Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura, although the plot and theme of the story is mine. All Mine.
Sakura
I dared not breath as my father stormed through the house looking for me. At last, the moment I was dreading, the closet door opened. I quickly shut my eyes, knowing the green, glowing orbs had given me away before. My father was a drugged alcoholic. A mix of endless drinks and pills. Stupid kids at school thought it was bad for them with their father or mother being on drugs or drinking. Ha. Try a mix of both. My mother had died when I was younger, in a car crash my father had caused on his first night drinking. When my babysitter got the call, she hugged me and sat on the couch crying. Being too little I didn't exactly understand that my mom was not coming back. Now I did, all too well actually. I heard the door slam - the signal that he wasn't going to be back for at least 2 hours. I crawled out of my hiding place, my waist length brown hair falling around my face in tangles. After that I took a quick shower and start packing something light and useful. For a second I stood in the kitchen, pondering what I should bring, suddenly it popped into my head I am running away, of course! I'm going to need food. When I was done my backpack was packed with this: Money, a change of clothes, a brush, soap, cheese juice, salami, carrots, and everything else in my fridge that would be useful and small. Last but not least I packed a gun. I wasn't completely unfortunate looking, so there was a pretty good chance that some hobo on the street would try to take advantage of me. Looking in the mirror one last time I left the house, as unsure of myself as ever.
Syaoran
I stood in front of the old abandoned apartment building, sizing it up for a temporary home. I had no family, and I wasn't particularly fond of orphanages, so I decided that the street life was for me. Sure it had its ups and downs, but things would usually turn out in the end. When I walked into the apartment building I found it was not quite abandoned after all. Several scurries of mice and rats greeted me, and the unsure cooing of a pigeon from the roof gave me the idea that I wasn't going to starve here. Yup, I thought as I plopped down in an old dusty armchair, this was the life for me. As the dust settled down around me I fell into a deep, exhausted kind of sleep, not to be woken until much, much later.
Sakura
I stood outside feeling stupid for a few minutes until walking back inside to call a taxi. It arrived in less than 5 minutes. I didn't exactly know where I wanted to go, but I remembered a street that my father had told me about when I was very young. It was on the outskirts of town, and very much abandoned. It took about an hour to get there, but I wasn't disappointed when we did. The driver dropped me off infront of an old abandoned apartment building. When I gave him his money he sped away, eager to get out of the place before someone attacked him. This place wasn't exactly known for its good neighborhood. I easily slid through the boarded up door of the apartment building. Surprisingly no rats or mice greeted me as I walked in. There must be a lot of cats here then, I thought logically. Then I saw something I didn't expect to see in a million years. A half gothic guy sleeping in an old dusty armchair. He had a muscular build, which he highlighted with the tight muscle shirt, and an oval-ish face. He wore baggy black pants and a dark blue basball cap over his brown hair. As I crept closer I was half amazed at his good looks. He was what my friend would call a hunk. He stirred slightly and I jumped back, tripped, and made a loud banging noise. Needless to say this jolted him out of his peace ful slumber.