Hello, I'm Marigold Sunlight, also liked to be called Mari-chan! Hi! Well, I decided to brush up a little on my descriptive language, and decided to describe things a little more... I hope you like the difference... well, you might see a slight (and better!) difference in my writing, and tell me if you like it!

I am not revealing much secrets from Sakura, to make the story longer and more interesting. Maybe with a sharp mind you'll find out a secret or two... I do hope I have hidden them well...

Anyway, guess what? For the first time a chappie of mine have reached 3000 words! That is a new and hopefully usual length of mine! Yay! -Throws party- Wait, this chappie is... OVER 3000 WORDS? Wow! -Throws confetti and invites all readers that are happy to join- And the chappie is over 3000 words, without including my author notes!

Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura. This wonderful Manga/Anime belongs to talented CLAMP... -sighs- If CCS was mine, all the characters would be doomed! -laughs evilly, then coughs- sorry 'bout that!... The small excerpt of the song Because of You does not belong to me either... but, mark my words, one day all this will soon be mine! -laughs evilly again and chokes- oh, never mind I said all that. I don't own nothin'.

Chapter I

Honey-colored bangs fell over serene eyes of emerald green. A mixture of straight honey and ebony locks whipped and battered against fair cheeks now lightly tinted the color pink. Full pink lips were in a straight line, partially opened as the air came in and out of her throat. Her nose breathed air evenly each second. Her pink tongue came out as she licked her dry lips wet, creating a subtle shine in them. The long, graceful fingers of her left hand rested onto a black pouch in the back of her slate-colored jeans. Opening the pouch, she held a sleek back object with both hands, her fingers in the right position. A gun. She aimed toward her target, which stood twenty feet away from her. Concentration colored her eyes a brighter green, emerald embers of pure focus dancing wildly inside her eyes. Her left middle finger stood softly against the trigger, not yet pulling on it. Gently, she pulled the trigger and the bullet came out, a loud sound blasting in her ears. She watched as the bullet sliced onto the cloth-made target, and a smile danced on her lips. Suddenly, she gently bit her lower lip as she realized that the bullet missed the bull's eye by an inch. Her aiming was not as good as she thought it was. A sigh escaped as the winds dried her eyes uncomfortably, and she pulled the right sleeve of her long jacket. She looked at her wristwatch, and slung a black backpack over her shoulder. Slowly she made her way to school.

Sakura Kinomoto was a girl with many secrets. No one had ever asked her, and so she would not tell. She placed the gun back into her pouch and rested her hand there for a second. Her long hair, which originally stood three inches below her shoulders, now flew as the wind passed through it. She could hear the scratching noise her boots made as it touched the concrete floor. She closed her eyes for just a second and moved her right hand up to her now-red cheeks. A shiver passed through her body, leaving her cold. She sighed and continued to walk along the empty way. The small chain on the black pouch jingled as she walked. Slowly a reckless smile appeared on her face. At least she had her gun to protect her. Looking up into the stone-gray sky, she watched the clouds move in slow motion. Whispers of leaves rustling on the tall trees. She touched her left cheek and found that it was numb with cold. She sniffed for a second. Her sixteen-year-old body had gone through worse. She entered the temporarily-empty building and walked through the halls of red lockers. Reaching to the blue ones, she found her own and pressed her back against it. Slowly she stopped leaning against it and opened it. Taking out her pouch, she tenderly placed it on top of a thick book.

Slowly her mouth opened to make a sound. "I'll come back for you in the end of the day..." Her whisper was soft, her voice smooth and pleasant to hear. The innocence of her voice was clear as she said those words, as though she was actually talking to a person.

Closing her locker, she opened a scrapbook that she held closely in her arms. As her eyes landed on the first picture, she dropped onto the floor, her back again leaned on the locker. She touched the first picture. It seemed to be the most recent. A man, with messy black hair that flew over eyes of caramel. Tall, with broad shoulders and masculine face. His skin a soft shade of tan. Two girls with him. One being a year-younger replica of Sakura without the black streaks, and the other girl about twelve of age, very thin with soft ebony curls and the same emerald eyes. Thin lips, rosy cheeks, and a paler expression. Sakura's fingers stood over that picture, eyes glazed and half-opened. Eyes of bright emerald shed crystalline teardrops, but did not allow them to touch the fair cheeks. She blinked the tears back. Must be strong. Softly words left her lips.

