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+Author’s note: Hello! ^-^ This is another Tomoyo & Sakura story
+(like a good deal of my fanfics) and it has some dark issues that it
+deals with. It isn’t exactly a lemon, but it does have some
+suggestive moments between two women. I don’t own these characters
+though I’d do almost anything to own Tomoyo-chan. ^-^ But then I’d
+have to own Sakura, too, just so she wouldn’t get lonely. ^-^;;
+Anyway, this fanfic comes from a discussion G.P. and I were having
+about the possibilities of Sakura’s vast powers after her life
+started to break down with her marriage to Syaoran and the consequent
+loss of Tomoyo as a major force in her life. The original idea was
+much darker, but the characters had their own idea where this story
+was going. ^-^;; I really hope you enjoy it. ^-^ I always love
+feedback, so if you have a chance when you’re done with the story, I
+would love to hear from you. ^-^
+Don’t Close Your Eyes
+by Amazoness Duo
+amazonessduo@hotmail.com
+	What was the start of all this? When had things started taking a
+turn for the worse? Sakura wasn’t quite sure anymore as she looked
+back on things. She had a difficult time remembering the last time
+she was truly happy. The wedding? The honeymoon? Sometime afterwards?
+The marriage had been dreamlike at first, the novelty of being a
+married couple making it all the more amazing. It had seemed
+wonderful. She could finally be with the man she loved always. But
+things hadn’t worked out quite the way she had planned. She had a
+hard time connecting with Syaoran. He had a difficult time with his
+own emotions. Her emotions seemed like a complete mystery to him,
+like another language. He saw her overemotional behavior often as a
+sign of weakness and couldn’t understand her pain. Nor could he truly
+take part in her joy. And so her heart had languished.
+	If that had been the only thing, it might have been bearable. But
+as time went by, things became worse. Syaoran had always been a
+jealous person. And now that she was his bride, his possession, he
+was even worse about it, even to her friends and family. She was
+confused and hurt with how he treated them. She found that she could
+not come to him with her misery of being away from them and alone in
+Hong Kong. The only one she could really talk to about it was Tomoyo,
+and unfortunately she had heard less and less from the dark haired
+beauty as time went by until she stopped hearing from her altogether
+several months before.
+	The phone call from Sonomi had startled her out of a peaceful
+sleep. At first she thought it was a phone call from Tomoyo but
+Sonomi’s pain wracked voice quickly shook that thought. She had never
+heard someone hurt that badly before as Sonomi tried to speak on the
+phone. A cold chill had run through Sakura’s body as she waited. It
+had to be about Tomoyo. There was nothing else it could be. And deep
+in her heart, she already knew what the phone call was about. Tomoyo
+had killed herself. Sonomi had found her in her little apartment with
+her wrists slashed. Her broken best friend had bled to death on her
+floor, all alone in the middle of the night. The simple suicide note
+left by Tomoyo was just like her, sweet and kind with hidden pain
+behind it. Apparently, she hadn’t intended for Sakura to ever find
+out about her suicide, mentioning in the letter how she had faded
+from Sakura’s life and that now she could leave without worrying
+about making the brunette sad. Sonomi had other ideas instead of
+keeping it from Sakura. Sakura had curled up and cried for what felt
+like an eternity.
+	Tomoyo’s death had shattered Sakura’s heart into thousands of
+splinters, all lodged painfully in her soul. Syaoran could not mend
+her heart after that point. She was too far gone, living every day in
+an emotional agony. She was fairly sure that he didn’t love her
+anymore. He rarely spent time with her now and the luster of their
+early marriage was gone. And she had finally come to the realization
+that she hadn’t loved him in the first place. He was important to
+her, to be sure, but she had never fallen in love with him. Everyone
+had pushed her into a relationship with him. And she had gone along
+with it, believing that they all knew her heart better than she
+could. And she had been wrong.
