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1 Disclaimer: Neither of us owns BSSM or CCS, though I'm sure we’d be happy if
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2 we did. ^.^; This is a collaboration by Nabiki_S and Forever3330…hoping you
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3 enjoy it!!
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4
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5 Kawaii Getsurin~~A Cardcaptor Sakura Fanfiction
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6
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7 By Forever3330 and Nabiki_S
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8
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9 Prologue
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10
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11 “Time...just what is time? Is it a matter with which can be manipulated and
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12 sculpted by the mortal world? Or does it pass us by for the sake of human
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13 destruction? Time has always been against mankind since the beginning..."
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14 The pondering voice emerged from within a darkened room. A glint of
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15 reflection burst through from a set of spectacles upon the speaker, who's
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16 voice was in hushed tones.
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17
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18 He rose from the seat of treated leather and made his way across the
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19 blackened room, and grasped at a thick curtain, "No...time is a mere figment
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20 of a mass imaginative state which has bound this world. And this will change
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21 soon enough." Drawing back the curtain, that individual was greeted with a
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22 blinding light from the mid-day sky. It was such a change that he had to
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23 shield his eyes to peer out upon the sky scrapers of Tokyo.
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24
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25 The pane of glass slid to the left as he stepped out onto the patio, which
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26 was high above the traffic-ridden city. Walking slow and deliberate toward
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27 the edge he removed his glasses and wiped them off with a square of cloth
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28 he'd always kept within his shirt pocket, "Ahhh...Tokyo City. A place of
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29 commerce and life. Millions of people all blind to the Earth's true nature.
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30 How insignificant and pathetic these creatures of evolution are. Totally
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31 unaware of the crushing defeat they we're about to receive..."
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32
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33 He gripped the ledge and hung his head over the rail, allowing the wind to
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34 blow his short cut blue hair in random directions. "It's a pity, really. If
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35 perhaps there was one to inform them of their impending doom...maybe...just
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36 maybe they would stand a chance of survival. It's a shame that the only
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37 heroes in this world are two dimensional characters on a television
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38 screen..."
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