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     1.4 +Dear Sakura
     1.5 +Dream Angel
     1.6 +by Amazoness Duo and G.P.
     1.7 +amazonessduo@hotmail.com
     1.8 +pearsong1954@yahoo.com
     1.9 +
    1.10 +	Sakura hopped lithely from cloud to cloud, wearing only her
    1.11 +pajamas. But somehow they seemed like a fittingly appropriate attire
    1.12 +for the task at hand. Her bare feet were tickled by the soft and
    1.13 +fluffy clouds, their material similar to some of the clothes Tomoyo
    1.14 +had had her in over the years. Beautiful pastel blue skies surrounded
    1.15 +her on all sides as she continued walking along the clouds. A dove
    1.16 +darted past Sakura’s shoulder, drawing the Cardmistress’s attention.
    1.17 +It arched through the air gracefully, without a care in the world.
    1.18 +Sakura giggled in amazement as she watched the beautiful creature
    1.19 +soaring high above the clouds. 
    1.20 +	But it wasn’t flying above the clouds anymore. And it didn’t appear
    1.21 +to be a dove any longer, either. Gentle waves rocked the boat she was
    1.22 +on as passengers looked out at the stunning vista of Hong Kong
    1.23 +beyond. “Mr. Seagull!” an energetic young voice yelled out as the
    1.24 +former dove turned seagull teased the water playfully. Sakura glanced
    1.25 +around for the voice. It sounded so familiar, but she couldn’t quite
    1.26 +place it. Her emerald eyes finally fell upon a small brunette that
    1.27 +was looking out at the captivating ocean and the brave little seagull
    1.28 +with a bright earnestness. She was being playfully teased by her
    1.29 +older brother as a white haired boy with glasses looked on with a
    1.30 +smile. 
    1.31 +	“Hoe..?” Sakura took a few awkward steps forward, her mind
    1.32 +swirling. This had happened years ago, hadn’t it? This was her first
    1.33 +trip to Hong Kong, when she had been but a child. What had happened
    1.34 +to the clouds and the beautiful blue sky? Not that this was any less
    1.35 +gorgeous, but just what was going on? 
    1.36 +	Sakura’s questing eyes finally came to a stop when they reached a
    1.37 +not so familiar part of this fateful voyage. There was Tomoyo, ever
    1.38 +vigilant to capture every precious memory of their time together on
    1.39 +videotape. Sakura could remember that vaguely. She had known Tomoyo
    1.40 +was videotaping her, but her mind had been on other things. And quite
    1.41 +frankly, she had gotten so used to the lavender haired girl
    1.42 +videotaping her back then that sometimes she simply didn’t realize
    1.43 +when she was being taped and when she wasn’t. Sakura felt a pang of
    1.44 +guilt at having taken those little eccentricities for granted. She
    1.45 +missed the knowledge that her beautiful friend was catching her on
    1.46 +videotape. But that wasn’t what surprised Sakura. What the brunette
    1.47 +couldn’t remember at all was the pair of gorgeous, ethereal angel
    1.48 +wings that graced her dark haired friend’s young back. More beautiful
    1.49 +than Sakura’s own wings when she used the Fly Card, these wings
    1.50 +shimmered with their own inner light. They almost looked out of
    1.51 +place, surreal in this foreign landscape. But on Tomoyo, they fit
    1.52 +perfectly. The young heiress’s pale features and long spools of hair
    1.53 +just made her look even more angelic. Like a little lost angel, she
    1.54 +watched Sakura closely, with a heartfelt intensity that Sakura never
    1.55 +would have noticed back when the memory had first taken place. The
    1.56 +cute little angel smiled serenely as she continued videotaping her
    1.57 +clueless best friend, the iridescent wings on her back moving slowly
    1.58 +and gracefully. 
