A/N: Feeling quite moody really. I might become a tad bit depressing and unwilling to write. Forgive me.

Summary: No way is Sakura Kinomoto handing over her precious twin boys to their father Syaoran Li who walked out of their lives when Sakura is pregnant. So what should she do when her boys want their father? Will they meet their father during Tomoyo's upcoming wedding?

Sakura, Tomoyo: 24 years old

Eriol and Syaoran: 25 years old

Daichi and Daiki: 5 years old、

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"Have you heard about the affair?"

"Bitch!"

"How dare she cheat him behind his back! She doesn't deserve him at all…I do!"

"Such a slut. "

"Remember her mother? She was disowned by her family for running off with some teacher guy."

"Two-timer! Who knows? Maybe even three!"

"A devil behind her angelic looks"

"Good thing that her true nature is exposed; she couldn't parade her sly tricks in public now"

"She is an utter disgrace to our town!"

The murmurings seemed to increase in volume and intensity to the point of screaming. They are incriminating her, mocking her, accusing her and the image of them pointing fingers at her refuse to leave her troubled mind. She pressed her clenched fists to her ears, willing them to drown out the voices, but they just all the more shrieked louder and louder and louder. The voices did not cease.

-Normal POV-

A faint beam of moonlight slipped through the fluttering curtains, illuminating the pale and distressed face of a woman, her pained expression making her seemed younger than she was. She looked lost and truly frightened. Her eyebrows were knitted together and her eyes squeezed tightly shut, glistening in the weak lighting.

She shuddered and hugged her knees to herself and curled up in her bed. It was as if she was comforting herself from the lingering presence of a nightmare or even a…memory she didn't want to remember…

She slept fitfully that night.

-x-x-x-x—x-xx—xx-x-x-x

-Sakura POV-

It was the usual. I expected nothing less from Tomoyo. With Eriol there to support her, I bet her torture methods are getting more and more…err…creative. Doesn't that guy know not to spoil his fiancé; I'm the one suffering here! Hello? Hey you up there! Why are you not doing anything to this injustice! I thought you are supposed to help people in need like me!

A girl needs her beauty sleep, that's my motto. While Tomoyo's is:

"Rise and shine, Sakura, get your butt out of the bed!" Tomoyo chirped happily and pulled open the curtains, bathing my dark-but-not-anymore-room in a shower of dazzling golden light. Not in a good way, mind you. I almost went blind. I reach for my blankets, but cruel, cruel Tomoyo skipped to my bed, snatched them away from my searching fingers, and dangled them in my face.

And that was after she poured a bucket of ice water on me and requested my boys to jump up and down on my bed. Well, only one boy agreed to that, Daichi was still in bed, probably snuggled deep under the covers, dreaming of teddy bears and puppies.

That lucky boy! He gets to sleep, while his poor mother doesn't. Sniff.

Speaking of puppies, what is the dog doing to my face? Ewww. My face practically dripped dog saliva when I dragged myself out of the sanitary of my bed. Not to mention my whole body is utterly wet. No price for who did this to moi.

Glancing at the mirror while scrubbing my face furiously, I stared at the back of my eyelids and I saw pitch black.

Come to think of it, that reminded me that I have to talk to Tomoyo about her night rendezvous she kept from me.

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Last night

The dream had shaken me so badly that I headed for the kitchen to gulp down something cold to chill. I was still stumbling around due to frazzled nerves and drowsiness. It was a wonder she did not heard me coming.

It was just a soft rustling but the night was so silent, so quiet, that I found myself threading softly, just not to break the silence.

You know? When the atmosphere was this creepily, quiet, aren't you afraid that monsters and ghost and other unknown might pop out at any corner?

Hmph. Well I don't care if you don't, I do. That is why I was so damn startled when I saw Tomoyo betrayed my trust right in front of my eyes.

Well, I talk to her tomorrow. Let's see what she has to say about that.

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Tomoyo POV

OH MY GOD! Sakura knows!

