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Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura.
CinderSakura
By: Lotus Dreams
Chapter 4: Boys, Hatred, and Suspicion
As Nadeshiko walked home, she paused by the dress store. On display was a gray plaid cotton blazer with a matching skirt, on top of a blue blouse. It was the one she wanted. She wanted to wear it to her first day of a REAL job.
Guess I have no chance of that, she thought.
When Nadeshiko reached home, she reached into her pocket and took out a few coins. Walking into the kitchen, she opened a cupboard, moved aside some pots and pans, revealing a large glass jar halfway full with change and bills. She dumped the coins in.
Don't know why I'm still saving up for it, as I'm never going to have a chance to wear it, she thought.
"NADESHIKO!" Quickly, Nadeshiko put the jar back into the cupboard and hastily arranged the pots and pans in front of it. Manami appeared, looking angry and livid.
"How DARE you interfere with me and Tomoyo!" she hissed, her eyes dancing with fire. "I was supposed to get that job, and it was supposed to be ME who is the model! How DARE you take that away from me!"
"Manami-san," said Nadeshiko soothingly, "Don't worry. Tomoyo needs many different models, I'm sure she'll pick you."
"But she picked you FIRST!" screamed Manami. "You insolent, ungrateful--"
"Nadeshiko!" screeched Mrs. Harada from far away. "HELP ME! SOME STUPID CUSTOMER MADE A MESS OF THE TABLE!"
"Coming!" called Nadeshiko. She turned back to Manami. "I don't have the strength or time to argue with you. It doesn't matter anyway. You're going to be picked sooner or later."
"Little hag," hissed Manami, when Nadeshiko left. Then she opened the cupboard. "What was she looking at, anyway?" Her eyes widened when she saw the jar full of money. "Wow..." then she smiled evilly. "You will be sorry, Kinomoto Nadeshiko--count on it!"
"Come ON, Kansuke-chan," begged Manami. "Can't you give this one dance?" Her button-down shirt, which was not even half-closed, brushed against Kansuke, the guy she was dating at the moment. "Kansuuuuuuuuuke..."
"Why?" said Kansuke irritably. "I'm annoyed enough, you baka. I don't want to dance."
"I have money!" said Manami. "Come on!" Unable to resist the thumping loud and rhythmic beat of the music, Manami started shaking her hips and moving her shoulders up and down seductively, dancing around the night club. Manami was a pretty girl, and Kansuke soon found himself being drawn to her.
"Oh, alright," he said, and pumped up and down with her. Soon, however, Manami got tired.
"See you sometime, Kansuke-chan," sang Manami as she waltzed out the door. When she reached the doorway, she bumped into another man.
"Oh hello, Takeichi," she greeted the man. "Here to dance?"
"Fiiiiiiine hair," drawled Takeichi. "You curled it?" Manami fingered it delicately.
"Yeah. Like it?"
"Love it," said Takeichi, leaning forward. He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Seeeee you, Mana-chan." Manami giggled. She had innumerable friends who were guys, and flirted with them all. She often wrote their names on the shower screen, counting the ones that she had already gone out with alone with and the ones she hadn't. Example--Yesterday:
Atasuke-3
Benjiro-2
Eiji-12
Hajime-0
Kansuke-23
Kiichi-4
Masami-0
Motoki-0
Roku-6
Saemon-0
Senichi-1
Takeichi-17
Takeji-16
Yusuke-0
As you can see, Kansuke is her favourite.
When Manami exited the night club, putting a sweater over her unbuttoned shirt, and started stumbling home, she saw--
The most beautiful thing in the world.
He was wearing a white button down shirt, with his sleeves rolled up; he was also wearing expensive black pants. He had short, brown hair that fell into his eyes with a casual, yet sophisticated elegance, and his eyes were dark, amber, and mysterious. He had a black coat on his arm, and was carrying an envelope in the other. He seemed like one of those nerdy smart people, yet you could tell that he still had a muscular build.
!!!!!!!!! was her immediate thought.
"Wow," she breathed. "What a divine creature..."
And if THAT weren't enough...he was walking straight to her house!
Knock, knock.
"Coming! Well, you should come right--" Mr. Harada's sentence died in his throat.
"--in."
"Konbanwa," said the man pleasantly. "Hajimemashite[how do you do]?"
"Um...erm...I'm fine...doing pretty good, er, yeah..." Mr. Harada seemed intimidated by his sophistication.
