"Kriee!" Tomoyo shouted. "Kriee wake up! You'll be late [i]again[/i]!"
After a few minutes, Kriee still hadn't come down from upstairs.
Infuriated, Tomoyo marched upstairs and banged on the door. "I will not
have you miss your first day of school, Kriee! Wake up now!"
"Snooze!" a small voice came from inside. "Snooze!" Tomoyo cringed and opened the door.
"No! No snooze button today." She walked over and pulled the sheets off the bed. A mid-sized female body was curled on the mattress. The yellow pajamas matched the yellow sheets, along with the yellow walls and everything yellow in the room. The only thing that stood out was her hair, which was dark brown. It was short, about shoulder length, with beads wrapped around her bangs that dangled in front of her ears.
"It's so cold," she trembled.
"Don't give me that! It would be inexcusable for a girl to miss her first day of public school!" The motivation of meeting new people opened the young girl's eyes. Ever since she could remember, Tomoyo had been her tutor though middle school. Now, it was her first day of high school, and she'd be on her own. She lived in Tomoyo's cabin since she was a baby, when her parents died when their car swerved on a bridge and fell into the water. From what Tomoyo said, they were never found again. Kriee never took it personally, though. Since she never knew her parents, she felt no real loss losing them. Tomoyo left the room so Kriee could get dressed. The girl stumbled from her bed and opened her closet. It was filled with interesting clothes, mostly yellow and blue, and awkward boots and shoes lined the bottom. They were all designed and hand-made by Tomoyo, so every one was unique. She decided to do what she did every morning. Kriee lifted her left hand and covered her eyes, and used her right to pick out an outfit and shoes. She opened her eyes to reveal her prize. It was a yellow dress that went up to about the thighs, so it was really short, but it was one of her favorites. There was a blue hollow star on the chest. As for the shoes, just her blue boots with yellow buckles that needed some serious shining. Quickly, she threw off her pajamas and slipped on the dress. It was a little shorter than she remember. Perhaps she was growing out of it. She slowly pulled the zipper up in the back, leading up to her neck, where her most favorite of accessories laid. It was a choker with a key charm on it. It wasn't like most plastic accessories that she owned, since it wasn't made from plastic at all. It wasn't made from steel or nickel either, in fact, Kriee didn't know what it was made out of. The coolest thing about it was that her name was engraved on it. Tomoyo mentioned something about it being a gift from her mother before she died. She didn't seem to talk about it much, so there was probably nothing special about it. However, Kriee didn't like the yellow star on the grip.
After putting on her clothes, she walked downstairs. A full breakfast was waiting for her at the table with waffles and pancakes along with milk and orange juice.
"Tomoyo!" Kriee whined. "How do you expect me to eat all of this?"
"Eat up, you'll need your strength," she recommended. "I remember high school. It was very hard for your mother, we don't want to send you the cram school, now do we?" Tomoyo always used cram school as a threat. She would always tell Kriee horror stories of what that extra school was like, even though she knew she was way too smart to have ever gone. Even though all the stories were fake, she still didn't want to go.
Breakfast was delicious, as always. Kriee stretched against and rubbed some of the sleepiness out of her eyes.
"What time is it?" she asked in mid-yawn. Tomoyo patted her mouth with her napkin and placed on the side of her plate.
"It's eight forty-five," she said leisurely.
"Eight forty-five? Ma-chan, school starts in fifteen minutes!" she shouted. Quickly, she jumped out of her chair and ran towards the counter where her yellow star backpack laid. "How am I supposed to get there in time?" she asked, snatching the backpack and running towards the door. She opened it up to her own shock, and saw a black super-stretch limo waiting for her.
"One of my chaperones will drive you," Tomoyo answered.
"Tomoyo! I don't want to drive in a limo! People will laugh!" Kriee cried nervously.
"Nonsense! Everything will be just fine. Now, get in the car. You don't want to be late for your first day, do you?"
