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1.1 --- /dev/null Thu Jan 01 00:00:00 1970 +0000 1.2 +++ b/old/stories/tomoyofirst.txt Fri Feb 19 20:53:12 2010 -0500 1.3 @@ -0,0 +1,260 @@ 1.4 +First Date 1.5 +A Tomoyo and Sakura story 1.6 +by G. P. 1.7 + 1.8 +Comments can be sent to the author at: treeandleaf2002@yahoo.com 1.9 + 1.10 +Note: This story is s part of a series, but does not have to be read 1.11 +consecutively. The first story was, "Love is the Crooked Thing". 1.12 + 1.13 + 1.14 +That first night Sakura only just barely got to sleep before the sun 1.15 +rose. Thank goodness for Sundays with nothing to do! But sleep ended 1.16 +early with pounding at the door and a terrible voice bellowing, 1.17 +"Monster! Phone call!" 1.18 + 1.19 +"Ehhhhhh.....?" 1.20 + 1.21 +Sakura staggered out of bed, blinking blearily at the alarm clock. 1.22 + 1.23 +"Hoooeeeeee! I'm late!" In a mad dash, Sakura threw on her uniform 1.24 +and rushed down the stairs to breakfast. Except, instead of a hot, 1.25 +steaming meal, there was an empty table. There sat her dreadful 1.26 +brother, calmly sipping coffee. Sakura shot a glance at the schedule 1.27 +board, nervously thinking, 1.28 + 1.29 +"Was I supposed to make breakfast?" 1.30 + 1.31 +No, there was Oniichan's name, grrrrrrrr....in a furious windmill of 1.32 +arms and fists, Sakura roared towards her brother, who kept her at 1.33 +arm’s length while regarding her with amused detachment. 1.34 + 1.35 +"Where's my breakfast I'm late for school why didn't you wake me up 1.36 +if only I was bigger than you...." 1.37 + 1.38 +Touya interrupted her with practiced ease, "Fridge, Sunday, you're 1.39 +not, phone." Sakura froze in mid-flurry, staring at the phone. With a 1.40 +sheepish look, she picked it up, 1.41 + 1.42 +"Sakura here". 1.43 + 1.44 +"Ohayo, Sakura-chan" The sweet, musical voice of her best friend. 1.45 + 1.46 +"Ohayo, Tomoyo-chan!" A pause, and then she remembered- remembered 1.47 +it all: The fortune telling, the maze, the song, Tomoyo....the kiss. 1.48 +Sakura felt a crimson blush on her neck and cheek, as she stood 1.49 +dumbstruck with her mouth open. 1.50 + 1.51 +"I thought we might go on a picnic to the park today? Would you like 1.52 +to go, or are you busy with schoolwork and chores?" Tomoyo's bright 1.53 +and sunny voice only made the blush deepen. 1.54 + 1.55 +"H-h-h-h-hai", Sakura managed to stutter out. 1.56 + 1.57 +"I'll make o-bento. Shall I be there in an hour?" 1.58 + 1.59 +"H-h-h-h-hai" 1.60 + 1.61 +"Bye-bye, I'll see you soon!" 1.62 + 1.63 +"H-h-h-h-hai", replied Sakura to the dial tone. Slowly she put down 1.64 +the phone, closed her mouth, and stared at the floor. Just what had 1.65 +happened the night before? Was it a dream, or had she really *sweat 1.66 +drop* confessed her love to Tomoyo-chan? She staggered back to the 1.67 +bedroom, her mind all awhirl… 1.68 + 1.69 +Mechanically Sakura changed out of her uniform and into a yellow 1.70 +blouse and a pleated, light brown skirt. Brushing her red-auburn 1.71 +hair, she struggled to remember. Finally, she plopped on the bed with 1.72 +a sigh and stared at the ceiling until she heard the knocking down 1.73 +below. She rushed down the stairs, beating her brother to the 1.74 +hallway. Nervously she reached for the handle, turned it, and opened 1.75 +the door. There, smiling as always, stood Tomoyo. Dressed in a 1.76 +beautiful, be-ribboned white dress with red trim, picnic basket in 1.77 +hand, Tomoyo bowed and sang out, 1.78 + 1.79 +"Ohayo, Sakura-chan". 1.80 + 1.81 +"Ohayo, Tomoyo-chan. Oniichan, I'm going to the park with Tomoyo- 1.82 +chan". 1.83 + 1.84 +"Don't forget you're cooking dinner tonight- something better than 1.85 +last time, I hope", came the laconic reply. 1.86 + 1.87 +Tomoyo covered the giggle with a white glove as Sakura gritted her 1.88 +teeth in impotent rage. Remembering Tomoyo, she suddenly put her hand 1.89 +behind her neck and laughed, 1.90 + 1.91 +"Ha-ha-ha...um, should we go now?" 1.92 + 1.93 +Tomoyo nodded happily, and the two friends slipped out the door. 1.94 + 1.95 +Wordlessly the pair walked to the park, Tomoyo glancing up at the 1.96 +occasional cloud and twittering bird, Sakura staring at the sidewalk, 1.97 +deep in thought. The day was bright and alive, with a cool breeze 1.98 +that whispered of the end of summer. At last they entered the park, 1.99 +where Tomoyo broke the silence, 1.100 + 1.101 +"Would you like to eat by the lake? I know a quiet spot under the 1.102 +trees" 1.103 + 1.104 +"Yes", nodded Sakura, a little too vigorously. 