Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Yume no Tsubasa ni Notte ❯ Too Much for Me ( Chapter 2 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Echan 
Syaroan recieves a vision of Sakura and things aren't too pretty for the card mistress.
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.28.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 366 | Status: Work In Progress
Syaroan recieves a vision of Sakura and things aren't too pretty for the card mistress.
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.28.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 366 | Status: Work In Progress
Yume no Tsubasa ni Notte
Riding the Wings of Dreams
A Cardcaptor Sakura story
Chapter Two: Too Much For Me
By: Echan
Disclaimer: Umm... you all should know by now who the REAL owners are- Kodansha, CLAMP: the friggin' whole nine yards. ^^ The story centers around the time a little after the second movie. Anywho, this is my second CCS ficclet, so many reviews are welcomed except for flames. Again, you review, then Kero-chan gets some bon-bons. ^____^
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Clutched tightly in two pairs of hands were shopping bags, as Sakura and Tomoyo finished off their shopping and stopped at the local ice cream parlor, laughing and giggling. The cool, air conditioned air pressed against their faces, cooling them off nicely. A lot of people were in there today- including Touya.
" Onii-san! Are you working here or something?," asked Sakura, surprised, placing her hands on the linolieum counter. Her older brother simply glared down at her with his brown eyes. " Shizuka ni, kaijuu," muttered Touya and he sighed, grabbing a pencil and pad. " What do you want?" Tomoyo smiled greatly at him. " I would like a chocolate sundae with chopped peanuts, fudge syrup and some strawberries." Touya nodded. " And for the kaijuu?," jeered Touya, grinning at his little sister, who gave him a death glare and a balled up fist.
A thought came to her head and Sakura then smiled... rather scary-like. Touya swallowed. ' Uh-oh...'
" TRIPLE deck sundae, chocolate ice cream AND strawberry ice cream with fudge, caramel, AND raspberry sauce with sprinkles, two banannas on the sides AND brownie cake underneath, strawberrys, whipped cream, peanuts, gummy bears, AND a scoop of chocolate chip mint ice cream on top WITH some more sprinkles and fudge sauce with a cherry on top!!!," said Sakura fastily, saying it in one breath. Her eyes gleamed with the challange and a evil smirk crossed her feature. " Ne, Touya, can you do it?," she said in a sickenly sweet voice. The pale man simple shook his head from the order and stared her in the eyes. " Hai... I can." Sakura laughed some. " I like to see ya try!"
Tomoyo pulled out her video camera and started taping. " Tell us, Kinomoto-san, what does it feel like to be turning thriteen?" Her cousin stared at her for a bit. Nibbling on her bottom lip, Sakura skated slowly to a table. " I- well, I feel the same, still... but... it feel like something's missing... something I need, but... oh, Tomoyo-chan, it's hard to explain," sighed Sakura, burying her head in her arms on the smooth table-top. Sympathy shown on Tomoyo's pretty face and she placed a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder. " Daijobu. Desu wa genki dama...," she murmured reassuringly. Tomoyo could feel Sakura sigh deeply then nod. Touya approached and placed down a bowl. ' A' bowl. Tomoyo's.
Sakura lifted her head and grinned madly. " So- I see you couldn't make it, Mr. Big-Shot," smirked the girl, pointing to Tomoyo's bowl. Touya growled and stomped off. " I'm making it still." Sakura simply smiled after her tall brother and then turned her attention to outside. Her smiled somewhat dissappeared from her face as she saw couples walking around on the sidewalk, the girls hands wrapped around their love's arm, giggling or smiling prettily at them as the boys would blush and scratch the back of their heads. The sky was now a deep, endless colour of blue that stretched across the horizon, clouds of white dancing along the skyline. Birds wove in and out of them, their calls and chirpings adding more to the romantic, innocent feel of the Tomodea area.
