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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: Kira, I just take the lyrics to some Japanese songs that fit the chapter and copy and paste the Japanese spelling and the English spelling of the lyrics ^_^ lol, I can't speak Japanese fluently, if that's what you mean. The Japanese I can speak I learned from watching anime. You tend to pick it up after a while ^_^ Chappy number eight.. Back to that Place
Her Story
Chapter Eight
Back to that Place
By: Kazle
~~*~~
Hito wa mina kawaru to iu karedo
Sonna koto nai yo , ne?
Omoide no tsumatta ano basho ni
Mata atsumaritai ne.
~~*~~
"Chiharu." Takashi said, with a rather dull tone. "It's been awhile."
The brown haired girl met his penetrating stare with a glare of her own.
"Yamazaki, what are you doing here?" she said, an edge to her voice.
"Nothing that concerns you. I didn't expect to be seeing you again of all people, especially in this part of the city," Takashi answered coolly. A tense silence followed.
*Jingle jingle*
"Sakura!" Tomoyo's voice held a joking tone, "Haven't died yet, I hope? I brought the lemona- oh we have company?"
Chiharu looked up.
"Sakura?" she glanced around Takashi.
There was a slight pause within the room as the two locked gazes.
Sakura was the one to break it though, as she turned her attention back to Tomoyo. Deciding to ignore the chestnut haired girl who brought back so many memories, she grinned at the confused-looking Tomoyo.
"Barely survived, thanks," she took the cup from Tomoyo who in turned rolled her eyes.
"Made it just in time, then."
"Mm."
"That'll be three dollars and twenty five cents," Tomoyo said with her 'cash-register' voice and Sakura glanced up where Chiharu was now at the cash register with a few cans of soda. She put a few dollars on the counter top and seemed to feel the stare. Sakura looked away and back at Takashi.
He was turned slightly away from her, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses and his expression void of any emotion Sakura could detect. It was completely opposite of the Takashi that had been cheerily talking to her not moments ago. Sakura frowned, wondering what was going on between him and Chiharu. Judging by the words they had exchanged before, they obviously knew each other.
Chewing on her straw, Sakura pondered this for moment, and then gave up, shaking her head.
That brought her back to her own issues, and she fell into her own silence.
"Thank you for your business, please come again," Tomoyo chirped politely.
Chiharu only nodded, took her bag, and quickly left, the door jingling behind her.
Tomoyo looked at Sakura worriedly. She had been oddly quiet and distant for a while.
"Well, Sakura, I must be going now," Takashi said, now beaming at her.
A little taken aback, and caught out of her reverie Sakura nodded once, and grinned back. Tomoyo gave a small sigh of relief, seeing the life spark back into her new friend's eyes. Takashi waved to both of them and whistling, left the shop.
Sakura sighed, and turned back around to Tomoyo, shifting side to side on her feet.
"Um.. About that..," Sakura faltered for a second.
"No, no, no. It's no problem," Tomoyo said reassuringly, smiling, "I'm sure you'll tell me when you're ready to."
Sakura's shoulders relaxed and she offered a small smile.
"Thanks."
~~*~~
Syaoran sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he sat crouched over his Algebra homework. His eyes scanned the problem again, and he sighed again still unable to comprehend it at all.
"Man, you sound really depressed with all that sighing, you know," Eriol remarked.
Syaoran adjusted the phone headset.
"This is impossible."
"You're making it harder than it is, staring at it dumbly like that, " Eriol said dryly.
Syaoran didn't even ask how Eriol would know he was doing that; he just supposed it was because of how well his best friend seemed to know him. Besides, whenever he did decide to ask him, Eriol would just simply ignore the question.
"Agh, this is insane. Why do I have to do this? How am I going to use the distributive property when I get older?" Syaoran mumbled, disgruntled.
"Are you going to make me explain it to you *again*?" Eriol asked.
"No, that's ok.."
Actually, the problem wasn't that he didn't understand it. Lately his mind had been preoccupied with a certain auburn-haired girl that he just couldn't figure out. He didn't understand why he was thinking about it so much, she just seemed to pop up when he didn't want her to. He had other things to think about anyway..
