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+Learning to Fly Chapter Five
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+"Just go with him, Meiling. He's the heir. We need someone to keep
+an eye on him so he doesn't do something completely stupid while he's
+in Japan. You're the only one he trusts."Walking down the crowded
+street, gazing at the merchandise for sale on all sides, Meiling's
+amber eyes narrowed. "Why the hell should I? If he wants to go across
+the sea to screw his girlfriend, that's his business. I don't see how
+that has anything to do with me."
+A moment of silence came from Fanren. Syaoran's older sister was
+trying to approach the subject as diplomatically as possible.
+Unfortunately, Meiling was not always a logical being. It didn't help
+that the subject of Syaoran was rapidly becoming a minefield for her.
+Fanren couldn't remember the last time she'd pissed someone off
+simply by kissing them. In fact, her results were generally quite the
+opposite. She would have to give Syaoran some pointers. Her little
+brother must be doing something wrong. "Because he's about to become
+the head of the Li Clan and he's not always... as tactful as he could
+be."Meiling snorted. "That's for sure.""Anyway," Fanren continued,
+"Syaoran is a stubborn young man and if he's off in Japan visiting
+his girlfriend, he might do something stupid. Like if Sakura
+convinces him to stay in Japan so they can live together there.
+Mother doesn't mind if he marries the Cardmistress, but Syaoran is
+the next heir and we need him back home in Hong Kong to lead the
+family."Shrugging, Meiling feigned interest in some caged birds in
+the marketplace, brushing a pigtail over her shoulder. "Then send
+someone else to play your watchdog. I've spent enough time keeping an
+eye on him."An exasperated sigh escaped Fanren. "But you're the only
+one he'll listen to. If Sakura manages to convince him to stay, do
+you really think he'd listen to me? Or Shiefa? Maybe mother, but
+she's far too busy to go with him to Japan. But he listens to you,
+Meiling. He trusts you. You're the only one outside of mother who can
+actually make him do anything. You can make sure he comes back home
+when his little trip is over."
+Fists clenched as Meiling stood up, her back to Fanren. "We all make
+our choices. And we all have to live with him. I can't make up
+Syaoran's mind for him. He'll make his choices whether or not I'm
+there."Fanren was quiet for a long moment as she watched her younger
+cousin. Was Meiling crying? She couldn't quite tell. "Meiling..." Her
+hand rested lightly on Meiling's shoulder, but the raven haired girl
+quickly pulled away."Syaoran's already made his choices. You give me
+way too much credit. In the end, he's already made his choices. We
+just need to wait and see what they are. I can't change them. I spent
+way too much of my life hoping I could." Syaoran's one time fiancee
+straighted as she began to walk again. "I'll go with him if it will
+make your mother feel better. But Syaoran's not as weak as you think
+he is. In the end, he'll decide his own destiny." "Thanks, Meiling.
+I'm sorry that..."Meiling cut her off, shaking her head. "Don't be.
+We all make choices. Maybe I made the wrong ones. But we all have to
+live with them." A few steps pulled her away from Fanren. "I'm going
+to pack for the trip. Tell Syaoran I'll see him then." And with that,
+the raven haired girl left.
+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
+	Naked and confused, Sakura decided to fix the only one of her two
+problems she currently had any control over. Slipping out of bed, the
+brunette padded over to her closet and hurriedly got dressed. Her
+head still ached, but the tea Tomoyo had sent with Kero had helped.
+The earthquake between her ears had settled into a dull throb.
+Finding this an acceptable if annoying state to start the day in,
+Sakura exited her room. After all, there were potentially much more
+important afteraffects of the last night than a hangover.
+	Dressed in yet another beautiful dress, hair in pigtails, and in
+the middle of constructing a delicious smelling breakfast, Tomoyo
+seemed like the perfect wife. Is that what Sakura's father had woken
+up to for so many years? Was this what it felt like for him every
+morning, breath catching at the gorgeous sight before him? Mind
+rolling through those questions, Sakura stood in the doorway to the
+kitchen, her own breath catching as she watched her fair skinned
+roommate move gracefully about the kitchen. If she'd been a boy,
+would she have had any reservations at all of being with Tomoyo?
+Would there be anything stopping her from sweeping Tomoyo up in her
+strong, boyish arms and holding her forever?
+	"Good morning, Sakura," Tomoyo greeted brightly without looking up
+from her current task of pouring batter onto a pan. "How did you
+sleep?"
+	As usual, being able to tell what had happened the night before
+from Tomoyo's behavior was impossibe. The dark haired girl betrayed
+no clue of exactly what may have happened between them the night
+before. Puzzling this over, the Cardmistress dropped into a chair and
+watched her friend putting the finishing touches on breakfast. Had
+they slept together? The feeling of Tomoyo's lips pressing against
+her own brought a dark blush to her cheeks. Whatever had happened,
+that memory was still vividly clear. Brief images and feelings of
+hands sliding underneath clothing flittered through Sakura's mind,
+but they fled when she tried to grasp at them.
+	It seemed like the only thing Sakura really knew at this point was
+that Tomoyo was a very different kisser than Syaoran. Much softer,
+much more receptive. Fists balled up and pressed against her thighs
+through her shorts in frustration and emarrassment. Why was the last
+night such a blur? Why wasn't Tomoyo saying anything? If Tomoyo had
+been naked in the kitchen, then that would've been a big enough clue
+that Sakura could appreciate. Sakura sat in silence for a long
+moment, listening to her friend sing softly as she prodded herself to
+ask Tomoyo what had happened. What if they had? What would happen
+after that? Infinity seemed to stretch out in front of the
+Cardmistress, boggling her mind. 	Pressing her knuckles into her
+thighs painfully, Sakura forced herself to speak. Unfortunately, her
+mind still wasn't responding entirely. She was still hesitant to ask.
+"Tomoyo, did... Umm... Last night, after.... Well, did you... I mean,
+we... Tomoyo, if I were a boy, I'd marry you," Sakura finished
+dumbly, her cheeks reddened. It wasn't exactly what she'd meant to
+say, but she'd wanted to say it anyway.	"Would you?" Tomoyo countered
+softly, travelling to the table with their plates. "If you were a
+boy, lets say that Syaoran was a girl. Or he could still be a boy.
+Touya doesn't seem to mind that about Yukito. Then you two would
+still have ended up together because I would have noticed how much he
+or she liked you and helped you two end up together."	"But you'd make
+a perfect girlfriend. If I were a boy, I'd notice that and we'd..."