1.105 + 1.106 +Tomoyo opened one of the picnic basket lids and took out a 1.107 +delicately folded orange and brown cloth, decorated with a maple leaf 1.108 +and pumpkin print. With easy grace she spread the cloth on the grass, 1.109 +placed the basket to one side, and sat, legs tucked demurely 1.110 +underneath her. Sakura dropped down quickly, looking at her hands in 1.111 +embarrassment, finally holding them tightly in her lap. She was aware 1.112 +of Tomoyo's lavender eyes regarding her with measured care. Never had 1.113 +Sakura felt so ill at ease with her best friend. Her mind continually 1.114 +wandered to the previous night, or rather, to what she thought she 1.115 +remembered of it. Tomoyo looked on in concern as she set the table 1.116 +with beautiful little white China plates, and delicately filigreed 1.117 +Western silverware. Finally, she smiled and whispered, 1.118 + 1.119 +"Sakura-chan, are you all right?" 1.120 + 1.121 +Sakura didn't know what to say, so she blushed instead. She had 1.122 +always liked Tomoyo as her best, most special friend. The dark-haired 1.123 +girl was always there for her, someone to talk to, to share 1.124 +adventures with, and to ask for help and advice. For the past month, 1.125 +since learning about Yue, Sakura had been battered by a storm of 1.126 +emotions. Finally, after reading the Clow Cards, she had followed the 1.127 +maze deep within her own heart and, to her surprise and joy, had 1.128 +found Tomoyo within. And last night, they had shared a kiss- a 1.129 +lover's kiss. Her heart burned and ached with the thought of it, her 1.130 +very first. 1.131 + 1.132 +But what if it was not the same for Tomoyo? Had Sakura presumed too 1.133 +much? Had she rushed in unbidden and unwelcome? Had she taken from 1.134 +her friend what Tomoyo had been too startled or kind to refuse? She 1.135 +knew now that her friend had professed love a year ago, though Sakura 1.136 +was too dense to have known it then. Only in the past day had she 1.137 +realized what Tomoyo had tried to tell her. And only now did she know 1.138 +her own heart, overflowing with a fierce, ecstatic love for her 1.139 +friend. 1.140 + 1.141 +But what if Tomoyo had changed? What if her love, unrequited for so 1.142 +long, had grown old and faded? What if she loved someone else, still 1.143 +treasuring Sakura as a friend, as someone she liked...but not like 1.144 +that. The auburn-haired girl felt her stomach knot at the very 1.145 +thought. Tomoyo, ever and always kind, would be loath to say that her 1.146 +love was no more. Had she realized Tomoyo's feelings, and her own, 1.147 +too late? Oh, what if she had missed her chance for Tomoyo's love, 1.148 +forever? Sakura clenched her fists tightly, and felt her body tremble 1.149 +with each halting sob. 1.150 + 1.151 +Tomoyo looked at her friend in silent agony. Sakura's pain tore at 1.152 +her heart. Nothing was worth this, nothing. She was certain now that 1.153 +Sakura had come to regret her words of last night, but did not know 1.154 +how to take them back gracefully. Gently, Tomoyo took her friend's 1.155 +hands in her own and spoke in an even voice, 1.156 + 1.157 +"Sakura-chan...Sakura-chan" 1.158 + 1.159 +The Mistress of the Cards turned her tear-stained face away, trying 1.160 +to yank her hands from Tomoyo. But the dark-haired girl had strong, 1.161 +nimble fingers from countless hours of sewing, and held on with a 1.162 +vise-like grip. 1.163 + 1.164 +"Sakura-chan, please look at me". When the wet, shimmering green 1.165 +eyes turned to her, Tomoyo nearly stumbled. It had taken hours of 1.166 +torment to fashion the words, and now she hesitated. Had she lived a 1.167 +hundred lifetimes, she never, ever would have thought she could say 1.168 +this. How easy it would be to quietly live her life with Sakura's 1.169 +sweet words ever in her ear, even if she no longer meant them. But 1.170 +what she was going to say now was right, and Tomoyo knew it. 1.171 +Composing herself with the greatest difficulty, she smiled and spoke 1.172 +in a calm, even tone, 1.173 + 1.174 +"Sakura-chan, I wanted to speak with you today. I wanted to tell you 1.175 +something, about what you said to me last night". Sakura sat 1.176 +motionless, like a fragile crystal statue. Tomoyo took a deep breath, 1.177 +and continued, 1.178 + 1.179 +"Sakura-chan, if you did not...really mean what you said last night, 1.180 +it's all right. I will always like you as a friend, no matter what. I 1.181 +want you to know that". 