rlm@2: Dear Sakura:
rlm@2: On Angel's Wings
rlm@2: by The Amazoness Duo
rlm@2: amazonessduo@hotmail.com
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 	“Tomoyo-chan, are you sure you won’t come with me? The cabin will
rlm@2: be lonely without you. You could bring some of your videotapes and we
rlm@2: could watch them while we’re up there. And the weather is going to be
rlm@2: gorgeous. We could go for a picnic,” Sonomi Daidouji suggested to her
rlm@2: daughter as the younger of the two continued packing. 
rlm@2: 	“I would love to come with, Okaa-sama, but I couldn’t stand to
rlm@2: disappoint Sakura-chan. You should have heard her on the phone last
rlm@2: night. She sounds so excited. I haven’t heard her like that since the
rlm@2: night she told me that Li-kun had proposed to her.” What she didn’t
rlm@2: have to add was that she and Syaoran had been planning to for weeks
rlm@2: but he couldn’t work up the courage or make up his mind so she had to
rlm@2: follow him around and nudge him ever closer into finally proposing.
rlm@2: It had been one of the most heartbreaking things she had done for
rlm@2: Sakura’s happiness, but it had to be done. What if he hadn’t proposed
rlm@2: otherwise? Tomoyo smiled her trademark smile as she placed in some
rlm@2: more clothing. Sakura had told her to pack light clothes, so she was
rlm@2: going for a slightly different style than the usual dresses she wore.
rlm@2: Her camcorder was already packed up in it’s case, ready for the long
rlm@2: trip to Hong Kong.
rlm@2: 	Sonomi sighed exasperatedly. Even if she could see past her
rlm@2: daughter’s almost impenetrable emotional masks, she still wished that
rlm@2: she would let them down more often around her. And that she would
rlm@2: listen to reason. “I just don’t think this is a good idea. Sakura-
rlm@2: chan already went off and got married right in front of you. Does she
rlm@2: really need to throw it in your face? No good can come from this.
rlm@2: Just tell her that as your mother and your boss, I forced you to come
rlm@2: along to the mountains with me.” The older woman took out the blouse
rlm@2: Tomoyo had just placed in the suitcase, laying it back on the bed. 
rlm@2: 	Looking back to her mother, Tomoyo smiled cheerfully again as she
rlm@2: repacked the offending blouse. “Sakura-chan wouldn’t do that. She’s
rlm@2: lonely up in Hong Kong all by herself. She needs some help getting
rlm@2: settled. So I’ll go and help her. I think she’ll be happy to get a
rlm@2: little piece of home in her new life. It will help her to move on
rlm@2: with her life.” Tilting her head to the side thoughtfully, she
rlm@2: glanced around for anything she may be missing.
rlm@2: 	Her lithe hands taking her daughter’s shoulders, Sonomi turned the
rlm@2: younger woman to face her. “But what about you, Tomoyo-chan? Maybe
rlm@2: Sakura-chan does need this. But I really don’t think you do. It’s not
rlm@2: wise for you to go back for more pain. Darling, don’t you think she’s
rlm@2: hurt you enough? Do you need to see her with him now? For the past
rlm@2: few years I’ve seen you suffer in silence as you watched them
rlm@2: together. I don’t want you going off so she can blindly break my
rlm@2: little girl’s heart again.” She frowned, brushing away some of
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s lavender hair from her stormy blue eyes. Her heart was
rlm@2: tearing itself in two. She knew first hand how painful it was to
rlm@2: watch one’s true love marry another. And there had been nothing she
rlm@2: could do about it. And now she was equally helpless to stop the pain
rlm@2: in her daughter. Through the weak smile Tomoyo was keeping up, she
rlm@2: could see the shimmer of tears in her daughter’s eyes and the deep
rlm@2: pain behind it. “Oh, Tomoyo-chan...” Pulling the smaller woman
rlm@2: closer, the businesswoman held onto her tightly, stroking her back
rlm@2: the way she had when she was little. 
rlm@2: 	Tomoyo closed her eyes as her mother held onto her, letting the
rlm@2: comforting embrace relax her. “Please don’t worry about me, Okaa-
rlm@2: sama. I’ll be fine. I really will be happy to see Sakura-chan again.