    1.59 +	Entranced by the spectacle before her, Sakura continued forward,
    1.60 +her bare feet moving quietly across the bottom of the boat. “Tomoyo-
    1.61 +chan..?” she whispered softly, almost afraid that the quiet angel
    1.62 +would fly away if she made too much noise. After all, such things
    1.63 +were always fleeting, weren’t they? It was best that she treat the
    1.64 +situation as delicately as possible lest her skittish angel leave her
    1.65 +side. The eighteen year old Sakura continued quietly towards the ten
    1.66 +year old vision of an angelic Tomoyo. 
    1.67 +	Turning gracefully, the young angel smiled sweetly at the older
    1.68 +woman, pulling down the camcorder for a moment. “An older Sakura-chan
    1.69 +is also very cute,” she said in her soft, harmonious voice. She
    1.70 +giggled softly as Sakura nearly fell back in fright. Her camcorder
    1.71 +came up swiftly, to forever catch the shocked look on her beloved’s
    1.72 +face. “Sakura-chan is so gorgeous when she’s older.” A delicious sigh
    1.73 +escaped her flushed cheeks as she rested a hand on one of them.
    1.74 +Camcorder still glued tightly to one lavender eye, this ethereal
    1.75 +sprite watched Sakura’s forward advance. “My beautiful Sakura-chan,
    1.76 +growing lovelier and wiser as the years grace her lovely form.”
    1.77 +	“Tomoyo-chan...” Sakura repeated, now inches from Tomoyo. Her
    1.78 +hesitant fingers reached out slowly, almost afraid that they would go
    1.79 +straight through this sparkling apparition. This was all from her
    1.80 +memory, what had happened back on her first trip to Hong Kong. All of
    1.81 +it except for the charming angel in front of her. Tomoyo had been
    1.82 +there, of course, but she certainly didn’t remember her with angel
    1.83 +wings. And besides, she was the only part of this memory that seemed
    1.84 +to acknowledge that she was there. So just what was going on?
    1.85 +	Before Sakura could touch the phantom of Tomoyo in front of her,
    1.86 +the younger girl hopped gracefully backwards. Sakura’s Tomoyo was
    1.87 +certainly not athletic, but she didn’t have big shimmering wings
    1.88 +either. The angel Tomoyo smiled at Sakura as she pulled up her
    1.89 +camcorder. The brunette felt as if she was being drawn into the
    1.90 +camcorder, as it seemed to see her for all that she was. The feeling
    1.91 +was disconcerting. She had about made her way to the angel’s new
    1.92 +location before her wings lifted up into the air. With a giant flap,
    1.93 +sparkling feathers surrounded Sakura, dancing around her in exotic
    1.94 +combinations before they finally faded away.
    1.95 +	Looking around, the Mistress of the Cards found that she was no
    1.96 +longer on the boat in Hong Kong. Her emerald orbs searched intently
    1.97 +for the small yet elegant angel, but at first there was no trace. It
    1.98 +took a few moments for her eyes to adjust. She was still mildly
    1.99 +confused as to what was going on, but she was far more concerned with
   1.100 +important matters like finding Tomoyo to worry about the details.
   1.101 +“Tomoyo-chan?” It was dark around her, but she soon discovered the
   1.102 +reason. She was outside, at a festival back home in Japan. People
   1.103 +dressed up in a myriad of different designs and colors of kimonos
   1.104 +walked through the dimly lit festival, all contributing to the cheery
   1.105 +atmosphere. 
   1.106 +	Walking through the crowd of people, Sakura searched valiantly for
   1.107 +her pale angel, moving past the unseeing throng of people. They paid
   1.108 +her no mind as she continued forward, her pajamas looking oddly out
   1.109 +of place in contrast to the dazzling kimonos passing her. A sudden
   1.110 +flash hit Sakura as she reached the center of the festivities. She
   1.111 +remembered this night. Tomoyo had taken her someplace away from all
   1.112 +of this, all of the crowds and busy people trying to enjoy
   1.113 +themselves. Had taken her someplace quiet and romantic. As if drawn
   1.114 +by some unseen force, Sakura hurried to the place of memories and
   1.115 +dreams, to one of many sweet and precious moments that she had
   1.116 +forgotten over the years but that she would give anything to relive.
