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rlm@0: we did. ^.^; This is a collaboration by Nabiki_S and Forever3330…hoping you 
rlm@0: enjoy it!! Again!!
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Kawaii Getsurin~~A Cardcaptor Sakura Fanfiction
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: By Forever3330 and Nabiki_S
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Chapter One: She's so Kawaii!
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Long, slender fingers traced an invisible pattern on the armrest of a 
rlm@0: cushioned chair, crimson in color, seated inside of the Principal's office. 
rlm@0: A tall girl, perhaps sixteen in age, regarded her mother and the Principal 
rlm@0: with calm sapphire eyes. She had once been told her eyes were a shade born 
rlm@0: of the mating of sky and sea, but Tomoyo did not think of herself in such 
rlm@0: ways. It was just her mother's affection, whenever the older woman had the 
rlm@0: chance to give it.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Chuckling to herself as the adults spoke, the ebony-haired girl stood 
rlm@0: quietly, walking over to the window, locking her hands behind her, gazing 
rlm@0: out the glass. It was like a different world, in Tokyo. Where she had come 
rlm@0: from...London, as her mother had been working there for perhaps five years 
rlm@0: now, it was very different. It was odd to hear her native language all the 
rlm@0: time, but a great relief, then almost musical sounds falling to her like 
rlm@0: water did to one who was thirsty.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Tomoyo raised her hand to the glass, resting it there gently. The sun was 
rlm@0: bright today...she didn't like it. It was too perfect, too calm. The kind of 
rlm@0: day that was made to be broken. But for now, she would like it. A face that 
rlm@0: was not her own gazed back, reflected in the mirror, and smiled, a small 
rlm@0: smile. The girl finally smiled, softly, and the face smiled back brightly, 
rlm@0: fading away to her own reflection. Mirror was too worried.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "Daidouji-san." A voice, from behind her. Oh. Another teacher. "Follow me. 
rlm@0: I'll take you to Terada-sensei's room."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Nodding vaguely, Tomoyo followed. She wasn't sure what she passed on the 
rlm@0: way, lost in her own thoughts, but felt a small tug on her right hand, which 
rlm@0: was resting on her schoolbag as she walked. A small, black cat stared up at 
rlm@0: her, then pointed to where she normally kept crackers. Tomoyo gave a nod, 
rlm@0: before the man in front of her stopped. She looked up, and he pointed to a 
rlm@0: door, walking away.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Door could do so much for one. They were a way into life, a way into change. 
rlm@0: What did this door hold? Smiling at her own thoughts, Tomoyo reached out as 
rlm@0: the black cat went back into her bag, and pulled the door open.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: The typical boredom had kicked in, and that usually ment, the balancing the 
rlm@0: pencil on her finger trick. Sitting by the open window, Sakura sighed to 
rlm@0: herself, while watching the beautiful scene outside. Quietly to herself, as 
rlm@0: the pencil fell from her finger, "Great...a perfect day to be out and 
rlm@0: blading, and here I am...trying to figure out what compound fractures can do 
rlm@0: to fulfil my life in the future...pfft...I can say this much, it ain't gonna 
rlm@0: be an everyday event, that's for sure."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "Huh?" The classroom door opened up and Sakura's head turned towards it to 
rlm@0: see what was up, and hoping for some form of interruption for this lame 
rlm@0: amount of learning. And when she saw it was a new student, she figured it 
rlm@0: would at least constitute a limited disruption...at least for ten minutes or 
rlm@0: so.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Mr. Terada looked away from the black board for a moment and smiled 
rlm@0: politely, "Well now...who do we have here?" He placed the chalk down and 
rlm@0: walked over to Tomoyo, "Hello there, you must be Miss Daidouji, yes? I've 
rlm@0: been expecting you."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: The girl smiled. It was small, silent, and calm, as she was. "Hai. I am 
rlm@0: Daidouji Tomoyo. You are Terada-sensei...? Ah...where should I sit?" 
