Chapter Six

Card Captor Sakura

Crystal Tears

~starjade~

The Response

" Sakura!" screamed a voice behind her. Sakura jumped from her desk where she was struggling with her math homework , startled. A figure raced into her room and whirled around over and over again , squealing happily.

" Tomoyo....Tomoyo....calm down! What happened?" asked Sakura , baffled by her friend's strange behaviour. She tried to calm Tomoyo down , but every time she tried to get her to sit down and talk , Tomoyo would jump again. She was nearly dying with excitement!

" Sakura , today is the happiest day of my life!" Tomoyo cried , her hands clasped in front of her as she rocked back and forth , hearts in her eyes.

" Then would you tell me about it!" Sakura cried , exasperated , grabbing her friend's hands , trying to get her to stay still. Yet Tomoyo was still too full of hyper excitement to stay still and she raced around Sakura , squealing as she jumped on her bed.

Sakura's curiosity and frustration grew until she finally yelled , " Gods , Tomoyo , just spit it out!"

Tomoyo laughed , and collapsed on Sakura's bed , sighing with happiness.

" You know that store my mom opened with the clothes I designed?" Tomoyo asked , bouncing , barely able to keep her secret in. Sakura grimaced. She remembered that day all too well. Tomoyo went even crazier that she was now....it was definitely a horrifying memory for it took Sakura days to convince her father that Tomoyo didn't need to be in a mental hospital.

" What about the store?" Sakura asked. She leaned in to hear Tomoyo's answer as Tomoyo began to get worked up once again.

" My mother is getting me my OWN catalogue and commercial for the store! I can't believe it! It was so surprising! My mother said since the store was doing so good , we can hire some models , photographers and a director and have all the works..."

Sakura gaped at her best friend. Okay , she knew Tomoyo was rich , but not that rich! Tomoyo noticed her friend's expression and laughed.

" My mother did make some regulations , though. I have to pay for half of it , out of my store's income , which will be easy , and I have to organize the whole event. I have to book appointments with the models and directors , make sure the catalogue will be written and I need the best photographer there is and....ooh , it's going to be hard work!"

At this Tomoyo had a sly expression on her face , and Sakura's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

" Tomoyo you'd better not be thinking what I think your thinking!" Sakura growled , but Tomoyo had waved it off and stood up , making a pose.

"Sakura Kinomoto , as my best friend , I'm giving you the honour of helping me organize this event. it will be quite exciting-"

" NO."

"-And we'll have so much fun-"

" NO , Tomoyo!"

"- and you'll do it just for me 'cause I'm your best friend-"

" Tomoyo-"

" GREAT! Come to my house today at 5:00 sharp! Okay?"

Sakura sighed as Tomoyo raced around her room , giggling happily. Sakura collapsed on her bed , sighing at the ceiling. Great...now she had to become Ms. Organizer for Tomoyo's stupid catalogue and commercial. What has she got herself into? Or more accurate , what had Tomoyo got her into?

Sakura stared at the Math homework sitting on her desk , and groaned.

Suddenly , she looked underneath her bed , searching for that special box.

She rooted through all her child's toys until finally her hands landed on a soft , velvet

covered box.

" Yes!" she whispered as she brought it out slowly. She stroked the box and opened it carefully , smiling at the two letters that lay delicately inside the box.

She jumped into her bed , sinking into the pink pillows , sighing contently. She opened one of the well-read letters and was about to lose herself once again in the contents when-

" EEEK! What is that , Sakura?"

Sakura moaned. She had forgotten Tomoyo was still in the room. Tomoyo sat across from her , peering at the green coloured letter perplexedly.

" What is that? Who is it from?"

Sakura scrunched her eyes at Tomoyo ,scrutinizing the look in Tomoyo's eyes. Tomoyo drew back , wonderingly.

" You sure you aren't going to tell ANYONE! Not a single soul? And I don't want this on one of your videos either?" Sakura spoke , her voice lowering.

