Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura Falls ❯ Ichi ( Chapter 1 )

Sakura Falls

By: Sorano

Chapter One

Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura does not belong to me. It belongs to Clamp and Kodansha and all that. Nobody sue me because I'm not making any money off of this fic.

Author's Note: This story will be darker than Card Captor Sakura usually is, so the characters might go OOC every now and then, but I'll try my best to keep them in character.

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"Sakura-chan! It's time to get up!"

Sakura pushed the pillow over her head and scrunched her eyes shut, trying to block out the morning but the sun glared harshly and refused to let up.

"Sakura-chan!"

"I'm up!" she mumbled. She heard the door to her room open.

"Sakura-chan, you'll be late for school again and I don't have time to drive you this morning.."

"Otousan, I'm up." Her dad left and she poked her head out from under the pillow. When did the sun become so rude? It hurts my eyes.

Sakura slowly sat up and rubbed the sleepy grit out of her eyes. A sleeping figure next to her woke up and yawned.

"Mornin' Sakura-chan. Isn't it a lovely day?"

"Hey, Kero-chan. Ara, only you could say that about a Monday morning." Sakura mumbled and yawned.

Kero looked at the clock. "Don't you think you'd better hurry? You'll be late."

"Ano, maybe I won't go to school today."

Kero looked at her oddly. "I thought you liked school, Sakura-chan."

Sakura shrugged. "Sure, but it…Ara, it doesn't hurt to take little vacations every now and then. It keeps the mind fresh."

She stretched and pulled open her closet. Casting a longing eye upon rows of hot outfits she tore down her high school uniform and quickly dressed. She carefully rolled her skirt under her shirt to make it shorter before pulling up her long hair into a high ponytail upon her head. She had grown out her old style many years ago and now ropes of auburn swished down her back. The kids at school told her it made her look so much sexier and less like a little kid. All except for Syaoran. Syaoran was so odd lately.

"Ja Kero-chan! Have a nice day!" she called as she ran out of the room. "Sayonara, Sakura-chan …" Kero said slowly. Sakura had been acting strange lately. He shrugged it off as the fact she was fifteen, and went to flick on the Video Game console.

Sakura rushed by the kitchen, grabbed a bagel, and ran out the back door.

"Sakura-chan! Come back here!"

Sakura trudged back inside, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"Otousan? Nani?"

"That's all your having? A bagel? Sit down and eat."

"Ara, I can't Otousan. I am going to be late and sensei locks late students outside. And if I have to get a late slip I will get a detention."

Fujitaka wanted to insist, but he felt it was no use." Have a nice day, Sakura-chan." "

Sakura stood silent for a moment, searching her father's face. He looked so sad and so old. What had she done. "'touchan?"

"What is it, Sakura-chan?"

"Gomen nasai. Ittekimasu."

"Itterashai."

* * *

"Ohayo Tomoyo-chan!" Sakura skipped up to her raven-haired friend. Roller blades gathering dust in the garage, Sakura now walked to school like a normal person. She found roller blading took energy she just didn't have anymore.

"Ohayo gozaimasu. Did you have a nice weekend?"

"Hai! Guess who I met at the mall?"

Tomoyo smiled. "Ano, it must be Akira because he is the only name you utter as of late?"

Sakura blushed and giggled. "Yep! And guess what? He asked me out!"

Tomoyo's smile broadened. She loved to see Sakura so happy. "That's great, Sakura-chan. I told you he would. Demo, what about Li-kun?"

Sakura bit her lip and stared at the ground. "Ano, you know how it is. I'm not his toy or anything. If he won't go out with me then I am free for other people."

"But I though you lo…" Tomoyo was cut off in mid sentence.

"What's great?" A deep voice asked.

The two girls turned around to see Syaoran, hands in his pockets, threading his way through the mob to get to them.

"Ohayo, Li-kun. Amoyo-san asked Sakura-chan out."

Syaoran flinched as if he had been slapped. "Ara, that's all. I thought it was something important."

Sakura bristled. "Akira-kun is important! But you wouldn't know because you have been depended on me your whole life!" She regretted the words as soon as they were out of her mouth, but the venom still flowed through her and she ignored the boy's hurt expression.

