Fan Fiction / Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Of Magic Cards and Speeding Bullets ❯ Sakura and the Teacher from Another World ( Chapter 1 )

Of Magic Cards and Speeding Bullets by Anonymous Card Captor

Part 1: Sakura and the Teacher from Another World

Sakura, Tomoyo, Syaoran, Eriol and the rest of the characters from Card Captor Sakura are the property of CLAMP. Superman, Batman, and J'onn Jonzz are the property of DC Comics and Warner Brothers. No profit is being made from this story. For this story, I'm basing the DC characters on the animated series and not the actual comic books.

Ever remembered those long slow days during the summer? Those hot muggy days that seems to go on forever with nothing to occupy your time except some proverbial thumb twiddling. Well, for Clark Kent, it was one of those days. Even since the Justice League expanded its membership from a select few of the world's finest (Clark made a mental note to tell Perry and Lois...maybe not Lois... to lay off the flattery in their headlines as his alter ego of course) to the small army of spandex-clad super soldiers that it was today, Clark has manage to have something he missed since he took up the fight for truth, justice, and the American way: free time. Things just seemed to wind down. Clark, although it was nice to take a breather now and again, was feeling a little obsolete now that the world was no longer under his constant attention. None the less, Clark took advantage of the situation and took a Sunday stroll...in the clouds. Flying at a measly 400 mph, Clark flew though the thick cumulus clouds over Metropolis taking his time and letting the tiny drops of water vapor hit him in the face. Clark closed his eyes as the droplets exploded upon impacting his face covering it in a thin layer of cold dew. Clark concentrated until all he could hear was the whistling of fresh, cold air flowing around him.

"Superman." Clark heard a familiar voice inside his head.

"Yeah, J'onn, what is it?" Clark was receiving a telepathic message from the Justice League's resident Martian, J'onn J'onzz. "You sound worried."

"There's an incident in Tokyo. And it concerns a device derived from Kryptonian technology."

Clark's face tensed up. "I'm on the case right now." Suddenly, Clark went up into the upper atmosphere, high enough to avoid making any unsettling sonic booms for the people unfortunate to be along his flight path and shot off at speeds faster than a the space shuttle, let along a speeding bullet. An aura of superheated air made Clark appear like a flying piece of hot coal streaking across the sky like a shooting star. In seconds, he was over Tokyo.

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Clark flew into a second story window of a five-story office building where a middle-aged Japanese man with grey hair and a bald spot in the middle and a full beard was adjusting a console that was connected to a platform with two poles six feet tall and ten feet across from each other.

"Harushima Koji," said Clark sternly. "We need to talk."

The man, startled, jumped up and abruptly turned his attention to Clark. "Superman," said Harushima nervously, "is there anything I can do for you?"

"You know why I'm here. You're working on an interdimensional portal generator." Clark pointed to the device that Harashima was working on.

"Yes, you helped Star Labs to develop the prototype. You should know what it is."

"And I also know how dangerous it is."

Harushima franticly shook his head. "No, you can't! I dreamt of this moment since I was a teenager." Clark hung his head down as Harushima pleaded with him.

"I don't want to do this, but this device could be used to bring the wrong people to this world. And I know this from first hand experience." Clark reminisced about the time when the Justice Lords, doubles of the Justice League, invaded their dimension under the guise of bringing their brand of justice to this Earth.

"And I know they came to this world on their own. This device had nothing to do with it."

"Even so, the potential risk remains. I'm afraid it has to be dismantled and taken back to the Watchtower."

Harushima calmed down and smiled at Clark. "You're right. What was I thinking?" Harushima walked on the platform and tried to take off a panel off one of the poles. "Here, let me help."

"That's not really necessary. I know how important this project was to you. I couldn't ask you to dismantle your own life's work."

"Nonsense." Harushima yanked on the panel but was unable to open it. "It seems stuck."

Harushima stood aside as Clark walked onto the platform to the pole. "The panel's still screwed on the vortex genera..." Suddenly, Clark heard the interdimensional portal generator power up. Clark turned to Harushima who was at the controls. His face was twisted resembling a demon escaping from Hell. His eyes glared at Clark with pure hatred. Clark felt himself being pulled into the newly formed vortex. He tried to hold on to the poles but the metal surface of the poles peeled off as Clark's fingers dug in causing the pole to finally give way. Clark fell into the center of the vortex and disappeared.

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"So Harushima deleted the coordinates of the dimension he dumped Superman in?" Batman kept his stoic gaze upon the device that took away one of his comrades while J'onn J'onzz examined Harushima's equipment. The green Martian nodded his head reluctantly. "What about the mind probe?"

"Nothing. Harushima didn't even know where Superman is."

"Wherever he is, let's hope he's not getting himself in any trouble."