"Am I allowed to come in?"
"OH! Oh, um, yes, please do..." Mr. Harada waved frantically to one of the tables in the center of their small restaurant-ish shop. The man sat down.
"I won't be staying for long," he informed Mr. Harada when he was seated. "I am just looking for Ms. Kinomoto Nadeshiko."
Mr. Harada's heart plummeted. Thank GOD she was upstairs, tending for his wife. But then he started panicking.
OH...MY...GOD, he thought frantically. THIS IS IT THIS IS IT THIS IS IT! THIS MAN IS GOING TO REPORT ME TO THE AUTHORITIES AND I'M GOING TO LAND IN JAIL AND SERVE A LIFE SENTENCE AND THEN THEY'LL TAKE NADESHIKO AWAY TO HER FAMILY--
"I'm--"
"I have something of hers that I think she should have back," cut in the man. He pushed an envelope onto the table. "Please give this to her."
"What--what is it?" stammered Mr. Harada.
"It's her forms applying to Kinomoto Inc. I think she should have it back, just in case." Mr. Harada almost slid to the floor in relief.
"Oh...domo arigatou, Mr.--?"
"Li Syaoran."
"Mr. Li." Syaoran gave a short little bow.
"Ja ne, sir. Sorry to have bothered you."
"Not at all, not at--" Mr. Harada caught sight of his half-drunken daughter, her hair curled, her clothes slightly wrinkled, her shirt half-open, although it didn't show under a purple sweater. "You little minx!" he snarled at her. "Where have you been?" Manami caught sight of Syaoran, in his neat, crisp, suit-y glory and quickly straightened her clothes.
"Konbanwa," she said to him sweetly. "Hajimemashite? Are you looking for someone?"
"Well, yes, now that you mention it," answered Syaoran smoothly. "Is Kinomoto Nadeshiko home?"
"WHAT? YOU'RE looking for HER?" screeched Manami. "Naze desu ka[why]?"
"Because I have something to give her," replied Syaoran calmly. "No need to scream at me like a banshee, miss." Manami flushed.
"Oh--er--um--wouldn't you like to stay a bit longer?"
"No, unless you can get me Ms. Nadeshiko," said Syaoran, checking his watch.
"Come ON," drawled Manami, stepping closer, going into cute mode, "You don't want anything to do with HER. She's just a normal, stupid girl. Why don't you sit down?"
"Actually," Syaoran told her coldly, his eyes flashing, "She's no more stupider than you." Manami's smile vanished instantly.
"Good evening to you." Syaoran stepped out the door and into the night.
HOW can he resist someone like ME? wondered Manami furiously. I was being nice to him! How can he be so attached to Nadeshiko?
Nadeshiko came down the stairs and grabbed a garbage bag. "Mr. Harada!" she called. "I'm going to take out the garbage!"
When she went outside, she bumped into somebody. She turned around.
"I'm--" Her eyes met with somebody's amber ones.
"...sorry."
"No need," said Syaoran smoothly. "Er--where were you just a minute ago?"
"Me? I was--" Then Nadeshiko narrowed her eyes. "Wait a minute. How did you know I live here?" Syaoran smirked at her. Nadeshiko was extremely suspicious.
"I checked your resumé."
"My...?"
"That's right. Resumé."
"So..."
"Don't worry," said Syaoran quickly. "I didn't look at anything else. And that's how I know your name is Nadeshiko."
"O-kay...Well, what did you come here for?"
"To return your resumé."
"To return it?" Nadeshiko gave a bitter laugh. "I appreciate your kindness, but I doubt I'll ever need it again. I mean, they only pick workers once at this time of year, unless somebody is fired, right? And that rarely happens. So what's the point?"
"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you," replied Syaoran serenely. "Keep it with you. You never know when it might come useful." With one last smile, Syaoran turned around on his heel and left. Nadeshiko watched him go back for a bit, then threw out the garbage and went back in.
From inside, Manami was waiting for her.
"How DARE you speak to him," she managed through gritted teeth and rage. "How DARE you!"
"How dare I what?" said Nadeshiko, dusting off her hands.
"How dare you interfere with the man that I am interested in!"
"YOU? Interested in HIM?" Nadeshiko didn't mean to sound disbelieving, but that was exactly how she sounded. "Mana-chan, you NEVER take an interest in those kind of people in suits and those who carry briefcases."
