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| date | Fri, 19 Feb 2010 06:24:59 -0500 |
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| 1 By Stirling Twilight | |
| 2 stirling_9@hotmail.com | |
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| 6 Reprise | |
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| 8 Sakura flopped onto her back across the bed, clutching the Key around her neck. Why was this so | |
| 9 hard, she wondered again? Tomoyo had told her that she loved her, had been as sincere and | |
| 10 honest as a girl could be, and yet… | |
| 11 Rolling onto her side Sakura pulled the pillow over her head, hiding from the unknown. In her | |
| 12 head music played, over and over. Sakura tried to listen; tried to draw meaning from the words, | |
| 13 but it was a confusion of sound that had no logic. She sighed, flipped the pillow off and sat | |
| 14 up. Across the room Kero-chan watched an old movie on the TV, occasionally calling her | |
| 15 attention to something he had forgotten since the last time he had watched this movie. Sakura | |
| 16 smiled, stretched, and moved towards the door. | |
| 17 "I'm taking a walk," she announced, not waiting for an answer, and was gone before Kero-chan | |
| 18 noticed. | |
| 19 She padded softly though the house, knowing she was alone but for the Seal Beast, but enjoying | |
| 20 the stillness. Outside the night air was pleasantly cool, the sort of air that made you breathe | |
| 21 deeply because the temperature was so comfortable. Smiling to herself Sakura buckled on her | |
| 22 roller blades and headed for the park. | |
| 23 As she glided along the internal music resumed. It had been gone for just a moment, but now | |
| 24 that it was back Sakura realized why she had missed it, and she smiled. Picking up her pace she | |
| 25 hurried to the King Penguin, hoping she would be alone for what she wanted to do. Luck was with | |
| 26 her as she slowed to a stop just outside of the halo of streetlights. Her hand was in the place | |
| 27 she had become accustomed to finding it in…nearly clutching for the Key around her neck. She | |
| 28 reached into her shirt and with one fluid motion brought the Key into the night air. | |
| 29 "Release!" she yelled, feeling the warm evening air swirl around her. With another equally as | |
| 30 practiced motion a Clow Card was in her hand and then spinning before her face. With unhidden | |
| 31 joy she brought the Key wand down on the Song Card, and commanded the Card to sing Tomoyo's song | |
| 32 for her. | |
| 33 Light and sound surged around her and at the first tentative strains of the song Sakura felt | |
| 34 herself relax. Here was Tomoyo, singing for her. Singing for her, to please her, and no one | |
| 35 else. Sakura leaned back against a tree and let the sound carry her away. She saw in her | |
| 36 mind's eye the small group of friends on the rooftop that night, the Clow Card glowing before | |
| 37 Tomoyo, and the two of them singing the sweet duet. Almost it seemed she could hear the | |
| 38 counter-part in the song, softly, very softly. | |
| 39 Closing her eyes she painted for herself an image of silky charcoal grey hair, soft grey eyes, | |
| 40 and delicate, graceful hands clasped at her breast. Tomoyo's hands suddenly arrested Sakura's | |
| 41 attention. Why hadn't she noticed them before? The recognition of that touch made her sit down | |
| 42 heavily, as the song continued around her. The smallest whimper escaped her lips. She suddenly | |
| 43 felt a warm wave of the softest caresses wash over and in her. Her heart swelled in her chest as | |
| 44 she breathed deeply, remembering. How many times had Tomoyo's hand slipped easily into her own? | |
| 45 Had always been there when her own fears had caused her to unconsciously groped for something to | |
| 46 hold onto? There suddenly seemed to be no place Tomoyo hadn't touched. She was an invisible | |
| 47 lifeline in a chaotic world that Sakura could share with no one. Almost she could feel those | |
| 48 hands on her, softly, very softly. | |
| 49 The final notes of Tomoyo's song faded away like a splash of cold water on her face causing | |
| 50 Sakura to scramble upright, grasping for the Key, desperate for the song to continue. As if in | |
| 51 response to her mad rush the Song Card began again, and Sakura sat back again with a sigh. | |
| 52 "Keep singing please, I'll tell you when I want you to stop," she whispered dreamily. | |
| 53 Lying back again, in a sleepy haze, she saw Tomoyo before her, wearing a long dress Sakura had | |
| 54 never seen before. The pure whiteness of it made it glow in the soft light thrown off by Song, | |
| 55 surrounding Tomoyo in a soft halo. A perfect angel Sakura thought smiling. Tomoyo's hair was | |
| 56 swept up onto the top of her head in a mass of curls, white ribbons, and cherry blossom | |
| 57 flowers. Tomoyo's hands came together at her chest and her eyes closed as she joined her voice | |
| 58 to that of Song, singing the fairy duet once again. Entranced Sakura found herself watching the | |
| 59 apparition's mouth. The lips, as pink as the cherry blossoms in her hair, looked moist and | |
| 60 soft, with a promise of heavenly sweetness about them Sakura wanted to taste. She longed to | |
| 61 touch the Tomoyo before her but feared breaking the spell. Her lungs suddenly ached in her | |
| 62 chest from a lack of air and she drew in a deep breath. Sakura realized her whole being was | |
| 63 wound tight, almost to the point of panting. The spectral Tomoyo glided closer as the song | |
| 64 reaching its simple climax and slowly she bent over the straining Sakura. The scent of Tomoyo | |
| 65 embraced Sakura and she sucked in breath, her eyes growing wide in surprise. Lowering herself | |
| 66 to her knees Tomoyo leaned into Sakura, who, unnerved, locked her eyes on the petal like lips | |
| 67 before her. For a fleeting moment she was afraid she would speak, but desire won her over and | |
| 68 closing her eyes Sakura lifted her face towards the angel who knelt over her. Tomoyo's soft | |
| 69 breath caressed Sakura's face with the final words to the song, their lips less than an inch | |
| 70 apart, and then, as soft as snowflakes, Tomoyo's mouth came down on Sakura's. For an eternity | |
| 71 Sakura fought an urge to stiffen, but the warmth of the angel pressed against her turned her | |
| 72 muscles to jelly and her whole body relaxed. Encouraged, Tomoyo gently applied more pressure, | |
| 73 and Sakura gave herself over to the sensation, her whole body ringing like the clearest chime. | |
| 74 Her arms, moving on their own, came up and wound around the tiny waist, encountering white silk | |
| 75 and even softer escaped curls. Sakura pulled her friend in closer, longing to drown in the | |
| 76 feelings she was experiencing. And the Song Card sang on. |