The emptiness Sakura had been feeling deep in her chest grew more and it made her feel hallow and spaced, like darkness covering daylight or black paint splattering over white, covering its brilliant colour so no one could see it. What made Sakura appear this way on the inside was love. Simple, pure- but also torturous and evil in many ways. Sakura wanted to be loved again, by the same person who had left her once more to be with his own family and train hard to be head of their clan. The more she thought of him, the more Sakura felt sad and lonely and empty. But... it made her become weak and dizzy... ' I'm tired... sleep...,' thought Sakura and she closed her heavy, emerald eyes and placed her head on the table, but the weight of love loss and something else made her fall out off her chair and bang hard on the floor, her head knocking first on the hard, lineolium floor, creating a loud crash. Tomoyo screamed and reached for her cousin as Touya ran from the back kitchen, fear etched on his face.
" Sakura-chan?!!"
" Sakura... SAKURA!!!"
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On the other side of the ocean, at Hong Kong, the city streets were already bustling with life. Cars crused down the long, paved roads as street marketers called out for people to buy their items and other languages filled the scented air of soups, beads, fruits, and fumes from the automobiles. Banners of bright red, yellow, gold, green, orange, blue and purple criss-crossed at post tops, Chinese written on them saying, ' Fire-Dragon Festival: Come and Enjoy!'. Along with the banners were large, paper-ball lights strung over the main city way. There weren't many trees in the city, but there were a few that grew here and there.
Along way out of the city were rolling hills of bright green and farms and plantations. Then, somewhat close to the city, were the shrines for the local clans and priests. One was being used by a woman and her son. The cobble-stoned walkway gleamed with the late-night rain they had and had leaves scattered across the surface. The temple was very old, but was still sturdy with its uses over the many years. Trees of oaks, birches, and maple swayed gently in the breeze and the sun casted long golden beams on the boy and his mother.
She was a beautiful woman with ebony, black hair that was tied back in a high ponytail with a Chinese silk wrap that was pale violet with gold lining, her hair falling below her waist line and two, thin strands of hair hung to her shoulders . Her skin was very pale and exoticly beautiful. What contrasted off her pale, pointed, stern face were her cold, almond-shaped eyes lined in heavy black eyeliner with purple eyeshadow on her lids; very well done and it appeared a professional had done it. Her eyes were colour of the nightsky, but never twinkled. Her jaw was set, lips a ruby red, making the woman look like a orientinal Snow White. Her thin, long hands were folded in front of her, nestled at her thighs, her right hand holding a paper Chinese traditional fan. She wore a white, Chinese robe with a deep purple Chinese, camosiel vest with black fastenings with a high collar with black lining. The sleeves were white and long and barely brushed her fingertips. The skirt was parted in two ways like a kimono, but had a sheer, silk sheet underneath of black material with Chinese embrodary in white.
The boy was doing jabs and punches in the air, concentrating hard in the early morning, his hazel-gold eyes narrowed into slits and teeth gritted hard, making the boy's jaw ache. He wore no shirt, only traditional kung-fu style pants in jade green and slippers of forest green with a gold undertone. His hair was a dark oak brown and very messy, with some locks falling into his eyes, giving young girls the impression that he was older than he looked for the age of thirteen and very dashing, but the hair, at times, was managed to be tamed to the point were it didn't look too wild. His skin was not pale like his mother's, but a deep bronze-tan colour like a dark butterscotch colour that you see in paint stores or the colour of icing. The boy was built for such a young age, with small, but supple muscled ripplnig through his never-stopping arms and he formed small abs in his stomach and his chest was solid, but his skin somehow managed to keep its baby-softeness that some people loose when they turn seven or eight.
Now, the boy was working in his kicks and aprupt, surprising flips and kick-boxing style fighting moves than his usual matrial arts methods. " Xiao-Lang, you are slipping some. Concentrate more. Find the inner core of your mind and clamp down on it," said Li Irean said coldly and hard, narrowing her eyes slightly. Her son nodded, bringing up a punch in the air and backflipped, landing on his hands and twisting his right leg around in a fierce, fast circle, his left leg tucked under him. Sweat dripped from his forehead and from his chest as he breathed in deep breaths, eyes focused ahead of him at the invisible person he fought with. He then trust up his right leg, popped up and jabbed at the air, twisting his body up in a half-kick turn. He landed on both of his feet, posed in a karate stance.