"Not this time," breathed Manami. "That man is drop dead GORGEOUS. He is MINE, and SO not yours."
"Did I say he was?" Nadeshiko was getting tired of Manami. She was always like that when her day had been going bad.
"I mean it! Stay away from him! Don't you think you've tortured me enough? First you steal MY spotlight from Tomoyo-chan, and now you're trying to steal the guy that I'm trying to get to know! I'm warning you, Kinomoto Nadeshiko--do NOt interfere with business that is not yours!" Manami threw a look of disgust at Nadeshiko and stomped up to her room. Nadeshiko snorted and went into the kitchen. She opened a cupboard, removed the pots and pans...
"My money!" she gasped. The money jar was empty! There was nothing in it, not even one cent!
Who would have taken my money? wondered Nadeshiko. Not Mr. or Mrs. Harada, that's for sure, they never go into the kitchen, I'm sure of it! Then that must only leave--
"MANAMI!" Nadeshiko ran up the stairs and flung open the door to Manami's room, where she was blasting pop music at full volume. Seeing Nadeshiko, however, made her turn it off.
"What? Come to have a go at me now?"
"Where is my money?" asked Nadeshiko in a forced voice of calm. "I know you took it! Where is my money?" Manami was caught off guard.
"I--I don't know what you're talking about."
"My money from my money jar!" Nadeshiko was becoming hysteric. "I know you took it, I know you did! Other than myself, who else goes into the kitchen! What did you do with my money? And your hair--" Nadeshiko eyed her curled hair "--you curled your hair! Where did you get the money? And don't tell me it was from your parents or your friends, this would have cost at least 3000 yen!"
"So?" snarled Manami. "You deserve it. You took away my chance to be a model, and you interfere with my business. My mom is always saying how 'great' you really are, and even my DAD reminds me you're always better looking than me. I hate you! You deserve it!"
"Wh-What?" stammered Nadeshiko. "I deserve--?"
"That's right," said Manami fiercely. "I know your hiding spot. If you don't stay away from that man now, then I will (somehow) make you regret EVERYTHING." Nadeshiko, tears clouding her vision, tore herself out of the room, and went back downstairs, trying not to think about how she would have to save up for 2 more years for that dress.
"Oh hello, sir, did you enjoy your meal?"
"Very much, thank you." The man observed Nadeshiko carefully. "Young lady, may I ask how old you are this year?"
"Me? Oh, I'm...20 this year."
"And is your name Kinomoto Sakura?" the man suddenly asked. "Do you have a brother named Touya, and got lost when you were 10?"
"You've got the 'lost at 10' part right, but I have no brothers or sisters, and my name is Nadeshiko, although my last name is Kinomoto," answered Nadeshiko. "But then, Kinomoto is a common name!"
"As[Oh]," said the man, "Soo desu ka[I see]." He exited the small shop. The girl called Nadeshiko shouted after him, "Walk slowly, sir!"
The man was actually Keitaro, Korin's son, who was the main assistant and manager of Mr. Kinomoto. He only got two out of four facts right about Sakura Kinomoto, but he wasn't giving up; the girl called Nadeshiko was suspicious, and he was going to report to Touya.
"You found somebody like my sister?"
"Yes, Touya-sama. She is 20 this year, and has brown hair and green eyes, just like what you described. I just thought I should report this to you."
"Arigatou[Thanks]. You are dismissed." Touya waved his hand away and Keitaro bowed himself out of his study. Touya paced up and down, thinking, Is this really my sister? After ten years of searching for her, will this really be her?
"I've got to go," muttered Touya, and flung open the door to get his coat and car, but was stopped by his grandfather.
"Touya," said his granfather sharply. "Keitaro told me everything. He said he found someone that seemed like Sakura."
"Hai," answered Touya, "And I must go at once."
"Hold it!" Mr. Kinomoto blocked Touya's path. "Touya-chan, it is almost midnight right now! You can't burst into other people's houses when they're sleeping! And besides, Keitaro didn't even say it was her FOR SURE."
"Ojii-chan!"
"Iie[no]," said Mr. Kinomoto firmly. "Off to bed. Now!
Ooh...I left you guys at a cliffhanger! Don't worry, the 6th chapter will be coming soon! Very soon! In the 6th chapter is when the stuff written in the summary REALLY begins!
Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura.
CinderSakura
By: Lotus Dreams
Chapter 4: Boys, Hatred, and Suspicion
As Nadeshiko walked home, she paused by the dress store. On display was a gray plaid cotton blazer with a matching skirt, on top of a blue blouse. It was the one she wanted. She wanted to wear it to her first day of a REAL job.
Guess I have no chance of that, she thought.
When Nadeshiko reached home, she reached into her pocket and took out a few coins. Walking into the kitchen, she opened a cupboard, moved aside some pots and pans, revealing a large glass jar halfway full with change and bills. She dumped the coins in.
Don't know why I'm still saving up for it, as I'm never going to have a chance to wear it, she thought.
"NADESHIKO!" Quickly, Nadeshiko put the jar back into the cupboard and hastily arranged the pots and pans in front of it. Manami appeared, looking angry and livid.
"How DARE you interfere with me and Tomoyo!" she hissed, her eyes dancing with fire. "I was supposed to get that job, and it was supposed to be ME who is the model! How DARE you take that away from me!"
"Manami-san," said Nadeshiko soothingly, "Don't worry. Tomoyo needs many different models, I'm sure she'll pick you."
"But she picked you FIRST!" screamed Manami. "You insolent, ungrateful--"
"Nadeshiko!" screeched Mrs. Harada from far away. "HELP ME! SOME STUPID CUSTOMER MADE A MESS OF THE TABLE!"
"Coming!" called Nadeshiko. She turned back to Manami. "I don't have the strength or time to argue with you. It doesn't matter anyway. You're going to be picked sooner or later."
"Little hag," hissed Manami, when Nadeshiko left. Then she opened the cupboard. "What was she looking at, anyway?" Her eyes widened when she saw the jar full of money. "Wow..." then she smiled evilly. "You will be sorry, Kinomoto Nadeshiko--count on it!"
"Come ON, Kansuke-chan," begged Manami. "Can't you give this one dance?" Her button-down shirt, which was not even half-closed, brushed against Kansuke, the guy she was dating at the moment. "Kansuuuuuuuuuke..."
"Why?" said Kansuke irritably. "I'm annoyed enough, you baka. I don't want to dance."
"I have money!" said Manami. "Come on!" Unable to resist the thumping loud and rhythmic beat of the music, Manami started shaking her hips and moving her shoulders up and down seductively, dancing around the night club. Manami was a pretty girl, and Kansuke soon found himself being drawn to her.
"Oh, alright," he said, and pumped up and down with her. Soon, however, Manami got tired.
"See you sometime, Kansuke-chan," sang Manami as she waltzed out the door. When she reached the doorway, she bumped into another man.
"Oh hello, Takeichi," she greeted the man. "Here to dance?"
"Fiiiiiiine hair," drawled Takeichi. "You curled it?" Manami fingered it delicately.
"Yeah. Like it?"
"Love it," said Takeichi, leaning forward. He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Seeeee you, Mana-chan." Manami giggled. She had innumerable friends who were guys, and flirted with them all. She often wrote their names on the shower screen, counting the ones that she had already gone out with alone with and the ones she hadn't. Example--Yesterday:
Atasuke-3
Benjiro-2
Eiji-12
Hajime-0
Kansuke-23
Kiichi-4
Masami-0
Motoki-0
Roku-6
Saemon-0
Senichi-1
Takeichi-17
Takeji-16
Yusuke-0
As you can see, Kansuke is her favourite.
When Manami exited the night club, putting a sweater over her unbuttoned shirt, and started stumbling home, she saw--
The most beautiful thing in the world.
He was wearing a white button down shirt, with his sleeves rolled up; he was also wearing expensive black pants. He had short, brown hair that fell into his eyes with a casual, yet sophisticated elegance, and his eyes were dark, amber, and mysterious. He had a black coat on his arm, and was carrying an envelope in the other. He seemed like one of those nerdy smart people, yet you could tell that he still had a muscular build.
!!!!!!!!! was her immediate thought.
"Wow," she breathed. "What a divine creature..."
And if THAT weren't enough...he was walking straight to her house!
Knock, knock.
"Coming! Well, you should come right--" Mr. Harada's sentence died in his throat.
"--in."
"Konbanwa," said the man pleasantly. "Hajimemashite[how do you do]?"
"Um...erm...I'm fine...doing pretty good, er, yeah..." Mr. Harada seemed intimidated by his sophistication.