rlm@2: I’ve missed her so much lately. Hearing her on the phone and writing
rlm@2: her isn’t enough. I need to see her. To be with her. Even if it’s for
rlm@2: the last time,” her musical voice whispered softly, barely
rlm@2: restraining the emotion underneath. She hugged her mother back, her
rlm@2: eyes still shut. This whole visit had brought up so many mixed
rlm@2: emotions in her. She dearly wanted to see her precious Sakura again,
rlm@2: but the prospect of interrupting her new life with her husband was
rlm@2: painful. She knew that Syaoran was probably taking good care of
rlm@2: Sakura and providing her with things she never could. And in turn, he
rlm@2: was rewarded with something Sakura could never give her. Her sweet,
rlm@2: innocent love. And what a reward at that. But if he could make her
rlm@2: happy, then he more than deserved it. But going in and seeing her
rlm@2: beloved with her husband was a painful thought indeed. And after
rlm@2: Sakura got settled, there really wouldn’t be much of a need for her
rlm@2: anymore. Syaoran had already replaced her at Sakura’s side as the
rlm@2: most important person in her life. He would love and support her the
rlm@2: way she always had. She would go to him with her problems. And Sakura
rlm@2: could forget about her. So in that sense, this trip was extremely
rlm@2: bittersweet for the young heiress. This truly could be the last time
rlm@2: she ever saw Sakura. But she had to. For Sakura’s sake. As well as
rlm@2: her own. If this was her last chance to spend time with Sakura, she
rlm@2: would have to treasure the moments for eternity. 
rlm@2: 	When Tomoyo finally stepped away from her mother, she smiled
rlm@2: softly, composed once again. “I’ll be fine, Okaa-sama. I’ll give
rlm@2: Sakura-chan your love.”
rlm@2: 	Sonomi seemed to consider that for a moment. Did she really want
rlm@2: Sakura even hearing from her after the hell she had been forcing her
rlm@2: daughter through? Not that there was any use arguing the point with
rlm@2: Tomoyo. The younger Daidouji already had enough to worry about
rlm@2: without her mother’s anger at Sakura. Sighing, she crossed her arms.
rlm@2: “But promise that you’ll call me while you’re up there. Everyday. I
rlm@2: want to know how things are going.”
rlm@2: 	Tomoyo giggled softly and  nodded. “Hai, Okaa-sama. I’ll be sure to
rlm@2: call you. Please have fun on your vacation, too.” A melodious beeping
rlm@2: interrupted the two from Tomoyo’s watch. Pink and cute with intricate
rlm@2: and colorful designs on it, it was most obviously a product of
rlm@2: Daidouji Toys. “I’m going to be late if I don’t hurry.” She glanced
rlm@2: back at her mother after picking up her small bag with the camcorder
rlm@2: in it. Two darkly clad bodyguards picked up her two other suitcases.
rlm@2: “Everything will be fine. Please don’t worry. You’ve been so busy
rlm@2: with work that you really need to relax on this vacation. And how can
rlm@2: I enjoy my time with Sakura-chan if I know Okaa-sama’s busy worrying
rlm@2: about me?”
rlm@2: 	The older woman couldn’t help but smile. Just like Nadeshiko. Her
rlm@2: daughter had always been such a sweet girl, much like her cousin. But
rlm@2: that concern for her loved ones came from Sonomi herself, even if
rlm@2: Tomoyo managed to be more subtle about it. “Let’s hurry. The
rlm@2: limousine’s waiting.” 
rlm@2: 	Taking one last look at her room, Tomoyo tried to spot anything
rlm@2: that she might be missing. She was usually very good at organizing
rlm@2: things, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was missing
rlm@2: something. Her eyes finally settled on the half-finished costume she
rlm@2: had once been working on for Sakura. Folding it over her arm, she
rlm@2: hurriedly followed her mother out the door.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 	Stormy blue eyes watched with a mild curiosity as the lighter blue
rlm@2: skies slowly filtered past outside the window. It wouldn’t take too
rlm@2: long before she was in Hong Kong. But Tomoyo hadn’t fully sorted out
rlm@2: her feelings on the situation. Which was very difficult for her. She
rlm@2: knew how she should feel about the whole thing. She should be happy
rlm@2: for Sakura, that she was with the one she loved and that she was
rlm@2: happily on the road to her new life. But it hurt her terribly that
rlm@2: their roads had veered from one another’s. Her heart longed for
rlm@2: Sakura. Her determined spirit, her genki attitude, her sweet smile.
