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1 _Ureshisou ni Shinagara, Naka Nakunaku_ | |
2 | |
3 Author: Catsy (nekojita@ayashi.net) | |
4 Content: songfic, shoujo-ai, angst | |
5 Song: Vector | |
6 Artist: Sakamoto Maaya | |
7 | |
8 -- | |
9 | |
10 Hands as delicate and pale as the fabric they held worked at the needle, | |
11 embroidering that which simply could not be entrusted to the sewing | |
12 machine. Tomoyo's lips pursed in concentration, the tip of her tongue | |
13 protruding just slightly as she worked the stitch over and under. Over and | |
14 under. It was painstaking, laborious work, work which could easily fetch | |
15 yen in the six-digit range, if she chose to sell it. | |
16 | |
17 She would not be selling it. It was for Sakura. | |
18 | |
19 Tomoyo tried to remember exactly when it was that she realized she loved | |
20 Sakura. There had to have been a point when it progressed from best | |
21 friends, to childhood infatuation, to real romance. Or was it imperceptibly | |
22 gradual, the way leaves shift to calico colors in the fall? All Tomoyo knew | |
23 was that it simply /was/. That was good enough; had to be good enough. | |
24 | |
25 But it wasn't. | |
26 | |
27 Told myself for a long time | |
28 Don't go there | |
29 You will only be sorry | |
30 | |
31 Eriol had politely suggested to her at one point that she and Sakura--and | |
32 for that matter, many romantic relationships between women--suffered from | |
33 the regrettable Japanese notion that women weren't permitted to make the | |
34 first move. That if one or the other of them didn't break free of that and | |
35 do /something/, they weren't ever likely to. Of course, when Eriol | |
36 suggested something it was never /im/polite, and Tomoyo recognized on one | |
37 level that he was right. It made her wonder why he'd say such a thing, | |
38 since it was clear that Eriol approved of Sakura and Syaoran as a couple. | |
39 | |
40 Told myself so many times | |
41 I just had to take a look | |
42 in those faraway eyes | |
43 | |
44 Of course, he was both right and wrong at the same time. The psychological | |
45 explanation made sense on the surface, but how could she explain to him her | |
46 own reasons for remaining silent? | |
47 | |
48 Sakura's friendship was precious to her. From elementary school to middle | |
49 school, to high school and beyond, Sakura's happiness sustained Tomoyo like | |
50 lifeblood itself. She had but to walk into the room, and everyone | |
51 immediately knew it--the temperature rose by a degree, moods lightened, and | |
52 the room seemed somehow brighter for her presence. | |
53 | |
54 It wasn't that she didn't /want/ to be with Sakura. Nothing would make her | |
55 happier than if she and Sakura could have a life together, bringing each | |
56 other that fulfillment that only deep, bonding romance could. | |
57 | |
58 In them I saw a longing | |
59 for something | |
60 Maybe I couldn't give you | |
61 | |
62 But if she tried, and failed, what would be the cost? Was it worth the | |
63 risk of harming her friendship with Sakura, for the sake of what she might | |
64 never be able to have? | |
65 | |
66 Said it's all in my mind | |
67 "It ain't nothing" | |
68 | |
69 Would it be worth risking everything, if all she got was a few stolen | |
70 kisses, and something to giggle nervously about together when they were | |
71 older? Was it worth the risk of hurting Sakura, or taking her away from | |
72 what made her happy, to tell her how she felt just once? | |
73 | |
74 Don't say that | |
75 Don't say that | |
76 Darling no | |
77 Don't say anything at all | |
78 | |
79 Tomoyo decided, as she had so many times before, that the answer was no. | |
80 What she hadn't told Eriol, what she'd seen no reason to point out, is that | |
81 Sakura probably knew anyway. She was naive and dense, but a remarkably good | |
