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2 Conjure Me 1/1
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3 by Meredith Bronwen Mallory
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4 mallorys-girl@cinci.rr.com
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8 DECEMBER 5th 2009
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11 They walked hand in hand; though hers was cold as ice to him and she found
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12 his to be uncomfortably sweaty. Heat rising from a swamp, ready to smother.
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13 Her hands were strong, well formed and colored like light brushing against
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14 a peach. Capable. Somehow, Sakura felt all that go away, when he wrapped
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15 his calloused fingers around her hand; she thought perhaps he was drawing
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16 the magic out of her, a little bit at a time. That was silly, of course;
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17 they were just holding hands. Boyfriend and girlfriend, walking out under
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18 the cold winter stars as their breaths released in little clouds. Snow
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19 whirled about, caught in her auburn hair and pressed against her red coat
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20 with the golden buttons. She laughed and, taking the opportunity to
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21 disengage her hand, ran ahead, twirling when she reached a fork in the
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22 path. Head tilted back, she opened her mouth like a child waiting for a
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23 spoonful of powered sugar. The moon was a pale sliver, the delicate
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24 crescent of a fingertip.
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28 Tomoyo blazed before her eyes, an inadvertent thought, but somehow more
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29 real. The moon was a bright distant point of light in her best friendıs fey
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30 eyes. She thought about last night, Tomoyoıs soft, cool hand in Sakuraıs
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31 own, smiling as they turned and turned, making the world move on their own
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32 axis. Then, rather than falling apart, they had pulled together and sunken
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33 to their knees in the soft snow. Hands coming together, Tomoyoıs face
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34 pillowed on Sakuraıs shoulder. And then, for some reason, Sakura buried her
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35 face in her best friendıs hair, lost in an endless river of ebony and
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36 violet.
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37
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39
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40 ³Hoe,² a soft, incredulous breath, coming in time with the color rising to
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41 her cheeks. She realized belatedly that she had been standing still for
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42 quite some time, and now Syaoran stood ahead of her waiting. Flashing him
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43 an apologetic smile, she hurried to catch up. A cloud draped itself over
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44 the moon, making the shapes in the park less familiar. When Sakura was
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45 close enough, Syaoran took her hand again.
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46 ³Letıs do something different tonight,² Syaoran suggested, turning to
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47 Sakura with eyes that looked empty in the moonlight.
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48 ³Nani? What do you mean?² absently, she looked at her watch. The hand and
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49 shadow fell to nine oıclock.
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50 ³I donıt know,² he said in a tone that meant he did, ³Do you want to come
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51 to my apartment? You could call your dad, tell him youıll be a little
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52 late.² There was something, something in her chest, dark and slithering.
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53 She didnıt know what it was.
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54 ³Alright,² her voice was quiet. They continued in a different direction,
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55 still holding hands.
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56 She was sixteen years old.
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59 ~
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61
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62 Tomoyo walked carefully in the snow, feeling transported. Trees rose
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63 against the star-filled sky, looking like twisted, polished question marks.
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64 Not even the lights of the city could change the strange, alien feeling
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65 that dipped like a scythe against her ribs. The people sharing the sidewalk
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66 seemed somehow more removed, colorless almost, though she told herself
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67 that was only her loneliness seeping through. It bled like that, spreading
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68 outward like a flower, anti-survival, pulling thorns inward. Shivering,
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69 Tomoyo pulled her coat and moon-spangled scarf closer. Her dress, long and
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70 red velvet, brushed against the backs of her legs, in time with the soft
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71 click of her shoes. That was the rhythm, sudden and very overwheliming:
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72 click - clack, click- clack, click - clack. Up beat, down beat. She paused,
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73 oblivious to the pedestrians that pushed around her. Slim, china-white
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74 fingers pressed against her temples, massaging there for a moment before
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75 she continued onward. She thought about Sakura; Sakuraıs hair sliding
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76 through the brush, Sakuraıs slim shoulders encased in green that matched
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77 her eyes. Sakura, smiling, saying she had a date with Syaoran tonight, but
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78 tomorrow she would take Tomoyo down town and theyıd have fun shopping.
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79
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80
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81 Yesterday with Sakura, walking through a corridor of ebony trees, snow
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82 dripping off their branches like strings of glass beads. They had not
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83 seemed like question marks then, but rather totems raised for Sakura,
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84 supporting a palace that had never been built. The wind had moved around
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85 the two of them like a river current, rising against Tomoyoıs cheek bones--
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86 a longed-for touch-- pushing the clouds across the moon and then away
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87 again. Sakura had turned towards Tomoyo, smiling, her emerald eyes like the
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88 depths of the ocean in the darkness. Glory had pushed up through Tomoyo
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89 then, sung in her veins, and as always there was no where for it to go. It
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90 cycled through her, refined each time it passed through her heart, the same
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91 as the blood in her veins. Her throat tightened miserably, all the words
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92 that tangled there seemed stupid and inexpressive. Sheıd searched Sakuraıs
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93 face for understanding, some hint of... there were no words for what she
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94 was looking for. Her hands had gripped Sakuraıs and then, by some unspoken
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95 agreement, they began to turn, round and round, never getting anywhere, but
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96 pulling in towards each other. When they fell to the ground, Tomoyo had
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97 laid her head on her friendıs shoulder, gripping the other girlıs coat with
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98 hands that felt like they would break.
