Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Revelations ❯ Revelations ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Yuki-hime 
Syaoran takes Sakura out, but the date doesn't end the way she would have thought it would.
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.29.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 3.4K | Status: Completed
Syaoran takes Sakura out, but the date doesn't end the way she would have thought it would.
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.29.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 3.4K | Status: Completed
Hey there! This was originally an entry into a one-hour challenge that I just decided to add here too. This is a one shot, but if enough people like it, I might continue with it. Now, if you’re looking for a story with great sex in it, look somewhere else, ‘cause you won’t find it here. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Cardcaptor Sakura. My personal deities, Clamp, do.
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Having finished the transaction with the restaurant, Syaoran took Sakura’s hand and led her out of the eatery. Still having some time until the young woman was required to return home, the far-to-early hour of 10:00 being set by the nuisance of her older brother, Syaoran decided a walk would be rather nice. And it was seeing that it was a balmy summer night, and with just a few trees still abloom, a walk through the falling petals was divine.
The young maiden’s eyes seemed to glow as she gazed at the delicate petals, wondering what it was they reminded her of. She could not place it, but she had seen that same soft shade of pink before, and not on a flower petal.
‘Well, whatever it is, it’s lovely...... ’The Mistress of the Cards thought dazedly. She continued to stare about her, occasionally drawn into a conversation by her long-term boyfriend. Kinomoto Sakura had changed ....and yet not changed in the years following her discovery of the Clow Cards. She had matured much, learning a few life lessons, and losing a bit of her naivete. But, still she had a certain innocence and purity to her that time just simply could not steal. She had gained the lithe body of a dancer, rather than the slightly bulkier form of the athlete that she was. The nimble maiden’s hair was still short, as she just could not give up her favorite hair styles, but slightly longer.
‘Which is just as well,’ She thought lazily. ‘because now Tomoyo has more hair to play around with when she’s doing my hair up for one of my costumes.’
“Oh!” Sakura exclaimed in sudden understanding, much to Syaoran’s surprise.
“What?!?” He asked, a noticable tone of worry lacing his voice.
“Ummmm.... nothing.” She replied, far to embarrassed to reveal that she had not been listening to his banter.
‘It’s Tomoyo..... I’ve seen that color on her. Their just like her lips. That’s where I’ve seen it before.....’ She thought, an abashed blush forming on her cheeks. Sakura vaguely wondered if her best friend was enjoying her trip to Paris. She had begged Sakura to join her, and oh how Sakura had wanted to go. But with her father working so hard on his current archeological dig and Touya rarely at home these days, she was needed far too much. It was a shame, Sakura had longed to go.
“Well, anyway.... that’s what happened. Weird, isn’t it?” Syaoran asked, pulling Sakura from her thoughts. Quickly recovering, the lithe brunette agreed with her boyfriend’s question. Once again a blush formed on her cheeks, embarrassed at her lack of attention.
But she really could not help it. Lately, she had stopped paying that much attention to Syaoran. She had not stopped loving him, she never could, but she suddenly did not find him that fascinating anymore. The cheerful freshman had even, though she would never admit it, lied about why she could not make some of their planned dates, unwilling to spend an entire evening with just him.
‘I’d rather spend time with Tomoyo. She always has such interesting things to talk about. I can’t wait until I get home so I can call her and ask what she’s been up to in France. She promised to take loads of pictures for me!’ Sakura thought excitedly. But she quickly chided herself on once again not paying attention to her boyfriend. She then began a battle with herself, trying to pay as much attention as possible to his conversation, missing the subtle clues he was sending to her with his body. It seemed ....accidently, that they had ended up walking to Syaoran’s home.
“Sakura ....ummmmm.... why don’t we go inside.” Syaoran stated, guiding the suddenly naive girl into his home. The warrior’s home was, as always, spotless. Sitting down in the living room, Sakura waited alone as her boyfriend made some tea. Upon arriving, the unaware young man continued to talk about this and that while his girlfriend’s thoughts wondered to the other side of the planet.
It was when the clock stroke nine that Syaoran asked if Sakura wanted to continue the conversation in his room. Having missed many of the signals that the boy had been sending Sakura, she eagerly agreed, not realizing what he had actually meant. Even when Syaoran’s hip brushed her own more often than it should have, or when his hand found itself on her knee, she did not perceive the true meaning of his actions.
‘Syaoran’s always touching me.....’ Sakura thought, bored once again by Syaoran’s suddenly poor conversational skills. ‘He’s even more boring than usual.....’ But when his hand moved a little farther up, the young brunette finally started to realize what her sudden future held.
