Disclaimer: Don't own any characters, except the ones I make up. Don't own
CCS, only own the plotlines and stuff.. yeah.
Summary: Sakura has just lost everything that meant anything to her, and is forced to resort to a life on the dangerous city streets of Metropolis. Syaoran's entrance as a rich and spoiled one, gangs, and other conflicts await her..
A/N: Wow, is this.. can it be.. oh yes it can, an update! It's been a LONG time, but I just couldn't find any time to write anything. Anyone who was reading this probably forgot about it a long time ago, but in any case, I'm going to start writing it again. Probably will post one to two chapters a weeks, or at least that's what I'm hoping for. I'll finish it before I continue Hazel Mist.
Her Story
Chapter Seven
Past Voices
By: Kazle
~~*~~
Konna toki ni umaretsuita yo
Da kedo nan to ka susundet'te
Da kara nan to ka koko ni tatte
Bokura wa kyou o okutte'ru
~~*~~
"What took you so long?" demanded the disgruntled looking girl, eyebrows furrowed. It might have been slightly intimidating if not for the fact that the girl stood at four feet, six inches with her short dirty blond hair put up in loose pigtails.
Rita tipped her sunglasses to the bridge of her nose and rolled her eyes comically at the youth who in turn bit her lip but still couldn't hold down her laughter. The older girl grinned and pulled the elastic out of her hair so that the brown shoulder length curls bounced free.
"You're late," the figure who had been watching the scene stated bluntly.
"I know, I know," Rita waved her hand dismissively in his direction and continued making humorous faces at the child.
"Not, 'I know, I know', I want an explanation." He said, irritated.
"Ne, Kashi-kun," She said, drawing out the 'kun' and straightening up, "Take a chill pill once in a while, all this stressing out can't be good for your health."
"Why you--" he sputtered.
"Oh yes, why I was late.." she said, remembering. "Hey you, why are you looking at me like that? It's a good reason I swear!"
Kashi has one eyebrow raised, looking skeptic.
"I think the boss would be interested in it too."
"Oh, really?" The eyebrow just went higher. Any more, and it would disappear, Rita thought to herself with a twinge of annoyance that he obviously wasn't taking her seriously at all.
"I think I've found us a recruit. One that'll prove valuable to Kuro-Neko."
~~*~~
"Is it just me, or is it really, really hot in here?"
"I wish I could say it was just you, " Sakura said fanning herself with a makeshift fan. "Sonomi said she was going to call the air-conditioning fixing guy, right?"
"Yeah, but it seems like hours ago."
"Years, even."
"It must be 300 degrees in here, at least."
Tomoyo dragged herself up off from the wooden floor where both girls had been sitting before.
"I'm going to go down the street and get us something cool to drink." She picked up a few dollars and waved it at herself. She turned back to Sakura. "What do you want?"
"Lemonade, please hurry." Sakura said lifting an arm up from where she was lying on her back.
Tomoyo rolled her eyes, but nodded and left the shop. "I'll be back in five."
The shop door slammed shut and Sakura got up into a sitting position. It had been three days since she had first been hired to work here. Tomoyo and her mother Sonomi were great people and had been very welcoming of her. They didn't seem to find it very odd that Sakura was already sitting outside wide-awake when they came down to open the shop and if they did, they hadn't mentioned it openly. Sonomi had slipped a small key into Sakura's pocket when she had left yesterday and only smiled at Sakura in response to her questioning look.
A small familiar jingle brought her back to her senses and Sakura quickly jumped up from her sitting position, holding onto the counter to keep her balance. A white shoe was the first thing she saw and then the whole person appeared. He came in with a casual entrance, nicely clad, his hair slightly spiked in the front with black sunglasses that hid his eyes.
Sakura raised an eyebrow as he glanced around and then his gaze fell on her.
"Hello," He said, then after a quick scan of the shop, "Not much business right now, huh? Can't blame them though, it's damn hot in here." He fanned himself a little.