+Sakura put her hands together, motioning, "be a couple. Or something
+like that." She looked down embarrassedly at the smile that brought
+to Tomoyo's lips. Those soft lips... Sakura tried to force the
+thought out of her head. 	"You're so sweet, Sakura. But I don't think
+you didn't notice me because you're a girl. When I was younger, I
+thought that was it, but I think it's more than that now. I've been
+your best friend since we were ten years old. I've been in love with
+you from the moment I saw you, and it's gotten stronger for me ever
+since. But to you, I've always been your best friend. That's how you
+see me. It's hard for you to see me as anything else. If you were a
+boy, we still would have been best friends. And you'd still think of
+me as that while other girls got your attention. Even if you think I
+would make a perfect girlfriend and even if you were a boy, I think
+you wouldn't see me as a possible lover because you'd still see me as
+your best friend. I love filling that role for you, but it would make
+it hard for you to see me as anything more than that."	"But... But
+what if I could see through that? What if I could push past that and
+see that you could be more than my best friend?" Sakura argued.
+Tomoyo made sense, but Sakura didn't want to give up yet. It didn't
+seem fair that she could totally miss Tomoyo even if she were a boy.
+	A smile spread over Tomoyo's pink lips. "Then it wouldn't matter if
+you were a boy or a girl."	Blushing, Sakura's chestnut hair hid her
+face as she looked down, studying her hands intently. Were her
+feelings for Tomoyo really so unaffected by what body she had? If
+that was the case, what did she feel? Because she thought she'd want
+to be with Tomoyo if she were a boy. Did that mean she'd want to be
+with her now, as a girl?
+	Looking up suddenly, an intense fire lit Sakura's eyes.
+Determination had finally overtaken her. She didn't want to squirm
+away from this again. Tomoyo was too important to her to just leave
+everything to the winds. "Did we sleep together?" Though the thought
+thoroughly embarrassed her, she wasn't afraid of it. The thought of
+sleeping with Tomoyo wasn't at all disturbing, which Sakura found a
+bit odd. It had been embarrassing the first time she'd slept with
+Syaoran as well. Despite the fact that she had previously slept with
+a boy, the thought of sleeping with a girl really didn't bother
+Sakura. She was much more concerned with what exactly it meant if she
+had. 	"Do you want us to have slept together?" Tomoyo asked, tilting
+her head to the side. One pigtail slid past her shoulder as her
+lavender eyes held onto Sakura's emerald gaze. She'd been curious
+about whether or not Sakura would ask about the night before. Sakura
+was curious, but she didn't always push things to their conclusion
+when she was embarrassed about them. She was surprised to see Sakura
+trying so hard to rationalize the events of the night before. If she
+weren't so intimately involved, it would be easier for her to help
+Sakura get things into perpective. But maybe Sakura wouldn't need her
+for this after all. It thrilled Tomoyo to see Sakura so determined
+about figuring things out. When Sakura was determined, nothing could
+stop her. Though she understood Sakura's feelings better than anyone,
+she couldn't untangle the web in Sakura's heart. Only Sakura could do
+that. 	Tomoyo's question hung in the air, stopping Sakura cold. Her
+own question had been about fishing for facts. It was a simple yes or
+no. But Tomoyo's question complicated things exponentially. The
+brunette's feelings didn't factor into whether or not they had slept
+together so she hadn't really thought about it. That seemed like a
+minor problem anyway. But the way Tomoyo spoke made her feelings
+sound like the single most important aspect of if they did or not.
+"I..." Sakura began.
+	'Rrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiinnnnnnngggg....' the phone trilled. 	Watching
+Sakura for a long second, the dark haired girl slipped gently from
+the table to answer the phone. Sakura sat in confused silence until
+Tomoyo returned.	"It's Syaoran. He said he'll be arriving in Tomoeda
+late tonight," Tomoyo explained, holding the phone out to
+Sakura.	"Hoe..." Sakura's head fell to the table with a thump loud
+enough to make Tomoyo wonder if she should get the first aid kit.
+Sakura sighed despite the pain. Great. As if things weren't
+complicated enough. Now she'd have her boyfriend and her best friend
+that she may or may not have slept with all in the same place.
+Sometimes she wasn't so sure that Clow was done testing
+her.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
+	Bags passed round and round, a carousel of black, of handles and
+wheels, of bags backed to the brim with necessary and worthless
+supplies for countless trips. Lifeless ponies, endlessly cirlcling in
+the hopes that someone would eventually take an interest and bring
+them home. Tired eyes from wary travellers dully watched the cycle as
+if in a trance. Now and then someone would yank one of the bags away
+and a new one would slide down the chute to replace it. People's eyes
+would briefly light up in hope that their bag had arrived, but they
+quickly became disenchanted.	Hefting her bags up, Meiling pulled
+ahead of her cousin and one-time fiancee as he struggled to find a
+proper way to balance the weight of his own supplies. Ignoring his
+efforts to carry something for her, Meiling impatiently began making
+her way through the airport, Syaoran hurrying to keep up with her. "I
+don't know why you brought so much stuff. Sakura will probably have
+everything you need at her place."	A moment of silence followed
+Meiling as Syaoran took a moment to interpret this. Feelings were not
+his strong point. And the feelings of overemotional girls had the
+same affect on him as a complex mathematical formula he couldn't hope
+to follow. On the one hand, at least Meiling was talking to him
+again. This was a relief in and of itself because she had been
+avoiding him since he had kissed her at the party some time before.
+But he still wasn't entirely sure how she felt about things. And this
+concerned him. Because if he had learned anything over the years, it
+was that Meiling could be frightfully scary when she was angry. His
+cousin must have gotten that from his mother's side of the family.
+How Meiling felt about being back in Japan with him, about to meet
+Sakura again, was a mystery to him. For the most part, Meiling seemed
+to be her normal self. Stubborn, irrational, and incredibly vocal
+about things. He decided that she must be fine and that he'd leave it
+at that. Trying to delve into Meiling's emotional state otherwise
+would be about as frustrating and problematic as figuring out
+Sakura's. He had enough of a headache from the plane ride that he
+figured it would be best to avoid aggravating it if at all possible.
+If Meiling's sudden mood swings had any predictible pattern, it was
+so complex that Syaoran was certain only mathematical theoreticians
+could understand it.
