~PINK DESTINY~

SUMMARY: Sakura has grown up a lot since her Card Capturing DAYS, even joined a band, and is surprised to find that Syoaran has come back. There is also a force that has come back to her town threatening Syoaran. She doesn't want to embrace this new and dangerous destiny; Sakura just wants a Pink Destiny.

Ch 1. THE SCHOOL TALENT SHOW

Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura. But I do own a fern.

Dedication: To my friend Lesley who committed suicide... I am sorry I wasn't there when you needed me the most.

BY Robbih-Moore

Sakura Kinomoto stood on the stage of her school gymnasium with sweat dropping down the back of her neck and between her shoulder blades. She felt her heart shooting panic through her veins, adrenaline pumped false bravery in her body, but her mind was numb. She breathed in and out. Wanting someone to tell her that it would be okay.

That she didn't have to do this. It had all been a joke and she would be able to walk away without having the humiliation of quitting on her mind. She hated quitting, having done it one to many time because she was scared, angry, alone. She wouldn't now. No she wouldn't. She wouldn't let so many people down.

Her mind grasped for something to distract her as the girls set up in the background. Plugging in instruments, so happy. She defiantly couldn't run off. She knew that she had agreed to this, but couldn't help feeling that someone had plucked her from a few weeks ago and placed her here without telling her what had happened. And why shouldn't she feel like that when time held no normal context.


The past weeks had been a blur, time sometimes stopping so she could have a suspended moment, then it would speed on again, leaving her to try and keep up.


Between practicing with the band, school, volleyball, and helping Tomoyo with the clothes and minor details for the talent show she went to sleep tired every night, only to wake up with a scream that it had only been moments ago she had closed her eyes. It was rather annoying and now she was wishing that time was a millennia in an hour, that she could go back in time and stay forever just practicing. Those had been fun.

The giggles and the laughing as they made up corny songs. The moments when Meiling let down her stoic face and laughed so hard she couldn't stand.

The time that Naoko had deemed herself Queen of the World and they were her subjects. They had laughed and laughed and well just laughed. It was now an inside joke, there we so many they shared. She had loved those moments. Except her worst fear had come to pass. No not walking around school naked... the other one.


It was here, now; the School Talent Show, the thing that only Nerds and Geeks entered. The thing people were falling asleep at. Catching up on their relaxation and sleep. They didn't know how much this meant to her and they would laugh. They were ready to start moments from now, her thoughts tumbling her to that one moment where she would show the world more than she had ever showed.

Even if the world only consisted of the school. The school that had been forced to come. It seemed as if the moment before they were to start their act was an eternity, Sakura mused with bitter fear. Why had fate decided it was this moment that Time should slow, stop, become eternity?


Everything seemed to go in slow motion to her. She wanted to run even though she knew she shouldn't, locked her knees against moving. Wanting to scream that she had made a
mistake, she wasn't supposed to be here. Would the real Sakura please stand up and take her place, even a nice clone that would make everyone smile as she slipped away.


PLEASE, PLEASE, she begged. She felt pulsing through her veins this new need. She wanted to call on her magic to save her. But she couldn't. Magic is what ruined her happy life. What had made her bitter and cold to the thought of True Love. The thing that had ruined all she was. The thoughts were only making her depressed and she hated focusing on the Early Years, her stupid years, her naive years.

So she decided not to give into it, which wasn't as simple as saying, "I won't listen, neener neener..."

In desperation Sakura glanced over at her best friend who felt her eyes and smiled a quick smile. The smile was her normal confident grin that Sakura couldn't copy in a million years. She shifted on her feet and flashed a shaky grin that Tommie laughed at.

Sakura could almost see her friend say, "Say cheese. I will call this Sakura is Afraid and That is Kawaii." A joke now that the two had gotten older and Tommie had moved on to other subjects (victims).


Sakura turned from the her black haired friend to glance at Naoko and Meiling, all wearing the same thing as Tommie, the black pants and black shirts that read in pink block print, Pink Destiny and could almost see their impatience, which wasn't like her sickened version, but instead the need to create music, to "rock out" as Meiling put it. She looked at their shirts and felt her mind jump to yet another fearful thought.

What if they screwed up? What if Pink Destiny had no Destiny, only useless outfits and the need to play music that no one liked? What if....?