"Demo, I-"

Sakura snickered. "Ara, I forgot about Mei-ling-chan. Does that count?" she asked Tomoyo.

Tomoyo shook her head. "I don't think so. Sakura-chan, maybe we should go in now. We can't be late."

Syaoran's powerful amber eyes bored right into the two girls, giving them a reproable look and then he stomped away. When Syaoran had first returned from China Sakura had been her usual cheerful self. It hadn't notice her change over the past years but it seemed suddenly she was a whole new person. She seemed to have forgotten that she was supposed to be his girlfriend. What happened to her? She used to be so nice and cheerful and happy. The confused boy continued on his way to school, trying to clear his mind of his friend.

Once the boy was out of sight, Sakura slunk to the ground wearily. "It's funny how verbal battles can take so much out of you, ne? Ara, I really don't feel like school today. I wouldn't be able to concentrate. We might as well take advantage of that sale in the mall."

Tomoyo twisted a long lock of ebony hair around her long index finger, one of her nervous habits. She hated when Sakura got like this. Tomoyo loved Sakura and would follow her to the ends of the earth, but she didn't want to encourage her to do what was wrong. She was supposed to be the mature one, the adult. She had to take care of Sakura, but wouldn't a day off be fun?

Sakura tapped her feet impatiently. "We don't have a lot of time. Now lets go before someone sees us!" She grabbed Tomoyo's hand within her own and yanked her off the main sidewalk.

* * *

"Tomoyo-chan! You just have to see this dress! Its incrediable!" Sakura held out a silky low-cut blue dress in front of her body, admiring her reflection on the changeroom mirror. "What do you think? This is the sort of clothing you should learn to make, Tomoyo-chan."

Tomoyo shook her head. "It's a pretty dress Sakura, but blue isn't really your color. I think you should get pink or green."

"Nani? Masaka! Pink is for children. I want a colour that makes me feel more grown-up."

"Sakura-chan…"Tomoyo said, thoughtfully. "Why are you trying so hard to be different?"

"Hmmm? I have no idea what you mean, Tomoyo-chan."

"Hai, you do. You're the complete opposite from when you were younger. Its almost like you are doing it on purpose."

Sakura glared at her. "No shit. I grew up. I must have left you behind in the fifth grade."

Tomoyo looked hurt. "Sakura-chan…I was just trying to be a good friend."

"Ara, Tomoyo-chan! Gomen nasai! I don't know why I was being so mean!" Sakura gingerly wrapped her arms around Tomoyo as gave a gentle squeze, as if she was afraid she might break her.

"Ara, Tomoyo-chan. This dress would be perfect for you. It will go so well with your slim figure."

Tomoyo pulled the dress off the rack and examined it closely, running her fingers over the soft material. It was a cream colored dress that went down to her ankles. It was simple, but beautiful.

" Sakura looked at the price tag. "Um, Tomoyo-chan? It's really expensive. Are you sure you can afford it?"

Tomoyo laughed. "Sakura-chan! I can afford five of these dresses! Okaasan gave me her credit card so I can spend as much as I want."

Sakura looked at the dress wistfully. "I which I was as rich as you, Tomoyo-chan."

"You are already ten times richer than I am," her friend objected. "You have everything you need and more. A person's gold is counted by those that love them."

* * *

The two teens went into Claires to look for accessories after Sakura has purchased a new mini dress.

"I bet your hair would like great in this, Sakura-chan." Tomoyo showed a big yellow ribbon to her friend.

Sakura wrinkled her nose in great exatgerration, causing her friend to laugh. "Ughh, that tacky thing? I outgrew 'cute', remember?"

Tomoyo sighed and went back to rummaging through the many shelves of ribbons and hairbands.

"Ano, look at this," Sakura pointed out a small bottle of lipgloss.

"Hai? You have lots of lipgloss, Sakura-chan. What's so special about that one?"

"It's mood lipgloss. It changes colors with your emotions."

Tomoyo sighed, unable to accept her friend's naievity. "Iie, it dosen't, Sakura-chan. The chemicals in it react to temperature. Its just another phony scam to rob people like you of their money."