+	Pulling up her staff, Sakura closed her emerald green eyes. She
+didn’t know when things had started going wrong, but she didn’t care
+by this point. She was the most powerful magician in the world. With
+all of her magic, fixing things should be easy enough. There was a
+slight quiver in her heart of fear, but she pushed it away. It was
+too painful to keep living on this way. Tomoyo, Syaoran, her family,
+it had all slipped away from her. Clutching the staff tighter, she
+began to focus all of her magic. “I’m going to put all of this
+right,” she whispered. As she finished chanting, the world around her
+began to grow fuzzy, distorted. Colors began to bleed together,
+reality swirling around her. Faces and images, smells and sounds
+tormented Sakura as the world around her twisted and pulled. Her own
+body began following suit, her hand dropping the staff as her fingers
+began to dissipate in a swirl of light. It felt like she was being
+pulled apart, piece by piece. A shrill scream shattered the world
+around her and everything went dark.
+	Some time later, Sakura woke up with a pounding headache. It was
+still pitch black, but it was now deathly silent. What had happened?
+Nothing was coming to mind. Everything was distant, like it had all
+been a dream that was quickly fading away. Perhaps that was all it
+had been. A horrible nightmare brought on by the stress of Tomoyo’s
+death and her own weakening relationship with her husband. A sad sigh
+escaped her lips as she shifted in bed. Good. She was home in bed. It
+had all been a bad dream after all. She could feel warm arms around
+her, naked skin against her own as they lay haphazardly under the
+sheets. She snuggled closer, holding on tightly herself. “Syaoran...”
+she whispered. She desperately wanted comfort right now, but at least
+she knew he was there, even if he was asleep. She buried her face
+against his shoulder and got a face full of long hair. It smelt of
+lilacs. That was strange. She couldn’t remember that scent before.
+Nor did she remember Syaoran’s hair being quite so long. Now that she
+thought about it, the body that was pressed firmly against her didn’t
+feel much like Syaoran’s either. Her bare leg moved up along the
+other figure’s long bare leg as Sakura’s confusion grew to a breaking
+point in her head. The body felt much softer, much more curvy than
+her husband’s. It also seemed smaller. Her leg finally stopped
+between the other figure’s legs. This wasn’t her husband at all. This
+was a woman.
+	Sakura nearly fell out of bed after slipping away from the sleeping
+figure. What was going on here? How had she woken up naked in bed
+with another woman? None of this was making any sense. The person in
+bed should be her husband. If it had all just been a bad dream then
+she should have woken up to find herself at home in bed with him.
+Unless... It hadn’t been a nightmare at all, had it? Then her magic
+must have gone freakishly wrong to have her end up here. Noticing a
+discarded nightie on the floor, Sakura snagged it and quickly pulled
+it over her head. She dimly realized that it fit perfectly, as it if
+were her own even though she had never seen the garment before.
+	Standing up silently in the dark room, Sakura waited for her eyes
+to adjust. The room she was in definitely wasn’t the one she shared
+with her husband. It looked elegantly decorated and beautifully done.
+Whoever had made up the room had done so with great care. There were
+long ethereal curtains around the bed that Sakura had slipped out of,
+obscuring the woman within. She was lying on her back, her long dark
+hair spread around her head on the pillow she was using. The sheet
+had been pulled mostly off of her from Sakura’s quick escape from the
+bed. She was obviously a very beautiful woman around Sakura’s age.
+But that still didn’t explain why they were sharing a bed. Especially
+in such an intimate way. Sakura’s cheeks flushed crimson as she
+covered herself with her arms self-consciously. What had her magic
+done?
+	The woman on the bed stirred in her sleep, startling Sakura nearly
+to death before going back to her contented slumber. The Cardmistress
+let out a weary sigh of relief. Her curiosity began gnawing at her
+again. She had to know who the woman was and what was going on.
+Leaning forward, her fingers grasped onto the thin fabric of the bed
+curtains. Pulling them aside, Sakura squinted in the darkness, trying
+to make out the familiar face of the sleeping woman. Realization hit
+her with a sudden ferocity. “Tomoyo-chan!” she exclaimed in shock.
