A/N: This is a story I wrote with the inspiration of a story in YM. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own CLAMP or CCS, only the characters that I have made up.



The Plank We Walked For Reality
Chapter One



For as long as I could remember it was just you and me; you, me, and no one else. In the blue Tahoe reeking of strawberry shakes and orange air freshener spray. The summer before freshmen year, we stole the car from you sister Feit while she gawked herself in Touya's hair and Yukito's smile. You rolled the car out of the garage while I steered, muffling my laughter with my sleeve. Blaring the radio, we sped down Tomoeda Lynn Avenue, you letting me drive even though I didn't have my permit. We were so bad that night, acting cool in Shaker Café while I twirled the keys around my finger, Ayumi Lander digging my worn in boots. And your mother called the police and they picked us up and we ended up being grounded for a month. But we were together so it didn't matter.

We could do anything as long as we were with each other. Sometimes during school we would race out of an assembly or class and fly to your apartment to drown ourselves in sheep less clothing until we couldn't see your ceiling. You would grab sweaters and panties, courtesy of Meilin, while I grabbed your underwear and stock high heels, from your mother's closet of course and we would pose to photos that you would leave in the locker rooms at school. I still remember some guys running up to me at school with a reprint of a photo of you and me holding a teddy bear that said 'Eat me and die'. Your face was scrunched to an unbelievable manner, bunny ears growing from your head made of tan colored fingers that we made with construction paper and you had Meilin's thong tight undies on with a sweater that spoke of pink unicorns and stars. 'I love my ponies' is what it said. I tried to muffle my laughter once more before falling off of the bed when the photo was being taken. Plaid boxers were strewn on the right side of the picture, signaling my fall.

When we got back to school we would fly into class late, Mrs. Kaho would call us to her office to yell, but soon she would forgive us and tell us to go back to class. 'Don't let me see this happen again. I will call your parents next time, I mean it. Now go back to class.'

English class would be the best part of the day. You gave me an imagination that profoundly went world wide. Together we created Arden, the intellectual Japanese teen who lived with an abusive father who nevertheless scolds her for breathing. Black eye symbolized her realization at home practically making it a trade mark of her being. So it was you, Arden, and me walking the planks of life into a party of kisses and alcohol. In the end we were always tossed out for being too loud. That's why we stuck together. We were being tossed from our own lives into parties that seemingly did the same as the rest. All the while, Arden would hang on our shoulders holding up the world for us while we lived through life the way we thought was intended.

Celebrations of birthdays and holidays were packed into a grill of steak, steaming with the fumes of fresh kerosene and the hint of BBQ sauce. We would hold hands under the table while the chef would cut off the fat surrounding our freshly cooked meat, and we would talk about how much better the world would be if everyone wore cookie dough batter for makeup. Afterward, we would drive to the Tomoeda annual festival to pester Touya and see Yukito and buy kimonos while Arden watched from behind. I still remember that time we met at Tomoyo's Halloween party caked in dye of bluish green followed by a hint of pink and Tomoyo screaming at the spilt dye on the carpet. I spent most of my time in the sink trying to get the panicked hair dye off of my fingers that nevertheless homed them for two weeks.

Then one day we both grew wise and serious and one night you told me life scared you. We stayed up most of the night talking about Makoto Inn eating grilled cheese and bending forks until the waitress came in and told us to leave or her Mafia friends would kill us both. You told me that life would soon end and you would leave me behind and that you couldn't bare that. I told you I would beat you first in the death game which sent our deal over the edge to a staggering of one thousand bucks. We weren't sure how the one who dies first would give the money up but we soon forgot about it and sat in silence the rest of the night. I dreamt of you and Arden that night casting the day we would all meet again in a serene yet fictional world not paying a care for the world around us as long as we were together.

And then things started to go crazy, guys were calling me for hangouts and you receiving calls from other girls which sent us to the plank of forgettable reality dream land. Sometimes I would ask my date to drop me off at your place just to spend some time with you, to not forget what we had together. I knew that they wanted to ask me if I was in love with you but they never asked so I never answered.

By the end of the summer our lives changed to face the real reality. I developed anorexia and you with suicidal attempts of my dismay. You would say that if I wasn't in your life then there was no you. Even when you had a girlfriend and me with my boyfriend you said you could think of nothing but me and the pain I was going through. 'You shouldn't go through this pain without someone to go through it with you' you would say. The night I came from the hospital you crawled through my bedroom window and dragged me out of my house to a near by café to talk about what we had missed together. We sat in the restaurant arguing over which brand was the best ketchup and what would happen if you squirted the mustard all over my pink pajamas. We argued like we were ten again in our plank of fantasy land laughing over the car that we had stole that is now sitting in the woods, hood peeled over the roof from an accident we were in before reality hit us. And all became quiet when you told me that you loved me, that you couldn't do anything without me. And I sat there listening to your confession wishing I could help you through this emptiness of love that was going through you. I told you that life still exists if either one of us leave and that we need to face the real world and get back to our lives. We left that night quiet for you were stunned to my accusation of life that we had never lived.

Then it hit me that day you left to go back to Hong Kong. I loved you so much that I couldn't bare to be without you just like you said when there was no life without me. I was empty. So empty I felt like going back to being anorexic and get this emptiness away with pain. But I knew that if I did I would have let you down for I told you to live life without me if you had to.

After four months of being without you I just couldn't take it any longer. I had to see you and Tomoyo knew that. She helped me with the bus tickets and the plane fair along with any other necessities that would be needed. Three days we traveled to look for you in Hong Kong. Three long agonizing days of my life we spent looking for you. But you had already left me the day you left Tomoeda. An article published in TIME sent me to the conclusion that I won the bet we made back then, the bet of the death.

'Li clan member, Li Syaoran committed suicide in the apartment of Dunn Ville leaving with the only word, Sakura, on his chest carved in blood.'


I wanted to wait for you, for one of us to see each other again. That night I told you to promise me that you would live your life if you was to go. I thought that you would actually keep it. But I guess I was wrong.

And now I am at your grave right behind your mother's mansion writing a letter for you to read when you can. Even though you are confused and in pain now I know you will get through it for I loved you the whole time we were together. I wish for just one day, reality or fantasy that you, Arden, and I could play in the blue Tahoe again without a care in the world. I wish that you will figure out your confusion so you can get on with your afterlife and be happy. Wait for me, Syaoran. I will be with you.

Love always,
Sakura
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