- By Lady Ayame
Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura isn't mine. Nor is the other anime crossed over in this short piece. But the character revealed in the secret has been heavily modified from the original, since this piece is actually an introspective piece that broke away from the Path of Chaos fanfic.
Message from Lord Rance: This is a Oneshot, which takes place just before Sakura got The Small card. Written by my significant other, Lady Ayame. If you have something against this fic, blame her.
Message from Lady Ayame: Hi! This is my first time to write a fanfiction piece. I read what this idiot (Rance) was writing on, and it doesn't seem too bad. I love watching Card Captor Sakura, and I found out that Rance planned on doing a crossover between his own piece with the anime. This is some sort of a preview of how the crossover came about. I did it on Fujitaka Kinomoto's point of view. Err, but now it's on Touya's POV.
Ancient Language (used by gods and goddesses, Ancient Gods): "-Ranma-"
Thoughts: ((Ranma))
Telepathy: "((Ranma))", ""((Ranma))""
English/Chinese/Other languages specified: ""Ranma""
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TOUYA P.O.V.
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He was like the Whirlwind...
He just stormed into my life, and mangled it into thousands of pieces. Not in a bad way of course, but he shattered a lot of my beliefs when he came to me.
Or was it the other way around? I think so, because I was the one who found that dojo...
Okay. Maybe I didn't. It started when I just turned nine years of age, and Mom came home with a huge smile on her face. When Dad asked her why she was that way, she just mentioned some friend of hers whom she hadn't seen for a long time come back in town.
Ranma Saotome. When Dad heard his name, he kind of froze on the spot. Mom didn't see it, since she was so busy doing stuff in the kitchen when Dad did so. After a few minutes Dad finally moved. He seemed a bit thoughtful at the news, and was quite afraid of something.
That night, Mom was called to work out of town, and had to rent a hotel for a few nights. Dad wasn't as enthusiastic as Mom was about it, but he did give her his blessings. Mom was gone for at least three to four days at that time, and when she got back, she was like a new woman. She was extremely pleased about something, but Dad never asked about it. He just took things in stride.
Mom helped me into that shrine of his, and surprisingly it has a dojo at the side. The whole estate was large enough to hold classes, and the actual dojo was just a symbolism. Sensei always conducted his classes outside, just near those Sakura trees. It was really a good feeling, and it invigorated all of his martial arts students everytime they thought of quitting.
Martial Arts wasn't easy. I thought that with one or two completed sets, I may be able to do it on my own. But Sensei taught me there were still a lot of things I had to learn. Well, I did learn.
I always remembered him with those dark glasses of his, that always covered his eyes. He never took them off too. I wonder if there was an incident that might've forced him to remove those glasses...
Anyway, his classes were informal. His style has no belts, and he once declared that he didn't believe that belt colors indicate how good a person was at the Arts.
But still, me and my fellow practitioners of the Art were still adamant on getting the same red belt as our Sensei has.
Sensei was... superbly incredible... in Martial Arts. Yes, I'd use the double synonym even if it was incorrect grammar, but I couldn't help it. No pure words could describe what I saw when he practiced his own Art during those times Mom had me over to the shrine earlier than the time required. He taught us mostly Kempo though, so as not to confuse us with his mixed one. It was only when I grew older that the other styles became apparent to me, and there was more than twenty different styles meshed together in one. I would've loved it if Sensei taught me that one.
Oh, and it's not just Sensei. You see, there are other people living in the shrine with him, but for some strange reason they were all females.
Mom was always very enthusiastic when she talked with Sensei. I learned from the broken conversations I heard from the two that they go way back, up to the time when my Mom supposed to have met Dad. It was kinda weird, watching Mom blush everytime Sensei smiled. The other females in the shrine, Sensei's 'special friends' I think, weren't really so against the sight though. In fact, now that I think about it when I grew older, I thought they looked really interested and actually amused at that.