Irean smiled some at her son's efforts, obviously pleased. " Excellent, Xiao-Lang." The boy bowed to his mother. " Thank you, mochan." Irean gave him a towel and started walking towards the shrine entrance. " Come in when you are ready to meditate. I'll be in the back room," she said, turning her back and walking into the darkness. Xiao-Lang sighed inwardly and started to dry himself off of the sweat and gazed at two birds flying with each other near the large oak that was near the shrine gate. They were bluebirds, lively and merry. Xiao-Lang smiled lightly at the birds and then walked to the left side of the walkway, picking up his shirt. Placing over his shoulders, but not buttoning it up, he then stared up at the sky, watching clouds float lazily by. It made him lonely for the cherrful little town of Tomodea in Japan. He would watch clouds with her and take her on walks.
It hurt him to think of his other life and love on the other side of the country. Frowing in saddness, Xiao-Lang walked slowly up the steps, his heart heavy and his hands sad, longing to hold his love close to him, to breathe in the scent of her hair and skin, to relish at the feeling of her soft flesh pressed up on his chest when they embraced. Mostly, he wanted to see her ever bright smile and large, endless green eyes. " Xiao-Lang! Iku zo!," called his mother. " Hai," Xiao-Lang called softly and descended into the shrine.
**
The back room was shrouded in darkness, the only light was the blazing fire in the sacred fireplace, figurines of dragons and other gods surrounding it. Irean sat on a small futon, her knees tucked underneath her and face staring straight into the fire, the light shadowing her face, giving Xiao-Lang the impression of how his mother's face resembled his desceased discendant Clow Reed a bit, but the light also made her appear to be etheral and something very powerful. Her lips parted as he entered and spoke deathly quiet and calm.
" You were thinking about her again, weren't you?"
Xiao-Lang made a noise like, " Eeeh?!", in the back of his throat and blushed hard, the colour of an apple, but the fire did well to hide that sudden flare of colour on his face. " A-ano...," he muttered and sat on his futon in front of the fire, face set. Irean stared at her son and spoke again. " You miss her."
He simply grunted and closed his eyes, hands now in front of him, held like in prayer and he straightened out his back and relaxed, fixing his mind on nothing. He cleared his mind of her and focused his hearing and his blank vision. Irean sighed inwardly and mediated with her son, silence stretching out in the room.
The boy was doing well, but then a vision spread out before him. It was like he was seeing throughout someone else's eyes. He saw his friend Daidouji Tomoyo before him, eating a sundae and chatting away. He was in a ice cream parlor. The eyes turned and saw Kinomoto Touya working in the back, laughing at someone. Then, Xiao-Lang realized that his belong to-
Kinomoto Sakura.
Xiao-Lang got all excited and eagerly watch this with closed eyes, not wanting to let this go to waste. Her eyes traveled to outside and he could feel her frown in saddness and grow sad as she watched couple outside.
' Oh, Sakura... don't be sad... onegai... I wish...'
Tears then sprung in her eyes, reacting to Xiao-Lang. He had tears in his eyes as well. Then, something sharp-like poked him in the middle of chest, something hurtful and painful. He cried out all of a sudden, making Irean stand up and gasp. " Xiao-Lang!!! What's wrong?!!," cried his mother as she caught her flailing son.
' Her heart!'
Blackness covered Sakura's vision as the pain started to settle some, causing Xiao-Lang to gasp for air, his eyes wide and sweat forming on his forehead and a burning sensation travel all over his body like a hot blanket. It was a fouda. His mother put one on him to see if he was possesed. He curled in his mother's lap like a weak kitten, shaking and jerking. " My son, tell me what's wrong?!," whispered Irean, wrapping her arms around her child, embracing him. His dry lips parted, saying only one, hushed, hoarse word:
" Sakura."
