Diamond Sky Chapter 1: Return, a card captor sakura fanfic

Diamond Sky

Chapter One: Return

Daidouji Tomoyo, daughter to one of the richest women in Japan, best friend to the sweetest and most amusing girl in Japan, owner of an entire library of home made videos of her friends and family…

Was tape recording the night sky.

Well… when compared to her best friend's habit of flying out on a staff in strange hours of the day to capture cards while being accompanied by a stuffed animal with wings and with guardians that had tempers the length of a pinky finger plus an overprotective brother who glared ice and daggers at an equally if not more protective half boyfriend who was also after the same cards his half girlfriend was catching and not to mention the fact that most of them seemed to be reincarnations or descendants of some powerful being…?

Ye-ah.

Her large bedroom was dark and silent with only the small hum of the air conditioning in the background. The window however was open and Tomoyo sat on her desk that was pushed against the wall of the window, elbows propped on the window sill. Her camcorder sat comfortably in her hands as she peered through the viewfinder, marveling at the night. On the second floor of her large house, the sounds of traffic and any other distractions were muffled out enough to allow her to just take in the sight fully.

It was only by chance that Tomoyo had managed to see it. She'd been unable to sleep properly, waking up in irregular beats during the night for unknown reasons. Feeling tired of drifting in and out of slumber; she made her legs climb out of her warm bed and cross the floor of her room to see if she could go and get a glass of milk to help her sleep. One glance to her right was enough to make her stop and stare out the clear glass window.

The Milky Way, it appeared, had decided to come out to play right in front of Japan that night. The inky, velvet sky was decorated, or rather scattered with bright, blinking dots. All across the dark background, like tiny delicate diamonds spilled across a dark cloth, the sky of Tomoeda was too beautiful to ignore.

Too beautiful also, figured the ever pragmatic Tomoyo, not to record and keep for life. After all, maybe if she ever got into another one of these half insomnia nights, she'd just pop this tape into the VCR and watch this night all over again.

So, there she sat, just tape recording the night sky and slightly shifting her view just to keep the camera moving and keeping happily quiet.

Forty five minutes later, sixteen year old Tomoyo set her camcorder down and climbed back into bed, feeling satisfied and sleepy. As sleep took over, Tomoyo absent mindedly wondered.

Who else is watching the stars…?

The patterns of walking to and from school had changed somewhat since Sakura and her friends entered high school.

It was natural that since Sakura and Syaoran were together, the rest agreed to hang back and give them their space. So, it was by unspoken rules that Syaoran was given a grace of five minutes to walk his girlfriend to school. After the initial bullying and threatening of Sakura's still protective older brother plus silent torture from the stuffed bear upstairs, Sakura would emerge, scold her brother and Kero and slip her arm into his thus extinguishing any and all further signs of irritation.

They were both given five minutes of privacy before being joined by Chiharu and Yamazaki, both of whom were at the stage where nothing was said but everyone knew with the exception of the duo in question. Later on, after the couple and the semi-couple had walked on for another five minutes, Naoko would join them. If Rika wasn't being driven to school by a certain ex-teacher, she would walk with them shortly.

Tomoyo would join them about ten minutes distance from their high school. Always smiling and still with her camcorder, she had grown from the more mature than needed eleven year old to a willowy young woman of 16. Her raven locks were still kept long although now she always kept it in a high ponytail or a long braid behind her back. The deep violet pair of eyes was still as soulful and could still read people like books. Her quiet, unassuming manner hadn't changed and neither had her ever firm stand on the fact that she was just a part of her friends and not the daughter of the Daidouji Toy Company's CEO. Tomoyo still remained quietly recording everyone from behind her viewfinder. Her interest in fashion and making movies had not waned and if anything, had intensified even more.

Despite the fact that the days of recording her best friend in her handmade costumes and on high flying adventures were over, Tomoyo still kept her camcorder in her bag, ever hopeful for a record-worthy moment. And when Sakura, Syaoran, Naoko, Rika, Chiharu and Yamazaki were around, there was ALWAYS a record-worthy moment. As Tomoyo put it, "Tomoeda is never a boring town if you know where to look."