Kriee mumbled something under her breath and walked to the limo. The chauffer held the door open for her and she walked in and sat on the seat. It was a pretty big sitting area, but it seemed so empty without someone else sitting with her. Kriee sighed and tried to nap, but it did no good. She turned on the television that in the corner to see if there was anything interesting on, but it was mostly just courtroom TV and morning talk shows. Defeated, she turned the television off and sat in silence. Suddenly, there was an abrupt stop and the window separating the driver from the passenger opened.
"We're hear, but I believe school has already started, so you may be a few minutes-" Before he could continue, Kriee had already hopped out of the car and ran down the sidewalk to the school.
"Late, late, late! How could I have been late for my first day!" she whined. She rushed down the hallway with incomparable speed to the office. The lady at the desk looked up at her.
"Are you hear for a late pass?" she asked, eyeballing Kriee's strange apparel.
"My name is Kinomoto Kriee," she said nervously, bowing slightly. "It is my first day in a public school, and I believe my guardian told me I needed to pick up a schedule from the front office." The lady gave her a stern look and filed through a list of names. Swiftly, she pulled out Kriee's schedule and handed it to her.
"You first class is with Mr. Kaneda. You had better hurry. It despises tardiness." Kriee gulped and back slowly away from the office. Once out, she continued her run to her first class. It was in room 238, so it had to be on the second floor. By the time she found the room, the door was already shut.
"What do I do?" Kriee asked herself. Did she knock? She would probably disturb the whole class from their studies. Did she open the door quietly and sneak into a desk in the back? That would be disrespectful. Nervously, she lifted her hand and tapped the door silently. Moments passed, and Kriee was afraid that maybe no one had heard her and she's have to knock again. The door creaked open and a young girl's face appeared in the crack.
"May I help you?" she asked.
"Um, my name is Kinomoto Kriee," she faltered, still bowing. "I believe this is my first period class. May I come in?" The girl nodded slowly and opened the door just enough so that Kriee could slip through. She dusted some of the wood that chipped off the door away from her dress and looked up. The entire congregation of the classroom was staring at her. The teacher, obviously upset from her tardy, tried to maintain a positive look.
"Class, this is our new student," he checked his clipboard with a list of the student's names, "Kinomoto. This is her first day at a public school, and I expect you to be on your best behavior."
"Go back to wherever you came from!" an anonymous person shouted.
"Look at the way she dresses, she's such a freak," a girl in the corner said to her friend. Instantly, the classroom began to shake with laughter. Kriee looked around nervously; tears were beginning to swell in her eyes. She scanned the room looking for a place to sit, but the only seat remaining was a rickety old wooden one in the back corner. Kriee sighed and sat there. Once Kriee was settled, the class calmed down and the teacher started his lecture. She found it hard to concentrate with the students constantly looking back at her and giggling. Suddenly, and loud ring shook the halls and Kriee covered her ears. She knew something about this bell. It meant that class was over, and it was time to proceed to the next one. She shuffled through her papers and found her schedule, and continued on her way.
School continued pretty much the same. Students wouldn't stop finding something to mock at. The way she dressed, her shoes, her hair, these students could find any reason to make fun of her. It was lunch period, so Kriee had to find somewhere to eat. By the time she found her way to the picnic tables in the courtyard, all of the seats were taken. Everyone wouldn't stop staring at her and snickering to her friends. She sighed and sat on one of the cement benches in the sun. All of the others in the shade were taken as well. She opened her backpack and pulled out a sack lunch. It was sweet rice balls and soup in a thermos, Kriee's favorite.
"Look at that!" she heard a girl say from a table closest to her. "Her mommy wrote her name on her lunch!" Kriee looked up at her. She had blonde hair, just like every other girl she had encountered so far. Now that she thought about it, all of the girls wore the same outfit. It was a red plaid skirt and vest with a white puffy shirt under it. This school probably had a uniform policy. It looked nothing like what Kriee wore. She didn't look like any of the other girls there. Now she'd have to buy a uniform and she wouldn't be able to wear the comfortable clothes Tomoyo made for her. She looked nervously down at her rice ball and tried to fight the tears.