"Touya... Hikaru... " The two names of the people that haunted her mind at the moment. Touya would've been twenty-three, while Hikaru would've been thirteen... if they only were with her. Sakura closed her eyes and forced her face to create a scowl. No. She would not show this pain. She would not show anyone about who she really is. She closed the scrapbook and threw her head back in frustration. Tears no longer showed in her eyes, yet it burned her insides like acid. She put it inside her backpack and stared mindlessly into the ceiling. Her lips no longer were trembling, threatning to allow a sob escape her throat. Now she looked emotionless and collected, as if nothing ever happened. It seemed as if she had forgotten, but deep inside she couldn't. The voices of her siblings still remained fresh in her mind.

She dragged her body to the homeroom class after the minutes of sitting along, thinking about what had happened. Her head was hung low as she acknowledged the teacher sitting at the desk, tiredly typing away on her computer. "Good morning, Mitzuki-sensei." Sakura whispered softly to the tired woman.

"Good morning Kinomoto-san." Mitzuki answered her with a dazzling smile, then she continued to type. Her full name was Kaho Mitzuki. Long hair of honey cascated down her shoulders and dropped about an inch lower. Her almond-shaped eyes of hazel stared at Sakura with a certain softness in them. Kaho continued to type as Sakura took her seat. Slowly but surely, more and more students continued to enter the room. Sakura's head remained hung low as she prepared herself for class. Kaho looked to see that all the students were seated, chatting happily and loudly to one another, and clapped her hands loudly. Everyone looked to pay attention to her as they knew what would happen if they didn't. She was a rather sweet woman, but short-tempered.

"All right class, let's review yesterday's homework." She said, a soft smile curved in her ruby-red lips as she said so. Something about the brunette was amazing, as if she was magical, for her smile blew anyone away. Everyone took their books out and so they started to review their homework.

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As lunch came around Sakura sat on a tall tree. She breathed in and felt the scent of leaves reach her nostrils. It smelled good. She wondered why did someone decide to plant such a good-smelling tree in the back of the school building, but soon she shook the thought away. It wasn't something worth of pondering. Subtle sounds of the leaves shaking back and forth. She watched the sight as her forest-green eyes shone a little bit brighter. The wind was no longer slapping her cheeks but now it placed soft and tender kisses on her skin. Her eyes looked down, and scanned through the place. A few boys were playing soccer in the far corner, each stealing the ball from the other every two minutes or so. A group of girls wearing cheerleader uniforms talked to each other. They all wore a traditional cheerleader uniform of gold and ruby. A few groups of others sat on the tables, some talking and some deciding to eat in silence. A few people leaned on the wall, closing their eyes as a bored expression fell over their faces. Sakura left a bored sigh in the winds. She placed her hands on her lap and leaned closer to the tree, feeling the ripples of each mark on the tree bark. Nothing was important enough to be cared about at that moment. She threw her head back and looked up at the sky.

The winds became harder on her, and the kisses stopped. Her hair flapped wildly around her. A memory passed through her mind, and her lips curved down. A memory of Hikaru and her playing on the trees. Hikaru's beautiful grin, her pale cheek apples shown more clearly. The way those long black curls flying into her face and her trying to blow them away. Eyes of pure innocence looking into Sakura's. Hikaru had no idea that this was going to happen. Sakura's face looked even sadder as she came to another memory of Touya, on his lips a smile as he hugged his sisters tightly. Sakura wanted Hikaru's smile and Touya's warm embrace so badly, it tore her. Her face suddenly hardened. Something she taught herself to do if she felt tears coming. If she felt that she was about to shed tears, she hardened her face to keep the tears from falling. Sighing, she looked down and dropped off the tree. The tree was allowing her memories to pass through her emotionless shield. She probed her right boot into the ground and heard the little cracking noise it made. Eyes staring into each face, she walked toward the school and found herself in front of her locker. She opened, picked up her pouch, and placed it on the back pocket of her jeans. She slammed it closed with an unknown force and anger. Something was gnawing at her, chewing her insides and causing her to squirm constantly as she walked. She moved to her next classroom and sat, staring at the blackboard. Her eyes were directed to the window as she watched the others talk and eat. Something came over her, she did not know what, but she longed to be with them, laughing at their jokes and smiling back at their grinning faces. She couldn't; it was hard to trust anyone anymore, including herself. That and that they would be in danger.

