rlm@2: "Tomoyo Captor Sakura"
rlm@2: by: Ren-chan
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Part II: Prelude to a Picnic
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Wai! Today Tomoyo, Shaoran, and Kero-chan are going to the park for a 
rlm@2: picnic with me! It's been awhile since all of us were together. Two 
rlm@2: weeks to be exact. Semester finals are finally over, so it's time to 
rlm@2: have some fun. It makes me really happy I get some time off to spend 
rlm@2: with my best friend and my boyfriend. But I can't help but feel Tomoyo
rlm@2: being upset about something. Something in her eyes tell me that's she's
rlm@2: sad. I asked once about it, but she said it was about school work. Odd,
rlm@2: she never seems to have a hard time with school. Whatever is bothering 
rlm@2: her she knows she can come to me. Hopefully today will cheer her up. 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Sonomi-san can cook really well. It seems she only does when I'm around.
rlm@2: I wonder why that is? Whenever I'm around she's overly happy to see me. 
rlm@2: It makes me glad she likes me. Though I still wonder what she has against
rlm@2: Father. I tried asking Touya, and he just gave me a weird look. I really
rlm@2: don't like it when people don't explain things to me. I know I'm a bit 
rlm@2: dense, but if they tried spelling it out for me I know I'll understand. 
rlm@2: I'm seventeen already. I'm not ten anymore. Sigh~ I'll ask him again 
rlm@2: later.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Sakura-chan, did you enjoy breakfast?" Sonomi asks sweetly.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Un!" I grin happily.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Oh, I do hope you come back again, and maybe we'll-" One of the maids 
rlm@2: come in handing her a phone. Sonomi in her professional tone speaks into
rlm@2: the phone, hanging it up sadly. "I was about to ask if you'd like to join
rlm@2: Tomoyo and me to a weekend at the beach, but it looks like I some work
rlm@2: to handle instead. I'm sorry, Sakura-chan."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: I shake my head. "It's alright. Maybe next week. I'd love to go with the
rlm@2: both of you for some weekend. I'm sure Father won't mind." I smile hoping
rlm@2: it would make her feel better.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: The stars I could see in her eyes told me she felt more than better. 
rlm@2: "That would be great!" She rose from her chair and smiled. "I should be
rlm@2: going. Good bye, Tomoyo. Good bye, Sakura-chan. Come over again soon!"
rlm@2: She left the room as the maids began to clear the table.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "You go ahead upstairs and get Kero-chan ready," says Tomoyo,"I'll catch
rlm@2: up."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: I happily skip up the stairs to Tomoyo-chan's room. Tomoyo-chan and 
rlm@2: Sonomi-san live in such a big mansion. I wonder if they ever get lonely
rlm@2: living in big place like this. And what about Tomoyo-chan's father? I've
rlm@2: never met him before. Now that I think of it... Neither Sonomi-san nor 
rlm@2: Tomoyo-chan has ever mentioned him really. I've never seen any pictures
rlm@2: of him. 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Finally I come to Tomoyo-chan's room. I open the door thinking about what
rlm@2: store we should go to first to but Shaoran's present. I wonder what he
rlm@2: would li-
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "PAAANCAKES!!"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Gyaaaahh!" Kero pops out of nowhere squishing his little forehead against
rlm@2: mine. He looks at me gravely, giving me a ghastly look. Hunched back, he
rlm@2: stares into my eyes hungrily, rubbing his little paws together.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Wheeere's myy swweets Saaa-kuu-raa!" 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Uh-uh-uh... um... K-Kero-chan... I-I.." I sweat furiously not knowing what
rlm@2: to do. He seriously freaks me out when he does this. 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Here you go Kero-chan!" Tomoyo swings the door open with a tray of fresh 
rlm@2: fruit in yogart, croissants, a jar of strawberry jelly, and banana pancakes
rlm@2: topped with warm maple syrup. Carefully she places it in the table in the
rlm@2: center of the room. She looks at me warmly then amusingly at Kero-chan.