‘Hoeee!’ She thought, using one of her well known exclamations. ‘Well, it’s not like this is totally new. We’ve talked about this before. I mean, I always knew that Syaoran would be my first.’ And with that thought in mind, Sakura gave into the young warriors advances.
He moved his hand from her leg to her hip, and its counterpart to the back of her neck as he moved closer. Slowly bringing his face to hers, Syaoran kissed her, massaging his lips across her own. Syaoran soon ran his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. She granted him such, opening her mouth so she could fully engage with him.
Sakura told anyone willing to listen that her favorite thing about Syaoran was the way he kissed. She had never been kissed by anyone but Syaoran, so she didn’t know truthfully if he was any better at it than anyone else, but Sakura seemed, as of late, to find her boyfriend most interesting when their lips were locked.
****** END OF ORIGINAL HOUR********
‘Well, he certainly is good that.....’ Sakura thought dreamily as her soon to be lover started sucking on her lower lip. She barely noticed that his hands had started moving, and that they were soon in places that only she had touched before. Soon her boyfriend decided to divest her of her clothing, removing the lovely blue dress that Tomoyo had made for her.
‘Tomoyo.....’
Suddenly the image of the dark-haired angel that was Sakura’s dearest friend came to her mind and did not leave. Visions of her pale skin and full pink lips danced across her mind as Sakura started returning Syaoran’s attention with a fervor.
‘Tomoyo.....’
Sakura’s body started heating up as she closed her eyes, imagining Tomoyo was in the room with her. All of a sudden, it was her closest friend who was running her hands over her inner thighs. It was Tomoyo’s sharp breaths on Sakura’s petals that made her moan with desire.
Long withheld fantasies of the delicate young woman with the raven hair consumed Sakura’s mind. Inescapable dark eyes captured the sorceress as the angel’s hair fluttered over her body. Oh so soft hands placed feather-light touches all across Sakura’s body, bringing her to a fevered pitch. The soft voice of her goddess, her Tomoyo, whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
But suddenly, her lilting voice changed, became deeper and far more masculine, stating that everything would be alright. It would only hurt for a little bit.
‘....Syoaran?’ She thought, suddenly recognizing the strange voice. That was when she felt it. Something entering her body, stretching her walls painfully. The image of Tomoyo vanished as reality sunk back into her. She was not with Tomoyo. She was with Syaoran, losing her virginity.
‘No..... this isn’t right. Tomoyo should be here......’ Sakura thought, but then all thought left her head as pain consumed her. She stiffened, holding onto the bed as her maidenhead was taken. Tears formed and fell from her eyes, but not because of the pain. Her lover then wiped them away, stating she would only hurt for a little while.
‘What does he know?’ Sakura thought derisively, suddenly aware of why she was no longer interested in her boyfriend. Syaoran then started moving, pushing his engorged member in and out of her core. But Sakura was no longer willing to participate. She wanted to leave. She wanted him to stop.
‘I want Tomoyo. I love Tomoyo!’ Sakura screamed over and over in her head, wishing she could be anywhere but there. But the young sorceress could not just leave. Nothing could help her. Her fantasies were gone as she tried to move with Syaoran, to enjoy herself. But.... she could not.
‘Tomoyo!’ Sakura screamed as her lover shouted her name. Syaoran then fell on top of her, exhausted. He placed light kisses upon her shoulders as he came down from his high.
‘....Tomoyo.....’
After that, Syaoran helped her dress and walked her home. He tried to keep up the conversation, so utterly cheerful that Sakura could have killed him. She managed to make it home right on time, much to Touya’s displeasure as he had been longing to pound the brat into a pulp. Sakura was quite willing to let him.
She then ran to her room and flung herself on her bed, demanding that Kero leave. As soon as she knew she was alone, that there were no guardians eavesdropping outside her room, she cried. She cried all night, unable to stop.
‘Tomoyo...... TOMOYO!’ She screamed mentally, trying to apologize. How could she have been so blind, so stupid, to just ignore everything she had felt since she was a little girl? And then to just give the most precious thing she owned to someone else.....
‘Oh Tomoyo, I’m so sorry! Is this how life is?’ She thought. ‘Is this what life is really like? To realize what we truly want, only to have it ripped from us? Is that what life is like? Is that all?”
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Kind of depressing, isn’t it? I hope it was good, though, in all it’s angsty glory. I’m such a huge fan of Sakura/Tomoyo pairings, but everyone seems to be really into Sakura and Syaoran being together. I guess I wanted Sakura to realize why she might not want to be with him. Anyway, tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Cardcaptor Sakura. My personal deities, Clamp, do.
