rlm@2: Dear Sakura
rlm@2: Dream Angel
rlm@2: by Amazoness Duo and G.P.
rlm@2: amazonessduo@hotmail.com
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rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 	Sakura hopped lithely from cloud to cloud, wearing only her
rlm@2: pajamas. But somehow they seemed like a fittingly appropriate attire
rlm@2: for the task at hand. Her bare feet were tickled by the soft and
rlm@2: fluffy clouds, their material similar to some of the clothes Tomoyo
rlm@2: had had her in over the years. Beautiful pastel blue skies surrounded
rlm@2: her on all sides as she continued walking along the clouds. A dove
rlm@2: darted past Sakura’s shoulder, drawing the Cardmistress’s attention.
rlm@2: It arched through the air gracefully, without a care in the world.
rlm@2: Sakura giggled in amazement as she watched the beautiful creature
rlm@2: soaring high above the clouds. 
rlm@2: 	But it wasn’t flying above the clouds anymore. And it didn’t appear
rlm@2: to be a dove any longer, either. Gentle waves rocked the boat she was
rlm@2: on as passengers looked out at the stunning vista of Hong Kong
rlm@2: beyond. “Mr. Seagull!” an energetic young voice yelled out as the
rlm@2: former dove turned seagull teased the water playfully. Sakura glanced
rlm@2: around for the voice. It sounded so familiar, but she couldn’t quite
rlm@2: place it. Her emerald eyes finally fell upon a small brunette that
rlm@2: was looking out at the captivating ocean and the brave little seagull
rlm@2: with a bright earnestness. She was being playfully teased by her
rlm@2: older brother as a white haired boy with glasses looked on with a
rlm@2: smile. 
rlm@2: 	“Hoe..?” Sakura took a few awkward steps forward, her mind
rlm@2: swirling. This had happened years ago, hadn’t it? This was her first
rlm@2: trip to Hong Kong, when she had been but a child. What had happened
rlm@2: to the clouds and the beautiful blue sky? Not that this was any less
rlm@2: gorgeous, but just what was going on? 
rlm@2: 	Sakura’s questing eyes finally came to a stop when they reached a
rlm@2: not so familiar part of this fateful voyage. There was Tomoyo, ever
rlm@2: vigilant to capture every precious memory of their time together on
rlm@2: videotape. Sakura could remember that vaguely. She had known Tomoyo
rlm@2: was videotaping her, but her mind had been on other things. And quite
rlm@2: frankly, she had gotten so used to the lavender haired girl
rlm@2: videotaping her back then that sometimes she simply didn’t realize
rlm@2: when she was being taped and when she wasn’t. Sakura felt a pang of
rlm@2: guilt at having taken those little eccentricities for granted. She
rlm@2: missed the knowledge that her beautiful friend was catching her on
rlm@2: videotape. But that wasn’t what surprised Sakura. What the brunette
rlm@2: couldn’t remember at all was the pair of gorgeous, ethereal angel
rlm@2: wings that graced her dark haired friend’s young back. More beautiful
rlm@2: than Sakura’s own wings when she used the Fly Card, these wings
rlm@2: shimmered with their own inner light. They almost looked out of
rlm@2: place, surreal in this foreign landscape. But on Tomoyo, they fit
rlm@2: perfectly. The young heiress’s pale features and long spools of hair
rlm@2: just made her look even more angelic. Like a little lost angel, she
rlm@2: watched Sakura closely, with a heartfelt intensity that Sakura never
rlm@2: would have noticed back when the memory had first taken place. The
rlm@2: cute little angel smiled serenely as she continued videotaping her
rlm@2: clueless best friend, the iridescent wings on her back moving slowly
rlm@2: and gracefully. 
