rlm@2: Author’s notes: Hello! ^-^ I’m sorry this took so long. ^^;; I’d
rlm@2: wanted to write this for a while, so I’m glad to have finally written
rlm@2: it. ^-^ It’s basically a chance for me to show two ideas that have
rlm@2: been on my mind a lot lately. The first is that Tomoyo would love
rlm@2: Sakura no matter what, because her love is so sweet and pure. I think
rlm@2: she’s a lesbian, yes, but I think she would love Sakura even if
rlm@2: Sakura were a boy. Her love isn’t just a trivial thing. And the
rlm@2: second thing is that I think most of Sakura’s denseness about Tomoyo
rlm@2: lies in the fact that she plays into her gender role. Sakura can be
rlm@2: incredibly naïve about things, especially Tomoyo’s feelings for her.
rlm@2: For Sakura, she knows that boys get with girls and girls get with
rlm@2: boys. Because it’s just the way things work. She has no problem with
rlm@2: it when it doesn’t work that way like with Yukito and Touya, but she
rlm@2: doesn’t realize that she could love a girl, hence why she never
rlm@2: realizes Tomoyo’s perfect for her. ^^;; But anyway, I think that
rlm@2: would be different if she were a boy because she would see very early
rlm@2: on that Tomoyo was a potential love interest. Anyway, that’s enough
rlm@2: of my rambling. ^-^;; I’ve been having a lot of trouble lately, so
rlm@2: I’ve been writing this in the meantime. If you have any comments, I
rlm@2: would love to hear them. ^-^ Thank you! Oh, and I modeled the end
rlm@2: after the episodes of the series, right down to the Kero-chan’s
rlm@2: Corner and the Next Episode spot. ^-^;;; I just thought it would be
rlm@2: fun to add. ^-^
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: What is Love
rlm@2: by the Amazoness Duo
rlm@2: amazonessduo@hotmail.com
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 	Cherry blossoms swirled about above the ground as if dancing to a
rlm@2: tune that only they could hear. A single auburn haired boy moved
rlm@2: along to the silent music as he made his way to school, skating along
rlm@2: gracefully. Skidding in a slow circle, he continued backwards for a
rlm@2: moment. There was something about the morning that made him feel
rlm@2: peaceful inside. School couldn’t dampen his spirits any. How could it
rlm@2: when it meant he’d get to see his friends and play soccer that
rlm@2: afternoon? And, of course, she would be there. A light blush crossed
rlm@2: his cheeks at the thought. He tried to force it away but he couldn’t
rlm@2: help it. “Hanyaan...” he sighed happily to himself. She always made
rlm@2: school worthwhile. She made everything seem worthwhile. Even the
rlm@2: crazy costumes she made him wear. But if it made her happy, he’d
rlm@2: gladly wear whatever she wanted. 
rlm@2: 	Smiling to himself, Sakura hurried with renewed determination to
rlm@2: reach school, ignoring his dancing namesake along the way. School was
rlm@2: a much more pleasant experience when a pretty girl was waiting for
rlm@2: you. His hands on the straps of his backpack, Sakura skidded towards
rlm@2: the large gates. “Ohayo, Tomoyo-chan!” Sakura called brightly,
rlm@2: slowing to a stop near his friend. 
rlm@2: 	“Ohayo, Sakura-chan!” Tomoyo replied, smiling her trademark smile.
rlm@2: “A perfect arrival, as usual. The girls must all be thrilled with
rlm@2: Sakura-chan’s cute and cool arrival.”
rlm@2: 	“Tomoyo-chan...” Sakura blushed and rubbed the back of his head,
rlm@2: averting his gaze. Why did she have to say so many embarrassing
rlm@2: things all the time? He should get used to it, but she always managed
rlm@2: to embarrass him anyway. Ignoring that for the moment, he glanced
rlm@2: back at the pale girl to see what hairstyle she had for the day. Her
rlm@2: hair was done up in two highly decorated pigtails, blue ribbons
rlm@2: adorning them. One pigtail fell in front of her while the other lay
rlm@2: draped over her backpack. Absolutely beautiful. Smiling and blushing
rlm@2: faintly, Sakura slowly skated alongside his friend towards the front
rlm@2: doors. 
rlm@2: 	“Sakura-chan looks so cute like that,” Tomoyo said with a sigh, a
rlm@2: hand resting on her cheek. “I got some more videotape last night.
rlm@2: Would you mind letting me videotape you some more later?” she asked
rlm@2: eagerly. 
rlm@2: 	Sakura sweatdropped at his eccentric friend’s enthusiasm. “Sure, I
rlm@2: guess. But I don’t know why you’d want to videotape me. You should
rlm@2: really videotape something a little more interesting.”
rlm@2: 	“But there isn’t anything more interesting or more handsome than
rlm@2: Sakura-chan!” Tomoyo smiled brightly, a slight blush on her cheeks as
rlm@2: she looked off distantly. She could see Sakura looking around in
rlm@2: embarrassment, but that only served to spur her on. He looked so cute
rlm@2: when he was embarrassed. If only she could catch that on video. Oh
rlm@2: well, there was always next time. “I have the cutest costume for you,
rlm@2: too. I can’t wait to see you try it on. My inspiration for this one
rlm@2: was seeing you waving at those penguins at the zoo.” Seeing Sakura
rlm@2: blink in response, Tomoyo continued. “Sakura-chan will make the
rlm@2: cutest penguin.” ‘There,’ the pale girl thought to herself happily as
rlm@2: Sakura shook his arms, his embarrassment growing. Tomoyo simply
rlm@2: sighed delightedly as she continued towards her locker. 
rlm@2: 	“Hoe... A penguin?” Sakura sighed in defeat. He had learned long
rlm@2: ago that it was pointless to argue about the costumes. Tomoyo knew
rlm@2: him far too well. The pale girl easily got him to wear whatever she
rlm@2: wanted him to. Besides, he’d worn worse than a penguin costume
rlm@2: before. And at least he wouldn’t be capturing Cards in this one. And
rlm@2: Tomoyo would be the only one to see it, so it wouldn’t be that big a
rlm@2: deal. “When do you want me to come over?” he asked, getting over his
rlm@2: initial shock swiftly.
rlm@2: 	“After soccer practice would be nice. You’ll probably be tired
rlm@2: after that, so I’ll call and make sure the limousine’s ready. I
rlm@2: already brought a fresh videotape to catch your soccer game today, so
rlm@2: I’ll record everything on the new tape. From Sakura-chan darting
rlm@2: across the field in his handsome soccer uniform to Sakura playing by
rlm@2: the poolside in his cute penguin costume, I will catch every precious
rlm@2: moment on videotape, and seal it all forever in my heart.” Tomoyo
rlm@2: tilted her head to the side, starry eyed. Today was already turning
rlm@2: out to be a wonderful day. She always loved going to Sakura’s soccer
rlm@2: games. She never really cared what was happening in the game itself.
rlm@2: Her eyes never left the auburn haired boy on the field anyway. It was
rlm@2: just fun to watch him with such determination, running all about. It
rlm@2: was much the same when she got to watch him capture Cards, though
rlm@2: that was even more fun because Sakura got to double as a life-sized
rlm@2: doll to dress up as well. But not only did she get to record his
rlm@2: soccer game, but she would also get to dress him up in her newest
rlm@2: costume. Tomoyo got out her books in a state of bliss. 
rlm@2: 	“If you say so, Tomoyo-chan,” Sakura said quickly, a hand behind
rlm@2: his head. Tomoyo had him wrapped around her little finger and he knew
rlm@2: it. But what could he do about it? Not that he wanted to do anything
rlm@2: about it anyway. He was very comfortable this way. Even if Tomoyo did
rlm@2: delight in making him blush. “Oh, good morning, Li-kun!” Sakura waved
rlm@2: brightly to his perpetually scowling rival. He was happy to be
rlm@2: friends with the other boy now, though Syaoran was very difficult to
rlm@2: get close to. The other boy blushed and went the other way in a
rlm@2: hurry. “Hmm... I wonder what’s wrong with Li-kun. I hope he’s not
rlm@2: sick.”
rlm@2: 	Giggling next to her naïve friend, Tomoyo smiled sweetly. “Sakura-
rlm@2: chan’s so handsome and cool that even the boys like him,” she
rlm@2: explained, watching her cute friend intently with her lavender eyes.
rlm@2: Sakura simply blinked in confusion at her statement. “Maybe I’ll tell
rlm@2: Sakura-chan when he’s older,” she said reassuringly as she hoisted up
rlm@2: her backpack.
rlm@2: 	“Let me get that for you, Tomoyo-chan!” Sakura said quickly after
rlm@2: shaking off his confusion. He took Tomoyo’s backpack, following her
rlm@2: to class. The dark haired girl always looked so fragile, so petite.
rlm@2: So Sakura was happy to carry her bags for her. Tomoyo was like a
rlm@2: beautiful princess, kind and sweet to everyone, especially Sakura.
rlm@2: And princesses shouldn’t have to worry about things like bookbags. 
rlm@2: 	“Thank you, Sakura-chan,” Tomoyo said in her pretty, singsong
rlm@2: voice. Walking slowly, she made her way to class. If the athletic boy
rlm@2: noticed her slowed pace, he didn’t say anything. She didn’t want to
rlm@2: miss a moment of his presence. 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 	Pulling on the shirt of his soccer uniform, Sakura looked down at
rlm@2: the gym bag next to him. Inside was a beautifully crafted pink and
rlm@2: violet teddy bear. It was Sakura’s good luck charm. He picked up the
rlm@2: small teddy bear and held it close. It still smelled of lavenders,
rlm@2: just like Tomoyo. Sighing softly, the Master of the Cards closed his
rlm@2: eyes. Tomoyo had given him this lovely gift several weeks ago. He had
rlm@2: taken it with him to every one of his games sense, and kept it with
rlm@2: him in bed every night. He was almost worried that it would start to
rlm@2: get frayed if he kept that up. But he wanted it there with him
rlm@2: wherever he went. It was his most precious gift, something that was
rlm@2: very dear to him. He had treasured it from the instant Tomoyo had
rlm@2: given it to him.
rlm@2: 	The myth of the teddy bears kept coming back to Sakura when he
rlm@2: would think about the little teddy bear. He had heard that if you
rlm@2: made a teddy bear and gave it to the person you liked, then if they
rlm@2: named it after you, you would both fall in love. It was a very cute
rlm@2: myth, and something he had heard Tomoyo explain before. So did that
rlm@2: mean this was for that purpose? Just in case, Sakura had immediately
rlm@2: named it after the pale girl. So her little teddy bear, Tomoyo, was
rlm@2: with her whenever her best friend, Tomoyo, couldn’t be. But was their
rlm@2: truth to the myth?