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99 Sheıd said, ³Sakura...²
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100
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101
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102 ³Silly, jealous girl,² she murmured to herself. She forced herself to see
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103 Sakura, happy and smiling on her wedding day, veil thrown over her face
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104 like whatever it was that kept her from seeing the truth. Syaoran would
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105 stand just-so beside her, not smiling because he never smiled, but still
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106 looking like he was happy, looking like he would take care of Sakura. And
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107 herself, somewhere in the background; the one who organized everything, the
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108 one who wiped tears off Sakura's face when she said she was scared and
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109 didn't know if she could go through with the wedding. Always, Tomoyo held
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110 this vision out to herself, but whether it was a promise or a threat even
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111 she didn't know. Presently, the wind pushed the snow against her in a gush,
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112 like the tiny frozen wings of butterflies. Tomoyo breathed deeply, and the
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113 pinch of the scythe became just a little bit stronger.
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118 Her coat was tossed haphazardly in the easy chair, her shoes --black
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119 patenleather with dainty straps-- sat patiently like twin dogs beside
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120 Syaoran's thick sneakers. Sakura saw none of these things, but later she
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121 would remember the placement of everything in the room as one remembers the
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122 stillness of the world before a tornado. She waited for the windows to blow
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123 inward, glass shards like knives ready to cut to the quick. Instead, the
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124 color simply drained from the room; no more blue sofa, brown coffee-table,
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125 green carpet, black-yellow-brown-blue-red pictures of relatives from China.
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126 Only Syaoran's hands retained their color, looking somehow like menacing
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127 claws as they hang suspended before her chest.
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128 "Ano..." he said, and his hands shook with the words. She realized she
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129 hadn't been looking at his face. How strange this felt, like someone else's
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130 life. He wanted her to say something, but there didn't seem to be anything
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131 inside her anymore-- not even a voice. Wasn't she supposed to feel like she
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132 was flying, like she was going to come apart if he didn't touch her and
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133 kiss her? Wasn't that in all the movies and the books and the pictures of
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134 pretty shoujo heroines in the final panels of manga? This was it, the rose
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135 petals would fall across the screen, the hero and heroine would tumble
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136 gracefully onto the bed, like dancers. Perhaps, she thought, it takes a
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137 little while to build up. So she lifted her lips like she did when she
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138 smiled and nodded her head. He moved his fingers to the neckline of her
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139 dress-- the pink one with the red ribbons that Tomoyo had made-- and
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140 carefully slipped a button loose while he made a little breathy noise that
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141 sounded like "Sakura" or the brush of dried leaves on cold stone.
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144 Tomoyo had laid her head on Sakura's shoulder, lips pressed into Sakura's
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145 scarf as she breathed words there. There was something rhythmic to it, an
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146 ancient chant, and Tomoyo's body had moved with it, arms snaking around
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147 Sakura's waist.
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148 "Daijobu?" Sakura could not remember asking the question, but a small
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149 flower of warm air bloomed in the cold, and Tomoyo's body stiffened, so she
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150 must have said something like that.
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151 "I want to tell you something," Tomoyo had said, "I want to..." Her breath
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152 had shuddered, even as Sakura stroked her hair, "but I can't."
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153 "Naze?" a little broken word. Tomoyo slipped gracefully from Sakura's
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154 arms, her violet-ebony hair falling about her like folded wings. She smiled
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155 and it looked painful, and her body was like something that could not be
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156 held. Fragility. There was steel underneath, though; it was the color of
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157 Tomoyo's eyes. She offered her hand, white as the moon on snow, and helped
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158 Sakura stand.
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159 One of them said, "let's go get something to eat"; as if nothing had
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160 happened.
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163 Now they were moving towards the bedroom, Syaoran lifting Sakura into his
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164 arms. Her legs were polished and long-- too long, apparently-- and she had
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165 a hard time shifting her weight against Syaoran's chest. He was down to his
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166 boxers, she clad only in the creamy silk shift with its lace of growing,
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167 virginal flowers.