rlm@0: Tomoyo's voice was low and musical, and one would have to strain to hear it 
rlm@0: if it had been noisy. But it was not. The classroom was hot, silent, thick 
rlm@0: with the boredom she herself was familiar with, though she would never admit 
rlm@0: it. Her eyes slid off the teacher, smile in place, and roamed the classroom.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: A few boys and girls smiled at her, and she smiled back, ever polite, eyes 
rlm@0: catching on a few of the more energetic. At the end of her examination of 
rlm@0: the classroom, Tomoyo found herself looking into a pair of eyes of a green 
rlm@0: she had never quite seen. They were not emerald, as many would say, but soft 
rlm@0: and warm and alive. Like a forest, growing. Emeralds were hard gems. These 
rlm@0: eyes might be gems, but they were by no means hard.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Yoshiyuki Terada nodded toward Tomoyo and gestured towards the end of an 
rlm@0: isle of desks, "Well, if you don't mind...you can take a seat next to Miss 
rlm@0: Kinomoto." He thanked the teacher that had escorted Tomoyo to the class and 
rlm@0: then asked the young girl something before she got to her seat, "Perhaps 
rlm@0: you'd like to introduce yourself to the class first though? If not...that's 
rlm@0: fine too."
rlm@0: The green eyes that Tomoyo had found fixed on were attached to the rather 
rlm@0: fair skinned Kinomoto Sakura. She was smiling warmly towards the new girl 
rlm@0: and even gave a slight nod as Terada Sensei motioned towards the seat next 
rlm@0: to her's. She thought it was about time that someone would take that seat, 
rlm@0: having been without someone to whisper to in quite some time. Sakura then 
rlm@0: reached down to pick up the pencil that had dropped from her desk, not 
rlm@0: wanting Tomoyo to trip on it.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: A blush spread across the pale girl's cheeks, slightly ashamed for having 
rlm@0: been the least bit rude. She bowed slightly to the class. "I am Daidouji 
rlm@0: Tomoyo, just here from London...I was born here, though." Not quite knowing 
rlm@0: what to say about herself, the heiress smiled and walked to the empty desk, 
rlm@0: gracefully. A good number of boys, and a few girls, gave Sakura glares, as 
rlm@0: the girl settled herself into the seat and Terada began his lesson again, 
rlm@0: this time accompanied by whispers and notes passing about the room.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "Thank you for allowing me to sit here." Tomoyo's voice, low, to the girl 
rlm@0: beside her, as she searched for something in her bag, carefully around the 
rlm@0: hidden creature.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Straightening up and placing the pencil back in the fold of her text book, 
rlm@0: Sakura smiled brightly and quietly replied, "Not a problem. I've been dieing 
rlm@0: to have someone to talk to...errr...not that Terada Sensei's class is 
rlm@0: boring. But, you know...it's good to have someone to talk to." Sakura wasn't 
rlm@0: opposed to Terada at all...just when it came to math that she suddenly felt 
rlm@0: a distaste for the classroom environment.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "So, you're from London England...that's so cool. It must have been 
rlm@0: wonderful there, right?" She wasn't particularly overtly interested in 
rlm@0: Europe, but the thought of living anywhere but here, tickled her greatly. 
rlm@0: "If you need any catch up notes or what-nots...just let me know. I have most 
rlm@0: of them here and you're free to borrow them whenever you want them." Sakura 
rlm@0: was half paying attention towards what Terada was writing in the black 
rlm@0: board, but was more focused on her new classmate.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Tomoyo couldn't help but smile warmly. For once there was someone who wasn't 
rlm@0: asking about...
rlm@0: "London? Isn't that where Kawaii M is?!" A glasses-wearing girl leaned 
rlm@0: around Sakura, whispering in an excited voice, amber eyes sparking. "Ah, 
rlm@0: she's the coolest!"
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "Yes, Kawai M was thereabouts. I don't..." How best to handle this? "Know 
rlm@0: much about her. I mean, I've seen the news, and pictures, but it's not as if 
rlm@0: she went out of her way to speak to an ordinary girl like me. Ah...do you 
rlm@0: mind if I ask your names?"