But then one day, Sensei announced that he had to postpone classes indefinitely. It was only a good few months since the lessons started, so it was quite logical that all of his students, including me, were quite surprised and saddened by the news. He did have a legitimate reason at the time. He informed us, as well as our guardians, that he has to make an important business trip in China.
While some of us took this sudden turn of events badly, I would never forget the effect it had on my Mother. When she picked me up the day after Sensei announced his sudden trip, she was shocked silent and stood in front of him as he tried to explain his side of things. My Mother seemed not to listen though, as my Sensei droned on and on about things I didn't understand at the time. After Sensei fell silent from his monologue, Mom just sort of became alive and hugged him tightly.
Mom was crying. Really, really hard.
It was a strange sight, my Mother crying for someone else. I never saw her cry like that before, even when dad suffered numerous injuries during his own excavation trips. At that point, my Sensei's babbling grew in intensity, as he tried hard to make my Mother's tears stop from flowing. He wasn't really successful.
After the day of that strange scene, the days passed by slowly. Sensei, true to his word, disappeared along with those women with him. They left the shrine in the care of some bald guy in a brown garment. Mom still frequently went to the shrine, either to pray or to strike a conversation with the shrine's temporary caretaker. Usually, Mom asked news of Sensei's trip.
Mother still smiled in front of my father, but even I knew it was all a mask. Dad never really asked about it, as if he already understood why Mother acted that way. I didn't want to question it at all, because it might make Mom even sadder. At night, I usually see Mom by the window, gazing at the dark sky as her tears flowed down her face. She was talking to herself, words which I didn't hear nor desire to do so. What can a nine-year old kid like me at the time do something about it?
There was an abrupt change three weeks after Sensei disappeared, when Mom came home from the hospital. She fell ill a few times in the past weeks, and Dad thought it would be best if she had a professional look over her.
Mom was pregnant. Dad was quite confused at first, but he got over it and fainted. I panicked at that time and thought Dad died, but Mom just reassured me that Dad was all right, only a little shocked by the news.
Geez, Dad was a wimp.
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I only learned this when I got older, but my baby sister was born prematuredly.
A little less than six months of conception.
My parents have thought my new little sister was going to die, but she didn't. She was born healthy.
There was a trade-off though. Mom's health suffered mysteriously.
For months, Mother stayed inside the hospital. She never did recover from the strange illness she had, but I kind of felt it had something to do with the childbirth. She died happy, though, with the knowledge that she bore her daughter without much complications.
Mother called for Father the day before she died, and I think they talked about something very important. Dad was quiet and contemplative after their talk, and he was staring at Sakura thoughtfully.
Sakura... yes, Cherry Blossoms. Mother named my little sister appropriately. She wanted Sakura to have a good life...
NO! I never blamed my baby sister. I just wanted to make sure everybody understood that. In fact, I was so thankful that she's alive.
I love my sister so much, and that's a fact. As I grew up along with her, I became quite overprotective of her. There was a few things though...
Sakura was damned strong when she was a baby. Her toys were easily crushed by those small fists of hers, and she was already able to stand when she reached nine months of age. There was also something I never saw when she was laying in her crib like that. She had this brown... thing... dangling from the back of her butt.
Dad noticed it too, I guess, and he brought her into the bathroom with scissors at hand. The wail my sister threw after that was tremendous, but she calmed down afterwards. When Dad and Sakura got out of the bathroom, the brown thing was gone.
I guess Dad snipped 'IT'.
Being the young idiot I am, I believed my Father's explanation that it was... normal. Don't ask me how, but Dad can be convincing when he wanted to be. It was only when I'm older that I grew suspicious of that.
Funny, I never really thought about it again before I got Biology as a class in school . When I read that most humans were thought to be from prehistoric primates (some were fishes, would you believe that?), that was the only time I started considering that brown thing to be a tail. It was hard to accept, yes, but it was just that.