rlm@2: 	Sakura had been trying to ask Tomoyo out for the past week. But
rlm@2: every time he wanted to, he lost the nerve. He could talk to Tomoyo
rlm@2: about anything, but seeing her smile so prettily and asking what he
rlm@2: wanted to talk about always made him nervous when he was about to ask
rlm@2: her. What would she say? Did she like him? Well, that one kind of
rlm@2: seemed a given with how she talked about him. Actually, he was pretty
rlm@2: sure of that. And that gave him some courage to ask Tomoyo, but he
rlm@2: still couldn’t quite figure out what to say. She always had such
rlm@2: faith in him. What if it sounded stupid? Or worse, what if he
rlm@2: couldn’t get it out at all? He wanted to tell her how he felt before
rlm@2: someone else did, but he didn’t know how. 
rlm@2: 	Sighing, Sakura placed his teddy bear back in his gym bag. Emerald
rlm@2: eyes sparkling determinedly, Sakura hurried towards the field. Tomoyo
rlm@2: would be watching, so he had to try his hardest for her. And then,
rlm@2: tonight, maybe he could tell her that he liked her. Besides, Tomoyo
rlm@2: was always there supporting him. She would help him through it, no
rlm@2: matter how nervous he could get looking into those stormy blue eyes.
rlm@2: Vowing to himself that he would tell Tomoyo that night, he ran the
rlm@2: rest of the way to the soccer field.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 	“Sakura-chan looks so cute!!” Tomoyo squealed delightedly as she
rlm@2: zoomed in on her best friend. Before her stood a forlorn looking
rlm@2: penguin, it’s arms hanging at its sides. Sakura was looking back at
rlm@2: the camcorder, his face a mask of embarrassment. Tomoyo took a few
rlm@2: steps to the side to get another viewpoint. Reaching forward, she put
rlm@2: a finger on Sakura’s lips, drawing them up into a smile. “Much better!”
rlm@2: 	“Tomoyo-chan...” Sakura mumbled as Tomoyo’s finger pressed near his
rlm@2: lips. How did he let himself get talked into this? Oh yeah, Tomoyo
rlm@2: thought it was a good idea. That was generally all it took for Sakura
rlm@2: to do what Tomoyo wanted. Tomoyo was so nice and sweet that it was
rlm@2: hard not to do what she wanted. And the pale girl’s beautiful smile
rlm@2: more than made up for the discomfort of wearing a penguin costume. As
rlm@2: long as no one at school ever saw this videotape.
rlm@2: 	“Mr. Penguin sure has come a long way from the south pole. But I
rlm@2: hope he never has to leave.” Stepping around the embarrassed Sakura,
rlm@2: Tomoyo continued to videotape her friend. “Sakura-chan is such a shy
rlm@2: boy, isn’t he? But I don’t mind. It means he gets to be my model
rlm@2: alone.”
rlm@2: 	“Ano.. Tomoyo-chan, was there anything else you wanted me to try on
rlm@2: while I’m here?” Sakura interrupted. Though he wouldn’t admit it
rlm@2: unless Tomoyo prodded him, he did enjoy being Tomoyo’s model. His
rlm@2: mother had been a model for many years. Though he was a lot shyer
rlm@2: than his mother, he did enjoy modeling the pale girl’s outfits for
rlm@2: her. Especially with how thrilled Tomoyo always was to videotape him
rlm@2: in new things. It made him feel special to hear her in such delight.
rlm@2: Tomoyo made him feel special with everything she said and did. 
rlm@2: 	Her hand on her chin, Tomoyo stood in thought for a moment. “Well,
rlm@2: there is one more costume that I’ve nearly finished. It wouldn’t take
rlm@2: more than a few minutes to sew on the last bit.” She continued to
rlm@2: scratch her chin thoughtfully as she recorded her cute penguin
rlm@2: attired best friend. 
rlm@2: 	“That sounds great. I’ll just change out of this while I wait for
rlm@2: you to finish, Tomoyo-chan,” Sakura said energetically. It would be a
rlm@2: little awkward, he was sure, but it couldn’t be worse than the
rlm@2: penguin costume, adorable as it was. And if it made Tomoyo happy, so
rlm@2: much the better. Besides, he just wanted to do everything he could
rlm@2: for his eccentric friend. His heart swelled as he replayed the words
rlm@2: again and again in his head. ‘Tomoyo-chan, I have something I want to
rlm@2: tell you..’ he began again.
rlm@2: 	“All right. Thank you so much, Sakura-chan. I can’t wait to see you
rlm@2: in it! You’ll be so cute, I know it.” Bowing to Sakura, the pale girl
rlm@2: turned and led Sakura back into the house before disappearing into
rlm@2: her room. She was eager to see Sakura in her new costume. It was a
rlm@2: little different from the other ones she had made over the years, but
rlm@2: she had no doubt that Sakura would pull it off perfectly.
rlm@2: Sakura headed to the bathroom where his school uniform was still
rlm@2: waiting. He pulled the shorts on first, glad to be out of the goofy
rlm@2: albeit extremely cute penguin costume. It was nice to be a normal boy
rlm@2: again and not a lost penguin. Smiling, he pulled on his shirt as he
rlm@2: wondered what exotic design Tomoyo’s new design would be. 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Kawaii!! Sakura-chan is so pretty! You put all the girls to shame,
rlm@2: Sakura-chan!”
rlm@2: Sakura stared at the videocamera with a mortified look on his face.
rlm@2: He was in a beautiful blue dress with a long white apron, a la Alice
rlm@2: in Wonderland. Long, white stocking ran up his legs, disappearing
rlm@2: under the frilly skirt. He had cute pink ribbons in his hair and
rlm@2: small, pale blue gloves. “To..To..moyo-chan...” he got out weakly,
rlm@2: his face crimson as he finally worked up enough thought to try and
rlm@2: cover himself from the relentless camcorder. Tomoyo simply
rlm@2: sidestepped, getting a good look at his side. 
rlm@2: “I knew you’d make a beautiful girl, Sakura-chan,” Tomoyo said
rlm@2: excitedly, a hand resting on her cheek. “You’re even prettier than
rlm@2: all of the girls at school.” Sighing happily to herself, Tomoyo
rlm@2: reached down and smoothed out the skirt a little more. Her darling
rlm@2: Sakura made a very handsome boy, but he also made a gorgeous girl.
rlm@2: Blushing, Tomoyo stood back up to videotape some more. She wanted to
rlm@2: have plenty of this for later. Sakura was just too cute not to
rlm@2: capture every instant. 
rlm@2: “Do.. Do you really think so?” Sakura asked curiously, turning his
rlm@2: face to watch the pale girl. He blushed deeper when he saw her nod.
rlm@2: It was bizarre, certainly, but he found himself very happy to hear
rlm@2: that she thought he was prettier than the girls at school. It wasn’t
rlm@2: something he had ever thought about before, but it was nice to know
rlm@2: all the same. Especially if Tomoyo thought so. The lavender haired
rlm@2: girl disappeared out of his line of sight after a moment and he
rlm@2: whirled to catch sight of her, the long skirt flowing around him. He
rlm@2: blushed and held it down tightly, not wanting anything to get caught
rlm@2: on videotape. Tomoyo had given him a pair of panties to wear as well,
rlm@2: saying that it was to keep everything authentic. He blushed deeper as
rlm@2: he wondered if they were Tomoyo’s. He shook his head quickly, trying
rlm@2: to concentrate on the moment. But that wasn’t helping either. He was
rlm@2: currently dressed up in girls’ clothes, so thinking about the moment
rlm@2: probably wasn’t the way to go. 
rlm@2: “Of course I do. You’re so beautiful, Sakura-chan,” Tomoyo whispered
rlm@2: gently, brushing Sakura’s bangs away from his eyes. She smiled at
rlm@2: him, no more than a few inches away. He really did look like a girl.
rlm@2: If Tomoyo didn’t know better, she would have been sure he was. Her
rlm@2: mind was already fast at work on other cute designs for her friend.
rlm@2: This little experiment had proven a brilliant success. Sakura was
rlm@2: cute in boys’ clothes and girls’ clothes. It opened up Tomoyo’s
rlm@2: costume designs to as of yet unknown heights. She was already excited
rlm@2: with the possibilities. “You’ll have to let me videotape you wearing
rlm@2: one of my school uniforms sometime,” Tomoyo stated simply, drawing
rlm@2: another dark blush from the boy she loved. He was just so cute.
rlm@2: “Tomoyo-chan...” Sakura whined, unable to look away from Tomoyo’s
rlm@2: pretty lavender eyes. There was a small thrill about the whole thing.
rlm@2: Tomoyo obviously seemed to like it. Besides, wasn’t this the whole
rlm@2: reason he dressed up in Tomoyo’s designs anyway, because the dark
rlm@2: haired girl wanted him to? So how was this different from dressing up
rlm@2: as a penguin? Because he wasn’t crossdressing as the penguin! “This
rlm@2: isn’t much like dressing up as a penguin, Tomoyo-chan,” he said weakly.
rlm@2: The heiress looked thoughtful for a moment before smiling. “I never
rlm@2: said if you were a boy penguin or a girl penguin. You could have been
rlm@2: dressed as a girl penguin. In which case, it’s exactly the same
rlm@2: thing, Tomoyo surmised. Sakura simply sweatdropped as her reply.
rlm@2: Tomoyo sighed exquisitely at the beautiful sight before her. “I
rlm@2: always knew you were handsome, Sakura-chan. But you’re also gorgeous.” 
rlm@2: Sakura could only blush deeper in response, finally pulling his eyes
rlm@2: away from Tomoyo as he stared down at stocking clad legs and cute
rlm@2: buckled shoes. He could hear Tomoyo walking around him, videotaping
rlm@2: this whole disturbing event for later viewing. “Could you lay down on
rlm@2: your stomach? If you could lift a leg into the air and place your
rlm@2: chin in your hands when you do, that would be so cute!” she heard
rlm@2: Tomoyo say. Sighing deeply, Sakura went to comply with his best
rlm@2: friend’s request. At least no one would ever see this. His brother
rlm@2: would never let him hear the end of it if he only knew.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Finally back in his school uniform, Sakura sat on Tomoyo’s bed while
rlm@2: the lavender haired girl busily set about labeling her tape and
rlm@2: finding a spot for it amongst her huge collection of Sakura tapes.
rlm@2: Sakura was a little surprised to see himself all over his friend’s
rlm@2: room. This wasn’t his first time there, but he always found himself
rlm@2: surprised to see more and more of himself up whenever he went. There
rlm@2: were pictures of him all over as well as Tomoyo’s expansive videotape
rlm@2: collection. Her otherwise pristine desk was cluttered in only one
rlm@2: place, on Tomoyo desk with all of her costume designs. And even that
rlm@2: was an organized chaos. Everything seemed in place even as design
rlm@2: after design got stacked up on her desk. Sakura smiled as he saw a
rlm@2: picture of himself and Tomoyo in kimonos next to Tomoyo’s bed.