"So did she?" Eriol asked, irritated. Syaoran got the feeling that this wasn't the first time he had been asked this question.
"What- oh.. huh?"
"I had a feeling that you spacing out again. What's been with you these past few days?"
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking."
"Well, there's some progress. Unfortunately from how you're doing in Algebra, I'm guessing that this doesn't have to do with school." Eriol said.
"I'm just tired, that's all." Syaoran said, making his excuse.
"Ok, so back to what I was saying," Eriol continued, "Has she asked you yet?"
"Who?"
"Rachel" Eriol said, spelling it out, "Has she asked you to her party yet?"
"Oh, no, she hasn't yet."
"Oh, I'm sure it's only a matter of time, don't sweat it Syaoran."
"Hm. Listen, I have to finish this Algebra or Ms. Fay will kill me tomorrow."
"Yeah, that woman will take any reason to keep us in detention."
"You got that right." Just yesterday, she had kept them after for 'conversing too loudly', when they were talking at the same volume as everyone in the room.
"Alright, see you tomorrow."
~*~
"Hah.. this feels nice," Sakura said as she and Tomoyo sat in front of the just newly fixed air conditioner. The fan screwed up her voice and it came out as a squeaky disoriented stream of words.
They both, after having drank all of their lemonade, found this extremely amusing and continued to experiment with different phrases, breaking out into laughter in the middle of each one.
They presented a particularly amusing scene when Sonomi found them a few minutes later.
"Hey you two, could you start stacking these new shipments on the shelves? I need to make a phone call."
"Yup!" the two chorused together and then completely broke down again.
Sonomi hid a grin and left the two.
Once they had calmed down, they had started stacking up the items. Sakura picked up a case full of assorted chip bags and began placing them on their designated shelf. In the middle of doing so, she noticed the 'E-Ploid' cut- out square on the backs of them.
~Flashback~
"Sakura-chan! Come over and look at this!" an excited voice squealed.
"What is it, Chiharu-chan?" Sakura asked, rushing over to where her friend was crouched over what looked like a small magazine.
"Look, look!" The small seven year old with brown hair up in her traditional pigtails insisted, pointing at a picture.
"Wow!" Sakura exclaimed, seeing the picture of a stereo on the booklet. "But.. Chiharu-chan, why are showing this to me, I don't we could ever get one.."
Chiharu laughed at her friend's disheartened expression.
"No, no, Sakura-chan. See, all we gotta do is collect a bunch of these little squares and send them to these people and then they'll send the stereo back to us!" Chiharu explained.
Sakura's eyes widened.
"Really??"
Chiharu grinned and nodded.
For the next few weeks, the stereo had become their little project. During lunchtime in kindergarten, they would go around asking people to spare their little 'ploid squares'. Finally, at the end of the 3rd week, they finally had enough to send in for their stereo.
"Ah, Sakura-chan! Sakura-chan! Come here quick, it's finally here!"
Sakura cheered and they both set to opening the package.
Shuffling through the little foam balls, Sakura's small hands finally felt something hard. She gripped onto it and pulled it out.
"I found it!"
"Wow!"
Sakura looked over it.
"Um.. Chiharu-chan, isn't it a little small?"
"Mm."
"Oh well!"
They soon got over the disappointing size of their mini-radio.
"Hey, look, what does this button do?"
Chiharu experimentally twisted it up and the volume of the music exploded.
"Whoa!!"
Sakura clapped her hands over her ears.
"Turn it down!!"
Chiharu twisted the volume button back the opposite way, while trying to keep the sound from killing her ears at the same time with her other hand. They both stared at each other for a second, then erupted into identical giggles.
~End Flashback~
~~*~~
They say everyone changes
But that's not always how it is, is it?
I want to meet again in
That place with so many memories.
~~*~~
A/N: Whew.. Done! My computer was being stupid, so it took much longer than I anticipated for my to get this up. Don't know the title to the next chapter; it'll be out by next weekend. Till then!
