Photo Shoot Of Love
Written by Ashleigh
Author's Notes
I'm sooo sorry for reviewing sooo late! I was so excited (?) about the beginning of the school year that I forgot how long it had been! Sooo sorry!
Ok and I've had a lot of reviews telling me to make my chaps longer. I'm sorry about not doing it faster but I had those chaps written already. So this is my attempt at a longer chap! Enjoy!
Note: This has nothing to do with the whole Cardcaptor power thing o.k.
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine but are on my b'day list not that I'll ever get them!
A few thanks to the best, lovely, amazing reviewers in the whole wide world:
Darkness-ninja: Yeah thanks I get that a lot! As I said this is my attempt at a longer chap hope it's better!
AngelX: Heyz Azn Sista (everyone else, I'm adopted! hehe) Thanks for da review Nix or shall I say Ken Ken…you actually believe I can get ass kickin into this story…hmmm. And it's U2VHMXXX3 :P hehe!
Miesha: I know it's sad who could live without McDonald's? The horror! And yes I can see you cart wheeling into a door except with the mess in your room you wouldn't be able to find the door!
Mary: Thanks for the review and I don't believe anyone can run out of things to say!
Donut: Never seen supersize me but I could never live without McDonald's lol! Thanks for the review!
WildAngel16: Thanks for the review, I'll try and make the chapters quicker!
Sailor Tyffani: Thanks for the review. This chapter is hopefully longer than the rest if not tell me and I'll try again on the next one!
Native Wolf Club: I'm sorry I didn't answer your questions I was so enthused when I added a chapter that I forgot to answer them! Chap 2: No one woke her up because…well who would seriously wake up at that time just to wake her up? Ok chap 3: the shadow that passed over Syaoran's face was one of regret/angst for being in the modelling business. Anyways thanks for the reviews!
Angel Cherry Blossom: Thanks for the review. Yeah this chapter is my attempt at writing a longer one so I hope it's still not too short!
Telepathic Angel: OMG you are like the best reviewer! Thank-you sooo much! (for all those dim-witted people out there cough Lauren cough I was just reviewing myself!)
Ch5
Li Modelling Agency
"No a bit to the left Sakura," the photographer said yet again. He had been on like that for nearly an hour. She took a gracious step to the left trying not to stand on the glamorous white train hanging from her back. The lace was being very stubborn, she told it to stop making her itch…but it wouldn't listen! (A/N: makes me think of my friend Mr. Toothpaste)
"No the camera doesn't like that angle, a tiny smidge to the right." She again moved back to the right nearly tripping on the material gushing from her behind,
"No! That was a humongous smidge. Back…back…better."
"No you're not listening go a bit to your left…no you're other left" he screamed frustrated
The more he said the more annoyed Sakura got. Her face flushed as the anger rose within her,
"What is happening here?" screamed the photographer, "Who put the blush on this girl?"
In streamed a series of artists, make-up in their hands. As they flurried around her she began to release the tension streaming through her veins. She took a deep breath…
And another…
And another.
The make-up artists shimmied away happy with their work.
Sakura shimmied to the right and finally the photographer seemed to have found the right spot.
"Right there, Yes! That's it!" his face beamed a smile light enough to supply Hong Kong with electricity for one hundred years. "
Now turn that frown upside down and we have a photo shoot!" he exclaimed.
Sakura returned the smile and with a sway of her hips and her hands standing high the flashes began once again. Sakura realised how much she loved modelling, it made her feel special and known in life.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Yelan about to reach the exit door,
"Yelan!" she yelled out and made her way toward her make-up artist.
She threw her arms around her and held on as tightly as she could,
"Sakura honey, I'm not a squeezy toy," she whimpered.
As she released Yelan she heard the photographer mumbling and grimaced when she realised what he was saying,
"She moved, she moved, she moved,"
She turned around to see him rocking back and forth behind the camera. She frowned,
"What's wrong with him?" she whispered to herself. She shrugged and turned back to Yelan.
"Hey Sakura, how you doin'?" she asked concerned,
"I'm much better thanks to you" she smiled and swirled around the train getting caught in a fake palm tree. She heard a slight rip,
"Oops," she ran to the palm tree and slowly unravelled it from a branch. Yelan walked up behind her,
"Stick-tape does wonders," she smiled and walked through the door.