"Aw, the little baby's going to cry!" another girl teased.
"Leave me alone," Kriee sniffed.
"What was that? I couldn't hear anything over the little baby's crying!" she mocked again. Kriee stiffened up and glared sternly at the table of girls.
"I said, leave-"
"Leave her alone!" a young man shouted. He stood between the opposing groups and crossed his arms.
"I expected more from you, Peko," he grumbled.
"Oh, please. I was just having a little fun," the leader giggled sweetly and batted her eyes a few times.
"At someone else's expense," he sighed, and turned towards Kriee. "Just ignore them. They treat all girls this way." He bowed softly and looked up at her. "My name is Kaneda Asura."
"Kaneda? That's my first period teacher's name!"
"I know," he answered. "I'm his son." He stood up straight. Asura was a decently handsome in his uniform, which was a dark blue suit and a red plaid tie, which was currently undone. His hair was fussy and brown, but there were hints of red highlights in it, too.
"You're not from around here, are you?"
"Well, technically, yes," he started, sitting down next to Kriee. "My grandparents moved from Japan to America, and when I was a baby, my parents decided to move back to Japan so my father could be a teacher. I got no complaints."
"Wow. I've never been to America before."
"Really? I guess it's the same for me, since I never remembered anything about America in the first place. Have ever been overseas?"
"I went to a fashion show in Britain with my step-mother, but other than that, no."
"A fashion show? Who was modeling?"
"Just Gucci and Versace, plus some of my step-mom's models."
"You step-mom has a fashion line? Who is she?"
"Daidouji Tomoyo," she answered. There was a loud shriek from the girl table.
"Your mom is the great Daidouji Tomoyo?" Peko shouted.
"Step-mom," Kriee corrected, not really wishing to speak to the group, who decided suddenly to become her best friend.
"That's so cool! Do you want to come to my slumber party this Friday?" Before Kriee could answer, Asura stepped in.
"Kriee, this is my sister, Peko," he said, pointing to the girl standing in the middle of the huddle around Kriee. Instantly, one of the girls standing next to Peko moved in front of Asura. She was the one that called her a little baby earlier.
"I'm Densi," she said harshly. "I'm Asura's girlfriend."
"Oh," Kriee commented, blushing slightly. "You have a girlfriend."
"[i]Ex[/i]girlfriend," Asura alliterated. Densi huffed and stepped aside.
"So," Peko began, stepping in front of her disgruntled friend, "are you wearing one of Daidouji outfits? I've never seen it before."
"No, Tomoyo doesn't like me wearing her outfits that are modeled publicly. She made this especially for me."
"You mean Daidouji took time out of her day to make you something," Densi tisked. "I don't believe it."
"She makes all my clothes. She also says that wearing competition designs would make her look bad."
"How exciting!" Peko squealed. "Do you think we could ever meet her?"
"I don't know," she began, looking towards Asura for support.
"Girls, why don't you step aside? She's new here." All but Peko and Densi nodded in agreement and left.
"I don't see why she needs the special treatment. Surely you've been to a real school before," Densi commented.
"Well, no, not really," Kriee answered meekly.
"I was tutored by Tomoyo-san until now. It would be illegal for her to tutor me for high school credit. I've never actually been to a school before period."
"I'm sure you'll like things here," Asura said proudly.
"Yes, definitely!" Peko added. She seemed a lot more cooperative since she told her she lived under the same roof as Tomoyo. Dense groaned and looked down the courtyard to the vending machines.
"Hey, Asura-chan! I'm going to the vending machines! Would you like to with me?" she flirted.
"Their just over there," he shrugged. "Can't you just go by yourself?" Densi was infuriated. She harrumphed and stormed out of the courtyard and into the school.
"Is she always like this?" Kriee asked.
"Always. It's one of a few reasons why I broke up with her," he sighed, turning towards Kriee. "Now I spend most of my time searching for Miss Right."
"Of course he does," Peko mumbled under her breath. She took a seat next to Kriee and smiled at her warmly.
