the.tragedy - Before I found my other story, I began writing this one with my cousin. Each chapter is from the point-of-view from either Sakura or Syaoran. She'll be writing for Sakura, and I'll be writing for Syao. The first chapter is hers obviously, so the next will be mine, the third will be hers, etc..

SxS & hints of ExT.

Read and review, please. She does know that I am posting this as well, but we both agreed to post it all on both of our accounts. It would get kind of tiresome if readers have to go back and forwarth in order to read the chapters. So, don't report me lol

His And Her Circumstances

Chapter One. Her

Today had to be the worst day of my life. I sat cross legged on my sofa staring at my cell phone on the coffee table, which had just delivered me the one thing I really didn't want to hear.

Tomoyo's mother had died.

Not only was Tomoyo my best friend but her mother had also been dear to me, as well. I couldn't bare the thought of it all. Why?

I sat clenching my fists. Everything in my entire body felt numb and I could barely breathe...All of this and I couldn't shed a single tear for my best friend, for my second mother, not even for my own self pity.

I stood up and walked to my bedroom making sure to slam the door extremly hard. My father wasn't home, as usual, so it didn't matter. I walked by my full length mirror and at the site of my reflection, I stopped and approached it. I stared at my face, slightly tanned and a few freckles around my cheeks from the sun. I took in my short honey hair that looked like crap after running my hands through it nervously over and over as Tomoyo bawled on the phone about the accident. And finally, I stared back into my own green eyes, urging them to start watering so I could properly mourn the loss.

Nothing.

So I threw myself on the bed instead and moped.

It wasn't long before my phone started ringing again.

I forced myself to get up and answer it.

"Yeah?" I mumbled half heartedly into the phone.

"Hey there kid..." It was Tomoyo's boyfriend, Eriol. I felt somewhat relieved to hear his voice.

"Did Tomo calm down yet?" I asked. Eriol sighed, shooting down any hope I had left.

"Unfortunatly, she has locked herself in her mothers room and I can't get her to come out."

The sudden thought of Tomoyo laying across her mothers bed, sobbing to death, brought a new wave of depression through me. I still couldn't cry for her. Instead, I grabbed my bag and ran out of my house.

"I'm on my way..." I muttered into the phone, before I slammed it shut. I got into my car and stared at my reflection. I was never any good at comforting anyone, so I had no idea why I was going, but I knew that my presence would make her feel a little bit better.

I drove down the streets I grew up on. St. Charles was a small town in Northern California. It wasn't a well known place. There wasn't even a mall. About twenty minutes away was a city called Windchester City and that was where I was going to college. They had everything the little town it was named after, didn't.

St. Charles was the type of place every child dreamed of growing up in. It had four seasons and a huge lake, in between the city and the smaller town, that was great for swimming in the summer and a perfect place to ice skate in the winter time. Everyone knew everyone and there was no judgement.

I had spent all eighteen years of my life here...

I pulled up to one of the bigger houses on the highest hill in town. Tomoyo and her mother had lived here ever since Tomoyo was a baby and she always complained it was too big for two people.

I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car...

"I DON'T WANT TO COME OUT"

Yeah...I was wrong. Tomoyo still refused to come out and she was blubbering like a whale. Eriol looked somewhat hurt by her refusal to allow him to comfort her. He was, after all, her boyfriend and had been for the past two years.

"Tomo you have to, we need to start..." I didn't want to finish that sentence...we had to start preparing the funeral, but saying that to Tomoyo would only upset her more. I was at a loss...I didn't know what to do so I flung myself down on the couch and stared at the wall.

Behind me, I heard Eriol mumbling. I strained my ears to hear, feeling a sudden rush of guilt for invading his privacy.

"Tomo...please open the door..." His voice was barely above a whisper, the hurt clearly written in it. "I want to help you..."

And then, to my great surprise, I heard a click and the bedroom door flung open. I whirled around to see Tomoyo in Eriol's arms, sobbing her brains out. Her long raven hair was a mess and her lavender eyes were closed tight.

I managed to give Eriol a hopeless smile and he returned it rather weakly. I could tell we were all exhausted with pain and yet there was still so much more to do. As I was about to suggest we get started, it was Tomoyo who surprised me.

"She wants to be buried next to Daddy..." Tomoyo mumbled, standing up straighter. "She wants to be holding lilies...And she wants her casket closed...Momma always said it was easier to say goodbye that way."