rlm@2: 	Entranced by the spectacle before her, Sakura continued forward,
rlm@2: her bare feet moving quietly across the bottom of the boat. “Tomoyo-
rlm@2: chan..?” she whispered softly, almost afraid that the quiet angel
rlm@2: would fly away if she made too much noise. After all, such things
rlm@2: were always fleeting, weren’t they? It was best that she treat the
rlm@2: situation as delicately as possible lest her skittish angel leave her
rlm@2: side. The eighteen year old Sakura continued quietly towards the ten
rlm@2: year old vision of an angelic Tomoyo. 
rlm@2: 	Turning gracefully, the young angel smiled sweetly at the older
rlm@2: woman, pulling down the camcorder for a moment. “An older Sakura-chan
rlm@2: is also very cute,” she said in her soft, harmonious voice. She
rlm@2: giggled softly as Sakura nearly fell back in fright. Her camcorder
rlm@2: came up swiftly, to forever catch the shocked look on her beloved’s
rlm@2: face. “Sakura-chan is so gorgeous when she’s older.” A delicious sigh
rlm@2: escaped her flushed cheeks as she rested a hand on one of them.
rlm@2: Camcorder still glued tightly to one lavender eye, this ethereal
rlm@2: sprite watched Sakura’s forward advance. “My beautiful Sakura-chan,
rlm@2: growing lovelier and wiser as the years grace her lovely form.”
rlm@2: 	“Tomoyo-chan...” Sakura repeated, now inches from Tomoyo. Her
rlm@2: hesitant fingers reached out slowly, almost afraid that they would go
rlm@2: straight through this sparkling apparition. This was all from her
rlm@2: memory, what had happened back on her first trip to Hong Kong. All of
rlm@2: it except for the charming angel in front of her. Tomoyo had been
rlm@2: there, of course, but she certainly didn’t remember her with angel
rlm@2: wings. And besides, she was the only part of this memory that seemed
rlm@2: to acknowledge that she was there. So just what was going on?
rlm@2: 	Before Sakura could touch the phantom of Tomoyo in front of her,
rlm@2: the younger girl hopped gracefully backwards. Sakura’s Tomoyo was
rlm@2: certainly not athletic, but she didn’t have big shimmering wings
rlm@2: either. The angel Tomoyo smiled at Sakura as she pulled up her
rlm@2: camcorder. The brunette felt as if she was being drawn into the
rlm@2: camcorder, as it seemed to see her for all that she was. The feeling
rlm@2: was disconcerting. She had about made her way to the angel’s new
rlm@2: location before her wings lifted up into the air. With a giant flap,
rlm@2: sparkling feathers surrounded Sakura, dancing around her in exotic
rlm@2: combinations before they finally faded away.
rlm@2: 	Looking around, the Mistress of the Cards found that she was no
rlm@2: longer on the boat in Hong Kong. Her emerald orbs searched intently
rlm@2: for the small yet elegant angel, but at first there was no trace. It
rlm@2: took a few moments for her eyes to adjust. She was still mildly
rlm@2: confused as to what was going on, but she was far more concerned with
rlm@2: important matters like finding Tomoyo to worry about the details.
rlm@2: “Tomoyo-chan?” It was dark around her, but she soon discovered the
rlm@2: reason. She was outside, at a festival back home in Japan. People
rlm@2: dressed up in a myriad of different designs and colors of kimonos
rlm@2: walked through the dimly lit festival, all contributing to the cheery
rlm@2: atmosphere. 
rlm@2: 	Walking through the crowd of people, Sakura searched valiantly for
rlm@2: her pale angel, moving past the unseeing throng of people. They paid
rlm@2: her no mind as she continued forward, her pajamas looking oddly out
rlm@2: of place in contrast to the dazzling kimonos passing her. A sudden
rlm@2: flash hit Sakura as she reached the center of the festivities. She
rlm@2: remembered this night. Tomoyo had taken her someplace away from all
rlm@2: of this, all of the crowds and busy people trying to enjoy
rlm@2: themselves. Had taken her someplace quiet and romantic. As if drawn
rlm@2: by some unseen force, Sakura hurried to the place of memories and
rlm@2: dreams, to one of many sweet and precious moments that she had
rlm@2: forgotten over the years but that she would give anything to relive.