"I'm sorry if I came off as rude early on. First impressions are always important, and I guess I screwed mine up."
"Don't worry about it," Kriee said. It appeared that Peko had some raw human emotion in her after all. "Forgive and forget, right?" She held out her hand so that Peko could shake it.
"Erm, right," she faltered, lifting her hand and shaking Kriee's loosely.
"That's what I like to see," Asura said happily, placing his hands on Kriee's and Peko's shoulder. As he did, the bell rung loudly again.
"Great, time for next period," Kriee heaved. "Will you meet me at my locker after school?" she asked.
"Of course!" Asura answered. "We'll be there!" She nodded and left the courtyard. Asura's friend countenance faded as soon as Kriee was well out of sight. He turned towards Peko with a serious face.
"You sensed it, too?" Peko asked.
"Yes, and did you notice the key on her necklace? She has to be the one."
"Her? But she doesn't seem worthy! Her magic is half that of ours!"
"Hush! We have to guard her with our life! If something bad should happen to her like her parents-"
"Don't remind me," Peko shivered.
"Exactly. Her magic may be week now, but it will reach it's peak soon. Until then, we are to not let her out of our sight!"
"Should we talk to Tomoyo-san, since she knows about the cards and the Clow? I mean, she actually [i]saw[/i] Sakura disappear before her very eyes!"
"That would seem like the wiser choice," Asura mused, looking towards the sky. "However, this Tomoyo has kept records of Sakura's battles as a Card Captor on video record. If we drag her into this, opposing forces might find out and get the tapes, thus finding the secret to the Card Captor power."
"The key." Peko sighed. "Exactly, and the book. This is entirely different from anything I've ever had to face. We're not battling some nondescript card that can be captured, this is an actual evil presence that's at fault for all of this. We don't even know how strong it is!" "It could be some amateur witchcraft. It's happened before, mind you. Some sorcerer wannabe got into magic too hot to handle and it got beyond control." "We can't be too careful on this one, though. We're dealing with the blood and bones of Card Captor and Clow." By now all of the students had left the courtyard and the final bell rung. "We're late," Peko reminded. "Father will be upset." With that, the two split to their different classes.
"Snooze!" a small voice came from inside. "Snooze!" Tomoyo cringed and opened the door.
"No! No snooze button today." She walked over and pulled the sheets off the bed. A mid-sized female body was curled on the mattress. The yellow pajamas matched the yellow sheets, along with the yellow walls and everything yellow in the room. The only thing that stood out was her hair, which was dark brown. It was short, about shoulder length, with beads wrapped around her bangs that dangled in front of her ears.
"It's so cold," she trembled.
"Don't give me that! It would be inexcusable for a girl to miss her first day of public school!" The motivation of meeting new people opened the young girl's eyes. Ever since she could remember, Tomoyo had been her tutor though middle school. Now, it was her first day of high school, and she'd be on her own. She lived in Tomoyo's cabin since she was a baby, when her parents died when their car swerved on a bridge and fell into the water. From what Tomoyo said, they were never found again. Kriee never took it personally, though. Since she never knew her parents, she felt no real loss losing them. Tomoyo left the room so Kriee could get dressed. The girl stumbled from her bed and opened her closet. It was filled with interesting clothes, mostly yellow and blue, and awkward boots and shoes lined the bottom. They were all designed and hand-made by Tomoyo, so every one was unique. She decided to do what she did every morning. Kriee lifted her left hand and covered her eyes, and used her right to pick out an outfit and shoes. She opened her eyes to reveal her prize. It was a yellow dress that went up to about the thighs, so it was really short, but it was one of her favorites. There was a blue hollow star on the chest. As for the shoes, just her blue boots with yellow buckles that needed some serious shining. Quickly, she threw off her pajamas and slipped on the dress. It was a little shorter than she remember. Perhaps she was growing out of it. She slowly pulled the zipper up in the back, leading up to her neck, where her most favorite of accessories laid. It was a choker with a key charm on it. It wasn't like most plastic accessories that she owned, since it wasn't made from plastic at all. It wasn't made from steel or nickel either, in fact, Kriee didn't know what it was made out of. The coolest thing about it was that her name was engraved on it. Tomoyo mentioned something about it being a gift from her mother before she died. She didn't seem to talk about it much, so there was probably nothing special about it. However, Kriee didn't like the yellow star on the grip.