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s mother, Sonomi, had taken that picture a while back. Sakura
rlm@2: had been worried about how it would turn out, but Tomoyo had told him
rlm@2: that he was always cute so he shouldn’t worry about it. Turning to
rlm@2: look for his eccentric best friend, he could spy her kneeling before
rlm@2: her videotape collection, looking for the spot for her newest tape.
rlm@2: Tomoyo really was beautiful. Everything about her was so graceful,
rlm@2: almost as if it were all planned out. The pale girl looked so
rlm@2: delicate, her long lavender hair flowing behind her in those
rlm@2: beautiful pigtails. Sakura felt happy to be able to spend this time
rlm@2: with his friend. 
rlm@2: “When do you have to be home, Sakura-chan?” Tomoyo asked curiously
rlm@2: as she stood up and walked back towards the auburn haired boy. She
rlm@2: had known he was watching her, but hadn’t wanted to embarrass him
rlm@2: about it. And she was thrilled to have his eyes on her. She was
rlm@2: always happy to have his attention. 
rlm@2: “Probably pretty soon. It’s my night to cook because onii-chan has
rlm@2: to work.” Sakura sighed, his hands behind his head. He didn’t want to
rlm@2: go home. Staying with Tomoyo sounded infinitely better than making
rlm@2: dinner.
rlm@2: “I’ll make sure the limousine can take you back home, then. You ran
rlm@2: so hard at soccer that I’m surprised you can move at all anymore.”
rlm@2: Tomoyo smiled at her weary best friend, rubbing his shoulders gently.
rlm@2: Sakura blushed at Tomoyo’s touch, looking around the large room.
rlm@2: “Un, but I wanted to play my best because you were watching me. I
rlm@2: wanted it to be a good game for you.” Fidgeting a bit, Sakura looked
rlm@2: down at his shoe, trying to concentrate on anything other than the
rlm@2: girl behind him.
rlm@2: “You played really well, Sakura-chan. But I like watching all of
rlm@2: your games, even when you’re distracted,” Tomoyo chirped up brightly.
rlm@2: “You’re always so cute out there on the field, kicking the ball
rlm@2: around everywhere. I love watching you.” A soft sigh drifted to the
rlm@2: auburn haired boy’s ear as Tomoyo continued rubbing his shoulders. 
rlm@2: “Tomoyo-chan, there’s something I’ve been wanting to say for a
rlm@2: while,” Sakura got out nervously, finally getting himself to look up.
rlm@2: He turned to face Tomoyo, looking into her sparkling blue eyes. “I..
rlm@2: You’ve always been my best friend and.. It’s always so nice when
rlm@2: you..” Sakura bit his lip, trying to decide what to say. It had all
rlm@2: sounded so much easier in his thoughts on the drive up. 
rlm@2: Tomoyo tilted her head to the side thoughtfully as she watched
rlm@2: Sakura struggling. Her heart fluttered in her chest like a cloud of
rlm@2: butterflies as she slowly realized what Sakura was trying to say.
rlm@2: “Yes, Sakura-chan?” she asked helpfully. “You know you can tell me
rlm@2: anything.” ‘And if you want to tell me what I think you do, then
rlm@2: there is absolutely nothing for you to fear because I love you with
rlm@2: all of my heart.’
rlm@2: “I really, really like you, Tomoyo-chan,” Sakura got out at last,
rlm@2: his cheeks flushing as he looked at her. It took all of his will to
rlm@2: keep from averting his gaze. “More than anything or anyone. I’m just
rlm@2: so happy when I’m with you. I always feel so.. hanyaan. And I’ve been
rlm@2: thinking a lot since you gave me the teddy bear and all and I was
rlm@2: hoping that you might feel the same way and..” Sakura finally paused
rlm@2: to take a breath. “Will you go out with me, Tomoyo-chan?” His heart
rlm@2: froze as he waited for a reply. His reply came in the form of
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s arms wrapping tightly around him. A slow smile spread across
rlm@2: his face as he relaxed against the lavender haired girl.
rlm@2: “I would love to go out with you, Sakura-chan! More than anything
rlm@2: else in the world. Of course I like you. I always have. I’ve always
rlm@2: loved you, Sakura-chan.” Tomoyo’s heart nearly burst with the love
rlm@2: that wanted to escape to Sakura at the auburn haired boy’s lovely
rlm@2: words. She hugged him tightly, sighing. It was like the most
rlm@2: beautiful dream imaginable come true. She had hoped that she might be
rlm@2: Sakura’s special someone, that she might be the one to make him
rlm@2: happy. And now that he had spoken it, she felt deliriously happy, as
rlm@2: if she had been placed directly in the path of a tornado. It swept
rlm@2: her up with rapid and intense force, throwing her around in its
rlm@2: strength and ferocity. “Oh, Sakura-chan..” Tomoyo whispered
rlm@2: delightedly. 
rlm@2: “Tomoyo-chan.. Arigato gozimasu!” Sakura stood up quickly, smiling
rlm@2: brightly. “I’ll try to come up with some place nice to take you, I
rlm@2: promise,” he said, bowing.
rlm@2: “I’ll be happy to go anywhere with you,” Tomoyo responded with her
rlm@2: trademark smile. 
rlm@2: Sakura blushed and nodded quickly. “Un.. I’ll see you tomorrow,
rlm@2: Tomoyo-chan! Thank you!!” He hugged the pale girl again, fighting the
rlm@2: urge to stay that way when Tomoyo’s hands began stroking his back
rlm@2: warmly. But he knew if he stayed he would never be home in time to
rlm@2: finish dinner. And he was had to find the perfect place to take
rlm@2: Tomoyo on their date. Determination glinting in his eyes, he smiled
rlm@2: to Tomoyo before heading to the door. “Bye, Tomoyo-chan!!”
rlm@2: “Goodnight, Sakura-chan!” Tomoyo waved to the athletic boy as he
rlm@2: hurried out her door. Sighing deliciously, Tomoyo collapsed on her
rlm@2: bed. Sakura had asked her out. He had finally asked her out. Her one,
rlm@2: true love liked her. Life was, indeed, full of very pleasant
rlm@2: surprises, especially when Sakura was involved. “Hanyaan,” she
rlm@2: whispered, taking a cue from Sakura. 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “He really is cute in a dress,” Sonomi admitted, tilting her head to
rlm@2: the side. “He doesn’t look much like Nadeshiko-chan, but those eyes
rlm@2: are so much like hers. You can tell he’s her daughter. I mean, her
rlm@2: son.” The elder Daidouji woman shook her head as she sat with her
rlm@2: daughter, watching the younger girl’s latest tape. Sonomi often
rlm@2: enjoyed watching them with Tomoyo, thrilled to get a glimpse of
rlm@2: Nadeshiko’s youngest son. Nadeshiko’s curious eccentricities even
rlm@2: showed through in her son’s strange name. And aside from getting
rlm@2: glimpses of Nadeshiko’s child, it was the perfect time to spend
rlm@2: together with her own daughter. 
rlm@2: “Hai, very cute. I want to see if he’ll let me videotape him in my
rlm@2: school uniform,” Tomoyo commented, brushing back some dark hair from
rlm@2: her eyes. She was still in a daze about earlier, but she had been
rlm@2: eager to show her latest video to her mother. She was certain Sonomi
rlm@2: would enjoy it the same way she did. “He makes a very cute girl.” Her
rlm@2: hand went to her chin thoughtfully. “He makes a very cute girl and a
rlm@2: very cute boy. Sakura-chan is cute no matter which gender he is.”
rlm@2: Sonomi laughed softly as she watched the camera angle change. “I’d
rlm@2: have to say he’s a little cuter as a girl. If he wasn’t standing so
rlm@2: awkwardly it would be impossible to tell. Maybe you can make him
rlm@2: dress that way after you start dating. And I think it would be
rlm@2: adorable if you can videotape him in your school uniform. You’ll have
rlm@2: to show me that tape as soon as you get it.”
rlm@2: “Hai, okaa-sama. I hope I can get it soon myself. And it would be
rlm@2: cute if he’d let me dress him like that on our dates. But I’ll
rlm@2: probably have to wait a little while before he will. Sakura-chan can
rlm@2: be so shy, so I want to wait a little while. I’m just so happy to be
rlm@2: dating him in the first place. He’s so perfect. I love him so much.”
rlm@2: Watching her lovesick daughter, Sonomi smiled. She was happy to see
rlm@2: Tomoyo in love. It reminded her so much of when she had been younger
rlm@2: with her cousin, Sakura’s mother, Nadeshiko. And seeing her daughter
rlm@2: so excited did her heart good. Her daughter’s happiness was one of
rlm@2: the most important things to her. It was so nice to see her about to
rlm@2: start dating. And Nadeshiko’s son, no less. It was almost like Fate
rlm@2: had arranged the whole thing. So maybe Sonomi could stop hating Fate
rlm@2: so much. Maybe just a little bit. “I know, dear. I know.” Sonomi
rlm@2: pulled Tomoyo to her side, feeling Tomoyo’s heart beating swiftly.
rlm@2: Bending down, she kissed her daughter’s forehead, resting her head on
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s as she went back to watching the tape. 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: “Hoe...” Pacing the length of his room, Sakura nearly walked
rlm@2: directly into the wall. Reeling back, the startled boy’s shoulders
rlm@2: slumped and a sigh escaped him. His thoughts were moving along the
rlm@2: same lines as his body, moving all around but getting nowhere but
rlm@2: dead ends. Flopping down on his bed, the auburn haired boy stared up
rlm@2: at the rood. He’d been struggling with his thoughts for the past two
rlm@2: hours. Giddiness still burst through him whenever he thought back to
rlm@2: the fact that his angelic best friend had agreed to go out with him.
