Hello! ^-^ This is a CCS fic set an indefinite amount of time in the

 future. All 

 characters are copyright CLAMP except for Bara-chan. I really hope

 you enjoy 

 the fic. ^-^ Please tell me what you think if you get the chance.

 

 

 

 Final Heaven

 by Amazoness Duo

 amazonessduo@hotmail.com

 

 

 

 	“Tomoyo-chan...”

 	“But Sakura-chan like’s pink,” Tomoyo chides gently, as if reminding 

 me of something I had forgotten. I just blush fiercely in response.

 She’s always 

 had this affect on me, from when we were young girls. She has a way

 of getting 

 me to go along with whatever it is she thinks. Yes, I do like pink.

 And I trust 

 Tomoyo-chan’s judgement with things like that. I mean, she probably

 knows me 

 better than I do. But the cloth is so ethereal. It almost sparkles

 in her hands. And 

 I can see right through it. After all these years, I know what she

 must be 

 thinking. Tomoyo-chan has a dirty mind. These days she makes almost

 all of my 

 clothes. But I can only think of one place where I’d wear something

 made out of 

 that. And it probably wouldn’t stay on for long at that. 

 	Hoe... I’m blushing even deeper now. And she knows it. Sometimes I 

 think she can read my mind. I wouldn’t be surprised. She seems to be

 able to 

 pick up on everything. It’s her own kind of magic. I have no idea

 how she 

 knows so much. But that really doesn’t help me right now because

 that just 

 makes it even more embarrassing. And I know she’ll get me to wear

 whatever 

 she’ll make from that cloth, too. 

 	“Tomoyo-chan...” I say again, helplessly. I know it won’t change 

 anything. I’ve known her far too long to think that. I’m just no

 good at arguing 

 anything with her. She has this sweet way of always getting me to go

 along with 

 what she has in mind. She always seems to know what she’s doing. And

 with 

 her soft voice and her pretty blue eyes, she can be so persuasive.

 It’s like with 

 her costumes. I can’t help going along with her when she looks so

 determined. 

 	Tomoyo pauses for a moment, her stormy blue eyes closed. She looks 

 so deep in thought. It takes me a moment before I realize that I’m

 leaning closer, 

 curiously. I sweatdrop and stand back up, still watching her. What

 could she be 

 thinking? Her eyes flutter open, locking with mine. “Even Bara-chan

 likes it. 

 She’s kicking for you, Sakura.” She smiles that sweet, loving smile

 that she’s 

 been showering on me since I was young. I smile back excitedly,

 feeling a thrill 

 shoot through me. 

 	“She is? Really?!” I ask anxiously, my body wanting to go in

 different 

 directions all at once. Tomoyo-chan takes my hand gently and places

 it on the 

 growing swell of her stomach. She’s right. I can feel our little

 daughter kicking 

 inside of her. I can’t contain myself at that. It’s just so...

 right. My blush fades 

 quickly, my mind focussing on our daughter. Our daughter. The symbol

 of our 

 love. Well, that miracle took a little push from my magic, but she’s

 still our 

 daughter. I blush again at Tomoyo’s loving gaze and return it,

 smiling happily at 

 my wife. Oh, my knees are feeling week. This whole thing is just...

 hanyaa. I 

 almost lunge forward at the growing warmth in my heart, hugging my

 very 

 pregnant best friend as tightly as I can. 

 	“I love you, Sakura-chan,” she says in that gentle, sweet voice of

 hers. 

 It sounds like she’s singing to me. I always feel so happy when I

 hear her say 

 that. I always have. I just didn’t always understand them. But now I

 do.

 	“I love you, too,” I say, pouring my whole heart into those few

 words. 

 

 	I think the baby is finally resting. She has so much energy. Just

 like her 

 mother. I can’t wait to see her. I have to wonder if she’ll take

 more after me or 

 Sakura-chan. I took a lot after Sakura’s mother and she took a lot

 after mine, 

 which is a little strange if you don’t realize how much the cousins

 missed each 

 other. So we were there way of remembering each other. But it

 doesn’t matter to 

 me who Bara-chan looks like or which of us she takes after. I’m very

 happy to 

 know that she’s our daughter. I’ll be happy as long as Sakura-chan

 and I can 

 raise her together. I’m sure she’ll grow up to be a remarkable girl.

 Just like her 

 mother. 

 	I continue to sing softly to the unborn child within me. I want her

 to 

 feel safe, to feel loved. So I’ll continue singing to her, hoping

 that she can hear 

 me somewhere in there. I want her to know how happy I am to be

 carrying her, 

 our sweet daughter. To have something that’s ours, the product of my

 love for 

 Sakura and hers for me, grow and develop inside of me. It’s a

 wonderful feeling. 