She felt her palms growing wet with sweat and she glanced down at her own outfit. Black leather pants and a crop top that had PINK DESTINY in jagged letters sewn across it. She felt like one of those MTV singers that her father often laughed at when they watched American TV.


"What foolish people they are." Her dad had said once, flipping the channel to something he deemed worth actually being on. Which was usually opera or something soothing.

And this made her wonder if she seemed just like the plastic singers like Brittany Spears and Christina Aguilara. Was she a fool to him as he sat in the crowd waiting to watch his little girl perform? Did he sit there only because he didn't want to cause a scene? Was he even happy to see her up there?


Did he feel she could have done so much better for herself? These thoughts crossed her mind again and again until she was reeling, confused and wanting to cry, run away. The doors were so close, so close.

This is not helping me at all, she told herself as she wondered... Wondered if she would be laughed off stage and never able to show her face again in Tomedae or even China, Japan, the World, would she be laughed at till Kingdom come and BEYOND.

"I am sorry Sakura" She could hear some god saying, "You can't come in here to heaven cause it would make us look bad and your such a loser, who would want you?" and then she would have to sit outside for all eternity, waiting till they thought she was worthy, but she would never be.


She would never get married because no one would want her or to have children with her. She was so stupid, what was she thinking when she said yes. Fear swept through her and shame as well, causing her to clutch at her neck for her mother's last gift to her, a necklace with a single shining cherry blossom pendant on it. She felt a little better, "a little" being the key phrase here.

But her heart was still beating in the pounding, heavy fear when all she wanted was to be light and free, floating. She felt fear thud through her, but mind you this was not the kind of fear you get when you have a bad dream and gaze into the darkness waiting for the bogeyman or the demon child from the Ring to jump out and do something to you. Like muttering "Seven Days" or telling you that they are watching you.


But the kind Sakura got when she was in a battle against a Clow Card or when she fought someone who challenged that magical part of her. When she had stood in a ring of swirling danger, senses out and aura flared, ready to strike down with her wand, ready to battle till she won or fell trying. But it had been years, lifetimes ago, since the Cards had been captured, or when she had been brave enough to risk her life for something important to her, and any ways, she had a new kind of magic now. Her music.


It was when she sang that melodies turned into spells that captivated those who listened and transported them to someplace golden and magical. Transported her soul to the realms of pure and simplistic joy, changed the world so that she was the one in control and those who happened to be caught in the spell were just along for the ride, unable to stop listening, stop believing that they were hearing all they ever wanted, feeling as they should.

Making them rock to the beat and lean forward to hear better. Tilt their heads in understanding, gasping for breath, wanting to breath in her music and exhale it to get more of the substance.


She didn't know what had made her decide to do this band thing or at least that's what she told herself, knowing full well that she wanted to sing. Sing forever.


As if it had been fated Tomoyo had started a band called Pink Destiny last Spring and asked Sakura to be the lead singer. Feeling something between loyalty and desire she had agreed and now she was on stage in front of people she knew, people she didn't, people she wished she didn't. And she felt her heart rocking to the beat of anxiety and fear that made her want to throw up. If it took any longer she would.


It was easy to see why she had said yes. Music was her soul... But... but what happened if they saw her as stupid and frivolous standing up their like an American Pop star, thinking she had talent, that she could sing. Who was she to be so bold? Who was she to be so arrogant? She wanted to apologize while there was still the CHANCE and she could run away... to America... To the moon... to the stars, and not because she wanted to touch one.



What if... if... they tore her apart with their laughter. She could see the scene in her minds eye. She could hear the voices. So close, so true...


PEOPLE WERE LAUGHING AND POINTING AS SAKURA TRIED TO RUN OFF THE STAGE, RUN OFF THE LAUGHTER THAT ECHOED IN HER HEAD. PEOPLE LOOKING AT HER WITH TEARS OF PITY IN THEIR STARING EYES AS THEY GLANCED AT HER BROTHER AND FATHER WITH THE SAME LOOK, LAUGHTER INSIDE THEIR HEADS, SILENT, BUT COMING SOON FOR HER FAMILY.


HER FATHER SAYING SHE WAS A DISAPPOINTMENT AND THEN KICKING HER OUT OF HER HOME AND THEN SHE WOULD BE A BUM. HER BROTHER SAYING, "YOU REALLY ARE A MONSTER. HOW COULD I HAVE LOVED YOU? I KNEW. I KNEW." HER RUNNING AS THE MASSES FOLLOWED. FOLLOWED HER EVEN THOUGH NO ONE WAS BEHIND HER... NO ONE...