   1.117 +With the sculpted speed of an athlete, the auburn haired woman made
   1.118 +her way through the trees. The sounds of the festival grew more
   1.119 +distant as she followed the traces of her memory like a treasure map.
   1.120 +And sure enough, she found her treasure at the center. There they
   1.121 +were, a younger Sakura and Tomoyo, sitting together in pretty kimonos
   1.122 +on the grass under the moonlight. They were leaning against each
   1.123 +other, alone except for the cheshire cat smile of the moon. Sakura
   1.124 +remembered that Tomoyo had made that kimono for her; had in fact
   1.125 +given it to her that very day. Their small, sandalled feet brushed
   1.126 +together as they sat together in a comfortable silence. The two girls
   1.127 +had been thirteen at the time. Little moments like this with Tomoyo
   1.128 +were the few times that she had completely forgotten about Syaoran
   1.129 +during his absence. They were precious little moments that had been
   1.130 +like tiny diamonds sewn into her life. They had made the potentially
   1.131 +painful time during Syaoran’s absence a joyous part of her life. 
   1.132 +	The older Sakura blushed as she watched Tomoyo gently placing a
   1.133 +flower in her short auburn hair, her fingers caressing her ear.
   1.134 +Sakura remembered that vividly, Tomoyo’s delicate touch burned into
   1.135 +her senses. She could still feel it even now, soft fingers running
   1.136 +through her hair and gently tracing her ear. Sakura shuddered at the
   1.137 +strength of the memory. It was as if she was the younger Sakura,
   1.138 +leaning against her gorgeous dark haired friend. She crept forward,
   1.139 +her eyes never leaving the two girls from years long past. This whole
   1.140 +memory played out exactly as she remembered it. Well, with one
   1.141 +noticeable exception. Cute and blossoming Tomoyo once again had long,
   1.142 +glimmering angel wings. They sparkled like thousands of energetic
   1.143 +fireflies, shifting behind her elegantly in the night breeze. Sakura
   1.144 +knelt behind the two girls, watching them eagerly as they sat
   1.145 +together, bathed in moonlight and warm feelings that washed over them
   1.146 +like an ocean current. Not to her surprise, her younger self had a
   1.147 +scarlet blush across her cheeks as Tomoyo’s fingers played with her
   1.148 +ear. It had been a wonderful escape, that night. They had been lost
   1.149 +in each other. Sakura had forgotten all of her cares, all of her
   1.150 +worries as Tomoyo’s sweet and loving presence had almost a hypnotic
   1.151 +affect on her. Even now, Sakura felt her cheeks warm at the memory.
   1.152 +How long had they spent out there that night? It had been late, the
   1.153 +festival long finished when the two had finally shaken the trance
   1.154 +that settled over them and had gone home. 
   1.155 +	Even now, Sakura could remember that sweet caress. She could feel
   1.156 +Tomoyo’s light but sensuous touch gently following the curves of her
   1.157 +face. It took her a moment to realize that it wasn’t just memory, but
   1.158 +that the delicate angel was tracing her face in her smaller hands.
   1.159 +She blushed deeply as she watched the younger Tomoyo smile her
   1.160 +trademark smile, both pale hands resting on the older Sakura’s
   1.161 +cheeks. “Tomoyo-chan...” Sakura whispered quietly, as if afraid she
   1.162 +would awaken her younger self from her near trance. She had
   1.163 +remembered that one of the few thoughts that had gone through her
   1.164 +head that night had seemed entirely nonsensical. As they sat together
   1.165 +in an all encompassing silence, lost to each other, Sakura had
   1.166 +wondered if Tomoyo was going to kiss her. She had almost asked the
   1.167 +other girl that same question, but had been too embarrassed to say
   1.168 +anything. Besides, why would Tomoyo do such a thing? But now Sakura
   1.169 +found that same thought running through her mind as she watched the
   1.170 +younger angel before her, soft palms pressed against her cheeks. She
   1.171 +could smell Tomoyo’s intoxicating lavender scent that had entranced
   1.172 +her that night, holding her spellbound in a way her magic was
   1.173 +incapable of. 
