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1 A Tomoyo and Sakura Story
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2 By G. P.
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3 Please send comments to: treeandleaf2002@yahoo.com
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4
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5 Note: all names and characters are property of CLAMP. This story is
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6 in no way meant to infringe on their intellectual property rights.
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7
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8 This story is part of a series, but may be read alone. The previous
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9 stories in order are:
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10 Love is the Crooked Thing
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11 First Date
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12 Fruits Candy
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13 Tomoyo and the Visitor
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14
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15
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16 I.
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17 The teachers all agreed. "Beauty in the Woods" had been such a
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18 success for the fourth grade class that it deserved a reprise as the
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19 fifth grade play. The students, enthusiastic but nervous, began
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20 writing their names on the board. Just like last year, Mizuki-sensei
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21 would determine the parts randomly. As Sakura wrote her name, Tomoyo
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22 smiled, wondering what new costumes she would get to create for her
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23 friend. Already her head was full of fantastic designs for a fairy
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24 godmother, and dignified, regal attire fit for a queen. She could
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25 hardly wait to start sewing! So enraptured was she with the prospect
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26 of getting a new costume on Sakura that she missed the scowl on
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27 Sayoran when she got up to write her own name on the board.
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28
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29 Newly returned from Hong Kong, he felt as out of place as ever. He
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30 was puzzled why his awkward, tentative approaches to Sakura had gone
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31 unnoticed. Brooding back home, he realized that Sakura had shown
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32 interest in him, but he had been too busy to see. Now, she seemed
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33 friendly, but that "something else" he had sensed was no longer
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34 there. If only he were the Prince, and she the Princess of the play,
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35 perhaps she could be made to see the connection they shared, as well
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36 as their proper place in the order of things. Despite everything, he
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37 had never really accepted the notion that a weak little girl could be
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38 the true successor to Clow Reed. Awakened from his reveries by gasps
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39 and cheers, he was delighted to see the first part of his plan fall
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40 into place as Mizuki-sensei revealed the name of the Princess:
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41 Kinomoto Sakura.
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42
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43 Tomoyo flew from her chair, holding her hands together in ecstasy.
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44 Sakura would make a perfect, absolutely perfect princess! Enraptured
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45 in a flurry of flowers and bubbles, she failed to see own name
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46 revealed:
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47
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48 The Prince: Daidouji Tomoyo
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49
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50 Dumbstruck, Sayoran glared at the blackboard. This was even more
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51 ridiculous than last year. How could a quiet, nondescript girl like
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52 her ever play the part of a noble prince? As shock turned to
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53 aggravation, he finally noticed that his own name had been revealed
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54 as well.
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55
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56 Mizuki smilingly passed out scripts to the eager boys and girls. She
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57 took great delight in being the new fifth-grade math teacher, though
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58 her students were sadly unaware of the true power of numbers. As she
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59 absently took her copy, Tomoyo’s attention was fixed on the Mistress
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60 of the Cards. Mizuki laughed to herself and spoke up brightly,
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61
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62 "Daidouji"
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63
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64 The girl turned to face her, lavender eyes sparkling at the prospect
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65 of her friend as a princess.
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66
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67 "I think you'll make an interesting Prince."
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68
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69 Tomoyo smiled and bowed slightly as she caught Mizuki-sensei's
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70 enigmatic smile. She had not even thought about her own part in the
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71 play. Well, with a little altering, she could wear the costume from
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72 last year. But most of her time would be spent in designing a costume
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73 fit for a true Princess.
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74
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75 Next day the class had their first walk-through rehearsal. Terada
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76 sensei joined Mizuki to supervise and direct. Right away he saw the
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77 problem. Mizuki's odd method of casting generated excitement among
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78 the students and audience, but this was the sort of snag he had
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79 always feared. The Daidouji girl was one of his best students:
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80 bright, punctual, cheerful, and talented. But she made an awful
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81 Prince. Kinomoto had been surprisingly good in the role last year,
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82 with a physical verve and commanding presence that convinced all that
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83 here was a Prince indeed. But now he covered his face in his hands as
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84 Daidouji dropped her sword instead of drawing it with a flourish.
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85 Worse, her soft voice had none of the iron determination that such a
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86 part demanded. He looked helplessly at Mizuki, who simply smiled as
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87 if she had not a care in the world. Already, he was preparing his
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88 apologies to the Principal. Turning to the math teacher he whispered,
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89
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90 "Mizuki-san, eh, perhaps we might consider some slight alterations
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91 to ensure, eh, a more harmonious cast?" He winced as Daidouji bowed
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92 in apology after dropping her sword again.