I don't know how she knows, but she knows. I know she knows because she came right up to me and stared right into my eyes and went," I know."

!!!!!!!!!!

And she said it all knowingly, you know?

But, the thing is, I don't know what is the thing that she knows and thought I know which I think I know, but I don't know.

ARGGG!!!

What should I do!!! If Sakura knows that I know and did not tell her what I know before she knows, she is NEVER EVER going to wear my creation NOW!!!

Gah! Where is Eriol when I need him anyway?

"—last night" Oh oh. I did not catch what Sakura said, but, LAST NIGHT???

My heart felt shriveled and died in my chest, Sakura is never going to forgive me now.

"Sakura, I'm so sorry, I know you're never going to forgive me, but I did this for your own good really. I hate to say this to your face but you are getting older you know. Your situation is driving me crazy, and you should understand a bride plight before her wedding. Besides, Daichi and Daiki-" I rambled on.

"What's you stealing my precious cookies which I had specifically told you IT IS OUT OF BOUNDS, AND NOT TO TOUCH got to do with the boys? "

It seems Sakura and me were in a complete different universe. .

"And I had them specially ordered from Japan! Japan! For goodness sake! You of all people should know that I crave for Japan cookies! Do you know how heart broken I was when I saw you reaching for MY box of cookies AND talking on the phone. Tomoyo! At least savor them properly. Eating them like that is a downright offence to the cookies! ---"

Oh. OH. OH MY GOD! I almost babbled about me arranging for the best man to attend my wedding in Tokyo out to SAKURA. Who is here already. When all she had been talking about was some-STUPID- -IDIOTIC-PIECES-OF-WHEAT!

"---what about me getting older? I am NOT getting fat; I can oblige myself to have some of those chocolaty, mouth watering cookies once in a while. Which I cannot do so----"

I almost had a heart attack. Thank god she doesn't know…yet. Let's forget about the delicious cookies for now. Focus, focus on calming my heart rate down, I heard it is bad for my body. Maybe I should medicate, I think I read somewhere that it helps sooth the mind and body."

"—now. You better make up to me and explain what are you doing to my cookies, can't you see the [Sakura property, keep away, or else] pasted there?"

Breathe in, breathe out, ahhh yes, I feel so much better.

"Did you mention about Daichi and Daiki? OH no! They didn't help in the disappearance of my cookies did they, did they? Are you listening to me? Tomoyo!? Tomoyo?!"

Think of positive thoughts, that's another method to relax. Mmm. The taste of those ultra mega cookies last night, where did Sakura say she got them, I have to order some for myself too, now where have I put that note that comes with it?

"TOMOYO DAIDOUJI! Snap out of it! Have you been listening to what I was saying at all?" Sakura waved a hand in front of my face, looking immensely irritated.

Blinking, I replied slowly, "But how was I to know what is yours or not when all the stuff in the fridge all have that ridiculous tag? You are wasting my paper you know? Whose fridge is it anyway?"

Sakura scratched her head sheepishly and dashed off, throwing back a bye over her shoulders.

"Sakura, wait up! Wear those clothes I prepared before you go to school! Your wardrobe is horrendous! "

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Sakura POV

"Miss Kinomoto, you have to understand, that my son's school performance is my top priority and your responsibility as a teacher" the anxious mother shrieked into my ears.

Hello? Who am I? A genie? Excuse me, teachers are not miracle givers, I CANNOT force you idiotic son to score well. Take that, stupid parent.

"I try my very best, but it is really the student's own will whether he wants to study or not." I tried to talk sense to the mother on the phone.

But guess what, her demands are getting worse.

"MY SON told me, you REFUSE to go through the literature test with him. He was absent! It wasn't his fault he couldn't come to listen to your lesson when he is so sick he couldn't even lift a finger off the bed! I saw him with my own eyes, he was hacking and coughing and choking to death" her voice is getting higher and higher.