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171 Tomoyo tested out a smile, looking at the reflection of her face in the
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172 display window. Behind her ethereal image, there cookies, pies and delicate
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173 pastries, festive and brightly lit. The smile faltered, then died
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174 altogether as Tomoyo attempted to brush away the warm image that rose like
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175 a seductress from a bed of silk. Her mind held out the possibility,
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176 impossibility, of a table spanned with candles and good food, set before
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177 herself and Sakura as they reclined in one another's arms. Her mask
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178 crumbled momentarily, her mouth pouted and her eyes closed to hold back
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179 tears, but it was gone so quickly that Tomoyo was able to tell herself it
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180 hadn't happened. Her heart fluttered weakly within its cage, its protests
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181 lost as she pushed the thoughts from her mind. Things that happened without
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182 Sakura were in parentheses, and there for didn't count. Instead, Tomoyo
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183 turned on her heel and headed into the shop, entering with the cold breeze
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184 as her fanfare. She didn't even noticed as her blood ebbed more slowly in
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185 her veins.
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190 It took only three of Syaoran's heavy steps down the hallway and they were
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191 there, poised in the threshold of his room. She tried to smile up at him,
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192 but he wasn't even looking at her, and when he tried to move he ended up
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193 ramming her hip into the doorframe. Now he was looking at her, lukewarm
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194 brown eyes narrowing in concern. Sakura bit her lip so hard she tasted her
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195 own bitter wine, but muttered a 'don't worry' to his apology. He put her
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196 down on the bed, moving her legs so that they were uncrossed, situating her
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197 like a china doll. His hands, big, calloused and sweaty, reached for the
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198 hem of her slip, lifting it ever so slightly before she cried out.
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200 ~
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201
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202 "Can I get you something, miss?"
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203 "Just a cup of tea, with honey, and..." Tomoyo raised her hand
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204 instinctively to cover her mouth, then coughed delicately into the white
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205 fabric on her palm. She put her hand down quickly, "and a few of those
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206 chocolate chip cookies." The tea was in a little china cup lined with gold,
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207 the cookies laid on a paper doily; three of them. Syaoran and Sakura and
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208 Tomoyo. She carried them carefully to a little round table, crossing her
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209 legs as she sat, trying to quell another cough. Raising the cup to her
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210 lips, she thought of a dress design like poetry, seams fitting together in
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211 careful black, green and gold, silently complimenting the depths of
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212 Sakura's shadowed, jungle eyes. Another idea swept away the last, this time
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213 a great embroidered gold dragon curling about Sakura's neck line. The
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214 images were vivid, making her fingers itch, so that Tomoyo did not see the
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215 blood she coughed up into her glove.
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220 Syaoran's eyes were narrowed until it looked like he couldn't see anything
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221 at all, but Sakura kept her face determined and her hands hard as she
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222 loosened his grip on the slip.
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223 "Something wrong?" His words were blunt, cutting.
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224 "Iie..," Sakura shook her fire-brown locks, "but we can do..." there were
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225 words for it, of course, but she somehow couldn't bring herself to use any
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226 of them, "without taking this off."
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227 "Alright," he said, and she smiled because she somehow wanted to protect
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228 herself from him. In the next moment, she turned her lips down, remembering
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229 the long monologues of praise in the romance novels-- how the heroine
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230 wanted her man to have everything of her, that she wanted to share with
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231 him, her whole self. She couldn't hold onto it, any of it, so detached was
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232 she. Syaoran took off his boxers, dropping them beside the bed; she slipped
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233 off her underwear then tossed them, trying to be decadent, to celebrate her
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234 loss, and the white scrap of cloth flew through the air like a kamikaze
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235 bird.
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239 'Someone', Tomoyo thought suddenly, wildly, 'is ripping me open and sewing
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240 me back up'. An ill tide rose in her being, so swift and powerful that all
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241 at once she couldn't remember what it was like to not have pain. There was
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242 pain, everywhere, the bright, functional needles of a sewing machine.
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245 His breathing was the sound of metal on metal, sword on sword. Sakura
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246 moved backwards, feeling the pillows pressing into her back, hands offering
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247 her up for sacrifice. Syaoran's nails were rough on her skin, cutting
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248 without leaving a mark. Now the pillows would give way no more and her head
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249 was pressed against the merciless wall. She had a sudden, insane image of
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250 her mother like this: cornered and crying inside.
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251 "This isn't it," Sakura imaged her saying, her long hair moving to cover
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252 her body in vain, "this isn't, isn't it."
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256 She was being pressed in the gears, drawn out like a piece of thread and
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257 pinned down again and again. Tomoyo's pretty, gloved hands rose, like the
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258 fluttering of doves wings, to touch her burning cheeks. She felt the damp
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259 palm of her right fingers, looked down to see them colored in red. As if
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260 Sakura had kissed them with lipstick, her traitorous mind supplied. A sound
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261 devoid of happiness burst from Tomoyo's lungs; she laughed because she knew
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262 she was dying, knew that Sakura would never touch her and now and forever
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263 there was really no chance. Strange, how she'd never really admitted it.
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266 Sakura said the words, over and over; "this isn't it, this isn't it". They
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267 were heavy on her tongue and quick to fly, she was crying without shedding
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268 any tears.
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269 Syaoran said, "I'm not going to hurt you." As if he hadn't already.