+	"Sakura doesn't have everything I need. If I'm staying a while, I
+need to make sure I have everything with me," Syaoran replied matter-
+of-factly.
+	"Like what? You want a manlier shampoo than whatever she uses?
+You'd be fine just borrowing her stuff." Arching an eyebrow, Meiling
+glanced over at her stoic cousin. "You probably didn't even need to
+bring clothes. She wears boyish enough outfits half the time that you
+could just borrow some of those." Smiling inwardly, she added, "You'd
+get used to the panties before too long." The flustered look that
+crossed Syaoran's face was worth it. He failed to respond and she
+continued forward.
+	"Syaoran! Meiling-chan!" a familiar voice called out.
+	Pulling to a halt, Syaoran began to scan the crowd for the voice's
+source. His amber eyes finally settled on his brightly smiling
+girlfriend and her seemingly everpresent friend. For a moment, the
+concern drained from Syaoran. Everything was fine now that he was
+with Sakura again. He was far away from family politics and back with
+the girl he loved.
+	Sighing inwardly, Meiling readjusted her bags and continued in step
+with Syaoran to their welcoming party. It wasn't that she didn't like
+Sakura as a person. Someone as compassionate and goofy as Sakura was
+hard to hate. But Sakura as Syaoran's girlfriend was a different
+story. Meiling tried to adopt a resigned disposition to the whole
+thing. After all, she'd lost Syaoran to Sakura when they were only
+eleven. Logically, it made sense to just drop it. Unfortunately,
+Meiling was not a logical person. She hated knowing that Sakura was
+with Syaoran in the way she had wanted to be ever since she was a
+child. Since she wasn't the type to spend a lot of time lying about
+polite niceities, she simply waited alongside Syaoran rather than say
+something she might regret if she were going to be staying with
+Sakura for their stay in Japan.
+	Before Syaoran could think of what to say to his girlfriend now
+that he was finally face to face with her once again, the brunette
+practically pounced on him. Her arms wrapped tightly around him,
+pulling him close. Holding onto her boyfriend warmly, Syaoran was
+surprised at how strong Sakura had become over the years. She had
+always been athletic, but it showed even more now. It took him a
+moment to disengage himself enough to return the hug. Holding Sakura
+felt nice. She was like an anchor to the way things were supposed to
+be. Safe and warm. "It's good to see you again, Sakura," he said at
+last. He felt like he should say more, but he was too stunned to be
+with the Cardmistress once more to think clearly. Memories from a
+lifetime ago exploded through his mind, of magic and school and
+romance.
+	Moving to pick up one of the bags Syaoran had set down, Tomoyo
+smiled and motioned for them to follow. "My mother let me take the
+limo to pick you up. It'll be much easier to get you home that way."
+	The pale girl looked small and fragile holding the bag in front of
+her, prompting Sakura to quickly take it from her, falling in step
+alongside the heiress. Turning to face Syaoran, Sakura smiled
+sheepishly. "I would have picked you up myself, but I don't think
+we'd all fit on my bicycle."
+	For a moment, Sakura almost came out of focus in Syaoran's mind.
+This goofy, energetic Japanese girl seemed so normal at first glance.
+And yet she was the most powerful magic user on the planet. The
+dissonance was astounding. Sakura had the power to rebuild the world
+in her image, and yet she got from place to place on a plain bicycle.
+It was hard to imagine that she was the correct successor to the
+great Clow Reed. Syaoran was head of the powerful Li Clan and yet he
+had been passed up for such a simple girl. He slowly managed to place
+Sakura's twin identities of ordinary girl and extraordinary magician
+back together. It could be a bit jarring at times. He hoped Clow
+found the irony amusing. His eyes narrowed as he changed his mind.
+Clow seemed to find everything immensely amusing.
+	Women dressed smartly in black opened the doors to the limo as the
+group approached. One took the bags and began to place them in back.
+Climbing into the vehicle, Tomoyo moved to one side to give Sakura
+and Syaoran room together in the middle. Sitting quietly for a long
+moment, Syaoran stared straight ahead. He wasn't a little boy
+anymore, so why was he feeling so nervous? He hated feeling shy and
+nervous about things. Hadn't he gotten over that by now? Wrestling
+his nervous mind back under control, he reached out and took Sakura's
+hand. A small gesture, but he was happy for the victory. He didn't
+want to let his nervousness control him. Sakura squeezed his hand and
+smiled at him. Her offered a small, shy smile in return. It
+disappeared as she rested her head on his shoulder for the car ride.
+Good. Things hadn't changed after all. Everything was just fine. He
+wrapped an arm around the athletic girl and let his chaotic mind come
+to a rest. 	Gazing out the window, Meiling wished she had fought with
+Fanren more strenuously about coming to Japan. Who was she kidding?
+She wasn't strong enough to handle this. She still loved Syaoran. How
+was she supposed to sit and watch him love someone else? She should
+have stayed home, far away from this pain. Closing her amber eyes,
+she tried to pretend that the warm, wet drops sliding down her cheeks
+were the cleansing rain.
+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
+	As Tomoyo led the way up to the appartment they shared, Sakura
+helped Syaoran carry the bags. Meiling refused to let anyone help her
+with her own, instead following closely behind the heiress. In many
+ways, it was worse when Sakura was so kind and helpful to her. That
+always robbed Meiling of a target for her anger, leaving all those
+terrible feelings with nowhere to escape. They boiled away inside,
+eating her alive. She felt sick to her stomach as Sakura's bubbly
+voice mingled with Syaoran's behind her about all the things they
+could do. God, did they really have to spend so long in Tomoeda? Her
+mind idly wondered if she could get on a plane back to Hong Kong
+first thing in the morning. It might even be worth looking weak and
+shameful in front of Fanren just to get away from the pain that
+surrounded her in Japan.
+	Entering the cutely decorated appartment, the Chinese cousins were
+suitably impressed. Sonomi had made sure that the two girls were well
+taken care of. Their eyes wandered over the appartment as they
+entered, exhanging their shoes with the assortment of slippers by the
+door. The surroundings were an interesting mix of Sakura's taste in
+cute stuffed animals and decorations along with Tomoyo's more
+eccentric tastes in clothing and design and electronics. Suffice it
+to say, milky pink seemed the predominant color in the appartment.
+	"Hey, it's the brat! How ya doin'?"
