New chapter! Hm… A few words in the last chapter somehow got deleted if you're confused about some sentences being cut off. I'll go back and edit that chapter later. Also, I changed the genre to romance/drama since when I first put up the chapter it was like 2 in the morning and I wasn't thinking straight. Well, got nothing else to say but thank you to all you kind readers and reviewers!
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Cardcaptor Sakura belongs to CLAMP and the original plot belongs to Yoko Kamio.
Tagged by a Dragon
By Ivolynn
Chapter 2- An Unlucky Encounter
It was eight when Sakura woke up. Surprisingly, Tomoyo was still asleep. The girl had always preached the importance of an early start, even when they were second graders.
"The early bird always catches the worm," she said the first time when Sakura had been late to school. She had always said the same thing every morning before she went to Amakusaii, because… Sakura was late every day to school. Now, when she was late to school back at home, her friend Naoko would say something like "the owl never gets the worm, but the mouse." That would always confuse Sakura because it made absolutely no sense at all.
Sakura chuckled at that. But now it was sort of a role reversal. When she got into the kitchen to look for food, she saw on the calendar that it was a Sunday and was proved wrong.
'Dang, I guess I got up for nothing,' she thought with a pout. Geez, she had been thinking about going into Tomoyo's room and rubbing it in her face too. And now it was ruined. Ahh… Anyway, today was the day she would pry out the reason why Tomoyo's mother sent her there. She still thought it had something to do with those D3 guys, even though she had seen nothing that would really prove it…
"Do you mind not stalling any longer and open the door already!" a voice inquired from next to her feet.
She looked down and immediately jumped away. The strange teddy bear from Tomoyo's room was leaning against the refrigerator, tapping one little foot against the ground.
"Oh… my… god… I didn't know that thing was a furby!" Thinking it was that, she moved to open the door, but a small chomp on her big toe impeded her.
The little bear-thing fluttered its wings and was now hovering right next to her face. She could see its ears twitching in annoyance, its torso rise and fall with each breath.
"I am NOT a FURBY!" the thing shouted in her face. It was furious.
"Okay, okay…" Sakura moved her hands in a mollifying gesture. "You're not a furby. Then what are you? An angel bear?"
The thing growled. "I am not an angel bear either! That's a stupid name for a body guard."
Sakura gazed at it in surprise. "A bodyguard? You?"
The thing glared as menacingly as it could with its small beady eyes. "Yes me. This is my temporary size."
"Temporary size?"
She heard the tapping of slippers behind her and Tomoyo's voice. "Kero can change into a tiger cat thing." The girl yawned and opened the refrigerator, grabbing a carton of orange juice and leaving the door open for the "bodyguard" to get something out of it.
"Want some juice, Sakura?" Tomoyo asked as she poured herself a glass.
The girl shook her head. She wasn't thirsty.
"So this thing," -Said 'thing' grumbled loudly- "is your bodyguard?" Tomoyo nodded. "Why do you need one? Is this because your problem?"
Tomoyo walked into the living area and sat down on the sofa, sipping her juice quietly.
Sakura plopped down next to her. "Come on, Tomoyo! What is wrong? Remember our promise yesterday? If you break it, I break your pinky!"
Tomoyo stared at the yellow liquid swishing in her glass.
Kero fluttered into the room, wearing a small pink apron. "Mistress Tomoyo! What would you like to eat for breakfast?" He noticed Sakura staring at him. "What?"
Sakura started to giggle, shattering the tension and causing the small bodyguard to angrily inquire what she was laughing about.
"I just thought how cute you are!" This caused Tomoyo to cough/laugh violently.
"I am not cute! I can maul things up! Like trucks! Yeah, trucks!" Sakura joined Tomoyo in laughter. "Fine, fine. Mistress Tomoyo, you will have an American country style breakfast."
"Bacon—and—biscuits," his mistress said between laughs.
"Sausage—and—toast," replied Sakura.
Kero glared at her. "Now why would I make breakfast for you?"
