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Hey, people. This is the part where everything begins to unravel. Oh, and since I forgot to put this in the summary, I think I should put this down now. Although this whole story does have some Yukito/Sakura scenes, it's ultimately a Yue/Sakura fic.
Near and Far
~Sakura's P.O.V~
I got home at around 8:00, having spent four hours teaching the dance team a new routine. I was still feeling beat, but I was just glad all my other clubs and teams didn't have to meet today. I kicked off my shoes and headed into the kitchen to fix something to eat. Afterwards, I took a shower and got ready for bed.
As I was laying there, I suddenly thought about the new teacher I met today. Mr. Tsukishiro seemed so young, hardly over twenty-five or twenty six. Cute, too, I added as an afterthought.
But there was something about him that made me wonder. During those few moments when I was being introduced to him, I could've sworn I felt this warm sensation in me, and for a second there, it felt like I knew him from somewhere long ago. But that was stupid. He was from Japan, and I'd never been there.
"But didn't the police say they found you inside a plane that was coming
from Japan?" said a voice inside my head.
Yeah, they did, but I don't remember anything about it. I don't remember anything about my life before waking up and finding myself in a hospital bed. I was only twelve then.
"It's no use thinking about a past you don't remember, Sakura. You've got
a new life now," said another voice in my head.
It felt like hours before I finally fell asleep.
~end Sakura's P.O.V~
When Yukito walked into the classroom, he found it nearly empty, except for two students, both girls. One had blonde hair and the other was a brunette. They looked up when he set his bag on the front desk.
"Hello, you must be the new teacher," said the blonde girl.
"Yes, I am. My name is Mr. Tsukishiro," he said, smiling.
"Well, nice to meet you. I'm Jordan and this is Krysta," said the brunette, pointing to herself and the blonde girl.
"So tell me. What exactly is the level of this class?" asked Yukito.
"Oh, we're pretty good. I mean, this is an honors Algebra II class," said the blonde named Krysta.
"Pretty much all of us score around, like, B+ average. There's only one person in this class who always gets an A," said Jordan, playing with a strand of hair.
"Who is it?" asked Yukito with interest.
"Her name's Sakura, and she's the smartest one in class. I think you already met her, I saw you and Principal Wilson talking to her yesterday," said Jordan.
"Yes, I did meet her. She seemed like a very nice girl. What's she like?" he asked, hoping not to appear over-interested.
But at that point, the classroom door opened, and in came Sakura herself. Today, she was wearing a blue tank top and capris. She was carrying a textbook and a binder under one arm. She also had her sports bag with her. When she saw him, she smiled.
"Oh, Mr. Tsukishiro! So I am in your class. What a coincidence!" she said, taking a seat near the window.
Yue stared at his Mistress from behind Yukito's eyes. She looked back at him and smiled, which caused another pang in his heart. She wasn't really looking at him, nor was she smiling at him. It was Yukito she was looking at. It was true, she didn't remember Yukito and regarded him only as a teacher, but at least she could see him. With Yue, however, she couldn't remember him, couldn't see him, didn't even know he was there. And it hurt. Bad.
Yukito felt his pain, and he understood it perfectly. It had to be painful when the one you loved did not know you existed.
"Don't worry, Yue. She'll get her memories back. I know she will" he said silently to him.
Yue didn't answer. Perhaps she would and perhaps she wouldn't. He did know that his Mistress would eventually need help-his help-if she tried to regain her memories. How he knew, he couldn't say, but when the time came, he would be ready to help her.
~At the end of the day~
Yukito walked past the swim complex to get to the staff parking lot. The pool looked empty, but then he noticed someone standing, poised, on the high diving board. It was Sakura. As he watched, Sakura balanced, then launched herself into a neat swan dive. The water hardly splashed when she went under. Nothing happened for a few seconds, but then she surfaced and began to do fast, furious strokes.
Both Yukito and Yue watched her. Yue got the sudden urge to call to her, but he knew she would only hear Yukito's voice. She wouldn't be able to hear him.
After about fifteen minutes, Yukito made his way to his car and got in. It was bad, knowing how his other self felt and not being able to anything. Sighing, he started the engine and drove back to his apartment.
~Later~
Yue stood outside on the balcony with his wings folded, watching the sky grow darker. He closed his eyes. It seemed the pain inside him was grew stronger every time he thought about his Mistress.
Faintly, he heard the apartment next door open and shut. Quickly, he changed back. Yukito went inside and closed the sliding glass door.
~Next door~
Sakura took off her shoes and headed for the shower to rinse the chlorine out of her hair. Then she started on her load of homework, which took her to nearly about midnight to finish. When she was done, she was too tired to eat anything, and she fell onto her bed and passed out.