rlm@2: But that only strengthened his determination to find the perfect
rlm@2: place to take her. But where? What could be perfect for a date with
rlm@2: such a perfect girl? ‘I’ll be happy to go anywhere with you,’ Tomoyo
rlm@2: had said. And Sakura didn’t doubt the eccentric heiress for a moment.
rlm@2: But he couldn’t let that stop him from finding out where to take his
rlm@2: new girlfriend.  Clenching his fists and narrowing his vision, Sakura
rlm@2: got back to work.
rlm@2: “This is too hard! I can’t think of anything. Tomoyo-chan is so much
rlm@2: better at these things than I am,” Sakura lamented just a short time
rlm@2: later. And it was true. Tomoyo was usually the one to invite him
rlm@2: places or the one who could figure out difficult details such as the
rlm@2: one Sakura found himself pondering. He knew that she could think up
rlm@2: someplace for the two of them to go. But that was his job, wasn’t it?
rlm@2: Or was it? The lavender haired girl always did such a better job at
rlm@2: figuring these kinds of things out, even if it did get him in some
rlm@2: awkward situations like the penguin fiasco earlier. But still... He
rlm@2: had asked her out. He should come up with where he was going to take
rlm@2: her. He couldn’t exactly call her up and ask her to decide for him. 
rlm@2: Rolling onto his stomach, Sakura hugged his pillow, his legs moving
rlm@2: absentmindedly in the air. A movie? No, that didn’t sound good. How
rlm@2: often did they really go to movies anyway? Dinner? Where would they
rlm@2: go? Touya might know a few good places with how often he worked at
rlm@2: restaurants, but Sakura doubted he had the money to afford anything
rlm@2: really nice. A picnic in the park? But they already did that all the
rlm@2: time. What would be special about that? Only... It always felt
rlm@2: special when they would go together, just the two of them. They would
rlm@2: sit and talk for hours, watching the beautiful world around them and
rlm@2: just enjoying each other’s company. And Tomoyo was so sweet and
rlm@2: gentle. She would listen carefully to everything Sakura had to say,
rlm@2: always helpful with whatever was on his mind. And she always said the
rlm@2: nicest things, even if they were embarrassing. 
rlm@2: “I said, ‘What’s too hard?’. You know I can figure it out, whatever
rlm@2: it is. I’m good at these things,” Kero stated confidently as he
rlm@2: floated down onto Sakura’s bed, his arms crossed. “C’mon, Sakura-
rlm@2: chan. You can tell me.”
rlm@2: Sweatdropping, Sakura looked back at the Seal Beast curiously. Is
rlm@2: help generally wasn’t as helpful as Tomoyo’s. What he lacked in
rlm@2: genuine helpfulness, he sure made up for with self-confidence. “I’m
rlm@2: trying to decide where to take Tomoyo-chan on our date,” he said
rlm@2: quickly, his cheeks reddening as he buried his face into her pillow. 
rlm@2: “Huh? I have no idea how you can make Tomoyo-chan late. Hmm...” The
rlm@2: Seal Beast contemplated Sakura’s muffled concerns, scratching his
rlm@2: chin with one tiny paw. “You could always steal her shoes. Or lock
rlm@2: her in a broom closet. Or I could distract her. Depends what you need
rlm@2: her late for.”
rlm@2: “Date! Date!! I need to decide where to take Tomoyo-chan on our
rlm@2: date!” Sakura repeated, sitting up and hoisting the pillow above his
rlm@2: head in case the floating teddy bear decided to joke about the
rlm@2: situation. His cheeks darkened considerably as he saw the sly grin
rlm@2: spread across Kero’s face. 
rlm@2: “Date, you say? Well, if there’s one thing the mighty Cereberus
rlm@2: knows, it’s a thing or two about love. Just listen to me and you’ll
rlm@2: be reaching first, second, and third base in no time! Hell, with my
rlm@2: advice, you’ll be hitting field goals and scoring bogeys!” Kero
rlm@2: grinned as he walked up to Sakura, nudging him in the side. The
rlm@2: Cardmaster had no idea what Kero was talking about, but his blush
rlm@2: worsened nonetheless. “Boy, have you come to the right place. Because
rlm@2: I’m not only the Beast of the Seal, I’m the Beast of Love.” His tiny
rlm@2: eyebrows raised up and down suggestively as he looked up at the green
rlm@2: eyed boy.
rlm@2: Before Sakura could respond to Kero’s delusions of grandeur, the
rlm@2: door burst open. Touya looked into the room, spotting Sakura on the
rlm@2: bed. Kero collapsed by Sakura’s side, lying lifeless in the hopes
rlm@2: that Sakura’s older brother hadn’t heard them talking. “Umm... Hi,
rlm@2: onii-chan. What’s wrong? If this is about the dishes, it’s your day.
rlm@2: I checked.” He smiled, pulling Kero onto his lap as he waited for his
rlm@2: older brother to either agree or make some outrageous claim about it
rlm@2: being Sakura’s day for the dishes. But he’d glanced at the schedule
rlm@2: and he was sure. Reasonably sure, at any rate.
rlm@2: Touya closed the door behind him after he entered the room. He paced
rlm@2: back and forth for a moment as if trying to decide what to say. He
rlm@2: finally sat on the bed and stared at his younger brother fixedly for
rlm@2: a long moment. Sakura returned his gaze uneasily for a bit before
rlm@2: looking away. “So you’re going on a date?”
rlm@2: Sakura’s face immediately darkened once more at Touya’s question. It
rlm@2: sounded more like an accusation than a question at the moment. He
rlm@2: looked around, his cheeks flushed as he tried to think of a suitable
rlm@2: answer. Finally giving up that venue, Sakura nodded in agreement. He
rlm@2: needed to remember not to talk so loud with Kero when Touya was home.
rlm@2: “With Tomoyo-chan?”
rlm@2: Again Sakura nodded, feeling more and more embarrassed as time went
rlm@2: by. What did Touya want? Was he there to tease him about it? Why did
rlm@2: he care who his younger brother was dating? 
rlm@2: “I thought so. It’s obvious she likes you. I was waiting for you to
rlm@2: get the hint,” Touya said matter-of-factly. He watched in amusement
rlm@2: as Sakura’s embarrassment quickly changed to a frown, his younger
rlm@2: brother squeezing the stuffed animal in his arms tightly.
rlm@2: “I’m not that dense. I’ve known it for a while. She did give me that
rlm@2: teddy bear and all,” Sakura argued, squeezing poor Kero in his
rlm@2: frustration. His brother always got him riled up like this. Oh, if he
rlm@2: was only taller than him...
rlm@2: “Sure...” Touya said unconvincingly, raising an eyebrow. He knew how
rlm@2: dense his little brother could be at times. It was a surprise that he
rlm@2: ever figured it out. But that wasn’t the point at the moment.
rlm@2: “Doesn’t matter. You finally figured it out. I’m proud of you,
rlm@2: monsters. And you asked her out at that? So you’re ready to go on
rlm@2: your first date?” Despite his usual arguments with Sakura, he really
rlm@2: did care for his little brother’s well being. He just showed it in an
rlm@2: odd way at times. And since his father wasn’t here to offer Sakura
rlm@2: some friendly dating advice, he would have to fill in. At Sakura’s
rlm@2: quick nods, Touya continued. “So you don’t know where to take her?”
rlm@2: Again, a nod. “Here.” The older boy tossed a paper to Sakura, the
rlm@2: auburn haired boy immediately picking it up. “It’s a festival. Tomoyo-
rlm@2: chan probably would’ve invited you there in a few days anyway. She
rlm@2: always does. Why not make it a date? Besides, she’ll look cute all
rlm@2: dressed up in a yukata, so you might as well have an excuse for
rlm@2: whatever you wind up doing with her behind the trees.” Touya smirked
rlm@2: before pain shot through his leg. Sakura’s foot remained planted
rlm@2: against his leg where he had kicked him. 
rlm@2: “Onii-chan...” Sakura growled, his eyes narrowed. Touya’s eyes
rlm@2: narrowed as well as the two brothers stared each other down, one
rlm@2: being considerably taller than the other. But Sakura either didn’t
rlm@2: notice or didn’t care. Just as quickly as his ire had appeared, it
rlm@2: faded away as Sakura took another glance at the flier. “That might be
rlm@2: a good idea. It would be fun. And it would be a nice place to take
rlm@2: Tomoyo-chan. Maybe I can win her a prize or something, too.”
rlm@2: “Yeah, you never know. Yuki and I already planned on going, so I
rlm@2: figured the two of you would probably be there as well. And it works
rlm@2: well enough. Maybe if you’re busy making eyes at Tomoyo, you’ll stop
rlm@2: making them at Yuki,” Touya reasoned, his head tilted to the side for
rlm@2: a moment. He grinned as Sakura crossed his arms, fuming.
rlm@2: “It’s not like that! Yukito-san’s just... Ohhh!! Onii-chan!!” Sakura
rlm@2: humphed and stared at his older brother again. He didn’t know why his
rlm@2: older brother always teased him about Yukito. The older boy was very
rlm@2: nice, much nicer than his older brother, and it was fun to be around
rlm@2: him. Not unlike Tomoyo, in fact. But it wasn’t the exact same thing.
rlm@2: Aside from Yukito being a boy, he didn’t have that same feeling of
rlm@2: love and warmth that encompassed Sakura whenever he was with Tomoyo.
rlm@2: But it was pointless explaining it all to Touya, especially when he
rlm@2: was too embarrassed about the whole thing to come up with a good
rlm@2: argument. 
rlm@2: Putting an arm around his younger brother, Touya drew the younger
rlm@2: boy closer. “All right, you better listen up, Sakura-chan. There are
rlm@2: some things you need to know before your date.”
rlm@2: Sweatdropping, Sakura wondered if he would’ve been better off with
rlm@2: Kero’s talk. 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Licking his dry lips, Sakura slowly reached out for the doorknob.
rlm@2: His hand shook lightly as he grasped the doorknob, his palms sweaty.
rlm@2: His brows furrowed as he tried to concentrate, to push off the
rlm@2: nervousness that toyed with him. This was his first date. He was
rlm@2: about to go out with his best friend. What would change after this?
rlm@2: What would happen? Well, only one way to find out, right? Steeling
rlm@2: himself, Sakura opened the door. The sight that awaited him took his
rlm@2: breath away. “Tomoyo-chan...” he whispered, catching eye of the pale
rlm@2: beauty before him. “You’re... gorgeous...” Emerald eyes studied the
rlm@2: stunning figure before him. Beautiful pale skin looked to have an
rlm@2: ethereal glow all it’s own wherever it peaked out of the yukata, both
rlm@2: at Tomoyo’s arms and her pretty face. Her long, lavender hair was
rlm@2: done up in elegant braids, spilling down her back. Shimmering stormy
rlm@2: blue eyes shined luminously. Her small body shifted gracefully as the
rlm@2: angelic girl bowed before Sakura. Her long hair pooled to one side
rlm@2: before she stood back up, the precious silken strands falling back
rlm@2: into place. 
