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     1.4 +Disclaimer: Neither of us owns BSSM or CCS, though I'm sure we’d be happy if 
     1.5 +we did. ^.^; This is a collaboration by Nabiki_S and Forever3330…hoping you 
     1.6 +enjoy it!!
     1.7 +
     1.8 +Kawaii Getsurin~~A Cardcaptor Sakura Fanfiction
     1.9 +
    1.10 +By Forever3330 and Nabiki_S
    1.11 +
    1.12 +Prologue
    1.13 +
    1.14 +“Time...just what is time? Is it a matter with which can be manipulated and 
    1.15 +sculpted by the mortal world? Or does it pass us by for the sake of human 
    1.16 +destruction? Time has always been against mankind since the beginning..." 
    1.17 +The pondering voice emerged from within a darkened room. A glint of 
    1.18 +reflection burst through from a set of spectacles upon the speaker, who's 
    1.19 +voice was in hushed tones.
    1.20 + 
    1.21 +He rose from the seat of treated leather and made his way across the 
    1.22 +blackened room, and grasped at a thick curtain, "No...time is a mere figment 
    1.23 +of a mass imaginative state which has bound this world. And this will change 
    1.24 +soon enough." Drawing back the curtain, that individual was greeted with a 
    1.25 +blinding light from the mid-day sky. It was such a change that he had to 
    1.26 +shield his eyes to peer out upon the sky scrapers of Tokyo.
    1.27 + 
    1.28 +The pane of glass slid to the left as he stepped out onto the patio, which 
    1.29 +was high above the traffic-ridden city. Walking slow and deliberate toward 
    1.30 +the edge he removed his glasses and wiped them off with a square of cloth 
    1.31 +he'd always kept within his shirt pocket, "Ahhh...Tokyo City. A place of 
    1.32 +commerce and life. Millions of people all blind to the Earth's true nature. 
    1.33 +How insignificant and pathetic these creatures of evolution are. Totally 
    1.34 +unaware of the crushing defeat they we're about to receive..."
    1.35 + 
    1.36 +He gripped the ledge and hung his head over the rail, allowing the wind to 
    1.37 +blow his short cut blue hair in random directions. "It's a pity, really. If 
    1.38 +perhaps there was one to inform them of their impending doom...maybe...just 
    1.39 +maybe they would stand a chance of survival. It's a shame that the only 
    1.40 +heroes in this world are two dimensional characters on a television 
    1.41 +screen..."
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    1.43 +