One Breath from Immortality ~ A Card Captor Sakura RPG ( STARTS! )

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Name: Iwata Megumi (last name first)
Age: 10
Sex: Female
Description: Four foot five, hard brown eyes, and dirty blonde hair that she wears in a long braid. Despite her pretty appearance, she's a tomboy that is rarely seen without a patch of dirt or a grass stain somewhere. Outside of her school uniform, she wears a gray T-shirt and baggy blue jeans. Because of this, few know that she has a very lean body given to her by her love of gymnastics, although she also has enough muscle to knock around bullies.
Personality: Being the more athletic Iwata, Megumi is more like her sister than they think. Although she's far from bubbly, she can be as loud as Misaki if not louder. This is when she's arguing with or insulting someone, when she's excited about something scary or action-packed, or when she wants to get her sister's attention. Other than that, she's quiet. She has a knack for taking care of others when they're sick or injured, even when they're strangers. She's protective of Misaki and anyone that threatens her will be on the receiving end of her fists. She loves a good challenge, even if that challenge is risky.
Battle Costume Description: A lover of comfort, Megumi's costume consists of a pair of red divided hakama (kimono pants) with a lotus blossom decoration on the outside of the right leg and a white long-sleeved haori (jacket). She wears tabi (divided toe socks) and zori (grass sandals) on her feet.
Staff: In pendant form, it's a simple five-point silver star. In wand form, this turns into a long silver staff with the star on the end, only bigger.
Starter Card: Through
Capture Cards: Silent, Freeze, Shot, Lock, Fight
Capture/Release Yell: "Gotcha, ____!"/"____, show yourself!"
Other: Besides being Misaki's sister, she also knows how to roller blade and owns a pair similar to Misaki's, but prefers to not use them while capturing cards. She also carries around an MP3 player.

Baka. She's sleeping in class again. Maybe I'll teach her a lesson. I pulled out a marker and smirked at Yui, who narrowed his eyes at me. He wasn't a fan of my pranks on Misaki. I ignored my own pang of guilt and quickly drew a pair of glasses around my sister's eyes as soon as the teacher's back was turned.

"Iwata Megumi, I believe you have forgotten the concept of karma," Iyanari-sensei told me with his back still to me. I froze and smiled in embarrassment while the class snickered.

Iyanari-sensei then walked to Misaki's desk and nudged her shoulder. Misaki promptly woke up and fell out of her seat with a startled cry. Once again the class laughed, this time with me. The teacher pointed out the marker on her face, encouraging another giggle from me. Not surprisingly, she shoved my head on her way to the restroom.

Then everything got weird. Well, weird again. As soon as the laughter died down, my mind wandered to the dream I had last night. Unlike others I had, I could remember every detail. But the feeling it gave me was uncomfortable. It seemed so real.

The dream haunted my mind even when we were at the library hours later. Misaki was complaining about the guys, Yui was forced to join us, yadda yadda yadda...

Something was bugging me too much. Misaki wasn't helping.

"Oh brother. She's just saying that because she can't get one of those guys!" I spoke up. That shut her up. It was almost worth the shove into the bookcase.

Iyanari-sensei pushed us out of the way just in time. Yeah, almost, I thought as I brought myself out of my daze. My eyes shot to the old looking book that Misaki now held in her hand.

"The Clow".

"Leave my sister alone!"

"What is that?" I asked Misaki as the others gathered around her. As she unbuckled and opened the book there was this moment of eerie silence...

Don't open that book!

"Leave her alone!"

There was a few seconds of peace as we stared at what looked like a deck of Tarot cards. Then, like a cave full of bats at twilight, they all flew out and swarmed. The room was full of our screams. I opened my eyes and snatched a card out of midair, then ducked until the rest of them went out a nearby window.

Misaki choked back a sob and got out from under the table. She was also holding a card. Everyone in the group was. "Everyone okay?" he asked the class. Scattered replies of "hai" followed.

I looked down at the card I managed to catch. It wasn't a Tarot card, at least as far as I know. "The Through," I said to myself.

"What's The Fly?" Misaki asked me. Then she looked at my other hand. "What's that you're holding?"

I opened my other hand. It was a simple star pendant. I stared at it until Misaki showed me her new piece of jewelry. We were all buzzing, only snapped out their awe when yet another source of awe zoomed in front of our eyes.

"Attention, Cardcaptors!" the plush toy yelled.

