Hello, everyone! This is a revised version of this story. No major
changes, just some modifications to make the story flow a little better.
Anyway, this has no smut in it, but it does contain what I would think are
adult situations (or reasonable facsimiles, hence the PG-13 rating). I
hope all you guys like this one. Please review when you are done!
-Type like this is a characters thoughts.-
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Act I: In the Cold. . .
Syaoran hated the cold. He looked out the window of his apartment, watching the flurry of snow that seemed to be burying the whole town. The weather forecasters had said this could easily be the worst blizzard this town had seen as far back as they were keeping records. He could believe it. If he didn't know better, he would have thought it the work of a Clow Card.
He turned back to his dark room, lit only by candles and trickle of light from outside, and sipped his lukewarm tea. Sakura had been on the phone with him just before the power had gone out, asking if he had seen Tomoyo- chan. She sounded worried when he said that he hadn't. He was about to ask if there was something wrong when the line went dead. A fierce gust of wind outside made him shiver. The storm was getting worse.
He took another sip of tea. Daidouji-san had not been herself for several months now. She never tried to follow them around with her camcorder anymore, and she usually declined invitations to go out with her friends. He had noticed that her smile wasn't the same anymore either. She always tried to put on a cheery face for everyone, but he could tell that something was wrong.
He had met Daidouji Tomoyo almost eight years ago, and while annoying at times, she was always cheerful, and helpful, and loving to her friends. He sometimes regretted never trying to get to know her better than he had. She was the one who helped him to tell Sakura that he loved her, and she helped Sakura realize her feelings for him. Daidouji had done all this for them, and he still never called her by her first name like most of her other friends did.
They had all been through so much together, and it pulled at his heart every time he saw her try to fake a happy face so others wouldn't worry. He had wanted to say something to her, but figured Sakura would be better at that sort of thing.
He sighed a bit, and tasted his quickly cooling tea as he turned back to the window. The snow was building up on his balcony, and he could barely see the road in front of the apartment site. Then he blinked, and squinted as he peered out into the storm.
There was someone trying to walk down the path to the building, but they looked like they were drunk, stumbling and falling when the wind gusted again. Maybe I should go check. . .he looked at the stumbling form again.
"Daidouji?"
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Syaoran ran into the snow toward his friend. She was having trouble standing up, and her movements seemed to be slow and muddled. The young sorcerer knew that she didn't drink (they had all promised that they would have their first drinks together, Sakura, Syaoran, and Tomoyo.), so there had to be something wrong with her.
He had rushed out of his room in such haste, he had failed to put more than a light jacket over his everyday clothes, and he was more than ready to get back to the relative warmth of his apartment. He put one arm around her back and one under her legs. When he lifted her up, he tried to get back to his apartment as quickly as he could without killing himself on the ice patches that seemed to be everywhere.
The door slammed as he kicked it shut behind him. -Ok, what do I do now?- Her clothes were wet from the accumulated snow and ice. -I need to get her dry before she catches pneumonia.- Syaoran set her down gently, resting against the foot of his bed. He could feel worry starting to build within him.
She was unconscious, and her usually pale white skin was red everywhere he could see. Her face and hair were covered in frost, and her breathing seemed very shallow. Suddenly, a terrible thought struck him. -What if she has hypothermia? You can DIE from that!- He could feel panic creeping up on him. His mind raced back to a first aid class he had once. -The first thing you have to do is make sure they are dry, then slowly try to warm their body back to a normal temperature.-
He brushed some of the ice off of her face. God, she was cold. -Alright, Syaoran, you know what you have to do. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're trying to save one of your best friends life here!-
He picked her back up and took her into the bathroom. Setting her down, he gulped nervously, "Please forgive me, Tomoyo-san, but Sakura would kill me if I let something happen to you." He grimaced as he removed her coat, feeling bad about handling her in such a familiar way. -Shut up and DO IT! If you don't, she's not going to make it!-
He took a deep breath and removed her shirt, then her pants. Quickly grabbing a towel, he tried not look as he dried her unconscious form. -I never realized just how beautiful she is.- He shook his head. -What the hell am I thinking? I love Sakura! I can't be thinking about Tomoyo like that!- But he found it very hard not to. He had never imagined in a million years that he would be drying a half-naked Tomoyo of all people.
