Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ School Play ❯ The Realization ( Chapter 4 )

The School Play

By: Ketchum

Chapter four: The Realizatoin

Sakura felt warm, Syaoran's arm was around her. She opened her eyes and looked at the clock. It was 2:30 pm. She was having trouble remembering what happened. Why was he there? Did they go to school? She started to stir.

"Sakura?" he asked, obviously he was awake.

"Syaoran, what's going on?"

"You mean you don't remember?" he asked her.

"Remember what?"

He sighed, sitting up. Sakura sat up as well, but her eyes began to black out and she felt dizzy. She lay back down and sighed. He decided it was best not to tell her, it would just upset her again. He got up and walked to the window. A large dark cloud had formed over the sky. Something was wrong, something was seriously wrong.

"Sakura, you want some tea?" he asked. He needed an excuse to go talk to Touya.

"Sure, I can get it," she said, starting to stand up.

"No, lay down, you're sick, I'll be right back," he ordered, helping her lie back down.

"Thanks Syaoran," she whispered.

Syaoran hurried down the stairs as fast as possible. Sitting at the kitchen table was a worried Touya. "Hey," Syaoran said, sitting in the seat across from him.

"What's the news?"

"She's up, and she doesn't remember a thing," he said sadly.

"Jeez, what do we do?"

"I don't know, but," Syaoran stood up and walked over to the window, "have you gotten a look at this?" he asked, pulling open the curtains.

"Yea, close it, I can't stand to look at it," he said, resting his forehead in his hand. Outside, the dark clouds were moving quickly overhead.

Just then Sakura came down the stairs.

"Sakura! I told you to stay upstairs!"

"I'm not sick Syaoran, I did have the weirdest dream though," Touya and Syaoran gave each other an odd look. She sat down in a chair between the two of them. "But it was just a dream so it doesn't really matter." She looked outside. "Wow, looks like a storm is coming," she said, "You probably should stay here the night Syaoran," she replied.

"Yea," Touya nodded, something was wrong, and as the weather continued to worsen, so did Touya's nerves. He may not have shown it, but he did care for Syaoran. Syaoran would give his life for Sakura, and Touya respected him for that. Syaoran was also a good tool to find out what was wrong with Sakura.

"Okay, well I'm kind of in the mood to do some reading, so I'll be in the living room if either of you two need me," Sakura said, walking off.

"I think you should talk to her," Touya said, looking to Syaoran. Syaoran nodded and followed Sakura into the other room.

"Sakura?" he said sitting next to her.

"Yea?"

"Can you tell me about you're dream?"

"Naw, it was just a stupid dream," she said, standing up. She wanted to go back upstairs and read in peace and quiet.

"Sakura, it wasn't a dream," he said, grabbing her wrist. She turned to him with a weird look in her eyes.

"Yes it was Syaoran," she said, pulling away and hurrying up the stairs. Touya had been watching from the door way.

"She's in denial," Touya muttered.

"But why?" he asked.

"Think about it Syaoran," he said returning to his kitchen duties. Syaoran hung his head. Why did everything always have to happen to them?

Meanwhile Sakura threw herself on her bed and cried. They had to do something. The cards were gone, but what could they possibly do? She had no guardians, she was weak, and she had no magic at all. She was completely mortal, it didn't feel good at all. Now she understood how her brother must have felt when he gave his power to Yukito.

Elsewhere, Matt searched through his dresser drawers. He had awoken that morning in his bed. His new guardians had brought him home last night. He slept all day, the new power he had been filled with had taken all of the energy out of him. He continued his search for a pair of gloves. He needed a "conference" with his dad over some very important matters.

"Sakura!" Touya shouted up the stairs.

"What?!" she yelled back.

"Are you coming to play practice?" he asked her.

"Not today!" she shouted back, trying to hide the hoarseness in her voice. Touya sighed; she probably shouldn't go if she wasn't in school anyway.

Just then Sakura heard a knock at her door. "Come in," she said. Syaoran walked in and saw her lying face down on her bed. He sat on the floor next to her.

"Sakura, we need to talk,"

"I don't want to," she cried into her pillow. He ran his fingers through her hair.

"Sakura, it's alright to be upset," he whispered, "but we have to fix what happened, and we can't do that if you're not willing to accept what has happened. She turned her head to him.

"Nothing happened Syaoran,"

"Sakura, please," he said putting his hand on hers. She pulled her hand away.

"Stop it Syaoran, nothing happened!" she coughed and closed her eyes. "I'm tired, now go away,"

"Sakura, this is not like you,"

"Leave me alone Syaoran,"

Syaoran refused to argue. He left without another word and went downstairs to think of a plan. On his way downstairs he heard a huge bang from Sakura's room. Sakura had thrown her pillow across the room. She pulled herself out of bed and ran over to her desk. She pulled out the drawer in which the Sakura Card Book was contained. She grabbed the book and put it on the desk before her. The book looked different. Where there was usually a sun that represented Kero, there was nothing, and where there was a moon that represented Yue, there was nothing. Sakura opened the book, and just as she suspected, there was nothing in it. She threw the book across the room and collapsed to the ground in tears.

"Dad," Matt said as he walked into his father's home office.

"Yes son?" the older man asked. He was husky and balding. He looked like a sweet old man. Who would know he was the principal of a high school?

"I have a question for you," he said sitting down in a chair across from his father's desk.

"Shoot,"

"Well, you know how I work on the school play?" he asked, in his most innocent voice possible.

"Yea, how is that going anyway?"

"It's fine, it's just, I wish I had a bigger part,"

"You mean you want the lead? Now Matt, I don't think,"

"No Dad," he interrupted, "I want to direct,"

"Really, what about that new Kinomoto guy?"