rlm@2: "Sorry I took so long. I had to warm up the syrup a bit."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Ii-taaa-daa-kii-maa-suuuu!!" Kero-chan insanely happy flies to the tray of
rlm@2: sweet breakfast food muttering 'Wai! Wai!' in between bites. I sweat drop as
rlm@2: I watch him devour the food, his belly growing bigger and rounder with each
rlm@2: bite he takes. "Arigatou, Tomoyo!"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: I slump to the soft carpeted floor breathing heavily in relief. I look up to 
rlm@2: see Tomoyo-chan offering her hand to help me up. I take her hand, such a soft 
rlm@2: and gentle touch, feeling warm inside. Did I ever feel like this before when 
rlm@2: I held her hand? I gaze to into her eyes, a sweet melancholy shimmers in her
rlm@2: delicate violet eyes. "Tomoyo-chan..," I say barely above a whisper.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Are you ok, Sarkura-chan?" Tomoyo asks in a worried tone. I shake my head.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Yes, I'm alright. Thanks for saving me." 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "No problem. Anything for you, Sakura-chan." She smiles again, eyes looking 
rlm@2: like slits, barely seeing her eyes. "I have out picnic basket ready. Shall
rlm@2: we go?"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Un!" I nod to her. I look at Kero-chan who now has an enormous round belly
rlm@2: that could make Santa himself be jealous. I glare disapprovingly to my glutton
rlm@2: guardian beast. Grabbing him abruptly by his back I plop him into my backpack.
rlm@2: "Geez, Kero-chan! All you do nowadays is eat and snack! What kind of guardian
rlm@2: beast are you getting out of shape like that!?"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: He didn't hear a word I said. He keeps muffling 'Wai! Wai!' in my bag. I let 
rlm@2: out a sigh and put on it on. He's utterly hopeless. Tomoyo-chan and I walk out
rlm@2: of the room and out the front door towards her limo. Her bodyguards bow to 
rlm@2: greet us hello, and we bow back. They sure are intimidating. I've always felt 
rlm@2: awkward around them, even until now. I guess I'll never get used to them.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "I'm sorry we had to take the limo," Tomoyo says. "I know you like riding in 
rlm@2: my moped with me. But it isn't working well, so it's in the repair shop."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: I shake my head. "It's alright." I stop and wonder for a moment. "Why's your
rlm@2: moped in the shop?" I tense up, squeezing my hands. "Did something happen?"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Tomoyo turns to look out the window. Not quite able to meet my gaze. Her long
rlm@2: bangs slightly mask her face. "I've been having some trouble with the engine.
rlm@2: It's been making some weird noises." She turns to me smiling. "I'm sure it's
rlm@2: nothing. So don't worry about it."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: I nod slowly. Part of me doesn't quite believe it. But Tomoyo-chan would never
rlm@2: lie to me. The limo comes to a slow stop and pulls over to the curb. Finally,
rlm@2: we arrive in the commercial district. The bodyguard with the real long hair
rlm@2: opens the door and we step out. We bow good bye to them and go on our way. Hand
rlm@2: in hand we go through the streets looking around the various stores looking for
rlm@2: a good place to look for a present. After a bit of window shopping and browsing
rlm@2: through some clothes stores, Tomoyo stops and looks up at the sign of a store. 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Premiere Chocolates." 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Li-kun likes chocolates doesn't he?" I nod to her. We look at the window and 
rlm@2: see many types of boxed chocolates, wrapped chocolates, and chocolates shaped 
rlm@2: like animals and people. There is also a display of stuffed animals holding a 
rlm@2: box of chocolate. Tomoyo-chan nudges me. "Maybe we can get those import choco-
rlm@2: lates he like. Maybe they come with something special like those stuffed animals
rlm@2: over there."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: I nod enthusiastically. "That'd be a great idea!" We enter the store looking at
rlm@2: various chocolates. We look at the shelves with import chocolates looking for 
rlm@2: the brand and flavor Shaoran likes. I take a step back-
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Oi, watch where you're going." 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: I accidentally bumped into someone behind me. "Go-gomen na-" I look back to a-
rlm@2: pologized to see who I bumped into. "Onii-san!!"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Well, well. If it isn't Kaijuu," he says with a smirk. "Monsters shouldn't be
rlm@2: let loose in a quiet town like this. See you just bumped into me almost dropp-
rlm@2: ing these newly made chocolates. Trying to cause a ruckus, huh? Heh heh."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "KAIJUU-JANAI WA!!" I raise my voice at him, annoyed. How dare he call me that
rlm@2: in public! I'm not a kid anymore! Why must he insist on calling me that!? GRR!!
