A/N- Hey Hey! Yes yes, I know I know...I'm sorry! But I think this chapter will make up for the late update. Even though I haven't been updating this story, it has been on my mind, and with me finally being done with school I can concentrate on this a whole lot more. My goal is to at least be half way done with this story by the end of summer. I'll work hard!

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Escaping Destiny

Prolouge:- Part 2

How it All Began

We were foolish. We were naïve to think that the bliss that was our lives would be everlasting. I've come to realize that it is when things are at their best that you should be wary of the worst to happen. And that is exactly what took place those three years ago. Disguised as a simple invitation the destruction of our empire came as a contagious disease that spread through out our group, and Chiharu, our unspoken leader, was the one to start it off.

Chiharu was invited, quite innocently, to be a bride's maid in her aunt's wedding. Being the glamorous one that she was, she jumped at the chance to be seen in a stylish dress and an organized occasion.

On the day of the wedding, after the ceremony had long been done, Chiharu gathered along with the other guests to view the time honored tradition of the throwing of the bouquet. Being a member of our proud singles circle, the very thought to even jokingly attempt to be cursed by catching that dreaded bouquet didn't even begin to tickle Chiharu's interest. As far as she was concerned they could fight for that damned thing as much as they cared for but she was not going to be apart of the brawl. Seriously, she had a reputation to keep. Her hair was done by a highly acclaimed hair stylist, not to mention she had a very expensive dress on and let's not even talk about the importance of the shoes…

So there she stood on the edges of the semi circle that the guest had formed as they watched all the desperate single women gather to win their sign of a man-filled future. Pathetic really. Anyway all the women had seemed to be gathered and so her aunt turned around giggling with a school girl's happiness and prepared to start the ritual…tradition….whatever.

And that is when the unthinkable happened. Just as her aunt had thrown the bouquet of flowers theatrically into to the air, a frantic young woman came rushing through the gathered quests screaming "Wait" And in her haste to make it to the brawl um…group of young women, to have her fair try at catching the bouquet, the very rude girl, shoved past many quests and the last and most unfortunate of those guests happened to be Chiharu, the flirt herself.

Completely thrown off balance by the sudden shove, Chiharu soon found herself falling forward onto the hard rocks of the Japanese style gardens the reception was placed in. Her first instinct was to put her hands out to brace herself for the fall, neither the dress or shoes were of any help to her in regaining her balance and so the fall was inevitable. Surprisingly and quite oddly though, before reaching anywhere near the ground an object had flown into her hands and by instinct again, Chiharu clutched the item in her hands and cradle said item to her chest as she made her short descent.

And so Chiharu's first line of defense being broken, she hit the ground hard on her side rolling slightly after impact. Everyone was speechless. But then in a burst of applause the crowd's faces lit up as things like "Wow what a dive!" and "That was a matrix move if I've ever seen one," or even "Man she really wanted that bouquet," where said through the gathering. But Chiharu was far too concerned about her ruined outfit to hear their remarks and if heard, be concerned about the absolute blasphemy and absurdity of the statements.

Looking positively angered at the turn of events Chiharu tightened her grip on the item in her hands and hatefully brought the thing up to her face so that she could curse it face to face like the lady she is. Soon though, her face, once tightened in anger dropped dramatically and instantly to that of absolute horror.

And in the middle of the reception, with all those people cheering, and as she was being helped up from her sitting position on those hard rocks, Miss Chiharu Mihara screamed.

The bouquet of flowers that were once in her grasps then laid mockingly at her feet.

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The next day we all had gathered together in one of our shared New York suites, all trying desperately to calm down the balling Chiharu. Upon becoming aware of the situation we all had rushed right over to console her. Meilin, who had been on a business trip in China discussing the expansion of her company, had jumped/hijacked the first jet she could to be at her friend's side.

It was horrible seeing her like that. For one so calm and so confident to be brought to tears, it was a horrible display. Well at first we thought she was just overreacting to falling down in her thousand dollar outfit. But after listening to her relay the rest of the horrid event and hearing of what had appeared in her hands, all our doubts had been squashed and we had soon found it hard to say "It's ok" or "It's going to be alright"

We comforted her as much as we could, though in the back of our minds the whole ordeal screamed doom for our flirtatious friend. But none of us dared to say a thing, too worried that if even a breath of our thoughts were spoken we'd jinx us all. But then again it would seem that our down fall was inevitable.

Like a plague the festering flowers seemed to appear before us, following to take down our support beam after attacking our head.

No more than a year later, we all begrudgingly attended Chiharu's Wedding, with Meilin as her maid of honor. The story of Chiharu's trap played out within all our minds and as the ceremonial throwing of the bouquet began we all were weary of the event. And with all our senses peaked we stood by and nervously watched the display.

It took place as normally as possible, and we, the remaining three, all had made sure that all young women whether they wanted to or not were already present at the gathering of hording singles. And as Chiharu giddily threw the accursed bunch into the air, with held breaths we watched as it flew above the soon to be brawl, stopped in it's assent and just as quickly make its descent into the eager hands of the young women.

Our eyes never left the bouquet; we didn't dare lose sight of it. Only when we saw it safely land within the mass of raised hands did we let out the breath we were holding. And then we thought ourselves safe, a fatal mistake. At least fatal to our single lives, or rather Meilin's (Poor, poor Meilin).

We had just decided it safe to relax and enjoy the rest of the reception and so instead of watching we listened to the brawl onside us as two women fought over the "prized" bouquet. Melin had even thought it safe enough to turn her back on the brawl as we chatted.

Who would have known that the women would inadvertently thrust the bouquet to the side and that everyone would move out of the way and that it would sail on to head straight for Meilin's turned back.

Well we sure didn't, and too enthralled by our conversation we were in no position to warn her. But with Meilin's martial arts experience, as a reaction she quickly turned around and caught said flying bouquet in mid air before it had a chance to hit her exposed back.

Glad at her display of her skills when Meilin turned to see our shocked faces she first thought that it was in admiration of her display, but after remember that we were very much use to her displays of marital arts and also noticing that our faces were rather horrified than shocked she raised a delicate brow in question.

Utterly speechless all I could manage to do was to point dumbly, mouth agape, at her hand. Finally taking interest in the thing that she had prevented from attacking her Meilin stared down at the object in question, as if saying…What?

We both watched as her eyes went from puzzled to out right horrified and as if it were on fire she all but threw the bunch onto the ground and loosing all sense of the lady she had drilled into her boyish skull she lifted her dress and savagely stomped the bouquet beyond all recognition. The crowd was silent as she vented all her frustration. And as she whipped her head toward us and we saw the realization and defeat slip into her fiery crimson eyes we knew there was nothing else we could do.

One year later as Tomoyo and I stared sadly at our invites to Melin's wedding a strong sense of an inevitable end wafted around us like a black colored breeze.

And then...there were two.

A/N- And that is all my wonderful readers. I hope you all enjoyed it. Cause well...I enjoyed writing it.

K, so next chapter we find out about Tomoyo and Sakura's ordeal with the dreaded bouquet. Look forward to it...but jut not too soon, cause well I haven't started typing it up yet...and then there's editing and loading and stuff...but don't worry! I have it all laid out in my mind!

So any way, thanks for reading and now it's time for you to do your bit and review. Tell me what you thought, hate it? love it? thought it was ok? In any case I want to know.

Ja for now minna!