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+. to F › Card Captor Sakura
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
Views:
25,881
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
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I do not own - CARD CAPTORS, TSUBASA, or any other Clamp thing. I wrote this for my own amusement. I do not make any money from these writings. Please don't sue
Watanuki
I do not own xXxHolic either, it belongs to Clamp.
“Another nightmare, Mistress?”
Yue looked at his mater in the doorway in the middle of the night, “And here I thought tomorrow it was going to rain.”
She looked at his smiling face, “You sound like my brother… Maybe I should leave…”
She started to unbutton her light green shirt with blue collar lusciously revealing the top of her bra, “Your choice, Yue-kun…”
“Why don’t’ you sit here and tell me all about it,” the male in long, long white hair patted the bed.
Nodding, she crawled onto the bed letting the gap in her shirt fill out so that her guardian could see all the way to her belly-button.
The winged male put out his hand stopping her. She briefly let his hand rest between her two breasts. He could feel her breathe; he could feel her bra, and her tender heartbeat…
Then, she turned and sat next to him.
“So, about the dream,” he choked out trying not to think about that he nearly molested his teenaged charge.
Sakura told him, she seductively unclasped each button on her shirt as she did so, “I found myself outside Private Cross High School (Watanuki‘s school in xXxHolic) when…I heard…”
* * *
“Gaaaah! Don’t take the udon without asking, you rotten jerk!”
The bulkier male did not say a word as Kunogi Himawari laughed at them. He just continued to mooch off the other male’s plate…
“Come on, Kunogi-Chan, it is not that funny!”
The thin boy in glasses said like a wet cat, “I made that just for you…”
Ignoring the pink in his cheeks, the nineteen-year-old girl delightfully said sitting on the shared picnic blanket, “But you so seem like such good friends, though!”
“Me? Friends with him,” Watanuki hissed, “It is not like that, Himawari-chan!”
“You look so precious like that, Kimiharu Watanuki-kun,” Sakura stood on part of the checkered blanket. There was a look in her face like she either wanted to run away, hug Watanuki, or just stand there watching, “You should be a good boy and play nice with your friends…”
“Sakura!? Sakura-Hime?!”
He shouted covering Domeki’s bad eye, “Do you see her?”
“Of course, idiot.”
“Don’t call me idiot, idiot!”
“Why don’t you join us,” the bubbly girl with long curly black hair offered, “Watanuki-kin always makes too much as it is…”
“Sure.”
Watanuki watched this copy, this girl with a gold-blonde page-boy take a seat between Domeki and Himawari.
Watanuki thought to himself.
Why was she here?
Why did she seem like the Princess of Clow?
Why did she introduce herself as “Kinomoto Sakura, age fourteen? And not a princess?
Why did she seem like the Princess of Clow Country but was not like the world-hopping heroine?
Why did this teenaged girl’s presence among them seem so familiar and comforting?
This Sakura was clearly different. Her laughter and smile was so familiar and comforting as Himawari told of her adventures with Watanuki.
Sakura laughed and seemed to enjoy herself. She listening to every word from both the not very talkative Domeki and the very friendly Watanuki’s “sunflower maiden.” (Himawari’s name means “Sunflower”)
Her smile and laugh was so familiar.
Like something deeply forgotten from his childhood.
Watanuki tried to remember, but he could not, there was “something” blocking his memory. There was nothing there to associate himself with this girl that was like the Princess but not like the Princess…
Why did she seem so familiar?
Two green eyes turned to the boy in glasses, “I know it is rather rude of me to ask, but can you tell me of your family? Your-your mother – your- your father, Kimihiro-kun.”
“You don’t have to be so formal, Sakura-Chan,” he offered her some of his tea, “I am sorry, they are no longer here in this world,” he sadly said not seeing that this so familiar girl was on the verge of tears, “But, I am happy – I…”
Kindly, Sakura placed her head against Watanuki’s, “Please, don’t soften the blow for me. Please, please, please tell me the truth. Please tell me what you really feel!”
