Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Alternate Dimensions ❯ Shocking Revelation ( Chapter 3 )

Alternate Dimensions

Chapter Three - Shocking Revelation

By Crow Skywalker

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Disclaimer - I don't own Card Captor Sakura or it's characters. End of story.

Author's Notes - Wow, bet you never expected me to update this fic so soon. I was really bored today, and for some reason I didn't feel like writing anything else ^^; Also, this is a short chapter. I wanted it to end it the way it did, and I dragged it out as long as I could. Anyway, yeah…back to doing…stuff @_@; *Opens next chapter and starts writing* I suddenly can't stop x_x;; This is two chapters in one day! You'd better appreciate this! XP Enjoy the fic.

Pairings/Warnings - Slight Sakura/Syaoran. Rated PG.

Summary - What if Sakura had lost her concentration during the first movie, and had been sent to a different dimension where she's not the Card Captor? Sakura must now find her way back to her dimension with the help of this one's Card Captor, who's a familiar face in her dimension. But trouble's not too far off!

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He was standing with his friends outside one of the shops, trying his best to keep up with what was going on. Besides the story that his friend Takashi was telling them, and Chiharu trying her best to hit him and stop him from telling more 'nonsense' stories, he was also trying to avoid Tomoyo's video camera, which always seemed to be filming whenever they weren't in school.

Raising a hand as the dark haired girl turned the camera his way, he blocked her view of him and half wondered how he had let his friends talk him into this. He knew that Chiharu wanted to go shopping for a new sundress, but why did she have to bring everyone else along? Most of all, why had he come along? Then he remembered - his best friend Takashi had asked him to.

With a sigh, Syaoran gave up on trying to block the camera, running a hand through his messy hair as he listened to the camera whirl beside him. He shot Tomoyo a look of frustration - no matter where she was she was always filming something - and most of the time, it was him. He silently wondered what she found so fascinating.

"So when they made the first mall, they figured that there wouldn't be any oxygen at all inside so they put pots with plants into them," said Takashi, his finger in the air as he continued as if he were telling the truth, "But since flowers didn't quite do the job, they decided that if they were to put trees in the mall, then photosynthesis would make the air cleaner." He pointed to a nearby tree planted in a pot, "That's why we have trees in the mall."

"Those are fake trees," Chiharu pointed out dryly, her arms crossed in front of her and, before he could say anything else, she reached up and grabbed him by the ear. "Enough of your stories, Takashi," she began to pull him along, leaving the others behind, "I have to find a new dress for my mother's garden party!"

Syaoran watched them go, never moving from where he was leaning up against the wall. He absently realized that Tomoyo was still filming, though she now had the camera pointed in Takashi and Chiharu's direction. With a blush and an excited gasp, she breathed, "Kawaii!"

"You think everything's cute," he replied with a sigh.

"Not everything." Tomoyo shrugged, finally setting her camera down long enough to look at him. "Looks like they've left us behind. What do you want to do?"

He shoved himself away from the wall, casually walking in the direction he'd seen his friends go. "Follow them, of course. They're the reason we came, right?"

"I guess," Tomoyo ran to catch up with him, "Though I don't see why Chiharu's bothering with buying a dress. I could have just made her one!" She pouted, fiddling with her camera, "I never get to make anyone cool outfits. I have all sorts of material, but no one to use it on." She gave him a sly look, "Do you -"

"No," he cut her off, putting his hands up in the air as he backed away from her a bit. Tomoyo was always trying to convince him into letting her made him new outfits. It was bad enough he had already accepted one from her, and he thought one was good enough for what he wanted it for. "That's quite alright."

She pouted again and Tomoyo looked slightly deflated. Her smile soon returned though as she caught sight of their other two friends. Waving her empty hand, the other gripping her camera tightly, she shouted, "Chiharu! Takashi!"

They were standing outside a shop, looking in through the glass window at whatever the shop held. They looked up as the others joined them.

"Hey guys," Chiharu pointed towards the window, "What do you think of that dress? Too classy?"

Tomoyo stepped forward, standing on her tiptoes to get a better look. With a frown she turned back to her female friend. "The making is good, and it would look nice on you with your hair color, but check out the price!" she pointed at the tag through the window, "How much money did your mom give you?"

Chiharu fumbled for the money in her pocket, counting out the bills. Syaoran paid little attention to the girl chatter, instead opting to lazily glance around at his surroundings. He noticed that they were just outside the food court, and looking over the empty chairs he realized he hadn't had supper yet. He wondered if someone at home would cook it and put his in the microwave until he came home.

I doubt it, he frowned, suddenly catching a glimpse of a pair of giggling girls sitting in the food court. He wouldn't have given them a second look if one of them hadn't been staring at him. Immediately looking away, he wondered who she was. She looked about his age, though he'd never seen her in school before. Looking back up, he found her still staring at him with a dreamy look.

"Ooh! Looks like Syaoran has a new fangirl!" Tomoyo chirped from beside him, and he felt his face flush. Shooting her a nasty look, he chose to ignore the girl that still seemed to be entranced with him.

Chiharu giggled. "All the girls love Syaoran!"

"Oh wow," Tomoyo sudden gasped, "Who's that girl sitting with her? She has really pretty hair!"

Syaoran turned his head around, and it seemed like the girl had the same idea. They turned to look at each at the same time, emerald eyes meeting dark brown ones. A shiver ran up his spine at that moment, though he didn't look away from her startled gaze. She looked quite surprised to see him, whoever she was, and he watched as her mouth moved.

"Syaoran…"

He almost blinked, breaking eye contact. Did she just…say my name? He shook his head, finally looking away. Impossible. Perhaps he had just misread the movement of her lips - he didn't know her, so how would she know his name?

"Wow!" Tomoyo beamed, "Kawaii!" All at once the camera was trained on both Syaoran and the unknown girl.

Realizing the strange girl was still staring at him, he shot her an odd look over his shoulder before he turned away, arms crossed in their usual position in front of him. "Can we go yet?" he asked impatiently, feeling a bit awkward.

"Hey, maybe we should go introduce ourselves," Tomoyo suddenly said, watching the pretty girl sitting in the food court, "She seems quite interested in you, Syaoran."

"Tomoyo, I'm twelve years old. I'm not interested in strange girls who stare at me in the mall," he insisted, but Tomoyo was already heading over to the table, her camera in hand. She'd spotted something that she liked, and Syaoran knew she wouldn't leave without at least getting the girl's name.

He rolled his eyes as the others eagerly followed her, losing interest in shopping.

"Hey," Tomoyo smiled brightly as she approached the table, offering a friendly handshake to both the girls. The second girl - the one with the auburn hair - hesitated as she looked at Tomoyo, but took her hand anyway. "I'm Tomoyo Daidouji. I couldn't help but notice you girls staring at my friend over there," she winked at that last part.

"Meiling Li," Meiling responded, shaking the girl's hand. "And this is my cousin Sakura. We just moved here from Hong Kong."

"Really?" Tomoyo took a seat, looking very interested. She pointed to her two other friends standing behind her, "This is Chiharu and Takashi, by the way."

"And your male friend there?" Meiling couldn't help but smile dreamily as she nodded in Syaoran's direction.

Syaoran fought to roll his eyes, annoyed that this girl was being so forward. He didn't bother to look at her, instead pretending to be interested in the food stands that surrounded the small food court.

"Him?" Tomoyo grinned, pointing at the seemingly oblivious boy, "That's Syaoran Kinomoto."

Sakura suddenly dropped her chopsticks and they clattered noisily to her plate.

To Be Continued…