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "Oh. Sorry! Yanagisawa Naoko. Rika-chan is the girl behind me and two seats 
rlm@0: over, but don't bother looking. She's taking notes, probably. That's Chiharu 
rlm@0: behind Miss Kinomoto," Naoko's voice was lightly teasing. "And that's about 
rlm@0: it."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: The girl arched one eyebrow, then turned to look at 'Miss Kinomoto'.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Sakura nodded, as if confirming Naoko's introductions, "Yeah...that's the 
rlm@0: gang, so-to-speak." She then felt alittle stupid, when the mentioning of 
rlm@0: Kawaii M was made, "Umm...question? Who or what is Kawaii M?" obviously not 
rlm@0: one up with modern news, Sakura had no idea what Naoko was going on 
rlm@0: about...which wasn't all that surprising. The girl had always confused or 
rlm@0: creeped out Sakura with her odd tales and para-media quips.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: She had hoped that Tomoyo wasn't going to think poorly of her ignorance, or 
rlm@0: perhaps it was obscure knowledge and it wouldn't make Sakura look too 
rlm@0: poorly. She then made an after thought that perhaps she should've just 
rlm@0: smiled and acted like she knew what they were talking about. Too late for 
rlm@0: that, she guessed.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: About to answer, Tomoyo was cut off by Naoko, who's eyes were shining 
rlm@0: brightly. "Kawaii M is only the super hero ever!!! She fights the 
rlm@0: paranormal, all while looking good! Well, I mean, she gets messed up after 
rlm@0: battles, but oh gods! She is the BEST! Sakura-chan, haven't you watched the 
rlm@0: news lately?"
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "Sakura-chan. So that's your name. Cherry blossom." Tomoyo wasn't heard by 
rlm@0: Naoko.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "Anyways, Chiharu-chan knows more about it, don't you Chiharu-chan?!" Naoko 
rlm@0: leaned over, more quiet now that she was done.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Chiharu looked up at the mention of her name and then smiled, "Hai, I've 
rlm@0: been keeping paper clippings...hold on," she then pulled open her back pack 
rlm@0: and fumbled around till she finally pulled out a slim binder and handed it 
rlm@0: to Naoko, "Oh, I'm sorry, Mihara Chiharu...it's a pleasure to meet you miss 
rlm@0: Daidouji. In there are all of the events that the media have covered on 
rlm@0: Kawaii M. Well, as much as they've released here in Japan. Two of those 
rlm@0: clippings I had to pull off of the internet."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Sakura blushed as Tomoyo said her name, though wasn't sure why...perhaps it 
rlm@0: was the way she had said it, "Yeah, Kinomoto Sakura...but I like your name 
rlm@0: much better, Tomoyo-chan just chimes nicely. Errr...I mean, Tomoyo-san. 
rlm@0: Sorry..." She then bent over to look at the binder that Naoko was looking 
rlm@0: through. "Ohhh...you're right. She is pretty."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "Tomoyo-chan is fine, if I am permitted to call you Sakura-chan." She would 
rlm@0: look wonderful in some of those costumes, Tomoyo thought, thinking. She 
rlm@0: wasn't paying attention to the binder much, though the other three were. She 
rlm@0: was watching the brunette. "Ah, nice to meet you as well, Chiharu-san. Your 
rlm@0: clippings are...very extensive."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: And slightly scary, the ebony-haired girl though silently. "You think she's 
rlm@0: pretty?" Tomoyo felt a flush rise in her cheeks.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: The green eyed girl tilted her head slightly as she was reading over Naoko's 
rlm@0: shoulder now, and then looked back at Tomoyo, smiling. "She is...not too 
rlm@0: many people could pull off an out-fit like that and look good in it. But, 
rlm@0: she's done it perfectly. I guess, hence the name Kawaii..." Sakura then sat 
rlm@0: back down after Terada Sensei glanced in her direction, though said nothing. 
rlm@0: She got the point quick enough without a word and nodded apologetically.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Sakura then looked back at Tomoyo, "Well then, Tomoyo-chan it is. And I like 
rlm@0: Sakura-chan, so that's fine." She took notice that the new girl wasn't too 
rlm@0: interested in Chiharu's collection, and figured it was cause she's seen it 
rlm@0: all first hand in the local papers of London. Probably old news to her.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Chiharu piped up, "I've been hoisting a fan site for her...though I really 
rlm@0: could use some better pictures to use. News print doesn't scan too well." 
rlm@0: She then reached back to take the binder from Naoko, "We should put that 
rlm@0: away before we get into trouble. I really don't want it taken away from me 
rlm@0: again."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Tomoyo sweat dropped. "I could...see if I can find some for you...sometime. 
rlm@0: You're EverGreener? I think I've seen the site." She smiled all the time, 
rlm@0: though this was slightly over the top. Sakura seemed interested, though. She 
rlm@0: probably found the superhero exotic or the like. It was odd to even think 
rlm@0: about the website...it even guessed at Kawaii M's vital statistics, and was 
rlm@0: quite possibly the best site out there for the new hero.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "When's lunch period...?" Naoko groaned as the pictures and clippings were 
rlm@0: taken away, looking depressed. "I can't wait for the horror to end. Or art. 