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271
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272 Tomoyo's laugh rose, filled the small cafe until she felt the gazes of
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273 strangers slithering over her body. Biting down on her lip and swallowing
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274 her voice, she tasted her own blood and a touch of the ocean. Salt water;
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275 her tears. Fingers, stained and trembling felt against her face as though
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276 she was a blind woman. The world blurred and blurred with her pain (God,
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277 she didn't even know what was happening), and at last the beating of her
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278 lungs forced her to open her mouth. Tomoyo coughed, and blood fell from her
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279 lips like grotesque rain.
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281
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282
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283
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284 Now the glass did break; windows pushing inward like bubbles released from
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285 a child's summer hand. The shards flew wildly, vengeful faeries, and Sakura
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286 reared back, watching Syaoran lift his arms in defense. She slipped past
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287 him like she was made of nothing.
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288 "Tomoyo," she whispered, so pained that she could not remember ever having
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289 happiness. The new red kisses of blood on her skin and the crimson river
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290 falling between her legs did not concern her, instead she raised her hands
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291 to hold the emptiness tearing through her body like a tiger; she looked in
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292 Syaoran's dull brown eyes and saw fear there.
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293 'You!' she wanted to scream, to pour accusation on him, but Sakura was too
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294 full of her own sick guilt to blame anyone else. Instead, she turned and
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295 fled, silken camisole moving against her body like a dozen concerned hands.
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296 Down the stairs, her bare fee pounding mercilessly until they were too numb
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297 to feel the cold as she ran into the winter night. It was as if someone had
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298 taken her hands, was leading her, and indeed she ran with them
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299 outstretched, ignorant of her final destination. The star-key dropped
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300 against her chest in time with her heart beat, ringing against her ribcage
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301 with finality. Then her hand was on a cold metal bar-- she was pushing open
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302 a glass door and hurrying into a place filled with bright lights and the
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303 sound of Tomoyo dying. Pushing through the crowd with hands that chilled
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304 all she moved aside, Sakura saw her best friend laid out of the blue and
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305 gold and white pattern tile, a sprawled and broken china doll. She was on
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306 her knees without thinking about it, Tomoyo's pale form closed within her
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307 arms. The still girl stirred, turning her wide snow-touched star-light eyes
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308 on the Card mistress, and Sakura almost cried; for Tomoyo's face was
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309 filled with joy at seeing her.
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310 "Sa..." Tomoyo's labored breathing swallowed the rest of the sound. Her
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311 eyes slipped closed momentarily as sheer red flowed to her lips. They were
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312 in a sea of red, Sakura realized, their blood mingling and staining
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313 everything around them.
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314 "Tomoyo-chan," Sakura managed, holding the other girl's delicate fingers.
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315 "Don't die," she said the dark-haired girl's name over and over again, as
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316 if the chant could call her back into her body. "I'm so sorry. I was trying
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317 to be something I'm not...," Sakura breathed in her tears until her throat
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318 hurt with them, "Forgive me, I'll make it up to you."
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319 "I told you to," Tomoyo's smile was pale as coral, but it was real; the
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320 pieces of Sakura's heart dove in their own suicide to realize just how much
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321 of a facade her friend's happiness had been. In death's gentle embrace, her
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322 eyes were filled with unconditional love, "I said to Sakura-chan, 'Li-kun
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323 loves you'. It's my fault." The words buried themselves in Sakura-- it was
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324 the truth when neither of them knew it. Tomoyo's soft, cool hand was
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325 against Sakura's cheek, and then tracing softly over her lips. "And I," she
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326 managed to raise her head, lips so close to her friend that he Card
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327 mistress more felt the confession than heard it;
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328
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329 "And I love Sakura."
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330
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332 ==============
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333
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334 DECEMBER 6th 2009
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335
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336
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337 It was snowing again, falling through the window and collecting in
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338 Sakura's lap. She knelt in her pajamas on the window seat, watching the
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339 moon move through the clouds and feeling the cold slowly work is way into
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340 her veins. The light behind her was dim, coloring her room a brown antique
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341 photo; and the shadows seemed to move when they thought she wasn't looking.
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342 "Sakura," Cerberus' two fine saber teeth lodged in her shirt, trying to
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343 pull her away from the window; she only loosened his grip and absently
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344 stroked his golden coat, barely registering sensation. A soft knock at the
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345 door; no response, then a shaft of light annihilating the darkness.
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346 "Imouto-chan..." this from another voice, and Sakura raised her head just
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347 barely to meet her brother's gaze. Touya held the phone in his hand,
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348 towards her and away from him. "It's Sonomi-san. She wants to talk to you."
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349 Sakura allowed the phone to be placed in her still hands, her green eyes
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350 like emerald windows that had been pulled tightly closed against the world.
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351 "Ano..." Touya said, "Syaoran was here, earlier. I told him to come back
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352 later."
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353 For a moment, Sakura moved her lips without sound, before her voice
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354 sounded like the high string on a cello-- sweet, but strangely low. "When
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355 he comes again," she seemed ageless, eternity shivering by the window,
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356 "tell him he knows why I will not see him, and shall never see him again.
