Ice Queen Chapter 27: New Life, a card captor sakura fanfic

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I'm SORRY I haven't updated in such a very long time. P On vacation, yah know. Winter break is like heaven to me. Such a wonderful time of the year to… snore

Lmao. Well, anyways. I realize that some of you were very confused by the newest edition of Ice Queen I'm bringing in with Sakura's mysterious 'duty.' You'll find out soon enough… everything will reveal itself in due course. .

Ice Queen

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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"SYAORAN-KUN!!!!!!" Tomoyo dashed into the house, not bothering to knock or ring the doorbell. She had the keys and right now was an urgent time. "SYAORAN-KUN!!!"

"Tomoyo-koi… calm down… let's go check Sakura's room… maybe she didn't leave yet," Eriol could barely keep his voice calm and collected. He paced extremely quickly up to his student's room and knocked. "Sakura, we're coming in."

He reached for the knob, but the door opened, "Sakura's not here."

It was Syaoran. Amber eyes stared at Eriol's sapphire ones and questioned him, "Sakura's not here… why isn't she here?"

The teacher felt he could cry. Syaoran sounded exactly like a lost puppy who couldn't find his way. All alone and hurt.

"Do you know when she left, Syaoran?" Eriol led Syaoran back to Sakura's bed and sat him down on it. When he shook his head and mumbled, "I haven't seen her since lunch." Eriol grew slightly worried.

"She's been gone for a while… we're too late then," Tomoyo stood behind her husband, trembling. "I… Why didn't I remember earlier… oh my goodness, Sakura."

Fist clenched, Syaoran shouted at the couple, "Where is Sakura? Why isn't she here? What the hell is going on?!"

Resting a hand on the younger boy's shoulder, Eriol did his best to ease the tension Syaoran was heavily emitting. The chocolate-haired pupil of his was frantic, "Sakura… did she ever tell you about her… did she ever tell you a story from long, long ago?"

Noting the confusion in Syaoran's expression, he took a deep breath and in a soothing voice began, "The story begins actually not too long ago… just a little less than twenty years…"

Sakura's POV

Who would have thought that I would actually return here… It's been so long.

Emerald eyes tilted upwards as they regarded the beautiful, white mansion with a cold perceptiveness that was far too mature for her age. Any normal bystander would have immediately edged away from her as not to be frozen by her chilled stare. But if anyone cared enough to look just a little deeper, he or she might be able to see… just in a small moment of weakness… a horrible, sad look in her eye.

A type of look that could rake the hearts of people out with its pain. Pain that only the scarcest few could bear. The few that have lived with a suffocating loneliness all their life. No one else could understand.

"Excuse me, miss… may I help you?" One of the guards nodded his head at her and waved her over, smiling. "Are you lost… whoa." He was a tall, burly man who was extremely well built and strong, yet he had a kind twinkle in his eyes… that was covered by the now surprised and slightly uneasy appearance on his face.

It seems that even the toughest of guards are thrown off by my presence… have I become so horrifying that no one can bear me? Is my coldness so cutting that none can stand me being next to them? I suppose Syaoran was one in a million after all.

"My name is Kinomoto Sakura."

"Kinomoto… Sakura… Oh! Ma'am!!!" He bowed low and immediately began opening the gate, fumbling with the keys. By the time he had managed to unlock the entrance, Sakura had been able to spot every guard on duty there.

Fifty men in all… and this is just the front entrance… I wonder how many more are here. It's been so long since I last…

"Please, Kinomoto-sama," he was still bowing, but was now holding the gate open for. Without another word, the cold Ice Queen of Tomoeda High stepped into the courtyard and began walking soundlessly towards the building.

She was stopped though, by a very imposing young… maid, "Excuse me? But who are you and what are you doing in here? Don't tell me the guard let you in… school field trips are not allowed in here young lady."

Sakura grimaced as she realized she had unthinkingly not changed out of her school uniform.

I suppose no one knows what I look like… and it's to be expected. But still… A frown appeared on her face as she observed the blond maid with an upturned nose. This woman annoys me to the fullest. How she got a position in this household will be told to me soon… and if there's no good reason she will no longer be working here any longer.

"I am-"

"I don't care who you are. You shouldn't take me seriously when I ask for your name. Just get out!"

Anger burned inside of Sakura and instantly, the air around became deadly cold. It had been a while since anyone had talked to her in such a manner and, being the Ice Queen even if she wasn't going back to that school, she would not tolerate it.

