Disclaimer: I do not own CCS.
Okay, I think I'll quit it with the Yue-pining-away-for-Sakura thing. I think I made my point clear that Sakura is completely oblivious about her past...until now. This is where it starts to get interesting. I hope so anyway.
Beginning of Dreams
It was midnight and Sakura was still awake. Her night out with Mr. Tsukishiro had been fun, but the whole time, she felt slightly uneasy. She tried to tell herself that it was nothing, that she was only feeling that way because he was her teacher. Yet, at times, she had sworn she felt attractive feelings toward him, and that had unnerved her because they just sprung up inside her, sudden and irresistible. Also, she did not forget that strange feeling she had that they met before. It was so confusing.
Sakura slowly dropped off to sleep, her mind tired from thinking so much. That night, she had a strange vision, which continued to appear in her dreams.
-Sakura's Dream-
She was standing in front of her favorite downtown café, wearing her usual tank-and-jeans outfit. On her neck was her star key necklace. Suddenly, her surroundings turned pitch black, including the sky and the ground.
"Huh...what's going on here?" she said.
She started to run, but everywhere she turned, there was nothing but black. Then, in front of her, the darkness wavered a bit, and many figures appeared. A boy with brown hair, dressed in green Chinese robes, stood to one side. Another boy, this one with navy blue hair and round glasses and dressed in sorcerer's robes, stood on another side. A beautiful fair- skinned girl with raven hair, wearing a school uniform and carrying a camera, stood next to him. Near the back, there was a man who also wore glasses that looked in his mid-forties. Next to him stood a younger man, and Sakura thought they must be father and son because they looked alike.
In the very front stood the most odd, and the most beautiful, of the group. One was a magnificent golden beast with jewels adorned on its head and large white wings on its shoulders. By his side was the tall, majestic form of what was unmistakably an angel, a male one. But this was like no angel Sakura had ever seen in movies, TV, or even artwork. This angel had milk-white skin, long silver hair that was tied and which trailed on the ground, and the most amazing eyes that were the shade of a silvery-violet. This angel was dressed in long flowing white robes with violet on the front, which was also adorned with jewels.
As Sakura looked at all the group, the angel stretched out a hand toward her.
"Come back to us..." he said in a cool-but-warm voice (does that even make sense?).
"Who...who are you?" said Sakura.
But the angel just looked at her with mournful eyes, as did the golden beast.
"Come back to us..." he said again.
And one by one, the people started to disappear, until only the angel and the golden beast were left.
"What do you want with me?" asked Sakura, a little creeped out now.
"Come back to us..." was the reply.
And then, they began to fade as well.
"Wait! Who are you?" shouted Sakura.
In the dark, she heard the angel's voice.
"When you find yourself again, you will know the answer," it said.
-End Sakura's Dream-
The next day, Sakura got up at nearly eleven, feeling tired.
"Man, talk about weird. That dream was totally out there," she said to herself.
She went into the bathroom, washed up, and got dressed, and she went into the kitchen to fix something to eat. The phone rang and she picked it up.
"Hello? Oh, hi, Mary. What's up?" she said.
"The annual art show is next week and Ms. Taylor wants your project in by Monday."
"What? Already? But I haven't even started yet! I don't even know what to do on my project," she complained.
"Well that's what she wants, and she says no late projects allowed."
"Fine, whatever. I'll have it by Monday," grumbled Sakura.
She hung up the phone, feeling glum. She was usually good with turning things in on time, but this seemed a bit much.
~Who does Ms. Taylor think I am, Super Girl or something? I can't finish something that big by Monday.~ she thought to herself.
She already had her material ready; she had decided on making a clay sculpture when she first heard about the art show. Now it seemed impossible even to do a painting or a drawing, much less a sculpture. When she closed her eyes, trying to think of how she would pull it off, images of last night's dream flashed across her mind: the café downtown, the darkness, all those people suddenly appearing, the tall angel and the golden beast...
Her eyes shot open. Of course! She would do her sculpture on the tall angel and the golden beast. It would mean staying up late, but she just had to get that project in. In the past, she needed models for a clay sculpture, but the images were so clear and vivid in her mind that she was sure she could do it.
After a hasty breakfast, Sakura rummaged around in her large closet until she found what she was looking for: a large block of clay, paints and brushes, glaze, and a kiln. Right away, she began to work.