At their lockers, Naoko had hurriedly changed from street to inside shoes. "I'llseeyouguysinclassbye!"

They stared after the blur that was Naoko. "Okay… what was up with that?" questioned Syaoran with an eyebrow raised.

All three of Rika, Sakura and Tomoyo giggled. Chiharu giggled as well before grinning. "Naoko's agreed to meet Toshiro at the library to exchange horror story books this morning."

Syaoran quirked an eyebrow. "Huh. Toshiro from that class above us? Brown hair, spectacles, always looks like he's about to fall asleep?"

Sakura lightly smacked her boyfriend on the arm. "Don't be rude, Li-kun! He's got a lot in common with Naoko-chan."

"Namely their obsession with ghosts." Commented Chiharu dryly.

"Speaking of obsession, did you guys-"

SMACK!

"OW! Chiharu!"

"Quit lying so early in the morning!"

"I didn't even finish my sentence! I just wanted to know if you guys-"

SMACK!

"Chiharu, QUIT that! This is really important! I-"

SMACK! SMACK!

"What you call important, normal people call nonsense."

"This ISN'T nonsense! If you call trying to inform Naoko about the danger of books trying to eat you nonsense, I don't know what you call important news!"

That did it.

WHAM!

Sakura sweat dropped as Chiharu replaced her mallet inside her locker. Rika managed to stammer out a weak, "C, Chiharu-chan…"

And Tomoyo just smiled from behind her camcorder as Syaoran dryly poked Yamazaki to make sure he wasn't dead.

Ever since junior high, it was usually at lunch that Tomoyo found herself to be somewhat alone.

Sakura and Syaoran would be under a sakura tree, sharing lunch together.

Chiharu and Yamazaki, despite their constant denials (well, Chiharu's denial anyway. Yamazaki just kept on lying about something totally unrelated to the subject), would always be found not too far away under a gingko tree.

Naoko, who had once been Tomoyo's new bento sharing partner, had now taken to spending lunch in the library with her new found… half boyfriend, Toshiro.

And while Rika-chan was a very sweet, very ladylike friend that Tomoyo got along with very well, Tomoyo found that she just wasn't in tune with Rika's own level of maturity. It struck Tomoyo again and again just how grown up Rika was and Tomoyo found herself talking about the most basic of topics like their schoolwork or the weather or their lunches. It didn't occur to Tomoyo to speak of a certain Terada-sensei. That was left up to group teasing. Besides, more often than not, Rika would go missing at lunch since she spent a lot of time in the home economics class, trying out a new recipe before she cooked for Terada-sensei.

Eating a bento by yourself in a whole crowd of students who were sharing lunch with their friends didn't make for a happy sight and Tomoyo knew Sakura would feel extremely hurt to find out that Tomoyo was feeling just even a hint of loneliness. She'd insist on Tomoyo joining Syaoran and her and then… well, Syaoran would just have to be quiet about it.

This happened twice before Tomoyo told Sakura that she'd probably be involved in plenty of vocal practice during lunch. No, nothing big, just that she wouldn't be able to see Sakura and gang at lunch as often as she used to. Syaoran had made an attempt to protest but she had just shaken her head and waved his words away. The grateful yet slightly apologetic look in his eyes said all Tomoyo needed to know.

And with that had begun her usual routine of slipping away from the others and going up to the roof of the school. There, she would eat her bento and whip out her camcorder, filming what she could from her height. When she wasn't filming, she sang by herself or sketched out new design ideas to test out on her friends later. Some of her better designs had come from just sitting on the roof and thinking. If she wasn't in the mood to sing or draw or film, she'd draw out a book to read until the bell rang for the students to go back into class. Later on, if any of her friends mentioned anything about the vocal practice, she just smiled and said it had been okay.

That day, she'd been so engrossed in a new sketch, it was only a few minutes after the bell had rung that Tomoyo realized lunch break was over. Gathering her things quickly, she hurried down the stairs and to her class, hoping to goodness she had beaten Yukio-sensei to class.