"Am I allowed to come in?"
"OH! Oh, um, yes, please do..." Mr. Harada waved frantically to one of the tables in the center of their small restaurant-ish shop. The man sat down.
"I won't be staying for long," he informed Mr. Harada when he was seated. "I am just looking for Ms. Kinomoto Nadeshiko."
Mr. Harada's heart plummeted. Thank GOD she was upstairs, tending for his wife. But then he started panicking.
OH...MY...GOD, he thought frantically. THIS IS IT THIS IS IT THIS IS IT! THIS MAN IS GOING TO REPORT ME TO THE AUTHORITIES AND I'M GOING TO LAND IN JAIL AND SERVE A LIFE SENTENCE AND THEN THEY'LL TAKE NADESHIKO AWAY TO HER FAMILY--
"I'm--"
"I have something of hers that I think she should have back," cut in the man. He pushed an envelope onto the table. "Please give this to her."
"What--what is it?" stammered Mr. Harada.
"It's her forms applying to Kinomoto Inc. I think she should have it back, just in case." Mr. Harada almost slid to the floor in relief.
"Oh...domo arigatou, Mr.--?"
"Li Syaoran."
"Mr. Li." Syaoran gave a short little bow.
"Ja ne, sir. Sorry to have bothered you."
"Not at all, not at--" Mr. Harada caught sight of his half-drunken daughter, her hair curled, her clothes slightly wrinkled, her shirt half-open, although it didn't show under a purple sweater. "You little minx!" he snarled at her. "Where have you been?" Manami caught sight of Syaoran, in his neat, crisp, suit-y glory and quickly straightened her clothes.
"Konbanwa," she said to him sweetly. "Hajimemashite? Are you looking for someone?"
"Well, yes, now that you mention it," answered Syaoran smoothly. "Is Kinomoto Nadeshiko home?"
"WHAT? YOU'RE looking for HER?" screeched Manami. "Naze desu ka[why]?"
"Because I have something to give her," replied Syaoran calmly. "No need to scream at me like a banshee, miss." Manami flushed.
"Oh--er--um--wouldn't you like to stay a bit longer?"
"No, unless you can get me Ms. Nadeshiko," said Syaoran, checking his watch.
"Come ON," drawled Manami, stepping closer, going into cute mode, "You don't want anything to do with HER. She's just a normal, stupid girl. Why don't you sit down?"
"Actually," Syaoran told her coldly, his eyes flashing, "She's no more stupider than you." Manami's smile vanished instantly.
"Good evening to you." Syaoran stepped out the door and into the night.
HOW can he resist someone like ME? wondered Manami furiously. I was being nice to him! How can he be so attached to Nadeshiko?
Nadeshiko came down the stairs and grabbed a garbage bag. "Mr. Harada!" she called. "I'm going to take out the garbage!"
When she went outside, she bumped into somebody. She turned around.
"I'm--" Her eyes met with somebody's amber ones.
"...sorry."
"No need," said Syaoran smoothly. "Er--where were you just a minute ago?"
"Me? I was--" Then Nadeshiko narrowed her eyes. "Wait a minute. How did you know I live here?" Syaoran smirked at her. Nadeshiko was extremely suspicious.
"I checked your resumé."
"My...?"
"That's right. Resumé."
"So..."
"Don't worry," said Syaoran quickly. "I didn't look at anything else. And that's how I know your name is Nadeshiko."
"O-kay...Well, what did you come here for?"
"To return your resumé."
"To return it?" Nadeshiko gave a bitter laugh. "I appreciate your kindness, but I doubt I'll ever need it again. I mean, they only pick workers once at this time of year, unless somebody is fired, right? And that rarely happens. So what's the point?"
"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you," replied Syaoran serenely. "Keep it with you. You never know when it might come useful." With one last smile, Syaoran turned around on his heel and left. Nadeshiko watched him go back for a bit, then threw out the garbage and went back in.
From inside, Manami was waiting for her.
"How DARE you speak to him," she managed through gritted teeth and rage. "How DARE you!"
"How dare I what?" said Nadeshiko, dusting off her hands.
"How dare you interfere with the man that I am interested in!"
"YOU? Interested in HIM?" Nadeshiko didn't mean to sound disbelieving, but that was exactly how she sounded. "Mana-chan, you NEVER take an interest in those kind of people in suits and those who carry briefcases."
