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1 By Stirling Twilight
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2 stirling_9@hotmail.com
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6 Reprise
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8 Sakura flopped onto her back across the bed, clutching the Key around her neck. Why was this so
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9 hard, she wondered again? Tomoyo had told her that she loved her, had been as sincere and
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10 honest as a girl could be, and yet…
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11 Rolling onto her side Sakura pulled the pillow over her head, hiding from the unknown. In her
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12 head music played, over and over. Sakura tried to listen; tried to draw meaning from the words,
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13 but it was a confusion of sound that had no logic. She sighed, flipped the pillow off and sat
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14 up. Across the room Kero-chan watched an old movie on the TV, occasionally calling her
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15 attention to something he had forgotten since the last time he had watched this movie. Sakura
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16 smiled, stretched, and moved towards the door.
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17 "I'm taking a walk," she announced, not waiting for an answer, and was gone before Kero-chan
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18 noticed.
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19 She padded softly though the house, knowing she was alone but for the Seal Beast, but enjoying
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20 the stillness. Outside the night air was pleasantly cool, the sort of air that made you breathe
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21 deeply because the temperature was so comfortable. Smiling to herself Sakura buckled on her
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22 roller blades and headed for the park.
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23 As she glided along the internal music resumed. It had been gone for just a moment, but now
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24 that it was back Sakura realized why she had missed it, and she smiled. Picking up her pace she
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25 hurried to the King Penguin, hoping she would be alone for what she wanted to do. Luck was with
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26 her as she slowed to a stop just outside of the halo of streetlights. Her hand was in the place
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27 she had become accustomed to finding it in…nearly clutching for the Key around her neck. She
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28 reached into her shirt and with one fluid motion brought the Key into the night air.
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29 "Release!" she yelled, feeling the warm evening air swirl around her. With another equally as
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30 practiced motion a Clow Card was in her hand and then spinning before her face. With unhidden
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31 joy she brought the Key wand down on the Song Card, and commanded the Card to sing Tomoyo's song
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32 for her.
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33 Light and sound surged around her and at the first tentative strains of the song Sakura felt
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34 herself relax. Here was Tomoyo, singing for her. Singing for her, to please her, and no one
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35 else. Sakura leaned back against a tree and let the sound carry her away. She saw in her
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36 mind's eye the small group of friends on the rooftop that night, the Clow Card glowing before
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37 Tomoyo, and the two of them singing the sweet duet. Almost it seemed she could hear the
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38 counter-part in the song, softly, very softly.
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39 Closing her eyes she painted for herself an image of silky charcoal grey hair, soft grey eyes,
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40 and delicate, graceful hands clasped at her breast. Tomoyo's hands suddenly arrested Sakura's
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41 attention. Why hadn't she noticed them before? The recognition of that touch made her sit down
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42 heavily, as the song continued around her. The smallest whimper escaped her lips. She suddenly
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43 felt a warm wave of the softest caresses wash over and in her. Her heart swelled in her chest as
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44 she breathed deeply, remembering. How many times had Tomoyo's hand slipped easily into her own?
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45 Had always been there when her own fears had caused her to unconsciously groped for something to
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46 hold onto? There suddenly seemed to be no place Tomoyo hadn't touched. She was an invisible
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47 lifeline in a chaotic world that Sakura could share with no one. Almost she could feel those
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48 hands on her, softly, very softly.
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49 The final notes of Tomoyo's song faded away like a splash of cold water on her face causing
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50 Sakura to scramble upright, grasping for the Key, desperate for the song to continue. As if in
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51 response to her mad rush the Song Card began again, and Sakura sat back again with a sigh.
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52 "Keep singing please, I'll tell you when I want you to stop," she whispered dreamily.
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53 Lying back again, in a sleepy haze, she saw Tomoyo before her, wearing a long dress Sakura had
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54 never seen before. The pure whiteness of it made it glow in the soft light thrown off by Song,
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55 surrounding Tomoyo in a soft halo. A perfect angel Sakura thought smiling. Tomoyo's hair was
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56 swept up onto the top of her head in a mass of curls, white ribbons, and cherry blossom
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57 flowers. Tomoyo's hands came together at her chest and her eyes closed as she joined her voice
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58 to that of Song, singing the fairy duet once again. Entranced Sakura found herself watching the
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59 apparition's mouth. The lips, as pink as the cherry blossoms in her hair, looked moist and
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60 soft, with a promise of heavenly sweetness about them Sakura wanted to taste. She longed to
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61 touch the Tomoyo before her but feared breaking the spell. Her lungs suddenly ached in her
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62 chest from a lack of air and she drew in a deep breath. Sakura realized her whole being was
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63 wound tight, almost to the point of panting. The spectral Tomoyo glided closer as the song
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64 reaching its simple climax and slowly she bent over the straining Sakura. The scent of Tomoyo
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65 embraced Sakura and she sucked in breath, her eyes growing wide in surprise. Lowering herself
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66 to her knees Tomoyo leaned into Sakura, who, unnerved, locked her eyes on the petal like lips
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67 before her. For a fleeting moment she was afraid she would speak, but desire won her over and
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68 closing her eyes Sakura lifted her face towards the angel who knelt over her. Tomoyo's soft
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69 breath caressed Sakura's face with the final words to the song, their lips less than an inch
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70 apart, and then, as soft as snowflakes, Tomoyo's mouth came down on Sakura's. For an eternity
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71 Sakura fought an urge to stiffen, but the warmth of the angel pressed against her turned her
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72 muscles to jelly and her whole body relaxed. Encouraged, Tomoyo gently applied more pressure,
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73 and Sakura gave herself over to the sensation, her whole body ringing like the clearest chime.
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74 Her arms, moving on their own, came up and wound around the tiny waist, encountering white silk
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75 and even softer escaped curls. Sakura pulled her friend in closer, longing to drown in the
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76 feelings she was experiencing. And the Song Card sang on.
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