rlm@2: Everything about her. So it was with some delight that she had gotten
rlm@2: the chance to fly out to see her so soon. And without the pretext of
rlm@2: Sakura being with child as well. But how did she fit into Sakura’s
rlm@2: new life? As nothing more than a relic from the past, sadly. And this
rlm@2: trip was just making her realize that cold fact more and more. The
rlm@2: trip was not much more than an attempt to curb Sakura’s homesickness
rlm@2: so that she could move on with her new life. Seeing Sakura would be
rlm@2: both the most pleasant part of the trip and the most painful. Part of
rlm@2: her had wanted to accept her mother’s offer to go on vacation with
rlm@2: her at a cabin in the mountains. But she needed to see Sakura again.
rlm@2: To see that she had done the right thing in getting her beloved with
rlm@2: another. Of that she was fairly certain, but she wanted to see Sakura
rlm@2: happy with her special person. Seeing that making Sakura happy would
rlm@2: make it all worth it. The she could go back to Japan and Sakura could
rlm@2: forget all about her. But her final memories of Sakura, the knowledge
rlm@2: that Sakura was finally happy would carry her through it. 
rlm@2: 	Tomoyo needed to see Sakura if for no other reason than to be with
rlm@2: her true love just once more. She needed to see the girl that she had
rlm@2: fallen in love with all those years ago. Sakura always filled her
rlm@2: heart with such warmth just being near her. That had been missing
rlm@2: from her life for too long now. Her heart soared at the thought of
rlm@2: seeing her dear Sakura again, of being able to experience those
rlm@2: wonderful sensations without the aid of videotape or her own
rlm@2: memories. To feel the sheer and utter warmth she had for this girl at
rlm@2: its strongest, the way she always was when she was in Sakura’s
rlm@2: presence. 
rlm@2: 	“Don’t you make me happy... Don’t you have a good time...” Tomoyo
rlm@2: sung softly as she watched the clouds outside. One big fluffy one
rlm@2: looked just like Kero-chan. And in another wispier one, she could see
rlm@2: Sakura on her old staff. Smiling softly, she took a small bite of her
rlm@2: meal. It was nice, but she wasn’t very hungry. 
rlm@2: 	“Can I get you anything, ma’am?” the waitress asked pleasantly.
rlm@2: Tomoyo just smiled in response and shook her head politely. 
rlm@2: 	After months and months of struggling, Tomoyo had finally managed
rlm@2: to watch the videotape of the wedding ceremony all the way through.
rlm@2: She had left right near the end, unable to stay and watch the entire
rlm@2: event. That fact weighed heavily upon her. She had wanted to stay for
rlm@2: Sakura, but watching her love get married off and taken away from her
rlm@2: for good was too much for her to bear. And that had been the last she
rlm@2: had seen of Sakura. They had left for their honeymoon after that and
rlm@2: then to Hong Kong. She was truly grateful that Sakura had sent her
rlm@2: the bouquet from her wedding. She had felt devastated for not being
rlm@2: there near the end, but it made her feel better to have the pretty
rlm@2: flowers that symbolized Sakura’s new union. Now it was right next to
rlm@2: her mother’s bouquet from Nadeshiko’s wedding. It really made her
rlm@2: wonder if maybe it was Fate at work. Her mother obviously loved
rlm@2: Nadeshiko with the same passion that she held for Sakura, yet she was
rlm@2: denied that love. Just as she was denied the chance to be with
rlm@2: Sakura. Even though they both went about their love in very different
rlm@2: ways. But it was all right. Her mother might not understand exactly,
rlm@2: but it really was more important that Sakura be happy than with her.
rlm@2: That your loved one was happy, even if you weren’t together, truly
rlm@2: was the most vital thing. 
rlm@2: 	That fact had been what she had tried to explain many times to
rlm@2: Sakura. But what she hadn’t told Sakura was that even if she was
rlm@2: pleased for her special someone to be happy with someone else, there
rlm@2: was also a lot of hurt inside. Yes, she was happy for Sakura. That
rlm@2: was the truth. It was also true that she cried herself to sleep at
rlm@2: night, lonely and sad that she would never be able to let her
rlm@2: feelings for Sakura out of the cage of her heart. But sometimes
rlm@2: Sakura only needed the half truth. Especially when the whole truth
rlm@2: would hurt her. And Tomoyo had been very careful in all the time that
rlm@2: she had known Sakura to not hurt her. Even if it meant being creative
rlm@2: about the truth at times and not always showing her true feelings. 