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Yamazaki was walking down the sidewalk with two bags of groceries in his arms. He was thinking up some new stories to tease Chiharu with when a gust of wind forced him back. Above his hand was a glowing vortex. Something came flying out of the mouth of the vortex and landing right in front of him. That something was a man dressed in a blue body suit with a red cape, boots, and underwear...which is wore on the outside of his clothes. The man picked himself off the ground and dusked off his strange attire revealing himself to be large in statute and height and with the physique of a body builder. Both of Yamazaki's eyes, which was normally squinted, was wide opened. The strangely dressed man took notice of Yamazaki.

"Don't tell," he said to Yamazaki in Japanese but with an American accent before he flew off into the sky.

Yamazaki stood there gawking at the sky with some cans falling out of the grocery bags. "I'm telling Chiharu as soon as I get to school." Yamazaki ran back home leaving the cans behind.

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Things weren't going well for Clark. First he flew back to Metropolis, or where it should have been only to find a national state park. After some deep thinking, Clark decided his best chance to get home was to say within close proximity of where the portal formed, Tokyo, and make temporary residence there. In seconds, he was back in Tokyo. Unfortunately, he left his wallet with his civilian clothes leaving him penniless and without any ID. He tried the old `squeeze the lump of coal into a diamond' trick, but when he tried pawning it, the cashier got suspicious of the man with his underwear on the outside of his clothes trying to pawn a large chunk of diamond and threatened to call the police. However, he did find a local missionary that had old clothes to give away, but he still needed a job, and the first place he looked was in his old profession.

"...but you don't actually have to hire me," Clark begged a local newspaper editor. "I can do freelance work. You only have to pay for the story."

"Kent-san," said the editor, "I don't know how they do things in America, but no paper in Japan has anyone doing `freelance work'. Everyone here is on the payroll. In fact, I'm having trouble finding enough work for my employees as it is, and I have to make sure they can keep their jobs here first before I hire anyone else."

Clark walked out of the building and took a piece of paper out of his pocket. He tossed it a garbage can. "Fifth one and still no luck." Clark sulked on a bus bench disappointed that he couldn't find a job as a journalist. It was either that or go back farming but that would take him too far away from Tokyo. Just then a young woman with red hair tapped him on the shoulder.

"Essuse mi, boot culd yu gibe..." said the woman in broken English.

"I can speak Japanese," said Clark.

"Oh good. Could you tell me where the "Tokyo Daily" is?"

Clark pointed to his left. "Three lights that way and then take a right and go two more lights, and it should be on your left."

"Thank you." The woman started walking off but stopped. "You speak Japanese very well."

"Thanks."

The woman shook Clark's hand. "My name is Mizuki Kaho. And you are?"

"Name's Clark Kent."

"Well, Kent-san, I work in a school in Tomoeda, it's a suburb of Tokyo, and our English teacher is retiring. If you're interested, I could talk the principal into hiring you."

"You would?" Clark said enthusiastically.

"Of course, if it's not too far for you to commute from your home."

"Well, actually, I don't have any place to stay."

"Tell you what, I know someone personally who's renting a room in Tomoeda also. I'll tell him you're a new teacher, and he'll let you stay. His rooms are cheap enough for even us teachers." The woman laughed.

"Umm...thanks!" Clark was flabbergasted that he would find both a job and a place to say all at once, and close to where the vortex first appeared.

Just then, a bus pulled up, and Kaho gestured to Clark to get on the bus. "Well, let's go get you that room, and you can show up at Tomoeda Elementary in the morning."

"But what about the `Tokyo Daily'?"

"That can wait." Clark and Kaho boarded the bus to Tomoeda.

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Kaho let herself in the front door. There, she was greeted by Eriol. "So, did it go well?"

Kaho kissed Eriol on the cheek. "He took the job and room; no questioned asked. He's as naive and oblivious to his surroundings as Sakura-chan."

Eriol smiled in self-gratification. "It's working out better than I expected."

"Though, there was something strange about him."

"And what was that?" asked Eriol as a teacher gauging his student's knowledge.

"He radiated a tremendous amount of power, but it wasn't magical in nature. In fact, I couldn't sense any spiritual energy from Kent-san. Even people who don't have any magic abilities have a minute amount of magic inside of them."

Eriol grinned. "Almost like he isn't human, right?"

"I wouldn't go that far." Kaho eyed Eriol suspiciously. "Unless you know something that I don't."

"Why bother with him then?" Nakuru stood behind Kaho causally leaning against the wall. "You couldn't get a meal from someone like that. And he looks like a shaved gorilla. I don't like muscular-looking guys."

Suppi, who was lying under Nakuru's feet, rolled his eyes. "Ignoring the superficial, a person like that would have even less resistance to magic than a normal person."

"Kent-san has other attributes that somewhat offsets that weakness. Besides, I have other reasons for bringing him here."

"And what's that?" ask Nakuru.

"That's for me to know and you to ponder, Ruby Moon." Eriol diverted his attention from Nakuru's demands for an explanation to using his clairvoyance. In his mind's eye, he could see Clark making himself at home in the boarding house and Sakura doing her homework. "Be careful when you thread on Sakura's heart," thought Eriol, "or else I might not forgive you, Superman."

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Well, that ends part 1 of this fic. Stay tune for part 2 and Clark's first day as a teacher.