 I have to admit that I never really thought about it much before. I

 just never 

 thought I would wind up pregnant. I know mother was lonely when she

 had me 

 and that I helped alleviate some of that, but I never thought that

 I’d wind up 

 having a child of my own. That she could be Sakura’s. So despite the

 morning 

 sickness and the mood swings and all of the doctor’s appointments,

 I’m 

 deliriously happy to be having her. 

 	My hands rest on my stomach as I whisper soothingly to my baby girl. 

 “I think you’ll like it here, Bara-chan. Sometimes it can be a

 little cold and a 

 little lonely, but there is such beauty out there if you can only

 find it. And it will 

 capture your entire soul. It’s breathtaking to behold. That

 something so perfect 

 can exist is almost unbelievable. Please look for the beauty that’s

 out there, 

 Bara-chan. I think you’ll be surprised. Especially if it looks back

 at you.” I smile 

 at the thought, my eyes falling closed for a second. I’ve been much

 too tired 

 lately. But I’m sure it’s easier for Bara to rest if I’m not busy

 running around. 

 And why follow Sakura-chan around when she can come to me? Almost as

 if on 

 cue, Sakura enters the room carrying a small bowl of soba. She looks

 so 

 adorable in the floral design apron she has on with the big, pink

 house slippers 

 on her feet. We have a chef for such things, of course, but Sakura

 insists on 

 cooking herself from time to time. Even more so lately. I can't tell

 which of us is 

 more anxious about the baby.

 	“Singing to the baby again, Tomoyo-chan?” Sakura asks with a warm 

 smile as she kneels next to the bed, blowing on the soba to cool it

 down. “She 

 must love when you do that. It’s always so pretty.”  She finally

 helps me up, 

 handing me the bowl of soba. The sparkle in her emerald eyes hasn’t

 decreased 

 in the slightest from when she was a child. In fact, sometimes it

 seems even 

 brighter these days. 

 	I smile in return, glad to have her help with anything as I lean

 back 

 against the head of the bed. “Arigato gozimasu, Sakura. I want her

 to know that 

 we’re waiting for her. And that she has much to look forward to.” I

 reach out 

 and stroke Sakura’s cheek softly. She blushes a bit but doesn’t

 avert her gaze. I 

 can see all of the love I’ve always wanted to pour into her

 reflected back at me. 

 That feeling warms me more than the soba possibly could. She takes

 the 

 chopsticks and brings a bit to my mouth. It’s still a little hot,

 but it goes down 

 well. “It’s delicious, Sakura-chan. I’m sure Bara-chan would like to

 thank you, 

 too. She must be getting hungry. And what better than a dish cooked

 with 

 Sakura’s special ingredient?”

 	Sakura giggles at that, nodding as she takes another bit of the

 soba with 

 the chopsticks and brings it back to my mouth. “A healthy dose of

 love for my 

 sweet best friend and our cute little daughter. That’s why I sent

 the chef home 

 for the day. I used to cook for my family back home a lot, even if

 it was a chore. 

 So now I want to cook for my family here.” A happy smile crosses her

 lips, 

 along with that spectacularly determined look in her eyes that I’ve

 always loved 

 seeing. When Sakura-chan finally gets her mind set on something, she

 throws 

 her whole heart into it. I’m so happy to be the focus of that

 determination now.

 	“I’d be delighted to eat Sakura’s cooking for as long as she’ll

 make it. 

 Or as long as you keep feeding it to me,” I state with another

 smile. She looks a 

 little flustered as she gets another biteful and brings it up to my

 mouth. She’s so 

 easy to embarrass. And she’s so kawaii when she blushes. I wonder if

 she knows 

 that. I’ve told her enough by now that she has to. She blushed a

 whole lot back 

 when we were dating. Whereas it doesn’t happen quite as much

 anymore, it’s 

 still easy enough to bring a flush to her cheeks. 

 	“If you say so, Tomoyo. I still think the chef is better, but I

 wanted to 

 make something for you and the baby myself. It may not be as good,

 but I feel 

 better that way.” Sakura looks so emotional as her jade eyes watch

 me on the 

 bed. I haven’t seen her this emotional since the morning of our

 wedding. And 

 that’s quite a bit for her because she’s always a rather emotional

 woman. Which 

 is one of the many, many things I love about her. I try to pick out

 all of the 

 emotions I see in her at the moment. Joy, anticipation, anxiety,

 fear, happiness, 

 contentment, wonder. All of them performing their wild dance through

 Sakura. I 

 stroke her cheek again, my fingers trailing across the silky smooth

 skin. I smile 

 up at her reassuringly, brushing back a lock of her brunette hair

 behind one cute 

 ear. I always loved her ears. They’re just so kawaii. My fingers

 linger behind her 

 left ear for a moment, her body relaxing slightly. 