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Revelations
“Is that all?” The young hostess asked as the young man finished paying the check. Nodding in reply, Li Syaoran let his gaze fall on his date, Kinomoto Sakura. She had finally found the time between high school, cheerleading, studying, her friends, and her cardcaptor duties to go out with him again. It had been so long since he had last taken the young sorceress out that he was starting to believe that she was not interested. But that could not be the case. They loved each other deeply, and she was with him now, was she not?Having finished the transaction with the restaurant, Syaoran took Sakura’s hand and led her out of the eatery. Still having some time until the young woman was required to return home, the far-to-early hour of 10:00 being set by the nuisance of her older brother, Syaoran decided a walk would be rather nice. And it was seeing that it was a balmy summer night, and with just a few trees still abloom, a walk through the falling petals was divine.
The young maiden’s eyes seemed to glow as she gazed at the delicate petals, wondering what it was they reminded her of. She could not place it, but she had seen that same soft shade of pink before, and not on a flower petal.
‘Well, whatever it is, it’s lovely...... ’The Mistress of the Cards thought dazedly. She continued to stare about her, occasionally drawn into a conversation by her long-term boyfriend. Kinomoto Sakura had changed ....and yet not changed in the years following her discovery of the Clow Cards. She had matured much, learning a few life lessons, and losing a bit of her naivete. But, still she had a certain innocence and purity to her that time just simply could not steal. She had gained the lithe body of a dancer, rather than the slightly bulkier form of the athlete that she was. The nimble maiden’s hair was still short, as she just could not give up her favorite hair styles, but slightly longer.
‘Which is just as well,’ She thought lazily. ‘because now Tomoyo has more hair to play around with when she’s doing my hair up for one of my costumes.’
“Oh!” Sakura exclaimed in sudden understanding, much to Syaoran’s surprise.
“What?!?” He asked, a noticable tone of worry lacing his voice.
“Ummmm.... nothing.” She replied, far to embarrassed to reveal that she had not been listening to his banter.
‘It’s Tomoyo..... I’ve seen that color on her. Their just like her lips. That’s where I’ve seen it before.....’ She thought, an abashed blush forming on her cheeks. Sakura vaguely wondered if her best friend was enjoying her trip to Paris. She had begged Sakura to join her, and oh how Sakura had wanted to go. But with her father working so hard on his current archeological dig and Touya rarely at home these days, she was needed far too much. It was a shame, Sakura had longed to go.
“Well, anyway.... that’s what happened. Weird, isn’t it?” Syaoran asked, pulling Sakura from her thoughts. Quickly recovering, the lithe brunette agreed with her boyfriend’s question. Once again a blush formed on her cheeks, embarrassed at her lack of attention.
But she really could not help it. Lately, she had stopped paying that much attention to Syaoran. She had not stopped loving him, she never could, but she suddenly did not find him that fascinating anymore. The cheerful freshman had even, though she would never admit it, lied about why she could not make some of their planned dates, unwilling to spend an entire evening with just him.
‘I’d rather spend time with Tomoyo. She always has such interesting things to talk about. I can’t wait until I get home so I can call her and ask what she’s been up to in France. She promised to take loads of pictures for me!’ Sakura thought excitedly. But she quickly chided herself on once again not paying attention to her boyfriend. She then began a battle with herself, trying to pay as much attention as possible to his conversation, missing the subtle clues he was sending to her with his body. It seemed ....accidently, that they had ended up walking to Syaoran’s home.
“Sakura ....ummmmm.... why don’t we go inside.” Syaoran stated, guiding the suddenly naive girl into his home. The warrior’s home was, as always, spotless. Sitting down in the living room, Sakura waited alone as her boyfriend made some tea. Upon arriving, the unaware young man continued to talk about this and that while his girlfriend’s thoughts wondered to the other side of the planet.
It was when the clock stroke nine that Syaoran asked if Sakura wanted to continue the conversation in his room. Having missed many of the signals that the boy had been sending Sakura, she eagerly agreed, not realizing what he had actually meant. Even when Syaoran’s hip brushed her own more often than it should have, or when his hand found itself on her knee, she did not perceive the true meaning of his actions.
‘Syaoran’s always touching me.....’ Sakura thought, bored once again by Syaoran’s suddenly poor conversational skills. ‘He’s even more boring than usual.....’ But when his hand moved a little farther up, the young brunette finally started to realize what her sudden future held.