   1.174 +	Tomoyo giggled softly as she watched the bewildered look on
   1.175 +Sakura’s face. “If my darling Sakura-chan wants a kiss, she only
   1.176 +needs but ask for one,” her soft voice sang out like a charming song.
   1.177 +The older woman’s blush deepened considerably, which only seemed to
   1.178 +further the warm smile on Tomoyo’s face. The ethereal ghost’s fingers
   1.179 +ran up her cheeks and through Sakura’s still short auburn hair,
   1.180 +brushing through her soft strands. Sakura didn’t realize she was
   1.181 +holding her breath until the gentle spirit's fingers began to trace
   1.182 +the curves of her ears. “I always liked your ears, Sakura-chan. They
   1.183 +were always so adorable. Just like you.”
   1.184 +	Taking a quick gasp of air, Sakura felt as if she were drowning in
   1.185 +the deep blue pools of Tomoyo’s eyes. She certainly didn’t remember
   1.186 +this part of that night, no matter how romantic it had been. Their
   1.187 +first kiss had not been with a thirteen year old Tomoyo, but an
   1.188 +eighteen year old Tomoyo back in Hong Kong not that long ago. But the
   1.189 +delightfully sweet apparition didn’t seem to plan on playing her
   1.190 +allotted part in these memories, changing the script as she pleased.
   1.191 +Tomoyo’s words burned through her mind like chain lightening, blazing
   1.192 +forth even in the darkness. To her surprise, Sakura found herself
   1.193 +nodding slowly, her cheeks a bright stripe of crimson. Even as this
   1.194 +younger angel, Tomoyo did an excellent job of embarrassing her.
   1.195 +“Un... I want to kiss you, Tomoyo-chan..” she whispered above the
   1.196 +soft rustle of the trees. Her own younger self sat silently next to
   1.197 +Tomoyo, the wind playing with her hair as the angelic Tomoyo
   1.198 +continued to play with the older Sakura’s ears. 
   1.199 +	Smiling serenely, Tomoyo leaned forwards, her wings spreading out
   1.200 +behind her in all of their glorious wingspan. Her smaller, soft lips
   1.201 +pressed against Sakura’s like freshly fallen cherry blossoms. Her
   1.202 +pale hands continued to trail through Sakura’s hair lovingly. The
   1.203 +long sleeves of her kimono fell against Sakura’s shoulders,
   1.204 +blanketing the pajama top in the expensive cloth. Her dark hair, done
   1.205 +up in two buns on top of her head, fell luxuriously past her own
   1.206 +small shoulders as Sakura’s fingers undid the delicate hairstyle. The
   1.207 +dark hair fell about her like streaks of midnight, draping Tomoyo
   1.208 +like a second garment. 
   1.209 +	Sakura kissed the angelic Tomoyo back with all of the passion that
   1.210 +she wished she could have kissed Tomoyo with on that same night years
   1.211 +ago. It felt a little differently from her recent kisses with Tomoyo,
   1.212 +but it was still deliciously Tomoyo. There was that same gentle, slow
   1.213 +feeling to it as the dark haired angel kissed her back. It was so
   1.214 +different from Syaoran’s brusque kissing style. It was so drawn out,
   1.215 +as if Tomoyo wished to savor every possible second, drawing it into
   1.216 +something very near heavenly bliss. Sakura held the younger girl
   1.217 +tightly as they continued to kiss in the moonlight, her hands on
   1.218 +Tomoyo’s slender shoulders. The soft fabric yielded to her fingers,
   1.219 +her fingertips pressing against the soft flesh underneath. The fabric
   1.220 +seemed to give more as Sakura’s lips brushed again against Tomoyo’s
   1.221 +feathery kisses. Then the soft lips seemed to tickle her own lips.
