A/N: This is the first story that I've ever written, but R&R (reading & reviewing) is still highly appreciated. Also, a little C&C (compliment & criticism) is appreciated in the reviews. By Reviewing you are helping my ego, and also helping me install more chapters faster. This chapter is a bit of a plot bunny, but it does contain at least ONE important fact.
DunDun: Yes... We DO like twisted stories... if you stick around... it's bound to get even more twisted...
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Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura does not in any aspects belong to this lowly writer, CCS belongs wholly to ©CLAMP. However, the plot and storyline are most definitely mine.
Warning: If you are not a fan or can't tolerate YURI/Shoujo-ai I warn you not to read further than this warning.
Legend:
:Flashback:
'…Thinking…'
"…Speaking…"
...FAST FORWARD...
Ch. 5: Mahō Yakubō, Magical Desires
Tomoyo bounded into the living room, waving a neon pink flyer above her head, dropping the groceries she had picked up at the local grocery store. The flyer was screaming "Club Mahō Yakubō," in amplified, bold text. Tomoyo headed straight for Sakura, whom was humming an English song entitled, "Journey to the Past"; she had heard the tune earlier that afternoon on the international Internet radio station. Tomoyo stood at the doorway of the computer room, and smiled gaily waiting for Sakura to notice her. Sakura turned at the sound of heavy panting and giggled at Tomoyo's thrilled expression, pink cheeks, and ruffled clothes. 'She's so adorable,' Sakura thought with a little tingle in her groin.
"Tomo-chan? What's wrong? Or should I say 'What's right?'" Sakura asked with a slender brow raised above her emerald eye. Tomoyo flashed her pearly white teeth at Sakura and walked closer to where Sakura was seated at the computer. Sakura pulled Tomoyo into her lap and tilted her head at an angle to get a better view of Tomoyo's beautiful features. "What is it that you're so excited about, sweetie, that you can't even speak? I mean, I know it's exciting that we're off today, and Onii-chan and Yuki-kun are out of town, but calm down, please?" Sakura teased Tomoyo with a nip at her collarbone. Tomoyo grinned and finally spoke, still clutching the grotesquely colored handout.
"I… Got… Us… A… Job… At… Mahō Yakubō!" Tomoyo inhaled and exhaled between each word, to calm herself down. Tomoyo exhaled the last part with an excited squeal. Sakura grabbed the flyer and her eyes widened; Sakura was astounded with the news. Sakura stared at the flyer and gently pushed the still pleased Tomoyo off of her lap. Sakura then glanced at the leaflet in her hands and exchanged looks with Tomoyo.
"OH SHIT! This is SO exciting! HOEE! I'm so excited Tomoyo! How did you get us a job working at the hottest club in all of Tomoeda? I heard that club was CHOICE with all the bighead corporates around here! That place is the hangout for almost anyone, who's anyone! What's our job? How much do we make a night? What are the working hours? Will we have to wear matching uniforms? Will we have to sleep with people?" Sakura inquired the latter with a slightly disgusted grimace. Tomoyo just threw her lavender locks over her shoulder and wrapped her arms around Sakura's neck, ramming their lips together.
After a long and passionate embrace the two young women separated and began jumping up and down, running around the suite, squealing in delight. After about 5 minutes of screaming, the pair fell, snickering and giggling, onto a pile of pillows they had knocked into a cluster away from the sofa. Sakura sighed and turned on her side to wrap a nimble arm around Tomoyo's waist.
"But seriously, you have to answer my questions Tomo-chan… How much are we talking about first of all?" Sakura questioned Tomoyo, staring at Tomoyo's lilac colored orbs.
"Well, Saku-chan, I'm not sure. The guy that told me about the job said that payment varies, that the payment is pending on the tips of our customers. But, according to Mr. Saotome, the payment that the club will provide us with is ¥10,000 a night… I know it doesn't sound like much, but Mr. Saotome assured me that with the tips of the big corporate people, we could be making about ¥100,000, if we play our cards right." Sakura's eyes bugged out at the numbers. Tomoyo smiled at Sakura's astonished expression, and returned it with her own smug look. "Yeah, that's what I looked like too when Mr. Saotome told me the numbers. I mean it's not like we get paid at all working as waitresses for Yuki-kun, y'know what I mean? I'm not saying I'm ungrateful to Yuki-kun for giving us jobs, a room to sleep, food to eat, and not to mention gifts, but it's time we got out there and did our own thing. Right?" Tomoyo brought up a gentle hand to sweep the honey colored hair our of her lover's face.
"I guess you're right Tomoyo, but shouldn't we talk this over with Yuki-kun and Touya first? I mean we do owe them quite a lot." Sakura sighed, thinking about the consequences to such an edgy job, especially the reactions of Touya and Yukito. "Tomoyo, what if we get kicked out for such a risky move like that? I mean, we didn't even ask the two guys if we could even go job hunting."
"Sakura, those two love us! We are grown women Sakura, they're not going to be angry with us for deciding to make our own decisions. Besides, I remember before the two lovebirds left for that supposed 'expedition', they said the pent house was ours, and we're the responsible young women. Touya said that as long as we didn't have any parties, we could have full reign of EVERYTHING. Everything Sakura, that means we can do anything we want! They know we're old enough to make our own decisions, and they're letting us. So please say yes!" Tomoyo chided, then began pouting, knowing Sakura couldn't resist her charms. Sakura caved.