+	Wincing at the thickly accented voice, Syaoran was unsurprised to
+find that he hadn't missed the Seal Beast in the slightest.	"Better
+than you, I'd suppose. Syaoran's been growing over the past few
+years. You're still bite sized, as always," Meiling remarked. Old
+habits died hard. Kero had always supported Sakura and she had always
+supported Syaoran, quite exuberantly so. The Chinese girl and the
+Guardian of the Cards bickered like children over their chosen
+champions. The fact that Kero had never liked Syaoran didn't really
+help, either.
+	Kero's mind went abuzz with Meiling's coment. They certainly
+sounded like fighting words and he was more than up for the
+challenge. Lifting up into the air, he smirked as a slurry of
+remarks, each more stinging than the last, began to take shape.
+Meiling shouldn't have opened the floodgate. She would regret
+challanging him, the great and all powerful Seal Beast. He would
+destroy her in this exchange. His mouth moved to launch his opening
+salvo. "MMmmmhmmhhmmghhhh..." he mumbled around Sakura's
+hand.	Laughing nervously, Sakura dragged Kero back towards her room.
+"Go ahead and have a seat. Make yourselves comfortable," she offered.
+Pushing her door open, she tossed Syaoran's bags on her bed and
+pushed Kero in. "Not tonight, Kero-chan," Sakura pleaded. Before Kero
+could answer, the door shut quickly behind him. The Seal Beast
+harumphed indignantly.
+	Clapping her hands together in completion, Sakura smiled at the
+small group already sitting on her couch. At least that was out of
+the way. If Syaoran and Meiling were staying with them, the last
+thing she needed was Kero and Meiling arguing the whole time. At
+least Tomoyo had handled things swiftly. The dark haired girl always
+made a great hostess. Tomoyo already had Meiling and Syaoran well
+taken care of and entertained. Syaoran's eyes were glued to the
+screen. Curiosity nagged at Sakura as she approached the couch. What
+were they watching? The sound hit her before she could see the
+screen. That sounded suspiciously like her own voice. Plopping down
+on the couch next to Syaoran, she was rewarded with images of herself
+streaming on the television. "Tomoyo-chan..." she whimpered
+embarrassedly.
+	Tomoyo merely smiled sweetly at her and went back to watching the
+video she'd made of Sakura. "I compiled this earlier today. Since you
+haven't seen Sakura in so long, I thought you'd want to see what
+types of things she's been up to," Tomoyo explained. A nod came as
+the only reply from Syaoran as images of Sakura riding her bike and
+wearing costumes and running track all played for them. The brunette
+had gotten exceptionally fast since Syaoran had last seen her. She
+moved like a blur across the screen. For all the magic she had, her
+running was purely Sakura, her determination burning within her as
+she threw herself forward like a shot.
+	Sighing to herself, Meiling busied herself with being bored. Bored
+was better than lonely and bitter and hateful. Resting her chin in
+her hands, she wondered what the big deal was with watching Sakura do
+anything.
+	The screen switched to Sakura wearing a fairy costume in an
+elevator. She shifted back and forth on her feet as she waited for
+her stop. The camera swept over Sakura's body, highlighting all the
+beautiful curves and lines that composed the Cardmistress. "Sakura-
+chan has a great figure doesn't she, Li-kun?" Tomoyo asked playfully.
+Sakura blushed hotly, followed shortly thereafter by Syaoran as he
+mumbled an affirmative. Sakura was gorgeous. Her body had developed
+nicely over the years. Her athletic frame was sleek and strong. Her
+small breasts curved gently under her dress. Her hair was somewhat
+longer than it had been as a child, hanging lower and framing her
+beautiful face with it's shining emerald eyes.
+	Tomoyo sighed dreamily as she watched the part of Sakura she would
+always have. Her images would always be hers, even if Sakura couldn't
+be. They were only a small fraction of Sakura, but they were pieces
+that were hers and hers alone. It was okay if Syaoran had the real
+Sakura. She would always have those glittering shards of her one and
+only. So she collected as many as she could. Disc after disc of
+Sakura. Every single moment she could capture went on those discs. So
+even after Sakura was gone and married, even when everything had
+changed, she would still have those moments forever cast in video.
+	"Tomoyo-chan... Do you really need to show all this?" Sakura asked
+hesitantly. She was still blushing in embarrassment. Her blush grew
+deeper when she saw how intently Syaoran was watching the screen.
+"Hoe..."	"Of course! You're the prettiest thing we could be watching.
+And there's so much to see. It's been a busy year. I need to make
+sure I catalogue all the important things in your life. Speaking of
+which..." The darked haired girl fished around in her bag, pulling
+out her camcorder. "Now that Li-kun is here, I should be catching all
+of the exciting moments the two of you have. Just pretend I'm not
+even here." The pale girl grinned as she got the two of them in the
+picture. "I don't have many images of Sakura-chan's passionate
+romance. I don't think I even have any good scenes of you two
+kissing."
+	The couple lit up red as the heiress filmed them. Tomoyo always had
+been quirky, but she seemed even more so than she had been as a
+child. Syaoran had once told Sakura that Tomoyo would videotape them
+sleeping together if she had the chance. Sakura had been unable to
+argue against that. It wouldn't surprise her at all. There didn't
+seem to be anything that the dark haired girl didn't like recording
+about her. And sometimes Tomoyo seemed more excited about Sakura's
+relationship than Sakura was. 	"We were... umm... gonna talk. So...
+We'll see you later." Syaoran knew his excuse was lame, but it was
+the best he could do. Despite the fact that Sakura was obviously
+embarrassed, he knew from experience that Sakura would never send
+Tomoyo away from videotaping them. The heiress had videotaped most of
+their date the last time he was in Japan. He had been halfway through
+unbuttoning Sakura's shirt when he realized Tomoyo was still there
+videotaping them. He had been shocked that Sakura hadn't sent Tomoyo
+away after that, merely blushing and waiting. Sakura might not mind
+for whatever reason, but Syaoran wasn't about to make out with Sakura
+on videotape. So it looked like it was up to him to get Sakura and
+leave so they could get some time to themselves. He wished Sakura
+would want more privacy for the two of them, but she never seemed to
+mind the Daidouji girl's presence.