rlm@0: I hear we're pairing up for the photography unit. You wanna be with me, 
rlm@0: Chiharu-chan? Or are you still waiting to see who else comes 'round. I think 
rlm@0: Rika-chan is paired with Kamirko-chan."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Chiharu put the binder away in her pack, "You could do that for me, Tomoyo? 
rlm@0: Wow, that's great...I'd even give you mention on the site for that," and 
rlm@0: then grinned at Naoko, "No, we can do it together, Na-chan. I think we work 
rlm@0: pretty good together actually." She then went back to topping up her math 
rlm@0: notes that they had missed cause of the conversation. Grumbling about the 
rlm@0: work as much as Sakura was previously.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Sakura sighed and figured her had to get back to work as well, but the 
rlm@0: mention of the photography assignment had caught her attention, and she then 
rlm@0: realized that she didn't have a partner either. "Hmm...Tomoyo-chan? Would 
rlm@0: you like to work with me on that project? I mean..." she lowered her head, 
rlm@0: being somewhat embarrassed, "...I just didn't have a partner, and 
rlm@0: figured...seeing how you didn't either...you know, I...well, it would be a 
rlm@0: great way for us to get to know each other, right?" She sort of perked up at 
rlm@0: the last part, "I love making new friends, and I'm sure we'd get along just 
rlm@0: swell."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Tomoyo smiled birghtly, leaning over on her desk as she replied. "I think so 
rlm@0: as well, Sakura-chan. Besides which, I think you'd make a good model. I like 
rlm@0: photography, actually. It's always been a hobby of mine. And I think I'm 
rlm@0: decent at it, enough not to shock anyone with the horror, at least." She 
rlm@0: giggled at this. "Is this an in school project, or out of school?"
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: The mention of her being a good model caught Sakura off guard and even 
rlm@0: caused Rika to raise her head from her notes taking. "Errr...huh? Me? A 
rlm@0: model? Not likely...I don't think I'm model material...that stuff kinda 
rlm@0: requires abit of beauty and grace...two serious requirements that arn't in 
rlm@0: my favour. But...thank you, that was nice of you to say." She then flipped 
rlm@0: open one of her note books and read over the assignment, "Hmm...says here, 
rlm@0: that it's kind of an artsy thingy. So, I'm guessing where ever you can point 
rlm@0: a camera. In school or out...doesn't really matter as long as it's done with 
rlm@0: proper lighting, focal points and mood settings involved."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Sakura handed over her notes on the project to Tomoyo and bent over next to 
rlm@0: her, pointing out the various requirements, "See? It doesn't say where it 
rlm@0: gets done..." She then looked up at her new classmate with a kind smile, 
rlm@0: "You like taking pictures, huh? Too cool. Maybe you can teach me a few 
rlm@0: things...I tend to always mess up the exposures."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Terada looked over to the two, after taking notice that Sakura had moved 
rlm@0: closer to Tomoyo. He then smiled seeing that Sakura was actually pointng out 
rlm@0: an up-coming project paper to the new girl and went back to finishing up the 
rlm@0: lesson. "...and that's why the common denominator is always followed 
rlm@0: with..."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "Anywhere?!" The first time in ages she'd even had time to think of such a 
rlm@0: thing. "I think the park would be nice...all the flowers are blooming, and 
rlm@0: the Sakura trees as well. Maybe even in a kimono..." Tomoyo touched her hand 
rlm@0: to her cheek, eyes glazed over. "Oh, I think you'd look nice in a nice blue 
rlm@0: one...fabrics are endless...what kind of embroidery, though? I think maybe 
rlm@0: suns...suns and stars...dragons? Hmm. So maybe brighter colors..." She 
rlm@0: trailed off, smiling dreamily. "We should go to the store after school! I 
rlm@0: still remember where it is, I think."
rlm@0: Naoko was staring. It was hard to take in. Although Sakura was entergetic, 
rlm@0: cheerful, and always smiling, she was hardly graceful. She generally caught 
rlm@0: the baton on her head and nose and anywhere but her hands fifty percent of 
rlm@0: the time in cheerleading, and she'd been doing that for quite a while. 
rlm@0: "Um...model?"