It was then that I started to question the reality of it all. The seed of doubt began growing inside my heart as I continued on with life. Especially when I gained the power to see Spirits. I began seeing Mother's spirit as my magical senses grew. I kinda knew about it from Dad that mom was a very powerful spiritualist, and her family came from a long line of magicians and miko all throughout the ages.
Mother's spirit was quite happy and surprised that I was able to see and hear her, so we talked most of the time when I was bored in my room. She began hinting things... things about my sister. She never said it outright, but I could see it in her eyes.
Mom, even as a spirit, still bore that fiery personality. She chastised me most of the time when I teased my little sister with names, and that I should take good care of her while we have the time in our hands. I wondered about that statement from her a lot.
As for Sakura, she developed some magical affinity as well, I knew, especially when she got into middle school. The presence of that magical stuffed toy, a winged yellow cat, proved that. She began disappearing mostly at night, probably off trying out her magic. My senses usually buzzed when she does so, which was why it was easier for me to follow her discreetly. She didn't know, but I protect her most of the time without her knowledge, especially without Daidouji knowing about it. I dread the day she'll find out I do so, and she'd force me into one of her costumes. No thank you.
Anyway, but that wasn't really what caught my attention. Nobody knew this, but Sakura was a super-genki baby when she still had that... tail of hers. Once, Dad and I saw her lift a couch with one hand when she was trying to get a toy underneath it without much strain. It totally freaked Dad out, but I think it was rather cool. After her tail got cut, well, Sakura became a lot more mellow. Still easily excited and angered sometimes, but those were just spasmic episodes unlike from before. Her legendary sudden 180 in emotions was difficult when she was young.
I think that was the time I got to nickname her 'Kaijuu', or 'Monster'. Not that I meant it as an insult, really, it's just that, she was. For real. No infant her age could do the things she did back then.
Well, Sakura's strength was still growing. I spied upon her one night accidentally overshooting a jump from the ground to a rooftop. Instead of landing in the house in front of her, she managed to clear that one off and landed five houses away. I think she wrote it off as one of her magic card thingies, but I didn't feel any magic used when she did the jump.
I REALLY wanted to confront Dad about this, but I didn't have the heart to do so. He's been totally oblivious about Sakura's abilities at night, so I just sucked it in. But I still followed her though, no matter where she may go I'm right there beside her. I usually get odd jobs where ever she was just to be near her.
Yes, I know. I'm overprotective. So sue me.
Wait, we're actually talking about my doubts, right? Well, for one, the Kaijuu comment was both for jest and for real. Why? No ordinary human could do what Sakura can do, all magic aside. Another thing, the former presence of Sakura's tail. I wasn't born with it, and I knew it wasn't a birth defect whatsoever. Even if Sakura was born prematuredly... bah! So many inconsistencies, really, but I kind of felt that the presence of the tail was somehow natural for Sakura. When she lost her additional appendage, she had a hard time walking, running, and even balancing while standing for a time. It was only until later that she learned balance without it, but she still suffered sudden outbursts of her clumsiness.
I also remembered my Mother's spirit's mumbling... something about Sakura being as powerful and naive as her Father as Mom watched the kaijuu grow up. I knew Dad could be naive sometimes, but powerful? I asked Mom about it, but she just ignored me and feigned ignorance.
Something was seriously wrong about that statement.
It wasn't until Yukito, my light-haired, lanky best friend mentioned IT. He suddenly said, out of the blue, how Sakura was totally different from the rest of the family. How she was so lively and strong-willed, while Dad and I were pretty much laid back.
I met Yukito way back when he just appeared out of nowhere, asking a bite out of my bento. The guy was another monster, though as a man I understand his appetite for food. He became my friend, the best actually, and we went through a whole lot since then. Yukito lived with his grandparents, who were always on a trip at one point. I don't think I've met them face to face yet.