"He's okay, but I'm way more experienced then he is in the field, and I really think that I should be the director," he said, feeling the anger boil inside of him. He HAD to fire Kinomoto if his plan were to work.

"Well Matt, he HAS just been hired, I'm sure it would be just as easy to fire him,"

"Really,"

"But I'm still going to have to pay him his salary,"

"You don't have to pay me at all Dad, just the thrill of Directing will be satisfying in itself," he said.

"Well you've got me there son, you're hired!" he said happily. If there was one thing Mr. Jackson didn't have, it was common sense . . .

"Okay guys! That's a wrap!" Touya shouted. The play was starting to come together. A quite large man stood watching the end of practice.

"See Dad? He's so unprofessional," Matt whispered to his father.

"I guess so, doesn't matter anyway, he's canned," the man bellowed. Touya turned to the voice.

"Can I help you?" he asked the shadowed figures.

"Yes Mr. Kinomoto, I think we need to talk," he said, stepping into the light.

Sakura walked down the steps to see a distraught looking Syaoran on the couch. He was sitting in complete silence and looking very worried. "Syaoran?" she asked, resting her arms on the back of the couch. He turned to her.

"Yea?" he asked, worried that she might blow up at him any second.

"I'm sorry," she said with tears in her eyes. He sat up.

"Sakura, don't cry," he pleaded.

She sat down next to him on the couch. "I was thinking. Could you use the lasin board?" she said through her tears.

Syaoran looked at her sadly, "I tried Sakura," he put his arms around her as she cried into his shirt. "Shhh . . . it's going to be okay, we're going to figure it out,"

"I-I-It's ma-ma-my fault," she said, her breaths were becoming short and jumpy.

"No it's not,"

She looked out the window past him. The rain was coming down hard now, the sky was so dark it looked like night time.

"If I had never freed the cards, none of this would have ever happened," she whispered.

"Sakura, please," they remained silent, except for the sounds of Sakura's sobs, for a long while after that. Both of them were trying to conjure up an idea of what to do next, but with no avail.

Suddenly the front door flew open and in stormed an angry Touya. He slammed the door behind him as hard as he could.

Sakura and Syaoran stood up, as Touya entered the living room. "What's wrong?" Sakura asked.

"Your damn principal fired me," he shouted.

"Wait why?" Sakura asked, she had to admit that although she didn't like the fact that her brother was the director, he did do a good job.

"Your stupid little stage hand Jackson, little asshole,"

"Oniichan, watch your mouth," Sakura interrupted.

"He is an asshole Sakura, remember?" Syaoran pointed out.

"Oh God Syaoran, he's the director! NO!" she said with sincere worry in her face. "As if I didn't have enough problems already! I'm quitting the play!" she shouted.

"No, you're not Sakura," Syaoran said, "Something is fishy about this,"

"Yea, that little son of a -"

"ONIICHAN!" Sakura stopped him.

"He looked different from the last time I saw him,"

"How so?" Syaoran asked.

"He was darker, he wore these black gloves, I don't know, something is up with him,"

"He's such a jerk!" Sakura shouted as she threw herself back on the couch.

Syaoran looked deep in thought, suddenly he snapped out of it and spoke. "I'm going to school, be back in a few minutes," Syaoran said walking to the door.

"Wait, I'm coming with you," Touya stopped him.

"Me too!" Sakura shouted.

"Oh no you don't," Syaoran stopped her, "You're going to stay here at home and relax, lie down, watch tv, drink that tea I made you earlier, just heat it up,"

"Syaoran," she whined. He put a hand to her cheek.

"Honey, please," he said, planting a small kiss on her lips.

"Alright, don't you two be too long, okay?" she pleaded as she laid down on the couch.

"Promise," he smiled.

"Bye Monster," Touya added in before leaving, ruffling the hair on the top of her head.

"I'm not a monster!" Sakura said, almost cheerfully.

Syaoran and Touya hopped in Touya's car. He quickly backed out of the driveway and pulled onto the street. He turned the windshield wipers up higher and sped off towards the school.

"I didn't want to say anything when Sakura was there, but there's something else,"

"What?" Syaoran asked.

"He had a mark, on his arm, it looked like the star from the clow book, I think he was trying to hide it with the gloves but was unsuccessful,"

"Shit," Syaoran said angrily, "I've always hated this guy,"

"Seems as though Sakura hates him too,"

"Yea," Syaoran said uncomfortably, turning his gaze to the window.

"But why would she want to quit the play?" Touya asked. Syaoran ignored his question.

"Syaoran, did something happen?" Syaoran turned his gaze to Touya.

"You have to promise not to tell Sakura I told you this," Syaoran said uneasily.

Little did they know but someone was watching them through a crystal ball from a secluded room in the school building.

"Cards! One of you! Run them off the road!"

Suddenly Touya lost control of the car, he tried to turn the wheel to the right but it went to the left. "What are you doing!?" Syaoran shouted as the car veered off the road.

"I can't help it!" Touya screamed as the car drove into a ditch and smashed into a tree.

Meanwhile Sakura watched the television set. It had been a while since she had just relaxed like this. She hoped that Syaoran and Touya weren't making something out of nothing. Then again, Syaoran had always hated Matt. Her thoughts slowly became obscure as she drifted off into a deep sleep.

I know! I left you hanging! Sorry! I have to go to bed! It's 12:30 am! I'll write as soon as possible! I actually have an idea of where to go with this now!! Yay!!!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!! IF YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS!!! PLEASE LEAVE THEM TOO!!! THANKS!

~Ketch