a/n: hey this is my first story, and as a forward all cercomstances and characters have been modifies to fit my liking .. smiles.. so if you dont like it then.. too bad.. lol.. jk.. plz comment and flames are welcome!
Disclaimer: I do not own CCS nor do I own anything that would be of any significance in this world … sadly.
Ghosts of the Past.
Chapter 1: The start of something newThe rain pounded on the little window right on top of the mansion on 4th Street. Inside a little sob was heard. The sobbing came faster and louder with every second but eventually calmed down. The owner of the tears could be more clearly seen from the window when a flash of lightening illuminated the sky. In that brief moment the features of an unmistakably feminine form could be seen; from the delicate curves to the flowing raven hair that cascaded down her back. A faint red tinge adorned her cheeks and now puffy eyes. She sat at her window seat hugging her knees to her bosom while the rest of her room was left forgotten in the darkness.
"Why does this have to happen to me?" the self-sympathetic wail floated down from the window. "I didn't ask for him to leave and go to God knows where! And now he wants us to follow him! I can't believe him. He just expects me to leave everything and hop onto the first plane out of here? Mom's no better either. She knew how much I wanted to go the Mademoiselle Beatrice's Fashion School. Andrée and I already went there for an interview and the Madame really liked out work! She even said that I didn't have to go thorough the 12th grade with my skill! This world is unfair Teddy, your lucky you're not alive." The tirade stopped and so had the sobs but the girl stayed at the window for the rest of the night.
"Oh! Come on Honey! Stop moping!" said Mrs. Taylor. "Don't you want to be with Dad again? Don't worry; you'll absolutely love Tomeda! I grew up there, you know. My friends an I used to..."
"Mom Stop!" yelled a raven girl of about 17. Everyone on the plane turned to look at them but she didn't rally care.
"Tomoyo! How many times have I told you about using that tone of voice with me! Apologize right now!" said her mother, loosing her patients with her daughter.
"First off, don't EVER call me 'Tomoyo' again, I hate that name." said the girl shooting a glare at her mother. "I have a PROPER name. Its 'Madison' and I would like it very much if you would continue to call me by my PROPER name! And secondly, I don't even want to go to Tomeda or where ever the heck we're going. You knew how much I wanted to go the Fashion School and you still consented to Dad's idea of buying back your family estate in Japan. You knew we would have to move. You knew that I would miss out on the chance of a lifetime! I do NOT want to go there!"
"You speak of Tomeda like it's the hell-hole of the world." Said Mrs. Taylor, trying to bring back some humor to their conversation.
"Well as far as I'm concerned, it is." She replied, slouching back into her chair and refusing to accept the truce. "I can see Andrée and Chantal and Belle and Jean-Marie and all the rest, right now, happily skipping off to the lovely grounds of Madeleine Academy, and here I am, stuck in some crummy plane, on my way to the Orient. Oh! What joy fills my soul!" she added sarcastically.
"Well too bad, 'cause you're going to have to get used to it!" snapped her Mrs. Taylor.
Madison didn't feel like talking to her mom anymore and her mother was already very cross with her so the silence stretched for the remainder of the trip. Just before getting off, however, Madison muttered an apology to her mother and ran off to get her bags.
No matter how much Sonomi and her daughter fought, they were the still the best of friends. They shared a common interest for creating things with their hands and spent many an afternoon in their sun-parlor at their Paris home, painting the blossoms and the birds in their garden. It's safe to say that they were one of the more wealthy families in Paris. Sonomi's husband, Jérôme Taylor was a well-respected businessman. Sonomi, herself, was a millionaire, being the founder and owner of one of the largest clothing lines Aurélie.
Soon, they were driving through the large Gates of the Daidouji Manor. Madison found her way to her room and, if she were in a better mood, would have been extremely impressed with its size and beauty. The wallpaper in the room was pure white with patches of Lavender, her favorite flower, everywhere. The enormous glass "French" windows lead out to a balcony that looked over the magnificent Daidouji garden that looked more like a miniature Central Park than a garden. In a semi-circular nook that was covered with comfy beanbag chairs was a semi-circular shelf that was built along the walls of the nook. The shelf was made out of expensive Rose Wood and reached all the way to the ceiling. The shelves were almost full of books by her favorite authors (she noticed later). The nook could easily fit nine to ten people with room to spare. On the far corner of the room was a huge flat screen T.V with a couch and a few more chairs and a brand new video camera with tons of blank tapes; a present from her father, no doubt, who shared her strange obsession of making home movies. Of course, there was the desk with her computer and, much to her dismay, the new book for her new school. The real eye-catcher of the room, how ever, was the bed. It was a giant Victorian style Rose Wood bed with a million pillows and canopies and drapes.
She threw her stuff on the ground banged her door shut and flopped onto her bed. She had 14 hours before she had to go off to her new school. She lay on her bed in silence for a long time, contemplating on her earlier behavior. "Well, too late to whine and cry. I better get some sleep." Saying so, she put herself into a forced sleep hoping and praying that the entire day was just a bad dream.
