Composed by deko
Translated bt Yuki Neco
Ancient Japan, in Yakoku, there were pit dwellings studded along the hill. The village was encircled by a canal, and the center was the turret.
In one of those dwellings, Dai badly injured was laid on a straw mat on the ground. Wizard Geso was casting a spell, croaching toward Dai’s chest. A magic circle was glowing around him.
“Life!” At his command, a card turned into its visible form, showing its complicated crest. No sooner had the card floated just above Dai’s head than he was illuminated by the same glow as that from the magic circle, and his heart resumed beating.
“Sorry. It’s no good you’re dead just right now,” muttered Geso.
Dai was enclosed by a bright halo, and his gashes were closing on their own. He gradually gained his color before waking up himself.
Tomoeda, 21st century, the same hill had turned into a residencial area except little wasteland left at the corner.
Sakura and Syaoran were in a grocery store, shopping for the breakfast next day.
“Thanks for helping me today,” Sakura said to Syaoran.
“That’s OK. Anyway, I gotta get back to the topic we were talking about.”
“Yeah, I guess so. The guy named Geso, from your family?” Sakura
said picking up a pack of seafood.
“You mean it’s just a pun?” Syoaran rolled his eyes, when
the customers around them were slightly giggling.
“You mean the guy was...” gasped Sakura.
“You’re right. Because he was one of Clow Reed’s cousins,
that means he was as eccentric as Clow.”
Deeply into the conversation, two of them hardly noticed that they already arrived at the porch of Sakura’s house. Syaoran gasped at the moment he found Touya glaring at him.
“Hey, you come in,” Sakura pulled Syaoran by the hand to the
front door.
“Hey, I am leaving,” Syaoran said.
At the porch, Touya was glaring at Syaoran nervous from being taken into the house.
“Uh, hi there...” said Syaoran.
Touya sighed, “Yeah.”
Fujitaka dressed in a suit came to the front door, saying, “Welcome back, our guests will arrive soon,” when he found Syaoran.
Syaoran blushed from nervousness, parhaps because he was nervous meeting his father-in-low-to-be. Sakura handed her grocery bag to her father when she stepped into the house.
“Acutally, Sakura,” Fujitaka started, “the guest we’re having
today is your great-grandfather. I heard from him that he wanted
to meet you guys today.”
“My great-granddad. When’ll he be here?” asked Sakura.
“It’s about time,” Fujitaka, looking in his daugher’s eyes, added,
“Remember, you are Sakura Kinomoto.”
Then Touya teased her, “Remember to behave yourself in front of our
great-granddad, at least, kaijuu.”
“Grrr, I’m not a kaijuu!” Sakura barked up to Touya, but she found
Syaoran being astonished then she turned red from embarrassment.
Fujitaka welcomed Syoran into the house, who had been left alone for some minutes, “Please come on in. Long time no see.”
Back in her room, Sakura was in thought looking in turn at her best clothes put on the bed side by side. The Hope and Kero sitting on the bed are seeing how it was going on.
“She’s thinking for half an hour. No matter which she chooses,
it’s all the same,” the
Hope muttered.
“Impossible to understand how a girl feels about...” Before he
could finish his words, the Hope stifled him covering his mouth
as Sakura still looked like she’s thinking seriously.
“Say, Kero,” Sakura asked, “who am I supposed to be?”
“You’re about to meet your great-granddad, aren’t you?” He floated up to
Sakura, who was deep in thought.
He continued, “You are you, Sakura, the Cardcaptor, the mistress
of the Sakura Cards, and besides, you’re Professor Fujitaka Kinomoto’s
daughter.”
“I am Sakura,” she remembered what her father said, “Yeah, right!”
Sakura changed into her school uniform, and left her room in a determined look.
Syaoran is sitting still in a sofa in the living room, as if he was in a place he doesn’t belong to.
“I knew it from the first place,” Touya struck up, “that
you two would get along well.”
“You mean you foresaw it?” asked Syaoran.
“Yeah, currently I can’t,” Touya replied, “but too bad I can’t
forget what I once foresaw."
At this time, there was a ring on the doorbell.
“Yeah, here they come,” said Touya.
When the front door opened, a cute girl stepped in the house.
“Konnichiwa,” it was Tomoyo, then Sakura was astounded as Tomoyo was in her school uniform, too.
Standing behind her was Sonimi Daidouji, greeting, “Hello, everyone.”
She opened the door even wider, and waved her hand to take in someone waiting outside. Then an old man was slowly walking up the steps with a cane. Sakura was open-mouthed at the signt of the old man reminding her of the summer resort from four years before.
She played tennis with him, and had conversation over a cup of tea. As soon as she released the Rain Card, a beautiful rainbow appeared in the summer sky, striding over the villa.“Oh, no!” Tomoyo cried out, making the others gasp.
It was that the cane slipped and the old man staggered. At the next moment, Sakura and Syaoran swiftly dashed to catch him, but it was too hard for the two junior high school students to hold back the nearly collaping old man. They were half beginning to fall together... when Touya held the old man back safe. Sonomi breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and Tomoyo troted toward him.
“Thank you, my great-grandchildren,” whispered Masaki, the old man.
“Hoe? Great-” Sakura looked at everyone around her in turn.
“That means all of us,” Touya explained, “All of us but this brat
are his great-grandkids.”
“That’s right. Sakura, Tomoyo, and Touya, you all are his great-grandchildren,”
complemented Sonomi.
Almost stunned, Sakura looked at Tomoyo, who nodded back at her. The old man looked at the two girls in uniforms.
