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.”