PLEASE REVIEW!!! Arigatou~~
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: Kira, I just take the lyrics to some Japanese songs that fit the chapter and copy and paste the Japanese spelling and the English spelling of the lyrics ^_^ lol, I can't speak Japanese fluently, if that's what you mean. The Japanese I can speak I learned from watching anime. You tend to pick it up after a while ^_^ Chappy number eight.. Back to that Place
Her Story
Chapter Eight
Back to that Place
By: Kazle
~~*~~
Hito wa mina kawaru to iu karedo
Sonna koto nai yo , ne?
Omoide no tsumatta ano basho ni
Mata atsumaritai ne.
~~*~~
"Chiharu." Takashi said, with a rather dull tone. "It's been awhile."
The brown haired girl met his penetrating stare with a glare of her own.
"Yamazaki, what are you doing here?" she said, an edge to her voice.
"Nothing that concerns you. I didn't expect to be seeing you again of all people, especially in this part of the city," Takashi answered coolly. A tense silence followed.
*Jingle jingle*
"Sakura!" Tomoyo's voice held a joking tone, "Haven't died yet, I hope? I brought the lemona- oh we have company?"
Chiharu looked up.
"Sakura?" she glanced around Takashi.
There was a slight pause within the room as the two locked gazes.
Sakura was the one to break it though, as she turned her attention back to Tomoyo. Deciding to ignore the chestnut haired girl who brought back so many memories, she grinned at the confused-looking Tomoyo.
"Barely survived, thanks," she took the cup from Tomoyo who in turned rolled her eyes.
"Made it just in time, then."
"Mm."
"That'll be three dollars and twenty five cents," Tomoyo said with her 'cash-register' voice and Sakura glanced up where Chiharu was now at the cash register with a few cans of soda. She put a few dollars on the counter top and seemed to feel the stare. Sakura looked away and back at Takashi.
He was turned slightly away from her, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses and his expression void of any emotion Sakura could detect. It was completely opposite of the Takashi that had been cheerily talking to her not moments ago. Sakura frowned, wondering what was going on between him and Chiharu. Judging by the words they had exchanged before, they obviously knew each other.
Chewing on her straw, Sakura pondered this for moment, and then gave up, shaking her head.
That brought her back to her own issues, and she fell into her own silence.
"Thank you for your business, please come again," Tomoyo chirped politely.
Chiharu only nodded, took her bag, and quickly left, the door jingling behind her.
Tomoyo looked at Sakura worriedly. She had been oddly quiet and distant for a while.
"Well, Sakura, I must be going now," Takashi said, now beaming at her.
A little taken aback, and caught out of her reverie Sakura nodded once, and grinned back. Tomoyo gave a small sigh of relief, seeing the life spark back into her new friend's eyes. Takashi waved to both of them and whistling, left the shop.
Sakura sighed, and turned back around to Tomoyo, shifting side to side on her feet.
"Um.. About that..," Sakura faltered for a second.
"No, no, no. It's no problem," Tomoyo said reassuringly, smiling, "I'm sure you'll tell me when you're ready to."
Sakura's shoulders relaxed and she offered a small smile.
"Thanks."
~~*~~
Syaoran sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he sat crouched over his Algebra homework. His eyes scanned the problem again, and he sighed again still unable to comprehend it at all.
"Man, you sound really depressed with all that sighing, you know," Eriol remarked.
Syaoran adjusted the phone headset.
"This is impossible."
"You're making it harder than it is, staring at it dumbly like that, " Eriol said dryly.
Syaoran didn't even ask how Eriol would know he was doing that; he just supposed it was because of how well his best friend seemed to know him. Besides, whenever he did decide to ask him, Eriol would just simply ignore the question.
"Agh, this is insane. Why do I have to do this? How am I going to use the distributive property when I get older?" Syaoran mumbled, disgruntled.
"Are you going to make me explain it to you *again*?" Eriol asked.
"No, that's ok.."
Actually, the problem wasn't that he didn't understand it. Lately his mind had been preoccupied with a certain auburn-haired girl that he just couldn't figure out. He didn't understand why he was thinking about it so much, she just seemed to pop up when he didn't want her to. He had other things to think about anyway..