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93
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94 Beaming, Mizuki whispered back, "Oh, that would be fine. I do worry,
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95 though, about the effect such a change might have on the children. I
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96 am sure that many of them would love to have a different part." With
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97 a puzzled look on her face, she said distractedly, 'How might we
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98 apportion the parts fairly so that every child gets the one they
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99 want, and is also right for them?"
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100
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101 Terada groaned to himself. She was right. One change would lead to
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102 another, and it would be impossible to match up every student with
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103 the part they wanted and would be best at. With a blush, he
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104 remembered his secret hope that Rika-chan would play the Princess.
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105 Well, they would just have to do their best. But already he was
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106 dreading the night of the play.
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107
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108
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109 II.
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110 With the performance only a few days away, Sakura asked Tomoyo if
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111 she would like to get together and rehearse. In Sakura's room the
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112 following day the auburn-haired girl struggled to remember the lines
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113 while her friend looked on encouragingly. For the first time, she
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114 made it through without a stumble.
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115
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116 "Do you want to do your lines, Tomoyo-chan?", she smiled.
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117
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118 Tomoyo looked up and said, "Oh, thank you, Sakura-chan, but I
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119 already know them by heart."
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120
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121 Looking closely at her friend, Sakura noticed a brief look of
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122 concern. Taking her by the hand, she spoke earnestly,
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123
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124 "Tomoyo-chan, is everything all right?"
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125
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126 Startled, Tomoyo looked at her, smiling again, and said, "Oh, yes. I
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127 was just thinking about how to finish the sleeves on your costume".
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128
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129 With a worried look, Sakura blurted out, "Oh, I'm sorry if I
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130 interrupted your sewing by asking you to come over. And even though
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131 you already knew your lines you came to help me! I'm so sorry, Tomoyo-
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132 chan".
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133
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134 Tomoyo, distressed by Sakura's reaction, squeezed the girl’s hand,
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135 "No, no, it's all right, really, That's not it, I'll have it all
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136 finished in time...." Her voice trailed off in silence.
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137
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138 Sakura looked closely at her friend, and again sensed something
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139 troubling her. Smiling, she said, "If that's not it, Tomoyo, what is?
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140 Something is bothering you, isn't it?"
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141
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142 Tomoyo looked up into the shimmering emerald eyes and felt her heart
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143 flutter. Since Sakura had first confessed her love almost a year ago,
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144 the two had grown ever closer. An unexpected result of this was that
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145 Tomoyo could hide less and less from her increasingly perceptive
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146 friend. For years, Tomoyo locked her love away, safe and secret as
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147 the little eraser in the box in her room. Unaware of Tomoyo's
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148 passionate affection (as well as her silent pain), Sakura had
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149 directed her singular concentration towards the capture of the Clow
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150 Cards. Now that attention was focused laser-like on Tomoyo, and the
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151 dark-haired girl found it increasingly difficult to conceal the
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152 things she feared would hurt her friend. Haltingly, groping for the
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153 right words, Tomoyo whispered,
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154
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155 "Sakura-chan, I'm just...worried that I won't be a very good Prince
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156 for you."
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157
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158 She looked away lest the tears take her. Ever since the first
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159 rehearsal she had worried about being an adequate Prince for Sakura's
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160 Princess. That concern was oddly like the anxiety that had stalked
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161 her for the past year: how could she ever be worthy of Sakura's love?
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162 Her adoration for the girl was boundless, but had boxed her in. She
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163 was torn with worry that she could not be all her friend deserved. On
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164 stage with the choir, and even as a soloist, Tomoyo performed with
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165 confident ease. But now, the possibility of dropping her sword or her
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166 lines terrified her, for that would bring unbearable dishonor to
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167 Sakura. She had even gone to Mizuki-sensei, to suggest that another
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168 student, perhaps Li-kun, might make a better Prince. But the
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169 teacher's strange smile flustered her and left her speechless.
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170 Suddenly she felt arms around her, and turned to see Sakura hugging
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171 her tightly.
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172
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173 "Tomoyo-chan, that's so silly! I wouldn't want anybody besides you
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174 as my Prince. I know you'll be wonderful!"