rlm@2: With the sculpted speed of an athlete, the auburn haired woman made
rlm@2: her way through the trees. The sounds of the festival grew more
rlm@2: distant as she followed the traces of her memory like a treasure map.
rlm@2: And sure enough, she found her treasure at the center. There they
rlm@2: were, a younger Sakura and Tomoyo, sitting together in pretty kimonos
rlm@2: on the grass under the moonlight. They were leaning against each
rlm@2: other, alone except for the cheshire cat smile of the moon. Sakura
rlm@2: remembered that Tomoyo had made that kimono for her; had in fact
rlm@2: given it to her that very day. Their small, sandalled feet brushed
rlm@2: together as they sat together in a comfortable silence. The two girls
rlm@2: had been thirteen at the time. Little moments like this with Tomoyo
rlm@2: were the few times that she had completely forgotten about Syaoran
rlm@2: during his absence. They were precious little moments that had been
rlm@2: like tiny diamonds sewn into her life. They had made the potentially
rlm@2: painful time during Syaoran’s absence a joyous part of her life. 
rlm@2: 	The older Sakura blushed as she watched Tomoyo gently placing a
rlm@2: flower in her short auburn hair, her fingers caressing her ear.
rlm@2: Sakura remembered that vividly, Tomoyo’s delicate touch burned into
rlm@2: her senses. She could still feel it even now, soft fingers running
rlm@2: through her hair and gently tracing her ear. Sakura shuddered at the
rlm@2: strength of the memory. It was as if she was the younger Sakura,
rlm@2: leaning against her gorgeous dark haired friend. She crept forward,
rlm@2: her eyes never leaving the two girls from years long past. This whole
rlm@2: memory played out exactly as she remembered it. Well, with one
rlm@2: noticeable exception. Cute and blossoming Tomoyo once again had long,
rlm@2: glimmering angel wings. They sparkled like thousands of energetic
rlm@2: fireflies, shifting behind her elegantly in the night breeze. Sakura
rlm@2: knelt behind the two girls, watching them eagerly as they sat
rlm@2: together, bathed in moonlight and warm feelings that washed over them
rlm@2: like an ocean current. Not to her surprise, her younger self had a
rlm@2: scarlet blush across her cheeks as Tomoyo’s fingers played with her
rlm@2: ear. It had been a wonderful escape, that night. They had been lost
rlm@2: in each other. Sakura had forgotten all of her cares, all of her
rlm@2: worries as Tomoyo’s sweet and loving presence had almost a hypnotic
rlm@2: affect on her. Even now, Sakura felt her cheeks warm at the memory.
rlm@2: How long had they spent out there that night? It had been late, the
rlm@2: festival long finished when the two had finally shaken the trance
rlm@2: that settled over them and had gone home. 
rlm@2: 	Even now, Sakura could remember that sweet caress. She could feel
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s light but sensuous touch gently following the curves of her
rlm@2: face. It took her a moment to realize that it wasn’t just memory, but
rlm@2: that the delicate angel was tracing her face in her smaller hands.
rlm@2: She blushed deeply as she watched the younger Tomoyo smile her
rlm@2: trademark smile, both pale hands resting on the older Sakura’s
rlm@2: cheeks. “Tomoyo-chan...” Sakura whispered quietly, as if afraid she
rlm@2: would awaken her younger self from her near trance. She had
rlm@2: remembered that one of the few thoughts that had gone through her
rlm@2: head that night had seemed entirely nonsensical. As they sat together
rlm@2: in an all encompassing silence, lost to each other, Sakura had
rlm@2: wondered if Tomoyo was going to kiss her. She had almost asked the
rlm@2: other girl that same question, but had been too embarrassed to say
rlm@2: anything. Besides, why would Tomoyo do such a thing? But now Sakura
rlm@2: found that same thought running through her mind as she watched the
rlm@2: younger angel before her, soft palms pressed against her cheeks. She
rlm@2: could smell Tomoyo’s intoxicating lavender scent that had entranced
rlm@2: her that night, holding her spellbound in a way her magic was
rlm@2: incapable of. 