But, even though she knew she was protecting them all by isolating herself, she couldn't help but feel... lonely. Loneliness was an emotion that nibbled on your heart, piece by piece, feeding on your misery. Sakura did not know why she felt so lonely. She had her older cousin Tomoyo. Tomoyo... she was a beauty. Her silky soft curls fell to her waist, the color a dark lilac. Her eyes were the same beautiful shade of purple, and they shone knowingly at others, as if she knew what was passing through their mind. Her pale skin was soft and her features were all gracefully feminine. Her rosy lips were soft, almost as if it was made to be kissed. Tomoyo was simply the figure of beauty. Sakura wanted to look just like her. She had Tomoyo, so why did that not matter? Why did she continue to feel so lonely?

"Excuse me, Kinomoto-san? May I ask what you are doing here?" The voice dripping with boredom interrupted her thoughts. She turned to look at the old woman. Her tired eyes of midnight stared back at the young emerald ones, wondering why a child would be in her classroom at lunch time. 'Probably up to no good.' she thought bitterly. Maine Nova was an old woman who was not Japanese. Sakura did not know what she was, but she never really was interested in it. Maine's short graying hair framed her lined face as she stared at the young girl in front of her. "Well?"

"I just wanted to come in a little early, you know, so I wouldn't be late." That was a lie. She wouldn't have been late even if she stayed outside, but she wanted somehow to get Maine off her back. Maine continued to stare at Sakura and opened her mouth to say something, but thought otherwise. "All right, you may stay. Just sit at your desk." She said curtly, and Sakura nodded.

Looking down, another memory slipped into her shield. Another painful memory. Touya and his high school soccer team against another soccer team from another school. Hikaru and Sakura were at the crowd, screaming their lungs out. That day soon after their team had won, and Sakura was playing with Hikaru in the park. Touya stood watch and a while later joined the girls in a game of soccer. Sakura's face twisted into a scowl once again, but unfortunately missed one crystal drop. It slid her fair left cheek and fell into her hand. Her eyes narrowed. She wished the memories would stop.

I watched you die
I heard you cry every night in your sleep
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I was so young
You should have known better than to lean on me
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You never thought of anyone else
You just saw your pain
And now I cry in the middle of the night
For the same damn thing

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"Sakura-chan, what are you doing here again?" Tomoyo, that amethyst-haired beauty, asked Sakura softly as she stood in her table. Her waitress uniform was a simple white blouse and a knee-length black skirt, yet she looked unmistakably angelic. The silky dark curls were taken away from the delicate face in a black ponytail and on the lips there was a rosy pink gloss, making them look softer and enhancing the already beautiful color.

"I like coming here every night if you haven't noticed." Sakura said bitterly to Tomoyo, her lips curved down and her eyebrows slanted, emphasizing her irritated eyes. She didn't mean to be that rude to Tomoyo, but she felt frustrated for an unknown reason. Tomoyo saw this and whispered "Sakura-chan... are you all right?"

Sakura's eyes softened. "I'm sorry Tomoyo-chan. I don't know why I'm so aggravated lately. It's something that bites me and bites me like a bug that I can't kill. I'm sorry that I allowed you to worry..." The confused girl told her older cousin, hoping that she would somehow have a so-longed answer to her dilemma.

"It's okay, it's my job to worry about you. I'm your guardian, aren't I?" Tomoyo said with a soft giggle. Her voice sweet and pretty, her laugh reaching Sakura's ear and causing the emerald-eyed girl to smile at the nineteen-year-old woman. She nodded slowly. "I know, but still." She whispered.