Hey, people. This is the part where everything begins to unravel. Oh, and since I forgot to put this in the summary, I think I should put this down now. Although this whole story does have some Yukito/Sakura scenes, it's ultimately a Yue/Sakura fic.
Near and Far
~Sakura's P.O.V~
I got home at around 8:00, having spent four hours teaching the dance team a new routine. I was still feeling beat, but I was just glad all my other clubs and teams didn't have to meet today. I kicked off my shoes and headed into the kitchen to fix something to eat. Afterwards, I took a shower and got ready for bed.
As I was laying there, I suddenly thought about the new teacher I met today. Mr. Tsukishiro seemed so young, hardly over twenty-five or twenty six. Cute, too, I added as an afterthought.
But there was something about him that made me wonder. During those few moments when I was being introduced to him, I could've sworn I felt this warm sensation in me, and for a second there, it felt like I knew him from somewhere long ago. But that was stupid. He was from Japan, and I'd never been there.
"But didn't the police say they found you inside a plane that was coming
from Japan?" said a voice inside my head.
Yeah, they did, but I don't remember anything about it. I don't remember anything about my life before waking up and finding myself in a hospital bed. I was only twelve then.
"It's no use thinking about a past you don't remember, Sakura. You've got
a new life now," said another voice in my head.
It felt like hours before I finally fell asleep.
~end Sakura's P.O.V~
When Yukito walked into the classroom, he found it nearly empty, except for two students, both girls. One had blonde hair and the other was a brunette. They looked up when he set his bag on the front desk.
"Hello, you must be the new teacher," said the blonde girl.
"Yes, I am. My name is Mr. Tsukishiro," he said, smiling.
"Well, nice to meet you. I'm Jordan and this is Krysta," said the brunette, pointing to herself and the blonde girl.
"So tell me. What exactly is the level of this class?" asked Yukito.
"Oh, we're pretty good. I mean, this is an honors Algebra II class," said the blonde named Krysta.
"Pretty much all of us score around, like, B+ average. There's only one person in this class who always gets an A," said Jordan, playing with a strand of hair.
"Who is it?" asked Yukito with interest.
"Her name's Sakura, and she's the smartest one in class. I think you already met her, I saw you and Principal Wilson talking to her yesterday," said Jordan.
"Yes, I did meet her. She seemed like a very nice girl. What's she like?" he asked, hoping not to appear over-interested.
But at that point, the classroom door opened, and in came Sakura herself. Today, she was wearing a blue tank top and capris. She was carrying a textbook and a binder under one arm. She also had her sports bag with her. When she saw him, she smiled.
"Oh, Mr. Tsukishiro! So I am in your class. What a coincidence!" she said, taking a seat near the window.
Yue stared at his Mistress from behind Yukito's eyes. She looked back at him and smiled, which caused another pang in his heart. She wasn't really looking at him, nor was she smiling at him. It was Yukito she was looking at. It was true, she didn't remember Yukito and regarded him only as a teacher, but at least she could see him. With Yue, however, she couldn't remember him, couldn't see him, didn't even know he was there. And it hurt. Bad.
Yukito felt his pain, and he understood it perfectly. It had to be painful when the one you loved did not know you existed.
"Don't worry, Yue. She'll get her memories back. I know she will" he said silently to him.
Yue didn't answer. Perhaps she would and perhaps she wouldn't. He did know that his Mistress would eventually need help-his help-if she tried to regain her memories. How he knew, he couldn't say, but when the time came, he would be ready to help her.
~At the end of the day~
Yukito walked past the swim complex to get to the staff parking lot. The pool looked empty, but then he noticed someone standing, poised, on the high diving board. It was Sakura. As he watched, Sakura balanced, then launched herself into a neat swan dive. The water hardly splashed when she went under. Nothing happened for a few seconds, but then she surfaced and began to do fast, furious strokes.
Both Yukito and Yue watched her. Yue got the sudden urge to call to her, but he knew she would only hear Yukito's voice. She wouldn't be able to hear him.
After about fifteen minutes, Yukito made his way to his car and got in. It was bad, knowing how his other self felt and not being able to anything. Sighing, he started the engine and drove back to his apartment.
~Later~
Yue stood outside on the balcony with his wings folded, watching the sky grow darker. He closed his eyes. It seemed the pain inside him was grew stronger every time he thought about his Mistress.
Faintly, he heard the apartment next door open and shut. Quickly, he changed back. Yukito went inside and closed the sliding glass door.
~Next door~
Sakura took off her shoes and headed for the shower to rinse the chlorine out of her hair. Then she started on her load of homework, which took her to nearly about midnight to finish. When she was done, she was too tired to eat anything, and she fell onto her bed and passed out.