Yukito would always laugh at how protective I am about Sakura, and would always comment about how I acted more like a jealous boyfriend than a brother.
That one gave me pause. Combining Yukito's weird comments about how different Sakura was from Dad and I, as well as my weird obsession of protecting the little kaijuu like a lover.
Uncanny, really. And scary enough, pretty much logical.
I was talking to Mother one time when I mentioned I suddenly have this surface thought, of how I'd react if ever I find out that Sakura wasn't a sister of mine. I laughed it up, but I sobered when Mom wasn't laughing with me. It scared me, and when I was about to ask her about it when she just vanished. She does that sometimes, when she wanted to spy on Sakura somewhere or if Heaven wanted her back for something.
That time though, it was like she avoided my question altogether.
Curious.
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Hah. I finally got the sample I needed from the little kaijuu.
Hmmm? Oh... call it curiosity, call it my weird tenacity of sniffing out the truth, but I wanted to lay my doubts to rest. But to do so, I needed something from Sakura that would've been awkward if I asked her outright. Not to mention, garner questions from Dad and my sister.
Sakura tried her hand in cooking, which caused her to accidentally cut her finger. Not really that bad, it's just that the blood, well, Sakura has this aversion to such things. Especially ghosts. No thanks to me and my stories. I'm not going to deny that one. Heh.
Well, I got the cotton swab used to staunch the flow of blood from Sakura's wound. I was about to throw it away, when my doubts started gnawing into my heart once again. I kept the little thing and stored it in a plastic container. The freezer was a good place to stow the important piece of information for now.
The next day, I went to the hospital where I was part-timing as a janitor. Not really a nice work, but I got paid. End of story.
Anyway, I went to the labs with Yukito. You might think that a couple of eighteen year olds asking for service in the lab was weird. Good thing though, my friend was better than me in handling conversations. So I let him do the work of asking for the favor of testing the sample of blood we found.
I waited outside the lab as Yukito talked to the lab guy. It was then that I saw the strangest thing.
Daidouji Tomoyo was just at the end of the hall, trying to get a canned drink from the vending machine. It wasn't known to Sakura, but Tomoyo, her best friend, was actually her cousin through Mother's side. But Mom was kind of... cut off from her Clan when she married Dad. Which led me to suddenly think... who was Tomoyo's father anyway? I heard that Sonomi-obaasan (not to be called in her face that name, she'll kill me) has no husband. Also, I felt strange vibes from Tomoyo's aura. Weird.
Sensei taught me about reading auras. And as I figured, Sakura and Tomoyo have both the same weird auras. I chalked it up as being cousins and all.
Oh well, that's life. Love is blind and all that crap. Feh.
Okay, I'm curious now. The girl clearly did not like what happened with the machine, since I think, like most people, the vending machine did not give Tomoyo her drink. I think it got Tomoyo riled up, with the snarl from her lips and all. What took place next made me stare.
Her long, black hair swayed against the air as Tomoyo picked her dainty fist up. Her pale skin shone against the sun as she threw a punch to the coin slot side of machine. I wait in baited breath for her cry of pain. Wow... no scream of pain. And... her punch just smashed the coin slot, which caused various coins from previous transactions to fly out of the ruined case. Tomoyo gasped and withdrew her fist as she looked at it, clearly dismayed at what she just did. She quickly looked down the hall, but I already hid at the narrow corridor next to me. She made sure there were no witnesses, and quickly hightailed from the area. Even her movements were surprising. Who knew a proper girl like her could move that fast?
I panted for breath as I stared at the wall in front of me. What was that just now? Did I just see Daidouji Sonomi's shy and proper daughter literally destroying the vending machine just now? A quick peek around the corner dispelled my doubts.
I quickly went into the lab room, partly to remove any implication that could probably blame me in that commotion, as well as trying to forget the whole thing. When Yukito asked me what my problem was, I just shrugged it off. I just wanted my sister's blood tested, dammit, I don't need any more revelations right now! I quickly gave the lab guy my own blood for comparison, and I waved off Yukito's questions regarding my actions. He teased me about taking his previous comments seriously, but really, I'm just curious.