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Oooh? Well, only monsters scream in a quiet little shop like this." I turn 
rlm@2: around and notice the other people in the shop staring at me. I flush bright red
rlm@2: and lower my voice. I notice onii-san smirking amusingly. 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "You just work everywhere don't you?? I swear it's like you're trying to keep an 
rlm@2: eye on me!" I realize what day it is and look at him oddly. "Don't you have a 
rlm@2: modeling job today?"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Touya nods his head. "It's later today." He turns his head noticing Tomoyo and 
rlm@2: gives her a small smile. Tomoyo smiles and bows back. "I have to work, Kaijuu. 
rlm@2: You better not eat out the store." He walks away smirking towards the counter, 
rlm@2: newly made chocolates in hand. I angrily glare at him, but stop when Tomoyo lays
rlm@2: on of her hands in my shoulder, calming me down. She always relaxes me.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Look over there." I turn to where she pointed to. I stare in awe at the display 
rlm@2: towards the back of the store. "I think, Li-kun would like it. And it's also one
rlm@2: of his favorite brands of chocolate." I nod in agreement as we walk over to the
rlm@2: display.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Belgium chocolate pieces surround a beautifully crafted dagger in a carved and 
rlm@2: laminated wood box. Shaoran likes collecting swords and daggers. He practices 
rlm@2: everyday with his sword. We both stared at it admiringly. It's kinda rare to see
rlm@2: a dagger surrounding chocolates. One of the sales associates comes to us and look
rlm@2: at us kindly. "May I help you with something today, ladies?"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: I nod my head. "Yes," I say to him, "how much is this chocolate set?" 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: The young man nodded. "This is a rare collection. Only one thousand of these sets
rlm@2: were made. Each dagger was hand-made by some expert blacksmiths in Europe. I don't
rlm@2: everything about it. But I know the company wanted to try something new with sell-
rlm@2: ing their chocolates. I find it odd for them to be selling daggers with chocolate.
rlm@2: Doesn't make sense to me, but they're quite popular." The sales associate coughs.
rlm@2: "I'm sorry for rambling. This set costs nine thousand five hundred yen."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Hoe!?" 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "I told you. It's a rare collection. This is one of the only places in Japan, in 
rlm@2: the world that sells it. We have only ten sets here. We already sold six of them.
rlm@2: I'm not sure if the last four will be here by the end of the week." He turns around
rlm@2: noticing another customer. "Excuse me, ladies. If you need help with anything, just
rlm@2: call me over." He walks away, leaving us to ponder about the set.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "It's really expensive Sakura-chan. Can you really afford it?"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Actually I can. I saved up some money from when I used to model in the same place
rlm@2: as Touya. The thing is I worked for months to save that money..." 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Tomoyo pulled out her credit card. "I'll help pay for half. How about that?"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: I look at my best friend wide-eyed and felt my cheeks faintly blush. "I couldn't.."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "It's quite alright," Tomoyo says dreamy eyed, "I have some old costume designs I 
rlm@2: never got you to try out. I re-did that prince costume design I made for you back
rlm@2: in grammer school. I also have a princess and other costume designs for you to try 
rlm@2: out." She starts to blush eyes filled with stars more bright than before. "Oh, 
rlm@2: Sakura-chan, you'd look so beautiful in those costumes!" She takes my hands in hers
rlm@2: staring happily into my eyes. "Please wear them! I could tape them you in them like
rlm@2: old times! I could use them to help my portfolio for art school. Maybe I could be a
rlm@2: theater costume designer. You'd do that for me won't you?"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: I laugh nervously, sweating dropping more than this morning. So Tomoyo-chan still 
rlm@2: hasn't given up on me wearing those fancy designs. I really don't mind. I actually
rlm@2: feel kind of honored she'd let me take part in her artistic genius. Though, I do find
rlm@2: it a bit weird. Oh, well. I can't say no to her. I nod to her uncertainly, and she
rlm@2: sighs happily. She seems a little too happy, but at least she doesn't seem sad like
rlm@2: before. I'm glad I can make her smile. I don't think I'd be able to bear to see her
rlm@2: sad... or cry..
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Tomoyo called over the sales associate and charged the set on her card. I thank her
rlm@2: repeatedly, and she says its ok. "I know you'll look wonderful when I tape you in my
rlm@2: costumes," she says enthusiastically. I sweat drop again, but quickly smile.. and 
rlm@2: faintly blush? I wonder why my cheeks gets so warm when...