"You did know her best." I said softly, opening my arms to welcome her. She came to me and gave me a huge bear hug to let me know she appretiated it.

"College soon?" She asked, obviously changing the subject for a moment.

"Oh yeah...Windchester University." I replied, forcing a smile.

"I hear they have amazing dorm rooms," Tomoyo said, pulling her long hair back into a ponytail. "Eriol isnt one of your friends going there?"

He jumped slightly, I could tell he had been off in his own little world. "Oh...yeah! A buddy of mine from my early high school days, before I moved here. He's coming out to be closer to me and he heard Windchester University was a really great place."

"Yeah it is, I looked into it alot before I applied."

"Yeah..." Tomoyo mumbled, staring off out the window.

An awkward silence followed. I didn't really know what to say.

"I guess I can't avoid it anymore..." Tomoyo sighed. "Let's get to work..."

I gave her a sympathetic smile that she didn't return and we began the preperations for the funeral.

I walked into the kitchen and poured three cups of coffee, adding chocolate powder and sugar to each, before carrying the steaming mugs to the dinning room where Tomoyo was writing in a notebook. Eriol watched her with a gentle worrying look.

I set down the mugs and they each took a sip. I walked over to the window and stared out onto the street. It had started raining, perfect for the depressing mood looming over the house.

Tomoyo and Eriol had begun to talk in hushed tones. I decided not to disturb them and retreat into the kitchen.

I called my boyfriend, Jake, and told him everything. I needed some support at the moment, and seeing Eriol and Tomoyo so close, made me long to hear from him.

"Sorry to hear," He said shortly. I could hear some weird noises in the background...it sounded like a girl...and decided against asking.

"We're planning the funeral." I said, biting my lip. "You will come right?"

"I'm not sure I can."

I sighed and said I'd let him know when, and then hung up. We have been dating for almost a year now. Although he can seem a bit rough, he can also be sweet and very smart. He plans to go to Windchester University as well...

I had never been to a funeral before...well, scratch that, I had been to one, it had been my grandmas. I never knew her, she was my father's mother. I was only eight at the time. I didn't really know what was going on and I couldn't understand why everyone was crying, so I snuck up to my room to play with my dolls, and listen to my new pop cd.

I wish I could do that now.

Jake, of course, had plans today and couldn't make it, so I was on my own.

I could barely squeeze through the hallway, there were so many people. Some of them seemed to only have come for the food. The ceromony had been a heart breaker. But I still hadn't cried. I sat under my umbrella, staring at the wet grass, as Tomoyo stood in front of everyone to read what she had written about her mother, breaking down halfway through.

Now I was looking for a room to escape in without anyone seeing me.

A waiter walked by with a tray of wine. I grabbed another, I had already had four glasses. Finally, finding an empty hallway I slipped into the first door I found, which happened to be the bathroom.

I climbed into the tub like I used to when I was a little girl. I always had done this when my brother and father were yelling at each other. I used to bring my cd player too, and drown out the yelling.

This time I sat in silence with a glass of wine on the shelf next to me, half empty, staring at my reflection in the silver faucet.

The door swung open and I looked up to see a guy about my age, peer in.

He saw me and for a moment looked startled. But then relaxed and stared back at me.

I couldn't help checking him out. I know, I know, I have a boyfriend but it wouldn't hurt to look.

He was taller than me, and had a pretty nice build. Soft chestnut hair...pretty brown eyes.

He hesitated before slowly starting to back out of the room.

"You can go." I mumbled, grabbing my glass of wine. I took a drink and turned my attention back to the silver faucet. "I wont look."

He made an embaressed noise and his cheeks turned a little red.

"I wasn't going to..."

"Then why come into the bathroom?" I asked, giving him a sideways glance.

"I didn't know this was a bathroom actually..." He said. "I was just looking for a place to get away from the crowd."

"Well...there is a little more room in here if you want to try." I said scooting back so he could climb in. He looked a little surprised at this, I am after all a little tipsey and I'm sure when I look back on this I'll feel stupid. "Well?"

He stood in the doorway a few more seconds before walking in and closing the door. He then walked over to the tub, took off his shoes as I had done, and climbed in sitting opposite of me.

Now that he was closer I could see he didn't have brown eyes at all, instead, they were a pretty amber color.

"How did you know her." I asked, attempting to start a conversation.

"I didn't, I came for my friend." He moved around a little to get more comfortable. "What about you?"

I hesitated for a minute before answering, "She was like a mother to me."