Smirking at the sight of a trembling maid who was trying desperately to keep her cool, she grinned and paced cool fingers on the distasteful woman's chin, "Well, I'm going to tell you exactly who I am."

Her leg swung around and knocked the despicable blond to the ground, "I am Kinomoto Sakura, and I don't want the likes of you running around, dirtying my house." Sakura's words were laced with ice and malice, causing the woman to grovel and beg for forgiveness.

Worthless lowlife.

Saying nothing at all and ignoring the sobbing worker, Sakura turned and walked bitterly across the grounds to the door, freezing all life that came within a meter near her.

The first thing I'm going to do is change out of this stupid uniform. No one takes me seriously… and for that, they will pay.

"Kinomoto-sama, welcome to your new… welcome home," a butler Sakura vaguely recognized bowed and opened the door, allowing her to enter.

At least some of these people recognize me. Che.

Fastening her hand around the backpack she was wearing, Sakura muttered about the guard having the rest of her luggage and how she wanted to go to her room immediately.

"Of course, ma'am."

Her mouth set in a line, the cold, icy girl walked up the stairs, sounds echoing off the walls.

This is my new life now… Syaoran…

With that, she blocked all thoughts of her amber-eyed… housemate… out of her mind.

"W-What?" his voice was heavy with disbelief. "What you said cannot possibly be true… Tomoyo-san, Eriol-sensei may need a doctor…"

A small sigh escaped the amethyst-eyed woman's lips and she sat forlornly on the bed, stroking the blanket, thinking of her friend, "I'm afraid… everything Eriol said is entirely true. Sakura has gone to do her duty… come here. Look."

Pushing the small curtains of the window back, Tomoyo pointed to the store that Syaoran had spotted earlier, "That man is a servant there… he will be moving back with Sakura soon. His only purpose here was to remind her daily of how much time she had left… it's been so long since I was told this… but still, I can't believe such a thing could slip my mind."

Choking sobs broke out of the woman as Eriol rushed to console his wife.

"Syaoran," Eriol turned, finally. "I will soon have to move back to Sakura's home as well… I'm to be going there soon, you see. At first, I really thought we could stop this but… Syaoran. You need to make a decision. Right. Now."

Flopped down onto a bed, face-up, was a former senior from Tomoeda High.

"I can't believe," Sakura breathed. "That it's finally come to this… and to think… it's actually too late to escape. I had a chance before but… that stupid fortune-teller."

She pounded a fist into the mattress, but frowned as it was absorbed.

This mattress… is going to be changed.

Sakura lifted her head at the sound of polite knocking at the door. "Kinomoto-sama. I'm here to show you around the building… Kinomoto-sama?" Apparently the servants were also very bothersome and nosy.

"I will be out of my room shortly. You may leave now," her voice was more cold and detached than ever before. Eyes distant, Sakura quickly changed into a different outfit and smirked at the mirror, wondering what the servants would say to her… attire.

Opening her door abruptly, the Ice Queen stepped out and inwardly snorted at the gasps from the workers. Yup. Their new mistress acted in a very different fashion, and they would have to adjust to it. Greatly. Adjust.

Tight, black jeans wrapped soundly along her legs, and met Sakura's pale, green top around her waist. On her upper-body, she had donned on a spaghetti strap shirt with an ice blue Chinese words encrypted onto it. Over it, there was a black, leather jacket with sleeves that reached down to her knuckles and ripped off at the end. Her feet were clad in boots that were high-heeled yet only reached right above her ankles.

Sakura's face had almost no make-up on it, but a streak of green eye shadow above and below her eyes. Silver wings twisted into cuffs on her ears, and her hair was held in a high, tight bun with the help of an ice-blue chopstick.

Some may have said she was breath taking and beautiful, and other may have spoken about her 'outrageous' attire, but all would agree that she looked very cool, yet her icy demeanor still froze those within reach.

Then again, perhaps it wasn't her attire that shocked the maids and butlers, but the fact that she had an extremely irritated scowl on her face.

"Someone called me out of my chambers and it had better be for a good reason. I do not like being disturbed," she was not at all hesitant to get her point across to the people employed there, and did not bother making her tone any more polite. They were paid to serve her, so serve they would. Heck, she even made groups of seniors do what she bid them do while she was still a freshman at Tomoeda High.

Fearless and cunning… and unbearably cold.