+The last she had seen of her was at the funeral. Her knees went weak
+at the sight, the body of her best friend stirring again after her
+sudden outburst. How could it be? Tomoyo was dead. She had seen her.
+There was no way... But she had used her magic to fix things. Had she
+saved Tomoyo?
+	Yawning tiredly, the dark haired woman in question blinked up at
+the brunette who was leaning over her. A sleepy smile crossed her
+lips as she propped herself up on one elbow. She seemed unabashed
+about her nudity in front of Sakura. “Sakura’s up early. Did Bara-
+chan wake you up again? I still don’t know which of us she likes to
+wake up more often.”
+	Sakura could do nothing but stare at the dark haired woman in front
+of her. This was all too much too quickly for her to understand.
+Tomoyo was back. And she was here for some reason. Or Sakura was
+there. One or the other. Had she called her Sakura and not Sakura-
+chan? She’d never heard that before. She barely heard what Tomoyo
+said. She only nodded weakly. Tomoyo’s hand reached out, stroking
+Sakura’s cheek lovingly. Sakura felt a dark blush creeping up on her
+cheeks as Tomoyo leaned up and kissed her. It was long and sweet, the
+pale woman taking her time to savor the kiss. It was very slow yet
+passionate, beginning to send a warm feeling through Sakura’s whole
+body. Wide eyed, she slumped back to her knees when the kiss finally
+finished, now even more confused than ever at what had happened.
+	A giggle came from Tomoyo as she watched the bewildered woman on
+the floor near her. Sakura was always so cute, even when she was
+tired. “You should get back to sleep, Sakura. We have a big day
+tomorrow. If Bara-chan comes back in, I’ll take care of her,
+darling.” Taking Sakura by the hand gently, she pulled her back onto
+the bed next to her, snuggling close once more. She rested her head
+on Sakura’s chest, her long dark hair spilling across Sakura like a
+blanket.
+	Sitting in shock, Sakura could do nothing but stare at the girl
+lying against her. Just what had she done with her magic? Things had
+changed quite a bit. And why had Tomoyo kissed her? Just what was
+going on? Sakura blushed deeply in the darkness, trying to sort past
+the knotted feelings inside of her. Tomoyo was back. That was the
+important thing. This time around she hadn’t killed herself. She was
+alive. And happy. Sakura wrapped her arms around Tomoyo protectively,
+prompting Tomoyo to snuggle closer. Sakura yawned, closing her eyes.
+After all of the stress and sudden shock, she passed out quickly.
+	“Mama?” a tiny voice meandered through Sakura’s head. It sounded
+distant, miles away. But it slowly became closer, more insistent. She
+felt a tug on her nightgown from small hands. “Mama?”
+	Blinking tiredly, Sakura sat up in bed. Closing her jade eyes, she
+stretched, yawning. Last night sure had been... “Mama?” a small voice
+interrupted her thoughts, irrefutably nearby. Sakura’s eyes shot open
+suddenly. It hadn’t been a dream. Again. She was really here. With
+Tomoyo. And... “Bara-chan?” she asked curiously. The little girl
+smiled, happy to have her attention. Just who was the young lady? Was
+she Sakura’s daughter? Or Tomoyo’s? She and Syaoran had discussed
+children on occasion, but it had never happened. Was this Tomoyo’s
+daughter then? She had Tomoyo’s stormy blue eyes with dark brown hair
+down to her shoulders. “Mama, can you put these ribbons in my hair?”
+she asked sweetly, holding out a handful of green ribbons to Sakura.
+Sakura just stared at her for a minute, slowly taking the ribbons.
+Who’s daughter was she, then? This whole thing wasn’t making any
+sense. She decided to be more careful the next time she decided to
+use her magic to fix everything.
+	A gentle giggle came from the other side of the room, drawing
+Sakura’s attention. Tomoyo was already dressed in a business outfit,
+her hair done up beautifully in braids. “You’re finally awake,
+Sakura. You must have been tired last night. I would have woken you
+up earlier, but I couldn’t bring myself to. You look so pretty when
+you sleep.” Looking back in the mirror as she finished adjusting her
+outfit, Tomoyo sighed dreamily.
