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