   1.222 +Sakura’s eyes blinked lazily open as the dark haired girl disappeared
   1.223 +in a flutter of feathers, blinding her in a storm of the iridescent
   1.224 +objects. “Tomoyo-chan!” Sakura called out, struggling to her feet as
   1.225 +she hurried through the glittering feathers. Her heart pounded as she
   1.226 +gazed desperately for her elegant specter. 
   1.227 +	She was on a bridge, with sounds far in the distance, but she
   1.228 +couldn’t make them out. Her eyes finally landed on Tomoyo who was
   1.229 +standing on the edge of the bridge, holding tightly to her cell
   1.230 +phone. The memory came back slowly to Sakura. “Illusion... So that
   1.231 +means younger me is in the water. And Illusion is pretending to by my
   1.232 +mother.”
   1.233 +	“Sakura-chan!” Tomoyo cried out, her eyes widening as she heard the
   1.234 +Cardcaptor struggling for breath underwater. She ran to the railing,
   1.235 +getting her leg over the side, her dark hair trailing behind her in
   1.236 +the night’s breeze.
   1.237 +	Sakura had never seen this side of things before. She had been
   1.238 +underwater at the time, passing out from inhaling too much water. She
   1.239 +never knew that her pale friend had tried to rescue her. It had never
   1.240 +crossed her mind. Tomoyo couldn’t swim and still hadn’t learnt how
   1.241 +even in Sakura’s time, yet the delicate little heiress had been ready
   1.242 +to jump in after Sakura even then. Sakura yanked her small, delicate
   1.243 +friend away from the edge, her heart pounding in her chest as she
   1.244 +held the ten year old Tomoyo. Her fingers brushed down the ruffled
   1.245 +feathers of Tomoyo’s angel wings, the one constant in this trip
   1.246 +through her memories. Yukito leapt over the bridge railing seconds
   1.247 +later, and if Sakura remembered correctly, she would wake up at his
   1.248 +house to hear that Tomoyo had been worried about her. But she would
   1.249 +never discover that the dark haired girl had been about to follow her
   1.250 +to the depths. The sheer selflessness of the young girl’s act
   1.251 +startled Sakura. Tomoyo hadn’t waited before getting ready to jump in
   1.252 +after Sakura, hadn’t paused to worry about her inability to swim. If
   1.253 +Yukito hadn’t jumped in before Tomoyo, Tomoyo would have quickly
   1.254 +joined her. Sakura simply held the younger girl, fingers trailing
   1.255 +over satin soft feathers. “Tomoyo-chan...” she whispered, unsure of
   1.256 +what to say.
   1.257 +	“My life’s nothing without you, Sakura-chan. I would do anything
   1.258 +for you. I didn’t know if I could save you, but I knew I had to try,
   1.259 +even if I would have drowned,” Tomoyo explained, looking up at the
   1.260 +older girl. A small, beautiful smile appeared on her lips. “Besides,
   1.261 +you saved me countless times. I’m still happy you saved me in Hong
   1.262 +Kong instead of everyone else. I thought that was very romantic, like
   1.263 +my very own Prince Charming come to the rescue,” her gentle voice
   1.264 +said happily. 
   1.265 +	“Oh, Tomoyo-chan...” Sakura whispered, hugging the younger girl.
   1.266 +She felt a vague blush creeping on her cheeks. Tomoyo had always been
   1.267 +such a cute girl, always saying such embarrassing things to her. That
   1.268 +had never changed about her eccentric friend and for that she was
   1.269 +happy. Even if it embarrassed Sakura, it warmed her heart to hear.
   1.270 +This dark haired girl had given so much to her, always sweetly
   1.271 +supportive by her side. In all of her memories, she could remember
   1.272 +the young heiress behind her, gently pushing Sakura to give
   1.273 +everything her all, from Card capturing to love to school work. Like
   1.274 +a loving mother, she had been their to bolster Sakura’s heart, to
   1.275 +give her a lap to cry on, and an ear to turn to when she needed
   1.276 +advice. She could see why Sonomi said that Tomoyo was a lot like
   1.277 +Nadeshiko. But there was something far deeper than just that.