Is Syaroan and Sakrua alright?!! I hope so... Review kindly please!!
- Echan ^_~
Riding the Wings of Dreams
A Cardcaptor Sakura story
Chapter Two: Too Much For Me
By: Echan
Disclaimer: Umm... you all should know by now who the REAL owners are- Kodansha, CLAMP: the friggin' whole nine yards. ^^ The story centers around the time a little after the second movie. Anywho, this is my second CCS ficclet, so many reviews are welcomed except for flames. Again, you review, then Kero-chan gets some bon-bons. ^____^
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Clutched tightly in two pairs of hands were shopping bags, as Sakura and Tomoyo finished off their shopping and stopped at the local ice cream parlor, laughing and giggling. The cool, air conditioned air pressed against their faces, cooling them off nicely. A lot of people were in there today- including Touya.
" Onii-san! Are you working here or something?," asked Sakura, surprised, placing her hands on the linolieum counter. Her older brother simply glared down at her with his brown eyes. " Shizuka ni, kaijuu," muttered Touya and he sighed, grabbing a pencil and pad. " What do you want?" Tomoyo smiled greatly at him. " I would like a chocolate sundae with chopped peanuts, fudge syrup and some strawberries." Touya nodded. " And for the kaijuu?," jeered Touya, grinning at his little sister, who gave him a death glare and a balled up fist.
A thought came to her head and Sakura then smiled... rather scary-like. Touya swallowed. ' Uh-oh...'
" TRIPLE deck sundae, chocolate ice cream AND strawberry ice cream with fudge, caramel, AND raspberry sauce with sprinkles, two banannas on the sides AND brownie cake underneath, strawberrys, whipped cream, peanuts, gummy bears, AND a scoop of chocolate chip mint ice cream on top WITH some more sprinkles and fudge sauce with a cherry on top!!!," said Sakura fastily, saying it in one breath. Her eyes gleamed with the challange and a evil smirk crossed her feature. " Ne, Touya, can you do it?," she said in a sickenly sweet voice. The pale man simple shook his head from the order and stared her in the eyes. " Hai... I can." Sakura laughed some. " I like to see ya try!"
Tomoyo pulled out her video camera and started taping. " Tell us, Kinomoto-san, what does it feel like to be turning thriteen?" Her cousin stared at her for a bit. Nibbling on her bottom lip, Sakura skated slowly to a table. " I- well, I feel the same, still... but... it feel like something's missing... something I need, but... oh, Tomoyo-chan, it's hard to explain," sighed Sakura, burying her head in her arms on the smooth table-top. Sympathy shown on Tomoyo's pretty face and she placed a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder. " Daijobu. Desu wa genki dama...," she murmured reassuringly. Tomoyo could feel Sakura sigh deeply then nod. Touya approached and placed down a bowl. ' A' bowl. Tomoyo's.
Sakura lifted her head and grinned madly. " So- I see you couldn't make it, Mr. Big-Shot," smirked the girl, pointing to Tomoyo's bowl. Touya growled and stomped off. " I'm making it still." Sakura simply smiled after her tall brother and then turned her attention to outside. Her smiled somewhat dissappeared from her face as she saw couples walking around on the sidewalk, the girls hands wrapped around their love's arm, giggling or smiling prettily at them as the boys would blush and scratch the back of their heads. The sky was now a deep, endless colour of blue that stretched across the horizon, clouds of white dancing along the skyline. Birds wove in and out of them, their calls and chirpings adding more to the romantic, innocent feel of the Tomodea area.