[Fai D. Flowright]

Name: Iyanari Etsuya (癒業越夜)
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Description: Etsuya is a middle-aged man, but still continues to hold an enjoyable air around him, especially for his students. He has medium length straight hair that falls to his chin with bangs that barely hang into his milk chocolate eyes. His hair was formerly auburn in color, but has become slightly lighter in color as gray has slowly made its way in (which, as most parents, jokingly blames Naoko for). Etsuya stands a modest 5’3”, but also has a sinewy body. Normally, this middle-aged teacher wears semi-baggy, mockneck sweatshirts, usually in solid, warm colors (though white is common as well). His pants usually include khaki or olive green carpenter pants; sometimes jeans on rare occasion. Sneakers are his everyday choice of footwear. He wears the staff pendant on his left hand, along with his wedding ring.
Personality: Being a teacher, Etsuya has a kind-hearted personality that is strangely enhanced by his love and occasional use of sarcasm and subtlety. He often has a warm, inviting smile that most people enjoy seeing, but he also has what some may call ‘fearsome punishment’, merely in the combination of his smile and his choice of suiting punishment to the crime. In actuality, he smiles because he wants to keep people happy, but some end up taking it the wrong direction...
Battle Costume Description: Stashed away in the storage cabinet in his classroom, Etsuya has a cape he keeps carefully hidden in the back. It’s a dark hunter green with golden edging with the Clow Reed circle embroidered on the back (in gold as well). The collar is high, coming up to his nose and falling to his knees, but is open in the front, only being held together by an inverted, golden fleur-de-lis brooch, brought home as a souvenir from a business trip by his wife.
Staff: His staff is a 3’ solid steel, gold-plated rod that has a 2” black glass ball in the end and is topped with another 5” black glass ball held in place by 6 large, talon-like clasps. Protruding from one side of the base of the larger ball is the metal outline of a fleur-de-lis (which acts as the 6th clasp for the ball). From the smaller ball is a ribbon of black glass with a deep green stripe that openly wraps up the staff once, creating a sort of double-guard hilt. As a pendant, it is a small black glass marble that dangles from a wax cord with green zanfirico beads and gold-plated steel bearings.
Starter Card: Libra
Capture Cards: Voice, Dark, Create, Shield, Illusion
Capture/Release Yell: Capture: “Magick, quell thy power and become mine own! Shibaru! ________!”
Release: “Spirit that resides within, be mine aid and come forth! Hanatsu! ________!”
Other: Etsuya is father to Naoko (治子) and is the teacher of the students’ 5th grade classroom. Like his daughter, he also has a love of video games. Etsuya’s wife, Yui (遺), is a business and is usually out of the country on various trips.

~.:-*-. {Iyanari Etsuya} .-*-:.~
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I looked up to the small clock I kept in my class room; it was almost 1 o’clock. “Ok, minasan! Let’s start our math lesson for today. No textbooks, though... We’re going to learn Roman Numerals!” Several groans and moans came from the students, while others seemed excited. This was a normal for any classroom. “So, raise your hand if you’ve heard of Roman Numerals before.” A number of hands popped up. “Good! Now, we’ll start with something simple.”

I started writing letters on the board and the students took notes. Every once in a while, I’d throw out a number and have a student come and write it on the board. Surprised at how well everyone was doing, I started testing them a bit. “Let’s flip it around now! What is MCMXCIV? Kiwata-san?” I questioned the young girl, but no response was heard “Kiwata-san....?” I said in a quieter tone. Looking at her desk, I found her head down in her arms, a pair of glasses drawn on her face with marker, presumably by her sister. “Iwata Megumi, I believe you’ve forgotten the concept of karma... Regardless, class, how does VII seconds sound before I wake her?” I reminded her, then falling to a whisper. Starting a countdown with my fingers, everyone followed along and continued as I snuck closer to the snoozing student. A few giggles started to stir and I brought by finger to my lips to help stifle their laughter.

“III......II......I......” That was my cue! I bent over into Iwata Misaki’s ear and made an obnoxiously loud snore as I nudged her shoulder. Jolted from her sleep, Kiwata-san turned to see my face within inches of hers; she lost her balance and fell to the floor in a loud thud as the chair toppled over with her. Boisterous laughter filled the room as the girl’s face turned bright red in embarrassment. “Maybe if you weren’t sleeping all the time, Kiwata-san, your group’s project would be ready to turn in.” I strolled back to my desk and turned around to face Misaki as she lifted from the linoleum floor. “You may sit on your desk when you get back from the bathroom to clean the marker off your face.”

“Marker?” she inquired, feeling and smearing the ink on her face. Grumbling under her breath, she shoved her sister’s head in frustration as she walked past her, towards the door.

Closing the door behind her, I turned back to the class once again, “Anyway! About this MCMXCIV? Who wants to try? Okonomiyaki-san, please write the answer on the board!”

~.:-*-.[+].-*-:.~

After class today, I was to escort my students to the Tokyo Public Library. I had assigned them all small group projects that were due next week, but some of them needed a little ‘guidance’ to get the job done on time; how I ended up with not only my own daughter, but so many rebellious students this semester, I’ll never know. At least they kept things interesting, though.

We finally arrived at the main doors of the library. Just inside, I had everyone gather around me. “Everyone stick together and do not leave the library without speaking to me first.” Nods of agreements and “Hai”s were heard from all around and I directed everyone to the nearby descending staircase. “You have one hour to spend on research, so use your time wisely.” I informed them as we all went to the library’s basement.