rlm@2: “Thank you very much, Sakura-chan. You look very handsome. I wish I
rlm@2: had my camcorder with me.” One of Tomoyo’s pale hands went to her
rlm@2: flushed cheeks as she sighed, watching Sakura intently. She had
rlm@2: struggled with the decision of whether or not to take the camcorder
rlm@2: with her for the past few days but had finally decided against it.
rlm@2: She immediately regretted it upon seeing her prince all dressed up in
rlm@2: a yukata. What a darling picture it would have made!
rlm@2: “You look just like mother,” Touya said after a moment’s pause. He
rlm@2: had come to the door to wish the two a goodnight as he waited for
rlm@2: Yukito to arrive, but had been astonished by the figure at the door.
rlm@2: It was like one of the pictures of his mother from long ago brought
rlm@2: to life. He had originally thought it was his mother’s spirit
rlm@2: visiting them again, but only the stormy blue eyes had given away the
rlm@2: figure’s true identity. 
rlm@2: Sakura was about to protest his brother’s statement, but he had to
rlm@2: admit that Tomoyo certainly looked similar to the photos he had seen.
rlm@2: He couldn’t remember his mother well, as she had died when he had
rlm@2: only been three years old, but Tomoyo had the same captivating
rlm@2: appeal, the same delicate beauty. “Hai...” Sakura shook himself out
rlm@2: of his trance quickly, noticing the odd way Touya was staring at
rlm@2: Tomoyo. Taking Tomoyo’s hand quickly, Sakura stared at her brother
rlm@2: before stepping outside with her. “Bye, onii-chan!” he said quickly.
rlm@2: He didn’t want to share Tomoyo with anyone tonight, not even for
rlm@2: glimpses of their mother. He wanted to be alone with her on this
rlm@2: special night of theirs. He smiled softly at the beautiful girl in
rlm@2: front of him, nearly melting at the pretty smile she granted him in
rlm@2: return. “Tomoyo-chan.” It took him a long moment to realize he was
rlm@2: staring again. Looking down sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his
rlm@2: head. “We should probably get going now, huh?”
rlm@2: “If that’s what Sakura-chan wants to do,” Tomoyo replied, soft
rlm@2: fingers entwining with the auburn haired boy’s. He was so cute. And
rlm@2: the way he had looked at her sent a trill through Tomoyo’s heart. A
rlm@2: date with Sakura. It was finally happening. The heiress had to
rlm@2: struggle to remain in the here and now, already thinking about things
rlm@2: like marriage and children and mountain sized piles of videotape. But
rlm@2: even with the sweet little secrets the future hinted at, the present
rlm@2: was a very pleasant place to be. It was right with Sakura, right
rlm@2: where she always wanted to be. 
rlm@2: Sakura nodded quickly, his cheeks still tinted pink. “Yeah, we’ll
rlm@2: just go.” He laughed a little nervously, but it slowly began to fade
rlm@2: away as Tomoyo nodded her agreement, still holding his hand. He
rlm@2: smiled happily at his best friend, for once feeling the genuine
rlm@2: elation of the night in full without the worrisome nervousness that
rlm@2: had accompanied so much of the past several days. The two slowly
rlm@2: began walking, leaving the limousine that had dropped Tomoyo off at
rlm@2: Sakura’s house as well as Tomoyo’s bodyguards far behind. Sakura was
rlm@2: surprised at how easy this all felt. He had thought that this would
rlm@2: be such a difficult thing, being on a date with Tomoyo. But it was
rlm@2: still Tomoyo. He still felt comfortable with her, happy and warm.
rlm@2: Things had changed only subtly. He saw Tomoyo in a new light, not
rlm@2: just as his kindly best friend, but as his beautiful angel. Yes, they
rlm@2: were on a date. But that really wasn’t all that different from what
rlm@2: they had been doing all of these years. The only difference was that
rlm@2: now Sakura knew where his heart lay. And it was an intoxicating
rlm@2: experience. He could feel Tomoyo’s love for what it was rather than
rlm@2: the curious thing he had wondered about for so long. And his own
rlm@2: heart reveled under the attention, blooming like a lovely flower
rlm@2: under its tender yet deep touch. It all gave so many new layers to
rlm@2: just being with Tomoyo, all of them exciting for the master of the
rlm@2: Cards.
rlm@2: Tomoyo once again bemoaned her lack of a camcorder as she watched
rlm@2: Sakura out of the corner of her eye. Her free hand rested on her
rlm@2: cheek as she sighed joyously. Had she died? Was she dreaming? Or was
rlm@2: this a taste of heaven? If it was, Tomoyo could think of no better
rlm@2: way to spend eternity than with the boy who had so effortlessly
rlm@2: captured her heart. She would have to personally thank whatever God
rlm@2: or Goddess reigned over this world for crafting such a lovely soul as
rlm@2: her darling Sakura. Usually content simply with recording Sakura’s
rlm@2: life, Tomoyo found herself exhilarated at the prospect of actually
rlm@2: sharing in it, tasting it so closely rather than from behind the
rlm@2: camera. It was new and uncharted territory, something that existed
rlm@2: only in her dreams up till now. But with Sakura gently leading her,
rlm@2: she had no fear as she stepped out hand in hand with her love into
rlm@2: the movie of Sakura’s life. Not being born with magic, the lavender
rlm@2: haired girl couldn’t sense it the way her best friend could. But she
rlm@2: felt a different magic as they continued along, one that immersed her
rlm@2: heart and soul deeper than any other form of magic ever could. Like
rlm@2: an entire ocean, it swelled and encompassed her, holding her tightly
rlm@2: in its depths. It was almost too much, an emotional overload of pure,
rlm@2: unadulterated joy. Tomoyo felt as if she were drowning in it, her
rlm@2: heart nearly ready to burst. Smiling a sparkling, genuine smile,
rlm@2: Tomoyo rested her head on Sakura’s shoulder, her long braids draping
rlm@2: down across the two of them. 
rlm@2: Blushing faintly, Sakura continued along towards the festival, his
rlm@2: mind going blank. Tomoyo’s long, dark hair lay across his shoulder
rlm@2: and down the left side of his back, swaying gently as they moved. The
rlm@2: heiress’s cute head was resting pleasantly on his shoulder,
rlm@2: distracting him. The two walked along, hand in hand in a much closer
rlm@2: proximity that they usually did. The poor auburn hair kept blushing
rlm@2: as he tried to get a handle on his thoughts. It certainly felt nice
rlm@2: to have Tomoyo so close, to have his best friend so near. He could
rlm@2: hear his heartbeat ringing in his ears, almost frightening him that
rlm@2: it would give away his nervousness. But even faced with such a new
rlm@2: and potentially terrifying situation, Sakura could still feel
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s effusive love wrapping like silk ribbons around his heart,
rlm@2: binding his soul as thoroughly as he himself bound the Cards. It
rlm@2: was... wonderful. Having Tomoyo so close was a new experience, but it
rlm@2: was a beautiful one. The heiress felt so soft and delicate next to
rlm@2: him. ‘I knew Sakura-chan would come and save me,’ Tomoyo had once
rlm@2: said. ‘Of course I would. I’d always have to save my Tomoyo-chan. I
rlm@2: can’t ever let anything bad happen to her,’ Sakura thought to
rlm@2: himself. ‘Besides, if I didn’t, Sonomi-sama would kill me.’ He
rlm@2: sweatdropped at the latter, remembering Tomoyo’s mother’s phone call
rlm@2: the night before. Sakura had lost track of how many times he had
rlm@2: promised to look after Tomoyo for the elder of the Daidouji women. 
rlm@2: Almost too soon, the young lovers finally came across the festival.
rlm@2: Lights sparkled brightly against the dark backdrop of the darkening
rlm@2: night as elegantly dressed boys and girls hurried about, playing
rlm@2: games and enjoying themselves about the festival grounds. It was
rlm@2: something the two had gone to often enough before, but never under
rlm@2: the context of a date. It left Sakura with a puzzled feeling of where
rlm@2: to begin and what to do. Tomoyo simply smiled at Sakura’s curious
rlm@2: look, squeezing his hand gently with her soft fingers. That lessened
rlm@2: the genki boy’s nerves as he returned her smile. People moved past
rlm@2: the cute couple like a busy stream, flowing past them on all sides.
rlm@2: Sakura pulled Tomoyo closer as people swept past, trying not to get
rlm@2: pulled along in the current. Still trying to decide where to go,
rlm@2: Sakura’s jade eyes fell upon a booth selling food. His stomach seemed
rlm@2: to think it was a great idea. While nowhere near as bad as the
rlm@2: perpetually hungry Kero and Yukito, Sakura had forsaken eating
rlm@2: earlier when his nervous stomach had refused to hold anything. But
rlm@2: now that he was finally with Tomoyo, his stomach reawakened. “Would
rlm@2: you like something to eat?” Sakura asked, turning to the dark haired
rlm@2: girl. 
rlm@2: The petite girl shook her head prettily, her dark hair moving back
rlm@2: and forth as she did. She wasn’t hungry herself, but she could
rlm@2: practically hear Sakura’s stomach even above the cacophony of the
rlm@2: festival. “No, that’s all right, Sakura-chan. I’m not very hungry.
rlm@2: What would you like to eat?” She followed emerald eyes to one of the
rlm@2: stands and slowly began towards it when a small gap in the large
rlm@2: crowd formed. The two waited, pressed tightly together as other
rlm@2: people continued to line up at the delicious smell wafting out from
rlm@2: the stand. Tomoyo brushed back lavender hair from her eyes with her
rlm@2: free hand to get a better look of her companion. Stormy blue eyes
rlm@2: watched the energetic auburn haired boy as he looked around
rlm@2: curiously. The heiress sighed happily, taking Sakura’s hand with both
rlm@2: of her own. Her fingers trailed over their entwined fingers, enjoying
rlm@2: the soft skin under her touch. He was so cute. There was something
rlm@2: almost feminine about him, which the heiress found very adorable.
