Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura Falls ❯ Ni ( Chapter 2 )

Sakura Falls

By: Sorano

Chapter Two

Disclaimer: CCS does not belong to me. It belongs to Clamp and Kodansha. The End.

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It was the longest two hours of their lives. The two girls had nothing to do but stare at each other in silence. Sakura had never before relalized how fascinating her nails were. She looked at the cop's plain white nametag. Michizu. Michizu looked more like a kindergarten teacher than a police officer. She had curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and a nice, pleasant face.

"So," Michizu broke the silence. "Bring out your loot."

Tomoyo didn't know what she what was talking about for a minute, then saw Sakura empty her purse and pockets, and followed suit. The necklace and lipgloss looked lonely and forlorn sitting by themselves on that big table. The didn't seem the prized items that glittered only hours before.

Michizu smiled, and she looked quite pretty when she smiled, not fierce like she did before. "I've checked on your records," she said. "This is your first time in trouble, Tomoyo?" The girl nodded. "And Sakura, you aren't too bad. Though you are listed as having vandalized your school? Graffiti."

Sakura protested to this. "I wouldn't say vandalism. It was a work of art. Sensei told me to use my gifts were they could be admired."

"Indeed. Well, I don't think that's the way your school saw it. Now, you have returned the items, and have no record, so I can let you off fairly easy this time." Both girls breathed sighs of relief. "You do understand though, that shoplifting is a serious offense and we don't take it lightly here, not even from children."

"I'm not a child!" Sakura huffed.

Michizu grinned. "Wouldn't you rather be tried as a child though?"

Sakura had to agree to this. Her sixteenth birthday was in few weeks, and after that she wouldn't be getting off free anymore.

Just then the door opened and Fujitaka and one of those creepy ladies that work for Sonomi came in.

"Sakura-chan," Fujitaka said softly, and calmly. He did not yell but the look in his eyes made Sakura feel awful. She hated disapointing her father.

The creepy lady calmly looked from the cop to Tomoyo. "Daidouji-san will be coming with me," she said, handing an envelope to the cop. "Her mother hopes this money will be enough and she apologizes for any trouble miss has caused."

"Now wait a minute," Michizu interjected. "She still has to make up for-" but the creepy lady and Tomoyo were already out the door.

"Those ladies were creep me out," Sakura said. Fujitaka gave her a withering glance and Sakura slouched down into her seat.

"So…whatcha gonna do with me, um, Michizu?"

The cop smiled thinly. "I'll have to send your case to a judge and he'll decided your sentence." Sakura didn't like that word. Sentence. It made her sound like a criminal.

"I can tell you you'll probably have to pay a fee. And if you're lucky, community service."

"What's so lucky about community service? It's a waste of time if you ask me."

Michizu grinned. "I was comparing it to jail."

Sakura gulped. "Ara."

"May we leave now?"

"I think someone should talk to your daughter, Kinomoto-san. Teenagers tend to have ulterior reasons behind shoplifting. I'm sure the judge will refer her to a pyscologist or help group."

"Of course. Have them call me when the decision is made. I'm terribly sorry for the trouble my daughter has caused. Now Sakura and me have to talk. Sayonara."

Never in her life had Sakura been afraid of her father. He was always so gentle and forgiving but now she did not think it was kind words that were threatening to spill out of his tight mouth. She did not want to leave the small room for fear of him. He held the door open for her and they walked in silence to the car which was unfortunately parked at the far end of the lot.

Fujitaka started up the engine but did not drive away. He sat there staring straight ahead in silence.

Sakura braced herself, knowing what was coming.

"Sakura-chan…" Sakura wanted so see smoke coming out of her father's ear, see him turn red or something but there was nothing. The whole time she just wanted to cry. She wanted to tell her father she was still his girl, still a good girl. She could only imagine what she looked like in his eyes now.

"I don't know what I did wrong, Sakura-chan. I thought you… Sakura-chan, why? Why did you have to do something so stupid? I always thought- Iie, I know you are smarter than that. "

Sakura winced and avoided his gaze in the front mirror. "'touchan…"

" You know I hate to do this, but I have no choice. You're grounded. No phone, no parties, you come straight home from school. You can't go anywhere, you hear me? Obviously you aren't responsible enough to go anywhere. And you'll be paying me back for the money. And…and I want you to apologize to the store in person."

Fujitaka stopped for a moment, trying to think of something that would really shake some sense into her. Get her to listen. "And," he added quietly. "You may not go on your class trip to America."

Sakura was outraged. "Otousan! That's not fair! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! You can't do this to me!"

"You did it to yourself, Sakura. Nobody forced you to steal."

"I hate you!" Sakura shouted, absolutely miserable. On the verge of tears her emotion warped themselves into something awful. "Fuck you, asshole!"

Fujitaka turned around slowly, white with rage and eyes wide with disbelief. "What did you say?"

"You heard me!" Sakura shouted, furious, yet salty tears were running down burning cheeks.

Fujitaka started driving, going a little faster than he should. "Watch your language, Sakura. I will not have you speak to your father that way."

Sakura just glared out the window and they drove home in silence.

When they drove into the garage, Sakura jumped out and ran up to her room. She threw herself upon her bed and angrily wiped the wet away.

"Sakura-chan?" A small voice asked from beside the TV.

"Nani?" she muttered.

"Daijoubu?"

The small yellow guardian flew up and sat beside her.

"No. I just did something horrible, Kero-chan. I am in so much trouble. Do you think I'm a bad girl, Kero-chan?"

"What makes you ask that?"

"Otousan said I can't go on the trip to America. I told him I hated him. I shouldn't have said that. I don't hate Otousan." She gave the pillow a hard punch.

"What did you do, Sakura-chan?"

"Nothing much."

"Yup."

"I don't feel like talking right now." Sakura said and turned away from her little friend.

Kero was confused for a minute. "You must have done something really bad."

She looked at the clock. Two p.m. A long time left to go until she could at least go to school and talkwith her friends. She was longing to find out what happened to Tomoyo and see if she was feeling as bad as she was. Sakura was feeling a little guilty for getting her friend into the mess and making her do bad things.

Kero watched Sakura stretch out on her bed and curl herself into a tight ball before she closed her eyes. One thought ran through his mind- What had happened to his cute little card captor?

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