A/N: I think my vacation over fiction writing is now over. Yeah. So, I brought a new handful of treats for you guys to enjoy. :D I'm always open to any type of comment, as always. This is a quick drabble I wrote one night, after reading a prompt about Sonomi Daidouji.

(I do not own Card Captor Sakura, in any shape or form whatsover. That is CLAMP'S wonderful story.)

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Sonomi glanced at her from the side not with sincere sympathy, rather, a bitter longing.

Her hands kept still, crutched in between the floral creations of her cousin's picking. She was right... the rosy hue had matched with the ten ladies that stood on the left side; Nadeshiko had been careful of picking the right shade of spring pink for their gowns. It was her favorite color, after all, and the thought of a much more cheerful wedding could not have been more Nadeshiko.

Each petal was more alive than the next.

The happy sounds of fresh love, even the creeping sun rays inside the perfectly arranged branches in the ark came as an annoyance.

She ignored it.

Nadeshiko is happy. That's all that really counts, she though to herself gruelingly.

And the melody of her laughter struck her from the end of the corridor. It was that sound, the sound that at times would seem so unworldly. It had been her world. Her sweet secret reminder of why she had been at her side for 16 years. It was the cry of birds at dawn, the soft trickle of fruitful riversides, the triumphant sound of hope.

"Oh, Sonomi-chan!" the bride approached her, picking the sides of her pastel dress. Sonomi composed herself, clearing her throat and throwing a forced smile. Her hands clutched a little tighter in the bouquet.

"You look...perfect, Nadeshiko." She confessed quietly.

She cooed in return, batting her eyes in that ever alluring sweep. "I really really hope it's not too much. You like the colors, right?"

Of course I do. It's simply flawless. Like you have been all your life...and you are possibly the happiest woman in the world right now. He should be damn grateful...

"It couldn't be better." She finally responded, delighted. She smiled, pleased.

An older woman had approached them, nudging the bride and calling her to the back of the corridor again. She understood, and laughed again. Kinomoto-sensei was here. The wedding was about to take place.

"I have to go." she said quickly.

"I know you do." Sonomi said, clenching her teeth behind her hopeful smile. She stopped herself, she couldn't let her resent ruin her shine.

"You see these?" She lift the large bouquet she had been holding in her lap.

"Sakura blossoms."

"Yeah. I thought, well," she lowered her voice to a whisper. "Do you remember what I had told you some years ago?"

For once, a rush of genuine cheer ran through Sonomi's mind. She had remembered perfectly what she had mentioned. "Your little Sakura."
"Yes." Nadeshiko glowed through her eyes. She held the bouquet to her flushed cheeks. "If I ever do have that little girl, you do promise to look after her?"

Sonomi gasped abruptly, clenching her cousin's hand. She brought it up to her chest, caressing it. "What are you talking about? Nothing is going to happen to you!"

"I know out of anyone I can always trust in you." She responded, smiling truthfully. Sonomi held on to her hands tightly, waiting at her words.

"All this has been so wonderful. I know that with Kinomoto-sensei, I have found what I am looking for. But, you know what I couldn't be any more grateful for? More than the guests? More than the dresses?" She finally said, breaking the silence.

"What?" Sonomi asked frightfully.

A quick full embrace followed. The bride's light hands wrapped around her back, the sweet smell of her long locks intoxicating her vision.

"At having you as a friend."