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357 Tell him I give him no blame, that it is not his fault. Tell him, also, to
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358 go home and marry Meiling, that he might keep his honor and make her
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359 happy." She turned her hand away, gazing at he bright round buttons of the
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360 telephone, before raising it to her ear. Touya stood for a moment, stunned
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361 by the chill in his little sister's eyes and voice, before pressing his
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362 wide hand against her shoulder and retreating.
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363
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364 For a moment, there was only breathing on the line.
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365 "Konbanwa, Sonomi-san," Sakura said, pressing her free hand to her mouth,
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366 swallowing sob after sob.
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367 "Oh, Sakura-chan," the voice of Tomoyo's mother was soothing and
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368 discomforting at once. "I wanted to ask you, could you... would you please
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369 speak at Tomoyo's funeral tomorrow?" Tears came like static on the line,
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370 "She did love you so... I think it would make her happy."
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371 "Of course, Sonomi-san," Sakura drew in a breath that caught in her
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372 throat, "I would be honored. Tomoyo is..," her eyes closed to combat the
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373 truth, "was so... very precious to me."
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374 "Hai," they were both crying now, words distorted and raw, "There are
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375 things here I think she would want you to have."
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376 "I can't take anything from you, Sonomi-san," Sakura said honestly, her
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377 hands fisting in Cerberus' fur. The seal beast rested his head in her lap,
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378 making small feline noises of comfort. "Tomoyo was your daughter-- you
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379 should have her things."
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380 "But she would have wanted you to have something," Sonomi insisted, "She
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381 cared about you so much." Sakura felt sure she'd been cut, sliced from
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382 breast bone o navel with hurt. <What can I say?> she wondered. She wanted
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383 to tell Sonomi the truth, to say, 'it is my hand that caused your
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384 daughter's death-- it was I who loved her, and with my unconscious magic
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385 bound her to me. It was also I who betrayed her with another, and killed
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386 her.' Sakura strained her eyes in the dim light, focusing on the row of
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387 dolls near her bed. She gazed at an ebony-haired, silken-bronze clad doll
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388 with a suddenly watery memory of a smile; the doll has been a gift from
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389 Tomoyo.
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390 Drawing a breath, she whispered into the phone; "I will take only what you
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391 want me to have."
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392 "Thank you," said the older woman, "Sakura-chan, if you need to talk, I am
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393 here. When my Nadeshiko died, I should have liked to have had someone to
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394 confide in... I am here if you need me."
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395 Sakura bit her lip, "You are in so much pain, and yet yu're trying to ease
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396 mine. I hope I can return the favor."
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397 "Just go on to be whatever it is Sakura is destined to be," the tiny,
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398 disembodied voice entreated, "Tomoyo-chan wanted to see you shine."
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399 It was a while before Sakura could speak past the blinding agony, "I will.
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400 I promise. Good night, Sonomi-san."
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401 "Good night, and thank you," the other voice returned, before the air was
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402 still and dead. Sakura held the phone in both hands, looking down into
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403 Cerberus' deep brown eyes.
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404
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405 "I did kill her, didn't I, Kero-chan?" Sakura's voice was soulless.
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406 "You didn't mean to," the seal beast insisted.
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407 "No," a sigh, "Everyone said to me, 'Syaoran loves you', and so I thought
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408 I must love him too. I wanted so badly not to disappoint anyone. But..."
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409 Sakura flung the phone away, watching it slide across the hard-wood floor
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410 and spiral there. "I loved Tomoyo. I *love* Tomoyo," she breathed in the
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411 present tense and all the hope it held. "I never let myself realize, I was
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412 so scared of disappointing everyone."
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413 "You were given a power you don't understand," Cerberus pointed out, "How
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414 were you to know that your love for her bound you together?"
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415 "I'm the one that cut the cord! Why did I go with Syaoran?" Sakura reached
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416 blindly for the doll Tomoyo had given her, "The whole time I was there, I
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417 knew everything was wrong. If I had left, or said no, Tomoyo-chan would
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418 still be alive." Slowly, Sakura climbed to her feet, approaching her desk
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419 on shaky legs. Her hands traced the rich cover of the book of Clow, and
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420 Sakura Cards resting within. "Now I see why Clow wanted to be rid of this
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421 power." Her hand reached for the small over-head lamp as she opened the
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422 book, eyes roaming over the beautiful illustrations of power; all beautiful
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423 lines and careful coloring. The thought was so sudden that Sakura stood
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424 with the force of it, feeling the world fall away beneath her feet. "Clow
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425 cheated Death," she murmured.
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426 "Hai," said Cerberus without thinking. A low tiger chuckle emerged between
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427 his teeth, "Death came to see Clow, once or twice. Knocked on the door--
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428 nice and polite," he smiled at the memory, "but Clow was the most powerful
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429 sorcerer ever. He only died when he was tired of his power." The seal beast
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430 gazed at Sakura, suddenly aware of the present, "The most powerful
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431 sorcerer, save you of course."