The look Sakura gave him was a reproachful one.
"The air conditioning is broken for the time being." She said slowly.
For a while he just looked at her and she found herself getting uncomfortable.
"What do you want?" Sakura asked, unnerved.
"Just wanted to see the girl everyone's rustled up about." He replied.
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing, anyway, I don't believe I've introduced myself. Forgive me, " he bowed slightly. "Yamazaki, Takashi at your service."
Looking taken aback, but slightly amused, Sakura introduced herself. "Kinomoto, Sakura."
"Nice to meet you, Sakura."
It was odd; the way he spoke seemed to contradict his average look.
"What did you mean by what you said before?" she questioned, a little more at ease with him.
"Nothing, just that what you did to Koji Taraka has been getting around. You've sparked the interests of a few important people."
Sakura blushed at the memory; Koji had tried to get her to join a group of some kind. When he persisted, even after she had repeatedly told him NO..
"He definitely asked for that one," Sakura said heatedly, remembering how she had lost her temper with him, and Takashi laughed.
"Knowing him, he probably did. Nonetheless, because of what you did, there will be more who will now want you to join their.. groups."
Sakura blinked at him, "Why are you telling me this?"
"Just thought that you might want to know.. not to suggest that you cannot take care of yourself," he added quickly seeing her eyes narrow, "Previous events have proved otherwise."
He chuckled and Sakura grinned back, finding it infectious.
Another jingle interrupted them, Takashi glanced over and his gaze automatically hardened with an emotion that Sakura could not read.
A girl with curly brown hair done up in a familiar style of two braided- pigtails, which she immediately recognized, entered.
The grin on Sakura's face faded as quickly as it had come on.
"Chiharu."
~~*~~
We've arrived in these times.
But somehow things move on
So somehow we're standing here
And we're living through today.
~~*~~
A/N: Next chapter: Back to that place. I'm trying to get as much of the CCS cast involved in the story as possible, fwoooshh! Getting back on track over here, I'd appreciate a review, please^_^
REVIEW!!!!! Arigatou
~kazle
Summary: Sakura has just lost everything that meant anything to her, and is forced to resort to a life on the dangerous city streets of Metropolis. Syaoran's entrance as a rich and spoiled one, gangs, and other conflicts await her..
A/N: Wow, is this.. can it be.. oh yes it can, an update! It's been a LONG time, but I just couldn't find any time to write anything. Anyone who was reading this probably forgot about it a long time ago, but in any case, I'm going to start writing it again. Probably will post one to two chapters a weeks, or at least that's what I'm hoping for. I'll finish it before I continue Hazel Mist.
Her Story
Chapter Seven
Past Voices
By: Kazle
~~*~~
Konna toki ni umaretsuita yo
Da kedo nan to ka susundet'te
Da kara nan to ka koko ni tatte
Bokura wa kyou o okutte'ru
~~*~~
"What took you so long?" demanded the disgruntled looking girl, eyebrows furrowed. It might have been slightly intimidating if not for the fact that the girl stood at four feet, six inches with her short dirty blond hair put up in loose pigtails.
Rita tipped her sunglasses to the bridge of her nose and rolled her eyes comically at the youth who in turn bit her lip but still couldn't hold down her laughter. The older girl grinned and pulled the elastic out of her hair so that the brown shoulder length curls bounced free.
"You're late," the figure who had been watching the scene stated bluntly.
"I know, I know," Rita waved her hand dismissively in his direction and continued making humorous faces at the child.
"Not, 'I know, I know', I want an explanation." He said, irritated.
"Ne, Kashi-kun," She said, drawing out the 'kun' and straightening up, "Take a chill pill once in a while, all this stressing out can't be good for your health."
"Why you--" he sputtered.
"Oh yes, why I was late.." she said, remembering. "Hey you, why are you looking at me like that? It's a good reason I swear!"
Kashi has one eyebrow raised, looking skeptic.
"I think the boss would be interested in it too."