rlm@2: 	A mixture of pain and warmth, longing and loneliness filled the
rlm@2: young businesswoman’s heart. Her own heart used to be so open to her.
rlm@2: She had understood it implicitly. But now it was so confused by all
rlm@2: the conflicting thoughts and emotions that she didn’t know if she
rlm@2: could fit some of the conflicting emotions together. Which meant she
rlm@2: had to be even more careful while in Hong Kong. She needed to be
rlm@2: happy for Sakura. She couldn’t let Sakura see that she was hurting or
rlm@2: it might ruin things. At the very least, it would make Sakura sad and
rlm@2: she couldn’t have that. 
rlm@2: 	Tomoyo smiled gently as she closed her eyes, envisioning the cute
rlm@2: brunette. “I love you, Sakura-chan. Let’s enjoy this trip. There will
rlm@2: be time for tears later.”
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 	Sakura sighed as she stared blankly at the magazine on her lap. Her
rlm@2: mind was refusing to concentrate on anything. Tomoyo’s flight was
rlm@2: overdue and she was starting to get worried. She had gotten to the
rlm@2: airport early in her enthusiasm to see her sweet friend again. A yawn
rlm@2: escaped her lips which she tried to cover quickly. Sleep hadn’t been
rlm@2: very generous in coming for the past few nights. And the closer it
rlm@2: got to Tomoyo’s arrival, the more difficult it became for her to get
rlm@2: any rest. Last night had seemed like an eternity. Sleep had eluded
rlm@2: her for hours. She spent most of it in the room she had prepared for
rlm@2: Tomoyo, tidying things up one last time. When she had finally fallen
rlm@2: asleep, she had found herself passed out at the desk in that room.
rlm@2: Embarrassed and still a little sleepy, she had slipped back into bed
rlm@2: with her husband, but sleep once again taunted her. All sorts of
rlm@2: memories kept coming to her when she was about to nod off. The dress
rlm@2: Tomoyo had made her for one of the school dances had come to mind.
rlm@2: Then the lavender haired girl had asked her to the dance when she
rlm@2: found out that Syaoran couldn’t be there to take her. That had been a
rlm@2: lot of fun, even if it had seemed a little awkward at the time. When
rlm@2: Tomoyo had practiced with her for her auditions in Drama Club, which
rlm@2: had been the dark haired angel’s idea in the first place, had also
rlm@2: drifted into her head. When Tomoyo had shown her the videotape of her
rlm@2: flying on her magic staff and had found out that she was a magical
rlm@2: girl played over and over again in her mind.
rlm@2: 	Oddly enough, the one memory that stuck out the most was when
rlm@2: Tomoyo had been explaining the custom of making a teddy bear for the
rlm@2: person you like and them naming it after you. When Sakura had asked
rlm@2: the beautiful heiress about why she wasn't going to make one, Tomoyo
rlm@2: had smiled at her and explained that she would be happy as long as
rlm@2: her special person was. At the time, she had seen it as nothing more
rlm@2: than Tomoyo’s usual eccentricity, but for some reason it was
rlm@2: bothering her now. Why couldn’t Tomoyo make it for her special
rlm@2: someone? That wasn’t fair that she’d have to be alone like that, not
rlm@2: even being able to take part in such a cute little tradition. But
rlm@2: before she could make any sense of the whole thing, she had hurried
rlm@2: off to the airport.
rlm@2: 	The plane was still late. Sakura bit her lip anxiously. Her stomach
rlm@2: was starting to feel sick from all of the anxiety of waiting. She
rlm@2: kept seeing her pale friend in her mind’s eye, and it just made her
rlm@2: impatience grow. She missed Tomoyo terribly. They had been best
rlm@2: friends for years and years now and suddenly she was without her in a
rlm@2: new country. She was happy to be with her new husband, but the
rlm@2: loneliness she felt being away from Tomoyo continued to grow while
rlm@2: she was gone. And that confused her. Now that she was starting her
rlm@2: new life with Syaoran, she had expected that to diminish as time went
rlm@2: by. But it had only grown worse. So Tomoyo’s visit came as quite a
rlm@2: relief. It thrilled her to know that her friend would soon be with
rlm@2: her again. There was so much to do! So much to say! Her heart pounded
rlm@2: in her chest in excitement. She couldn’t wait to see the beautiful
rlm@2: woman again, to laugh with her and know that she was there by her
rlm@2: side. She hadn’t been this excited since the honeymoon. 