+	Sakura just sat in bed, clutching the sheets against her body. Her
+emerald eyes darted from the girl in front of her to Tomoyo and back.
+The little girl was still watching her patiently, her little hand
+holding the ribbons out to the dazed woman. Sakura found herself
+slowly reaching out for them, not quite aware of what she was doing.
+This pleased the younger girl who eagerly gave up the little fabric
+strips. The ribbons hung heavily in Sakura’s hand, practically
+demanding her full attentions. They were so much safer than
+contemplating what was going on. Beautiful lavender ribbons. They
+brought back memories of braiding Tomoyo’s hair, her fingers lost in
+Tomoyo’s lavender tresses. She didn’t notice the curious look that
+Bara was giving her, nostalgia replacing her confusion for the time
+being. The last she had seen of Tomoyo was at the funeral. It had
+been the single most painful event in her life. Nothing could have
+possibly prepared her for it. She still woke up crying at night, but
+there was no comfort in waking up. The nightmare had been very real.
+But this time, it was only a nightmare. Tomoyo was alive and well.
+She had the same bright, gorgeous smile that Sakura remembered her
+wearing so beautifully. She felt like she had finally been let out of
+a sealed coffin. Poisonous thoughts that had plagued her nearly every
+day since the dark haired woman’s suicide had left her feelings so
+tired and weak, always on the verge of collapse. But now she couldn’t
+even remember all of them, as if they had been nothing more than a
+dream. And for all intents and purposes, they were. She was the only
+one who could remember what had happened before she had fixed things.
+She still wasn’t sure exactly what she had fixed, but she was content
+in the knowledge that Tomoyo was still alive and well. She had needed
+her best friend terribly over the past few months and going on
+without her had been almost impossible. No, that wasn’t true. She had
+needed Tomoyo for much longer than the past few months. The past few
+years of her marriage. No, that wasn’t right either. She had needed
+her ever since she left for Hong Kong. Ever since she left Tomoyo.
+	Tilting Sakura’s chin, Tomoyo gave her a petal soft kiss, savoring
+the wondrous feel of Sakura’s lips against her own. Even after all
+the years they had been together, she never got tired of the simple
+joys of living with the brunette. Her lips lingered on Sakura’s for a
+long moment, the warmth in her heart wrapping around her like a
+blanket. Her lithe fingers delicately stroked the bottom of Sakura’s
+chin as she finally pulled away, smiling happily as she did. “I’m
+going to check on breakfast. Don’t take too long, you two.”
+	Sakura watched Tomoyo’s retreating form with wide eyes, her fingers
+lightly held against her lips. She was more awake now and the shock
+had had time to set in so she couldn’t just push it aside the way she
+had the night before. No, that wasn’t entirely the case. She was
+still most definitely shocked. But the idea of pushing this off was
+impossible. She was dense, but she wasn’t blind.
+	“Mama?” Bara’s voice reached out again, taking a hold of Sakura’s
+thoughts and leading her back to the ribbons in her hand.
+	“Oh... Hai, let me fix these for you,” Sakura said after a moment’s
+hesitation. Her voice came out surprisingly better than she would
+have thought, given the circumstances. While her fingers were busy
+with the ribbons in the little girl’s hair, her mind was still
+focussed a minute earlier on the kiss. It had felt so natural, so
+warm and loving. It was with some shock that she realized exactly
+what it was. The kiss of a couple that has had quite some time to
+grow completely comfortable with the other. Granted, Tomoyo kissed
+rather differently from Syaoran, more gentle and slow, but the basis
+was still there. The years were apparent in the kiss. Her shaking
+hands settled in her lap. Her eyes slowly began to scan the room. In
+the morning light it was much easier to see the room’s design. The
+room was very neat, everything seeming to accentuate everything else
+like a well designed costume. It was definitely Tomoyo’s doing. But
+at the same time, there were tell tale signs that she shared the
+room. Little stuffed animals at odd places, trinkets on the dresser,
+cluttered yet organized chaos lurking around the room. And most
+importantly, a picture of the two of them by the bedside, both in
+wedding gowns, along with numerous other pictures of the happy
+couple. Bara showed up in quite a few of them as well. Apparently
+Tomoyo still did an excellent job of documenting everything for
+posterity. And why wouldn’t she? If they were married then she had
+even more reason to be making her memorial videos and documenting
+Sakura’s life. Her loving and devoted wife. “Hoe...” Sakura slumped
+back on the bed, by now too lost in thought to notice the little girl
+mentioning that breakfast is probably ready or that she had already
+walked out the bedroom door. Just what had she changed? She was
+fairly certain that it was one specific thing, but how could it have
+had such drastic affects?