Sakura shook her head to clear the images and laughed shakily as she waited in the eternity as the Music teacher slowly rose and walked toward the steps in a slow amble that made Sakura scream inside at the injustice.


Was Time and Fear and the Music teacher all in on this together. They're going to laugh. They are going to...
Again she her active imagination was creating a reality that she might not have to face if... SHE RAN. RAN TILL SHE COULD RUN NO MORE. SHE COULD USE THE CARDS TO MAKE A NEW LIFE AND... If they didn't laugh at her too...


'Kinomoto you are freaking yourself out for no reason.'
'AM I?!?' She screamed to her logic and decided that she was turning into a nut. 'It will be over. You won't be any worse than the kid who decided to do Ventriloquism with his hamster. This is only a school talent show.


Nothing big. No one except EVERYONE YOU KNOW will be here TO LAUGH AT YOU AND CALL YOU FREAK. Nothing big about that.'


Scared she would make herself have a heart attack she turned to the others, hoping that they would give her more than a smile to make her feel better.


Sakura glanced at the other girls on stage and nodded weakly to Meiling who was smiling with that smirk she seemed to always have on her beautiful face when tackling everything hard in life, or easy things too. Sakura knew that it was only a front for the real scared person beneath.


The small child denied the magic that made her odd ball in her own family. But the front always seemed to make her seem regal and tough at the same time. God she wanted that smile. The ability to make herself not show her fear on her face and her soul in her eyes.


Sakura wished she could somehow master that look. What is with me any ways? Sakura wondered, wondering how she couldn't handle this when she had handled so much more
when she was a kid.

Why couldn't she handle the talent show? Why was she freaking? She felt something tinted black in the back of her mind. Something she knew she should focus on, but she shoved it away. Let someone else handle it cause she wasn''t, wouldn't.


Meiling saw the wide-eyed fear in Sakura's emerald depths and smiled encouragingly, thumbs up. Sakura took this to heart and tried to copy her band member's stance, stoic freedom, witchy normalcy.


" IT ISN'T WORKING', she mouthed to the black haired Chinese girl, who laughed silently with her eyes, never letting the facade of brave intent leave her face. Meiling tossed her head and gave Sakura a careless nod that made it seem as if what they were doing was another practice in her mother's music room. But its not, Sakura felt her mouth dry out.


Sakura smiled weakly and then turned to look at the others, hoping they would offer her more than that bragging grin of I-can-do-this-and-you- can't. Unintentional as that bragging was, Meiling sometimes had a snooty air about her that made people let her have her way because she was obviously better than they were.

The others seemed to have a grip on that pounding fear that gripped her stomach, twisting it, and caused her heart to beat panic in her chest. She'd always had stage fright. Ever since she was little.


Kinda ironic since she was a singer. Her father said that fear was good, "it shows that you care enough about something to feel that you could loose it in an instant."


She realized suddenly why she could fight the Clow Cards and not be worried, scared, tense and rigid. Why she could only feel determination and power singing to her, melding her with that inner bravery that had dwindled throughout the years.


When she had fought the Cards she was caught in the moment and she didn't have time to fear, she was to adventurous and playful in those times to care. She didn't feel this heart stopping "wanna puke cause I am being watched and all I have could be laughed to death".


The fear had been different, something more mystical. She hadn't feared for herself, the selfish stage fright that she inhabited now, but the fear that her brother would perish. The brother giving her thumbs up in the crowd.


That Tommie would die in the insanity that they brought. That her father would die and she would be all alone and then she would have to die. That she would fall and no one would be their to hold off the cards.


It was the fear that had made her run from the cards after she realized that if she powered them up then another could find them and then open up the book, the insanity would spread. That's why she had stopped doing magic, why the cards were all but dead.

That is why Kero left. She felt her mind trying to turn back to those old days, an old habit when she was scared, to look back and try to find how she had gotten through it. How she had over come the fear.


The Fear that now seemed to have bribed time to slow down so it could sneak past her defenses and whisper in her ear all the scenarios of what could go wrong. All the things she herself had been screaming in her head. His voice was subtle and sweet, enjoying the tingles up her spine as his mental breath came to whisper in her inner ear.