Tomoyo pouted for a bit before nodding. " You know me better than that! I'm your best friend...."

" Best friend, huh? Remember that time in GRADE TWO when you told everyone how I talked to stuffed animals?" Sakura accused , pointing a finger at Tomoyo teasingly. Tomoyo laughed.

" Come on , Sakura , that was GRADE TWO! You still remember that!" Sakura leaned back giggling , remembering her childhood days.

Tomoyo broke the silence and asked , " Now can you tell me? It looks like its really special to you."

Sakura looked surprised , and then gave a happy giggle. " I don't know why , but it is. Do you remember that day when we won that contest to be Guest DJ's?"

Tomoyo nodded , her eyes taking on a curious look as Sakura continued , " There was this one guy on the radio...who asked for me..." Tomoyo's eyes lighted up as she gasped.

" Yah , I remember! We were all in my mom's limo and then it came over the speakers! I remember you telling me that you had gave him a letter , or something?"

Sakura chuckled. " Yes , I gave him a letter. Signed my name Cherry Blossom , too. In that letter I told him that I wanted to be friends with him , but I wanted to know him first. Without the names , without knowing where each other lives , what we look like..."

Tomoyo looked confused. " What the hell? OK , Sakura , clear this up for me. You actually wrote to him a letter and you know nothing , absolutely NOTHING about this guy?"

Sakura opened her mouth to explain herself when Tomoyo finished , " I like this! Sounds so...mysterious!"

Sakura and Tomoyo stared at each other and then Sakura spurted into laughter with Tomoyo joining in.

Sakura had to wipe away her tears of laughter before she could say , "I know some things about this guy. He loves phys. ed and math , he's weighed down by responsibility , he loves photography and that he lives somewhere in Hong Kong though I don't know exactly. He knows I live in Japan , but he doesn't know where. He's sorta serious and mature for his age , cos I think he's around my age. He's still in school, like me, but he writes advanced you know? I know it might sound crazy , but I have a good feeling about this."

Tomoyo peered at her and sighed. " I learned long time ago never to doubt your instincts...But how do you send each other letters?"

Sakura laughed. " The first letters were through the radio studio until I realised that we can't send from there all the time , so I set up a private post box. In the second letter , I told Little Wolf-" Tomoyo looked confused until Sakura supplied , " The guy I'm writing you. I told him to send it to my private post box. You know , those boxes that are used by people who want to keep their identities secret? They pay for a box and key , and they just have to send their letters to a number. He has one too , and we send from there."

Tomoyo was shaking her head , wonderingly. " This is absolutely crazy! What about your father and your brother?"

Sakura shook her head , worriedly. " They'd go crazy if they knew I was writing to a guy who lived in Hong Kong."

Tomoyo knit her eyebrows together. " Then how will you get your mail?"

Sakura shrugged. " I'm not sure , I can just sneak out , you know."

Tomoyo paced back and forth trying to clear her head. Finally she snapped her fingers.

" I got it! I will send your letters and receive them! I can go to the Post Office and get them for you! No one will know the difference!"

Sakura grinned and hugged her friend. " Okay. But don't read it , alright!"

Tomoyo acted crestfallen. " Are you sure?"

Sakura giggled. " I might tell you some of it....But I think it's kind of private!"

Tomoyo grinned and put an arm around her friend's shoulders. " Well , I guess I can accept this. I mean , you and this 'mysterious man' are just friends. You aren't going to do something insane like falling in love , right?"