"Fine. Tomoyo you should be happy I love you so much!" Sakura rolled her eyes as Tomoyo squealed and wrapped a leg on Sakura's thigh while they lay on the pillows. The two females stared at each other and begin to giggle again. Tomoyo sat up slightly, propping her cheek on her hand, while the weight of her body was place on her elbow. Sakura lay there staring up at the towering Tomoyo.
Sakura raised her right hand and traced a design on Tomoyo's cheek, making a grin tug upon Tomoyo's lush lips. Tomoyo leaned over and began to tease, nibble, and lick at Sakura's earlobe. Sakura closed her eyes and let the tingles of sensation wash over her body. Sakura and Tomoyo were awoken from their comfortable dreamlike phase when the phone began to ring. It had been instilled, and drilled into the two young women to always answer the phone. So the two girls clamored up from the mess of pillows and ran to the phone. Out of habit, Sakura clicked the speaker button.
"Moshi Moshi?" Sakura answered casually. Normally people would find her greeting rude, especially those damned telemarketers. 'It better not be a telemarketer, or else I'm going to scream. They always tell me I'm rude for answering the phone that way, but I don't care. They're the rude ones, always being so… well, so damned telemarket-ish.' Sakura stuck her tongue out at the phone, thinking it was a telemarketer.
"Oi, Kaijuu, you need to quite answering the phone like that. What if it wasn't me? People would think my baby sister was a rude little monster… Oh wait, that's true!" Sakura squinted her eyes at her brother's teasing voice. "Anyways, how are the two of you? Am I on speaker?" Touya rolled his eyes at Yukito on the other side of the globe. Yukito chuckled as he heard the two girls answering different questions simultaneously.
"We're fine, Onii-chan! But there is something Tomoyo and I need to discuss with you and Yuki-kun." Sakura and Tomoyo exchanged anxious looks. "We got a jobs working at club Mahō Yakubō… And we both decided we were going to take the jobs." There was a silence on both ends as the offer hung in the air waiting to either soar, or be shot down. Touya sighed in an exasperated tone. Tomoyo imagined the two young men exchanging sidelong glances at each other.
"Fine… Just don't make a mess and have parties at the house, when you're whole job is a party." Touya admonished the two girls. Touya had to pull the phone away from his ear as both girls started to jump up and down, screaming again. Yukito raised an eyebrow at Touya, and Touya shrugged, his "They-won't-last-a-minute" expression implanted on his face.
"THANK YOU YUKITO-KUN!" The two females giggled, in unison, into the phone. "WE LOVE YOU GUYS!" Touya raised an eyebrow towards his companion after clicking the phone shut.
"What did YOU do?" Touya glared playfully at Yukito. Yukito smiles and shrugged, playing along. Touya ran a hand through his dark, already ruffled, hair and punched Yukito lightly in the shoulder. On the other side of the globe…
Tomoyo and Sakura embraced each other, then let go and leaned back to back against each other. They had run up to the balcony to witness the sunset. The sky melted into shades of orange, pink, purple, and blue. The two young women leaned against each other and sighed happily, as they watched the end of a beautiful day. Then the whispers came, seemingly being carried by the gently blowing zephyrs.
Come to us… We are your destiny…
Follow the trail of blood; it shall lead you to where you belong…
We will make you complete… Continue your downward plight…
Sakura's head fell forward, as if in a trance. Sakura's eyes went blank, they couldn't see the elegance of the sunset, or the game the twinkling city lights played. She couldn't hear the hum of the motors below, or the soft intake of breath of the body beside her. She didn't feel the cold metal of the balcony rail against her palm, or the breeze blowing her hair. Sakura was like the walking dead, listening to the call of her master…
"SAKURA!" Sakura's blank eyes gained their regular emerald hue again, at the sound of Tomoyo's frantic yelling. But not before she heard it again.
Sa…
Ku…
Ra…
TBC:
Touya and Yukito: Touya's on an expedition, since he's an archaeologist, to America. Yukito came along to expand his restaurant empire.
Mahō Yakubō: Magical Desire (correct me if I'm wrong). Not a real club. (I don't think so, anyways.)
Moshi Moshi: A very informal way to answer the phone. Sort of like the equivalence of saying "speak" when answering the phone.
Mr. Saotome: No, Ranma ½ characters don't belong to me either, they belong to Rumiko Takahashi.
"…¥10,000 a night… I know it doesn't sound like much… we could be making about ¥100,000, if we play our cards right.": Yes I checked this out, and it turns out Japan pays their hostesses/bartenders/dancers very well. I'm still not so sure about the whole money equivalence here in dollars. If you have any idea how much the payment is, on a more accurate level, please tell me.
Telemarketers: I'm not sure how they go about the telemarketing in Japan, but here telemarketers are pretty rude, if you ask me.
CHOICE: Again, I use my favorite word!
:A/N: Yes, my Japanese is very limited, but I try:
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