 	“I love you, Sakura. I’m glad that you’d cook for the baby and me. 

 That’s so sweet of you.” I watch her for a long time, her hands

 taking one of 

 mine, giving it a squeeze. She leans down after a moment’s

 hesitation and kisses 

 me. It’s a short but entirely sweet kiss and like always, it leaves

 me a little 

 breathless with its implications. Her love is much more potent to me

 than 

 anything I’ve ever felt. It laps at my soul like gentle waves. It’s

 just the way she 

 is, a kind and gentle soul that tries so hard even when she has no

 idea what to 

 do. That determined, genki spirit of hers has always quenched my

 thirsty soul. 

 How could I not love her. My fingers slip from her cheek, but my

 eyes never 

 leave her own. 

 	“Aishiteru, Tomoyo. I’m really happy that you like it. I’ll try to

 make 

 some dessert in a bit.” Sakura scoots down across the bed as I start

 to take a few 

 bites myself. Her hands run down my pale legs before stopping at my

 feet, 

 making little swirls with her fingers before gently massaging them.

 It feels so 

 perfect, having the Card Mistress right here with me, throughout all

 of this. We 

 were trying to decide who should have the baby for a while when we

 first 

 decided we wanted one. At first, we’d thought that it should be

 Sakura-chan. 

 After all, she’s not as busy at Daidouji Toys as I usually am and it

 would be a 

 wonderful experience. But the more we thought about it, the more I

 thought that 

 I should carry our baby. It’s Sakura-chan’s magic at work, so I’d

 rather she use 

 it on me anyway. And it gives her a chance to learn more about the

 company, 

 even though mother still wants me to take it over when she retires.

 Besides all 

 that, I’m overjoyed to be able to have this experience. To feel our

 baby inside of 

 me fills me with a wonderfully indescribable feeling. It’s similar

 to the warmth 

 that I feel from Sakura. 

 	I yawn tiredly, Sakura’s nimble fingers starting to relax me more

 than 

 I’d realized. I move my foot in her hand, marveling at the feel of

 her soft fingers 

 against my skin. “I’m sure Bara-chan will love dessert. But I’d

 rather have you 

 here with me for now.” My eyes meet hers again. She crawls up along

 the bed as 

 I set the soba bowl down, her arms wrapping around me. Her head

 rests on the 

 pillow next to mine, dark gray hair right next to sweet brunette. My

 heart skips a 

 beat at having my one, True Love so close to me. It yearns for her,

 as always, 

 and so she complies, her warm heart beating next to my own.

 	“Okay, Tomoyo-chan. I’ll wait until after you fall asleep before I

 go 

 start on dessert. Just promise me you won’t come downstairs to try

 and 

 videotape me this time. You need your rest. And I’ll go pick up some

 more 

 videos to record more of the pregnancy when I go out tomorrow.”

 Sakura looks 

 thoughtful for a moment, trying to go over anything she might be

 missing in her 

 head. I disturb her thoughts with a quick kiss. 

 	“I promise, Sakura.” Her bright smile is all of the reward I need to 

 convince me to stay in bed. Gazing into those beautiful emerald

 eyes, I slowly 

 slip off to sleep, dreaming of our beautiful baby girl and my

 gorgeous wife.

 

 	“But I don’t wanna be in the play. I’ll forget my lines and

 everyone will 

 laugh.” I sigh, brushing some dark brown hair from my eyes. This is

 just awful. 

 Awful. I don’t wanna be part of some stupid play at school. Why

 can’t I just 

 help backstage where I don’t have to be out in front of everybody? I

 get stage 

 fright too easily.

 	“Bara-chan, you shouldn’t worry about that. I can help you learn

 your 

 lines if you want. And I’m certain that you’ll do perfectly well in

 the play. Your 

 mother made a spectacular prince in a play back when she was your

 age.” 

 Tomoyo-mama smiles sweetly, that same smile she always has when

 talking 

 about Sakura-mama. “It doesn’t matter if anyone laughs. I won’t. And

 I’ll be 

 videotaping the whole thing.” She kneels down next to me, forgetting

 whatever 

 it was she was sewing for the time being. Her pale hands brush my

 messy hair 

 from my eyes where it had fallen again. “And Sakura will be there,

 too. We’ll be 

 cheering for you.”