A blushing Syaoran picked up the dark haired girl and lay her on the bed. Running to the closet, he pulled out a sleeping bag and several blankets. Opening the large sleeping bag, he rolled her into it, and closed it. He then proceeded to throw every blanket he had on top of it. -Ok, now what?-
She started to mumble something. Rushing over he put a hand on the side of her forehead, "Tomoyo? Can you hear me, Tomoyo?"
Her eyes cracked, ".cold." Her voice was very weak and rasping.
"Just hold on, you'll warm up in no time! No one hates the cold like I do, so you couldn't have come to a better place to warm up!" he said, trying to be comforting.
He could barely see her crystal blue eyes, ". . .Syao. . .ran. . .help. . ." he was getting agitated, and she sounded scared. -What else can I do?- ". . .so. . .cold. . ." With that, her eyes closed.
-Oh God. . .- He felt her neck, getting a very weak pulse, and he could only barely hear her breath. She wasn't even shivering anymore. Syaoran knew she couldn't wait long enough for her body to warm itself up. There was no heater because the electricity was out. The hot water heater was out, too. The only way for him to warm her was to do it himself. -Syaoran, she's alive, but she won't be for much longer if you don't get over yourself and help her!-
He touched her forehead again, "I'm really sorry, but I'm not going to let you go like this." He stripped to his boxers, pulled back the blankets and unzipped the sleeping bag. -Here goes nothing. Sakura, Tomoyo, PLEASE forgive me for this.- He climbed in with her still body.
-GOD. . .DAMN. . .you are so COLD!!!- He was already shivering before he zipped the bag up. He turned them around so the dark haired girl was laying on him, hoping that this would get the most heat to her. He rubbed her ice cold arms, then rubbed her back. He was having trouble controlling his own shivering. "You had better be alright, Tomoyo. You know how much I hate being cold!" He smiled a little at that, knowing that if she had heard it, she would have too.
It hit him suddenly how serious this moment was. She could die, right here, in his arms. He was doing something that he would have done for almost no other person besides his Sakura.
Syaoran was tiring from rubbing her arms and back so furiously. His whole body was aching from all the shivering he was doing, and still she still wasn't moving, not even a tremble. He was trying desperately not to think about how hopeless this seemed.
Laying in this near panic state for what seemed like forever, he continued to listen to her breathing to make sure she was still there. His hope that everything would be alright was fading with his strength.
-What was that?- He stopped for a minute before he felt it again. She was weakly shaking. Rubbing her back again with renewed strength, he spoke into her ear as it rested, listless, on his chest, "Come on, Tomoyo! You have to make it! Don't leave like this! You can make it!"
Her shivering was becoming more apparent, his fear beginning to give way to an anxious hope. -You can make it. Just a little more!-
"Syao. . .ran. . .?"
"I'm here, you're going to be fine, Tomoyo-chan."
She seemed to sigh a little as she relaxed again. She was still cold, but much warmer than before. -She should be fine now. . .- Syaoran sighed in relief before he tried to roll back around to get out of the sleeping bag they were both occupying. "Eh. . .?" She was holding onto him. He tried to gently pull himself free, but to no avail.
-I don't want to wake her up. . .well, I suppose she does need to warm up some more.-
Syaoran sighed as he relaxed. He was still cold, but he was too tired to care. He gently brushed the dark hair away from the sleeping girl's face. "What were you doing out in a snowstorm like this, Tomoyo?" he whispered. With that thought, Syaoran lost his battle with exhaustion and fell into sleep.