1.182 + 1.183 +Inside her, a voice screamed, "Liar!" It's all right? If Sakura 1.184 +really did not mean what she had said, if she had said, "I love you" 1.185 +out of pity, or kindness, or confusion, it was not "all right"- it 1.186 +was a black agony that Tomoyo dared not face. But better that than 1.187 +her friend, no, her one, true love, should be bound by words she did 1.188 +not mean. Breathing deeply, unburdened by the words that were so hard 1.189 +to speak, Tomoyo looked with a start at Sakura's reaction. Like some 1.190 +terrified animal, Sakura was slowly shaking her head back and forth, 1.191 +a look of utter terror upon her. 1.192 + 1.193 +Sakura's ashen face reflected her worst fear: that Tomoyo was gently 1.194 +trying to untie the tangled knot that bound them. She was nearly 1.195 +certain that Tomoyo no longer loved her, but was too kind to hurt her 1.196 +by saying so. Never had she felt such a hopeless despair. She knew 1.197 +she should let it all go, and walk away for Tomoyo's sake. But she 1.198 +could not. Her overpowering love forced her to speak the words she 1.199 +knew were wrong. Choking back a sob, Sakura blurted out, 1.200 + 1.201 +"Don't you...Tomoyo-chan, don't you love me?" 1.202 + 1.203 +Stunned, Tomoyo stared into Sakura's frantic eyes, felt hands 1.204 +painfully gripping her own, nails digging into her palms. This was 1.205 +not at all what she expected. Now, dancing on the precipice, she felt 1.206 +a breathless, suspended hush, as though all the cosmos listened for 1.207 +her reply. For the first time she sensed the presence of the Clow 1.208 +Cards, watching her and waiting. Blinking back the tears, she gazed 1.209 +into Sakura's emerald eyes and drew a deep, steady breath. She knew 1.210 +she could never lie, even if it was the right thing, even if it was 1.211 +for her beloved's sake. Carefully taking her hand away, she gently 1.212 +brushed back the girl's auburn hair, and tenderly caressed the pale, 1.213 +teary cheeks. With a sweet, soothing voice, Tomoyo spoke, 1.214 + 1.215 +"Sakura-chan, I loved you when I first saw you, love you now more 1.216 +than words can tell, and will always love you, and only you, forever 1.217 +and ever. I was never so happy as when you said you loved me, and 1.218 +never so afraid as when I thought it might not be true. I was 1.219 +worried that you might have regretted what you said last night. I 1.220 +didn't want you to suffer for my sake, for the sake of my love for 1.221 +you". 1.222 + 1.223 +Crying again, Sakura buried her face in Tomoyo's chest and sobbed on 1.224 +the soft, white of her dress, 1.225 + 1.226 +“Tomoyo-chan, I love you! I..I didn’t think you loved me anymore…I 1.227 +didn’t think…” She broke down, weeping incoherently. 1.228 + 1.229 +With soft, loving strokes, Tomoyo smoothed the girl's beautiful 1.230 +hair, touched by fire from the afternoon sun. Nestled in Tomoyo's 1.231 +black-gray tresses, Sakura remembered crying like this before, 1.232 +remembered the comforting solace of her mother's bosom. She hugged 1.233 +her friend fiercely at the memory, 1.234 + 1.235 +Looking down at the trembling, vulnerable girl, Tomoyo felt a sweet, 1.236 +painful ache wash over her. She knew now that Sakura truly loved her, 1.237 +and that her love was freely given. Tomoyo felt a deep, glowing 1.238 +peace. Despite the terrible fear of losing Sakura's newly found love, 1.239 +she had been honest and fair. It seemed odd that as the Cards had 1.240 +tested their Mistress, so too was she tested by Sakura's love. Last 1.241 +night was like a fairy tale, where her dearest wish had magically 1.242 +come true. Today, like a story from long ago, she was tested by a 1.243 +dark, terrible riddle: to take Sakura in silence, or speak, and risk 1.244 +losing her forever. Tomoyo spoke, and now, in a miraculous, unlooked 1.245 +for happy ending, she cradled the beautiful princess in her arms. Her 1.246 +falling tears glistened in Sakura’s hair. 1.247 + 1.248 +Tomoyo softly sang her Mother's favorite lullaby, gently rocking her 1.249 +exhausted friend to sleep. Sakura dreamed of lavender-eyed angels in 1.250 +glowing robes, dark tresses swirling as they floated slowly to Earth. 1.251 +Tomoyo too grew drowsy in the afternoon sun as the song worked its 1.252 +maternal magic. Dark lashes fluttering, she closed her eyes and soon 1.253 +fell asleep in Sakura's arms. 1.254 + 1.255 +There Sonomi found them, bathed in the orange-purple of the setting 1.256 +sun. Hearing the song, her song, as she jogged through the park, she 1.257 +came upon them, like two angels fallen to Earth. She stood and 1.258 +stared, marveling at the fairy spirits entwinned in sleep. The 1.259 +evening wind seemed to whisper the voice of Nadesico, soft and sweet 1.260 +and approving. Finally she roused them from blissful slumber, 1.261 +giggling to herself as they stretched and smiled and blinked 1.262 +themselves awake. Laughing and singing, her loneliness forgotten, 1.263 +Sonomi led the two girls home. 1.264 \ No newline at end of file