Tomoyo breathed a small sigh of relief as she pushed open the door to find her classmates still clowning around and talking. The teacher wasn't in sight. Getting into her seat, Sakura got up and took a few steps to her desk, a concerned expression on her face.

"Is everything okay, Tomoyo-chan? It's not like you to be late."

Tomoyo smiled reassuringly and nodded. "I'm alright. Just got caught up in what I was doing, that's all. So, what happened during lunch today?"

"Ooh, ooh, I'll tell you!" said Naoko enthusiastically as she came up to her friends from Chiharu's desk. "Haramiya-san from 2B got into sooo much trouble today! He caused an actual food fight on the school lawn! It was a complete mess!"

As Tomoyo listened to the unfolding drama, she shook her head as she chuckled. So that was what all that roaring and shouting had been. Sakura who had been caught in cross fire glanced ruefully at a ketchup stain on her uniform. Tomoyo grinned.

"Don't worry. Ketchup can come off quite easily. With a little scrubbing."

The rest also surrounded Tomoyo's desk. Rika who was sitting on Naoko's left in front of Tomoyo, produced her effort at baking a chiffon cake after being interrogated by Chiharu and Naoko about her work. Syaoran's comment on Terada-sensei being a lucky guy produced a sort of determination within Sakura to bake chiffon cakes as well. Yamazaki weaved the legend of the mystic chiffon cake and how it saved the islands of Okinawa thus getting hit by Chiharu.

And as always, Tomoyo recorded it all on her trusty camcorder, quiet smile on her face.

It wasn't only until a loud cough and rapping on the teacher's desk alerted the class to Yukio-sensei's presence. Everyone jumped to see the Japanese teacher already standing there, looking rather annoyed. Tomoyo quickly shut her camcorder off as Yamazaki, Chiharu, Syaoran, Sakura and Naoko scrambled back to their seats.

"IF you young men and women have concluded your daily gossip sessions and other social activities which were supposed to have been carried out during lunch, I'd like you all to take your seats and settle down. I have important news for those who are still willing to remain in this class."

Yukio-sensei's sarcastic tone and use of longer words than the average teacher rolled off the backs of 1C's students like water off a duck. They all knew Yukio-sensei was a nice guy if they paid attention and did homework that was assigned. The language he used was just part of the package of their class teacher. He waited as the class sat by their respective desks, tapping his foot.

As soon as everyone was seated, he started speaking. "Today, people, we shall be joined by a new student. He's just come all the way from across the Pacific Ocean from the West and therefore expects to be treated politely and in a civilized manner. This MEANS, ladies and gentlemen, there are to be none of your hoodlum shenanigans that you've shown me these three months. That includes pouring super glue on whichever chair he sits on, adding chili powder to his lunch and absolutely, I reiterate and emphasize, absolutely NO farting frogs in the desk our new student chooses. Do I make myself CLEAR, Tsuzuki-kun?"

"Crystal, Sensei!" called out a grinning boy at the back who had on the face of one who would obviously NOT listen to his teacher even if his academic life suffered for it, all for the sake of fun and pranks. Remorse? What was remorse?

Yukio-sensei released a sigh and headed to the door. Pulling it open, he spoke to the new student who was yet to be revealed.

"I hope you have a stronger constitution than you look," commented the teacher with a look of unease.

The students (all but Tomoyo who sat there calmly although just as curious) craned their necks to see just who the new victim was. Since he was from America or England or Europe, shouldn't he be like the usual gaijin they saw on television? The ones with blonde hair and blue eyes?

A quiet answer in fluent Japanese could be heard from beyond the door. "Oh, I hope so as well, Yukio-sensei."

Seven people froze.

Waitaminute…

Quiet footsteps clicked across the floor and into the classroom.

Normal Tomoeda High uniform.

Dark shining hair.

Dancing dark blue eyes.

Calm, knowing smile.

"Hajime mashite. Boku wa Hiiragizawa Eriol desu."

To Be Continued...

Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura (c) CLAMP.

A/N: Forgive me for any OOC-ness and any plot holes that might occur. This is coming from someone who depends on websites and CCS-crazy fans as good friends for information. Thank you and I hope you enjoyed reading.