"Sakura we don't have all day, the photographer is waiting!" called her manager.
She turned to see a new photographer standing behind a much larger camera. She looked around her and walked to a table about ten metres away. She picked up the sticky-tape and walked back to the photo shoot.
"No a bit to the left Sakura," the photographer said.
Sakura's House
"Hey I'm home everyone!" Sakura yelled from the door. She searched the kitchen, only finding cutlery and dirty dishes piled high to the ceiling.
"Tomoyo? You here?" She searched the lower levels of the house then made her way upstairs,
"Dad? Touya?" she thought to herself, "On second thoughts I'd rather if Touya wasn't here," she exclaimed.
"Hey I heard that!" Touya's voice rang throughout the house as he made his way to the spot she was standing in.
"Where is everyone?" she asked him.
"Tomoyo got bored and decided she was gonna try her luck at the beach. Um I don't know where dad went but he said something about me being in charge."
Sakura smiled at her brother, "Nice try," she stepped behind him and planted her foot on his butt. He fell and went rolling down the stairs. (A/N: that was for AngelX, yes I managed to get ass-kickin into this story!)
"Owww," he screamed rubbing where he fell, "I'm gonna get a bruise there," he stuck his behind in her direction.
"Please don't show me that mistake of nature, I have enough work dealing with your face," she laughed and moved into her room.
In the Murky, Dark, 'Scary' Streets of Town
Tomoyo knew she wasn't meant to be out this late at night. She'd been shopping and… snooping down at the beach. Five bags in her clutches, she grew tired and could not find her way home. She decided to stop in a near hotel and ask for directions. Her feet padded against the cement floor and the bell she rang for assistance resounded in the air around her.
"Um hello?" she called. Behind her a figure was cleaning the floors,
"Yes dearie?" Her high-pitched voice slithered from her mouth, the words all slurred together into one.
"I was wondering if you could direct me to the Li mansion," she whispered, her voice caught in her throat.
She knew the rest of the way home from the mansion.
"Yes I can actually," her bony fingers rested upon Tomoyo's shoulder,
"Take the first left across there, pass the train station and into the rich village," she smiled looking down at Tomoyo's purse,
"We don't get many from down there sweet," the lady's eyes peered over Tomoyo as if analysing her very being.
"Thanks," Tomoyo hurriedly thanked the woman and made her way out of the hotel.
Her footsteps created ripples in the silent air current and she began to run. As she ran down the murky street, she tried not to look back but caught a quick glance as she turned a corner. Facing the hotel she did not notice the burly man in front of her and flew into his mass. She fell to the ground and she soon saw his arms come down to pick up her fragile body.
"Whatcha doin' in dese parts dis late deary?" he smirked, his words slurred as if he's been drinking…a lot!
"Such a pretty t'ing," he exclaimed and pushed her against the wall.
His nails dug into her arms and a whimper escaped her throat.
"Pretty yet not very strong, just wha' I was lookin' for," his face gleamed.
Tomoyo couldn't quite believe her eyes as she saw someone walk past,
"Help," she pleaded, the figure turned her way then walked faster in the opposite direction.
Hope fled her veins, as she closed her eyes not ready for what was coming.
Nothing…
Her eyelids crept open against her will and the man's grip on her lessened. A mysterious man (Let's call him…Eriol!) had a hold of his neck,
"Put her down," his voice was hoarse yet still demanding,
The man refused to let her go even though she felt him shiver from fear.
"I said put her down," Eriol moved out of the shadows and revealed himself from the darkness.
"He's only a little boy," cracked the older man,
"I'll put her down for you," he lifted her easily from the ground and threw her further down the alley.
With a large crack her head met brick and her mind shattered into pieces. She lay there helpless until a boy with bright blue eyes and midnight blue hair (A/N: thanks gUrLa-aYa for the info.) had come upon her view and smiled,
"You'll be okay," he said and then moved from her peripheral vision.
She studied the image of the boy in her mind and knew she'd seen him somewhere before. With her last strength she uttered six final words,
"You should be on the beach," and she fell unconscious to the cold, grey ground.
Author's Notes
Oh no whatever happened to Tomoyo!
My mum says I shouldn't do drugs but reviews make me feel so good! So gimme gimme gimme!
Next Time: Tomoyo can't remember her favourite colour!