Sakura didn't know how much time had passed; she didn't stop to eat or rest. Strangely, she didn't feel the least bit hungry or tired. It seemed as if part of her mind was determined not to rest until the whole thing was complete. The hours flitted past; before she knew, it was night time again, and she stopped occasionally only to go to the bathroom and to turn on the light when it became hard to see. Sakura didn't do anything else as she worked straight into the night.
Finally, at around four in the morning, Sakura stepped back to admire her sculpture. It was almost done, and it already looked perfect. She was beginning to feel exhausted, having spent literally the whole day and night working, but she wasn't done yet.
After firing it in the kiln, Sakura painted her sculpture, careful not to mess up. She painted the golden beast first, using gold paint for the body and legs and parts of the face. She painted its muzzle and the area between the eyes white, and its nose black. The jewel on its forehead was red.
Sakura was extra-careful painting the angel. The skin became white and the robes were white with purple. She painted his hair with diluted silver paint, and his eyes, violet. She let the paint dry, then she brushed on a topcoat of glaze, so that her sculpture looked shiny.
By the time she was completely finished, it was nine in the morning. Placing her work on the coffee table, she put her supplies back in her closet and spent most of the day sleeping.
-The Night of the Art Show-
Yukito was walking past all the art projects that were displayed in the multi-use room. There were some pretty accomplished artists at the school, he thought vaguely. Each of the art students were standing proudly beside their work. Some were talking to the guests; others were making sure their projects looked right.
Suddenly, he spotted Sakura and, remembering that she was an art student too, hurried over to her.
"Hello, Sakura," he said.
"Oh hi, Mr. Tsukishiro. Check out my project!" she said.
Sakura moved aside, and Yukito gave a small gasp. Yue froze up. There, on the table, was a clay sculpture of himself and Cerberus. It was beautifully done, and so lifelike, that for a moment he thought his Mistress had regained her memories.
"How did you come up with something like that?" Yukito asked quickly.
"Cool, huh? It'll sound weird if I say it, but these two have been appearing in my dreams lately, so I decided to do my project on them," said Sakura, beaming.
"Is that so? Well, it certainly is a beautiful piece of work," he said.
Yukito left the art show and drove home. Once in his apartment, he let Yue surface. Yue had been shocked by Sakura's sculpture, but even more so when he heard the reason behind it. If it was true that she was starting to have dreams, then...
Hearing the apartment next door open and shut, he changed back to Yukito.
Okay, I think I'll quit it with the Yue-pining-away-for-Sakura thing. I think I made my point clear that Sakura is completely oblivious about her past...until now. This is where it starts to get interesting. I hope so anyway.
Beginning of Dreams
It was midnight and Sakura was still awake. Her night out with Mr. Tsukishiro had been fun, but the whole time, she felt slightly uneasy. She tried to tell herself that it was nothing, that she was only feeling that way because he was her teacher. Yet, at times, she had sworn she felt attractive feelings toward him, and that had unnerved her because they just sprung up inside her, sudden and irresistible. Also, she did not forget that strange feeling she had that they met before. It was so confusing.
Sakura slowly dropped off to sleep, her mind tired from thinking so much. That night, she had a strange vision, which continued to appear in her dreams.
-Sakura's Dream-
She was standing in front of her favorite downtown café, wearing her usual tank-and-jeans outfit. On her neck was her star key necklace. Suddenly, her surroundings turned pitch black, including the sky and the ground.
"Huh...what's going on here?" she said.
She started to run, but everywhere she turned, there was nothing but black. Then, in front of her, the darkness wavered a bit, and many figures appeared. A boy with brown hair, dressed in green Chinese robes, stood to one side. Another boy, this one with navy blue hair and round glasses and dressed in sorcerer's robes, stood on another side. A beautiful fair- skinned girl with raven hair, wearing a school uniform and carrying a camera, stood next to him. Near the back, there was a man who also wore glasses that looked in his mid-forties. Next to him stood a younger man, and Sakura thought they must be father and son because they looked alike.
In the very front stood the most odd, and the most beautiful, of the group. One was a magnificent golden beast with jewels adorned on its head and large white wings on its shoulders. By his side was the tall, majestic form of what was unmistakably an angel, a male one. But this was like no angel Sakura had ever seen in movies, TV, or even artwork. This angel had milk-white skin, long silver hair that was tied and which trailed on the ground, and the most amazing eyes that were the shade of a silvery-violet. This angel was dressed in long flowing white robes with violet on the front, which was also adorned with jewels.
As Sakura looked at all the group, the angel stretched out a hand toward her.
"Come back to us..." he said in a cool-but-warm voice (does that even make sense?).
