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1 Never enough time
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2 By Radar
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3 simon_mcnestrie@hotmail.com
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4
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5 -----------
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6 DISCLAIMER:
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7 These characters belong to CLAMP! This is a Yuri story so if it
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8 offends you please don't read!
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9
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10 'Never enough time!'
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11
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12 That one thought kept repeating in her mind as she sat in
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13 meditation. Her auburn hair now stretching down her back, her emerald
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14 eyes that had once held a unique sparkle now dull, almost lifeless.
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15 No one quiet knew how this seemingly young woman came to this
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16 particual Buddhist temple, despite the fact that the question had
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17 been asked many times since her arrival. She had arrived, seemingly
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18 lost, and simply asked if she could join their small community. She
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19 just sat there, or did menial chores, but there was always one thing
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20 that repeated in her mind: 'Never enough time!'
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21
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22 It had all happened more then 30 or so years ago. The auburn haired
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23 woman cast herself backwards in her memories to that fateful day when
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24 her beloved wife had met her end. She sighed softly, reliving that
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25 night in great detail. The battle, her pale love arriving when she
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26 had promised to go somewhere safe, the way the woman had pushed her
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27 out of the way, taking the fatal attack for herself, the grief and
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28 sadness, the anger that followed and the lust for vengance, the look
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29 on the mysterious senshi's faces when her lust was satified. The
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30 looks of horror, sadness and grief on their children's and her pale
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31 wifes mother's face when she carried her loves body home.
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32
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33 'Never enough time!' Slowly she stood up and slowly walked around
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34 the temple, her legs stiff from her hours of sitting in the same
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35 place. Once... may years ago she was know as Sakura, mistress of the
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36 cards. But those days were long ago and far behind her. Sakura looked
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37 up at the stars, focusing on one inparticular. 'Why'd you do it
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38 Tomoyo?' she thought. Casting her mind back she relived it again.
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39
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40 Sakura looked on as the 10 figures dodged attack after attack. Each
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41 tried differnt attacks of their own, but to no affect. Tomoyo gasped
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42 as the building not too far away exploded. 'Get somewhere safe
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43 Tomoyo!' Sakura said, forming her staff. 'But...' Tomoyo started. She
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44 was silenced by a slow and gentle kiss from Sakura. 'I'll be ok Tomo-
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45 chan!' Sakura whispered, smiling at her pale wife. Tomoyo smiled
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46 herself and slowly retreated. Turning Sakura saw one of the figures
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47 on her knees, another with sea-green hair kneeling beside her. What
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48 ever they were fighting her turned its attention towards them, and at
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49 this moment they were very vunerable. Quickly she summond the Shield
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50 card to protect them. The others turned to face her, shocked that 2
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51 of their own had come so close to death. The monster also turn and
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52 saw her, realising what Sakura was, it changed tactics and focused on
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53 her and her alone, practically ignoring the others. In the end, she
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54 was too slow. So determind to protect everyone she was still to slow
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55 to protect herself. When the monsters final attack came and she was
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56 helpless to stop it. Then the ground and her view shifted. Time
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57 seemed to slow as she hit the ground, her horror at seeing Tomoyo
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58 push her out of the way, just in time to take the full force of the
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59 attack for herself, being propled through the air, and hitting the
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60 ground. She couldn't remember hitting the ground, all she could
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61 remember clearly is slowly crawling over to her fallen love,
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62 craddling her body as Tomoyo slowly slipped away. 'Why Tomoyo?'
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63 Sakura asked, tears falling down her cheeks. Tomoyo didn't answer.
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64 Instead she looked up with a pained smile. 'I'm happy to die in
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65 Sakura-chan's arms!' she whispered, her eyes closing for the last
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66 time. Sighing softly the pale woman breathing stopped, her hand
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67 falling from Sakura's cheek to the ground. 'Tomoyo?' Sakura
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68 whimpered, shaking Tomoyo's body gently. She shook Tomoyo again,
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69 almost screaming her name. Gently she set the pale woman's body down
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70 and picked up her discarded staff transforming it into a deadly
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71 sabre, and slowly walked towards the thing that had taken away her
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72 wife. The rest was a blur. She turn having killed the monster and
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73 took Tomoyo's body home, the senshi stood silent watching her leave.
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74 Kumiko and Nadeshiko were completely shock when Sakura tried to
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75 explain that their mother had gone to a better place. Nadeshiko
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76 perhaps, never quite recovered from that. Sonomi had demanded that
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77 Sakura tell her how her only daughter had ended up dead, only hear
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78 nothing but silence.
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79
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80 A tear fell down her cheeck as she pulled herself back to the
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81 present. She knew now that is was time she left her exile and return
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82 to her family. Bidding farwell to the monks and nuns she slowly made
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83 her way back to Japan.
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84
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85 'Never enough time!'
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86
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87 Still in her robes, she stood outside the Daidouji mansion. She'd
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88 forgoten how large the house was. Slowly opening the gate she walked
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89 up to the house, stopping half way when someone had caught sight of
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90 her. Too her surprise, it was Nadeshiko. 'You?' Nadeshiko asked, when
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91 Sakura had lowered the rood of her robes. Sakura's nod was cut off
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92 when Nadeshiko slapped her. 'Why'd you leave?' The question cut into
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93 Sakura, who had not even tried to defend herself when she realised
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94 what her youngest daughter was about to do. 'Answer me!' That was
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95 followed by another slap. Nadeshiko's normally pale face was bright
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96 red with anger. 'I'm sorry!' was Sakura's answer. It looked like
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97 Nadeshiko was going to slap her again until the pale woman clentched
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98 her fist and punched the older woman. Staggering backwards Sakura
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99 managed to keep herself on her feet, standing up straight, she was
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100 met with another punch, and another. Sakura still made no attempt at
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101 defending herself under her daughters punches. Soon they became
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102 weaker and weaker until Nadeshiko collapsed against the person she'd
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103 known as her papa, crying heavily. Slowly she put her arms around her
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104 daughter, trying her best to comfort her. Then she saw the young
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105 girl, watching the older women. 'Nadeshiko-mama?' she asked, 'Are you
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106 ok?' Nadeshiko nodded slightly, 'Hai!' Sakura was shocked at the
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107 likeness. The girl couldn't have been more then 11 years old and yet
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108 she looked almost excactly like Tomoyo, except for her eyes. 'Go and
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109 get your oba-san Tomoyo-chan!' Nadeshiko whispered. The girl nodded
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110 and ran into the house, emerging less then 2 minutes later, her oba-
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111 san in tow. 'Sakura-papa?' the second woman asked. Sakura nodded.
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112 Kumiko smiled slightly. Then she realised she was indeed home.
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113
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114 'Welcome home!' |
