Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Since I First . . . ❯ Compassion ( Chapter 1 )

[ First chapter! And yes, it will be much longer than the one before.. Haha. :D I hope you like this one, you get to know more of Kyokkou's thoughts this time. Yay? Isn't that so happy? . . . Well, enjoy your read. -TomOuya ]

Long locks of dark ginger spilled over her shoulders as she hurriedly slipped on her black buckle shoes. Her breathing came quickly as she hopped on one foot, tugging to get her heel in the shoe. Her hat fell off when she hopped the last time, successfully putting the shoe completely on. She groaned, picking up the hat and jamming it into her slightly ajar backpack that was by the door.

Swinging her backpack over her shoulder after buckling it shut, she made her way towards the door, opening it, turning back to the inside of the house, making sure things were neat and organized. She turned back towards the door, taking two steps out the door, before yelling over her shoulder.

“I'm off to school! Wish me luck,” she waved her hand, the door shutting behind her as she murmured, “I'll need it . . .”

 

Upon entering the school building, she frowned at all the looks that were unfriendly, and directed to her. She continued minding her own business, not talking to anyone as she walked to her cubby, taking off her shoes and placing them in the cubby, along with her hat that was stuffed her backpack.

When she stood up straight, she held her hands out, her books from her backpack appearing in her grasp. Her amethyst eyes quickly darted around to see if anyone saw what she did. She couldn't help it, being able to do this. She'd been so used to doing things this way, when she came to school; other eight year olds would call her names, seeing that she had her telekinetic powers. Most of the teachers were afraid of her, and she had to be in certain classes, based on if the teachers liked her or not. Which, that wasn't the case of grades, for she was an A honor roll student and had been ever since joining school.

She placed the books on the bench behind her, putting her backpack in the cubby. When she turned around her book and note books had been scattered on the ground. She sighed as she knelt down, picking up her scattered items. She couldn't help but notice the girls giggling at her, and she was unable to stop the tears from forming in her unnaturally colored eyes.

Why do they do this to me? She thought, feeling completely pathetic and useless. She held her supplies close to her chest, walking quickly and quietly to her class. One day, she'd show them. She would show them that she was a kind and compassionate person behind her odd looks.

 

Her black buckle shoes silently pattered on the cement on her way home. Her head was held low, another day of school bringing her down in the dumps.

Tears entered her view as she slowed her pace to a top. As she stood there, shoulders slumped over, head bowed low, she began to sob softly. Her tears didn't roll down her cheek since the angle of her face; just fell straight to the asphalt beneath her.

She normally cried on her way home from school, and learned how to keep the tears off her cheeks, because her father would question the tear streaks.

Her sobs quickly stopped as she felt warm hands placed on her shoulders. She gasped from surprise, feeling someone's hair on her shoulder.

The hands straightened her back and shoulders up, the hand then lifting her chin up.

“Don't let them see you suffer,” the male voice was quiet, but familiar. It was her father. “Chin up, Kyokkou.”

She turned around, brushing away the honey-orange hair that fell in her eye sight. She bowed respectfully. “I'm sorry, Father.” She sniffled, wiping her nose with her sleeve.

“I will see you at home,” he spoke, glancing around before he vanished.

“Kyokkou, wait!”

Kyokkou glanced around, turning on her heel; her shoulder-blade length hair bounced over her shoulders. She watched a boy from her class run up to her.

He held out a red math book, though his face was slumped over and his shoulders heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

“You . . .” He said, taking one more deep breath before letting his pale blue eyes wander up to meet hers. “You dropped this on your way out of the classroom.”

Kyokkou stared at the boy in front of her, utterly shocked at his kindness. It was the only boy that had talked to her in two years, besides her father. She parted her lips to speak, but couldn't. So, like she would normally do, she bowed politely, taking the book from his hands.

“Thank you,” she spoke quietly, not daring to look into his eyes.

“Also,” he began, “I saw you crying. You shouldn't let them get to you like that . . .” He frowned at her.

“Thank you . . .” she repeated quietly before turning on her heel and taking to long steps, then vanishing right before his eyes.

 

[ I promise, it does get better . . . <3 I PROMISE ! ]