rlm@2: 	Tomoyo giggled softly as she watched the bewildered look on
rlm@2: Sakura’s face. “If my darling Sakura-chan wants a kiss, she only
rlm@2: needs but ask for one,” her soft voice sang out like a charming song.
rlm@2: The older woman’s blush deepened considerably, which only seemed to
rlm@2: further the warm smile on Tomoyo’s face. The ethereal ghost’s fingers
rlm@2: ran up her cheeks and through Sakura’s still short auburn hair,
rlm@2: brushing through her soft strands. Sakura didn’t realize she was
rlm@2: holding her breath until the gentle spirit's fingers began to trace
rlm@2: the curves of her ears. “I always liked your ears, Sakura-chan. They
rlm@2: were always so adorable. Just like you.”
rlm@2: 	Taking a quick gasp of air, Sakura felt as if she were drowning in
rlm@2: the deep blue pools of Tomoyo’s eyes. She certainly didn’t remember
rlm@2: this part of that night, no matter how romantic it had been. Their
rlm@2: first kiss had not been with a thirteen year old Tomoyo, but an
rlm@2: eighteen year old Tomoyo back in Hong Kong not that long ago. But the
rlm@2: delightfully sweet apparition didn’t seem to plan on playing her
rlm@2: allotted part in these memories, changing the script as she pleased.
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s words burned through her mind like chain lightening, blazing
rlm@2: forth even in the darkness. To her surprise, Sakura found herself
rlm@2: nodding slowly, her cheeks a bright stripe of crimson. Even as this
rlm@2: younger angel, Tomoyo did an excellent job of embarrassing her.
rlm@2: “Un... I want to kiss you, Tomoyo-chan..” she whispered above the
rlm@2: soft rustle of the trees. Her own younger self sat silently next to
rlm@2: Tomoyo, the wind playing with her hair as the angelic Tomoyo
rlm@2: continued to play with the older Sakura’s ears. 
rlm@2: 	Smiling serenely, Tomoyo leaned forwards, her wings spreading out
rlm@2: behind her in all of their glorious wingspan. Her smaller, soft lips
rlm@2: pressed against Sakura’s like freshly fallen cherry blossoms. Her
rlm@2: pale hands continued to trail through Sakura’s hair lovingly. The
rlm@2: long sleeves of her kimono fell against Sakura’s shoulders,
rlm@2: blanketing the pajama top in the expensive cloth. Her dark hair, done
rlm@2: up in two buns on top of her head, fell luxuriously past her own
rlm@2: small shoulders as Sakura’s fingers undid the delicate hairstyle. The
rlm@2: dark hair fell about her like streaks of midnight, draping Tomoyo
rlm@2: like a second garment. 
rlm@2: 	Sakura kissed the angelic Tomoyo back with all of the passion that
rlm@2: she wished she could have kissed Tomoyo with on that same night years
rlm@2: ago. It felt a little differently from her recent kisses with Tomoyo,
rlm@2: but it was still deliciously Tomoyo. There was that same gentle, slow
rlm@2: feeling to it as the dark haired angel kissed her back. It was so
rlm@2: different from Syaoran’s brusque kissing style. It was so drawn out,
rlm@2: as if Tomoyo wished to savor every possible second, drawing it into
rlm@2: something very near heavenly bliss. Sakura held the younger girl
rlm@2: tightly as they continued to kiss in the moonlight, her hands on
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s slender shoulders. The soft fabric yielded to her fingers,
rlm@2: her fingertips pressing against the soft flesh underneath. The fabric
rlm@2: seemed to give more as Sakura’s lips brushed again against Tomoyo’s
rlm@2: feathery kisses. Then the soft lips seemed to tickle her own lips.