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432 "I had never thought about living forever," Sakura's words drifted, "or
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433 close to forever, anyway." She turned the pages of the book, faster and
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434 faster until it was the sound of birds rustling. With awe, she touched over
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435 the beautiful faces of the Light and the Dark, "I can save her."
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436 Cerberus stared at his Mistress for a moment, before venturing, "You'll
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437 have wait, a very long time."
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438 "I can learn to wait," Sakura murmured. Her hand was on the key, which
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439 swiftly became her staff; she was bounding towards the open window. Her
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440 toes touched the windowsill and she leapt out into the night with the Fly
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441 card giving her staff wings. Raising her eyes to the moon, Sakura cried her
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442 happiness. Tomoyo had waited so long for her, without ever expecting
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443 fulfillment-- could not Sakura do the same?
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444
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445
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446
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447
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448 The mortician had curled Tomoyo's hair loosely, draping the deep lavender
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449 near the girl's neck to cover the scars from the autopsy. Reverently,
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450 Sakura touched the corpse's pale cheek, feeling the void left by Tomoyo's
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451 soul. Without the shimmer of the girl inside, the body was husk, a poor
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452 imitation. With a hiss, she bit her lip, remembering what the doctors had
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453 officially reported. A rare disease-- the collection of blood in the lungs.
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454 Tomoyo had drowned to death in her own blood; but the doctors didn't know
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455 the real reason why. A sob locked in Sakura's throat; Tomoyo didn't look
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456 like she was sleeping, or even alive at all, only empty, empty. Moving the
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457 lid of the casket away, Sakura reached for her key.
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458 "Oh key that holds the power of the Stars," she chanted, hanging ont the
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459 words with her sanity, "reveal to me thy true form. By the pledge between
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460 us, Sakura doth command! RELEASE!" The breeze settled, and Sakura felt
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461 oddly alone-- always, Tomoyo had been by her side, taping and observing her
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462 magic. Swallowing her sickness, she lifted the first of the cards.
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463 "CREATE-- make for me a box worthy of holding Tomoyo's heart!" A deep
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464 breath, and she set the new silver chest aside. "FREEZE-- keep Tomoyo's
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465 body young forever!" Finally, she raised her right hand high, "SWORD!"
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466 With her eyes firmly fixed on the empty visage of her beautiful best
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467 friend, Sakura lifted the sword.
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468 "I love you, Tomoyo."
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469 And she drove the blade in next to Tomoyo's heart.
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470
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472
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473 =================
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474
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475 DECEMBER 5th, 2109
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476 Tomoeda, Japan
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477
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478 Once, the area had been the site of an amusement park in bright colored
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479 plastics, with children laughing loud into the wind. Before that-- though
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480 no one in Tomoeda had a memory extending that far-- an old, towering
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481 mansion had rested on the land. Now both were long gone, bull-dozed in turn
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482 for progress, and for some twenty years, wild vines and trees had retaken
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483 the place. The earth easily forgets humanity. In recent years, it had
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484 become the site of a new building project that had the citizens of Tomoeda
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485 talking; even the children that climbed the old and faded King Penguin had
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486 whispered amongst each other. Gradually, a house seemed to grow from the
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487 ground; yellow, with a porch that circled it and turrets as fine for any
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488 castle. It became the home of a rich young heiress by the name of Kinomoto
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489 Sakura, and if there had ever been another young girl with bright green
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490 eyes, a cheerful spirit and whispering brown hair... well, there was no one
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491 around to remember her. She looked not a day over sixteen, this young
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492 woman, though she insisted she was twenty-two, and as far as anyone knew,
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493 she lived in the house by herself. Sometimes, people said they heard voices
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494 drifting down from the house, but that was just talk. At first, the towns
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495 people resented Kinomoto-san in a way, but she gave generously to the
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496 drill team and cheer-leading club at the elementary school, and she seemed
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497 to love the town as much as they did. Gradually, she became a regular
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498 fixture, and people felt free to wave or greet her on the street. However,
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499 only children really seemed at ease with her; perhaps because, despite her
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500 powerful baring, she was still so much a child herself.
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501
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503
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504
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505 It was there on the calendar in thick, neat Kanji, some of it spilling
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506 over into the next neatly lined square.
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507 "December 5th," Cerberus read what his mistress had written, standing on
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508 his hunches to see, "Tomoyo died. Please come back, Tomoyo." The name was
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509 in friendly Hirigana, a little school-girl style heart draw cradled in the
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510 'to'. "Todays the day," he said, padding across the kitchen tile towards
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511 his companion, "Think she'll realize it when she wakes up?"
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512 Perched on a stool near the counter, Yue tossed a lock of moon-white hair
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513 and snorted, "Of course she knows, my furry friend. As if she hasn't been
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514 watching the calendar like a hawk."