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "Yes! Don't you see it?" Tomoyo turned, excited. "It's perfect!!"
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Sakura sat back in her chair as her cheeks went all rose coloured from 
rlm@0: embarrassment and some-what shock. "Errr...I don't know...I've never really 
rlm@0: done anything like this before." She then caught the mention of hit a store 
rlm@0: afterwards, "Umm...wouldn't that be expensive? I really can't afford 
rlm@0: that...not that i don't want to, but...." She really didn't know Tomoyo 
rlm@0: would get so enthusiastic about this project...it was suppose to be a simple 
rlm@0: picture shoot to show creativity. But the way she was going on, it sounded 
rlm@0: like she wanted to open a photo studio.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "Ummm...perfect?" A sweat drop ran down her forehead, "I don't know if I'd 
rlm@0: say perfect...I'm just..."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Rika final said something after quietly listening to the conversation, "Oh, 
rlm@0: I don't know Sakura-chan. Perhaps you could be a model? I think you should 
rlm@0: give it a try." The green eyed girl looked at Rika with abit of surprise, 
rlm@0: "You choose NOW to say something?" Rika giggled and then went back to her 
rlm@0: gazing lovingly at Terada Sensei.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "You're perfect." Tomoyo's voice was confident. "Don't worry about supplies. 
rlm@0: I can get them. Okaa-san doesn't mind funding my hobbies, so long as I 
rlm@0: complete them." She smiled at the girl, both hands on her cheeks, reddening 
rlm@0: as costume ideas flooded her mind. "Oh! I can see you in sooooooooo many 
rlm@0: different things! Sakura-chan at the aquarium! Sakura-chan at the beach! Ah, 
rlm@0: this'll be fun! School is wonderful!! It'll be just so absolutely perfectly 
rlm@0: KAWAII!!"
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "Erm, Tomoyo-san--" Naoko was beginning to think this girl was more 
rlm@0: obsessive then herself, in about three minutes of knowing her. What had 
rlm@0: happened to the quiet girl of about two minutes ago?
rlm@0: "Sakura-chan will make a wonderful model! Even her ears are adorable!"
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Instinctually Sakura covered her ears, "My ears?...a...adorable?" The poor 
rlm@0: girl was now getting out right embarrassed as some of the other students 
rlm@0: were catching wind of this little talk, and more notes were being passed 
rlm@0: around the classroom. Kinomoto was fully aware what was on those notes too, 
rlm@0: and this caused her to shy away more so, "I...umm...arigato 
rlm@0: Tomoyo-chan...domo ...errr...but, don't you think...umm? Don't you think me 
rlm@0: on the beach, at the aquarium, and...my ears are alittle much?"
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: She was beginning to think this new girl was alittle too friendly, though it 
rlm@0: was incredibly flattering to say the least. Sakura couldn't quite place it, 
rlm@0: but there was something about Tomoyo that seemed so darn familiar...perhaps 
rlm@0: it was her face, or her smile, or her voice...but something seemed to dig 
rlm@0: into Sakura psyche deeply. And the praise she was getting from the girl was 
rlm@0: making Sakura feel...funny. If it wasn't for the crowds of students 
rlm@0: near-by...she felt that it wouldn't be that uncomfortable.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Giggling as the other girl turned red, Tomoyo smiled. This felt familiar, 
rlm@0: like she'd done so before. She knew this girl, it seemed. And it was hard 
rlm@0: not to keep hyperventilating on the uber-kawaiiness of Sakura, but she was 
rlm@0: starting to get weird looks, and that would hardly do. Though she had always 
rlm@0: been somewhat eccentric, off in her own little world. And the whispering was 
rlm@0: growing in volume, possibly about her, but that didn't much matter.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "Gomenasai, Sakura-chan. I guess it's just that you were right, is all." She 
rlm@0: smiled sweetly, tilting her head so it seemed as if her hair were violet in 
rlm@0: the light. "We get along swell."