rlm@2: 	Sakura paused for a moment, setting the magazine aside. Tomoyo had
rlm@2: been her best friend for what felt like a lifetime. They had only
rlm@2: been apart for several months. And she was married to her loving
rlm@2: husband and living her wonderful new life. Sure, it was great to be
rlm@2: able to spend time with Tomoyo again, but was that really anywhere on
rlm@2: par with a honeymoon with the man she had vowed to spend the rest of
rlm@2: her life with? Oh, it didn’t matter. She missed her friend so dearly
rlm@2: that it would be great to see her again. Why did it matter if she was
rlm@2: so exited to see her or not? Tomoyo was very important to her. More
rlm@2: than she’d ever realized before. But now that she was gone, Sakura
rlm@2: missed her daily. The dark haired woman’s nigh constant comforting
rlm@2: presence and warm words were no longer there except in the presence
rlm@2: of phone calls and letters. And that just wasn’t the same thing. She
rlm@2: needed the pale woman there with her so that she could feel whole
rlm@2: again. She knew Tomoyo believed in her, but sometimes she had trouble
rlm@2: believing in herself. And sometimes it was so hard adjusting to her
rlm@2: new life. But Tomoyo had always helped her through everything.
rlm@2: Somehow she knew that it would all be better if her incredibly
rlm@2: perceptive friend was there to help her. 
rlm@2: 	Standing up excitedly, Sakura watched an airplane taxiing up. Was
rlm@2: that hers? Could that be...? It was!! Sakura clasped her hands
rlm@2: together happily as she watched it move slowly forward. It moved
rlm@2: achingly slow in her mind. ‘If only this wasn't for just a visit’.
rlm@2: That thought saddened her for a moment, but it quickly passed as her
rlm@2: excitement built to a crescendo. All of the waiting had built up to
rlm@2: this moment. All of that time apart would be over. At least for now.
rlm@2: Tomoyo would have to leave again soon enough. That thought alone left
rlm@2: a pain in her heart. Just like what Tomoyo had said about knowing
rlm@2: they couldn’t be together forever. The same was true now. They’d only
rlm@2: be here for a short visit. But that wasn’t for a while yet. And they
rlm@2: would see each other again in the meantime. Her heart nearly stopped
rlm@2: as she saw a pale figure walk out of the plane. Long, lavender hair
rlm@2: was done up in elegant braids, draped past her shoulders, sharply
rlm@2: contrasting her pale skin. Her short blue and aquamarine dress was
rlm@2: simple but beautiful. Tomoyo was stunningly beautiful, even more so
rlm@2: than Sakura had last remembered her. How her special someone could
rlm@2: ignore her, Sakura could not even begin to comprehend. Joy bubbled up
rlm@2: in her heart at the very sight of her best friend. It was a far cry
rlm@2: from their first meeting in class eight years prior. “Tomoyo-chan !!
rlm@2: Tomoyo-chan!” 
rlm@2: 	Tomoyo turned to find the source of the voice. Her smile brightened
rlm@2: immeasurably as she spotted the brunette running towards her. “Sakura-
rlm@2: chan!” She stepped to the side, trying to get away from the rest of
rlm@2: the passengers and to her eager friend. “Sakura-chan, I’m so...” The
rlm@2: breath was knocked out of her as Sakura leapt into an embrace. The
rlm@2: athletic girl pulled her close, hugging her with all the energy she
rlm@2: could muster. Tomoyo felt her own heart surge at being so near Sakura
rlm@2: again. She had been right. Being near her did fill her heart near
rlm@2: bursting as the love inside struggled to be released. “It’s so good
rlm@2: to see you, Sakura-chan,” Tomoyo said sweetly when Sakura finally
rlm@2: released her grasp ever so slightly. Her eyes lingered on Sakura’s
rlm@2: shining emeralds. Sakura had grown into quite a pretty young woman.