After putting on her clothes, she walked downstairs. A full breakfast was waiting for her at the table with waffles and pancakes along with milk and orange juice.
"Tomoyo!" Kriee whined. "How do you expect me to eat all of this?"
"Eat up, you'll need your strength," she recommended. "I remember high school. It was very hard for your mother, we don't want to send you the cram school, now do we?" Tomoyo always used cram school as a threat. She would always tell Kriee horror stories of what that extra school was like, even though she knew she was way too smart to have ever gone. Even though all the stories were fake, she still didn't want to go.
Breakfast was delicious, as always. Kriee stretched against and rubbed some of the sleepiness out of her eyes.
"What time is it?" she asked in mid-yawn. Tomoyo patted her mouth with her napkin and placed on the side of her plate.
"It's eight forty-five," she said leisurely.
"Eight forty-five? Ma-chan, school starts in fifteen minutes!" she shouted. Quickly, she jumped out of her chair and ran towards the counter where her yellow star backpack laid. "How am I supposed to get there in time?" she asked, snatching the backpack and running towards the door. She opened it up to her own shock, and saw a black super-stretch limo waiting for her.
"One of my chaperones will drive you," Tomoyo answered.
"Tomoyo! I don't want to drive in a limo! People will laugh!" Kriee cried nervously.
"Nonsense! Everything will be just fine. Now, get in the car. You don't want to be late for your first day, do you?"
Kriee mumbled something under her breath and walked to the limo. The chauffer held the door open for her and she walked in and sat on the seat. It was a pretty big sitting area, but it seemed so empty without someone else sitting with her. Kriee sighed and tried to nap, but it did no good. She turned on the television that in the corner to see if there was anything interesting on, but it was mostly just courtroom TV and morning talk shows. Defeated, she turned the television off and sat in silence. Suddenly, there was an abrupt stop and the window separating the driver from the passenger opened.
"We're hear, but I believe school has already started, so you may be a few minutes-" Before he could continue, Kriee had already hopped out of the car and ran down the sidewalk to the school.
"Late, late, late! How could I have been late for my first day!" she whined. She rushed down the hallway with incomparable speed to the office. The lady at the desk looked up at her.
"Are you hear for a late pass?" she asked, eyeballing Kriee's strange apparel.
"My name is Kinomoto Kriee," she said nervously, bowing slightly. "It is my first day in a public school, and I believe my guardian told me I needed to pick up a schedule from the front office." The lady gave her a stern look and filed through a list of names. Swiftly, she pulled out Kriee's schedule and handed it to her.
"You first class is with Mr. Kaneda. You had better hurry. It despises tardiness." Kriee gulped and back slowly away from the office. Once out, she continued her run to her first class. It was in room 238, so it had to be on the second floor. By the time she found the room, the door was already shut.
"What do I do?" Kriee asked herself. Did she knock? She would probably disturb the whole class from their studies. Did she open the door quietly and sneak into a desk in the back? That would be disrespectful. Nervously, she lifted her hand and tapped the door silently. Moments passed, and Kriee was afraid that maybe no one had heard her and she's have to knock again. The door creaked open and a young girl's face appeared in the crack.
"May I help you?" she asked.
"Um, my name is Kinomoto Kriee," she faltered, still bowing. "I believe this is my first period class. May I come in?" The girl nodded slowly and opened the door just enough so that Kriee could slip through. She dusted some of the wood that chipped off the door away from her dress and looked up. The entire congregation of the classroom was staring at her. The teacher, obviously upset from her tardy, tried to maintain a positive look.
"Class, this is our new student," he checked his clipboard with a list of the student's names, "Kinomoto. This is her first day at a public school, and I expect you to be on your best behavior."