"I-I'm v-very sorry for troubling you, m-ma'am…" Sakura's head turned uncaringly to stare at a boy who was a few years younger than herself. "B-But… t-the master told m-me to show you around… and t-to m-m-make you c-comfortable and so I… I…"

Her slim, white hand waved his ramblings off and she raised an eyebrow, "So, are you going to show me around or what?"

"H-Hai!!"

Arms folded, Sakura could not help but feel that she owed the eager boy a nod of approval. The garden was magnificent… and somehow she knew that it would be one of her favorite spots in the mansion… it was a wonder that she hadn't gone out on her balcony to see the view yet.

"The waterfall."

She turned and looked at her servant questioningly, "Excuse me?"

The boy grinned and walked over to the small waterfall that ran from the wall into a stream that passed through everywhere in the garden, "It comes from a real waterfall. Master wanted it to be real spring water and so… it comes from the hill way out back. We had the water transported."

Unable to keep her frozen, harsh mask on, Sakura tried to keep her voice emotionless as she commented, "I see… and is there more?"

"Yes!" he seemed very happy that she sounded a little interested. It was the only emotion he had seen from her. Pointing at the thin streams of water, he began tracing them, beckoning her to follow. "See the paths of water? It forms a cherry blossom tree."

Sakura was astonished and began walking around, looking at the designs created for the sparkling liquid, "Ever petal is made… amazing."

A boyish smile was implanted onto her servant's mouth and his young, blue eyes shone happily, "Behind you."

"What?" she stood from her crouching position where she had been looking at the 'tree,' and turned. Sakura had to bite her lip to keep from letting a joyful laugh penetrate her lips. It was a real cherry blossom tree. A whole miniature forest full of them, and in the center was a small fountain. The water glimmered brightly and when her fingertips dipped into the substance, a cool, soothing feeling met her touch and slowly, a barely detectable smile formed on her face.

"This too… is a real spring. In fact, the fountain was built over it… everything here is natural. The stone steps that you walk upon were all already here. And also… the small Sakura petal patterns on the fountain… they're there because real petals fell and pressed against the mold."

Not wanting the boy to get too carried away and begin to ramble, Sakura straightened herself up and look dismissively at him, "It is fascinating, to say the least, but I wish to move on now… alone. Oh, and see to it that some maids come in to me room later on. There are changes to be made to the decoration of my sleeping quarters."

With a respectful bow, the boy left quietly after a soft, "Yes Kinomoto-sama." And left this 'Kinomoto-sama' to wander around by herself.

I think… I think I'm going to take a look at the onsen…

He had done it. He had made the decision. Not that it was at all hard, but still… some might have called it a touch choice… but no Syaoran. No. Not when it was for Sakura at least.

Leave everything behind. Everything that he had gained, but with a possibility of regaining all of that in order to bring Sakura back. No biggie. Who had given him a new chance, a new beginning, and a new life? A life of actual happiness and contentment (not to mention a little bit of adventure)?

Sakura.

He would do anything.

Anything.

To get Sakura back.

Syaoran checked his watch impatiently then groaned when the loud speaker came on and an annoyingly clear voice rang across all the large hallways of the airport, "Flight 83 will be delayed. Flight 83 will be delayed. We apologize for this inconvenience. Please, all passengers who purchased tickets to Flight 83 go rebook a flight. We apologize for this inconvenience."

Just. His. Luck.

There was no time… soon… Sakura… she might…

Shaking his head clear of all the depressing thoughts, Syaoran raced off to go buy a different ticket. One which, hopefully, could land him in Hokkaido by the end of the day. It was unlikely though, but he had to try. He had to bring her back.

"Sakura… Why didn't you tell me about… this?" Syaoran mournfully spoke to himself, though he already knew the answer to his question.

"May I help you sir?"

"Uh yes I'd like a ticket to Hokkaido…"

A very pissed Syaoran returned to his now extremely lonely home that night. Every flight to Hokkaido was delayed. Just great. He'd have to wait a 'few more days', as the attendant had put it.

Who could have possibly have booked all the flights? It's not like Sakura was purposely trying to keep him away… was it? Not that she had the money to do it… even if she was really an heiress…

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To be continued

So… I'm going to leave you there and not reveal to you exactly what is going on with Sakura and her 'duty!' You wanna kill me yet? Well… how about I say… you don't review and I'll make you want to kill me more… by not updating! - My friends say I'm innocent. I say I'm not.

Hai – yes

Onsen – a sort of hot springs

Quote:

If you blame others for your failures, do you credit them for your achievements?