Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ And Now You're Back Again ❯ Reunion ( Chapter 2 )

“Uh, umm… Sakura-chan?” A young boy, one of Sakura's friends, approached her during lunch. He was sweating like a pig, and was bright red. He looked at his friends across the way, who smiled and gave thumbs-up signs.

“Konichiwa, Azami-kun.” Sakura smiled. Her friends around her giggled at Azami's appearance, while Sakura acted just as oblivious as she always was.

“I would like to ask if you would go out with me sometime!” He said quickly. Sakura was surprised, but kept her smile.

“I'm sorry Azami, but I am not interested in dating you.” Azami was embarrassed enough to retaliate.

“Why not?” He demanded. Sakura was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

“Because I like you only as a friend. But I am very flattered…” Sakura said.

“Sakura doesn't want to date you, Azami. Simple as that.” One of Sakura's friends boldly commented.

Azami was a typical teenage boy, and because his friends were watching, he would not be insulted like that without fighting back. “No one cares what you think, Kameko.” Azami raged on. “And Sakura hasn't gone out with anyone since Syaoran dumped her! She needs to get over it. It's over between them, has been for years.” Everyone could tell by Sakura's face that what he said hit a soft spot. Sakura looked at Azami in horror, and he realized that he went way too far. Sakura ran for the door, her head in her hands, crying. Tomoyo saw her leave and ran to catch up.

“Sakura!” Tomoyo screamed. When she finally caught up, Sakura was leaning against the wall of the hallway. Sakura's eyes were filled with tears.

“He didn't mean what he said, Sakura. I'm sure he wants to apologize.”

“I know… it's not that…” Sakura said between sobs.

“Then what Sakura? How can I help you stop crying?”

“I know he didn't mean it. What makes me sad was that he was right.” Tomoyo sat on the floor with Sakura and comforted her.

“Syaoran loved you more than anyone, Sakura. I know because I knew about his feelings for the longest time.” Sakura briefly stopped crying to listen. Tomoyo continued. “He left because he was forced to, not because he wanted to. He would never intentionally hurt you. And even after that, he called every day to talk with you. He missed you so much.” Tomoyo hugged Sakura.

“But why did he stop calling?” Sakura whispered.

 

 

Syaoran looked out the plane window on the towns and settlements below. Every single movement towards their destination felt like a rope tying tighter around his soul. And soon, that rope would become a leash as he was dragged through dinners and parties and visits between friends or relatives. He had gone through it before, but it bothered him even more now because it was centered on him and a fiancé he had never even seen.

They said she was beautiful, but he didn't care. All he cared about was that he would be meeting some girl he was most likely going to be spending the rest of his life with. And it was not the one he wanted.

He sighed. He was doing that very often lately, along with daydreaming. He wished he could just live in his dreams, that way everything would go as he wanted, not as his family wanted. He looked behind him at his sisters giggling and talking about how Syaoran would marry a beautiful girl and they would… he couldn't follow. They talked too fast and far too much.

He wondered how Sakura looked now, after not seeing her for just over three years. She would definitely be taller, and still always cheerful. Her eyes would be the same beautiful emerald, and still have that same glow. Her hair might be longer if she didn't cut it, and be the same shining light brown. She was naturally skinny, so she might have developed curves, and long legs…

“Syaoran-kun!” His sister made him leap out of his chair.

“What?” He said impatiently.

“We're about to land. Aren't you excited?!” He sighed (again) and looked out the window as the ground became closer.

“Not really.”

“Aw, but you're meeting a beautiful girl who is probably perfect for you!”

I already know who that girl is, and it's not my fiancé.

“I don't know her at all. I don't like the idea of arranged marriage.”

“Well, you had a bride-to-be a few years back. Meilin, remember? But then you had to cut it off, although Mother liked the idea very much.” Syaoran never loved Meilin as more than friends. “Why did you break it off with her?”

Because she knew I loved Sakura more than anyone.

“You talk to much.”

“You don't smile enough!” His sister teased.