rlm@2: Sakura’s eyes blinked lazily open as the dark haired girl disappeared
rlm@2: in a flutter of feathers, blinding her in a storm of the iridescent
rlm@2: objects. “Tomoyo-chan!” Sakura called out, struggling to her feet as
rlm@2: she hurried through the glittering feathers. Her heart pounded as she
rlm@2: gazed desperately for her elegant specter. 
rlm@2: 	She was on a bridge, with sounds far in the distance, but she
rlm@2: couldn’t make them out. Her eyes finally landed on Tomoyo who was
rlm@2: standing on the edge of the bridge, holding tightly to her cell
rlm@2: phone. The memory came back slowly to Sakura. “Illusion... So that
rlm@2: means younger me is in the water. And Illusion is pretending to by my
rlm@2: mother.”
rlm@2: 	“Sakura-chan!” Tomoyo cried out, her eyes widening as she heard the
rlm@2: Cardcaptor struggling for breath underwater. She ran to the railing,
rlm@2: getting her leg over the side, her dark hair trailing behind her in
rlm@2: the night’s breeze.
rlm@2: 	Sakura had never seen this side of things before. She had been
rlm@2: underwater at the time, passing out from inhaling too much water. She
rlm@2: never knew that her pale friend had tried to rescue her. It had never
rlm@2: crossed her mind. Tomoyo couldn’t swim and still hadn’t learnt how
rlm@2: even in Sakura’s time, yet the delicate little heiress had been ready
rlm@2: to jump in after Sakura even then. Sakura yanked her small, delicate
rlm@2: friend away from the edge, her heart pounding in her chest as she
rlm@2: held the ten year old Tomoyo. Her fingers brushed down the ruffled
rlm@2: feathers of Tomoyo’s angel wings, the one constant in this trip
rlm@2: through her memories. Yukito leapt over the bridge railing seconds
rlm@2: later, and if Sakura remembered correctly, she would wake up at his
rlm@2: house to hear that Tomoyo had been worried about her. But she would
rlm@2: never discover that the dark haired girl had been about to follow her
rlm@2: to the depths. The sheer selflessness of the young girl’s act
rlm@2: startled Sakura. Tomoyo hadn’t waited before getting ready to jump in
rlm@2: after Sakura, hadn’t paused to worry about her inability to swim. If
rlm@2: Yukito hadn’t jumped in before Tomoyo, Tomoyo would have quickly
rlm@2: joined her. Sakura simply held the younger girl, fingers trailing
rlm@2: over satin soft feathers. “Tomoyo-chan...” she whispered, unsure of
rlm@2: what to say.
rlm@2: 	“My life’s nothing without you, Sakura-chan. I would do anything
rlm@2: for you. I didn’t know if I could save you, but I knew I had to try,
rlm@2: even if I would have drowned,” Tomoyo explained, looking up at the
rlm@2: older girl. A small, beautiful smile appeared on her lips. “Besides,
rlm@2: you saved me countless times. I’m still happy you saved me in Hong
rlm@2: Kong instead of everyone else. I thought that was very romantic, like
rlm@2: my very own Prince Charming come to the rescue,” her gentle voice
rlm@2: said happily. 
rlm@2: 	“Oh, Tomoyo-chan...” Sakura whispered, hugging the younger girl.
rlm@2: She felt a vague blush creeping on her cheeks. Tomoyo had always been
rlm@2: such a cute girl, always saying such embarrassing things to her. That
rlm@2: had never changed about her eccentric friend and for that she was
rlm@2: happy. Even if it embarrassed Sakura, it warmed her heart to hear.
rlm@2: This dark haired girl had given so much to her, always sweetly
rlm@2: supportive by her side. In all of her memories, she could remember
rlm@2: the young heiress behind her, gently pushing Sakura to give
rlm@2: everything her all, from Card capturing to love to school work. Like
rlm@2: a loving mother, she had been their to bolster Sakura’s heart, to
rlm@2: give her a lap to cry on, and an ear to turn to when she needed
rlm@2: advice. She could see why Sonomi said that Tomoyo was a lot like
rlm@2: Nadeshiko. But there was something far deeper than just that.