82 judge of character. Tomoyo found it impossible to believe, given how long | |
83 they'd known each other, that Sakura could /not/ know how Tomoyo felt. | |
84 | |
85 | |
86 Because I've seen it now | |
87 Can't pretend anymore | |
88 "It ain't nothing" | |
89 | |
90 The only explanation, the only sensible one, was that Sakura /did/ | |
91 know--and didn't feel the same way. And that rather than hurt Tomoyo's | |
92 feelings, she simply didn't speak of it. That was fine--because even that | |
93 painful truth made Tomoyo happy. It meant that Sakura cared enough about | |
94 her feelings to spare them, and Tomoyo was willing to accept that. | |
95 | |
96 But it wasn't the same as telling her. It wasn't the same as taking | |
97 Sakura's hand in hers, bringing it to her lips, whispering /aishiteimasu/, | |
98 and watching Sakura's eyes light up with joy. It wasn't the same as walking | |
99 together hand in hand and knowing that everyone else knew who and what they | |
100 were, or holding each other in their arms after making love. | |
101 | |
102 Do you know what I mean? | |
103 And have you seen it too? | |
104 Do you know what I mean? | |
105 Do you know? | |
106 And I'll do anything | |
107 Just tell me what it means | |
108 Cause I can't live in doubt anymore | |
109 | |
110 Tomoyo's hands gripped the fabric of the dress tightly, her knuckles | |
111 whitening. She squeezed her eyes shut to banish to image that leapt | |
112 unbidden into her mind, but it did no good--it merely succeeded in | |
113 squeezing a single tear out of eyes that she'd thought were dry. She jerked | |
114 back as she felt the wetness, let it roll down her cheek rather than fall | |
115 on the outfit she was working on. She would not cry--Sakura was in the next | |
116 room, spending the night. She would not allow Sakura to see her like this. | |
117 | |
118 Do we try or should we | |
119 just say goodbye | |
120 | |
121 Her mother had figured it out early on. She blessed it, of course, but was | |
122 of the opinion that Tomoyo should either fish or cut bait--that if she | |
123 wasn't going to tell Sakura, that she'd be better off leaving her to go her | |
124 own way after high school. Tomoyo knew she meant well, knew that her mother | |
125 only wanted to spare her the pain she'd gone through when Nadeshiko had | |
126 married Fujitaka. | |
127 | |
128 If you'd rather be somewhere | |
129 that's not here | |
130 then you just gotta tell me | |
131 Cause there's so much more to life | |
132 than pretending | |
133 | |
134 In truth, she'd half-expected Sakura to be the one to break off the | |
135 friendship. Not maliciously, because Sakura would never do anything | |
136 malicious to hurt someone, least of all a friend--but on any one of the | |
137 numerous occasions when Tomoyo had been a little /too/ enthusiastic with | |
138 her professions of how wonderful Sakura was, in front of her. When they | |
139 were younger, it had occasionally discomfited Sakura, which Tomoyo was | |
140 grateful for--Sakura was so open about things like that, it let her know | |
141 when she'd crossed the line. But as they'd grown up, throughough junior | |
142 high and high school, Sakura had gradually ceased being put off by Tomoyo's | |
143 displays. Was it that it didn't bother her anymore, or was she just getting | |
144 better at keeping it inside? | |
145 | |
146 Don't you know | |
147 Don't you know | |
148 Darling for you | |
149 I'd do anything at all | |
150 | |
151 Sakura had only to say it, and Tomoyo would do it. If Sakura had ever told | |
152 her, "Tomoyo, this bothers me," Tomoyo would stop. If Sakura had ever asked | |
153 her for anything, Tomoyo would give it to her if it were in her power. And | |
154 if Sakura had ever asked Tomoyo to be hers, to any extent or in any | |
155 capacity, it would be so before the words had time to pass her lips. | |