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I hope you all like this story. The second half is waiting for your viewing pleasure. Please read on, and send back a review when you are done!
-Type like this is a characters thoughts.-
Something More
Act I: In the Cold. . .
Syaoran hated the cold. He looked out the window of his apartment, watching the flurry of snow that seemed to be burying the whole town. The weather forecasters had said this could easily be the worst blizzard this town had seen as far back as they were keeping records. He could believe it. If he didn't know better, he would have thought it the work of a Clow Card.
He turned back to his dark room, lit only by candles and trickle of light from outside, and sipped his lukewarm tea. Sakura had been on the phone with him just before the power had gone out, asking if he had seen Tomoyo- chan. She sounded worried when he said that he hadn't. He was about to ask if there was something wrong when the line went dead. A fierce gust of wind outside made him shiver. The storm was getting worse.
He took another sip of tea. Daidouji-san had not been herself for several months now. She never tried to follow them around with her camcorder anymore, and she usually declined invitations to go out with her friends. He had noticed that her smile wasn't the same anymore either. She always tried to put on a cheery face for everyone, but he could tell that something was wrong.
He had met Daidouji Tomoyo almost eight years ago, and while annoying at times, she was always cheerful, and helpful, and loving to her friends. He sometimes regretted never trying to get to know her better than he had. She was the one who helped him to tell Sakura that he loved her, and she helped Sakura realize her feelings for him. Daidouji had done all this for them, and he still never called her by her first name like most of her other friends did.
They had all been through so much together, and it pulled at his heart every time he saw her try to fake a happy face so others wouldn't worry. He had wanted to say something to her, but figured Sakura would be better at that sort of thing.
He sighed a bit, and tasted his quickly cooling tea as he turned back to the window. The snow was building up on his balcony, and he could barely see the road in front of the apartment site. Then he blinked, and squinted as he peered out into the storm.
There was someone trying to walk down the path to the building, but they looked like they were drunk, stumbling and falling when the wind gusted again. Maybe I should go check. . .he looked at the stumbling form again.
"Daidouji?"
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Syaoran ran into the snow toward his friend. She was having trouble standing up, and her movements seemed to be slow and muddled. The young sorcerer knew that she didn't drink (they had all promised that they would have their first drinks together, Sakura, Syaoran, and Tomoyo.), so there had to be something wrong with her.
He had rushed out of his room in such haste, he had failed to put more than a light jacket over his everyday clothes, and he was more than ready to get back to the relative warmth of his apartment. He put one arm around her back and one under her legs. When he lifted her up, he tried to get back to his apartment as quickly as he could without killing himself on the ice patches that seemed to be everywhere.
The door slammed as he kicked it shut behind him. -Ok, what do I do now?- Her clothes were wet from the accumulated snow and ice. -I need to get her dry before she catches pneumonia.- Syaoran set her down gently, resting against the foot of his bed. He could feel worry starting to build within him.
She was unconscious, and her usually pale white skin was red everywhere he could see. Her face and hair were covered in frost, and her breathing seemed very shallow. Suddenly, a terrible thought struck him. -What if she has hypothermia? You can DIE from that!- He could feel panic creeping up on him. His mind raced back to a first aid class he had once. -The first thing you have to do is make sure they are dry, then slowly try to warm their body back to a normal temperature.-
He brushed some of the ice off of her face. God, she was cold. -Alright, Syaoran, you know what you have to do. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're trying to save one of your best friends life here!-
He picked her back up and took her into the bathroom. Setting her down, he gulped nervously, "Please forgive me, Tomoyo-san, but Sakura would kill me if I let something happen to you." He grimaced as he removed her coat, feeling bad about handling her in such a familiar way. -Shut up and DO IT! If you don't, she's not going to make it!-
He took a deep breath and removed her shirt, then her pants. Quickly grabbing a towel, he tried not look as he dried her unconscious form. -I never realized just how beautiful she is.- He shook his head. -What the hell am I thinking? I love Sakura! I can't be thinking about Tomoyo like that!- But he found it very hard not to. He had never imagined in a million years that he would be drying a half-naked Tomoyo of all people.
