Title : Healing the broken

Full Summary : Ever since the event of her father's death, Sakura has blamed herself. The only one who makes Sakura happy is her best friend Tomoyo. In order to pay tuition to stay close to Tomoyo, Sakura's been running a little business of her own out of her dorm room doors. Syaoran, a stockboy at a local drug store, spots Sakura, at least weekly in the condom section, which leads him to doubt the innocence of her endeavor.

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▪▫▪▫"Money can't mend a broken heart;▫▪▫▪
▫▪▫▪that's Love's job!"▪▫▪▫

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"Ahh, Sak... Sakura.. Ahhh... Chot- unnn..." The suggestive noises came from behind the door. Slight growling awakened Tomoyo's attention. Tomoyo stood next to the door, with her ear rested on the thinnest part. "Sakura,... just.. a little...Ahhh... nnnn. Less rough.." Tomoyo frowned and walked past Sakura's dorm room door, and into hers. She sighed as she gracefully fluttered past her bedroom and into their shared kitchen. Sitting at the table.

The dorm was huge, when they had gotten accepted into Matsu-ko High, a somewhat prestigious boarding school just south of Tomoeda, Tomoyo hardly knew what to do with the place in terms of decorating. She visited a local fabric store and brought Sakura along in search of her opinions on some of the stuff. She kept a keen eye on Sakura's tastes, and loved what she picked out so much, she practically made the place a shrine of Sakura (or atleast, of all the panels that Sakura decided on).

Tomoyo sighed. Thinking of how cheery Sakura had been then always reminded her of how much she'd changed. Tomoyo couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe if Sakura's brother wasn't so... She stopped the train of thought in it's tracks, not wanting to break the rule of silence on the matter, even if it was just in her thoughts. She gathered herself and focused on how fortunate they had been that Sakura could be with her, even in this prestigous school.

The name "Matsu-ko" characterizes the school in one word, "matsu", meaning Pine tree, and "ko", meaning lake. The school was literally built on the lake. If you walk down to the bottom floor, half of the classroom floors(otherwise known as the science wing) are made up of 2 solid meters of glass, although, the other half of of the building was built on land. The lake on which the school was built had been a river that, until several decades ago, fed into the North Pacific ocean; it's feeder had dried up and it's water level dropped. The water could no longer make it into the ocean, successfully making the river one long, unmoving body of water. The school was built on what used to be a bend, meaning that it was a pretty deep trip to the bottom. The school's engineering students had built a bridge to the other side a while ago. Although no one used it, it was certified as safe. In order to get to it, you had to walk around a quarter mile off the school campus and deep into the pine needle covered forest. Most student didn't have the motivation to explore, The student body made up of mostly children from old money families.

"Less rough isn't going to help you." She heard Sakura say. Then she heard a wail of pleasure.

"Ahh! Nn!.." Panting. "Oh god, you're good." Tomoyo counted around two minutes, and then opened the door. She stayed in the doorway and smiled kindly at the boy getting dressed. He flicked his head up in a way that showed that he acknowledged she was there, Tomoyo the looked blankly at the guy as he turned to Sakura, she could see the lust in his eyes for her, needlessly aggrivating Tomoyo to no end.

"So, Sakura, how much do I owe you today?" Tomoyo watched Sakura as she took a glance at the clock.

"I think forty is fine. It's a loyal customer discount." Sakura stuck out her hand at the guy and budged impatiently as he fiddled with his wallet. She grabbed the money from his hand and stuck it into the waistband of her knickers and looked at the guy, he was smiling right at her, she smiled back, extremely sarcastic. The boy obviously didn't notice the "now's the appropriate time to leave" aura from the room as he continued to talk.

"Do you think we can.. go just a little bit further next time?" He smiled creepily, Sakura forced herself to smile aswell, and she walked up to him twirling her index finger just below his collar bone. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, and thanked her genes that she was this short.

"Well, I guess you're just gonna have to come back and find out." She smiled seductively, and sent him out the door, as soon as he turned around, she switched to her sarcastic smile and began waving in a fashion way too vigorous to be considered as a genuine wave. Even though she knew he couldn't see her, she saved face with herself by doing this.

Once he closed the door and she couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, she turned to her bedside table and muttered something full of venom, "Fucking pervert," as she put the cash into the wad and wrapped the elastic band around it yet again. She saw Tomoyo move out of the doorway and into her room, sitting on the bed in a graceful way. She sat next to her, and rested her elbows on her knees, rubbing her eyebrows, stretching the muscles that had been so worked throughout the whole day.

"Sakura..." Tomoyo stretched her arm out, about to rub her friends shoulders, but decided not to, "You don't have to do this.." She saw her friend grit her teeth, her jaw, locked. "I can get my mother to pay for your tuitio-" She stopped speaking as Sakura covered her ears, Tomoyo looked down guiltily.