Her touch was so warm.
Her touch was so familiar.
Part of him felt like it was like the touch a mother would to check a sick child’s temperature. Watanuki shivered relishing this touch.
“Do you hate your mother? Do you hate your father? Do you hate them? If your mother and father never got together, you wouldn’t have to suffer! Do you hate them? Do you hate your mother! Do you hate your father! Hate them. Hate them! Hate them? HATE THEM!”
She cried into his shoulder…
* * *
“I awoke, my pillow covered with tears…”
Yue bushed his thumb across her soft cherry lips and cheeks.
They were wet with tears.
Her dreams continued to disturb her…
Seeing her like this – so vulnerable, he could not help himself, “Why don’t you rest you head on this pillow,” he offered.
“Why can’t Watanuki hate his parents? It be so much easier… Why can’t he just hate his mother,” she laying on her back, her legs stretched out next to his...
“It is only a dream,” his hand brushed against her forehead as he slipped a second pillow under her butt, “It is only a dream, my mistress…”
“Why can’t he hate his mother? Why can’t he hate his father?”
He started to roll down her pajamas taking her panties with...
“Why can’t he hate them? Why can’t he realize that if they never loved each other, he would not suffer?”
He gazed at the nude girl in her bed. Seeing her like this, he now knew why Lucifer fell from the heavens, human women were so precious…
Though the paradox of free-will was also an interesting test…
“Mistress, I like to show you my devotion…”
“Do you hate them, Watanuki-Chan? Why can't you? Hate your father?!”
He knelt before her legs, “Mistress?”
She just nodded, she just laid there, “Why can’t you hate your father?!”
Taking her nod the kneeling male with long feathery wings opens her thighs.
“Why can’t you hate your mother?!”
He inserts his weapon deep into her, his penis filing her up so much that it looked like a large dent in her belly…
As he thrust deep into her loving womb, her eyes closed moaning out, “Hate! Your mother. Hate? Your sinful mother. HATE! Please, hatey Your lusty mother, Sakura…”
“Another nightmare, Mistress?”
Yue looked at his mater in the doorway in the middle of the night, “And here I thought tomorrow it was going to rain.”
She looked at his smiling face, “You sound like my brother… Maybe I should leave…”
She started to unbutton her light green shirt with blue collar lusciously revealing the top of her bra, “Your choice, Yue-kun…”
“Why don’t’ you sit here and tell me all about it,” the male in long, long white hair patted the bed.
Nodding, she crawled onto the bed letting the gap in her shirt fill out so that her guardian could see all the way to her belly-button.
The winged male put out his hand stopping her. She briefly let his hand rest between her two breasts. He could feel her breathe; he could feel her bra, and her tender heartbeat…
Then, she turned and sat next to him.
“So, about the dream,” he choked out trying not to think about that he nearly molested his teenaged charge.
Sakura told him, she seductively unclasped each button on her shirt as she did so, “I found myself outside Private Cross High School (Watanuki‘s school in xXxHolic) when…I heard…”
* * *
“Gaaaah! Don’t take the udon without asking, you rotten jerk!”
The bulkier male did not say a word as Kunogi Himawari laughed at them. He just continued to mooch off the other male’s plate…
“Come on, Kunogi-Chan, it is not that funny!”
The thin boy in glasses said like a wet cat, “I made that just for you…”
Ignoring the pink in his cheeks, the nineteen-year-old girl delightfully said sitting on the shared picnic blanket, “But you so seem like such good friends, though!”
“Me? Friends with him,” Watanuki hissed, “It is not like that, Himawari-chan!”
“You look so precious like that, Kimiharu Watanuki-kun,” Sakura stood on part of the checkered blanket. There was a look in her face like she either wanted to run away, hug Watanuki, or just stand there watching, “You should be a good boy and play nice with your friends…”
“Sakura!? Sakura-Hime?!”