"Go back to wherever you came from!" an anonymous person shouted.
"Look at the way she dresses, she's such a freak," a girl in the corner said to her friend. Instantly, the classroom began to shake with laughter. Kriee looked around nervously; tears were beginning to swell in her eyes. She scanned the room looking for a place to sit, but the only seat remaining was a rickety old wooden one in the back corner. Kriee sighed and sat there. Once Kriee was settled, the class calmed down and the teacher started his lecture. She found it hard to concentrate with the students constantly looking back at her and giggling. Suddenly, and loud ring shook the halls and Kriee covered her ears. She knew something about this bell. It meant that class was over, and it was time to proceed to the next one. She shuffled through her papers and found her schedule, and continued on her way.
School continued pretty much the same. Students wouldn't stop finding something to mock at. The way she dressed, her shoes, her hair, these students could find any reason to make fun of her. It was lunch period, so Kriee had to find somewhere to eat. By the time she found her way to the picnic tables in the courtyard, all of the seats were taken. Everyone wouldn't stop staring at her and snickering to her friends. She sighed and sat on one of the cement benches in the sun. All of the others in the shade were taken as well. She opened her backpack and pulled out a sack lunch. It was sweet rice balls and soup in a thermos, Kriee's favorite.
"Look at that!" she heard a girl say from a table closest to her. "Her mommy wrote her name on her lunch!" Kriee looked up at her. She had blonde hair, just like every other girl she had encountered so far. Now that she thought about it, all of the girls wore the same outfit. It was a red plaid skirt and vest with a white puffy shirt under it. This school probably had a uniform policy. It looked nothing like what Kriee wore. She didn't look like any of the other girls there. Now she'd have to buy a uniform and she wouldn't be able to wear the comfortable clothes Tomoyo made for her. She looked nervously down at her rice ball and tried to fight the tears.
"Aw, the little baby's going to cry!" another girl teased.
"Leave me alone," Kriee sniffed.
"What was that? I couldn't hear anything over the little baby's crying!" she mocked again. Kriee stiffened up and glared sternly at the table of girls.
"I said, leave-"
"Leave her alone!" a young man shouted. He stood between the opposing groups and crossed his arms.
"I expected more from you, Peko," he grumbled.
"Oh, please. I was just having a little fun," the leader giggled sweetly and batted her eyes a few times.
"At someone else's expense," he sighed, and turned towards Kriee. "Just ignore them. They treat all girls this way." He bowed softly and looked up at her. "My name is Kaneda Asura."
"Kaneda? That's my first period teacher's name!"
"I know," he answered. "I'm his son." He stood up straight. Asura was a decently handsome in his uniform, which was a dark blue suit and a red plaid tie, which was currently undone. His hair was fussy and brown, but there were hints of red highlights in it, too.
"You're not from around here, are you?"
"Well, technically, yes," he started, sitting down next to Kriee. "My grandparents moved from Japan to America, and when I was a baby, my parents decided to move back to Japan so my father could be a teacher. I got no complaints."
"Wow. I've never been to America before."
"Really? I guess it's the same for me, since I never remembered anything about America in the first place. Have ever been overseas?"
"I went to a fashion show in Britain with my step-mother, but other than that, no."
"A fashion show? Who was modeling?"
"Just Gucci and Versace, plus some of my step-mom's models."
"You step-mom has a fashion line? Who is she?"
"Daidouji Tomoyo," she answered. There was a loud shriek from the girl table.
"Your mom is the great Daidouji Tomoyo?" Peko shouted.
"Step-mom," Kriee corrected, not really wishing to speak to the group, who decided suddenly to become her best friend.
"That's so cool! Do you want to come to my slumber party this Friday?" Before Kriee could answer, Asura stepped in.
"Kriee, this is my sister, Peko," he said, pointing to the girl standing in the middle of the huddle around Kriee. Instantly, one of the girls standing next to Peko moved in front of Asura. She was the one that called her a little baby earlier.
