I Promise - Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Staggering under the weight of so many boxes and bags, Sakura groaned as she heard Tomoyo squeal.

“Oh, Sakura, look! Isn’t that top just sooo cute?”

Peering over the stacked said boxes and bags, Sakura groaned again.

“Tomoyo, you designed that top. You could get it for free!”

“Oh, but my dearest cousin, this top isn’t for me, it’s for you!”

“You could still get it for free.”

Tomoyo dismissed Sakura’s logic with a wave of her hand and rushed inside, leaving Sakura alone, standing in the middle of the mall, holding up traffic.

“I’ll be in the food court if you need me.” Sakura called feebly, even though she knew Tomoyo couldn’t hear her. She wobbled down the escalator, muttering about how she should never ever go with Tomoyo on a shopping spree again, when, like an accident waiting to happen, she bumped into someone.

In short, she fell down, brought down the person who she bumped with her, and clothing flew everywhere. Through all the confusion of picking up items of clothing and shoving strangers, Sakura managed to think, “Thank God Tomoyo didn’t buy lingerie yet!”

She looked up, and once again reeled from shock.

Why? She was staring at a face almost identical to her own.

The imposter had come.

Okay, so Sakura knew she was being over dramatic, but this was a big a deal. This girl had stolen Syaoran from her. True, she had promised she would leave their relationship alone, but she wasn’t so sure she could keep her promise now. Again.

Taking a deep breath, Sakura prepared herself mentally and stood up.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Hoe? Do I know you, miss?” The fake looked genuinely puzzled, but Sakura knew it was all an act.

“You know what you’re doing. And you know exactly who I am. After all, you did steal my identity.”

At this point, “Sakura” was starting to look a bit scared. “Miss, are you all right?”

“I am perfectly sane! What I want to know is who are you?”

“I am Kinomoto Sakura.” Staying true to the polite-and-kind- Sakura fashion, she asked Sakura’s name.

“As if you didn’t already know, Sakura.” At this point, Sakura realized she was going a bit too far. Not to mention she really didn’t keep her promise. At all.

But it was already too late.

The fake Sakura had shed her confused and half-scared look, and traded it for a dark and menacing one.

“Why are you doing this to me? Why are you ruining my plans? Syaoran and I should be happily married by now, but I don’t know why he hasn’t proposed yet. Maybe you showing up stirred something in his subconscious. I don’t know. Why did you have to show up? Why?”

After this outburst, it was Sakura’s turn to look scared. And she couldn’t deny the fact that she was relieved when the fake turned on her heel and stormed off. For some strange reason, all their hissing hadn’t attracted a crowd at all, and Sakura finished collecting Tomoyo’s stuff, and walked to the food court.

Imposter’s POV

‘God, she always ruins everything!’ I fumed. ‘Always there to ruin my perfectly planned future. I hate that girl! Even ba--There’s Syaoran…have to compose myself. Maybe I should cry…make her look bad…’

Syaoran’s POV

As I waited for Sakura to come back, I thought of the ring I had in mind. It was the ring she had always wanted, simple, but elegant. I was just waiting for the right chance to do something she would never forget, and right then and there, I would propose. But until then, she would know nothing.

But when I saw Sakura, all thoughts of marriage fled from my head. She was crying. What could have happened to make her cry? I hurried over, and hugged her.

“Sakura, what’s wrong? Did someone do something to you?”

Sniffling, Sakura replied, “It’s nothing big, I just bumped into someone near the escalator, and I fell down. Remember that girl you bumped into? I think it was her. But she didn’t even apologize. Actually, she yelled at me for getting in her way, and told me to watch where I was going. I think I sprained my ankle too.”

That girl? Again? These little “meetings” were getting a little too frequent for coincidence. And this time she made Sakura cry! Come to think of it, her crying was a little strange… Sakura’s usually a pretty tough girl, except when it came to ghosts and the dark.

“You wanna go home? If your ankle really is sprained, you should get some ice on it.”

“Alright,” she sniffled again.

Meanwhile, normal POV

Sakura sat, head on her arms, thinking, almost half-asleep while waiting for Tomoyo to come out of who-knows-which store. She thought of how evil and malicious the fake had looked when she showed her true face to Sakura. “I wonder how she really looks like,” she mumbled to herself. Sakura started to take apart her face in her mind, peeling away her features and inserting what she thought the fake would look like. Then she stood up so fast, the table almost turned over. Sakura was shaking, trembling so violently that her teeth made a chattering noise. Behind all her plastic surgery, her façade, and dark look, Sakura recognized the fake.

She knew this girl.

So someone asked for longer chapters/story. Sorry I can’t do that for this chapter. I’ll do my best for the next chapter.

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