He shouted covering Domeki’s bad eye, “Do you see her?”
“Of course, idiot.”
“Don’t call me idiot, idiot!”
“Why don’t you join us,” the bubbly girl with long curly black hair offered, “Watanuki-kin always makes too much as it is…”
“Sure.”
Watanuki watched this copy, this girl with a gold-blonde page-boy take a seat between Domeki and Himawari.
Watanuki thought to himself.
Why was she here?
Why did she seem like the Princess of Clow?
Why did she introduce herself as “Kinomoto Sakura, age fourteen? And not a princess?
Why did she seem like the Princess of Clow Country but was not like the world-hopping heroine?
Why did this teenaged girl’s presence among them seem so familiar and comforting?
This Sakura was clearly different. Her laughter and smile was so familiar and comforting as Himawari told of her adventures with Watanuki.
Sakura laughed and seemed to enjoy herself. She listening to every word from both the not very talkative Domeki and the very friendly Watanuki’s “sunflower maiden.” (Himawari’s name means “Sunflower”)
Her smile and laugh was so familiar.
Like something deeply forgotten from his childhood.
Watanuki tried to remember, but he could not, there was “something” blocking his memory. There was nothing there to associate himself with this girl that was like the Princess but not like the Princess…
Why did she seem so familiar?
Two green eyes turned to the boy in glasses, “I know it is rather rude of me to ask, but can you tell me of your family? Your-your mother – your- your father, Kimihiro-kun.”
“You don’t have to be so formal, Sakura-Chan,” he offered her some of his tea, “I am sorry, they are no longer here in this world,” he sadly said not seeing that this so familiar girl was on the verge of tears, “But, I am happy – I…”
Kindly, Sakura placed her head against Watanuki’s, “Please, don’t soften the blow for me. Please, please, please tell me the truth. Please tell me what you really feel!”
Her touch was so warm.
Her touch was so familiar.
Part of him felt like it was like the touch a mother would to check a sick child’s temperature. Watanuki shivered relishing this touch.
“Do you hate your mother? Do you hate your father? Do you hate them? If your mother and father never got together, you wouldn’t have to suffer! Do you hate them? Do you hate your mother! Do you hate your father! Hate them. Hate them! Hate them? HATE THEM!”
She cried into his shoulder…
* * *
“I awoke, my pillow covered with tears…”
Yue bushed his thumb across her soft cherry lips and cheeks.
They were wet with tears.
Her dreams continued to disturb her…
Seeing her like this – so vulnerable, he could not help himself, “Why don’t you rest you head on this pillow,” he offered.
“Why can’t Watanuki hate his parents? It be so much easier… Why can’t he just hate his mother,” she laying on her back, her legs stretched out next to his...
“It is only a dream,” his hand brushed against her forehead as he slipped a second pillow under her butt, “It is only a dream, my mistress…”
“Why can’t he hate his mother? Why can’t he hate his father?”
He started to roll down her pajamas taking her panties with...
“Why can’t he hate them? Why can’t he realize that if they never loved each other, he would not suffer?”
He gazed at the nude girl in her bed. Seeing her like this, he now knew why Lucifer fell from the heavens, human women were so precious…
Though the paradox of free-will was also an interesting test…
“Mistress, I like to show you my devotion…”
“Do you hate them, Watanuki-Chan? Why can't you? Hate your father?!”
He knelt before her legs, “Mistress?”
She just nodded, she just laid there, “Why can’t you hate your father?!”
Taking her nod the kneeling male with long feathery wings opens her thighs.
“Why can’t you hate your mother?!”
He inserts his weapon deep into her, his penis filing her up so much that it looked like a large dent in her belly…
As he thrust deep into her loving womb, her eyes closed moaning out, “Hate! Your mother. Hate? Your sinful mother. HATE! Please, hatey Your lusty mother, Sakura…”