"What could go wrong? Let me list the ways." Soothed its voice and Sakura had no choice but to listen. To let her inner eye see what he was forming from his doubting words that were in her own voice, so she couldn't find what was truth and what was him.


To draw her mind away from his monologue she glanced again at the others with hope they could show her a way to make Fear shut his trap and go away. They were waiting for that Music teacher to tie his shoe and make sure he didn't trip.
Usually they found the slowness sweet and sappy old person characteristics that made him kinda interesting. Quite the character, Sakura had once heard Tommie say. But now it was senile and annoying.


Naoko seemed to be intent on flashing a grin to her BF Kip, who was waving lazily from his seat next to his drooling buddies, and looking at her like he wanted to devour her. Which he would as soon as they got into the car.

Sakura could see his friends envious looks, like they should have thought that Naoko might one day be so hot and so... "Hubba Hubba baby yeah".


Sakura let her eyes wonder to Tommie next when the guys had seen her looking their way and winked, grinning with fantasies in their eyes and minds. She shook her head sadly and decided that Tommie would help her. The same Tommie who was tapping her foot and glancing as the old Music teacher came up the stairs in slow, grumbling steps. Too slow, for Sakura and Tommie's liking. But the whispering Fear LOVED it so.



Sakura kept staring at her best friend, about to shout, "C'mon and look at me. Tell me it will like be okay." But Sakura didn't have to wait long cause Tommie swept her gaze from that hot guy Eli that Sakura remembered was that English guy, Eriol's, brother. The one who was the Reincarnation of Clow Reed and had tried to make her not put the cards in Magical Sleep. That she shouldn't let her magic go. That she shouldn't... bah, bah, bah.


"It'll be OKAY." Tommie mouthed and gave a thumbs up, making Sakura jerk.

"Huh?" She said and then Tommie laughed silently, "I-T W-I-L- L B-E O-K S-A-K-U-R-A" Tommie signed in ASL (American Sign Language, which they had taken Together before the class had been disbanded cause no one wanted to take it, leaving them to speak in the secret code) and Sakura smile, "I H-O-P-E S-O" Sakura signed, unsure.

Even though Sakura trusted Tomoyo with everything as she had proved in their elementary years, she neither felt nor had the integrity to perform in front of others and couldn't bring herself to believe Tomoyo. Tomoyo was in her prime and Sakura had only to wait until the teacher came to announce them before she could escape this hell and since the teacher was just reaching the top step she was unsure if this was EVER going to end.


Like those who know that they shouldn't look down when afraid of heights, she glanced out into the crowd, searching for a face to calm herself. People stared back with the boredom of watching so many so-called "TALENTS" before having wasted their time on such a beautiful day, with the lusting gaze of horny teens, and the chattering sensibility of youth today.
They wanted out, wanted to touch, wanted to talk, wanted to run, wanted away.


But it was a School Activity (which were never a good combination of words, striking fear and boredom in the hearts of most people) and since the Sensais' forbade any who didn't have a valid (REAL) reason for missing this "Wonderful opportunity to gather and learn what secret talents that your classmates have" (Ms. Lutheran had said and they had all known that it would be bad) they all had to come even though it was a Sunday, their only day off.


Everyone was there, minus Kitzie Paliztso, who had a doctor's appointment because of her leukemia, and Trai Kimono who was abroad in New York while an exchange student, Missy Larsom, stayed in her place to learn about this culture. She sat beside some of the freshmen in the third row that thought her so cool for being American and blonde.


Sakura wondered what Trai was doing, she had been friends with her before she had to leave, and wondered if it was worth it. Her dad said American's were perverted, but not all of them. Then again every country had some flaws, hopefully Trai wouldn't meet any.


Then to Sakura's greatest joy and surprise (since she was sure it would never come) she heard the static rumbling of the microphone as the Music teacher tapped it twice to make sure it was on, (FINALLY, Sakura said and took a deep breath.) which of coarse it was.


The old, smiley Asian man spoke with a certain senile joy in his voice, "Please give your attention to our next and...(He paused as if he too was trying to grasp the beauty of what he was going to say) last act of today's School Talent Show. Please give a round of applause for..."


A cheer rose that threatened to bring down the house, well, gym, literally, and made Sakura wonder if they were trying to kill themselves to get out earlier or if they were clapping because this slow and painful torture was finally over after six hours. The old man smiled and finished with a bow and a gesture towards the Band, "The Band, Pink Destiny."