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s love and support bathed Sakura’s soul in a brilliant light,
rlm@2: giving Sakura the energy to tackle whatever got in her way. With the
rlm@2: exception of ghosts. But even then, Tomoyo was her ghost buster,
rlm@2: protecting her from the shadows and whatever lay in their depths. She
rlm@2: still remembered Tomoyo pulling a sheet off of her teacher when he
rlm@2: had tried to scare her in a cave. And another time when Tomoyo hadn’t
rlm@2: told her about a ghost at the school for fear of worrying her. And
rlm@2: who knew how many times Sakura had gripped onto the pale girl for
rlm@2: dear life at the thought of ghosts while Tomoyo merely smiled and
rlm@2: comforted her. Sakura had to wonder if perhaps Tomoyo was the Prince
rlm@2: Charming. Tomoyo was everything for Sakura, her all encompassing love
rlm@2: something that Sakura knew she couldn’t live without any longer. Even
rlm@2: if Tomoyo loved another, Sakura merely wanted the opportunity to love
rlm@2: her gentle and giving friend. 
rlm@2: 	But before Sakura could voice her spiderweb of thoughts to the
rlm@2: young angel in her grasp, Tomoyo disappeared once again in a flurry
rlm@2: of feathers and light. Sakura sighed, not wanting to lose her grasp
rlm@2: on Tomoyo again. Without a look back at the last memory, Sakura
rlm@2: hurried headlong into the storm of feathers, once again seeking out
rlm@2: the pretty heiress. 
rlm@2: 	And she found herself in a hallway. Sakura glanced one way and the
rlm@2: other, trying to figure out where she was. It was a very nice
rlm@2: hallway, if that said anything. Then it struck her with all the
rlm@2: suddenness of the shot at the beginning of a race. This was where she
rlm@2: had gotten married. This hadn’t been more than half a year earlier.
rlm@2: Sakura took a moment to catch her bearings before pushing open the
rlm@2: door that she hoped was her own. She sighed with relief as she saw
rlm@2: herself in the enrapturing wedding dress that Tomoyo had designed for
rlm@2: her. Tomoyo was kneeling in front of her, slowly pulling a lacy white
rlm@2: stocking up along Sakura’s long bare leg. Sakura would have been
rlm@2: blushing terribly at the act by her friend, but Tomoyo had been
rlm@2: helping her dress in her costumes for so many years that it was
rlm@2: second nature. Of course the fact that Tomoyo had designed everything
rlm@2: right down to the white lace panties had been a bit embarrassing at
rlm@2: first. But there had been other, more pressing issues on the
rlm@2: Cardmistress’s mind, like her own impending marriage. 
rlm@2: 	“I can’t believe it’s today, Tomoyo-chan. It’s all so sudden. I
rlm@2: didn’t think it would happen so quickly. Hoe...” The only slightly
rlm@2: younger Sakura clasped her hands nervously as she looked down at her
rlm@2: prettily dressed dark haired friend. Tomoyo wore an elegant white
rlm@2: dress of her own, though it in no way matched the spectacular garment
rlm@2: Sakura wore. It looked like it had come out of a dream, and it had.
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s dreams. Tomoyo had made Sakura promise many years ago to let
rlm@2: her make her wedding dress when the day finally came. Sakura had
rlm@2: agreed nervously, having been rather embarrassed at the mention of
rlm@2: marriage at the time. Tomoyo had been simply delighted and Sakura
rlm@2: couldn’t have asked for a prettier wedding dress. It had been
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s last complete design for Sakura.
