Hello! It's me Rogue Mystique and I would wove some reviews pwease! I know the first chappy wasn't dat good but this one is better!
Diaclaimer: I don't own Cardcaptors but I would… hint hint Manga!
Tomoyo and Eroil Hiiragizawa, another friend of the terrible twosome and Tomoyo, were sitting on a pair of swings, waiting for Sakura and Syaoran to arrive.
"I bet they're making out somewhere." Eroil giggled childishly.
Tomoyo shoved him forcefully off his swing and signalled to the two figures running towards them.
"No they're not. Don't let them hear you say that, they'd kill you."
Sakura skipped up to them and stole Eroil's swing; Syaoran came up behind her and pushed her lightly. Sakura was wearing a purple tank top revealing her pierced belly and a pair of baggy black jeans with a purple belt wrapped around them securely, her honey brown waist length hair swishing around her waist. Syaoran was wearing his usual blue skater jeans and a top saying, "love, war, sex." His hair gelled slightly.
"Hi! Sorry we're late, Syaoran's dog was lagging behind." Sakura pointed to a panting Thunder who looked ready to collapse. Syaoran smiled and stroked him. Eroil shrugged and pushed Tomoyo's swing. The two girls swung back and forth, talking about any scrap of gossip they had managed to uncover. The topic soon turned to the Summer Dance for fifth years.
"You know the dance that's coming up? Well, I heard Chiharu is going with Yamazaki! And I also heard you were going with Aiko Chang!" Tomoyo looked at Sakura accusingly. Syaoran's face grew grim and Eroil narrowed his eyes, Aiko was not one to be trusted, especially with women.
"Maybe." Sakura's face was crimson.
Tomoyo squealed in delight and Eroil and Syaoran stopped pushing the girls.
"He asked me but I might not say yes." Syaoran's ears perked.
"What? Why!" Tomoyo's jaw dropped, Aiko was one of the cutest guys in their year. Sakura tilted her head up to the sky and her hair dishevelled slightly in the cool breeze, several cherry blossoms fell from a nearby tree.
"He has a reputation for being disrespectful toward women."
Tomoyo snorted and stopped her swing; the two females flipped around and stared at the boys. Sakura watched Syaoran clapping his dog and a question fluttered from her lips. "Who are you guys going with?"
Eroil puffed his chest comically and hooked arms with Tomoyo. Sakura's eyes lit up. Syaoran cocked an eyebrow.
"You two! Wow, why didn't you tell us?" Sakura shrieked.
"He only asked me last night, hey! Why don't you and Syaoran go?" Tomoyo leaned on Eroil's chest, she loved making Syaoran squirm. Syaoran stood up sharply and shrewdly looked at Sakura who was staring at the ground.
"Okay, why not?" Sakura smiled questionably at Syaoran.
He snapped his head up and a grin spread across his face.
"Well, that's that then. I'm going with Tomoyo and you two are going together! Double date!" Eroil clapped his hands together and his blue eyes twinkled mischieviously.
"No. No double date, Sakura and I are going as friends." Sakura nodded in agreement. Tomoyo slumped her shoulders in defeat. Eroil and her had so desperately wanted Syaoran and Sakura to get together but they both stubbornly stuck as friends. An awkward silence hung over the four friends, the sky darkened and clouds gathered threateningly. It was definitely time to go home. The four long time friends ran out of the park and went their separate ways. Raindrops plopped slowly onto leaves and the wind shifted direction, carrying an aura of new things to come.
Sakura sat in front of her mirror and brushed her luxurious honey brown hair with great delicacy. She was sad; something in the air had touched her soul and gave her a grave warning. Sakura refused to dismiss it though, ever since she was thirteen, Sakura had felt warnings or righteousness come to her through the wind. She told no one though; I mean come on, warnings through the wind? I'm already a Goth; people would chuck me in the Looney bin! Her thoughts reminded her. Though, her father often told Sakura she had a sixth sense, like her brother, Touya.
A slight tapping on the windowpane dragged Sakura from her musings. Her black kimono-dressing gown dragged along the floor as she got up to investigate. There were no trees near her window so the source of the tapping remained unknown. Sakura pulled back the blind and gasped, a ghostly cloud of pink substance floated over the window. Sakura stumbled backwards into her desk causing the cloud to move closer. Much to her dismay, the cloud passed through the window and onto her bed, it dropped with a slight plop and the mist dragged into itself. Sakura crawled forward carefully and prodded the lump of… stuff. It wobbled and hardened. A small cry escaped Sakura's soft lips, a pink egg the size of her fist was now lying on her bed.
Unknown to Sakura, Syaoran was experiencing something very similar. He was sitting at his own desk and chewing a pencil, a blank pad of paper sat in front of him. He inattentively stroked Thunder and threw his pencil down in disgust. Nothing was coming to him, absolutely nothing. He walked over to his window and gazed outside, his eyebrows twitched as a green cloud hovered in his direction.
"What the…" he muttered.
Syaoran fell back as the cloud whizzed through his window and darted over his floor. Syaoran yelped loudly and watched Thunder bark at it, jumping at its green wispy figure. Eventually, the cloud ceased its mad flitting about and thumped onto his bottom bunk. Syaoran noticed Thunder lying on the floor whimpering and he moved to his bed.
"Syaoran? Are you Okay?" his mother called up.
"Yeah! I'm fine I just tripped." He called back nervously.
The cloud of green moulded into an oval shape and a hard outer shell formed.
"Holy…" Syaoran scrambled to his feet and ran to his desk.
He picked up his cordless phone with a shaky hand and punched in the first number he could think of.
Just as Sakura was about to place a slender finger on the smooth surface of the egg, her pink and black, (for a Goth, she sure likes pink… and black!) cordless phone rang out, loud and proud. She jumped and sighed in relief; at least no one had come into her room yet. Sakura picked up the phone and gave a formal hello.
"Hey, Sakura? It's me, Syaoran." His voice was shaking.
"Oh thank god! I really need to see you."
"Good, because I need to see you too, can you come over? Is it too late?"
"No no, I'll be over in fifteen minutes, I have something to show you."
"Me too, be careful 'Kura." He added uncertainly.
"I always am Little Wolf." Sakura could practically hear his smile.
Sakura put down the phone and changed into a pair of black skater jeans and a black t-shirt with a pink star on it. Sakura scribbled a note to her Dad who was out, blew a kiss to her mother's photo (Sakura's Mum had died when she was three, BAD Manga!), screamed goodbye to her brother and bolted out the door. Her egg safely wrapped up in her Pucca bag, Sakura ran speedily toward Syaoran's house.
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