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515 "Hai, hai," there was a flash, and Cerberus flitted into his smaller form,
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516 alighting on Yue's shoulder. "I'm just a little worried, though. She hasn't
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517 even mentioned it."
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518 Yue rolled his eyes, "This is a very big thing-- very personal. She's
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519 probably nervous. I think maybe we should..."
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520 "Ohayo, Yue-san," the Card Mistress' voice rang clear in the cool winter
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521 kitchen. She smiled just a little bit, standing in the doorway with the
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522 rainbow lights of the sun catcher playing over her body. With a practiced
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523 air, she plucked Cerberus from the air, "Ohayo, Kero-chan." Ignoring the
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524 looks her friends gave her, Sakura padded towards the cupboard, pulling on
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525 her silken pajama top. Cutlery and china began to chime together-- the
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526 sounds of breakfast being made.
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527 "Ohayo, Sakura-sama," Yue offered, stretching his wings and barely
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528 managing not to over turn the stool. "Kero-chan and I were just talking. We
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529 thought perhaps we would let you have the house to yourself today and check
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530 out the old haunts-- the temple, the park..."
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531 "Hey," Kero back stroked in the air, "As long as we buy some of that
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532 really good Pocky from the corner store, I'm happy." Yue batted at him
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533 absently, watching as his Mistress turned away from the oven. There were
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534 tears back-lighted emerald by her eyes, just barely swimming over her
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535 lashes.
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536 "Arigato, Yue-san," her smile was gentle and thankful, "That's very kind
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537 of you."
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538 "Don't mention it," Kero accepted the small pancakes Sakura offered out,
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539 "It was my idea." Expertly, he dodged Yue's hand, holding out a slice of
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540 pancake to the young man.
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541 "I detest food," Yue returned, before turning back to Sakura, "Anyway, I
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542 think we'll go right now." Sakura nodded softly and watched her two
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543 companions drift out into the hallway. A moment later, she heard the door
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544 close, and her body slumped against the counter. Gathering her strength,
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545 she moved to sit at the table, picking at her food with a hopeless,
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546 disinterested chop-sticks. Around her, the world was a comfortable new day
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547 yellow-- outside the window, the sun touched the morning sky opal, and the
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548 bare trees rose beautiful. Finally, Sakura pushed herself away from the
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549 table and moved towards the back door on unsteady legs.
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550
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551 Outside, the winter are was crisp and real on Sakura's skin-- she breathed
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552 and watched small white air-flowers bloom. Trotting down the cobble stone
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553 path, she moved into the green house, her hands touching lightly on the
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554 roses, nadeshikos and lilies that grew there. In truth, she felt a little
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555 silly, a little too much like Eriol-- living in her mansion house and
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556 playing the recluse. She loved the people of her home town and tried to
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557 mingle with them when she could, but they always seemed a little wary. As
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558 she plucked a yellow rose to match the morning, Sakura supposed she didn't
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559 blame them. She had left scarcely a year after Tomoyo's death, wanting her
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560 memories of home to be pleasant, and not back-dropped with odd glances and
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561 whispers of suspicion as she failed to age or change. She returned only
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562 briefly for her father's funeral, and then for Sonomi-san's and, in the
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563 mean time, she traveled. She had been to London, to New York, Paris and
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564 even back to Hong Kong for the wedding of Syaoran and Meiling's
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565 grand-daughter, Shaiming. Staying in one place for very long was never an
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566 option, but she grew to enjoy the different landscapes of her life, all the
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567 while longing for the day when the mystery aboard each boat or train or jet
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568 she took would not be "who is that pretty young woman?", but "did you see
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569 that beautiful pale woman and her friend? I wonder who they are". In a way,
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570 she feared her hundred years of living would make her feel separate from
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571 Tomoyo-- put distance between them, that they would no longer be able to be
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572 friends. Still, the words of her gentle best friend ("There is no one I
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573 want to be with more thn Sakura-chan") would come to her at night, and she
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574 would dream of adventures for the both of them. Tomoyo had always seemed
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575 ageless-- perhaps she and Sakura had finally caught up.
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576
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577 Smiling lightly, Sakura carried her armful of flowers back to the house,
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578 waving at the young school girls as they passed.
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579 "Ohayo, Kinomoto-san!" one voice raised itself above the rest, and the
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580 owner lingered by the hedge.
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581 "Good morning to you, too, Asahi-san," Sakura greeted, patting the girl's
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582 ebony braids with affection, "How are you?"
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583 "I'm fine," Asahi chirped, her lop-sided red winter coat making her look
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584 like a robin, "You look very happy, Kinomoto-san. How are you?"
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585 "I'm well," Sakura felt a slight blush, "and I am happy. A friend of mine
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586 will be returning today. It has been a long time since I've seen her."
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587 "Really?" Asahi enthused, "Can I meet her?"
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588 "I hope so..." Sakura looked away, "though perhaps she may not want to
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589 stay. I have wronged her in the past, and hope to make up to her."