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175
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176 As she smiled and hugged back, Tomoyo knew Sakura would love her no
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177 matter what. But at the thought of having to be "wonderful" in the
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178 play her body tensed, and Sakura sensed it. Tomoyo was usually so
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179 good at things like this, and Sakura had been too absorbed in the
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180 role of the Princess to even notice her friend's anxiety. But what
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181 could she possibly do? Tomoyo knew her lines; that wasn't the
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182 problem. Thinking about it, Tomoyo fit all the ideals of a fairy tale
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183 prince: she was gracious, self-sacrificing, confident, brave, kind,
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184 and... beautiful. Sakura blushed. But physically, Tomoyo seemed
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185 strangely ill at ease with the part. Sakura realized that with
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186 cheerleading club, and gymnastics, and the exertions of capturing the
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187 Clow Cards, the physical activity of the Prince’s role had been
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188 second nature to her. But Tomoyo was different. How could she
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189 possibly help her friend to look and move and sound like a prince?
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190
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191 Long after Tomoyo had left to go sew, Sakura sat awake in her room,
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192 determined to do something. She couldn't count all the times that
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193 Tomoyo had helped her. When she was down, or afraid, or uncertain,
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194 her friend was always ready to listen, to talk, or just to be there.
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195 Now those roles were reversed, and she had to find a way to help.
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196 Finally, long after midnight, she took out the Clow Cards and studied
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197 them. Slowly going through the cards, each with her name engraved
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198 upon it, she waited for inspiration. Finally, one leapt to her
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199 attention as the obvious solution. She held it up, dancing out of
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200 bed, heart bursting with the certainty that now everything would be
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201 all right.
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202
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203 III.
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204 As the audience expectantly greeted the rising curtain, Tomoyo
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205 helped Sakura into the elaborate Princess’ costume off-stage. A
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206 circle of girls surrounded them, oo-ing and ah-ing at the magnificent
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207 design. Sonomi had pitched in with sewing the night before, and even
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208 then the two had been up till dawn. Stifling a yawn, Tomoyo felt it
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209 all worthwhile as she made the final adjustments, sewing a loose bow
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210 on the hem. She only hoped her own part in the play would not prove
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211 too embarrassing for her friend. After worrying the matter to the
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212 point of tears, she had finally resolved to just do her best.
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213 Finished at last, she stepped back for a final appraisal, and stood
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214 in awe.
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215
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216 The design was inspired by the dress of the Italian Renaissance in
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217 the early 15th Century. A moiré of dark green brocade served as the
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218 gown. Decorated with golden moons and suns, the lush fabric was
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219 outlined in a thick, gold trim. The gown was slashed in front,
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220 revealing a crimson velvet petticoat embroidered with silver stars.
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221 The sleeves were puffed and slashed, tied together with blood-red
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222 ribbons, a delicate pink chemise peeking out from underneath. The
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223 ends of the sleeves flared out and hung down, lined in spring green
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224 silk. Pearls encircled Sakura’s delicate neck, and trimmed the
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225 squared neckline of the gown. Typical of the time, she wore a wig of
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226 blonde hair made of two long braids, entwined with long, pink
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227 ribbons. Finally, a single teardrop emerald graced her forehead like
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228 a third eye, hanging in place on a golden chain that encircled her
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229 head like a tiara. She remembered her mother's words when she
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230 borrowed the gemstone, "Please be careful, it's very precious to me.
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231 It was Nadesico's"
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232
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233 Tomoyo could only stand and stare in the presence of a Princess from
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234 long ago. But if the costume so lovingly crafted by Tomoyo's heart
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235 and hands had brought the Princess magically to life, the real
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236 miracle was Sakura herself. Most girls would look awkward and out of
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237 place in the costume, overwhelmed by the rich, luxurious fabrics. But
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238 she wore them with a natural grace, as if she'd been raised as
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239 royalty from birth. The real glory was Sakura's, and the dress merely
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240 an obedient compliment to her innate beauty. Utterly enraptured,
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241 Tomoyo was only dimly aware of the girl's anxious voice,
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242
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243 "Tomoyo-chan, does it look all right? Tomoyo-chan?"
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244
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245 As though awakened from a dream, Tomoyo blinked and stood
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246 speechless. A male voice from behind whispered,
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247
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248 "It looks wonderful. Kinomoto, you're on next, come with me.
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249 Daidouji, you'd better get your own costume on soon". Terada-sensei
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250 had stopped short when he first saw her in the costume. Like a fairy-
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251 tale come to life, Kinomoto made a radiant princess. As she went on-
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252 stage for the first time, he heard the audience gasp, then applaud.
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253 He smiled and thought, maybe this will work out, after all.
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254
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255 As Tomoyo finished buttoning her costume, she went over her lines
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256 one last time. She was nervous and sad and resigned all at once. With
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257 a sigh, she stood on the edge of the stage as Yamazaki, this year's
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258 narrator, intoned,
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259
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260 "To the country came a Prince".