   1.278 +Tomoyo’s love and support bathed Sakura’s soul in a brilliant light,
   1.279 +giving Sakura the energy to tackle whatever got in her way. With the
   1.280 +exception of ghosts. But even then, Tomoyo was her ghost buster,
   1.281 +protecting her from the shadows and whatever lay in their depths. She
   1.282 +still remembered Tomoyo pulling a sheet off of her teacher when he
   1.283 +had tried to scare her in a cave. And another time when Tomoyo hadn’t
   1.284 +told her about a ghost at the school for fear of worrying her. And
   1.285 +who knew how many times Sakura had gripped onto the pale girl for
   1.286 +dear life at the thought of ghosts while Tomoyo merely smiled and
   1.287 +comforted her. Sakura had to wonder if perhaps Tomoyo was the Prince
   1.288 +Charming. Tomoyo was everything for Sakura, her all encompassing love
   1.289 +something that Sakura knew she couldn’t live without any longer. Even
   1.290 +if Tomoyo loved another, Sakura merely wanted the opportunity to love
   1.291 +her gentle and giving friend. 
   1.292 +	But before Sakura could voice her spiderweb of thoughts to the
   1.293 +young angel in her grasp, Tomoyo disappeared once again in a flurry
   1.294 +of feathers and light. Sakura sighed, not wanting to lose her grasp
   1.295 +on Tomoyo again. Without a look back at the last memory, Sakura
   1.296 +hurried headlong into the storm of feathers, once again seeking out
   1.297 +the pretty heiress. 
   1.298 +	And she found herself in a hallway. Sakura glanced one way and the
   1.299 +other, trying to figure out where she was. It was a very nice
   1.300 +hallway, if that said anything. Then it struck her with all the
   1.301 +suddenness of the shot at the beginning of a race. This was where she
   1.302 +had gotten married. This hadn’t been more than half a year earlier.
   1.303 +Sakura took a moment to catch her bearings before pushing open the
   1.304 +door that she hoped was her own. She sighed with relief as she saw
   1.305 +herself in the enrapturing wedding dress that Tomoyo had designed for
   1.306 +her. Tomoyo was kneeling in front of her, slowly pulling a lacy white
   1.307 +stocking up along Sakura’s long bare leg. Sakura would have been
   1.308 +blushing terribly at the act by her friend, but Tomoyo had been
   1.309 +helping her dress in her costumes for so many years that it was
   1.310 +second nature. Of course the fact that Tomoyo had designed everything
   1.311 +right down to the white lace panties had been a bit embarrassing at
   1.312 +first. But there had been other, more pressing issues on the
   1.313 +Cardmistress’s mind, like her own impending marriage. 
   1.314 +	“I can’t believe it’s today, Tomoyo-chan. It’s all so sudden. I
   1.315 +didn’t think it would happen so quickly. Hoe...” The only slightly
   1.316 +younger Sakura clasped her hands nervously as she looked down at her
   1.317 +prettily dressed dark haired friend. Tomoyo wore an elegant white
   1.318 +dress of her own, though it in no way matched the spectacular garment
   1.319 +Sakura wore. It looked like it had come out of a dream, and it had.
   1.320 +Tomoyo’s dreams. Tomoyo had made Sakura promise many years ago to let
   1.321 +her make her wedding dress when the day finally came. Sakura had
   1.322 +agreed nervously, having been rather embarrassed at the mention of
   1.323 +marriage at the time. Tomoyo had been simply delighted and Sakura
   1.324 +couldn’t have asked for a prettier wedding dress. It had been
   1.325 +Tomoyo’s last complete design for Sakura.