People gave a scattered, bored applause which made Sakura sure they had gave the rumbling applause to the fact the show was almost over and not because they were gonna play.


Though they did get some, "Yeah baby... whoo-hoo, take it off" from some of the lower freshmen. Sakura wanted to slap them, but she was now suffering from the fear that she... she was going to perform... PERFORM... she couldn't... no... no...
no....


Lights flickered overhead and she felt her fear making her irrational, wanting to make something happen to take the stares off her and onto... STOP LOOKING AT ME...


The lights flickered on and off and instruments sparked.
"Sakura stop." Meiling said and Tommie coughed. Sakura turned and saw Meiling looking at her with fear in her eyes. "Don't do this now." She nodded and watched the Music Sensai as he waddled off stage.

At least this time he shuffled out of the way more quickly than he had come on, but still he was tortoise-like and, it was during this time that Sakura gained her composure enough to nod to each of them like she did at practice.


Meeting their eyes and finally able to steal some strength from them. It was like they all knew finally what she had known from the beginning. That this could do something to their lives, kill what they had. Sakura knew that it was vain, but she was finally feeling normal, minus the couple of times that her magic had come back and started effecting things. But she had a good life. Not popular, but liked.


They all knew now what they had gotten into. It made Sakura evilly happy. Now at least she had people with her that shared this bond of knowing. Knowing this could KILL them.


No death would come from this in a literal sense, but they were not all that popular and this could well make them on the same social level as Ted and his roller-blade juggling act. Ted could not juggle, nor could he roller blade, but he could fall on his face quite well.


So in this thrall, this moment of pure understanding and friendship, they stayed. A second, a moment, an eternity that would stay in their minds forever.


Sakura then turned when the connection broke, snapping her back into the fact they weren't alone, and a spotlight flashed into life upon them like a sun glowing with reassurances, telling them that it was time to face whatever came from this Talent Show. A show that so far was filled with little talent and lots of wishing to die and running away.


It was time. IT WAS TIME, she said and stepped to the microphone, into the center of one of the spotlights.
It was time.


Time to face the faces. Face the music, which seemed corny to her, but it kinda fit. But did she fit here. Here on stage that felt right and yet... could she be lying to herself. She swallowed her saliva and reached out a cold hand.


She touched the cold metal and felt something jolt like electricity from the mic. She had once felt that way: when she held her key and it became the staff.

That ripling tingle of fear and joy combining to form a current that made her close her eyes to revel in it, the simple wisdom that told her she was where she needed to be, something she rarely felt now that she had gotten rid of the magical aspect in her life.


Then, as if telling her that it was time to prove herself to the world, the music started. Naoko called out the song in a hushed voice, afraid to say anything to loud or else she felt the dream would fade away, and Meiling strummed her guitar for good luck and measure.


It was time.


The music started with soothingly familiarity. The tune came to life and Sakura smiled at the crowd with something close to angelic and was a little afraid of the strange confident that possessed her. Like she had melded with something beyond HERE and NOW.


People noticed this and saw instead of their late, friendly, distant yet somehow honestly open classmate, they instead saw someone without that loss in her eyes, without that control, and wanted to see her closer, wanted to hear what she would say.

Was the embodiment off all they wanted? Waving to the music they leaned closer and waited.


Taking a deep breath Sakura waited until her musical cue. Her heart grasped the emotions that were needed to make the song have life and then her indication to let go came with the sound of Meiling's guitar strum the notes and it was time to sing. And sing she did.


She opened her mouth and out came the words. Her voice found the melody and flowed down the magical trail it created like she'd done her whole life. Her mind faded from the stage and into someplace that was miles and millennia from the old gym's stage with the cracking pain and old faded wood.


She was in Paradise.


Her voice took the words someplace deep into the hearts of everyone in the room and there was a strange calm as everyone listened. No one spoke. This was something beyond the whispering that had occurred in most good acts, making sure they analyzed everything down to the way they had stood.


But something about this act made it so that people understood everything. You didn't notice the world around you as you listened to them.

And only they existed.

Only Sakura's voice was needed to sustain you.

Only her eyes were needed to hold your gaze.

Only her lips were the movement everyone wanted.