rlm@2: Tomoyo loved to watch him, as evidenced by her collection of
rlm@2: videotape. She loved everything about the overemotional boy and
rlm@2: wanted to capture it all on film. As Sakura finally got the food he’d
rlm@2: been waiting for, the two began to move along through the beautiful
rlm@2: festival grounds. Sakura looked around at the well decorated
rlm@2: surroundings while Tomoyo’s attention remained solely captive of the
rlm@2: green eyed boy. After all, she thought to herself, he was far more
rlm@2: fascinating than the most amazing festival. 
rlm@2: Nibbling on the meat bun he had bought, Sakura walked hand in hand
rlm@2: with Tomoyo past the different festivities. His mind wandered as they
rlm@2: walked. He could remember some exciting things that had happened at
rlm@2: festivals in his life, but this was completely different. It seemed
rlm@2: that important things often happened at them, several Clow Cards
rlm@2: having shown up nearby over the time he had been capturing them.
rlm@2: Throughout it all, Tomoyo had been his constant companion and
rlm@2: confidante, helping him and videotaping him and outfitting him with
rlm@2: the cutest and most ridiculous looking costumes imaginable. And here
rlm@2: they were once more. But this wasn’t exactly the same thing as it had
rlm@2: once been. He felt a warm glow inside of himself at the thought. No,
rlm@2: this wasn’t the same old thing at all. He felt overwhelmed by the
rlm@2: moment, by his beautiful best friend holding his hand. He felt energy
rlm@2: welling up inside with nowhere to go. He felt so happy to be there
rlm@2: with her. Squeezing Tomoyo’s hand tightly, Sakura grinned at the pale
rlm@2: girl. All of the concern he’d had about this night felt completely
rlm@2: worth it if only for that single moment. “Tomoyo-chan, I...” Sakura
rlm@2: began, unsure of exactly what he wanted to say, but knowing he needed
rlm@2: to do something before his heart burst. 
rlm@2: “Hi, Sakura-chan! Tomoyo-chan!” Chiharu called out to the two,
rlm@2: Yamazaki in tow. She waved to the two as she approached, glad to see
rlm@2: someone that she recognized amongst the sea of people. “How are you
rlm@2: doing?” she asked as they came to a stop in front of them. 
rlm@2: “Hi, Chiharu-chan!” Sakura intoned happily. “We’re fine. We’re just
rlm@2: trying to decide what to do now.” Finishing off his meat bun, he
rlm@2: licked his fingers clean before smiling at the two. 
rlm@2: “Sakura-chan’s never been on a date before and neither have I, so
rlm@2: we’re both trying to figure things out. Do you have any suggestions,
rlm@2: Chiharu-chan?” Tomoyo’s melodious voice sang amidst the banter of the
rlm@2: crowd. Smiling politely, the pale girl tilted her head to the side.
rlm@2: Even with her eyes close, she could tell that Sakura was blushing
rlm@2: deeply. Yes, life was good indeed. 
rlm@2: “Oh, so Sakura-chan finally asked you out? What a shame. I heard
rlm@2: that Li-kun was going to ask you. But that’s not a problem. In
rlm@2: Antarctica, women can have as many as ten husbands at a time. So you
rlm@2: just have to move there, Tomoyo-chan.” Yamazaki nodded, his ever-
rlm@2: present smile plastered on his face despite the look that Chiharu
rlm@2: shot him. He hugged a pink rabbit tightly and grinned more, waiting
rlm@2: for Chiharu to either correct him or hit him in the arm. He was used
rlm@2: to it by now. She’d been doing it since they were little kids anyway.
rlm@2: Besides, it was cute. 
rlm@2: “Really? That’s all right, though. Sakura-chan’s the only husband I
rlm@2: want, so I think I’ll stay here in Japan,” Tomoyo replied, her stormy
rlm@2: blue eyes blinking open as she continued smiling her trademark smile.
rlm@2: She turned to Sakura, delighting at his ever darker blush.
rlm@2: “So you’re finally dating? Darn. Rika-chan wins the pool, then. We
rlm@2: were wondering when you finally would.” Chiharu frowned for a moment,
rlm@2: staring at Yamazaki before turning back to the other couple. “I don’t
rlm@2: think I can give any advice. Things just kinda happen. That’s how
rlm@2: relationships go, I suppose. Even if it would be nice if they made
rlm@2: more sense sometimes.” Sighing, she brushed back some curly hair. 
rlm@2: Watching the pink bunny in Yamazaki’s arms, Sakura felt his
rlm@2: curiosity gnawing at him. “Where did you get that, Yamazaki-kun?”
rlm@2: 	“This? His name is ‘Elephant’. Chiharu-chan won it for me at that
rlm@2: booth over there. Chiharu-chan is very good at hitting things.” 
rlm@2: 	Chiharu sweatdropped. Yamazaki was very often a pathological liar,
rlm@2: but for once she didn’t need to correct him. Of course, she could
rlm@2: detect a hint of humor in his voice about the last part of it. “Yeah,
rlm@2: it’s not that hard. They have some nice prizes back there. I collect
rlm@2: stuffed animals, so I like to pick up some things whenever I go to
rlm@2: places like this.”
rlm@2: 	“Sugoi! Thanks!” Sakura smiled as he waved to the two, hurrying
rlm@2: with Tomoyo close behind. It sounded perfect. What better way to
rlm@2: remember their first date than a cute little stuffed animal? It did
rlm@2: sound romantic. All he had to do was win something cute for the pale
rlm@2: heiress. His emerald eyes burned with an enthusiastic determination
rlm@2: as they hurried towards the booth. Unfortunately, someone was already
rlm@2: there, a large pile of stuffed animals next to him. 
rlm@2: 	“I want that one next, Syaoran!” A Chinese girl pointed excitedly
rlm@2: towards a large bear in the back of the booth. Meiling stood guard
rlm@2: over the large pile of stuffed animals at her feet. She didn’t notice
rlm@2: the approaching couple, nor did she care. She was on a date with
rlm@2: Syaoran. That was all that mattered to her at the moment. And woe to
rlm@2: anyone who decided to get in her way. But for the moment, her
rlm@2: attention was focussed specifically on her fiance winning another
rlm@2: prize for her. She could easily win them herself, but what was the
rlm@2: point in that? She wanted them to come from Syaoran. Then they would
rlm@2: be fit to decorate her room because they would come from the boy she
rlm@2: loved. “Great job, Syaoran!” she cried out as the bear quickly joined
rlm@2: the rest of the captive stuffed animals. She hugged the boy from
rlm@2: behind, squeezing him tightly. 
rlm@2: 	Syaoran sighed as he pulled up a handful of rings again. “Which one
rlm@2: do you want this time, Meiling?” He didn’t like being out here with
rlm@2: all these people. He wasn’t an overly social person. Staying home
rlm@2: would have been a perfectly fine night for him, but Meiling had
rlm@2: insisted they go to the festival. She did seem to be enjoying
rlm@2: herself. And she did look cute in the small, blue Chinese dress she
rlm@2: wore. So maybe it wasn’t all bad. But Syaoran found himself pouring
rlm@2: himself into the games rather than bothering with the social part of
rlm@2: the whole setting. It was much easier to focus on the competition
rlm@2: than the people. “Hello, Li-kun!” a voice piped up cheerfully near
rlm@2: his ear. Turning to spy the owner of the voice, Syaoran frowned in
rlm@2: irritation. Who was trying to distract him? He didn’t feel like
rlm@2: dealing with whoever it was at the moment. He turned to glare at the
rlm@2: intruder, but his cheeks flushed as he saw Sakura’s smiling face. He
rlm@2: quickly looked away, back towards the booth. Sakura was one of his
rlm@2: only friends at the school. Meiling was his best friend, of course,
rlm@2: but Sakura was one of his only male friends. Sure, there was
rlm@2: Yamazaki, but they were more acquaintances than friends. But Sakura
rlm@2: was nice to him. Even after he had been such an asshole to the naïve
rlm@2: Cardcaptor at first. And his increase in magical power had attracted
rlm@2: him the same way Yukito’s magic had. Tomoyo must have noticed,
rlm@2: because she had mentioned it every now and then. It embarrassed him
rlm@2: greatly, though not quite as much as some of what Meiling did at
rlm@2: school. 
rlm@2: 	“Wow!! You’ve done a great job, Li-kun!” Sakura looked at the huge
rlm@2: pile of prizes Syaoran had won and the nearly bare walls of the booth
rlm@2: he was playing at. “Could I try? I want to win something for Tomoyo-
rlm@2: chan.” He smiled happily at the Chinese boy, Tomoyo by her side. He
rlm@2: finally had some idea of where all that energy could go, of what to
rlm@2: do about the building feelings inside of himself. And he could get
rlm@2: something for Tomoyo on top of all that. Apparently Syaoran had
rlm@2: thought the same thing. And Meiling looked very happy about it all.
rlm@2: Sakura could see a superdeformed Tomoyo in his mind, hugging some
rlm@2: cute stuffed animal tightly. Smiling determinedly, Sakura tried to
rlm@2: spot something to aim for. 
rlm@2: 	Syaoran nodded dumbly, handing the rings over to Sakura. He thought
rlm@2: about trying to win a prize to give to the other boy, but with
rlm@2: Meiling present, he estimated that he would only live approximately
rlm@2: two seconds after giving it to Sakura. Hardly enough time to see how
rlm@2: the other boy would react. Sighing, he let his fiance drag him back
rlm@2: from the booth and into a tight embrace. Feeling his frown disappear
rlm@2: as Meiling rested against him, Syaoran watched the auburn haired boy
rlm@2: getting ready to try. He would move to the next booth himself, but he
rlm@2: didn’t know if Meiling was done with this one or not. 
rlm@2: 	Focusing on the task at hand, Sakura gripped onto one of the rings
rlm@2: in front of him. Being pretty athletic, he was pretty good with most
rlm@2: physical things. Tomoyo had once said that he could have even made
rlm@2: the cheerleading team had he wanted to. Sakura was happy on the track
rlm@2: team, though, so he had blushingly told the eccentric girl that he
rlm@2: wouldn’t be switching anytime soon. But all of that didn’t make him
rlm@2: any less nervous. He wasn’t just playing around with this. It wasn’t
rlm@2: simply a diversion. It was for Tomoyo. That spurred him forward, as
rlm@2: well as seeing the heiress watching from his right. Feeling the
rlm@2: bubbling energy inside of him, Sakura tossed the ring. The small area
rlm@2: around him went silent as it flew into the wall, bouncing off
rlm@2: speedily. “Gomen nasai!” he apologized quickly, bowing. He wanted to
rlm@2: use this as a chance to use all of those energetic feelings inside,
rlm@2: but that had been a little too much. 