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261
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262 Terada-sensei nodded, while Mizuki-sensei, standing at his side,
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263 watched her with curious eyes. With a sinking heart, Tomoyo scuttled
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264 on stage, faced the bright floodlights, and spoke in her usual sweet
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265 voice,
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266
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267 "They say this is a mysterious castle".
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268
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269 She saw the three fairy godmothers, and heard Rika-chan's
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270 encouraging voice, "We've been waiting for you".
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271
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272 Lying on her bier in the dark, behind the scenery of castle and rose
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273 briars, Sakura fumbled about, looking for the Key. She had hidden it
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274 and the card all too well in the costume's many layers. Finally she
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275 found it, and quickly whispered the words, bathing the backstage in a
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276 flash of golden light. A startled stagehand, wondering if a bulb had
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277 suddenly blown, thought he heard a whispering voice,
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278
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279 "...and be a proper servant for Tomoyo's princely heart."
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280
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281 Relieved of an anxiety for her friend that had kept her up all
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282 night, Sakura smiled to herself, and drifted off to a deep,
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283 mysterious sleep.
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284
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285 As Tomoyo drew the little prop sword, shortened by Terada-sensei to
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286 keep her from dropping it, everything changed. When the sword emerged
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287 it was longer, sharper, and more menacing than a mere prop.
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288 Simultaneously, she changed, feeling a flood of confidence and power
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289 surging through her arm, flooding her body. In a calm, measured, but
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290 commanding voice, she demanded,
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291
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292 "Who's there?"
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293
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294 As the normally placid girl flourished the sword high above her
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295 head, the children playing the fairies stepped back in fear. Though
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296 stunned by the sudden transformation, Rika had the presence of mind
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297 to continue with her lines. After warning the Prince of the sorceress
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298 within, Tomoyo declaimed,
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299
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300 " I have my sword, and my courage. I swear that I will break the
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301 Princess' curse."
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302
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303 As the fairies bowed low and stepped aside, Tomoyo strode towards
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304 the thick briars encircling the castle. But before the boys could
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305 move back the props, the Prince slashed away, scattering them off-
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306 stage. The sword cut through the two-by-fours in a shivering blow,
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307 scattering fragments of props and wood across the stage. The audience
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308 cheered the heroic assault, but Terada stared from off stage in
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309 disbelief. He turned to Mizuki, only to be greeted by the ever-
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310 present smile as she spoke,
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312 "I thought Daidouji might make an interesting Prince."
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314 He swallowed hard, and watched as the little girl advanced on the
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315 evil Sorceress and her minions.
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316
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317 As soon as he saw the sword, he knew. Peering through swirls of
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318 black silk, Sayoran watched the girl in Prince's clothes advance
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319 towards him. There was no doubt that she wielded the Clow Card,
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320 Sword. Or rather, that the sword wielded her. Only a strong will
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321 could master it, and the Daidouji girl lacked even Kinomot's meager
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322 strength. How had she ever gotten a hold of such a thing? Well, no
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323 matter, he would strip her of it and end this farce. He drew his own
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324 sword, the indomitable legacy of the honored House of Li. He
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325 whispered to his minions to get off the stage, and in a mad scramble
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326 they happily obeyed. He took a fighting stance as a hush fell over
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327 the audience.
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328
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329 Terada, mumbling that none of this was in the script, made ready to
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330 go on stage and stop the play. But Mizuki held his sleeve, and calmly
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331 whispered,
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332
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333 " It's all right. I made a few changes in the script so it wouldn't
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334 be the same as last year".
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335
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336 He stopped and watched aghast as Li lunged at the girl with a
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337 glistening sword.
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338
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339 Tomoyo deftly parried the heavy blow and slipped aside as Sayoran
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340 charged. His surprise quickly changed to anger, and he slashed about
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341 wildly. But each time she turned his blade, lightly dancing away. The
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342 massive plume bobbed on her hat, but her body was calm and still
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343 amidst the furious action. The audience gasped, then roared its
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344 delight as the black sorceress hacked in vain at the plucky Prince,
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345 who time and again dodged the deadly seeming blows. Panting, Sayoran
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346 was engulfed in a rage of humiliation as the girl avoided his every
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347 stroke with mocking ease. His mind clouded with anger, he failed to
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348 remember that the Card's power was proportional to the will of its
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349 user. Staring at the girl he felt true hate, and spat out the words,
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350
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351 "You can never have her. She's mine!"