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Oi, Kaijuu. What are you still doing here? Don't you have do some stomping somewhere?
rlm@2: Like maybe trash that Li punk's place?"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: I turn around and glare at Touya. "I'm not a monster! And stop saying bad things about
rlm@2: Shaoran! He's a very nice guy! He's MY boyfriend!"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Onii-san narrows his eyes. "I don't like that punk. I suggest you find someone else."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Don't tell me who to go out with! Shaoran is a gentleman and has always been there for
rlm@2: me!" I lower my voice. "Besides he helped me a lot when I captured the Clow Cards and
rlm@2: turned them to Sakura Cards! How can you not approve of him!?"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Here you go, miss," says the sales associate as he hands the set to Tomoyo. "Thank you
rlm@2: very much. Have a nice day!"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Touya looks into the bag and gasps. "Why the hell are you buying that expensive thing!?"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "It's for Shaoran! Our anniversary is coming this week!"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Over my dead body! I do not like that punk kid and how he treated you before! I don't
rlm@2: trust him!" Now he lowers his voice. "I think me and the little beast agree on that!"
rlm@2: A little muffled cry of agreement comes from my backpack.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "I don't care I love him! And you can't stop me from loving him! Why can't you just be 
rlm@2: happy for me? Why can't you see what a good guy he is!?" I'm nearly crying as I say 
rlm@2: this. Why can't onii-san be happy for me? For us?
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Onii-san looks sadly at me. Oddly he looks sadly at Tomoyo-chan too. She shakes her head
rlm@2: and faintly smiles back at him. He shakes his head in defeat. "If he does anything to 
rlm@2: hurt you," his eyes narrow again, more serious, and voice grows deadly, "I swear I will
rlm@2: make that punk will PAY."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Shaoran's a good guy, Onii-san. Please believe me.."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: ***
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Achoo!!" I rub my nose, sniffling. I decided to come to the park a little early. I sit
rlm@2: on the park bench listening to the birds chirp and trees rustle in the wind. I narrow my
rlm@2: eyes thinking about Sakura and Tomoyo. Sakura I trust. But what about Tomoyo? I know she
rlm@2: helped me confess my love for Sakura. Thanks to her, we're together. She also has lessen
rlm@2: her idolization towards her. I mean would a best friend make silly costumes for her to 
rlm@2: wear, taping her constantly, flattering her constantly and going dreamy eyed sometimes
rlm@2: to the point where she seems going orgasmic 'just' because they're best friends? Doesn't
rlm@2: that seem strange to go through all that, feel all that over your best friend? Maybe I'm
rlm@2: thinking too much. Could she really be in love with her? I mean it's not impossible. I 
rlm@2: liked Yukito-san... Now that I think of it, Sakura also was a bit "Haniyaaan" around 
rlm@2: Mizuki-sensei..
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Hmph!" I shake my head furiously at the thought. It was all because of our magical ties
rlm@2: with them. I cross my arms, closing my eyes feeling the wind mussing my hair. If one 
rlm@2: thing is for sure, Tomoyo-san and I look out for her happiness and well-being. She knows
rlm@2: we're happy together. She won't jeopordize her happiness.. Our happiness. At least, I 
rlm@2: don't think so. I hope not.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: This week is our two year anniversary. I saved up a lot of money for this white gold
rlm@2: celestial bracelet. I hope she likes it. I can feel the box fitting snuggly in my breast
rlm@2: pocket of my denim jacket. Hopefully within the next four or five years I can save up for
rlm@2: an engagement ring. Sure it may seem a bit early for marriage, but I know for sure whom
rlm@2: I truly love. There's no other woman for me. I hope she'll except my proposal when I do.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Then it hits me. It's not going to be easy. There's her over-protective brother and that
rlm@2: damn stuffed animal. They won't let me marry her so easily. They still don't approve of 
rlm@2: me. What the hell!? I've been treating her like a princess! I helped her become the Card
rlm@2: Mistress! I really do love her! Why can't they see that!? Geez, buncha idiots. If I was
rlm@2: bad to her, Sakura woulda burned me with Firey or something. I'd never hurt her...
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Shaoran!"
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: I turn to see Sakura in the distance with Tomoyo. Both of them wave at me. It's best if
rlm@2: I don't think of it. I just want a great afternoon with the girl I love and the girl who
rlm@2: made our relationship possible.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Author's Ramble:
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Hello! Hope you people understood whatever Japanese I used. I hope I used it right. ^_^;;
rlm@2: Well, it took me awhile but I finally kicked myself in the butt and wrote this down. In
rlm@2: art history class too! ^_^;; Also when I should be drawing storyboards for my narrative 
rlm@2: class! Sigh.. when will I get my priorities straight??
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
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