A blushing Syaoran picked up the dark haired girl and lay her on the bed. Running to the closet, he pulled out a sleeping bag and several blankets. Opening the large sleeping bag, he rolled her into it, and closed it. He then proceeded to throw every blanket he had on top of it. -Ok, now what?-
She started to mumble something. Rushing over he put a hand on the side of her forehead, "Tomoyo? Can you hear me, Tomoyo?"
Her eyes cracked, ".cold." Her voice was very weak and rasping.
"Just hold on, you'll warm up in no time! No one hates the cold like I do, so you couldn't have come to a better place to warm up!" he said, trying to be comforting.
He could barely see her crystal blue eyes, ". . .Syao. . .ran. . .help. . ." he was getting agitated, and she sounded scared. -What else can I do?- ". . .so. . .cold. . ." With that, her eyes closed.
-Oh God. . .- He felt her neck, getting a very weak pulse, and he could only barely hear her breath. She wasn't even shivering anymore. Syaoran knew she couldn't wait long enough for her body to warm itself up. There was no heater because the electricity was out. The hot water heater was out, too. The only way for him to warm her was to do it himself. -Syaoran, she's alive, but she won't be for much longer if you don't get over yourself and help her!-
He touched her forehead again, "I'm really sorry, but I'm not going to let you go like this." He stripped to his boxers, pulled back the blankets and unzipped the sleeping bag. -Here goes nothing. Sakura, Tomoyo, PLEASE forgive me for this.- He climbed in with her still body.
-GOD. . .DAMN. . .you are so COLD!!!- He was already shivering before he zipped the bag up. He turned them around so the dark haired girl was laying on him, hoping that this would get the most heat to her. He rubbed her ice cold arms, then rubbed her back. He was having trouble controlling his own shivering. "You had better be alright, Tomoyo. You know how much I hate being cold!" He smiled a little at that, knowing that if she had heard it, she would have too.
It hit him suddenly how serious this moment was. She could die, right here, in his arms. He was doing something that he would have done for almost no other person besides his Sakura.
Syaoran was tiring from rubbing her arms and back so furiously. His whole body was aching from all the shivering he was doing, and still she still wasn't moving, not even a tremble. He was trying desperately not to think about how hopeless this seemed.
Laying in this near panic state for what seemed like forever, he continued to listen to her breathing to make sure she was still there. His hope that everything would be alright was fading with his strength.
-What was that?- He stopped for a minute before he felt it again. She was weakly shaking. Rubbing her back again with renewed strength, he spoke into her ear as it rested, listless, on his chest, "Come on, Tomoyo! You have to make it! Don't leave like this! You can make it!"
Her shivering was becoming more apparent, his fear beginning to give way to an anxious hope. -You can make it. Just a little more!-
"Syao. . .ran. . .?"
"I'm here, you're going to be fine, Tomoyo-chan."
She seemed to sigh a little as she relaxed again. She was still cold, but much warmer than before. -She should be fine now. . .- Syaoran sighed in relief before he tried to roll back around to get out of the sleeping bag they were both occupying. "Eh. . .?" She was holding onto him. He tried to gently pull himself free, but to no avail.
-I don't want to wake her up. . .well, I suppose she does need to warm up some more.-
Syaoran sighed as he relaxed. He was still cold, but he was too tired to care. He gently brushed the dark hair away from the sleeping girl's face. "What were you doing out in a snowstorm like this, Tomoyo?" he whispered. With that thought, Syaoran lost his battle with exhaustion and fell into sleep.
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I hope you all like this story. The second half is waiting for your viewing pleasure. Please read on, and send back a review when you are done!