"Not this time," breathed Manami. "That man is drop dead GORGEOUS. He is MINE, and SO not yours."
"Did I say he was?" Nadeshiko was getting tired of Manami. She was always like that when her day had been going bad.
"I mean it! Stay away from him! Don't you think you've tortured me enough? First you steal MY spotlight from Tomoyo-chan, and now you're trying to steal the guy that I'm trying to get to know! I'm warning you, Kinomoto Nadeshiko--do NOt interfere with business that is not yours!" Manami threw a look of disgust at Nadeshiko and stomped up to her room. Nadeshiko snorted and went into the kitchen. She opened a cupboard, removed the pots and pans...
"My money!" she gasped. The money jar was empty! There was nothing in it, not even one cent!
Who would have taken my money? wondered Nadeshiko. Not Mr. or Mrs. Harada, that's for sure, they never go into the kitchen, I'm sure of it! Then that must only leave--
"MANAMI!" Nadeshiko ran up the stairs and flung open the door to Manami's room, where she was blasting pop music at full volume. Seeing Nadeshiko, however, made her turn it off.
"What? Come to have a go at me now?"
"Where is my money?" asked Nadeshiko in a forced voice of calm. "I know you took it! Where is my money?" Manami was caught off guard.
"I--I don't know what you're talking about."
"My money from my money jar!" Nadeshiko was becoming hysteric. "I know you took it, I know you did! Other than myself, who else goes into the kitchen! What did you do with my money? And your hair--" Nadeshiko eyed her curled hair "--you curled your hair! Where did you get the money? And don't tell me it was from your parents or your friends, this would have cost at least 3000 yen!"
"So?" snarled Manami. "You deserve it. You took away my chance to be a model, and you interfere with my business. My mom is always saying how 'great' you really are, and even my DAD reminds me you're always better looking than me. I hate you! You deserve it!"
"Wh-What?" stammered Nadeshiko. "I deserve--?"
"That's right," said Manami fiercely. "I know your hiding spot. If you don't stay away from that man now, then I will (somehow) make you regret EVERYTHING." Nadeshiko, tears clouding her vision, tore herself out of the room, and went back downstairs, trying not to think about how she would have to save up for 2 more years for that dress.
"Oh hello, sir, did you enjoy your meal?"
"Very much, thank you." The man observed Nadeshiko carefully. "Young lady, may I ask how old you are this year?"
"Me? Oh, I'm...20 this year."
"And is your name Kinomoto Sakura?" the man suddenly asked. "Do you have a brother named Touya, and got lost when you were 10?"
"You've got the 'lost at 10' part right, but I have no brothers or sisters, and my name is Nadeshiko, although my last name is Kinomoto," answered Nadeshiko. "But then, Kinomoto is a common name!"
"As[Oh]," said the man, "Soo desu ka[I see]." He exited the small shop. The girl called Nadeshiko shouted after him, "Walk slowly, sir!"
The man was actually Keitaro, Korin's son, who was the main assistant and manager of Mr. Kinomoto. He only got two out of four facts right about Sakura Kinomoto, but he wasn't giving up; the girl called Nadeshiko was suspicious, and he was going to report to Touya.
"You found somebody like my sister?"
"Yes, Touya-sama. She is 20 this year, and has brown hair and green eyes, just like what you described. I just thought I should report this to you."
"Arigatou[Thanks]. You are dismissed." Touya waved his hand away and Keitaro bowed himself out of his study. Touya paced up and down, thinking, Is this really my sister? After ten years of searching for her, will this really be her?
"I've got to go," muttered Touya, and flung open the door to get his coat and car, but was stopped by his grandfather.
"Touya," said his granfather sharply. "Keitaro told me everything. He said he found someone that seemed like Sakura."
"Hai," answered Touya, "And I must go at once."
"Hold it!" Mr. Kinomoto blocked Touya's path. "Touya-chan, it is almost midnight right now! You can't burst into other people's houses when they're sleeping! And besides, Keitaro didn't even say it was her FOR SURE."
"Ojii-chan!"
"Iie[no]," said Mr. Kinomoto firmly. "Off to bed. Now!
Ooh...I left you guys at a cliffhanger! Don't worry, the 6th chapter will be coming soon! Very soon! In the 6th chapter is when the stuff written in the summary REALLY begins!