"I'm sorry."

I looked up at him and he seemed like he meant it. He also looked really attractive sitting scrunched up in the bathtub. Maybe it was the wine, but I couldn't help myself, I pounced.

He went stiff for a moment. I mean, who wouldn't when you have a girl you don't even know practically molest you at a funeral, in a bathtub.

After a few seconds I felt his arm slide up mine and he finally started kissing me back. I wondered if he felt sorry for me, I was, after all, buzzed and probably seemed pathetic and lonely.

I felt some pressure on my shoulder as he started pushing me back.

"You move kind of fast." He said, with a slightly amused tone. "I don't think I even know your name yet."

"Angie." I muttered, leaning in for round two. I had no idea why I lied to him about my name. Natural instinct? Most likely.

About thirty minutes had passed by and I realized Tomoyo was probably looking for me, so I snapped out of it and pulled away.

"We should get back to the funeral." I said, instantly regretting it. He looked so damn hot with his shirt half buttoned, messy hair, and flushed cheeks.

"Bored of me already?" He asked, smirking.

"Not at all, infact, meet me at my place after this funeral is over." I said, grabbing his hand and writing my street name and house number on his palm.

"I'll see what I can do." He joked, fixing his shirt.

I got out of the bathtub and fixed my hair in the mirror. I then straightened my dress out a little bit before walking out the door.

Downstairs, I found Tomoyo eating a large piece of cake with Eriol next to her, his hand on the small of her back.

"Where have you been?!" She asked through a mouth full of cake. I smiled at her, and put my hand on her arm.

"I'm sorry, I just needed some alone time."

"You need alone time?" Tomoyo asked, furrowing her eyebrows. "I need alone time."

"I'm sorry." I could tell she was really upset. I looked at Eriol for some kind of help, but he pretended to be extremly interested in a piece of lint on his shirt.

Tomoyo set the cake down and waved it off. "Never mind, it's no big deal, I'm getting ready to end this thing anyway...I'm tired."

"Do you want me to stay here tonight?" Eriol asked her gently. She smiled and nodded leaning against him.

I couldn't help but feel a little guilty about what had happened upstairs. But I brushed it off and helped Tomoyo ask the guests to leave.

After giving Tomoyo and Eriol a hug, I jumped into my car and drove home. As I had expected, a car was parked outside and there he was, leaning against the hood, waiting for me. I didn't really know what I was doing...I had a boyfriend for crying out loud.

I smiled as I got out of the car, all of the guilt leaving my body at the site of him.

"Couldn't wait?"

"Well you were a pretty intruiging person, I couldn't help it." He replied, flashing me a million dollar smile.

Before I knew it, we were inside, clothes flying faster then I could say desperate.

Yeah, I know this is bad...Cheating is one of my biggest pet peeves and here I was with a guy I didn't even know. Then again, my boyfriend left me here in this hell hole while he went off to Miami with all his buddies doing god knows what.

I could always blame the alcohol.

I didnt even bother turning the lights on. We backed into my bedroom and tumbled onto the bed.

His lips felt like fire on my skin and it all felt so good yet so wrong.

And then, just as my dress slipped off, everything came rushing to a gut wrenching halt.

Everything hit me at once, my guilt, the death of Tomoyo's mother, seeing my best friend in so much pain and being unable to do anything about it, knowing my boyfriend might be doing the same thing, and this moment which was so great, but so unexpected.

I started to cry.

It was probably the most embaressing moment I'll ever have. He noticed instantly, and found my bedside lamp, turning it on and staring at me like a lost dog.

There I was in my underwear, tears gushing down my face, trying to sustain my sobs but only managing to reduce them to awkward hiccups.

What a mood killer.

He didn't seem to mind though.

"She meant alot to you, didn't she?"

I didn't expect that, really. I was kind of startled out of my sobbing for a minute. I looked up at him and gave him a really weak smile before managaing a choked "yes", he didn't need to know the other details.

He scooted closer and put his arm around me. I sighed and leaned against him. We must of looked awkward. Both of us barely dressed, me crying my eyes out, neither of us knowing a thing about eachother.

Then I suddenly realized something.

"What's your name?"

He gave a short chuckle and replied, "Syaoran."

I wondered if he lied about his name too or if he, unlike me, had the decency to tell the truth.

I then decided it didn't matter, after tonight I wouldn't ever see him again. I couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Before I could say anything else I felt myself dozing off...