"Who...who are you?" said Sakura.
But the angel just looked at her with mournful eyes, as did the golden beast.
"Come back to us..." he said again.
And one by one, the people started to disappear, until only the angel and the golden beast were left.
"What do you want with me?" asked Sakura, a little creeped out now.
"Come back to us..." was the reply.
And then, they began to fade as well.
"Wait! Who are you?" shouted Sakura.
In the dark, she heard the angel's voice.
"When you find yourself again, you will know the answer," it said.
-End Sakura's Dream-
The next day, Sakura got up at nearly eleven, feeling tired.
"Man, talk about weird. That dream was totally out there," she said to herself.
She went into the bathroom, washed up, and got dressed, and she went into the kitchen to fix something to eat. The phone rang and she picked it up.
"Hello? Oh, hi, Mary. What's up?" she said.
"The annual art show is next week and Ms. Taylor wants your project in by Monday."
"What? Already? But I haven't even started yet! I don't even know what to do on my project," she complained.
"Well that's what she wants, and she says no late projects allowed."
"Fine, whatever. I'll have it by Monday," grumbled Sakura.
She hung up the phone, feeling glum. She was usually good with turning things in on time, but this seemed a bit much.
~Who does Ms. Taylor think I am, Super Girl or something? I can't finish something that big by Monday.~ she thought to herself.
She already had her material ready; she had decided on making a clay sculpture when she first heard about the art show. Now it seemed impossible even to do a painting or a drawing, much less a sculpture. When she closed her eyes, trying to think of how she would pull it off, images of last night's dream flashed across her mind: the café downtown, the darkness, all those people suddenly appearing, the tall angel and the golden beast...
Her eyes shot open. Of course! She would do her sculpture on the tall angel and the golden beast. It would mean staying up late, but she just had to get that project in. In the past, she needed models for a clay sculpture, but the images were so clear and vivid in her mind that she was sure she could do it.
After a hasty breakfast, Sakura rummaged around in her large closet until she found what she was looking for: a large block of clay, paints and brushes, glaze, and a kiln. Right away, she began to work.
Sakura didn't know how much time had passed; she didn't stop to eat or rest. Strangely, she didn't feel the least bit hungry or tired. It seemed as if part of her mind was determined not to rest until the whole thing was complete. The hours flitted past; before she knew, it was night time again, and she stopped occasionally only to go to the bathroom and to turn on the light when it became hard to see. Sakura didn't do anything else as she worked straight into the night.
Finally, at around four in the morning, Sakura stepped back to admire her sculpture. It was almost done, and it already looked perfect. She was beginning to feel exhausted, having spent literally the whole day and night working, but she wasn't done yet.
After firing it in the kiln, Sakura painted her sculpture, careful not to mess up. She painted the golden beast first, using gold paint for the body and legs and parts of the face. She painted its muzzle and the area between the eyes white, and its nose black. The jewel on its forehead was red.
Sakura was extra-careful painting the angel. The skin became white and the robes were white with purple. She painted his hair with diluted silver paint, and his eyes, violet. She let the paint dry, then she brushed on a topcoat of glaze, so that her sculpture looked shiny.
By the time she was completely finished, it was nine in the morning. Placing her work on the coffee table, she put her supplies back in her closet and spent most of the day sleeping.
-The Night of the Art Show-
Yukito was walking past all the art projects that were displayed in the multi-use room. There were some pretty accomplished artists at the school, he thought vaguely. Each of the art students were standing proudly beside their work. Some were talking to the guests; others were making sure their projects looked right.
Suddenly, he spotted Sakura and, remembering that she was an art student too, hurried over to her.
"Hello, Sakura," he said.
"Oh hi, Mr. Tsukishiro. Check out my project!" she said.
Sakura moved aside, and Yukito gave a small gasp. Yue froze up. There, on the table, was a clay sculpture of himself and Cerberus. It was beautifully done, and so lifelike, that for a moment he thought his Mistress had regained her memories.
"How did you come up with something like that?" Yukito asked quickly.
"Cool, huh? It'll sound weird if I say it, but these two have been appearing in my dreams lately, so I decided to do my project on them," said Sakura, beaming.
"Is that so? Well, it certainly is a beautiful piece of work," he said.
Yukito left the art show and drove home. Once in his apartment, he let Yue surface. Yue had been shocked by Sakura's sculpture, but even more so when he heard the reason behind it. If it was true that she was starting to have dreams, then...
Hearing the apartment next door open and shut, he changed back to Yukito.