As normal, Misaki seemed distracted by something: a group of older girls in the class. They seemed to be whispering to each other and then teamed themselves up with a couple of boys. It seemed commonplace to me, but Misaki chimed in, “Those girls are so stupid.” I could resist poking at least a little fun at her comment.

“Why? Because they are traveling around with those boys?” I questioned her, intrigued at what her answer might be.

“Of course! They are ugly, stupid, uninteresting, hopelessly pathetic, dirty, dumb, disgusting, and just plain stupid.” She grumbled aloud, her voice succumbing to a higher tone of anger and unmistakable jealousy. I let out some light laughter to her naïve comment.

“Oooh... You mean they have cooties?” I smile of interest spread across my face. As I lead the conversation forward, we had reached the basement hall with all the research material most appropriate for the children to use.

“Of course! I mean, think about how they eat!” She grumbled, mindlessly flipping through a book she happened to pull off a nearby shelf. Thinking about her statement of evidence, I nodded my head in agreement.

“Well... Those boys I would agree with you on, but they aren’t all like that.” I pointed out to her. “Do you think I have cooties?” At this point, the question begged to be asked and my anticipation of an adolescent response was at its edge.

“N-N-No, of course not...! Older boys are... kind of cool.” She exclaimed, and then dropped to an embarrassed whisper.

I let out a relieving chuckle as I came to the light of this discussion. “Heheh! Aren’t you the cute one?” I laughed a bit more, mussing her hair with my hand. “I’m sure you’ll change your mind in a few years.”

“Never ever, EVER!”

I smiled and looked down at her, but caught another student from the corner of my eye. Kishimoto Yuisuke was reluctantly sitting on a nearby sofa in the corner, seemingly in a daze. As I walked over, he shifted himself to a more comfortable position. He was one of the defiant students I mentioned earlier, but that could be expected as, not only was he a foreign student, but he probably should have been in the next year up.

Finally approaching him, he seemed reluctant to participate in the project; completely uninterested in dealing with the assignment all together. Unfortunately for him, I couldn’t allow this and up his arm after a short argument. “The Iwata twins are short two more members. You think you could do them a little justice this time around, don’t ya?” I asked, guiding him over towards the girls.

They had moved to another bookshelf further down while I was talking with Kishimoto-san. As I turned the corner, I heard Megumi make a cocky remark to her sister. “Oh, brother. You’re just saying that because you can’t get one of those guys.” This finally brought Misaki to the breaking point with her sister. She turned to her and gave a violent shove, knocking Megumi into a shelf next to the wall. The recoil from the impact shook every book on the shelf, causing a number of them to lurch forward.

”Crap!” I thought to myself as instincts took over and I rushed forward. Giving a strong thrust, I pushed the Iwata girls as far as I could as the books toppled down on top of me. I fell to the floor, pummeled by volumes of encyclopedias and other reference material.

I pushed myself out of the pile and made a small groan of pain as I stood up. “Is everyone okay?” I questioned, especially concerned about Megumi, who I had unintentionally knocked to the ground. As I helped her up, she nodded in response, but her eye, like mine, was quickly drawn to a strange book that Misaki had picked up. I read the title on the book aloud. “The Clow...” The name sounded old, but familiar; as if I’d heard it in another text I read before.

“What is that?” Megumi inquired as Misaki unlatched the clasp on the front. The other students in the class had gathered around us after the commotion, many of them just as curious about the book as the three of us were.

The spine cracked a little as she opened the cover. Inside was a recess, in which what looked like a deck of Tarot cards had been hidden away. ”What is this? It looks like something from a science-mystery movie...” But before anything else could be said, a burst of energy came from the book as the cards fluttered from the book and scattered around the room, spinning and floating about as they declared their freedom. Many of the students fled around corners and under tables to avoid the plethora of paper rocketing around the room.

I slid around the backside of a bookcase, where I was ‘approached’ by one of the cards. The small ribbon along the bottom read “The Serenity,” but it flashed with light and vanished before I could see any more. As I looked to the right, I saw Naoko run by. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the aisle and embraced her protectively, letting her fall into rank next to me. Suddenly a couple cards shot towards us, looking for an escape from the confined basement. Each of us grabbed one as they passed by. “What the heck are these?” Naoko questioned, looking at the card in her had.

“I...don’t know.” I replied, my mind puzzling to find an answer, but within moments, the cards dissipated almost as quickly as they had appeared; the entire ordeal, which seemed to last several minutes, had only taken several seconds. I turned to my daughter, crouched down to her eye level, and set my hand on her shoulder. “You good, Nao-chan?” She looked at me and smiled. The card in her hand read “The Arrow” and I looked to see what mine said... “The Libra”

“Tou-san, what’s that in your pocket?” She pointed to a small, round lump protruding from my thigh. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small marble which was dark in center and clear at the edges.

I shrugged and shook my head, “I have no clue... But it looks like you have something too.” I pointed to her other hand.

Letting her examine the trinket, I stood and walked back to where the whole thing began to check on the rest of the class. Everyone looked fine as they each came out from their hiding spots; only a few students were left in the basement. ”The rest must have run back upstairs to get away.