The laughs dissolved. "Because she's our guest, Kero."
The bodyguard grumbled and flew back into the kitchen. They soon heard the clanking of pans and the sizzle of bacon and sausage.
Sakura chuckled. "I forgot to ask, but how is a small thing like him able to cook?"
"Well, Mom had the company make a special bodyguard/servant AI for me. So he was taught how to cook and stuff like sewing. Just don't ask how he's able to lift those heavy pans because I have no idea."
"Mistress Tomoyo! We're out of milk and eggs!" came Kero's call from the kitchen. "Do you want me to run out and get some?"
"No thanks, Kero! I'll go get them," Tomoyo hollered back.
"Are you sure Mistress?" Kero flew back into the living area. "That's not exactly a good idea. I was against the idea of you going outside yesterday, but I say that you shouldn't go today."
Sakura's curiosity perked up.
"Nonsense! No one's out right now. Only the people going to church are, and that's only a few, 'cause you know. The people around here are lazy."
Kero gave a disapproving frown and Tomoyo shot back with a dominating stare.
Kero caved in first. "Fine. Just make sure this time you wear a hoodie to hide your hair. It's really stark on you. You're lucky no one saw you yesterday. Really lucky."
"I'm planning to. Don't worry, Kero. I won't get caught. The chances of that today are like one in a million." Tomoyo seemed confident, but there was an underlying of uncertainty to her tone.
"Famous last words," the bodyguard shot back. Tomoyo shook her head stubbornly.
"Tomoyo," Sakura decided to join their conversation. "When you get back, do you mind telling me what's going on. Like you promised?"
The dark haired girl nodded before heading off to her room. She came back with a casual outfit on. Her hair was tucked back into a navy blue hoodie.
"So, Kero, am I unnoticeable now?" The girl turned around showing that all her hair was tucked in and secured.
The bodyguard nodded, but still had a look of worry on his face. "Yea, yea. Now shoo and come back ASAP."
Tomoyo gave a small smile and left the house.
Sakura blinked. 'All that just to get out of the house? Tomoyo, you're really starting to worry me.' She looked over to the bodyguard who was sitting on a windowsill watching as Tomoyo made her way out of view.
"That kid better be careful. She's lucky the punks around here are too lazy to get up," she heard him mutter as he flew off to go tend to the cooking.
Elsewhere…
"Now tell me whose smart idea was to get up at freaking eight in the morning on a Sunday?" Syaoran Li demanded as he and his two friends headed towards the small grocery store on campus.
His spiky haired friend, Takashi Yamazaki, shook his head. "Don't ask me, Li. Ask the baka who wanted to make chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast." He thumbed the remaining member of their group, Eriol Hiiragizawa.
The blue haired boy sighed. "Am I such a bad guy that you make me out to be?"
His two friends stopped abruptly and turned towards him. "YES."
"Now why is that?" He asked, an innocent look on his face.
"It's a Sunday," Syaoran grumbled, emphasizing 'Sunday'.
"Your point?"
"No one gets up this early on a freaking Sunday!"
"Uh huh." Eriol had a faraway kind of expression on his face.
"Are you listening to me?" Syaoran cried out, looking about three seconds from throttling his best friend. In fact, he was beginning to inch on over to him.
"Uh huh."
"Now, Li, no need to get angry over Eriol's eccentricities. The sooner we get the pancake mix and chocolate chips, the sooner we go back home." Takashi said, laughing nervously. He was often a mediator to his friends. "Perhaps Eriol will give you a pancake or two. You know, I believe I once read that pancakes originate in the Arthurian times when an old maid dropped batter off a ledge and the sun's rays cooked it into a fluffy but flat piece of bread. It's said that King Arthur himself ate and named it."
"And I believe you read it wrong," Syaoran mimicked Takashi's voice. It was obvious that his idiot friend was lying, but at other times the boy spun lies that even he was fooled. After all, lying was Takashi's forte. He wasn't called the Fantastic Fibber for nothing (a corny nickname that stuck to him ever since they were small children. Takashi greatly disliked it). It was that trait that made him the accomplished womanizer of today.