After a minute of silence Tomoyo smiled. "So, do you want some chicken-noodle soup? I'll ask the new cook to make some for you. I know he wouldn't mind, since he's already cooking some." Sakura felt herself give a thankful grin as she said "Thanks, I'd like that."

"No problem Sakura-chan." After Tomoyo retreated to the kitchen, Sakura took her time to pay attention to her surroundings. The small restaurant was rather an expensive one, but the food was simply irresistible. The place had dim lighting, and its turquoise wall had white designs. The place was currently empty, though the restaurant was far from closing. Sakura knew Tomoyo would come home disappointed. The day was slow and not very pleasant when it came to money. Sakura placed her right fingers on the white flower in front of her. She smiled softly as she felt its softness. The bowl of chicken-noodle soup in front of her shook her off her trance.

"Here you go." Tomoyo whispered "Tell me if you need anything." She sighed disappointedly and placed a hand on the table. "Today wasn't that good. Maybe we're going to close early." Sakura felt a pang of guilt rush past her. She could've moved to a better place if Sakura wasn't a minor. She could've had enough money for herself. She heard Tomoyo sigh again as she left. Slowly Sakura picked up her spoon and ate.

The bell connected to the door rang. Someone had come in and sat in one of the chairs in front of the counter. Tomoyo looked up from her notes to see a boy of about sixteen. His hair was a messy, dirty chocolate as it seemed to be attempting to cover his eyes of dark copper. He had boyish features but they held a delicate, in some way cherubic touch. His skin had a radiant medium glow as it was under the light. He smiled slightly at Tomoyo and whispered "I'm sorry to have come this late, but do you have anything ready to eat at the moment?" His voice was deep and smooth, sweet to ears as if it was a melody. Tomoyo smiled,nodded and said "We have some chicken-noodle soup." "That'd be extremely nice, thanks." He said gratefully and stood up. As Tomoyo went to the kitchen once again the boy found his way to Sakura's table and sat across from her.

"The food here is good, isn't it?" He whispered. Sakura looked up into those calm, innocent eyes. What was he doing talking to her so casually as if they knew each other? Sakura, not wanting to be rude, nodded and continued to eat. His lips still held that peaceful smile, she noticed as she glanced up again. Sakura couldn't deny that he was rather good-looking, with that handsome face, seemingly built body, and warm voice. Though there was something that seemed to be hidden within him. She shook her thought off; it wasn't like any of his secrets were as dark as hers. Tomoyo placed the boy's plate in front of him and he whispered a thanks before eating.

"So, you like coming here?" He asked again, trying to make a conversation with the girl in front of him. Sakura once again looked up at him, wondering why he was trying to talk to her so badly. She stared into the garnet eyes once again and felt words flowing out of her mouth. "Yeah, the waitress that was here is my older cousin."

Where did that come from? She shook her head slightly. She never felt like she needed to talk to anyone, and here she was. The small smile on the boy's face grew wider as he said "Really? Your cousin is rather pretty." Sakura nodded softly while she ate. "Yeah, she is." She whispered.

An awkward silence found itself between the two teenagers. The boy finished his plate and placed a bill in front of Sakura. "Would you please give this to your cousin? I'm in a bit of a hurry." Sakura nodded and said "Sure."

That small, angelic smile spread across his lips once more as he looked into the emerald eyes, as if caressing them with his own in some way. "What's your name?" he whispered, the air carrying his voice. Sakura looked up at him and replied "Call me Sakura.", afraid to give her last name in case he was one of the people looking for her.

His smile turned knowing as he said "All right, then call me Xiao-Lang." before he left. Sakura looked at the doorway before she found herself thinking. Who was he?

So what do you think of it? Review with your opinion! Oh, I want to know how you guys think of my descriptions of characters... I think I got better at it. I also want to know if the fic sparks your interest!

Anyway, hope you all liked it, and be ready for Chapter II! (I'm starting to write my chapter numbers as Roman numerals... dunno why...)

-Grins- See ya!