+	"We were?" Sakura asked, blinking, turning to Syaoran. A
+disappointed look crossed her face. She was glad Syaoran was here,
+but she didn't want to leave yet. Tomoyo could be a bit embarrassing,
+but in a sweet way. It made her feel more important. She was happy to
+have Tomoyo there, even when she was with Syaoran. It made her feel
+stronger and more confident, like she could handle anything. She was
+shy about everything going on video, but if Tomoyo really wanted to
+catch it all, she didn't mind. In a way, it made it something she and
+Tomoyo could share. She couldn't really talk to Syaoran about
+everything, but she could with Tomoyo. And when Tomoyo was an eye in
+Sakura's life, videotaping it, it was like they shared the
+experience. She could talk to Tomoyo about any of it and Tomoyo would
+understand it all.
+	"Yes," Syaoran nodded, leading Sakura to the door. "Have a nice
+night." He bowed quickly. "Don't wait up for us." He hoped they'd
+listen and he could come home with Sakura to a quiet appartment that
+they could be semi-alone in. But he knew Tomoyo would be there,
+waiting for them as always. Sighing, he slid his slippers off. His
+eyes caught on Meiling, who was making a concentrated effort not to
+look his way. For a moment, he balked about leaving the house and
+leaving her alone. Guilt crept up from the pit of his stomach. Gazing
+over, he wished she would look up so he could meet her eyes, to show
+her he was sorry about this, but she refused to look in his
+direction. It was too late now. Sakura already had her shoes and was
+unlocking the door. Syaoran looked apologetically at Meiling, but she
+never saw it. 	The door closed behind them, leaving the room in
+silence. The television turned off a moment later. 	"You knew they'd
+leave if you started videotaping them getting frisky," Meiling
+stated, finally turning to look at the heiress who was heading to the
+small kitchen seperated from the living room by a half-wall.
+	Nodding thoughtfully, Tomoyo stood on her tiptoes, pulling down
+some wine glasses. "I knew it was a distinct possibility." Turning in
+place, she wandered to the back of the kitchen.	Resting her arms on
+the back of the couch, Meiling watched the heiress hurrying about the
+kitchen. "Thanks," she said simply. Life was miserable enough without
+having to sit next to the lovestruck couple. Being close enough to
+get elbowed by the one you love while he makes out with another
+wouldn't have done any favors for her state of mind.
+	Reentering the room, Tomoyo offered her a soft smile. Her graceful
+form moved swiftly to the table, setting down the two wine glasses
+and the bottle of wine she had retrieved from the kitchen. "My mother
+left this for me. I think she was hoping it would help facilitate
+some romantic moments with Sakura," she explained, filling up the two
+glasses.
+	A bitter smile crossed Meiling's face. "Instead it gets to wash
+away the lonely night while she's galavanting around with her
+boyfriend. Not exactly the same thing." Reaching out, she took a long
+gulp of the wine. It burned as it went down, but she didn't care. Her
+eyes watered, but she blinked away the tears quickly. "How do you
+deal with it? You love her, don't you? So how can you just sit there
+and smile while she loves someone else?"	"Of course I love her."
+Tomoyo sat next to Meiling, sipping at her wine. "But if she loves
+someone else, then what else can I do? I want her to be happy. If
+Sakura would be happier with someone else, then that's what I want
+for her. I want to see her happy and loved and cared for. I want to
+be able to watch Sakura's wonderful life as it unfolds her
+her."	Meiling shook her head. "You hide behind that damn camcorder
+too much. You figure as long as you're behind the camera, you're not
+here. You're not a part of Sakura's life, so you can try to
+orchestrate it so the girl you love will have a happy ending. Then
+your movie will be perfect. You can just watch it all end happily and
+not actually have to be part of it. But you aren't the director. This
+isn't a movie. You -are- here. You are part of her life. You do love
+her. And she's running off playing grab ass with my goddamn fiancee."
+Slumping back against the couch, the raven haired woman pulled her
+legs up like a sullen child.
+	Gazing at the large television that filled the front of the room,
+Tomoyo sat in silence for a moment. "It's simpler that way, isn't it?
+Sakura is my best friend. I love her. I want things to work out for
+her. If I can make her life turn out happily, then that makes me
+happy. I can watch my videos and I'll see her smile and it lights up
+my heart. Because I know she'll be fine. I know her story will have
+turned out perfectly. I can be her guardian angel. I can be a helping
+hand. I can try to be the director to make sure that her life is
+happy. She'll be happy the way my mother never was. Sakura deserves
+her own fairytale and I want to watch it happen. I want to make it
+happen," Tomoyo answered wistfully. Looking into her drink, she took
+another sip. 	"But what's wrong with you being the one to make her
+happy? You think Syaoran can make her happier, right? But what's
+wrong if you can't make her as happy as he can? You'd try your
+hardest to make her happy. And I know you'd do a good job. Then not
+only would she be happy, but so would you." Meiling sighed. "Maybe
+Sakura can make Syaoran happier than I could. But I love him, damn
+it. And I know I'd do everything I could to make him happy. So maybe
+I wouldn't be as good. But not as good does not mean not good enough.
+I wouldn't just give up because he has a thing for Japanese tomboys."
+Amber eyes followed the slender heiress in the dimly lit living room.
+She could tell that Tomoyo was hesitant, as if she were unsure of
+herself. This was an awkward sight for Meiling. Tomoyo had always
+seemed so calm and controlled, no matter what the situation. She only
+ever seemed out of sorts if Sakura was in danger.
+	Taking a longer drink of her wine, Tomoyo paused before answering.
+"I want Sakura to be happy. And I would love to make her happy if I
+could. But I've given up my chance with her. I gave it up years ago.
+I was the one who tried to get Syaoran to tell her how he felt. I
+tried to convince Sakura that she loved him. I was the one who pushed
+them together. So I forfeited my chance with her a long time ago. I
+can't interfere now. They're happy together. I can't threaten that."
+	"You were a little girl when you did that! You can't blame yourself
+for something stupid you did years ago. Things have changed. Sakura
+knows you love her now. She wouldn't have understood that back then."
+Meiling waved her hands emphatically nearly spilling her half empty
+drink. "Just because you played a hand in them getting together
+doesn't mean you owe it to them to stay out of it. Life is not a
+movie. It doesn't work out perfectly. You can't just sit back and
+watch things play out for them. You need to live your own life."
+	Tomoyo laughed softly. "Sakura's life is much more interesting to
+me. I'd rather just watch how it works out. But yes, I do need to
+live my own life, too. And I do. My life is just very centered around
+Sakura."
+	Sighing, Meiling finished off her glass, staring forward and
+hugging her legs with one arm. "I never really did get why everyone's
+so obsessed with her. I'm just as athletic. I'm outgoing, too. I'm
+sure as hell prettier. And I'm a better singer," she finished
+counting down. "So why always her? Why does everyone like her instead
+of me?"