‘Hoeee!’ She thought, using one of her well known exclamations. ‘Well, it’s not like this is totally new. We’ve talked about this before. I mean, I always knew that Syaoran would be my first.’ And with that thought in mind, Sakura gave into the young warriors advances.
He moved his hand from her leg to her hip, and its counterpart to the back of her neck as he moved closer. Slowly bringing his face to hers, Syaoran kissed her, massaging his lips across her own. Syaoran soon ran his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. She granted him such, opening her mouth so she could fully engage with him.
Sakura told anyone willing to listen that her favorite thing about Syaoran was the way he kissed. She had never been kissed by anyone but Syaoran, so she didn’t know truthfully if he was any better at it than anyone else, but Sakura seemed, as of late, to find her boyfriend most interesting when their lips were locked.
****** END OF ORIGINAL HOUR********
‘Well, he certainly is good that.....’ Sakura thought dreamily as her soon to be lover started sucking on her lower lip. She barely noticed that his hands had started moving, and that they were soon in places that only she had touched before. Soon her boyfriend decided to divest her of her clothing, removing the lovely blue dress that Tomoyo had made for her.
‘Tomoyo.....’
Suddenly the image of the dark-haired angel that was Sakura’s dearest friend came to her mind and did not leave. Visions of her pale skin and full pink lips danced across her mind as Sakura started returning Syaoran’s attention with a fervor.
‘Tomoyo.....’
Sakura’s body started heating up as she closed her eyes, imagining Tomoyo was in the room with her. All of a sudden, it was her closest friend who was running her hands over her inner thighs. It was Tomoyo’s sharp breaths on Sakura’s petals that made her moan with desire.
Long withheld fantasies of the delicate young woman with the raven hair consumed Sakura’s mind. Inescapable dark eyes captured the sorceress as the angel’s hair fluttered over her body. Oh so soft hands placed feather-light touches all across Sakura’s body, bringing her to a fevered pitch. The soft voice of her goddess, her Tomoyo, whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
But suddenly, her lilting voice changed, became deeper and far more masculine, stating that everything would be alright. It would only hurt for a little bit.
‘....Syoaran?’ She thought, suddenly recognizing the strange voice. That was when she felt it. Something entering her body, stretching her walls painfully. The image of Tomoyo vanished as reality sunk back into her. She was not with Tomoyo. She was with Syaoran, losing her virginity.
‘No..... this isn’t right. Tomoyo should be here......’ Sakura thought, but then all thought left her head as pain consumed her. She stiffened, holding onto the bed as her maidenhead was taken. Tears formed and fell from her eyes, but not because of the pain. Her lover then wiped them away, stating she would only hurt for a little while.
‘What does he know?’ Sakura thought derisively, suddenly aware of why she was no longer interested in her boyfriend. Syaoran then started moving, pushing his engorged member in and out of her core. But Sakura was no longer willing to participate. She wanted to leave. She wanted him to stop.
‘I want Tomoyo. I love Tomoyo!’ Sakura screamed over and over in her head, wishing she could be anywhere but there. But the young sorceress could not just leave. Nothing could help her. Her fantasies were gone as she tried to move with Syaoran, to enjoy herself. But.... she could not.
‘Tomoyo!’ Sakura screamed as her lover shouted her name. Syaoran then fell on top of her, exhausted. He placed light kisses upon her shoulders as he came down from his high.
‘....Tomoyo.....’
After that, Syaoran helped her dress and walked her home. He tried to keep up the conversation, so utterly cheerful that Sakura could have killed him. She managed to make it home right on time, much to Touya’s displeasure as he had been longing to pound the brat into a pulp. Sakura was quite willing to let him.
She then ran to her room and flung herself on her bed, demanding that Kero leave. As soon as she knew she was alone, that there were no guardians eavesdropping outside her room, she cried. She cried all night, unable to stop.
‘Tomoyo...... TOMOYO!’ She screamed mentally, trying to apologize. How could she have been so blind, so stupid, to just ignore everything she had felt since she was a little girl? And then to just give the most precious thing she owned to someone else.....
‘Oh Tomoyo, I’m so sorry! Is this how life is?’ She thought. ‘Is this what life is really like? To realize what we truly want, only to have it ripped from us? Is that what life is like? Is that all?”
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Kind of depressing, isn’t it? I hope it was good, though, in all it’s angsty glory. I’m such a huge fan of Sakura/Tomoyo pairings, but everyone seems to be really into Sakura and Syaoran being together. I guess I wanted Sakura to realize why she might not want to be with him. Anyway, tell me what you think.