156 Anything. | |
157 | |
158 I wanna be with you | |
159 but that look in your eyes | |
160 tells me something | |
161 | |
162 Tomoyo would do anything for Sakura's happiness... including giving up on | |
163 her own. | |
164 | |
165 Do you know what I mean? | |
166 And have you seen it too? | |
167 Do you know what I mean? | |
168 Do you know? | |
169 And I'll do anything | |
170 Just tell me what it means | |
171 Cause I can't live in doubt anymore | |
172 | |
173 But it wasn't really giving up her own happiness, was it? If Sakura was | |
174 happy, that made Tomoyo happy. She was the very embodiment of the word | |
175 /setsunasa/--that simultanaeity of bittersweet happiness, the thing which | |
176 was a source of both sweet yearning and pain. It was embroidered into her | |
177 being as inextricably as the lace she set about assiduously sewing to the | |
178 cuffs of the dress. | |
179 | |
180 | |
181 I wanna know | |
182 can you tell me | |
183 I wanna know | |
184 will you tell me | |
185 is it hello | |
186 is it good-bye | |
187 | |
188 At last, she was done. Tomoyo held up her handiwork and inspected it | |
189 critically. No, a seam on the collar was misaligned; it would need to be | |
190 redone. Fortunately, it was just a matter of ripping out the stitches and | |
191 running that part through the sewing machine again. Tomoyo did so, letting | |
192 the mindless automation of the work drive thought from her mind and dry her | |
193 eyes. | |
194 | |
195 | |
196 She was grateful for the dry eyes a few minutes later, as Sakura knocked | |
197 once and opened the door without waiting for a response. | |
198 | |
199 "Sakura!" Tomoyo exclaimed. "Wait just a minute, it's /almost/ done..." | |
200 | |
201 I gotta know | |
202 won't you tell me | |
203 I gotta know | |
204 you can tell me | |
205 is it hello | |
206 or just good-bye | |
207 | |
208 "I'm sorry," Sakura said sheepishly. "I know you don't like to be | |
209 disturbed when you're working..." | |
210 | |
211 Tomoyo shook her head firmly, as if the very notion that Sakura could | |
212 disturb her was absurd. "No, no, it's just that I wanted you to see it when | |
213 it was finished... I'm afraid it's not my best work," she added with a | |
214 pensive glance at the uneven stitching. "I'll need to tailor it a bit, of | |
215 course." | |
216 | |
217 I gotta know | |
218 can you tell me | |
219 I gotta know | |
220 will you tell me | |
221 is it hello | |
222 is it good-bye | |
223 | |
224 This didn't seem to matter one bit to Sakura, who stared at Tomoyo's | |
225 latest creation with open-mouthed wonder. She rushed forward and felt at | |
226 the silken texture, rubbed the lace between her fingers. "I don't believe | |
227 you for a minute," she said insistently, her eyes fairly sparkling. "It's | |
228 /wonderful/." | |
229 | |
230 I gotta know | |
231 won't you tell me | |
232 I gotta know | |
233 you can tell me | |
234 is it hello... | |
235 | |
236 Sakura set the dress aside and hugged Tomoyo tightly. "Thank you, thank | |
237 you, thank you!" She drew back and kissed Tomoyo on the cheek, taking her | |
238 hands in hers. Tomoyo drank in the touch as if it were life itself, and | |
239 committed the kiss to memory for all time. If Sakura never kissed her | |
240 again, nor held her hands like this, Tomoyo would still feel complete, | |
241 having known this moment. "Oh Tomoyo, what would I do without you? It's the | |
242 most beautiful thing I've ever seen." | |
243 | |
244 Or just good-bye... | |
245 | |
246 Tomoyo smiled back at her friend. A thousand words passed through her | |
247 mind, in every way she knew how to say them. /Daisuki desu. Aishiteimasu. | |
248 Je t'aime. I love you./ Instead, however, she gazed at the dress, and | |
249 smoothed wrinkles out of the white fabric. "That's good, because you'll be | |
250 the most beautiful bride in the world." |