+	"Sometimes we're too close to things to see them clearly. Maybe
+Syaoran was always too close to you to tell what he had right in
+front of him." Tomoyo said gently, rubbing Meiling's shoulder.
+	Amber eyes suddenly looked up, locking Tomoyo's stormy blue orbs in
+place. "And what about you?" Her voice had lost it's earlier
+conviction. The Chinese martial artist sounded weak and desolate.
+	Sipping at her wine, Tomoyo swallowed slowly, tasting the tart
+grapes washing over her tastebuds. For a long moment, she was unsure
+of how to reply. Meiling's eyes shined wetly at her in the dim room.
+"I fell in love with Sakura the first day I met her. And those
+feelings have grown everyday since. It's hard for me to see anyone
+else like that because my heart has belonged to her for so long,"
+Tomoyo explained. 	Meiling nodded weakly, fat, hot tears rolling
+slowly down her cheeks. The room disappeared in front of her,
+replaced with a wet blur. "Yeah... I've loved Syaoran since I was a
+little girl... I always..." She sniffled before continuing.
+"...always just wanted to be with him... I just... just wanted to be
+good enough...." Her chest heaved as she tried in vain to catch her
+breath. She angrily held her legs tighter, angry at herself for being
+so weak, for breaking down so completely. She bit the inside of her
+cheek to keep her lips from trembling, the blood warm and coppery in
+her mouth.
+	Tomoyo's soft arms wrapped around the shuddering girl, holding
+Meiling close as she began to cry softly. Her nimble hands ran up and
+down the raven haired girl's back comfortingly. They were the
+casualties of love, those who were left on the wayside in the
+process, forgotten and alone. It seemed a terrible price to pay.
+Whereas Tomoyo had always been ready to sacrifice herself for
+Sakura's happiness and love with another, Meiling had never consented
+to that. Life had made that decision for her. Now both of their loves
+were in the arms of each other while they sat in a dark appartment
+drinking wine and reminiscing about their lost loves.
+	Shaking lightly as sobs tried to break free of her chest, Meiling's
+chin rested on Tomoyo's shoulder. Her warm, wet tears slid down her
+cheeks, soaking through the dress to Tomoyo's pale skin underneath.
+"Sakura's an idiot for not being able to see what she could have had
+in you," Meiling whispered softly, her voice weighed down by tears.
+The arms that encircled Meiling were warm and sympathetic, cradling
+her close. They held a pained understanding of the wounds in
+Meiling's heart and just how deep they went. The heiress was soft and
+comfortable, her gentle caresses soothing the Chinese girl's weary
+spirits. Tomoyo understood her in ways that no one else could. They
+were the same, after all. Always loving, but never loved. Always
+supporting, but left with nothing to lean on when they were in need.
+Maybe Meiling couldn't just wait to be loved. Maybe she had to find
+it.
+	Hands resting on Tomoyo's shoulder to support herself, Meiling
+slowly managed to sit up to look back at Tomoyo. Tear streaked amber
+eyes pleaded with their stormy blue counterparts. Tomoyo's gaze
+remained fixed on Meiling, compassionate and understanding and...
+unsure. That was enough for Meiling. Leaning forward, her trembling
+lips brushed Tomoyo's inexpertly, her fingers holding Tomoyo's
+slender shoulders sharply as if she were afraid the heiress would
+disappear if she let go. She'd never kissed a girl before. It felt
+strange, but exhilerating. Freeing. All this time she had chased
+after Syaoran and he had resisted. Tomoyo's petal soft lips felt
+receptive, accepting of the quick, hesitant kisses she placed on
+them. She grew more adventurous, her pain and loneliness eased by the
+understanding inside of the heiress, the flames eating away inside of
+her cooled by Tomoyo's gentle presence. Her kisses met Tomoyo's lips
+for longer and longer, loving the way they gave against hers, how
+they melded to her own lips. Her hands pulled the lavender haired
+girl closer desperately, their dark hair mingling as the kisses
+continued.
+	Meiling kissed her more hungrily as Tomoyo's fingers continued to
+caress up and down her strong back. The Chinese girl's body was so
+similar to Sakura's. So strong and lean and athletic. The way
+Meiling's muscles felt under her hands reminded her of Sakura's. Even
+Meiling's small breasts felt similar to Sakura's when they would hug.
+If she couldn't have Sakura, then wasn't this the next best thing?
+Tomoyo's mind wavered at the thought. It was so very tempting. She
+wouldn't have to worry about ruining Sakura's relationship. And
+Meiling felt so insistent. She felt a connection to the other girl
+that could only be born of the flames of their shared suffering.
+Meiling's tongue was playing inside of her mouth. It took Tomoyo a
+moment to realize that her own tongue was responding. Her fingers
+played through Meiling's silky pigtails, feeling herself held tightly
+to Meiling's body. Meiling's tongue playing across her own, their
+bodies pressed together, Tomoyo understood just how far the raven
+haired girl was willing to go. Meiling never did like to do anything
+halfway. But would that be so bad? To forget about Sakura for one
+night... To lose herself in Meiling... Meiling obviously wanted that.
+And she wanted to give that to her. But....
+	But she still loved Sakura. And Meiling still loved Syaoran. Tomoyo
+slowly pulled away, Meiling's breath hot against her lips.
+"Meiling..." the heiress whispered softly.
+	It felt as if Meiling had awoken from a trance as Tomoyo put an end
+to the moment. Shame crashed down across Meiling. Here she was in
+Sakura's appartment, making out with the girl's best friend. Her
+weakness had been so open, so obvious. She had succumbed to it, right
+in front of Tomoyo. She'd been so desperate for companionship, for
+understanding, that she had been willing, no, eager, to kiss another
+girl. No, even more than that. She would have gladly given her body
+to Tomoyo, she knew. Her face burned and her anger with herself
+returned. What the hell was wrong with her?  Just how weak was she?
+	Sliding off the couch, Meiling bowed slightly as she excused
+herself. "I need to get to sleep," she said curtly and turned to
+leave. Her bags were in Tomoyo's room, she remembered with a pang.
+She hoped she could fall asleep before she had to face the other girl
+again. 	"Meiling, please..." Tomoyo pleaded. But if the Chinese girl
+heard her, she made no sign, simply retreating to the back room.