rlm@2: 	“That was amazing, Sakura-chan. I’m sure that would have made it
rlm@2: all the way back home if the wall hadn’t stopped it,” Tomoyo said
rlm@2: helpfully, as Sakura stood in embarrassment for a moment. She knew
rlm@2: that Sakura was shy and easily embarrassed, despite his outgoing
rlm@2: nature. She tried to give him all the support and love she could
rlm@2: throughout everything he went through. It helped bolster that endless
rlm@2: determination that welled up within the cute bishounen. 
rlm@2: 	Concentrating once more on the game in front of him, Sakura pulled
rlm@2: up another ring. This time he would win Tomoyo a cute prize, just
rlm@2: like Syaoran had for his girlfriend and Chiharu had for her
rlm@2: boyfriend. He just had to concentrate. Again he saw the cute image of
rlm@2: Tomoyo holding onto a stuffed animal in his mind, smiling warmly at
rlm@2: him. His cheeks warm at the thought, Sakura let the ring fly off of
rlm@2: his fingertips. He remembered the bear that Tomoyo had painstakingly
rlm@2: crafted for him, that he held onto every night when he went to sleep,
rlm@2: that went with him to all of his games. He wanted to give Tomoyo a
rlm@2: cute stuffed animal to keep nearby as well. Something a little softer
rlm@2: than an eraser. He watched anxiously as the ring appeared to fly in
rlm@2: slow motion, spinning in the air like some magical disk. Though it
rlm@2: had left his fingers, his mind and heart never left it as it skimmed
rlm@2: through the air, begging the disk to make it, to land where it needed
rlm@2: to. With a clang, it ricocheted past the poor booth owner. 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 	“Thank you again, Sakura-chan. It’s so lovely. I think it looks a
rlm@2: bit like you,” Tomoyo stated thoughtfully, holding up the stuffed
rlm@2: kangaroo next to Sakura’s embarrassed face. True enough, it did look
rlm@2: a bit like the auburn haired boy. They stood next to Tomoyo’s
rlm@2: limousine, her bodyguards waiting to take her back home. She didn't
rlm@2: want to leave her darling Sakura yet, or ever for that matter. But at
rlm@2: the same time, she couldn’t wait to recount the night’s wonders to
rlm@2: her mother who was undoubtedly waiting for her only daughter’s return
rlm@2: despite the fact that she had work the next day. It was a comforting
rlm@2: thought to know that she had someone waiting for her to hear of what
rlm@2: had happened and one of the only things that made the night ending
rlm@2: bearable. Especially with no videotape to show for it. Tomoyo vowed
rlm@2: to tape their second date. She would have to keep a record of such
rlm@2: things. After all, what was more important than Sakura’s love life?
rlm@2: 	“You’re welcome, Tomoyo-chan. I should have just bought you
rlm@2: something instead. I can’t believe it took me seventeen tries. And
rlm@2: for just a tiny kangaroo.” Sakura stared at the ground sheepishly. He
rlm@2: was normally good at such things, but he just couldn’t focus while he
rlm@2: had been playing the game. His mind kept going back to Tomoyo.
rlm@2: Despite all of the energy swirling within him and his need to win
rlm@2: something for the beautiful pale girl, he had kept missing. But that
rlm@2: had always been a problem for him. He was very good at most athletic
rlm@2: things he tried, but whenever he was distracted he would make a lot
rlm@2: of mistakes. Tomoyo had told him it was cute, that she enjoyed that
rlm@2: as much as she enjoyed when he was doing well. She had said she had a
rlm@2: tape full of just his cute little mishaps. Somehow he didn’t find
rlm@2: that very comforting. Tomoyo had a very strange idea of ‘cute’. 
rlm@2: But other than the trouble he’d had getting a hold of the stuffed
rlm@2: animal, the night had been magical. He and Tomoyo had spent the whole
rlm@2: night at the festival, simply enjoying each others company. In
rlm@2: retrospect, Sakura could hardly remember who else had been there. It
rlm@2: hardly seemed to matter. After a while, the huge crowds had just
rlm@2: faded away, leaving the two of them amidst the beautiful night. There
rlm@2: had been several embarrassing moments, but it had been a wonderful
rlm@2: first date. Tomoyo had helped him through it all, getting rid of the
rlm@2: nervousness that went along with a first date, taking that away and
rlm@2: leaving him with a gloriously warm excitement. Now he again found
rlm@2: himself unsure of what to say or what to do. He didn’t want Tomoyo to
rlm@2: go. He didn’t want the night to end, for their date to have to come
rlm@2: to a close. It was the most spectacular thing that had ever occurred
rlm@2: in his life. It had a magic that his Cards couldn’t begin to contend
rlm@2: with. “Tomoyo-chan,” he whispered at last. “I don’t want you to go.”
rlm@2: “Neither do I, Sakura-chan,” Tomoyo replied, hugging the stuffed
rlm@2: animal in her arms gingerly. “I don’t ever want to be away from
rlm@2: Sakura-chan. I want to stay with you forever. But if I have to leave
rlm@2: tonight, it’s only so the next night can come even quicker. Tonight
rlm@2: was lovelier than anything I could ever have dreamed.  I’m sure that
rlm@2: hundreds of beautiful nights await you, Sakura-chan. I hope they’ll
rlm@2: all come quickly.” Brushing Sakura’s cheek, Tomoyo smiled at the
rlm@2: pretty boy, stormy blue eyes meeting emerald orbs. Her heart fought
rlm@2: the idea of leaving her dearest Sakura for any reason whatsoever. She
rlm@2: had to go home, she knew that. But logic didn’t often understand
rlm@2: love. “The sooner I wake up, the sooner I can see you again. It’s
rlm@2: like dreaming. The sooner you fall asleep, the sooner you can join
rlm@2: your shining dreams.”
rlm@2: “But I don’t want to dream.” Sakura sighed, placing his hand on top
rlm@2: of Tomoyo’s pale one. He felt Tomoyo’s fingers trailing across his
rlm@2: cheek. He smiled slowly. He felt bittersweet about the night ending.
rlm@2: He didn’t want Tomoyo to go, but he couldn’t wait to collapse in bed
rlm@2: and run it all over in his mind. Maybe he would tell Kero about it.
rlm@2: And like Tomoyo had said, the sooner he went to sleep, the sooner
rlm@2: they would be together again. “Arigato, Tomoyo-chan. For everything.”
rlm@2: “You don’t have to thank me for anything, Sakura-chan. I love you. I
rlm@2: only want to see you happy. If I can see you happy with me, then I
rlm@2: can’t think of a sweeter gift. But this kangaroo comes close.” Tomoyo
rlm@2: giggled softly as she held the kangaroo up in her other arm. She
rlm@2: regretted not having such a lovely night on videotape, but it was
rlm@2: something that she would always have burned into her mind’s eye. She
rlm@2: wouldn’t be able to play it back on videotape, but that wasn’t so
rlm@2: bad. It would be in her heart when she needed it. Her fingers slowly
rlm@2: pulled away from Sakura’s cheek. “You’re so cute, Sakura-chan.” 
rlm@2: Blushing at Tomoyo’s compliment, the auburn haired boy stared at his
rlm@2: sandal clad feet for a moment. Looking up again, he smiled at the
rlm@2: pale girl before him. She was always telling him how cute he was, how
rlm@2: handsome he looked. But she was easily the most gorgeous girl in
rlm@2: school, or of anyone Sakura had ever seen. She was exquisitely
rlm@2: beautiful, like a terribly delicate flower. He wanted to say
rlm@2: something, to put a nice spin on the end of the night, but words
rlm@2: stumbled in his mind. Finally, impulsively, he leaned forward and
rlm@2: kissed the pale girl before him. If Tomoyo was startled, she didn’t
rlm@2: show it. Sakura felt Tomoyo’s petal soft lips against his own,
rlm@2: blushing intently at the feel of their kiss. Before he could pull
rlm@2: away, he felt Tomoyo kiss him back. It was incredibly slow and
rlm@2: rapturously sweet, taking the genki boy by surprise. His arms went
rlm@2: around the petite heiress, pulling her closer as he kissed. Long,
rlm@2: dark tresses brushed past him as Tomoyo’s hair came loose from some
rlm@2: of the intricate braids. Warm lips kissed for what felt like a
rlm@2: painfully short eternity before they finally pulled away. Sakura
rlm@2: blinked as he watched the heiress before him, a red blush on her pale
rlm@2: cheeks. “I love you, Tomoyo-chan,” he whispered. 
rlm@2: “I love you, too, Sakura-chan. I always have,” Tomoyo replied,
rlm@2: giving Sakura a soft kiss once more before crawling back into the
rlm@2: limousine. Smiling brightly, the overjoyed girl waved to Sakura.
rlm@2: “Goodnight, Sakura-chan!” And with that, the long black car drove away.
rlm@2: Sakura watched for a long time, his hand on his lips. “Hanyaan!” He
rlm@2: smiled happily, his hands held tightly before him. What a perfect
rlm@2: night! Of course, he doubted he would be able to get to sleep now.
rlm@2: Especially after that kiss. It had been so... so... Sakura couldn’t
rlm@2: begin to describe it as anything other than delicious. It had drawn
rlm@2: him in, wrapping him up in those ribbons from Tomoyo’s heart. He had
rlm@2: once heard that kissing was how two souls touched and now he was sure
rlm@2: of it. 
rlm@2: “It sure looks like you had fun,” a voice said next to Sakura.
rlm@2: “Onii-chan...!” Sakura turned quickly, his fists balled up, ready to
rlm@2: explode at his older brother for watching. He immediately stopped
rlm@2: when he looked. Where Touya should have been stood a large, white
rlm@2: rabbit. It stared at him for a moment, it’s whiskers shifting as it
rlm@2: tilted its head to the side. 
rlm@2: “I still think she looks like mom,” the rabbit was saying as Sakura
rlm@2: fainted dead away.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 	“... And then we kissed in the dream,” Sakura finished up, her hair
rlm@2: a mess and her rollerskating a little off as she and Tomoyo headed
rlm@2: for school. She shook her head in confusion. It had all felt so real,
rlm@2: even the slow, soul warming kiss. Blushing, Sakura put a hand to her
rlm@2: lips as she skated alongside her perceptive best friend. She had
rlm@2: woken up in a daze, the dream lingering in her mind as she had
rlm@2: struggled to get dressed. She had almost expected to find the boys’
rlm@2: school uniform waiting for her. Dressing quickly and ignoring Touya’s
rlm@2: usual morning taunts, she had hurried to meet with Tomoyo on the way
rlm@2: to school, eager to tell her friend about the bizarre dream. The
rlm@2: patient heiress was always the first one she came to with her
rlm@2: troubles, real or imagined. Like a loving mother or a gentle sister,
rlm@2: Tomoyo would always help Sakura through whatever it was that had
rlm@2: gotten to her. She was extremely important to Sakura, probably the
rlm@2: most important person in her life.