rlm@0: Sakura's mouth was partially open as she was looking at Tomoyo in a new 
rlm@0: light, though somewhat still in shock, "Umm...yeah. Exactly my 
rlm@0: point...sorta." She then straightened up and looked down at her books, 
rlm@0: noticing that she's missed the entire last part of the lesson and sighed in 
rlm@0: grief, "Ohhh, man..."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Terada Sensei was just wiping off the board and then turned around, "Okay 
rlm@0: class, now I'm sure that wasn't so bad. I'll expect those papers to be 
rlm@0: finished by tomorrow, and just a reminder. The photography assignment study 
rlm@0: is due for next Monday, so I hope that you all have setup partners, and if 
rlm@0: not, I'll assign partners tomorrow for the remainders of you all." He then 
rlm@0: brushed off his hands and bowed, "Class dismissed..." He said this just as 
rlm@0: the bell rang out as if he was timing it in his head.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Sakura began packing up her books and supplies slowly, still thinking about 
rlm@0: all of the ideas Tomoyo had stated. And then she smiled to herself, 
rlm@0: picturing herself wearing the kimono with bright enwrapping dragons and 
rlm@0: cherry blossoms. "Hmm...that would look nice, I do admit." The rest of the 
rlm@0: class also began to pack up, making the odd comment of the new girl and her 
rlm@0: rather vocal expressions towards Kinomoto.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Smiling as she left, Tomoyo spent what was left of the day thinking about 
rlm@0: her ideas, and sketching. It'd been a while since she'd done such things, 
rlm@0: and she was generally cheerful about it. Sakura was in most of her classes, 
rlm@0: but it didn't take long to get the hang of drawing her, after three periods 
rlm@0: of staring.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Now there was just the problem of finding the girl. Standing by the school 
rlm@0: gates, where a slight breeze lessened the heavy heat of the day, Tomoyo 
rlm@0: waited for the other girl, watchful.
rlm@0: As Sakura left the confines of the school, she stopped to strap on her 
rlm@0: roller blades on the front steps. And it didn't take her long to throw her 
rlm@0: school bag over her one shoulder and shoes over her other, "Wow...what an 
rlm@0: interesting day, and here I thought it would be boring."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: She skated up to the school gates and saw Tomoyo waiting there. "Oh my...was 
rlm@0: she actually serious about shopping after school?" Sakura hadn't taken her 
rlm@0: entirely serious before, and even now, thought that maybe Tomoyo just wanted 
rlm@0: someone to walk home with. "Hi Tomoyo-chan!" She waved as she rolled up to 
rlm@0: the long haired girl. "Are you waiting for me?"
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "Of course, Sakura-chan!" The raven-haired girl smiled sweetly. "We're going 
rlm@0: shopping, remember? I still know the way to my favorite craft store, and it 
rlm@0: should have everything I need. Or is there something else you need to do?" 
rlm@0: Her brow creased, worried. "I don't want to keep you from getting things 
rlm@0: done."
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: And if she ever should, it would be very, very bad. Doing such a 
rlm@0: thing...deserved nothing.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: Sakura shook her head, "Nope...it you wanna look around for stuff at the 
rlm@0: craft store, I'd be glad to go with ya!" A sparkled smile came forth from 
rlm@0: Sakura as she stopped rolling right at Tomoyo, and then a crack caused her 
rlm@0: to stumble abit, and had to take a hold of the classmate's shoulder to 
rlm@0: steady herself, "Errr...sorry about that. Okay...so where to?"
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: She was rather surprised...she hardly ever stumbled before on her skates. In 
rlm@0: fact she was a rather good roller blader, but she figured mistakes happen.
rlm@0: 
rlm@0: "It's just across from the Grudenten Cafe. You know of it? It was quite 
rlm@0: popular last I was here." Tomoyo smiled, steadying her classmate as she 
rlm@0: looked up slightly, the skates making Sakura taller. "The craft store is 
rlm@0: small, but it has a good selection." It wasn't as if she were surprised; 
rlm@0: Sakura had the tendency to be less the graceful at times. But she seemed to 
rlm@0: be graceful to Tomoyo, almost all the time, just slightly distracted. It was 
rlm@0: odd, already, that she wasn't.
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rlm@0: Nodding cheerfully, Sakura knew exactly where that was, though never knew 
rlm@0: there was a craft shop across from it, "Okay..." she began skating at 
rlm@0: walking speed, sometimes backwards to face Tomoyo directly and other times, 
rlm@0: just beside the young girl.
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rlm@0: It didn't take the two long to get where they were going, and Sakura found 
rlm@0: Tomoyo's presence rather soothing, in an odd way. Like they've been friends 
rlm@0: forever. Without the crowd of the students, Sakura was able to be herself, 
rlm@0: and didn't mind the raven-haired girl's rather eccentric ways.
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