+Sighing heavily, the heiress hugged a pillow and curled up on the
+couch. Couldn't she help anyone?
+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
+	Sakura slipped quietly out of bed, careful not to awaken Syaoran's
+sleeping form. Her pajama pants lay somewhere on the floor, a
+testament to the time the two lovers had spent fooling around
+earleir. It had felt so nice, but it had brought too many thoughts
+unbidden to Sakura's mind, so she had stopped it short. It had indeed
+felt wonderful, but so had her time with Tomoyo. What she could
+remember of it, at any rate. As Syaoran's hands had traced patterns
+over her bare skin, memories of Tomoyo's hands traveling similar
+paths had grown stronger. Now she couldn't even sleep.
+	Leaving her pants somewhere in the darkness after a moment's
+fruitless search, Sakura padded silently out to the living room. She
+needed to clear her head. Why was an intimate moment with her
+boyfriend competing with memories of being drunk and in the arms of
+her best friend? Why was her heart so torn? She liked being with
+Syaoran. But those half-remembered moments with Tomoyo refused to
+leave her alone.
+	"You couldn't sleep either?" a soft voice asked through the
+darkness. Tomoyo smiled at her startled friend. The heiress took a
+moment to appreciate the gorgeous pair of legs she could see in
+Sakura's current state of undress. "Would you like some tea? I made
+it just a little while ago, so it should still be warm."
+	Taking a moment to regain her composure, Saura took a seat next to
+her pale wraith of a friend. "Thanks, Tomoyo." Accepting the cup, her
+thoughts continued their jumbled rounds through her head. Hot tea
+washed away her sleepiness, leaving her thoughts crisp and clear in
+the night. The tea cup nearly burned her hands, but she held it
+tightly. The pain was real and present, not some memory of the past.
+	Tomoyo's love for her had been no secret for years now, but
+Sakura's complex feelings for the heiress had always been explained
+away as mere friendship. She had been intimate with Syaoran on
+several occasions. He was her boyfriend, so that made perfect sense.
+But now, she had also been intimate with her best friend. And had
+loved it. Was it simply the alcohal mixed with her incredibly close
+friendship to Tomoyo? Or was there more to it than that? Did she
+honestly like being with Tomoyo in that way? Touya had told her of
+plenty of stupid things he had seen people do while drunk. Where her
+actions just another stupid, alcohal induced event? Another long sip
+of the hot liquid helped burn away her reluctance like sunlight
+through the morning fog. She was left with a strong sense of
+determination where the confusion had been moments before. A need to
+know, to understand if it had just been a mistake or not. Like Tomoyo
+had said, did she want them to have slept together?
+	"What are you doing up?" Sakura asked at last.
+	Tomoyo's hands moved methodically through the darkness, dancing in
+the shadows. The fact that she was sewing had, up till now, entirely
+escaped Sakura. " I let Meiling use my room, so I've been out here
+all night. I thought I'd get some sewing done while I was at it. I
+was in the kitchen when you and Syaoran came in, but you seemed..."
+she paused, searching for the right words, "like you would rather not
+be disturbed, so I let you go back to your room without any
+interruptions."	A blush played across Sakura's cheeks. They had been
+somewhat... frisky when they had gotten home. She'd thought no one
+was awake when they'd entered the appartment. Her blush disappeared,
+replaced with a frown. Tomoyo's tone was perfectly cheerful, but
+Sakura had learned over the years that just because Tomoyo sounded
+fine didn't always mean that the dark haired girl was. "You shouldn't
+be up so late. Between classes, studying and working for your mother,
+you need your sleep, Tomoyo. You're so..." The brunette trailed off.
+Watching the pale girl in the darkness, she wanted to say frail,
+fragile. Tomoyo was a delicate China doll and sometimes Sakura was
+frightened that the slightest thing would shatter her best friend. "I
+worry about you," she said instead.
+	A warm smile met Sakura's emerald eyes as Tomoyo placed a slender
+hand atop Sakura's. Sakura's hand turned under Tomoyo's to take it
+and hold it, to keep it safe and protected in her own. "I'm glad you
+would worry about me. I'm happy you'd care so much. But I'll be fine,
+Sakura." It always made her ecstatic to know she could be so
+important to Sakura, but she didn't want to concern the other girl
+too much. Her mother had spent too many sleepless nights worrying
+about her, especially whenever she would get sick, and she didn't
+want to do the same to Sakura. She would be fine no matter what
+happened. She just wanted Sakura and her mother to be happy. Worrying
+about her all the time wouldn't help that.
+	Once again, Sakura was reminded of how what Tomoyo said and how she
+felt were not always one and the same. Reaching out tentatively, the
+Cardmistress's fingertips began to stroke Tomoyo's soft, dark hair.
+It felt so nice and silken against her fingers, sliding under her
+touch. Tomoyo rested her head on Sakura's shoulder in response, her
+long, lavender hair cascading down Sakura's back. The brunette's
+breath caught for a moment, but her fingers continued stroking her
+friend's long, curly hair. Tomoyo felt so soft and warm against her
+side. It was as if Tomoyo was melting into her. Soft curves met
+Sakura's own, the two merging into one.
+	Tomoyo breathed softly, her lavender eyes slipping shut. The night
+had been a long, confusing one. She was glad to be with Sakura now,
+away from the loneliness and confusion that had played out earlier.
+Even if her love was an unrequited one, she was still happiest when
+she was close to the girl she loved. She could lie there with
+Sakura's fingers gently stroking her hair forever. Something that
+felt like Sakura's nose pressed against her hair and her lips curved
+in a soft smile. Sakura's warm breath tickled her through her hair.
+Snuggling closer against Sakura's side, Tomoyo wished the night
+wouldn't end. When the morning light spilt through the windows, this
+dream would be forgotten without so much as a video to remember it
+by. Syaoran would wake up and Sakura would remember that she loved
+him and this would be nothing more than a moment that had slipped
+away like a grain of sand. Why was it that the moments she loved most
+with Sakura were always the ones she couldn't videotape? Fate was
+cruel. Now if only...
+	Tomoyo's thoughts were quickly forgotten. A soft squeak escaped her
+lips, a brief intake of air and a gasp of surpirse from her musical
+voice. Sakura's strong, free hand had slid up over her stomach,
+cupping one of the heiress's breasts through her nightgown. Sakura's
+lips replaced her nose in Tomoyo's hair, kissing her head softly.