"I don't care," Sakura said. "I like it and I want it." She picked up the bottle nonchantly and with a nervous glance around the room she slipped it into her purse.

"Sakura-chan!" Her friend hissed. "What are you doing?"

Sakura smiled at her. "Shopping. What's it look like?"

"Shoplifting. That's what it looks like, Sakura-chan. I can't believe you. Its only 100 Yen. If you want it then lets go pay, okay?"

"One little cosmetic isn't going to hurt a big store like this. Its no big deal. I promise. But we had better go now." Sakura's bright green eyes darted about the room nervously and she didn't look as confident as she sounded.

The two girls walked at a casual pace down the asiles and Tomoyo found her hand reaching out to a beautiful shimmering necklace. The gems were flashing in her eyes and just screaming, take me! So Tomoyo, with a cheerful nod from her friend, wormed her hand deep into her pocket, concealing the prized treasure.

When they left and were walking down the hallway. Tomoyo let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. She was so relieved that hadn't been caught. But nobody had even give them a second glance as they'd left. Every hair on her body stood on end as she waited for some wailing tattletale alarm to go off. But none came. She had to agree with Sakura. The rush you got from getting away with it made it all worth it.

"There, Tomoyo-chan! Wasn't that fun?" Sakura said.

Tomoyo shrugged and sped up her pace, wanting to get as far away from the store as possible. She had never felt so odd before in her life. What was this feeling? The same one as when she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Undescriable, unwanted guilt. " I guess. I can't believe I'm stealing though. I can't believe my Sakura-chan is stealing."

Sakura quickened her pace to match Tomoyo's. "So…where to next?"

"Are you hungry? I could really go for an ice cream after all that."

"Ano, Baskin Robbins is right down here."

"That's far enough girls."

The two girls looked at each other in horror. Slowly they turned around to see a seacurity officer glaring at them.

"Ohayo," Sakura said meekly. "What's up?"

"Would you like to come with me and find out 'what's up'?

"Run!" Sakura hissed into her friend's ear.

"Hey! Come back here!"

"He'll never be able to catch us," Sakura said.

"That guy has made one to many trips to Dunkin' Donuts." They giggled and continued to zip through the crowds. People stared at them oddly as they shoved past them.

The cop took out his walkie talkie and spoke into it. "Shoplifters. Two teenage girls. One long black hair, the other long brown hair. Running at breakneck sped. Heading towards Walmart." The cop grinned. "We'll get them. Just block all the exits."

Sakura and Tomoyo eventually got cramps and had to stop. "Where do we go, Sakura-chan? They'll be looking for us. We have to leave."

They decided to speed walk, instead of run, so they'd look less supcious. They peered around a cornor at the exit. "I don't see any cops," Tomoyo said. "It seems safe."

"Right." They increased their speed and took off towards the exit, ignoring the looks other patrons gave them.

Almost, almost… They were about to go through the doors to safety. And then two strong pairs of arms grabbed them and pushed them against the wall. "Gotcha!" The two terrified teens looked to see another cop. This time it was a woman, and she was in a lot better shape than the first one.

'Now you two come with me," she said. Tomoyo and Sakura realised it was futile to try and escape the law. So they followed the officer down the hall to a room they'd never seen before. Securiety. It was a small room, with only one video camera, a phone, computer, and a desk which was cluttered with papers.

"Sit down," she said and motioned to some chairs.

Tomoyo and Sakura eyed the cop nervously. "What are you going to do?" Tomoyo asked, yanking hard on her hair.

The cop sighed. "First I'm going to call your parents, then we'll all have a little talk. Unless you feel like pleading innocent in which case we'll be hear all afternoon."

Sakura and Tomoyo looked at each other, then slowly shook their heads no.

"Alright then. What's your name and number miss?" she asked Sakura.

"Sakura Kinomoto" Sakura replied. "737-1111." When the officer turned her back to write down the number, Sakura stuck out her tounge. Tomoyo rolled her eyes at her friend's childishness.

"And you?" The cop asked Tomoyo.

"Tomoyo Daidouji. 459-4686."

"Arigato. Now you two girls sit tight while I call your parents."