DISCLAIMER: Clamp has the rights to CCS. I have the right to my sick imagination.

Um, Sakura and Tomoyo. Nothing like the movie; I just love that title. Yea, sorry to those who are offended. But in such a case, what the hell are you doing here? Oh, and this is my first fanfic, so beware.

MY SASSY GIRL

I. My Sassy Girl

Yea alright, she told me. And of course, I was completely oblivious to her feelings until that point. It was an extremely embarrassing moment for me, but I sound selfish. She was the one harboring supposedly unrequited feelings for almost five years. She was the one sacrificing her happiness for my own. She's so superhuman. I may have the magic, but she is divine to human nature.

Hoe…if it had been me, I would have confessed almost immediately in all my humanly selfish, clumsy way. Selfish, that word always comes to my thoughts. In the end I got what I wanted. She, the most beautiful person I care to know about, loves me. I have always loved her. I just didn't believe in eh, don't make me say this…homosexuality. I grew up believing that befriending the prettiest, kindest girl was normal. She was, still is, magnetic in aesthetics and personality. Boys had cooties; mature translation, boys are poor groomers. Boys were mean; boys are emotionally behind. Boys were ugly; girls are pretty. Wait no, that's not right…let me straighten out my thoughts.

Boys and girls are all the same to me. Yukito-san still took my breath away occasionally. Darn that magic and blasted Electra conflict! Li-kun is handsome, well the last I remember of him at least. He was supposed to be my true love, but it's hard to love someone you never see. He went back to Hong Kong after our brief relation at the end of my Clow career. I guess it was a crush, maybe even puppy love…nothing that dampened my spirits for more than a few weeks.

And she was there, always. Since third grade, she has never left my side. She has been the one constant thing in my life. Unconditional love and support, and now I want to devote the rest of my life to make up for all my…wait, I still get confused as to what I did. I know I cried when I knew I made her cry, but what made her cry was my…cluelessness? No, there's more to it than that. But there's only so much my mind can comprehend. Sure, I'm not as dumb as I sound, but I won't deny my perception in comparison to hers. I want to believe that no one is at fault here. Matters of the heart are too hard to objectify.

Anyway, it doesn't really matter if I'm straight, gay, or bi. I love her. Sex doesn't matter, I mean gender, I mean NO, I'm NOT thinking about sex!

"I like Sakura-chan best when she's blushing," remarks Tomoyo with her candid, yet purposeful way of speaking.

I moan in embarrassment. That's the word: embarrassment. She likes seeing me uneasy so she can corner me into her seduction. Wicked. I put my head down, so she can't read me with her gentle and paradoxically intense eyes.

She gingerly lifts my chin and caresses my cheek. "Sakura-chan is very hot."

I give in! I AM thinking about sex. I don't even understand the ritual between two people in love, or in lust. Tomoyo attempted explaining it to me, but like almost everything else that's new or just intangible to me, I was lost. But I DO know it has something to do with a warmth spread throughout all your body, and how you just want to take or be taken...And it doesn't help that Tomoyo so casually throws sexual puns here and there. How can she keep her cool when things as she said, get so hot? O…I feel like an idiot next to her.

"Sakura, it's morning. You might want to save those thoughts for later tonight…" Her eyes are staring at me, but they're not. She's already off in her fantasy land, and even though I get flustered, I want to be there too. We're not even teenagers yet, but we're both already curious about…pleasure. This is what knowledge does. If everyone was as spaced out as I was, there would be no incentive to do bad things. But I guess good things wouldn't happen either. So maybe whatever Tomoyo was planning was good. It's not like her secrets are bad. The one secret she kept from me turned out to be the greatest love—a tale meant to be written. Hoe…what am I saying? I can already see that small smile at the corner of her mouth. Most people think it's endearing and mysterious, like a gift to be opened. Now while that maybe true, the gift has an equal chance of being a treasure or a gag. I have trouble keeping up with her quirks. You think I'm the energetic one? You don't know the half of it. I was a fool until now. Now, I'm a fool for her. O, there she goes, dragging me into school by the hand. C'mon, you've no choice either. Follow the chaotic days of my sassy girl and me.

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Love, hate? Qualify? Should I throw my rag into the ring? Seriously, I need to know if I'm wasting my time.