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590 "Why didn't you see her earlier?" the younger girl inquired.
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591 "Ah," Sakura laughed, mostly at herself, "We've had to wait-- I do miss
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592 her so much."
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593 "Well," Asahi pressed a finger to her lip, considering, "Even if my mother
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594 says you are strange, Kinomoto-san, I don't see how any one could not like
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595 you. I am sure your friend will stay!"
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596 "Thank you, Asahi-san," Sakura murmured, selecting a yellow rose and
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597 several small white flowers from her load. "That makes me feel a lot
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598 better." Handing the small bouquet over the hedge, Sakura suggested, "Why
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599 don't you take these to put in your class room. It'll help brighten up
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600 winter."
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601 "Thank *you*, Kinomoto-san!" Asahi clasped the blooms to her heart, "It's
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602 the last day before break! I can't wait! Winter break is magic!" With that,
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603 the young girl turned and ran pell-mell down the street, pausing at the
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604 corner to look back and wave.
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605 "Don't forget to button your coat!" Sakura called after her, "It's cold
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606 out!"
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607 "Look who's in their nightgown!" Asahi shouted in return, giggling. Their
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608 laughter rang the bare tree branches.
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609 "Winter break is magic," Sakura murmured, sobering. Turning, she went back
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610 into the house, knowing she could not make herself wait any longer.
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611
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612
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613 In Tibet, Sakura had met a young woman who painted other people's sadness,
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614 so that they might look at it objectively. The Card Mistress kept her
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615 painting in a large, unused bedroom, mounted over a table on which stood a
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616 fine silver box. The canvas was coated with both longing and beauty; it was
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617 a portrait almost identical to Tomoyo, a young woman with long
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618 black-lavander hair standing by a window, cloak wrapped around her and
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619 gazing out to the winter sea. There were other things Sakura kept in the
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620 bedroom as well. A video camera, tapes, sewing supplies, and stacks upon
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621 stacks of journals and sketchbooks-- those things given to her by Sonomi
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622 after Tomoyo's funeral. Without realizing she was crying, Sakura placed the
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623 flowers in a vase on the nightstand, smoothing the coverlet on the bed.
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624 There were fine velvet draps over the windows, rows of beautiful dolls on
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625 the wall, waiting for an owner. On the dresser, there were baubles of every
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626 kind, jewlery and trinkets selected for someone special. All these things,
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627 Sakura had collected, always thinking of Tomoyo-- and yet, now all she
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628 wanted was to run through the street with her friend, to play ring around
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629 the rosy in the park and fall down upon each other.
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630
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631 "Oh, key that hides the power of the stars," Sakura began, lifting the lid
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632 of the silver box and gazing in on the thing preserved so perfectly in ice.
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633 A heart, the most perfect one-- for it was Tomoyo's. "I call upon Dark and
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634 Light, I call upon Life! Give form to the woman who's heart has waited so
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635 long! Give life to someone who was robbed of it so young! I call upon the
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636 heavens-- once more give body to the spirit of Daidouji Tomoyo!"
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637
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638 There was a moment when the room seemed terribly vacant-- as void as the
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639 corpse Sakura had watched buried so long ago. Then, an impossible breeze,
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640 brushing her short hair against her chin, and... Tomoyo. The pale girl
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641 stood still and bare, marveling at her hands, her long arms; her hair moved
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642 about her like a thing alive. Someone gasped, someone else cried out--
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643 Tomoyo's gray gaze met Sakura's own.
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644 "Sakura-chan," Tomoyo's voice was clear and distinct, a perfect crystal
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645 note, "You brought me back. Your magic," there was a smile, and that joy
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646 Sakura thought she'd never see again-- Tomoyo was happy to see her! "I
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647 didn't think... after I told you..."
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648 Sakura swallowed painfully, "Tomoyo-- it was my fault... it wasn't just
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649 your love, it was mine!" Tears now, ringing with laughter, and still they
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650 stood apart. Neither dared to touch the other, each watching, each sure her
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651 hand would find a ghost. "My love tried to keep you with me. I was
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652 selfish--"
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653 "I wanted Sakura-chan to be happy," Tomoyo confessed, " I thought Syaoran
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654 would do that for you."
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655 "I know," Sakura reached out her shaking fingers, finally tangling them in
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656 Tomoyo's soft hair, "It's okay. Even I didn't know what I really wanted."
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657 Stepping forward, Sakura stood in the circle of Tomoyo's open arms,
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658 bringing her mouth close the other girl's ear to deliver the words. A
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659 whisper, "I love you, Tomoyo. Maybe we won't always be happy---"
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660 "I have only wanted Sakura to be happy," Tomoyo cradled the other girl's
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661 cheek, "but I would be happy, sad or anything in between with my Sakura."
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662 Embracing the other woman, Sakura began to cry in earnest, pressing her
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663 lips to Tomoyo's stainless palms.
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664
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665
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666 OWARI
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