The emptiness Sakura had been feeling deep in her chest grew more and it made her feel hallow and spaced, like darkness covering daylight or black paint splattering over white, covering its brilliant colour so no one could see it. What made Sakura appear this way on the inside was love. Simple, pure- but also torturous and evil in many ways. Sakura wanted to be loved again, by the same person who had left her once more to be with his own family and train hard to be head of their clan. The more she thought of him, the more Sakura felt sad and lonely and empty. But... it made her become weak and dizzy... ' I'm tired... sleep...,' thought Sakura and she closed her heavy, emerald eyes and placed her head on the table, but the weight of love loss and something else made her fall out off her chair and bang hard on the floor, her head knocking first on the hard, lineolium floor, creating a loud crash. Tomoyo screamed and reached for her cousin as Touya ran from the back kitchen, fear etched on his face.
" Sakura-chan?!!"
" Sakura... SAKURA!!!"
*+*+*+*+
On the other side of the ocean, at Hong Kong, the city streets were already bustling with life. Cars crused down the long, paved roads as street marketers called out for people to buy their items and other languages filled the scented air of soups, beads, fruits, and fumes from the automobiles. Banners of bright red, yellow, gold, green, orange, blue and purple criss-crossed at post tops, Chinese written on them saying, ' Fire-Dragon Festival: Come and Enjoy!'. Along with the banners were large, paper-ball lights strung over the main city way. There weren't many trees in the city, but there were a few that grew here and there.
Along way out of the city were rolling hills of bright green and farms and plantations. Then, somewhat close to the city, were the shrines for the local clans and priests. One was being used by a woman and her son. The cobble-stoned walkway gleamed with the late-night rain they had and had leaves scattered across the surface. The temple was very old, but was still sturdy with its uses over the many years. Trees of oaks, birches, and maple swayed gently in the breeze and the sun casted long golden beams on the boy and his mother.
She was a beautiful woman with ebony, black hair that was tied back in a high ponytail with a Chinese silk wrap that was pale violet with gold lining, her hair falling below her waist line and two, thin strands of hair hung to her shoulders . Her skin was very pale and exoticly beautiful. What contrasted off her pale, pointed, stern face were her cold, almond-shaped eyes lined in heavy black eyeliner with purple eyeshadow on her lids; very well done and it appeared a professional had done it. Her eyes were colour of the nightsky, but never twinkled. Her jaw was set, lips a ruby red, making the woman look like a orientinal Snow White. Her thin, long hands were folded in front of her, nestled at her thighs, her right hand holding a paper Chinese traditional fan. She wore a white, Chinese robe with a deep purple Chinese, camosiel vest with black fastenings with a high collar with black lining. The sleeves were white and long and barely brushed her fingertips. The skirt was parted in two ways like a kimono, but had a sheer, silk sheet underneath of black material with Chinese embrodary in white.
The boy was doing jabs and punches in the air, concentrating hard in the early morning, his hazel-gold eyes narrowed into slits and teeth gritted hard, making the boy's jaw ache. He wore no shirt, only traditional kung-fu style pants in jade green and slippers of forest green with a gold undertone. His hair was a dark oak brown and very messy, with some locks falling into his eyes, giving young girls the impression that he was older than he looked for the age of thirteen and very dashing, but the hair, at times, was managed to be tamed to the point were it didn't look too wild. His skin was not pale like his mother's, but a deep bronze-tan colour like a dark butterscotch colour that you see in paint stores or the colour of icing. The boy was built for such a young age, with small, but supple muscled ripplnig through his never-stopping arms and he formed small abs in his stomach and his chest was solid, but his skin somehow managed to keep its baby-softeness that some people loose when they turn seven or eight.
Now, the boy was working in his kicks and aprupt, surprising flips and kick-boxing style fighting moves than his usual matrial arts methods. " Xiao-Lang, you are slipping some. Concentrate more. Find the inner core of your mind and clamp down on it," said Li Irean said coldly and hard, narrowing her eyes slightly. Her son nodded, bringing up a punch in the air and backflipped, landing on his hands and twisting his right leg around in a fierce, fast circle, his left leg tucked under him. Sweat dripped from his forehead and from his chest as he breathed in deep breaths, eyes focused ahead of him at the invisible person he fought with. He then trust up his right leg, popped up and jabbed at the air, twisting his body up in a half-kick turn. He landed on both of his feet, posed in a karate stance.