The wheels of the plane hit the ground, and they all got off. As he climbed in the limo, Syaoran felt the leash grow tighter.

 

 

“Are you all right, Miss Kinomoto?” Hirohito asked. Sakura was surprised to see him, since she hadn't heard anyone coming. The hallways echoed, so she should have heard him… “Miss Kinomoto?”

Tomoyo got up and stood next to Hirohito. I think she's fine now. A friend of hers was not very compassionate, and insulted Sakura. But he will say he's sorry.” Hirohito smiled. Sakura was still slightly crying.

“There is no need to cry, Miss Kinomoto. People say the wrong things. I've only known you for a week or so, but I know you will forgive him.” Hirohito smiled warmly and pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to Sakura. She was struck by déjà vu, and tried to remember, while taking the piece of cloth. She looked at its color and realized that how he gave it to her and how it looked was almost identical to when she and Syaoran were talking on the swings… she shook the thought off, thinking everything was reminding her of Syaoran recently.

Hirohito offered her his hand, and she grabbed it and got up. She was surprised to feel a warmth… something she had only felt when she touched Syaoran's hand. Confused and a little lost in memories, Sakura dried her tears and went to class as the bell rang.

She stared out the window for most of class. It was math anyway, she probably wouldn't understand it. She mostly thought of Hirohito, and how he was so like Syaoran. His hair was darker, and he had a scar, but he seemed to be so like him…

“Miss Kinomoto!” Sakura snapped back into reality. “I have asked you a question.” The teacher said angrily.

“Ummm… could you please repeat the question…?”

“Hmph. Please pay attention in class, Miss Kinomoto. Anyways, the answer would be…” Sakura was a bit embarrassed, but no one else was surprised. Sakura was not exactly down-to-earth.

“Don't worry, Sakura. She's only a substitute!” Kameko whispered. Sakura laughed a bit. But then, the look on her face went from friendly to surprised.

“Something wrong, Sakura?” Tomoyo asked her.

“N—no… I just, thought I… felt something…” Sakura looked out the window, and faintly felt a familiar aura seeping through the window. She couldn't remember what it was, but she knew it from somewhere. She closed her eyes and focused. Tomoyo looked concerned.

“Sakura-chan…?” Tomoyo said quietly. Sakura gasped and opened her eyes.

“Syaoran.”

 

 

The limo ride went right through town. Syaoran had no idea were they were, no one was telling him anything. He did not know what town this was; he did not know where they were driving. He did not even know what time it was. But soon, everything started to look familiar. He put his face up to the window and studied the surroundings.

“Driver?”

“Yes.”

“We're in Tomoeda, aren't we?”

“Yes, of course we are. Didn't you know that's where your fiancé lives?”

“She lives in Tomoeda?”

“Well, supposedly. But from the map I have, it looks like it's on the outskirts of town. Private property and all.”

For a few minutes, Syaoran remained silent. He was thinking about how close he might be to Sakura, and maybe he could go see her. He hoped that he would get a chance, even after the decision he had made. He couldn't stand to live without her any longer. Maybe I'll see her, if only for a second.

As they turned a corner, Syaoran was surprised to feel an aura. It caught him off guard, so he was a little surprised. He rolled down the window and concentrated, hoping to identify it. As they went farther down the road, it got stronger. Syaoran realized what it was.

“Sakura?!”

“Huh?” The driver replied.

“Can we stop?” Syaoran asked desperately.

“Uh, I suppose so, traffic was a little light, we're a bit early… but I don't know if we have time to stop, being late is very rude…”

“We need to stop.” Syaoran's voice intimidated the driver a bit.

“Twenty bucks. And make it quick.” Syaoran bolted out the door. He saw the school nearby, but it wasn't out yet. He looked at the clock, and it was out in over an hour. His hopes were crushed, and he was about to go back, when he felt the aura getting stronger. He ran towards it, into the school and across the yard. He turned a corner and stopped.

“Sakura.” He said.

“Syaoran.” She replied, her voice filled with confusion.