He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme, I know
He's as damned as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold
And if I tried to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain't right, it just ain't right
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?
He's magic and myth
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage that a soul should see
And do I try to change him?
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight, hold on tight
Oh 'cause I don't know...
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?
I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm waitin' for some kind of miracle
Waiting so long,
So long
He's soft to the touch
But frayed at the end he breaks
He's never enough
And still he's more than I can take
Oh 'cause I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?
He's beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster.
Beautiful...

Then it was over.

As soon as the last words had flown on silver beauty from her lips she was done and so was the spell. Shot back into the reality of Earth and the gravity that kept her body, if not her voice and dreams on the ground now, away from freedoms in the note-strewn sky.


A blush washed through her and Sakura felt lightheaded, dizzy, like she had done something that required a lot of energy. She stood her ground and felt her feet tingling, energy flowing into the ground. She swerved on her feet.


Then, as Time had decided to do before they were announced, he stood still, perfectly. Making the silence claw at her eyes, demanding tears of failure as payment.


Then, as if it had decided they had waited long enough, it awarded them by speeding forward, laughing from a distant as Silence died, trying so hard to flow away.


Pushing them forward into the storm of noise, the thunderous applause and the cheers that called out their names and the band causing a headache to form in Sakura's head.
Sakura felt a single tear flow down her cheek as she sought out Touya and wanted to whisper to get the car cause she wanted to leave and go home. She was tired.


Her hands tingling as the back of her neck was alive with her pulse. She didn't know what was wrong. But when she saw he wasn't looking at her she followed his gaze.

She was hurt that he wasn't looking at her but someone standing in the back of the gym.

Then she jerked, eyes open in shock. She wanted to rush towards the back of the gym, to embrace the figure standing there.

Standing and watching her.

The bright blaze that only she saw, well Touya too. But how? Touya had lost his powers long ago... but who cared. She started to move forward, unaware that the school was still clapping, standing on their feet to jump up and down and wave.


There was now faint glow and it resembled the face and body of a woman's elegance, maybe more angelic in her magical posture.

But she was fading out.

Sakura wanted to scream, but knew vaguely that she wouldn't be heard.

Then 'She' was gone.

Sakura stomped her feet and wished she had rushed back there and made the figure stop. Touya turned and started to clap as if he had never turned to look at the womanly shimmer in the back of the Gym.

He seemed deep in thought though.


Sakura's stomach started hurting.

She wanted out of here. But the world had crowded around the stage. Actually cheering her on. "Sakura" some called as others stood with the voices raised to the beauty of Meiling's guitar and Tommie's keyboard and some Naoko's drumming. She wanted to get away, but she was trapped. She felt claustrophobic and didn't know why she needed to run out of there and to someplace other than here and now.


Then she was embraced in the arms of her friends and she was smiling, smiling as she forced herself to focus on them. But she didn't have time to debate on the feelings of joy at their accomplishment that raged through her heart, because she sensed something that she hadn't in a long time.

It tugged at her for attention, this powerful Aura.

Then something else came onto her unused radar. Something that made her tense. Made Tommie ask her what was wrong. Made her face turn to a mask of dislike, distant eyes.


Something BIG was coming and as she looked out over the crowd she saw someone familiar glancing back at her, eyes filled with joy. Someone she hadn't seen in a long time, nor wanted to. He lifted a hand to wave and looked like he wanted to embrace her.


A guy swept her up in a hug, Derek her chem lab partner. The boy widened his eyes and they were filled with hate for the boy. Like he wanted to wave a hand and light him on fire. She shook her head and his mind reached out for hers. She gave into the temptation and sent a mental shock his way. LEAVE ME ALONE. She said and turned away from him as a voice drowned out her concentration.


"Sakura, we did it!" Meiling screamed and then seemed to feel something, because she turned to gaze into the crowd and then shook off the feeling.


"Uh.. Yeah we did." And a smile crept over Sakura's face as the feeling of uneasiness flowed out of her, along with the mental connection to the bastard who had decide NOW was the PERFECT time to SHOW UP. She pushed away the pained thoughts of the boy.


She felt deep inside her that she should be worried, but she didn't want to, didn't want to believe that there was something about to happen. The dark, flinging destiny of Magic she knew that had caught up with her was far from her plans, the plans that she had made.


Screw destiny, its great plan for her. She wanted a Pink Destiny, and if the world didn't like that, then they were out of luck, cause she had none to spare.

Dit is het Einde van deze Chappie.
(This is the End of this Chappie) (Above is Dutch)