+	“Sakura?” Tomoyo asked softly, startling Sakura from her thoughts.
+The pale woman was standing at their bedside. She had been watching
+the brunette for a minute or two now, but Sakura hadn’t noticed her
+arrival. Sakura was like a book to Tomoyo. Her favorite book, of
+course. Her feelings always came across perfectly, even when Sakura
+didn’t quite understand them. The years they had spent together had
+only made it easier to tell what Sakura was feeling. She could tell
+that Sakura was having trouble with something but she wasn’t sure if
+she should say anything yet. Sometimes offering a subtle hand made
+much more of a difference than a strong grasp. She was there for
+Sakura and her wife knew that. If Sakura didn’t want to say anything,
+then that was all right. Though it usually didn’t take long before
+Sakura told her whatever was on her mind. Sitting down next to the
+Cardmistress, Tomoyo placed her hand atop her wife’s, squeezing
+gently. “Are you all right?”
+	Sakura couldn’t answer for a moment. All she could do was look at
+the dark haired woman, listening to her gentle voice, transfixed by
+her stormy blue eyes. Her free hand came up slowly of it’s own
+volition, the tips of her fingers tracing Tomoyo’s silken skin. Her
+fingers brushed through Tomoyo’s soft hair as they continued up along
+her cheek. Sakura’s heart had nearly stopped in her chest. “Tomoyo-
+chan!!” Sakura threw her arms around Tomoyo, holding onto her as
+tightly as she could, her body shaking as she buried her head in the
+crook of the dark haired woman’s neck. The reality of the situation
+hadn’t quite dawned on her until that moment. Until then, she had
+still been confused, lost in the situation presented before her. But
+now the how and what hardly mattered to her. Now that she was
+surrounded in Tomoyo’s presence, her soft, gentle touch, her warm
+skin, her intoxicating scent, it was all that mattered. “You’re
+really here... Oh, Tomoyo-chan!” Tears that Sakura thought she could
+no longer shed spilt down her cheeks, sliding down Tomoyo’s shoulder.
+Coherent thought was beyond her. There was merely a sea of emotions
+and she was Alice, riding through it all in a tiny jar, tossing and
+turning in the waves. She could feel Tomoyo’s hand lightly rubbing
+her back, the pale woman’s soft voice whispering reassurances in her
+ear. She cried even harder, clutching onto Tomoyo with all of her
+strength. “I won’t let you go again, Tomoyo-chan... I won’t...” she
+sobbed weakly.
+	“I wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without you, Sakura,” Tomoyo
+whispered comfortingly. She gently brushed Sakura’s hair from her
+damp eyes with her free hand, still stroking Sakura’s back with the
+other. What had started as a small concern in her mind had suddenly
+turned into a blaring alarm. Something was definitely wrong. A
+nightmare, perhaps? No, Sakura usually woke her up when she had
+nightmares, wanting her to tell her it would be all right. Whatever
+this was, it was affecting Sakura immensely. The brunette was acting
+as if she had died. The possibility of magic was open, but aside from
+the magician’s library she had insisted on adding to the house for
+Sakura and the occasions that Sakura would use magic when it was just
+the two of them, the Cardmistress hadn’t had to deal with any real
+magical crisis for years. But now wasn’t the time to pursue it. Right
+now she just wanted to take away Sakura’s pain. The cause could wait
+until later. Pulling away ever so slightly, Tomoyo leaned down and
+began to kiss away Sakura’s salty tears one at a time, her hands
+resting on the brunette’s shoulders. Sakura could only look back at
+her with watery jade eyes that tugged at Tomoyo’s heart. ‘Oh, Sakura-
+chan... I’m so sorry. You should never have to look out at the world
+with such sad eyes. I’ll do anything to make that pain go away.’