Again, the doubts just kept on piling up. I needed this done and over with!
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I got the results of the DNA test after a week or so, and sadly, Sakura's my sister. Somewhat.
Wait... the info couldn't be right.
Okay. So we have the same Mother, that's for sure. But our Fathers...
Oh. My. Freaking. God.
My Mother... Mom... my wonderful maternal unit... was unfaithful to my Father at one time!
I slumped against the wall of my room as I stared blankly at the DNA test results. This changed my life... forever.
Mother's spirit was tight-lipped about it when I asked her. I babbled on and on, about conspiracies and whatnot. Please forgive me for ranting this one time, but I'm freaking out here, hello!
Anyway, I suddenly mentioned something about that incident with Daidouji Tomoyo, and I clearly saw Mother's spirit flinch. She had this haunted look on her normally smiling face, and was staring at nowhere in particular.
She muttered a name. Finally. I don't care if she didn't mean to or not, but the information would help me sometime.
Ranma.
Okay. So she mentioned Sensei's name. Waiiiiit...
Oh. God. Okay. Bad image.
Mother mumbled on, probably forgetting I was even there. Auntie Sonomi? What does she got to do with...
Oh-kay. Shit! What the hell! So... Tomoyo and Sakura were...
I will NOT go there.
What to do with this info? Well, I asked Mother what I should do with this, but she asked... begged me, not to say anything. Just let things run their course.
"Sakura-chan will meet her real father soon, Tou-kun. Her father will need to train her... because... she's VERY special. She will need to be with her father soon... and it will not be a coincidence either. Her father... she's as special as she is."
Those were my Mother's words.
Those longing stares... her attitude when Sensei was in her sights. Oh god... now I understand everything.
I wanted to get angry at my Mother with regards to her infidelity, but I saw how Mother looked at Sensei. She clearly loved him. Not that she loved my Dad any less, it's just... that.
But this life-changing revelation... of Sakura and Tomoyo being half-sisters... of my Mom's infidelity...
I wonder if Dad knows about it. I think he does... it's just the he didn't say anything about it.
So, Dad probably knows about Sakura's true father then.
Ugh. This is getting really confusing.
Especially since the object of my investigation finally appeared in Tomoeda one day. Again.
Sensei finally got back, after several years or so, from that thing he had to take care of.
The news came to us when Sakura came home one day, babbling excitedly about her school hiring a new P.E. Teacher. It seems that Harada-sensei has some trouble with his load, so the school decided to lighten his work load. Hence, the new P.E. Teacher.
I was watching Dad's reaction while Sakura told the story. At first, he was calm and interested in her story, but when the name of the new teacher popped up, his eyes widened and his body froze all action. I thought he was having a heart attack.
Ranma Chuushin.
Wow... Dad turned pale just now.
Uhm. Okay. So Sakura has this sickening starry-eyed look on her. The same look she gave Yukito most of the time when she sees him. But now, it's directed to her new P.E. Teacher.
I ignored her ranting about how cool he was and all, and got butterflies swirling in my stomach as I thought about it. Sakura has a huge crush on her own father.
Urk.
Anyway, a week has passed since the announcement, and Dad was really agitated all throughout that time. I want to smack him and force him to face this problem, but I can't. I never hinted to anyone I knew anything about their situation.
Mother on the other hand was ecstatic and smug. Ecstatic since she would see her love, again. It was kind of strange of me talking about my Mother loving another man other than Dad, but it's the truth. Smug because she just knew Sensei would come back, one way or another. Especially since Sensei knew nothing of Sakura or her conception. And Sakura doesn't know anything about her true father, anyway.
Bah. See? Confusing.