Reading their nameplates, “Tomoyo Daidouji, Sakura Kinomoto, and Touya Kinomoto,” he gently greeted, “Pleased to meet you all, I am Masaki Amamiya.” He showed a sophisticated politeness and gracefulness, when he spotted an unfamiliar boy among them.
“This is Sakura’s boyfriend, great-grandpa,” introduced Tomoyo.
“He’s Syaoran Li,” followed Sakura.
“Nice to meet you, Syaoran,” Masaki took his big hand out to him.
Syaoan said, “Nice to meet you,” shaking hands, when he was
deeply nervous.
“We are glad to meet you here,” Fujitaka welcomed him smiling.
“Yes, Nadeshiko’s chilren are great. Thank you.”
Sakura, Syaoran, and Tomoyo came in Sakura’s room with tea and snack.
“Amazing. I didn’t know we were relatives!” Sakura said in a surprise.
“To me,” Tomoyo slowly spoke, “I knew it since you transferred in
in our elementary school days. But sorry, I decided not to mention because of
my mom.”
Kero commented, “That’s the small world,” when he took the
cake that was served for Syaoran.
“Kero, no!” Sakura warned him, but soon she gave up and offered
him her cake, “Sorry, but take mine, instead, Syaoran.”
“No, I’m fine.” Syoaran said, “But that stuffed animal
is...”
“A glutton as usual! Take this!” shouted the Hope, dropkicking
Kero.
Kero tried to take off to catch the cake plate thrown in the air, but the Hope used him as a spring board to take off beutifully. However, Sakura grabbed her by the collar in the air, and the cake plate landed at Tomoyo’s palm.
“Oh, my. That’s the doll I made you...” Tomoyo said in a surprised look. “That’s the Void Card. I mean, the Hope, it currently is,” Syaoran addingly said.
The Hope was getting quiet as Sakura could be mad at this kind of scene, then Sakura nodded at her. A big magic circle glowed in the room, and the Hope was enclosed by a halo before her card form came out of the doll.
“Look,” Sakura talked up, “this card’s incredible.”
“I know what you mean,” Syaoran looked surprised, “I
know each card has their different thickness, but this one’s four times
as thick!”
“That’s why it doesn’t fit in the book,” Tomoyo said in agreement.
Then the Hope said the gratitude to Tomoyo, “Thank you for making
me this lovely body to rest in. May I ask... would you give me wings, cause
I want to fly?”
“Yeah, I’d be glad to.”
Ancient Yakoku, a lot of laborer were working in a tumulus construction site. The men carrying a load of soil on their back were proceeding in line for banking. An old woman, Reko, was guided in by an aristocrat.
“Seems like the progress is made as planned,” Reko said in
dignity to the bureaucrat.
“Yes, your majesty,” he answered her, trying to avert her gaze,
so she took off of him to take a look.
There she saw a funeral procession leaded by a little girl walking to the opposite side of the villege.
“The soldier killed in the battle the other day,” she mentioned.
“That was a small skirmish,” the bureaucrat said, “That was the only
one killed. Kukoku seems to be irritated finally.”
Idiot! Kukoku is our foremost threat, and yet,
they are building this provocatively gigantic tumulus for what?!
Are they trying to ask me to govern the land even when I’m dead?
“Allow me to say this, your majesty,” the bureaucrat complained,
“Lady Iyo is such a menace. She’s your majesty’s relative,
and that’s why we have to...”
At this moment, Reko found something unusual, and turned back in a gasp, when the strut of the tumulus was slowly leaning. The laborers were running with terror. Although the supervisors tried to hold it, the ground turns up, and then laborers fell into cracks.
“Your majesty, there’s Lady Iyo!” shouts the bureaucrat.
Iyo was leading a number of women rushing toward the construction site, when the banking was collapsing and sliding down to the women.
At the corner of the villege, Dai was trying to stand on his feet, leaning and hanging onto the strut of the entrance of a dwelling. He could see the tumulus breaking down before his eyes.
“Iyo...” he collapsed by the strut, bleeding under the arm pit.
In the sky above Yakoku was a glowing magic circle producing a card, on which Geso Li was sitting and casting a spell for another magical card that had a similar power like the Earthy Card.
“Come quick! Or else I’ll be killed by Kuna. My relatives, figure it out now!”
In Tomoeda, 21st century, Masaki was getting in the limo from Daidouji residence, when Sakura and Syaoran saw him off beside the vehicle.
“Good night, Sakura,” the old man said.
“Good night, great-granddad,” Sakura replied.
Tomoyo turned to look at Sakura, giggling, “See you tomorrow.
You were nearly late for school today, though.”
They were seeing off the limo leaving the place.
“This kaijuu needs a gigantic alarm clock to wake her up,” said Touya.
Syaoran and Sakura found themselves walking side by side alone, and felt very happy.
Fujitaka whispered to Touya, “Let them be. He’s your
brother-in-low-to-be.”
“Anyway, I didn’t have a clue,” Touya changed topics, “that
the excavation this summer has something to do with my great-granddad’s
company.”
“The topography there is very interesting. Both of them said
they’re going to take part, so this coming summer vacation will
be great.”
Sakura and Syaoran are making a night walk side by side, leaning to each other.
“That’s pretty!” exclaimed Sakura.
Sakura was fascinated by the milky way she could see above them, besides, Syaoran was kind of fascinated by...
Under the midsummer sunlight, students were making a survey at Tomoeda hill. A girl with a surveying instrument found somthing under her foot. It was Youko Nakagawa, Touya’s ex-classmate from her high school days.
“Hey,” Youko called Yukito, “Yukito, come over here!”
Touya and Yukito came up to her, and they picked up a small debris.
“It’s an arrowhead,” Touya muttered.
“This place was a battle field, then...” commented Yukito.