That dratted Tai person, I wished he really did hacked and choked and coughed to death. He must have thought he flunked the test and then fake illness to skip the results day. Which he did. Give the guy a price for knowing he suck in language. And arithmetic, science, art and history too, from what I have heard from the staffroom. That guy can actually fail something which us teachers thought were mere impossible. Not to him anyway.

Talk about talent and top priority.

"Madam, I did not, I repeat, did not ask him to buzz off and fend for himself. What I told him was that he should check with his friends first and come to me later if he have any problems he would like to clarify. I would be happy to do so." I articulate each word slowly, as if she was retarded and three years old.

"NO! You would explain it to him one to one, for every single question! I would not have it any other way! It is neither his fault nor your fault, but you will make it your responsibility! If not, I'll report you to the principal" she seemed to be getting more agitated, at me, which is not doing good to my patience.

I took a deep breathe. "Fine, I look into his case after school, arrange him to meet him when he is free." I tried to be as reasonable as possible.

"NO! He is EXTREMELY busy. You would explain to him in class! I would not have it any other way! It is neither his fault nor your fault, but you will make it your responsibility! If not, I'll report you to the principal!"

I snapped. You would have if you had been on my shoes.

"LISTEN HERE WOMAN. IF IT IS NOT MY FAULT OR YOUR LAZY SON 'S FAULT, THEN IT MUST BE YOUR FAULT! I HAVE AN EVEN BUSIER SCHEDULE TO TAKE CARE OF, WOMAN. WHICH PART OF I AM BUSY DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND. HUH!?! YOUR SON SHALL MAKE TIME FOR ME, NOT THE OTHER WAY ROUND. IF NOT, I'LLREPORT YOU AND YOUR SON'S CRAPPY ATTITUDE TO THE PRINCIPAL, FOR HARRESSING TEACHERS. DO YOU GET ME?"

Now, that was refreshing, I have been told it would do you no good to keep everything bottled out. Someday, that unfortunate fella would explode. Best to come clean with it.

There was a huge intake of breath on the other side of the phone. She sounds strangled and unbelieving such a sweet sounding teacher was rude to her.

Hehe, there's a first time to everything.

Seriously, I am frustrated enough to wish that I could have reached into the phone to strangle the life out of that annoying lady. Then, she'll never bother me again! YAY! But sigh, technology is sadly not that advanced. And she'll never dare to show her face in front of me. Too bad.

She laughed nervously, mumbled a sorry for taking your time and hang up.

MWAHA. Feel the fury of us teachers!

(A/N: Btw, this is a true story which my Language arts teacher told the class, except that I exaggerate a little, but he did seem really pissed and most of it were true. Just a little joke of mine, which I bet you would not understand, but never mind. )

Ah yes, before I forget, I have to remember a businessman is coming to my class today to "help the students understand better of the future options they could take--".

The school had invited various famous people to talk to the school about their work experience; most classes have already been through this crappy nonsense, it's my class turn to suffer now.

Oh well. At least I can skip teaching today. That just means I'll put off me picking on Tai today. Opps, did I let that slip? Pretend you didn't hear that. I am extremely nice, really, and do not take any offense at all at unreasonable parent calling 3 full hours before school EARLY IN THE MORNING. Of course not, you all know I have a heart of gold.

Let's see, who is coming to bore my class and me to death? Hmm? Where is that note Jenny gave me? AH! Here it is, the information on today special guest.

I DID NOT SEE THAT!

HAVE I GONE BLIND?

NO FREAKING WAY!

I THOUGHT HE IS IN HONG KONG? WHAT IS HE DOING HERE!

My life officially ends now.

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That's all. R&R

Btw, don't get me wrong, I'm not killing Sakura. Just making her head lose a bit of blood and so shock till her heart stop. Yea.

Blah. Should I continue this fic? Don't feel like it. But i suppose I will. Since my friend finished hers. SO sian.

Smilylily who is not happy anymore =(