Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura Falls ❯ Shi ( Chapter 4 )

Sakura Falls

By: Sorano

Chapter Four

Disclaimer: CCS does not belong to me. It belongs to Clamp and Kodansha. Nobody sue. Please.

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Sakura twirled and loop-de-looped through the twinkling night sky, enjoying the freedom flying brought her. Up in the sky she could find a peaceful quiet and beauty that was missing from ordinary life. It had been much too long since she had been flying- four whole years with her feet firmly on the ground. There were moments when she wished she could be still capturing cards and going off on all sorts of adventures. In comparison, life was incredibly dull now.

Her eyes wandered lazily over the view below her, searching for a spot to land. Being Friday night it would figure everybody was at the theater. There was no way she could get done without being seen.

Syaoran was waiting for her outside and happened to see her circling the sky, his keen eyes easily picking her out of the dark clouds. Sakura, he groaned. Now you've done it. It figured she'd fly. If she didn't get down soon they'd miss the movie.

Sakura had a sudden burst of inspiration and flew over the cinema. I can land on the roof! And she did just that. The building wasn't too far off the ground; she could just jump down from there. She was used to people giving her odd looks.

When she jumped she twisted her ankle, but it didn't hurt too much. "Daijoubu?" Syaoran asked, as he jogged over to where she fell.

"E, E, daijoubu," she muttered, pushing herself up in a great leap. She certainly appeared fine and with no less grace than a queen.

"Flying Sakura-chan? What if someone saw you?"

Sakura bit her lip. "I didn't think. But you know, it doesn't really matter all that much."

The two walked inside quickly because the movie was starting in a couple minutes and Sakura had firm belief that a movie was jinxed if they missed the previews. "Mmmm," Sakura savored the taste of popcorn in the air. "Don't you just love the smell of cinemas, Syaoran-kun?"

Syaoran nodded. "I guess so."

They went up to buy their food at the over-priced concession stand.. Syaoran got a Coke and medium popcorn with tons of butter. After all, what's popcorn without butter? Its just dry corn. All Sakura got was a diet Pepsi.

"That's it, Sakura-chan?" Syaoran asked as he dug into his jeans for his wallet.

"Hai."

"But you just said you wanted popcorn."

"Yeah, but do you know how many calories are in that stuff? Over a thousand. Think about it. Do you want a fat girlfriend?"

She smiled at him. "I have to lose a ton of weight if I want to make the cheerleading squad next year."

Syaoran didn't return the smile. His beautiful amber eyes were dead serious as he replied, " I think you look great, Sakura-chan."

Sakura kissed him on the cheek. "You're so sweet. Let's go in. The movie's about to start."

Syaoran let Sakura pull him into the cinema. He was worried about her. Girls… But now she seemed her old, cheerful self. Nothing to worry about. He decided to forget about it. Sakura could take care of herself.

Sakura led him to the back of the theater, top row middle aisle. He'd wanted to see this movie for a long time, but obviously Sakura had other things in mind.

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After the movie, Sakura decided to take the bus home with Syaoran. She didn't feel like flying home all by herself at night. "Wasn't that a wonderful movie, Syaoran-kun? So romantic…" Sakura asked him starry eyed while they waited for the bus.

Syaoran turned slightly pink. "Medetashi."

Sakura giggled. He's ten times cuter when he's embarrassed. Kawaii!

"Sakura-chan?" Sakura turned around slightly and peered into the darkness. A figure stepped out of the shadows and Sakura recognized the speaker vaguely from her ninth grade math class. Sakura thought she might know the girl a little better if she had actually shown up for math more than twice a month.

"Hi. You're…um, gomen, what was your name again?" Sakura fumbled for a name for the girl.

"Miyuki Nakano." The girl smiled at her and winked at Syaoran in greeting. "The buses are always so fucking slow, ne?" she complained, pulling out a cigarette. "I'm late. Seiji is going to kill me." She offered a cigarette to Sakura and Syaoran. Sakura gratefully accepted, but Syaoran politely declined. Miyuko gave him a weird look, but didn't say anything.

The three stood in silence for a few minutes before Miyuko spoke again. "You know, Sakura-chan, I heard about what you did yesterday." Sakura looked up in surprise. "Pretty cool. Pathetic to get caught though." She took a long drag of her cigarette and grinned at Sakura evilly. "I could give you some pointers."

This came as a surprise. Her group had never been friend's with Miyuko's. Both were fairly popular but Sakura's clique was thought of to be 'golden-goodies' and Miyuko was kind of a junkie, always in trouble with the police and she rarely came to school. And she was a cheerleader. Miyuko had been sure to rub it in when Sakura was rejected from the squad. Sakura had always considered her a snob.

Sakura was never one to hold and a grudge though and she smiled cheerfully. She wouldn't turn down an opppertunity to make new friends. "Sure. This Saturday?"

Miyuko flipped her long blond hair over her shoulder and smirked. "I'm busy on Saturday. I'll call you, k?"

Sakura nodded eagerly. Just wait until she told Chiharu that she would be hanging out with the queen of the school, Miyuki Nakano. Miyuki was popular, rich and beautiful. She was also a senior. All the girls had wanted to be just like her. She was sort of an idol.

When the bus screeched by their corner Miyuko got on with them. Syaoran was steaming inside. He wanted to spend the night alone with Sakura. Where's Miyuko's groupies when you need them? They sat on the back of the bus on the tall leathery seats. Tiny little Sakura had to have Syaoran boost her up, which made Miyuko giggle. There was something rather disturbing in how she found the two of them so amusing.

"Hey!" The fat driver yelled back at them. "Can't you kids read? It says 'no smoking'. Put those out or get off the bus!" The two girls reluctantly complied, muttering about old squares. Syaoran, personally, was glad they'd stopped. He didn't think his lungs could take much more. How could they possibly stand it?

Now that they were on the bus, Miyuko brought up the topic she'd originally started talking to Sakura for. "Hey, Sakura-chan…I'm having a huge party next Friday. Seeing as you've become more socially acceptable," Sakura flinched at this. Hadn't she always been popular? "We want you to come. Hanako-san, the squad captain, is looking for a new member since Amina-chan moved." She went on to mutter something inaudiable under her breath about traitoring whores.

"Shinji nai! Me? Ara, are you lying to me, Miyuki-chan?"

"Now Sakura-chan, would I do that? Hanako-san thinks rejecting you might have been a big mistake and you'd be perfect. After all, Sakura, you're one of us." Giving Syaoran an annoyed look, she leaned closer and whispered in Sakura's ear, "Satoshi really wants you to come. He thinks you're cute."

"Really?!"

The two girls talked and giggled for a five more minutes, though it seemed like hours to Syaoran. Miyuko abrubtly turned cold and yanked on the rubber cord that hung above her head. "This is my stop. I…I'm late."

Syaoran was happy to see her go. But how could she know where they were? She hadn't looked out the window once and she'd been too busy talking to Sakura to count the stops.

"Isn't Miyuko so cool?" Sakura gushed, her eyes bright.

"Hai, cool…" he frowned and the smile vanished from Sakura's face.

"Ara, gomen nasai, Syaoran-kun! I didn't mean to ignore you!" She reached over to hug him and buried her face into his warm sweater. Syaoran found he couldn't stay mad at her for long and melted into her bewitched embrace. He found himself making excuses for her and they spent two more hours riding the bus around the city as they chatted about everything from the colour of their Chem. Class to Chinese politics.