"You know I can't do that. You've helped me out way too much already." Sakura pulled her legs up and balled up into a ball. "I have to work through this by myself. I can't be owing anyone anything. You've already done enough by keeping me beside you, even though I'm a basket case."

"It's normal for a girl in your situation to be like this... You aren't supposed to be well balanced!" Tomoyo readjusted herself.

"It's my fault... if I was more mature... If I could have handled it better... I wouldn't have to rely on you so much..." Tomoyo hugged her friend, she furrowed her brow, feeling her insides twist as she empathetically felt Sakura's pain.

"Sakura, I live everyday to see your face. If you weren't around... I don't know what I'd do.. I love you too much. You've got it wrong, Sakura, I rely on you.. I can't live without you." Sakura bit her lip harder, she drew blood. She could taste it in her mouth, The taste of metal. She tried to keep back the tears. How could her friend do this to herself? Relying on such a lowlife.

"Tomoyo... why me? why not someone with..." She couldn't hold back the tears any longer, Self-loathing and guilt pushed the beads of tears over the edge, letting them trail down her cheeks, pink with embarassement and ange. "Someone with integrity! Someone with values. "She unballed and turned to Tomoyo, "Someone who doesn't have faults."

"You do have integrity! You value tons of things! You value our friendship like you value your life!" Tomoyo grabbed onto the excess uniform on Sakura's shoulders, "and I'm so... fortunate for that.. I couldn't bear life without you... It's crucial for you to be at my side, I need to see you happy, and in order to ensure your happiness, you need to be with me." Tomoyo began tearing up. She absolutely hated to see Sakura in agony, she felt hopeless to it, there was no way to help her.

"I don't deserve to be that to you.. I'm not that good! Everything that's wrong with my life, I brought it on myself! I deserve unhappiness!"

She knelt between Sakura's legs, tears pouring down her face, she looked up at Sakura, and could see nothing but pure self-hatred. Sakura wasn't even listening to her anymore, she wasn't looking at her, Sakura was in her own little world of torture. Tomoyo got fed up with her best friend's pain.

"Sakura! Stop blaming yourself!" She shook her friend shoulders, making Sakura pay attention to her, making clear eye contact. She was determined to erase her friends pain.

"Your father died! There is nothing you could have done about it! Nothing!" Tomoyo noticed the sheer volume of her voice and calmed down a bit. "If you hadn't left,.." She was talking, the knot in her throat was making her speech distorted, "he would have maybe stayed around for what, another day? Another day for you to feel more guilty for leaving again! Another day for "tightening bonds"!" Tomoyo grabbed Sakura and squeezed, confessed her feelings, into the nape of Sakura's neck, for the first time since the incident. "You could have died if you guys were another day closer, Sakura! Do you know how much pain I would be in? How much pain I would have to go through if you.." She spoke and trailed off. She sobbed a bit, and continued, screaming again, at the top of her lungs,"I could have found my best friend dead, hung from that fucking thing in your basement! Just like Yukito-san found your brot-"

"Shut up! Shut up! Tomoyo! Just shut up!" Sakura's top of the lung scream was more developed, being way more openly emotional. Sakura gripped onto her best friend, little fits of sobbing shook her body, they cried for what seemed like hours before their tears had dried.

I woke up to Tomoyo's sad eyes, looking at me. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I yelled. I just, couldn't handle it." I squeezed her closer to me. I knew that I couldn't ever live without her. Never. She'd always be in my mind. She was like my mother, and my sister, and my best friend in one. and you couldn't just make one of these, and you definitely couldn't buy one in the store, with a package advertising "3 in 1". No. These had to be handcrafted by god, and I had one all to myself. Little average Sakura, had one of the best, an angel.

Fucking school. Edit: fucking teenagers. The school is doing just fine, the students on the other hand, are driving me out of my mind. The teacher is attempting to explain something to the fucking kids who are listening, and the rich cunts talking over her are keeping me from getting my, indutitably expensive, education.

The reason why I'm mad? They don't give a shit. It's not even their own money that they are wasting, It's their rich parent's "resources". I scoff. I pay to be here, I give my hard work every single night to be on top of things. I deal with horny guys, every day. They don't even care that with their parents money, I could be getting hundreds out of the fucking ass. I wouldn't need to spend half my time working to get the money to stay here, and half my time studying so that actually being here is worth the trouble.

"Solve for the solution of the system and-" Something about some rich cunt asking another rich cunt to guess what her rich cunt parents sent her over the following weekend stopped the teacher. The friend replied in a rich cunt way. "I have no idea, but what I do know is that that guy that we met while shopping in the mall last weekend totally texted me and asked me out. We're going to Sophia's cove this upcoming saturday."

What irritated me the most about this is that mis pronounced "Sophia". This only irritated me because I worked there on weekends to make ends meet for the week, and, every fucking time my stupid boss talks to me, she would tell me about the "Sophia's cove" "Way" and enunciates it in the wrong fucking fashion.