+	Sakura sniffled as Tomoyo kept kissing away the last of her tears.
+Her body still shook though she had finally quit crying. She watched
+Tomoyo the entire time, her eyes following the sweet motions and the
+concerned yet reassuring look on the dark haired woman’s face.
+Tomoyo’s soft lips remained on her skin for a few seconds at a time,
+lingering on each little tear drop before miraculously whisking it
+away and moving to the next. Each kiss soothed Sakura’s weary mind,
+like bandages for her soul. It was nice. Warm. Loving. The tumultuous
+sea of emotion that had risen up around her like a tsunami slowly
+began to calm into a peaceful, serene ocean with Tomoyo at it’s
+center. She had reached out for her, pulling her away from the
+shipwreck she had found herself lost in. Just like Tomoyo always had.
+Her kisses continued across Sakura’s warm cheeks, trailing the last
+of her tears. Sakura moved her head to the side, her eyes finally
+closing. Her lips met Tomoyo’s, Sakura’s last tear dripping past her
+chin, forgotten. Sakura felt her whole body still as she kissed her
+best friend. She didn’t know quite why. Tomoyo’s kisses had been
+coursing through her bit by bit. She wanted to feel them... Needed to
+feel them, to know that they were there. That Tomoyo was alive and
+well. In her arms. She kissed Tomoyo softly at first, but found
+herself eagerly complying as Tomoyo began to kiss her more
+passionately. She couldn’t remember what was the dream anymore. She
+only knew this moment. There was so much she wanted to tell Tomoyo
+but had never had the chance to. And now that she was, Sakura found
+herself in tears even thinking about all the things she wanted to
+say. But this felt like the perfect way to get across all of the
+nuances in her heart. Finding out that they were married had come as
+a huge shock to Sakura. It had never crossed her mind before that
+such a thing would have ever been possible. But now it didn’t seem to
+matter. Her lips parted slightly and for a brief moment she felt
+Tomoyo’s tongue dancing with her own. The rest of the ice in her
+heart melted. It was delightfully sensuous, insanely slow. The dark
+haired girl kept drawing out the moment, kissing Sakura with a gentle
+intensity that shook off the painful bonds that had shackled Sakura’s
+heart.
+	Relaxing into the kiss, Tomoyo allowed herself to stop worrying
+herself to death for the time being. Yes, this was certainly her
+beloved Sakura. Whatever the problem was, she would help the brunette
+with it if it reared up again. For now, she wanted to bathe her in
+the love that filled her heart near bursting. Sakura’s kiss had been
+hesitant at first, unsure of herself. But it had quickly grown to the
+wonderful breathless kisses that had marked some of their most
+treasured moments together. Sakura’s arms slowly wrapped around her
+neck as they continued kissing. Tomoyo leaned into Sakura, enjoying
+the warm feeling of their bodies pressed together. For the dark
+haired woman, kissing Sakura, or just being with Sakura for that
+matter, was like being out in a shower of Sakura petals, each one a
+piece of her beloved’s heart raining down about her. It was the
+purest joy, the deepest happiness. And it only fed her limitless love
+for the woman in her arms. “I love you,” Tomoyo whispered. “With all
+my heart.”
+	“I love you, too, Tomoyo-cha... Tomoyo.” Sakura smiled softly. It
+was a small, genuine smile. Yes, that other place, that dark place
+must have been a dream. A nightmare. It was all fading as quickly as
+one. How could she have gotten so worked up over a bad dream like
+that? Tomoyo was alive. Tomoyo was hers. They had a beautiful
+daughter and a wonderful life together. There was no reason to
+indulge in nightmares any longer. “I love you, too.”

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