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352
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353 Suddenly Tomoyo caught a glimpse of the figure on the bier, shrouded
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354 in the dark and fast asleep. Her heart burst with longing for the
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355 Beauty that lay within. Her voice rang out, clear and strong,
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356
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357 "Witch! I'll finish you."
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358
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359 She sprang like a panther, sword sweeping the air in a great
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360 shinning arc. The blow knocked the sword from Sayoran's hands, and it
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361 fell clattering to the floor. Another swing, and the sword stopped
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362 short, inches from his neck. He stared into the icy blue eyes and
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363 felt his courage drain away. In a commanding whisper she ordered,
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364
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365 "Fall!"
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366
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367 And he obeyed, dropping like a sack of potatoes, fast asleep.
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368
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369 The audience clapped and yelled, swept away by the fantastic
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370 spectacle. But Tomoyo stood oblivious, quietly sheathing the sword as
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371 the castle gates opened and revealed Princess Aurora on her darkened
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372 bier. Tomoyo now spoke not in the regal tones of the Prince, but with
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373 her own earnest voice, which touched the hearts of all who heard her.
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374
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375 "The fairies spoke truly, for here is beauty beyond the world's rim.
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376 Not sun, nor stars, nor shimmering moon compare with thee, oh fairest
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377 of the fair. All victories are fleeting, my conquests brought to
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378 naught, for this heart is mine no more. Awaken, Princess, and claim
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379 thy thrall".
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380
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381 Riffling through the script, Terada exclaimed, "I don't remember
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382 those lines." glancing up at Mizuki, he stammered, "Did you.....?"
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383
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384 But she only smiled, watching the play. Trancelike, the fairies spoke,
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385
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386 "The Princess can be awakened with a kiss of true love"
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387
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388 Tomoyo swept off her hat, hair falling down in a black cascade. She
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389 knelt over the still, silent Princess, leaning closer and closer.
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390 Their lips brushed lightly, then locked together in a passionate,
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391 consuming kiss. Sakura's lashes fluttered as she awoke, a pulsating
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392 warmth throbbing through her very being. She flushed crimson with an
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393 aching desire, and instinctively wrapped her arms around the figure
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394 above her. The world spun dizzily as she slowly came to. Waves of
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395 longing washed over her as she rose from the bier, embracing the
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396 sweet, pale figure in her arms. She held her ardent lover tightly,
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397 their kiss a red ribbon binding their hearts together, forever.
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398
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399 Terada's frantic signaling failed to catch the attention of the
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400 stunned stagehands working the lights. But Mizuki hid her giggle
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401 behind one hand as she tinkled and dimmed the lights with the other.
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402 As the stage went to black the Prince and Princess disappeared, and
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403 the audience rose to their feet in a thunderous ovation. When Terada
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404 saw the Principal rushing towards him, he quailed, and prepared for
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405 his humiliation. As the applause continued and the actors made their
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406 bows, the Principal rumbled,
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407
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408 "Excellent job, you two. Best play I ever saw at Tomoeda. Better
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409 special effects than the movies, I'd say!"
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410
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411 "Thank you, Sir!" Terada spluttered as he and Mizuki bowed low.
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412 Looking out the corner of his eye, he saw her smiling that odd, Mona
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413 Lisa smile. Next year, he thought to himself, we'll do a damn variety
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414 show. I couldn't survive another one of these.
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415
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416 The next day, Sakura and Tomoyo sat on the grass after lunch. Sakura
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417 had slowly come to realize just what had happened the previous night,
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418 and blushed with every memory of it. Tomoyo couldn't stop talking
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419 about how wonderful she looked in the Princess costume. Finally,
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420 Sakura asked in a halting voice,
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421
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422 "Ummm, Tomoyo-chan, ummm, why did you, ummm, kiss me....like that?
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423
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424 Tomoyo tilted her head and smiled holding her friend's hand
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425 delicately in hers,
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426
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427 "But Sakura-chan, how else would a Prince kiss his Princess? I
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428 wanted to do the best job I could in the part."
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429
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430 A soft, lilting voice came from behind, and they both turned to see
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431 Mizuki-sensei standing by them,
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432
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433 "She's quite right, Kinomoto. Besides, if you were the Prince and
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434 Daidouji the Princess, wouldn’t you have done exactly the same?"
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435
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436 Tomoyo gazed at her friend. Sakura stared at the ground, blushing
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437 fiercely. There was nothing to say.
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438
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439 As always, Mizuki-sensei was exactly right.
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