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We were walking back from school, Sakura and I, while I tolerated listening to her complain about this gaki from her grade, Li Shaoran. Sakura was upset because the gaki glared at the kaijuu everytime she wanted to talk to Yukito. It was kinda cute, actually.
I think the gaki was a part of some rival magician's clan from China, since he's quite powerful magically as well. He was adequate in martial arts, at least, as much as my own limited senses in the martial arts could discern from him. He probably was overwhelmed by the magical power coming from my friend Yukito. I never asked my friend about it though, since it's not really my place to pry about it.
Besides, it never was any problem for me if Yukito was power magically.
It was probably the reason why the chinese brat was drawn towards my friend. The gaki was affected by Yukito's magical aura, just like my sister was. As long as Yukito doesn't hurt Sakura's feelings, which he doesn't, then it's okay.
The gaki, I really don't care about. The little shit was mean to my sister, and that's a very big strike in my book. I'm gonna pound the little pipsqueak if I learned that he made Sakura cry.
Pound, mutilate, strip him bare ass naked and tie him up in the flagpole of their school, with graffiti all over his body proclaiming he's gay. After all, the gaki has a crush on Yukito.
Yaoi images come into mind. Yuck. The gaki and Yukito... what a weird thought.
I also heard from Sakura that the gaki was quite afraid around the new teacher, acting like the Sensei was going to punce on him everytime he was near the boy. Heh. Good. The gaki's too annoying anyway. Payback, even indirect, is welcome.
Finally, we're home.
"I'm home!" We called out into the house. I knew Father is home early. After a few moments of slipping our house slippers on, Sakura and I walked into the living room, carrying our bookbags at our backs.
We were quite surprised when we saw our Sensei, in different disciplines, sitting in the living room table with our Father, drinking tea. I smirked slightly as Sakura squeaked in surprise. I think I saw Father glower for a bit, but I shrugged it off as paternal instincts.
"Sensei!" we both called out to him. I gave the man a light wave, while Sakura hid behind me in embarrassment. Oh, how cute. She's blushing. Wait 'til she hears that she's lusting after her father. Her biological father.
"Yo kiddos." The man gave us a soft smile. Even with his glasses on, the effect of his smile was evident as the room brightened a bit.
Suddenly, I snapped a look at Father. He was quite startled when my face grew serious, as if I had read what he was intending to do. I turned to Sakura, and ushered her up in her room. Before the girl could protest, I had mentioned something about adults having an important talk.
"Wait for me." I said seriously as I gently pushed my 'sister' up the stairs, but not before giving my Father a weird look.
Sakura was complaining at the treatment, but I promised to take some dessert up into her room a little later. I told her to give the adults some time to talk before she goes down a while later. She nodded, blushing and smiling at the thoughts generated by the sweets promised to her. Heh. She's so easy to outwit.
I was about to go out of her room, when I suddenly stopped and glared at the yellow winged stuffed cat sitting oh-so-innocently on Sakura's bed. I gave him a grave stare, trying to convey that, yes, I know what you really are. After I was satisfied that the stuffed cat was sufficiently terrified, I left her room in a huff. Outside Sakura's room, I breathed deeply and squared my shoulders, and walked to the stairs.
After a few minutes I came down once again, and took a seat just across my Father's position. I was actually at the side and in between Father and my Sensei. Our guest just had a peculiar but familiar look of cluelessness on his face as he tried to understand what was going on.
"You're going to tell him then?" I almost laughed when Dad almost choked without the aid of the tea. I stared at him for a while longer before turning to the cooling tea at the table. Taking a cup from the tray, I poured myself one and drank noisily.
"Don't be too surprised." I said in slight amusement. "I already knew about it. I talk to mom, you know. And besides, even since Sensei has taught me how to read people's auras, I was quite surprised at Sakura's energy."
"Uhmm... what's going on?" Sensei just asked as he looked back and forth between me and Father.
