be put into social workers' care for now." A strange rush of courage and resignedness came over Sakura.
"I want to go...home." she said, saying "home" rather forcedly. "Now. Not later."
"Yes, I agree." whispered Tomoyo. She turned to me.
"Oh, and happy birthday...Tomoyo-chan."
Charisma's Critique: So? How was it? Comments and Compliments will be worshipped, Constructive Critisism will be revered and regarded, Questions will be answered, and Flames will be used as an excuse to sing cheesy songs. Sorry it's so short, but...it was just the PERFECT place to end! Sorry for not updating any of my other fics. If you want one fic updated, you can request it in your review, K? I'll make the requested ones higher priority. Thx!
Bai~!
Maple's Disclaimer: Own CCS I do not!
YODA: My way of speaking do not steal
ME: Watch me just
YODA: I will don't worry.
ME: stop speaking yoda-style you did
DIRECTOR: CUT!
YODA: *pulls off mask and smokes cigar*
(MapleCharisma does not own Star Wars or any other productions this reminded you of)
Sakura Kinomoto woke early, her calm smile giving off a warm glow. She brushed her thick shoulder length violet hair and changed into her school uniform. She straightened the periwinkle blue blazer so the Seijuu High emblem laid flat agianst her chest.
Running downstairs noisily, she greeted her father with a cheerful "Ohayo!" and began to set the table for breakfast.
Fujitaka watched his daughter with interest. At the delicate age of fifteen, Sakura had a remarkable resemblance to her mother, but had never shown any qualities from her father. She smiled shyly at the picture on the table. "Ohayo, okaa-san." she said softly, almost shyly.
Fujitaka and Sakura ate, and Sakura set off for school. Fujitaka ended up working from home often these days, and saw Sakura off.
"Give Tomoyo my best wishes!" called Fujitaka, for today was a special day. Today was the day of the birth of Daidouji Tomoyo, a cheerful emarald-eyed girl who seemed so connected to the Kinomoto family, almost like Sakura's twin.
Sakura loved to film Tomoyo with video cameras that Tomoyo would always obligingly give to Sakura as birthday presents, even though she was a bit camera-shy. Sakura walked calmly to school, reminiscing about years gone by.
Sakura entered the school building. The classroom was almost full, but there wasn't a trace of Tomoyo. She was a heavy sleeper, but her maids knew the trick to waking her up and if it didn't work, they laid out her clothes, prepared her breakfast and as soon as she was ready, zipped her off to school in a limo.
The bell rang, and still Tomoyo was absent. Ezakiya-sensei entered, and took attendance, not commenting on Tomoyo's absence, even though it shattered her perfect attendance record.
"Kinomoto-san, there is a message for you in the principal's office," Sensei said calmly, "you have been excused from today's classes."
There was a wave of murmurs passing through the room. Seijuu took students' education very seriously, and did not give permission to skip class liberally. Everyone was wondering what could have possibly happened, including Sakura.
She walked down the halls silently, deep in thought. Tomoyo was on her mind, after all, it was her birthday. Sakura had grown to love her, though she wasn't sure if it was any more than friendship she felt.
Arriving at the main office, she requested politely to know about the message for Kinomoto Sakura. The secretary nodded and handed her a slip of pure white paper.
Reading the illegible script was a challenge even for a bright mind like Sakura, but she managed to make it out.
Kinomoto Sakura--
A taxi will be waiting for you outside your school at 7:40 sharp. We have much celebrating and paperwork to do.
Sincerely,
Dr. Akane Yamazaki
Celebrating? Paperwork? Dr. Yamazaki? What was going on?
Sakura walked to the front of the school in a daze, and was greeted by a pretty woman in a taxicab.
"Ohayo gozimasu. My name is Yamazaki Akane. You may call me Akane. Happy fifteenth!"
Sakura nodded, momentarily too confused to question this. Then she whispered,
"My fifteenth birthday was five months ago. I do not know what you mean."
"But Daidouji-san, today is your birthday. That is why we must celebrate."
"I am sorry, Dr. Yamazaki, but my name is Kinomoto Sakura."
Dr. Yamazaki smiled.
"Please relax. I am about to tell you something that may shock you a little bit."
Sakura leaned back in her seat obidiently.
"You and the real Kinomoto Sakura were....switched at birth. You name is Daidouji Tomoyo."
"But...Tomoyo and I are five months apart!"
"Kinomoto-san was taken to the doctor because of her lack of hair at five months. An incompetent nurse left Kinomoto in your crib, and took you out."
Sakura leaned forward slightly, shaking her long bangs out of her eyes.
"No. No! It can't be!" she yelled. "Otou-san will tell you-I'm the real me! Don't take me away!" she cried quietly.
Dr. Yamazaki patted her shoulder lightly. "Don't cry, Daidouji-san. Just imagine-you have a mother!"
"I already have a mother." Sakura said icily. "Her name is Nadeshiko Kinomoto."
"Sonomi Daidouji can't wait to meet you. Ah, we're here. This is the hospital where you were born. Your mother and Sakura-san are waiting here."
"My mother is dead, Dr. Yamazaki. She died when I was three."
Dr. Yamazaki patted her shoulder and said nothing.
When they arrived at the hospital, a pretty woman with short red hair wearing a business suit stepped up to Dr. Yamazaki. In an undertone, she muttered to the woman that her daughter was "in denial".
Sakura felt like screaming. They were trying to take her away from this life-her father and onii-chan who loved her, and put her with this lady in a business suit who didn't know anything about her, about what she liked and what she hated, what she needed to survive.
The three of them entered a small office with several overstuffed chairs and a desk in the corner. The lady and Dr. Yamazaki sat down. Dr. Yamazaki motioned for Sakura to follow suit, but she simply stood beside one of the chairs.
The door opened. Otou-san and onii-chan came in.
"Konnichiwa, Dr. Yamazaki. And..." Otou-san paused. "Sonomi-kun.."
The lady stood up, glaring at him. "I just want my daughter and then I'll leave, sensei!" she said angrily.
The next hour or two was a daze. I remember some parts...The lady looked so angry, angry. Then she cried, and so did otou-san. Nadeshiko...that's what they said together, over and over.
Dr. Yamazaki then brought up the topic of "custody".
"Don't be so ridiculous! It's not even an issue!" yelled the lady. "I'm taking my Tomoyo, and he" she pointed angrily at him. "can take his daughter."
Dr. Yamazaki shook her head.
"I was thinking we could take Tomoyo and Sakura into a neutral zone...to get used to it. Inside it, we would simulate life in their new homes."
"Absolutely not!"
The door opened. A tall, blonde lady came in, holding Tomoyo's hand like a little girl. She looked so...afraid. I'll help you, Tomoyo-chan, Sakura wanted to scream. I'll keep you safe. We'll find out why they think we were switched. I won't let this happen to us.
"Sakura-san!" said Dr. Yamazaki pleasantly. "We were just discussing whether it would be best for you two to switch back immediately, or if you should be put into social workers' care for now." A strange rush of courage and resignedness came over Sakura.
"I want to go...home." she said, saying "home" rather forcedly. "Now. Not later."
"Yes, I agree." whispered Tomoyo. She turned to me.
"Oh, and happy birthday...Tomoyo-chan."
Charisma's Critique: So? How was it? Comments and Compliments will be worshipped, Constructive Critisism will be revered and regarded, Questions will be answered, and Flames will be used as an excuse to sing cheesy songs. Sorry it's so short, but...it was just the PERFECT place to end! Sorry for not updating any of my other fics. If you want one fic updated, you can request it in your review, K? I'll make the requested ones higher priority. Thx!
Bai~!