"I'm Densi," she said harshly. "I'm Asura's girlfriend."
"Oh," Kriee commented, blushing slightly. "You have a girlfriend."
"[i]Ex[/i]girlfriend," Asura alliterated. Densi huffed and stepped aside.
"So," Peko began, stepping in front of her disgruntled friend, "are you wearing one of Daidouji outfits? I've never seen it before."
"No, Tomoyo doesn't like me wearing her outfits that are modeled publicly. She made this especially for me."
"You mean Daidouji took time out of her day to make you something," Densi tisked. "I don't believe it."
"She makes all my clothes. She also says that wearing competition designs would make her look bad."
"How exciting!" Peko squealed. "Do you think we could ever meet her?"
"I don't know," she began, looking towards Asura for support.
"Girls, why don't you step aside? She's new here." All but Peko and Densi nodded in agreement and left.
"I don't see why she needs the special treatment. Surely you've been to a real school before," Densi commented.
"Well, no, not really," Kriee answered meekly.
"I was tutored by Tomoyo-san until now. It would be illegal for her to tutor me for high school credit. I've never actually been to a school before period."
"I'm sure you'll like things here," Asura said proudly.
"Yes, definitely!" Peko added. She seemed a lot more cooperative since she told her she lived under the same roof as Tomoyo. Dense groaned and looked down the courtyard to the vending machines.
"Hey, Asura-chan! I'm going to the vending machines! Would you like to with me?" she flirted.
"Their just over there," he shrugged. "Can't you just go by yourself?" Densi was infuriated. She harrumphed and stormed out of the courtyard and into the school.
"Is she always like this?" Kriee asked.
"Always. It's one of a few reasons why I broke up with her," he sighed, turning towards Kriee. "Now I spend most of my time searching for Miss Right."
"Of course he does," Peko mumbled under her breath. She took a seat next to Kriee and smiled at her warmly.
"I'm sorry if I came off as rude early on. First impressions are always important, and I guess I screwed mine up."
"Don't worry about it," Kriee said. It appeared that Peko had some raw human emotion in her after all. "Forgive and forget, right?" She held out her hand so that Peko could shake it.
"Erm, right," she faltered, lifting her hand and shaking Kriee's loosely.
"That's what I like to see," Asura said happily, placing his hands on Kriee's and Peko's shoulder. As he did, the bell rung loudly again.
"Great, time for next period," Kriee heaved. "Will you meet me at my locker after school?" she asked.
"Of course!" Asura answered. "We'll be there!" She nodded and left the courtyard. Asura's friend countenance faded as soon as Kriee was well out of sight. He turned towards Peko with a serious face.
"You sensed it, too?" Peko asked.
"Yes, and did you notice the key on her necklace? She has to be the one."
"Her? But she doesn't seem worthy! Her magic is half that of ours!"
"Hush! We have to guard her with our life! If something bad should happen to her like her parents-"
"Don't remind me," Peko shivered.
"Exactly. Her magic may be week now, but it will reach it's peak soon. Until then, we are to not let her out of our sight!"
"Should we talk to Tomoyo-san, since she knows about the cards and the Clow? I mean, she actually [i]saw[/i] Sakura disappear before her very eyes!"
"That would seem like the wiser choice," Asura mused, looking towards the sky. "However, this Tomoyo has kept records of Sakura's battles as a Card Captor on video record. If we drag her into this, opposing forces might find out and get the tapes, thus finding the secret to the Card Captor power."
"The key." Peko sighed. "Exactly, and the book. This is entirely different from anything I've ever had to face. We're not battling some nondescript card that can be captured, this is an actual evil presence that's at fault for all of this. We don't even know how strong it is!" "It could be some amateur witchcraft. It's happened before, mind you. Some sorcerer wannabe got into magic too hot to handle and it got beyond control." "We can't be too careful on this one, though. We're dealing with the blood and bones of Card Captor and Clow." By now all of the students had left the courtyard and the final bell rung. "We're late," Peko reminded. "Father will be upset." With that, the two split to their different classes.