They continued blabbering on for at least 2 more minutes until I got fed up with it, the teacher obviously didn't know how to deal with these ignorant sows. I stood up, "Hey!" I said firmly, with a somewhat loud volume, that stole their attention away from their conversation, "Could you do me a favor and either pay attention or leave? Can't you see the rest of the class is trying to get a fucking education?" I saw her face contort into a somewhat stuck-up also surprised smile. She waited a few moments - thinking of her contort - before she spoke.

"Oh, oops." The level of her condescension actually surprised me some. She spoke in a slow, manipulating voice. "I'm so sorry about that, I totally forgot that some of us here are commoners, and can't afford..." Her head twitched in a sideways way, accenting the next words, "not to be nerdy bitches. Oh, how ignorant of me." She put her hand on her mouth, ristocracy almost radiating from her body. The teacher was about to speak, but I held up my hand,

"Don't worry about making yourself say it, I'll walk myself to the office, before I say something else totally disrespectful.." I shot the girl a glare as I slammed my textbook closed, putting my book bag over my shoulder, carrying the text book in one hand as I walked sternly out of the classroom. I walked upstairs.

The office was at the top floor. The benefit? For one, you don't have kids jumping off the roof into the lake or at least any roof-related retarded behaviour and also you get to see for miles.. It was a gorgeous view. I notified the secretary behind the desk why I was there, and slouched myself in one of those oh-so-comfortable waiting chairs. The school had a Red, grey and white decor, it was very old fashioned. Almost Victorian.

I breathed in deeply as I waited for the principle to beckon me into the office. It always smelt like a dental office in here for some reason. I looked to my side, there was a table of puzzles, about 3/4 of a meter tall, next to it stood one of those kid chairs, the ones made out of plastic. I was tempted. I seriously was. Oh hell, who cares? It's not like I have a reputation to keep up. I slid myself onto the chair, and laid back, leaning the rest of my back on the wall, crossing my ankle across my knee. It wasn't very girlish, or modest, but hell, honestly, why would I care about a thing like that?

I do my work everyday with my knickers on, no need to hide them now. I heard the office door open again, and the bitch who was disrupting the teacher walked through, handed the secretary a sheet of paper, a note, explaining the situation most likely, and turned around, once the got a good look at me, she snorted and sat at the furthest chair from mine. The secretary brought the note into the vice-principals office and walked out, sitting again and began typing.

"You know, I honestly don't care how hard you have to work to stay here," I sensed she had gotten up, and I saw in my peripheral that she was standing to the left of me, around a foot away from my previous chair. "Because, I have no sympathy for people who have to work so hard to support themselves, but still want to go to such a dignified place of education. In my opinion, you don't have any right to plague this school with your immodesty." She pushed my knee closer to my other knee, I guess in an attempt to cross my legs fully, but I shoved her hand off me.

She giggled and brought her face close to my ear. "Although, I will warn you," She was whispering now, "the next time you make a fool out of me, be it in class, out of school, or even when we're 80 and just happen to be at the same old-people home, I'm not letting you get away with it." She flicked her white honey blond curls over her shoulders and made a little "hmph" noise, and then, we heard the vice-principle's door open, The bitch backed away from me just a tad.

The door let out a male, I guessed 6 feet 5, he had the most pure brown hair I had ever seen, it probably hadn't been died once, his amber eyes looked like liquid gold. He half smiled as he looked our way, and looked at me, up and down, "Looking good, ladies." The thing beside me giggled and crossed her hands just below her stomach, she raised one shoulder and said something that I could hardly hear. He folded the one sheet of paper and slid it into his back pocket as he walked out the office's glass doors.. The pants were only slightly too big, but it made his ass look like... I couldn't think of how to describe it. Well, it was eye candy..

Wait... Ew. Why am I looking at his ass? I made a scowl face and "tch"d at his comment. The vice-principal called from the office door and me and her walked into the door. It was shut behind us, and the principal started with "So, tell me your side of the story, Annabelle." She started with telling him what she did over the weekend. I sighed and knew it was going to be a long, horrendous week.

*sighs* Okay. I don't exactly know weither or not I should continue with this story, I like it, but, tell me what you guys think. When I started writing it, I had no clue what I was going to do with it, but, I guess now, that I've thought about it for a while, I have a lot of plot to cover.

I've decided, if I get a lot of good feedback, I'm going to continue with it. So please, leave your reviews.

There will be way more Syaoran/Sakura development in upcoming chapters, so no need to be worried.

and, Since I don't know EXACTLY what I want to do, I will take scene requests, among plot development wishes. and, the more criticism the better the writing becomes so, definitely tell me what I need to work on. If there's any contradictions and/or spelling/grammar errors, PLEASE DO TELL ME.

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