Sakura's smile froze on her face , but she answered back , " Right , Tomoyo."

~~~~~****~~~~~~~~

" Xiolang , you've got a phone call!" his sister screeched from up stairs. Syaoran was busy practicing with his sword in the practice rooms. Sweat pearled his forehead as he thrust his sword out in a complicated move , sweeping it down to the floor , around his body , around his neck and to his other hand. It was a dangerous move , but he had finally perfected it. It was a neat trick in sword combat.

" XIOLANG , IT'S YOUR PHONE! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THAT!" his sister yelled once more. Syaoran placed the sword down , and grabbed a towel , wiping the sweat from his face.

" I'm getting it!" he howled back , jogging to the phone. Who was it? Better not be that pesky Linh from school again. She followed him everywhere, always hiking her skirt up around him , bumping into him purposely and dropping her books in front of him. Usually he bend down to pick them up for her , for good manners called for that , but yesterday he pretended he hadn't seen and walked right past her shocked face.

Panting, he grabbed the phone and breathlessly said, " Hello?"

A voice on the other end asked , " Are you...um...Syaoran Li?"

Syaoran sat down quickly , taking a gulp from his water bottle , and answering , " Yes. What can I do for you?"

The female voice spoke , " Hello , my name is Sakura Kinomoto. I have heard of your exceptional photographing skills and would like to hire you. My friend is doing a photo shoot for her clothes store. It's going to appear in a catalogue and we'd be more than happy to meet any of your price demands."

Syaoran grinned slightly. " There is no demands , or anything. I'm happy to do work for you at any price. Though there is a drawback...were do you live?"

The voice answered quizzically , " Tomoeda , Japan. Why?"

Syaoran felt his heart jump slightly. Wasn't that where...

" I'm sorry , I can't do any photo shoots outside of Hong Kong."

The voice sighed , disappointedly. " Are you sure?"

" Absolutely."

The voice turned cheerful again." Okay , that's alright. But if you ever change your mind , please call." She quickly supplied him her number and then hung up.

Syaoran exhaled slowly as he carefully placed the phone back , and got up. Back to practice. As he entered the practice rooms once more , all he could hear was that sweet female's voice on the phone. It reminded him of something....yet he couldn't recall it. It was like he had heard that voice before...

Syaoran sighed and sat one of the benches outlining the practice room. A rare smile grew on his face as he opened one of the letters that rested in a wooden box , carved with Chinese symbols. He folded out the pink letter and read the contents once more.

Dear Little Wolf,

I cannot believe you actually replied! I am so happy that you did though. I was getting so anxious. I know I kind of sound crazy sometimes when I write these letters...I'm just overly hyper active. God knows why I'm saying this...

About your question. I know you must want me to explain why I don't want to reveal identities just yet. Probably because I don't want to be judged by the outside. I want you to be able to judge me from the way my personality is...not from how I look , or where I live. I know that we both will be tempted to do so.

Anyways , I'm getting off topic a bit. What do you really like do in your spare time? I personally love physical education....but absolutely detest math! I know you like it , god knows why , but I see no reason for it to be in school. ( Don't argue with me on that one!) It's absolutely the worst! Anyways , I love gymnastics , and I'm a cheerleader. It's really fun , though I'm not that great at it....

The rest of the letter was so cheerful , he had to let out one of his hardly seen grins. She was certainly interesting to write to. But Syaoran was getting deeply worried. He had a sneaking suspicion that he was getting obsessed with this girl. She had sent him two letters and already he was thinking about it twenty four seven.

Syaoran shook his head , running his hands through his chestnut hair , worriedly. Sighing , he got up and tucked the letter into the box, carefully and prepared to start his practice again.

" Xiolang? Eriol , your sisters and I need to speak with you!" cried his mother. Syaoran snapped his head up confused. He walked out of the practice room , after carefully hiding his box and hurrying into the Living room , where the whole family was sitting on the couches.

He halted , confused. Eriol was sitting dejectedly on one of the other couches , his eyes on the floor. His mother was sitting at the front , her head up with complete defiance and authority. His sisters clustered together , whispering to each other , sneaking looks at Eriol and giggling among themselves.

Syaoran stared at everyone and looked at his mother , bewildered.

" Yes mother?" he asked. His mother motioned for him to sit down and once he did , she looked straight into his eyes , announcing in a clear voice...

" Eriol needs a wife."

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