Irean smiled some at her son's efforts, obviously pleased. " Excellent, Xiao-Lang." The boy bowed to his mother. " Thank you, mochan." Irean gave him a towel and started walking towards the shrine entrance. " Come in when you are ready to meditate. I'll be in the back room," she said, turning her back and walking into the darkness. Xiao-Lang sighed inwardly and started to dry himself off of the sweat and gazed at two birds flying with each other near the large oak that was near the shrine gate. They were bluebirds, lively and merry. Xiao-Lang smiled lightly at the birds and then walked to the left side of the walkway, picking up his shirt. Placing over his shoulders, but not buttoning it up, he then stared up at the sky, watching clouds float lazily by. It made him lonely for the cherrful little town of Tomodea in Japan. He would watch clouds with her and take her on walks.
It hurt him to think of his other life and love on the other side of the country. Frowing in saddness, Xiao-Lang walked slowly up the steps, his heart heavy and his hands sad, longing to hold his love close to him, to breathe in the scent of her hair and skin, to relish at the feeling of her soft flesh pressed up on his chest when they embraced. Mostly, he wanted to see her ever bright smile and large, endless green eyes. " Xiao-Lang! Iku zo!," called his mother. " Hai," Xiao-Lang called softly and descended into the shrine.
**
The back room was shrouded in darkness, the only light was the blazing fire in the sacred fireplace, figurines of dragons and other gods surrounding it. Irean sat on a small futon, her knees tucked underneath her and face staring straight into the fire, the light shadowing her face, giving Xiao-Lang the impression of how his mother's face resembled his desceased discendant Clow Reed a bit, but the light also made her appear to be etheral and something very powerful. Her lips parted as he entered and spoke deathly quiet and calm.
" You were thinking about her again, weren't you?"
Xiao-Lang made a noise like, " Eeeh?!", in the back of his throat and blushed hard, the colour of an apple, but the fire did well to hide that sudden flare of colour on his face. " A-ano...," he muttered and sat on his futon in front of the fire, face set. Irean stared at her son and spoke again. " You miss her."
He simply grunted and closed his eyes, hands now in front of him, held like in prayer and he straightened out his back and relaxed, fixing his mind on nothing. He cleared his mind of her and focused his hearing and his blank vision. Irean sighed inwardly and mediated with her son, silence stretching out in the room.
The boy was doing well, but then a vision spread out before him. It was like he was seeing throughout someone else's eyes. He saw his friend Daidouji Tomoyo before him, eating a sundae and chatting away. He was in a ice cream parlor. The eyes turned and saw Kinomoto Touya working in the back, laughing at someone. Then, Xiao-Lang realized that his belong to-
Kinomoto Sakura.
Xiao-Lang got all excited and eagerly watch this with closed eyes, not wanting to let this go to waste. Her eyes traveled to outside and he could feel her frown in saddness and grow sad as she watched couple outside.
' Oh, Sakura... don't be sad... onegai... I wish...'
Tears then sprung in her eyes, reacting to Xiao-Lang. He had tears in his eyes as well. Then, something sharp-like poked him in the middle of chest, something hurtful and painful. He cried out all of a sudden, making Irean stand up and gasp. " Xiao-Lang!!! What's wrong?!!," cried his mother as she caught her flailing son.
' Her heart!'
Blackness covered Sakura's vision as the pain started to settle some, causing Xiao-Lang to gasp for air, his eyes wide and sweat forming on his forehead and a burning sensation travel all over his body like a hot blanket. It was a fouda. His mother put one on him to see if he was possesed. He curled in his mother's lap like a weak kitten, shaking and jerking. " My son, tell me what's wrong?!," whispered Irean, wrapping her arms around her child, embracing him. His dry lips parted, saying only one, hushed, hoarse word:
" Sakura."
Is Syaroan and Sakrua alright?!! I hope so... Review kindly please!!
- Echan ^_~