rlm@2: She was still Tomoyo’s image of perfection. The bags under Sakura’s
rlm@2: eyes concerned her, but she knew that the Cardmistress hadn’t been
rlm@2: sleeping much because of her impending visit. 
rlm@2: 	“I’m so happy to see you, too, Tomoyo-chan! I was starting to worry
rlm@2: that you had been swept up on your way to see me. I couldn’t wait for
rlm@2: you to get here.” Giving Tomoyo another tight hug, Sakura finally let
rlm@2: go. “I still can’t believe you’re here.” It had felt like an eternity
rlm@2: since she had last seen Tomoyo, but now that the dark haired girl was
rlm@2: here, it felt like it had only been the day before that they had last
rlm@2: seen each other. This trip was going to be wonderful. She could just
rlm@2: feel it. 
rlm@2: 	Tomoyo giggled softly and shook her head. “Nothing could keep me
rlm@2: from my Sakura-chan. I had to get here. I’m very sorry to keep you
rlm@2: waiting.” She hefted the camcorder case up, adjusting the strap. “I
rlm@2: wanted to come out and record you again but they won’t let me until I
rlm@2: have it checked with security. It would have been the perfect first
rlm@2: shot for my ‘Sakura-chan and the Dream Vacation’ videotape!”
rlm@2: 	Now it was Sakura’s turn to laugh. “We’ll have to get you some
rlm@2: better shots than that. And I’m just glad to see you. I’ve missed you
rlm@2: so much, Tomoyo-chan. You don’t know how happy I am to have you here
rlm@2: in Hong Kong. I’ve been waiting the longest time for your visit.”
rlm@2: 	“I missed you, too, Sakura-chan. Nothing’s the same without your
rlm@2: cute presence to make everything exciting.” Tomoyo couldn’t take her
rlm@2: eyes off of Sakura. It was like she had been dying of thirst and had
rlm@2: just found her oasis. She drank up Sakura hungrily, burning her
rlm@2: precious image into her mind at that very moment as best she could.
rlm@2: She felt like she had been kept in the dark, blind and deaf to the
rlm@2: world and that she had just now been returned her senses. For now her
rlm@2: worries were far away. They hardly seemed to matter in the face of
rlm@2: the girl she loved. 
rlm@2: 	Sakura blushed softly at Tomoyo’s compliment, but smiled. “We
rlm@2: better go get your bags. There’s so much I need to show you. And I
rlm@2: can’t wait for you to see your room. I really think you’ll like it.
rlm@2: I’ll help you unpack.” Taking Tomoyo’s hand, she couldn’t get rid of
rlm@2: her smile. Not that she wanted to. She was too happy to have her
rlm@2: friend back with her again. Things finally felt all right.
rlm@2: 	Tomoyo was a little surprised by Sakura’s hand holding her own, but
rlm@2: she didn’t complain. Squeezing Sakura’s hand gently, she nodded. “I’m
rlm@2: sure it will be lovely. Anything that Sakura-chan spent so much time
rlm@2: and effort into must be perfect. I’ll love being able to see it
rlm@2: without the need of a picture this time.” 
rlm@2: 	“I really hope you think so when you see it. I think it’ll be very
rlm@2: nice for you. I tried to think like Tomoyo-chan while I was fixing up
rlm@2: the room. I’m afraid it’s not much like your old room, but I still
rlm@2: think it looks nice. So I’m not sure how good a job I did as you.”
rlm@2: Sakura looked outside and sweatdropped. Rain plastered the windows
rlm@2: all around them, casting the girls in shifting shadows.  “I hope you
rlm@2: brought an umbrella. I was hoping things would at least clear up when
rlm@2: you arrived.”
rlm@2: 	Leading Sakura towards the baggage check out, Tomoyo’s worries felt
rlm@2: like they had been left back in the airplane. Being with Sakura again
rlm@2: really did feel wonderful. “Hai, I did. I tried to pack as best I
rlm@2: could from what you told me. And I already know that I’ll love the
rlm@2: room Sakura spent so much time putting together for me. I’m much
rlm@2: happier than I could be with any hotel room I could have.”
rlm@2: 	Sakura smiled happily and squeezed Tomoyo’s soft hand in return.
rlm@2: “Good. We’ll need to hurry so that we don’t waste any of your time
rlm@2: here!”