   1.326 +	The observing Sakura smiled a bit to herself. The wedding dress was
   1.327 +no longer Tomoyo’s final costume for her. Sakura had finished
   1.328 +Tomoyo’s unfinished costume just a short time before. She had pricked
   1.329 +her fingers enough while working on the costume, but it had been
   1.330 +worth it to work on the beautiful garment, to seal it with stitches
   1.331 +from the both of them. Her friend had such an artistic eye, and it
   1.332 +showed through in everything she did. From her costumes to her
   1.333 +videotape editing, her singing, and even down to her declarations
   1.334 +about Sakura herself, she was an ardent admirer of such beauty,
   1.335 +Sakura’s in particular.
   1.336 +	The slightly distracted Cardmistress watched Tomoyo helping her
   1.337 +ever so slightly younger self dress. She noticed that Tomoyo’s wings
   1.338 +were jet black this time, like the large and shadowy wings of a
   1.339 +raven. The wings accented the gorgeous woman’s pale features
   1.340 +perfectly, Tomoyo’s high ponytail falling just above the wings. The
   1.341 +engaged Sakura seemed to take no notice of the wings, acting exactly
   1.342 +according to the script of Sakura’s memories.
   1.343 +	“Sakura-chan shouldn’t worry so much. This is supposed to be the
   1.344 +most beautiful day of your life.” Tomoyo placed a hand on her own
   1.345 +cheek as if to emphasize the point. “You’ve known Li-kun ever since
   1.346 +you were ten years old. I was wondering when he would finally ask you
   1.347 +to be his gorgeous, blushing bride.” Tomoyo’s gentle fingers followed
   1.348 +along Sakura’s strong, smooth legs as she helped Sakura into her
   1.349 +thigh high stockings. Her fingers ducked under the lace as they
   1.350 +finished adjusting the delicate cloth. Tomoyo sat back with a soft
   1.351 +sigh, looking up at her stunning friend. Her eyes sparkled as she
   1.352 +looked up at her. Tears of happiness and sorrow mingled in her eyes
   1.353 +like raindrops ready to fall from deep, dark storm clouds. 
   1.354 +	Holding her long white dress, Sakura sweatdropped at the attention
   1.355 +Tomoyo lathered on her. It managed to soothe her shaken insides. “How
   1.356 +do I look, Tomoyo-chan?” she asked tentatively.
   1.357 +	Tomoyo smiled brightly, her angel wings fluttering softly behind
   1.358 +her. “You look gorgeous, Sakura-chan. You look like my very
   1.359 +definition of beauty. To be married to Sakura-chan must be a dream
   1.360 +come true. Li-kun will wonder how life was breathed into his sweetest
   1.361 +dreams.” Her angelic voice was soft, almost like a prayer. Her dark
   1.362 +eyes never left the dazzling brunette who stood before her. 
   1.363 +	The pajama clad Sakura felt a little out of place compared to her
   1.364 +ornately decorated counterpart, but she forged forward, her heart
   1.365 +surging at the sight of her pale angel again. Her own heart had been
   1.366 +so confused, so flustered on her wedding day. Tomoyo had soothed her
   1.367 +frayed and nervous heart. Just like always, the dark haired woman had
   1.368 +been there to help her when she herself wasn’t strong enough. She was
   1.369 +braver with Tomoyo, she was more energetic with Tomoyo, she was
   1.370 +better because of Tomoyo. Sakura knelt behind the sitting angel, her
   1.371 +arms wrapping around her waist. The Mistress of the Cards rested her
   1.372 +head on Tomoyo’s back, Tomoyo’s long black wings pressing against her
   1.373 +body. “Tomoyo-chan...”
   1.374 +	“Sakura-chan...” The dark haired woman whispered softly, leaning
   1.375 +back into the brunette. 
   1.376 +	“I love you, my sweet angel,” Sakura murmured against Tomoyo’s
   1.377 +back. As Tomoyo had wished in their conversation not too long before,
   1.378 +Sakura was indeed surrounded by beautiful angels. Beautiful, lavender
   1.379 +haired angels. As she held onto her beautiful best friend, Sakura
   1.380 +continued to dream.
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