rlm@2: 	Tomoyo considered the dream for a long moment, holding her bookbag
rlm@2: in front of her. Her long, high ponytail waved behind her as she
rlm@2: walked. A pale hand rested on her chin as she thought. Sakura had
rlm@2: come to her with strange dreams before, but none quite so bizarre as
rlm@2: this one. “Did you like the kiss?” she asked at last, tilting her
rlm@2: head to the side. 
rlm@2: 	“Tomoyo-chan!!” Sakura’s face went crimson at Tomoyo’s words. She
rlm@2: stared down at the street below, watching her rollerblades. How was
rlm@2: she supposed to answer that? She had certainly liked the kiss. It had
rlm@2: been a perfect end to a perfect night. But it had been with Tomoyo.
rlm@2: And that was part of why it had been so perfect. But how was she
rlm@2: supposed to put all of that into words? If only she were a boy things
rlm@2: would make so much more sense. Especially things with Tomoyo. Just
rlm@2: like her dream had shown her. It would be wonderful to be able to
rlm@2: date Tomoyo, to spend all of her time with the pale girl. Too bad the
rlm@2: dream hadn’t been real. Well, except the rabbit part. Sakura sighed
rlm@2: as she continued skating. “Un, I liked the kiss. It was very nice,”
rlm@2: she said quietly, blushing. “You were a really good kisser in the
rlm@2: dream. It felt all.. hanyaan.”
rlm@2: Sakura shuddered as she skated, remembering the kiss as best she
rlm@2: could.
rlm@2: 	Nodding thoughtfully, Tomoyo followed alongside Sakura. Now whereas
rlm@2: kissing Sakura wasn’t an uncommon dream for Tomoyo, she was surprised
rlm@2: to hear that Sakura had dreamt about it. Of course, dreams often made
rlm@2: little sense, so it could be just about anything. But still...
rlm@2: “Sakura-chan would make a very cute boy. You made a very good prince
rlm@2: in the play last year. But I like you better as a girl. I think it’s
rlm@2: much cuter that way. Besides, I’m not as good at designing boys’
rlm@2: clothes, so it’s easier for me this way. Of course, if Sakura-chan
rlm@2: were a boy, I would just have to try harder with the costumes.”
rlm@2: Tomoyo tilted her head to the side curiously, running the whole
rlm@2: scenario over in her mind. It certainly was an interesting one. She
rlm@2: sighed at last. “It’s too bad I can’t videotape Sakura-chan’s dreams.
rlm@2: That sounds so cute!”
rlm@2: 	Sakura sweatdropped as she watched her friend’s reaction. Why
rlm@2: should she have guessed that Tomoyo would react that way? But then,
rlm@2: the brunette didn’t think she would ever fully get used to the weird
rlm@2: things Tomoyo said about her. “Even though we were dating? You would
rlm@2: still want to watch that?” Sakura asked curiously. 
rlm@2: 	“Especially if we were dating. I haven’t gotten to record any of
rlm@2: Sakura-chan’s love life other than her crushes. It would be so cute
rlm@2: to record her actually dating and to see what happened. I would love
rlm@2: to record every second of our dates if you asked me out,” Tomoyo
rlm@2: explained, smiling her trademark smile. It sounded like such a lovely
rlm@2: dream. Now why couldn’t she have more like that? It had everything,
rlm@2: especially a cute romance with Sakura with the added allure of a kiss
rlm@2: at the end. She sighed dreamily, gazing at her brunette friend. 
rlm@2: 	Shaking her head, Sakura looked ahead. Cherry blossoms danced and
rlm@2: swirled ahead of them, oddly reminiscent of the dream she had had. It
rlm@2: felt strange to hear that Tomoyo would agree to go out with her. But
rlm@2: she was thrilled to hear it for some reason. Her mind wandered back
rlm@2: to the dream again, to the date. She felt saddened that it had all
rlm@2: been a dream, that they hadn’t shared that time together, that she
rlm@2: couldn’t be with Tomoyo. It felt so empty. “If I were a boy, I would
rlm@2: definitely ask you out, Tomoyo-chan. You’re so smart and pretty and
rlm@2: fun. Whoever you date will be very lucky.” Sakura blinked rapidly,
rlm@2: rubbing at her eyes. She didn’t know why she felt so desolate after
rlm@2: that dream. But now that it was all over, she felt like she had lost
rlm@2: something of vital importance and she couldn’t get it back. If only
rlm@2: she were a boy, then she would ask Tomoyo out and they could relive
rlm@2: all of that beautiful dream and what would have surely been to come. 
rlm@2: 	Tomoyo watched Sakura, stopping along underneath the trees. Sakura
rlm@2: slowly came to a halt as well. Her emerald eyes shimmered with
rlm@2: unspent tears. Tomoyo held Sakura’s hand in her own, looking up at
rlm@2: the girl on rollerblades. “I wouldn’t want to date another boy. Or
rlm@2: another girl. I wouldn’t want to date anyone who isn’t Sakura-chan.”
rlm@2: She smiled sweetly up at the other girl, placing a hand on her cheek.
rlm@2: She could feel a wet trail of a teardrop against her palm. Sakura
rlm@2: sniffled again, another tear sliding down her other cheek. Tomoyo’s
rlm@2: heart nearly snapped in two as she watched the lost and lonely look
rlm@2: on Sakura’s face. She doubted that Sakura even understood why she was
rlm@2: feeling the way she was. It still amazed the pale girl after what she
rlm@2: had heard. It was a dream come true, but it felt unbearably painful
rlm@2: to see it hurting her unknowing Sakura. Leaning forward, Tomoyo
rlm@2: decided to show Sakura what she meant. After all, Sakura could be a
rlm@2: little dense sometimes, but maybe she could find a way to explain
rlm@2: things. She had promised to tell Sakura when they were older.
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s lips kissed Sakura’s softly, her entire body tingling from
rlm@2: the small touch. She slowly kissed the quietly crying girl, brushing
rlm@2: away Sakura’s tears with her fingertips. The brunette’s lips quivered
rlm@2: against her own as Sakura stood on the verge of sobbing openly.
rlm@2: Pulling away after the short kiss, Tomoyo smiled at the brunette,
rlm@2: both hands going to her wet cheeks. “I love you, Sakura-chan.”
rlm@2: “Tomoyo-chan...” Sakura whispered quietly. Her voice almost caught
rlm@2: in her throat, coming out painfully. It wasn’t until then that she
rlm@2: realized she was crying. Warm tears spilt past her cheeks, dripping
rlm@2: down her chin. She sniffled weakly. “Tomoyo-chan!” She cried out,
rlm@2: grasping onto the pale girl. She hung tightly onto her best friend,
rlm@2: shaking in her grasp. She felt her body begin to relax as Tomoyo
rlm@2: began to rub her back gently. Letting out a choked breath, Sakura
rlm@2: hiccuped, her sobbing slowly trailing off. Hiccuping again, Sakura
rlm@2: stood at arms length from Tomoyo, wiping at her eyes. She smiled
rlm@2: warmly after wiping away her tears. “I.. I love you, too, Tomoyo-
rlm@2: chan.” Tomoyo’s demeanor shifted in those few seconds. Sakura
rlm@2: couldn’t quite tell what had changed about Tomoyo, but the pale girl
rlm@2: seemed to glow with the light of an angel, a radiant joy cascading
rlm@2: off of her. She looked simply gorgeous. Sakura stood in stunned
rlm@2: silence for a moment before shaking her head. Something seemed wrong.
rlm@2: Like she hadn’t quite finished everything. But what...? Oh! “Tomoyo-
rlm@2: chan, I.. umm.. I was wondering..” Sakura took a deep breath. She had
rlm@2: already done this once, even if it had only been a dream. Seeing
rlm@2: those shining stormy blue orbs, Sakura pushed forward. “Tomoyo-chan,
rlm@2: will you go out with me?” she asked quickly.
rlm@2: Tomoyo didn’t miss a beat, though she was wondering how easy it
rlm@2: would be to have a heart attack from what had happened in just the
rlm@2: last few minutes. At least she’d die happy. “I would love to go out
rlm@2: with you, Sakura-chan,” the heiress sang joyously. The look of relief
rlm@2: that spread across Sakura’s face made her heart melt. She would have
rlm@2: been happy to help Sakura throughout her life no matter what
rlm@2: happened, but it seemed infinitely better to be there with Sakura for
rlm@2: it. She wasn’t thinking about where the date would take place or
rlm@2: when. Such things were trivial. It was that Sakura had asked that
rlm@2: mattered. It was that they would. 
rlm@2: Smiling delightedly, Sakura once again began for school, skating
rlm@2: alongside Tomoyo, hand in hand. “Hanyaan..” she whispered. The dream
rlm@2: seemed incredibly far away now, only a distant shadow. Life could be
rlm@2: endlessly more fascinating than even the most beautiful dreams. 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Kero: Now it’s time for Kero-chan’s Corner!! Hi, everybody! Did you
rlm@2: have fun? Did you all follow the adventures of boy Sakura and his
rlm@2: date with Tomoyo? We all know it would have been better if I had been
rlm@2: able to give Sakura-chan that advice I was talking about earlier. But
rlm@2: maybe this time she’ll ask me about it, ne? Anyway, for today, we’ll
rlm@2: check out Sakura’s clothes. Basically, they were just the boys’
rlm@2: school uniform and a cute shirt and shorts. She also wore her yukata,
rlm@2: but I wasn’t in that scene, so does it even matter? Remember what
rlm@2: happened to the girl who got everything she ever wanted. She lived
rlm@2: happily ever after. Bai bai!! 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Next Episode:
rlm@2: Sakura: Syaoran’s lost the engagement ring he was going to give
rlm@2: Meiling. Can I help him find it before Meiling finds out? Also, Kero
rlm@2: eats cake. And lots of it. And will all of this talk of marriage get
rlm@2: Tomoyo thinking? Hoe.. I’m too young to get married! Next on
rlm@2: Cardcaptor Sakura: ‘Sakura and the Engagement Ring’. Let’s watch it
rlm@2: together. Release!!
rlm@2: .