I smiled, still looking at my cup of tea, "I can't believe mom would do it, but she did. I'm not angry at her at all, since she did just what her heart told her to do." Looking at Father again, I continued, "But you have to know, I sensed the strangeness of the aura from... Tomoyo-chan as well."
"Sonomi's daughter?" Dad asked, a slight tremble quaked through his voice. He has this contemplative look on his face as he thought of the information I just gave out. Well I'll be... he didn't know anything about Tomoyo-chan, after all.
His eyes widened, as I clearly saw them when Dad snapped his gaze towards me again. I found myself nodding at his questioning look.
"Yeah. You know mom talks to me even if she's a spirit now. And she told me, that she had a companion that night." Tilting my head to one side, I surmised, "When I detected it from Tomoyo-chan, I just connected the dots."
"HUH?" Dad's friend, my own martial arts Sensei, just stared at us, confused and a little bit frustrated when we ignored him for the time being. Actually, I don't know how to tell Sensei about this strange situation. I just wanted Dad to know that I know as well.
I raised an eyebrow when Dad exhaled noisily. I admired his courage, now anyway, as he cleared his throat and said, "I think you really need to hear this one, my friend. You see... Sakura-chan is..."
"I hope you finish that sentence this time, Fujitaka." He said in jest.
Dad breathed out loudly again, finishing, "Sakura-chan... not only her, but also Tomoyo-chan... Tomoyo Daidouji. The two of them... they're both your daughters by blood."
A very tense silence followed, which was broken when Sensei finally spoke, "What?" He was gaping at us, and I felt kinda sorry for him. I knew how he feels... I felt as much confusion as he probably did when I confirmed my years-long suspicions a few months ago.
Dad shook my head as he rubbed his temples, probably to ease the headache he was starting to feel. "I'll tell you a story, Ranma. You see... it was a few years ago... when..."
Sensei was shell-shocked at the revelations. Really, who wouldn't?
He was so sad when he heard how Mother died, and he was clearly mortified when he finally realized the situation.
I told him that he wasn't at fault, that Sensei was in the dark as most of us were. I was just lucky that I spent so much time at home with Sakura to notice the small details.
Now, I can clearly see his red sash around his waist. It was no sash... it was a tail. It was clearly alive, especially when it uncoiled by itself from his waist and thumped against the chair he sat on.
"So... Sakura... AND Tomoyo... are my... daughters?" Ranma-sensei whispered to himself softly, but it was loud enough to carry across the room. A small gasp caused us to look towards the doorway towards the upper rooms in alarm.
A vision Dad and I unconsciously dreaded filled our sight.
Sakura stood at the doorway, her arms around that yellow cat she was taking care of upstairs, her face was etched in an expression of extreme shock.
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The End - To be continued on Path of Chaos... sometime.
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Author Rants:
Touya's POV. His thought processes... his outlooks... how he found out about her mother's infidelity.
He's quite open and laid back about the idea. But it clearly bothered him initially, about Sakura's strength and all that. Touya has been suspicious about her sister's genes, but he never knew he would be uncovering this much info about their family.
Poor Sakura. What would happen to her now? What will she do when she sees Tomoyo in school the next day? How will she able to say that Tomoyo was actually her sister?
And... how will Sonomi handle the idea that Sakura was somewhat her step-daughter?
As the saying goes, what's done is done. Besides, Sakura is too cute to be held responsible for the problems. Actually, there's no real problem, aside from Nadeshiko apparently cheating on her husband.
Well, that's on my piece. This is an Alternate World kind of thing, so it's not to be taken seriously. Really!
Anyway, to those who even bothered to read, thank you!
- Lady Ayame
SCAPEGOAT'S RANTS: It's not my fault! Well actually... it's kinda my fault. Eheh... I think I gave her this twisted idea. But somehow, I think she did a good job.
Man... she's more wicked than I am!
Sniff I'm so PROUD of her! Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!
- Lord Rance