 	I smile a bit at that. Well, maybe it wouldn’t be all bad. They

 would be 

 there for the whole thing and at least I’d have help learning the

 lines. I sigh in 

 defeat. “Hai, I know. I’m just so scared about being in front of

 everyone.”

 	Tomoyo-mama smiles again, standing up. “You’ll do just fine, Bara-

 chan. How about after dinner we’ll start practicing your lines and I

 can try to 

 give you some tips on stage fright? I was in choir for years and

 Sakura was in 

 cheerleading, so maybe we can help.” She tilts my chin up so I meet

 her gaze, 

 still smiling. 

 	I nod, more hair getting in my eyes. “That sounds good, Tomoyo-

 mama. Thanks! I’ll go get my script for the play.” With an approving

 nod from 

 my mom, I dart off to my room at a slight limp. I’m still a little

 nervous about 

 the whole thing, but maybe she’s right. It can’t be all bad,

 especially if I have 

 people to do it for. And now that I’m not in dance class until my

 ankle heals, it 

 would be nice to have something to show them. It’s just so much

 easier when 

 I’m dancing. You don’t have to think about anything. You just dance.

 It doesn’t 

 matter who’s watching.  Too bad I hadn’t noticed Chisa dancing so

 close. Oh 

 well. The doctor said it should just be a few weeks until my ankle’s

 back to 

 normal. 

 	Grabbing my bookbag from my bed, I start sifting through it. It has

 to 

 be in here somewhere. Plenty of notebooks, some pictures I drew in

 class, a few 

 notes... 

 	“What are you looking for?” a voice asks from behind me. I turn 

 quickly, startled. Why does she always have to surprise me like

 that? I face my 

 mirror image for a moment and smile brightly before going back to

 searching. 

 It’s nice to see her at least. I was wondering where she’d gone off

 to. I’m a little 

 awkward at school and I’m shy so it’s hard for me to make friends.

 At least with 

 normal girls my age. Then again, I guess I’m not really normal with

 my parents. 

 The head of the Daidouji Corporation and the world’s strongest

 magician. It’s so 

 much easier to make friends with mom’s Sakura Cards. 

 	“Just the script for the play. Tomoyo-mama said we could go through

 it 

 after dinner and she could help me with it,” I explain as I finally

 find the stapled 

 together script. “Found it!”

 	My ‘twin’ looks thoughtful for a moment as she sits down next to me. 

 She has the same dark brown hair and lavender eyes that I do. She’s

 even 

 wearing my school uniform, though I changed out of that a few

 minutes ago. 

 “Oh yeah, that was today, wasn’t it? I could always go for you if

 you want. I 

 wouldn’t want you to get too nervous about it.”

 	“That’s okay, Mirror. I’d hate to disappoint Sakura-mama and 

 Tomoyo-mama if they’re going to come to it. I could use the help

 going over my 

 lines for the next few days, though,” I explain, sitting on my bed.

 She sits next to 

 me after a moment. The only real difference in her appearance is

 that she 

 doesn’t have the cast on her ankle. I sigh, flipping through the

 pages. 

 	“I’d love to help,” Mirror says with a smile, reading bits and

 pieces 

 over my shoulder. “I hope I can go and watch you, too. I’m sure

 you’ll be 

 great.”

 	A knock on the door grabs my attention before I can reply. Sakura-

 mama sticks her head in, her brunette hair near her shoulders. “It’s

 dinner time, 

 Bara-chan.” She waits for me as I tuck the script under my arm and

 hurry over. 

 “And Tomoyo said that you got a part in the play. I can’t wait to

 see it.”

 	I nod quickly, holding out the script. “I get to be Juliet. But

 they must 

 have picked the wrong person. Misato or Ming Pha would both make much 

 better Juliets.”

 	Sakura-mama shakes her head, helping me down the stairs. “I don’t 

 think so. Sometimes we get surprised by things like that, but it

 doesn’t mean 

 we’re wrong for the part.”

 	“Hai. Like Sakura as the prince. She made an absolutely darling

 prince 

 at that,” Tomoyo-mama adds, sparkles in her eyes. Something tells me

 I’ll be 

 watching a tape of the whole play tonight. I smile and nod, taking

 my seat. 

 Yeah, if Sakura-mama made a good prince, maybe I can make a good

 Juliet. 

 	“Thanks, Tomoyo-mama, Sakura-mama. I’d really appreciate the help.” 

 I take a bite of the meal that Tomoyo-mama made for dinner, feeling

 more at 

 ease. I spot Mirror watching me from the stairs and wave at her. She

 blushes a 

 bit when she realizes I spotted her and waves back. I still don’t

 really know how 

 it will all turn out, but maybe that doesn’t matter. There’s still

 so much waiting 

 for me. I just know it.