"Eh, can we go in now?" came Eriol's voice. They had talked all that time and had not realized that they were standing right in front of the store.
Syaoran grumbled something and stomped off in the direction of a frozen fountain not far from them. (It was the very same one that yesterday they had thrown a kid, who had sprayed water on him when watering a plant in Botany class, into.)
Translation: Go on without me.
The two friends shrugged and went into the store that only minutes before they had arrived a girl with a hoodie had entered.
Meanwhile… Sakura had gotten an idea. Sometime ago, she had snuck up on the bodyguard while he was putting the sausages and bacon on a plate. She was currently holding a struggling Kero by the tail.
"Ack! You crazy person!"
"Listen you… furby thing," Sakura demanded. "Tell me why Tomoyo was acting weird. And why she needs a bodyguard."
Beating his wings fiercely, the tiny bodyguard, with all his might, swung up and bit the offender's finger.
"Yeowch!" she yelped, alternating him to her other hand. "C'mon! Please tell me what is wrong with her!" He yelled "No!" and she began to shake him by the tail, as one would do to a bell.
"Will you stop shaking me already!" he shrieked, his voice wavering as he was spun around. "I'm warning you! I can transform and maul you into bits!"
She ceased. "You can't do that. I don't think your Mistress would be very pleased if you tore her best friend up."
The small guardian sighed. "Fine, you bipolar freak."
Sakura shrugged the insult off. "You'll tell me?"
"Didn't I just say I would?"
"No, you said 'fine'."
"Just put me down and I'll tell you…" She set him down next to the sink. "Although this is disobeying my Mistress's wishes, I guess it is important that you as her friend know what's happening." He cleared his throat in a humanly fashion.
"The Mistress and I haven't known each other for long, so I don't know all the details. I only arrived a couple weeks ago," he began. "But I do know the simple fact that the Mistress is being bullied."
"By who?" Sakura asked, suddenly very angry. Who would dare bully her friend. "It isn't… the D3 is it?"
When Kero didn't say anything, she sunk to the ground. "It is, isn't it?"
She stood up suddenly and began to walk out of the kitchen.
"Where are you going?"
"…The bathroom."
"Ha! You expect me to believe that?" She turned around at this.
"Fine, tell me where the store is."
One of his beady little eyes twitched. "Hmm… Next to the Starbuck's and that snobby clothes store place, but… Hey!"
She had already walked out of the house.
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Once she had gotten the eggs and milk, Tomoyo was walking towards the register when she heard the door swing open. She stopped in her tracks. It was the D2.
"Where is the pancake mix?" she heard one of them inquire the clerk.
"Aisle 5, next to the dairy section," said the student clerk.
"Thanks." She heard steps coming in her direction.
'Oh crap.' She was in the dairy section. She could see their feet through the shelf now. 'What do I do? What do I do?' Panicking, she did the only thing she could do. Act natural.
When the D2 walked into the aisle they found a girl skimming through brands of cake mixes.
'Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic,' she thought repeatedly, staring hard at the nutritional labels.
They passed by… and stopped only a few feet from her.
'Okay, Tomoyo, you can do this. You can do this. Just act natural. Just be smooth. A smoothie. Be a smoothie…' Stiffly, she began to walk away until she felt herself sway to the side. And knock over a shelf of cake mix.
'Crap! Crappish crappidity crap!' She was sitting on the ground very still like a deer waiting to be shot, covered with white and brown cake mix.
She heard coughing behind her and felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Are you all right, Miss?" asked a familiar voice. It was the D2.
'Should I answer them?' she wondered. She almost yelped when she felt a hand dust her back off.
One of them chuckled. "You've got cake mix all over you."
One hand dusted her hood right off. Her hair fell out of it.
There was a gasp. "Oi… I know who you are. You're that one chick who told Li off…"
She closed her eyes. 'Oh god.'