"Oh, really?" The eyebrow just went higher. Any more, and it would disappear, Rita thought to herself with a twinge of annoyance that he obviously wasn't taking her seriously at all.
"I think I've found us a recruit. One that'll prove valuable to Kuro-Neko."
~~*~~
"Is it just me, or is it really, really hot in here?"
"I wish I could say it was just you, " Sakura said fanning herself with a makeshift fan. "Sonomi said she was going to call the air-conditioning fixing guy, right?"
"Yeah, but it seems like hours ago."
"Years, even."
"It must be 300 degrees in here, at least."
Tomoyo dragged herself up off from the wooden floor where both girls had been sitting before.
"I'm going to go down the street and get us something cool to drink." She picked up a few dollars and waved it at herself. She turned back to Sakura. "What do you want?"
"Lemonade, please hurry." Sakura said lifting an arm up from where she was lying on her back.
Tomoyo rolled her eyes, but nodded and left the shop. "I'll be back in five."
The shop door slammed shut and Sakura got up into a sitting position. It had been three days since she had first been hired to work here. Tomoyo and her mother Sonomi were great people and had been very welcoming of her. They didn't seem to find it very odd that Sakura was already sitting outside wide-awake when they came down to open the shop and if they did, they hadn't mentioned it openly. Sonomi had slipped a small key into Sakura's pocket when she had left yesterday and only smiled at Sakura in response to her questioning look.
A small familiar jingle brought her back to her senses and Sakura quickly jumped up from her sitting position, holding onto the counter to keep her balance. A white shoe was the first thing she saw and then the whole person appeared. He came in with a casual entrance, nicely clad, his hair slightly spiked in the front with black sunglasses that hid his eyes.
Sakura raised an eyebrow as he glanced around and then his gaze fell on her.
"Hello," He said, then after a quick scan of the shop, "Not much business right now, huh? Can't blame them though, it's damn hot in here." He fanned himself a little.
The look Sakura gave him was a reproachful one.
"The air conditioning is broken for the time being." She said slowly.
For a while he just looked at her and she found herself getting uncomfortable.
"What do you want?" Sakura asked, unnerved.
"Just wanted to see the girl everyone's rustled up about." He replied.
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing, anyway, I don't believe I've introduced myself. Forgive me, " he bowed slightly. "Yamazaki, Takashi at your service."
Looking taken aback, but slightly amused, Sakura introduced herself. "Kinomoto, Sakura."
"Nice to meet you, Sakura."
It was odd; the way he spoke seemed to contradict his average look.
"What did you mean by what you said before?" she questioned, a little more at ease with him.
"Nothing, just that what you did to Koji Taraka has been getting around. You've sparked the interests of a few important people."
Sakura blushed at the memory; Koji had tried to get her to join a group of some kind. When he persisted, even after she had repeatedly told him NO..
"He definitely asked for that one," Sakura said heatedly, remembering how she had lost her temper with him, and Takashi laughed.
"Knowing him, he probably did. Nonetheless, because of what you did, there will be more who will now want you to join their.. groups."
Sakura blinked at him, "Why are you telling me this?"
"Just thought that you might want to know.. not to suggest that you cannot take care of yourself," he added quickly seeing her eyes narrow, "Previous events have proved otherwise."
He chuckled and Sakura grinned back, finding it infectious.
Another jingle interrupted them, Takashi glanced over and his gaze automatically hardened with an emotion that Sakura could not read.
A girl with curly brown hair done up in a familiar style of two braided- pigtails, which she immediately recognized, entered.
The grin on Sakura's face faded as quickly as it had come on.
"Chiharu."
~~*~~
We've arrived in these times.
But somehow things move on
So somehow we're standing here
And we're living through today.
~~*~~
A/N: Next chapter: Back to that place. I'm trying to get as much of the CCS cast involved in the story as possible, fwoooshh! Getting back on track over here, I'd appreciate a review, please^_^
REVIEW!!!!! Arigatou
~kazle