"So did she?" Eriol asked, irritated. Syaoran got the feeling that this wasn't the first time he had been asked this question.
"What- oh.. huh?"
"I had a feeling that you spacing out again. What's been with you these past few days?"
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking."
"Well, there's some progress. Unfortunately from how you're doing in Algebra, I'm guessing that this doesn't have to do with school." Eriol said.
"I'm just tired, that's all." Syaoran said, making his excuse.
"Ok, so back to what I was saying," Eriol continued, "Has she asked you yet?"
"Who?"
"Rachel" Eriol said, spelling it out, "Has she asked you to her party yet?"
"Oh, no, she hasn't yet."
"Oh, I'm sure it's only a matter of time, don't sweat it Syaoran."
"Hm. Listen, I have to finish this Algebra or Ms. Fay will kill me tomorrow."
"Yeah, that woman will take any reason to keep us in detention."
"You got that right." Just yesterday, she had kept them after for 'conversing too loudly', when they were talking at the same volume as everyone in the room.
"Alright, see you tomorrow."
~*~
"Hah.. this feels nice," Sakura said as she and Tomoyo sat in front of the just newly fixed air conditioner. The fan screwed up her voice and it came out as a squeaky disoriented stream of words.
They both, after having drank all of their lemonade, found this extremely amusing and continued to experiment with different phrases, breaking out into laughter in the middle of each one.
They presented a particularly amusing scene when Sonomi found them a few minutes later.
"Hey you two, could you start stacking these new shipments on the shelves? I need to make a phone call."
"Yup!" the two chorused together and then completely broke down again.
Sonomi hid a grin and left the two.
Once they had calmed down, they had started stacking up the items. Sakura picked up a case full of assorted chip bags and began placing them on their designated shelf. In the middle of doing so, she noticed the 'E-Ploid' cut- out square on the backs of them.
~Flashback~
"Sakura-chan! Come over and look at this!" an excited voice squealed.
"What is it, Chiharu-chan?" Sakura asked, rushing over to where her friend was crouched over what looked like a small magazine.
"Look, look!" The small seven year old with brown hair up in her traditional pigtails insisted, pointing at a picture.
"Wow!" Sakura exclaimed, seeing the picture of a stereo on the booklet. "But.. Chiharu-chan, why are showing this to me, I don't we could ever get one.."
Chiharu laughed at her friend's disheartened expression.
"No, no, Sakura-chan. See, all we gotta do is collect a bunch of these little squares and send them to these people and then they'll send the stereo back to us!" Chiharu explained.
Sakura's eyes widened.
"Really??"
Chiharu grinned and nodded.
For the next few weeks, the stereo had become their little project. During lunchtime in kindergarten, they would go around asking people to spare their little 'ploid squares'. Finally, at the end of the 3rd week, they finally had enough to send in for their stereo.
"Ah, Sakura-chan! Sakura-chan! Come here quick, it's finally here!"
Sakura cheered and they both set to opening the package.
Shuffling through the little foam balls, Sakura's small hands finally felt something hard. She gripped onto it and pulled it out.
"I found it!"
"Wow!"
Sakura looked over it.
"Um.. Chiharu-chan, isn't it a little small?"
"Mm."
"Oh well!"
They soon got over the disappointing size of their mini-radio.
"Hey, look, what does this button do?"
Chiharu experimentally twisted it up and the volume of the music exploded.
"Whoa!!"
Sakura clapped her hands over her ears.
"Turn it down!!"
Chiharu twisted the volume button back the opposite way, while trying to keep the sound from killing her ears at the same time with her other hand. They both stared at each other for a second, then erupted into identical giggles.
~End Flashback~
~~*~~
They say everyone changes
But that's not always how it is, is it?
I want to meet again in
That place with so many memories.
~~*~~
A/N: Whew.. Done! My computer was being stupid, so it took much longer than I anticipated for my to get this up. Don't know the title to the next chapter; it'll be out by next weekend. Till then!
PLEASE REVIEW!!! Arigatou~~