The door opened again and three girls walked in. She recognized one of them as her old roommate, Michiru Kodaishi.
As soon as they saw the mess and the D2, they sidled up to them.
Her ex-roommate coughed delicately. "Is that you, Daidouji? I must say you should wear that more often. It suits you." She turned to the spiky haired guy, touching his shoulder. "Weren't you going to like trash her dorm or something?"
He shrugged her hand off. "Ask Li about that. I don't want anything to do with it."
"What about you, Eriol-kun?" her friend asked the blue haired boy with glasses.
He was examining a box of pancake mix. "It's not my problem."
The door opened again. "Oi! What's taking you so long?"
"Syaoran-kun!" the girls giggled. "It's so nice to see you!"
"Whatever." He blew them off. He saw the mess and whistled. "Some mess you made here guys."
"Actually," the spiky haired guy started, pointing at Tomoyo. "It's that chick who you tagged the other day."
Syaoran glowered down at her. "Oh yeah." He had almost forgotten about her. "I thought the school had already run you off to the hills or something." He forced her up by the front of her shirt. "Now that you've shown up, I'll get you back for what you said to me, you bitch."
Once again, the door opened. A girl in only pajamas and house shoes walked in. She gaped when she saw what was happening, her eyes bugging when she realized that the flour covered girl was in fact Tomoyo.
"Tomoyo!" Sakura cried, running towards her. She grabbed the brown haired boy's arm. "What're you doing to her? You're that D3 right? I bet you're planning to beat on her too like you did to that one kid yesterday."
"It's that one girl," Michiru muttered to her friends.
"Who are you?" Syaoran demanded, shrugging her hand off his arm. She looked somewhat familiar.
"No one near as important as someone like you," she replied sarcastically, tugging her friend away from him.
"Really, girl. Tell me who you are."
"Why? So you can just torment me along with my friend. I think not." She pulled Tomoyo towards the door.
"What makes you think I'll do that?"
'Is this guy trying to fool me or is he really this dumb?' She stopped.
"Lot's of things."
"Such as?"
'What is this guy trying to do?' "Such as that 'D3 war' thing yesterday. And the fact you looked ready to pummel my friend just a second ago. What did they ever do to you?"
"They deserve it," he said simply, as if it was the answer for everything. "Weak idiots like them get in the way of us stronger people. They need to be beat up so they learn their lesson to stay away."
"What?" Sakura exploded, surprising Tomoyo so much that she inched away from her friend. "Are you a freaking psycho! Is that boy from yesterday still alive? The one who you threw into that fountain? It's in the middle of the freaking winter! He might get hypothermia and die! You asshole! I hope his parents sue you!"
The boy looked vexed at this, but he still stood his ground. "I remember you now. You're that girl who I chose yesterday. You're a hypocrite."
"Damn, I didn't even know what I was doing yesterday! But now I know what this is all about!" She stepped up to him. "You're all are bunch of sick sadistic bastards who think you're all that." She poked him with each word, "You think you can just step on people who are weaker than you! Well, here's a little something… You're not all that!"
"And you're a hypocritical bitch who doesn't know how to fucking shut up!" He roared.
She was afraid he was going to hit her and closed her eyes, because he looked damned near to do so, but instead she felt something wet land on her head. When she heard laughing she opened her eyes again.
"Did you just… spit on me?"
The END.
J/k! Of course I wouldn't stop right there. Lol! You guys are lucky I was able to get this one up. I have two projects to do, several tests to study for, and a whole bunch of notes to take over the freaking 'Odyssey' and the 'Aeneid.' Too much…. (swirly eyes) Sorry that I had to lay that on you guys… but these days right before Christmas are so stressful. Teachers just love to cram everything right at the end, don't they?
Shameless Plug: I'm drawing some pics for this fic. From what I'm told, I ain't too shabby at it either. (Gloating grin) They'll be uploaded soon, so check my author page in awhile. Ooh and another… read 'Memoirs of a Geisha.' It's really good if you're into Japanese history and all that.