rlm@2: 	The observing Sakura smiled a bit to herself. The wedding dress was
rlm@2: no longer Tomoyo’s final costume for her. Sakura had finished
rlm@2: Tomoyo’s unfinished costume just a short time before. She had pricked
rlm@2: her fingers enough while working on the costume, but it had been
rlm@2: worth it to work on the beautiful garment, to seal it with stitches
rlm@2: from the both of them. Her friend had such an artistic eye, and it
rlm@2: showed through in everything she did. From her costumes to her
rlm@2: videotape editing, her singing, and even down to her declarations
rlm@2: about Sakura herself, she was an ardent admirer of such beauty,
rlm@2: Sakura’s in particular.
rlm@2: 	The slightly distracted Cardmistress watched Tomoyo helping her
rlm@2: ever so slightly younger self dress. She noticed that Tomoyo’s wings
rlm@2: were jet black this time, like the large and shadowy wings of a
rlm@2: raven. The wings accented the gorgeous woman’s pale features
rlm@2: perfectly, Tomoyo’s high ponytail falling just above the wings. The
rlm@2: engaged Sakura seemed to take no notice of the wings, acting exactly
rlm@2: according to the script of Sakura’s memories.
rlm@2: 	“Sakura-chan shouldn’t worry so much. This is supposed to be the
rlm@2: most beautiful day of your life.” Tomoyo placed a hand on her own
rlm@2: cheek as if to emphasize the point. “You’ve known Li-kun ever since
rlm@2: you were ten years old. I was wondering when he would finally ask you
rlm@2: to be his gorgeous, blushing bride.” Tomoyo’s gentle fingers followed
rlm@2: along Sakura’s strong, smooth legs as she helped Sakura into her
rlm@2: thigh high stockings. Her fingers ducked under the lace as they
rlm@2: finished adjusting the delicate cloth. Tomoyo sat back with a soft
rlm@2: sigh, looking up at her stunning friend. Her eyes sparkled as she
rlm@2: looked up at her. Tears of happiness and sorrow mingled in her eyes
rlm@2: like raindrops ready to fall from deep, dark storm clouds. 
rlm@2: 	Holding her long white dress, Sakura sweatdropped at the attention
rlm@2: Tomoyo lathered on her. It managed to soothe her shaken insides. “How
rlm@2: do I look, Tomoyo-chan?” she asked tentatively.
rlm@2: 	Tomoyo smiled brightly, her angel wings fluttering softly behind
rlm@2: her. “You look gorgeous, Sakura-chan. You look like my very
rlm@2: definition of beauty. To be married to Sakura-chan must be a dream
rlm@2: come true. Li-kun will wonder how life was breathed into his sweetest
rlm@2: dreams.” Her angelic voice was soft, almost like a prayer. Her dark
rlm@2: eyes never left the dazzling brunette who stood before her. 
rlm@2: 	The pajama clad Sakura felt a little out of place compared to her
rlm@2: ornately decorated counterpart, but she forged forward, her heart
rlm@2: surging at the sight of her pale angel again. Her own heart had been
rlm@2: so confused, so flustered on her wedding day. Tomoyo had soothed her
rlm@2: frayed and nervous heart. Just like always, the dark haired woman had
rlm@2: been there to help her when she herself wasn’t strong enough. She was
rlm@2: braver with Tomoyo, she was more energetic with Tomoyo, she was
rlm@2: better because of Tomoyo. Sakura knelt behind the sitting angel, her
rlm@2: arms wrapping around her waist. The Mistress of the Cards rested her
rlm@2: head on Tomoyo’s back, Tomoyo’s long black wings pressing against her
rlm@2: body. “Tomoyo-chan...”
rlm@2: 	“Sakura-chan...” The dark haired woman whispered softly, leaning
rlm@2: back into the brunette. 
rlm@2: 	“I love you, my sweet angel,” Sakura murmured against Tomoyo’s
rlm@2: back. As Tomoyo had wished in their conversation not too long before,
rlm@2: Sakura was indeed surrounded by beautiful angels. Beautiful, lavender
rlm@2: haired angels. As she held onto her beautiful best friend, Sakura
rlm@2: continued to dream.