+Confusion spun a web through the dark haired girl's mind, slowing her
+thoughts down to a crawl. She usually understood Sakura better than
+anyone, so the Mistress of the Cards' current behavior took her
+completely by surprise. She was torn between her instincts to protect
+Sakura's relationship with Syaoran and her own need for Sakura. Her
+usual calm, collected nature in shambles, Tomoyo remained silent for
+the moment, squirming slightly under her friend's questing hands.
+	Force of will pushed Sakura's embarrassment far away from her mind.
+Tomoyo felt so wonderfu, so perfect, both against her and under her
+fingertips. She squeezed Tomoyo's breast experimentally, marvelling
+at how soft Tomoyo felt and how the skin melded to her palm. She
+delighted in the gasp it ellicited from Tomoyo. Tomoyo's excited
+gasps were so different from Syaoran's restrained groans. She loved
+the way it sounded, how it let her know how much Tomoyo enjoyed what
+she was doing to her. Sometimes so was so unsure of whether or not
+she was doing the right thing with Syaoran. It was great to know how
+Tomoyo felt about her ministrations. Her hand left Tomoyo's somewhat
+larger chest and travelled back to the heiress's bare legs. Tomoyo
+spread her legs invitingly making room for Sakura's hand. It caressed
+up and down Tomoyo's right thigh, feeling the warmth under pale,
+silky skin.
+	It hadn't been the alcohal, Sakura decided. Her heart sang at the
+way Tomoyo shuddered when she suckled on her earlobe. She felt so...
+alive. Like her body crackled with electricity. Tomoyo always made
+her happy and being with her like this was no different. It was still
+Tomoyo, but so much closer. So much warmer. So much more... hers. Her
+kisses along Tomoyo's jawline caught the other girl's attention and
+her best friend's lips quickly met her own. They were warm and wet
+and delicious. They licked and kissed at her own passionately and
+Sakura could do nothing but give into them.
+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
+	Yawning sleepily, Syaoran wandered through his girlfriend's
+apparment half awake. It had been strange to wake up in a place that
+was so... cute. He'd been disoriented to wake up to such a heavy dose
+of pink around the appartment. He hoped Sakura could refrain from
+decking out their home like that when they got married. He couldn't
+imagine waking up to milky pink every morning.
+	The shower was going, but he couldn't figure out who it was.
+Probably Sakura, since she hadn't been in bed when he'd woken up. He
+considered going in to join her. It had been a long day the day
+before and the flight had been exhausting. And a shower with Sakura
+would certainly wake him up this morning. A small smile crossed his
+lips as he made up his mind. It was nice not to be a country away
+from Sakura for the moment. He certainly couldn't be with her like
+that from and ocean away.
+	The bathroom door opened quietly under Syaoran's hand. Beautiful
+humming came from the shower, a syren's song drawing him ever closer.
+His amber eyes went to the shower as he filled up the doorway.
+"Sakura..." His voice trailed off as Tomoyo turned to look at him.
+Her pale body was wet and entirely naked. His mind vaguely made note
+that her breasts were a bit larger than Sakura's. Her body was soft
+and curvy and slender, not like Sakura's athlete's body. Stormy blue
+eyes met his and the humming stopped immediately. "I.. uhh..."
+Syaoran stammered, his face going a deep shade of crimson.
+	Oddly enough, Tomoyo seemed hardly embarrassed, simply covering
+herself with her hands and offering a sympathetic smile. "Sakura's
+not here," she explained helpfully. "She was in the living room when
+I came in here." For a moment, she wondered if Syaoran had understood
+her. He finally nodded and gave her a mumbled thanks. Wondering idly
+what Syaoran would have done if it had been Sakura in the shower,
+Tomoyo resumed her humming.
+	Slamming the door quickly, Syaoran took a long moment to compose
+himself. It took a while for the blood to drain from his face. Tomoyo
+was certainly beautiful... He shook his head quickly to force the
+idea out of his mind. Daidouji was the last person he wanted to be
+thinking about. She'd always been that crazy friend of Sakura's.
+Though she had always been helpful to him. If it hadn't been for her,
+he never would have told Sakura how he felt about her.
+	Deciding it was best to pretend that hadn't happened, Syaoran
+continued his search for Sakura. He made his way to the living room,
+but Sakura was curiously missing. In her place sat Meiling, sitting
+on the couch in front of the large television Tomoyo seemed so fond
+of watching her videos on. "Meiling, have you seen Sakura?" he asked.
+The murderous look Meiling gave him chilled his blood. He wondered if
+perhaps he had said the wrong thing.
+	"She's in the kitchen. I think she's making breakfast or something.
+I would've made something, but I don't know my way around the
+kitchen." Her gaze went back to the television. Nothing was on, but
+she seemed to be content to focus on it. Her thoughts were busy
+elsewhere anyway. She was still ashamed of her actions the night
+before. Crossing one leg on top of the other, she rested back on the
+couch, trying to appear perfectly content. The affect on Syaoran was
+more that he was afraid to bother her again. That worked just as well.
+	Entering the kitchen, Syaoran finally found his girlfriend. She,
+too, was humming to herself. Her apron hugged her body cutely. Flour
+and batter left her looking like she walked through a small cooking
+warzone, but the smell coming from the oven was delicious. Sakura
+could be flighty, but when she put her mind to something, she could
+do an incredible job. "Good morning, Syaoran," Sakura said happily,
+kissing his cheek as he entered the kitchen. She went back to
+whisking something in a bowl, keeping an eye on a timer near the
+oven.
+	Deciding that dark haired girls were merely crazy this early in the
+morning, Syaoran was glad to see that Sakura was her usual energetic
+self. It was good to be away from all the Li Clan business and back
+with the girl he loved. He wrapped his arms around her from behind,
+holding her body close to his. Kissing the back of her neck under her
+short hair, he was glad to feel her snuggling back against him.
+	Sakura was happy. The confusion that had seemed to consume her life
+lately had, for now, abated. She knew how she felt now. She loved
+Syaoran. She loved Tomoyo. The night before had helped her to
+understand that. She had stayed up with Tomoyo late into the night.
+They had held each other and talked until they had finally fallen
+asleep in each others arms. Syaoran and Tomoyo both made her happy.
+Her feelings were no longer such a mystery to her, making even her
+own actions indecipherable. At some time, it would be necessary for
+her to figure out what to do about this revelation. But for now, she
+was simply happy. And very, very much in love.

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