This story is supernatural/drama/action/angst/fantasy/romance/Horror/Mystery/some comedy/Suspense

I don't own CCS, or any products mentioned

Rating T: for Language, Violence

My writing style in Fanfiction.

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Something one of the characters is writing or reading

*Sound*

/ / Flashback / /

/ Dream /

Important Note (READ!): Ghost 'Syaoran' will be known as Syaoran, and such when I'm talking about him I will type Syaoran. Alive 'Syaoran' will be known as Xiao-Lang, and when I talking about him I will type Xiao-Lang. Though the characters are actually addressing him as Syaoran (just so you know)

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Existence

Chapter 12 Tomoyo and the Sword in the Stone

I felt, I was living in a world all by myself. A world made of glass, and I was stuck on the inside only looking on. Looking at another world, while I was trapped behind the glass.

"Tomoyo-chan, I'll be back later, so you be good now."

"Okay, Mother." A young Tomoyo replied with a smile as she watched her mother go out the door.

Everyone's parents spent lots of time with them. They would show up to events and cheer their kids on. My mother was always too busy. My father non existent. I was the odd one out. The who's parents never showed up for anything.

At first I didn't mind. I understood that my mother was busy. But still I would hope, that just once she could show up. But my hopes would always be shattered as every time, she wouldn't show.

I would hang around at my cousin Sakura-chan's house, her family was so warm and fun. Unlike my cold family, if it could even be called that. My mother and I would barely even speak, she knew nothing about me, my likes, my dislikes, anything at all. We were total strangers, but to the world we were Mother and Daughter. But just this bond, doesn't make one anything. A real mother would know stuff about her daughter, even if only a little. Even the maids and the bodyguards knew more about me then she did. So even if I had to call her my mother, deep down in my heart I didn't feel she was.

I was jealous of Sakura-chan. I was envious of her. I wanted her life, it wasn't fair, I felt. It wasn't fair... for her to have a loving parent, but not me. It wasn't fair. All the times I would sitting by myself at home waiting for mother to come home. And when she did come home, sitting across from her at the table in silence.

I would always watch Sakura-chan's family engage in pleasant meals, filled with vibrant conversation. I wanted that. I wanted a life like that. Deep down, at first I hated Sakura-chan. I was so envious of what she had; I wanted it for myself. I wanted to steal Sakura-chan's family for myself. But as Sakura-chan excepted me, and spent time with me, my dark core was having a light shined on it. I hated myself, as all my dark thoughts were exposed to me when I would look at Sakura-chan. She was so pure, while I was so vile. She was clear like crystal and you could see straight through her, while I was so tainted that my surface couldn't even be seen.

I realized I didn't hate Sakura, or even want to steal her family from her. What I hated was myself, I hated how I had these dark thoughts about things. How I would act sweet and innocent on the outside but the inside I would be saying all my twisted thoughts and emotions. I did want things with my mother to change, I wanted us to get closer, but I didn't want to lose her. I wouldn't my mother for anything. She is still my mother, and I care about her.

My house felt so cold and uninviting. So I would spend as much time as I could at Sakura-chan's house. I didn't want to go back to that house. It felt like I was all alone there, in that huge mansion. I was just a lone person standing in a sea of endless rooms, with all of them feeling as cold as ice. At Sakura-chan's house, even if I just sat there and said nothing, I would be immersed in the warmth coming from her family. My cold feelings would for the moment be lifted and I could enjoy the comfort of the heat.

Sakura-chan became my escape. I would use her to escape from reality. To be able to leave to my glass cage, if only for a short while. I was using her, but through that, I started to like Sakura-chan, and I quickly decided I wanted to be her friend. But even though we were friends, I still kept using her as my key. However, one day my key left.

Sakura-chan moved. It was something sudden and unexpected, I never thought something like that would happen. Without Sakura-chan there, I was completely lost. Sakura-chan was my world. At first I wanted to hate those who caused the move, but I knew they didn't want to cause Sakura-chan the pain of moving and having to make new friends.

Without Sakura-chan to help me escape, slowly the glass box became my permanent prison. I would forever be stuck looking at everyone from the inside of my cage, watching them have fun, while I had to stay out in the cold.

"Tomoyo-sama, the limo is ready." The woman bodyguard said as she knocking on Tomoyo's door.

Tomoyo stepped out of the room a minute later. Her expression was dull and seemed to lack life. How long have I been stuck in this cage. Repeating the same events over and over. It has been years since I saw Sakura-chan.

Everyday is the same, an endless cycle, I get up and walk through these empty halls of the mansion. I go to school and stay completely by myself. Going home, I have to spend all my time in solitude again.

On Sundays I leave the mansion and head to my special place. It is a nice quiet place, where almost no one goes. I think about my world, as I sit in the same bench week after week. The only thing around me is the quiet atmosphere of the museum. It is a different kind of quiet then at my mansion. This kind is nice and peaceful, there is something serene about it.

These paintings keep me company as I sit in my bench, they are my only companions. I immerse myself in their worlds and think what they would say if they could talk. Both of us say nothing, for different reasons. I say nothing, because I know nothing will change, and because I'm scared to. These paintings don't have the ability to speak, they are trapped the way they were made, just like I'm trapped in my fate I had since I was born.

"Why don't you try to break your cage."

Tomoyo's eyes flew open and she frantically glanced around the room. She was completely alone as far as she could tell. The only other things in the room were the paintings, the bench she sat on, and the stone in the center of the room with a sword pierced in it.

"Who said that? Is someone watching me. Come out."

"I've been here the whole time. I've listened to your problems week after week, in silence. But I decided now, to utter my thoughts to you."

"This... this isn't funny." Tomoyo yelled growing scared and confused. Where are they...

"You are looking for the wrong thing. You are expecting a person to be watching you, someone hiding in the shadows. However, I have no been hiding at all. I've been in plain sight the whole time. In the center of this room I've waited for years now."

Tomoyo slowly realized that the voice was coming from the sword in the center; not from a person. You... you can talk...

"Yes that is correct, I can talk to you. But only through your mind. I can also hear your thoughts. This is how I've heard you talk about your life from the very first time you stepped into this room."

Tomoyo decided to ignore most of the fact that she might just have gone nuts, and is just hearing voices in her head. You tell me to break my cage, how do you expect me to do that.

"I think you already know the answer to that. However you have already deemed the action pointless. But that is only just one of the ways to break free. You've been so intent on getting your mother's love that you can't see the other doors to your cage. You only see one of the many options. You tried the door once, and assumed that there is way to open the door, and so you haven't tried any other methods of opening the door. There is more than 1 way to open a door. You've been too afraid to try the other options and so you say that they won't work, before you even try them."

Tomoyo knew the sword was right, she had been afraid to take any action, and so nothing ever changed. Without realizing it, Tomoyo herself had made the cage even more unbreakable. But now, the mist was gone, now that someone had pointed things out, Tomoyo could see things clearer. Tomoyo decided that she wasn't going to just try one way to open a door, she was going to try them all.

Over the next few months Tomoyo would visit the museum and talk to the sword every week about her situation. And as the weeks passed Tomoyo didn't realize it, but she had made a friend. And little by little Tomoyo started to forget about the cage around her.

"Umm.." Tomoyo called out to the security guard. "What happened to the sword that was on display here?" She asked when she noticed her friend had been replaced by a large gemstone.

"Oh that thing. Turns out the thing was fake, and was actually modern. So we got rid of it."

Tomoyo felt like her whole world had come crashing down. She... couldn't talk to Sword anymore... But... that was how she could escape her cage...

"W-w-w-w-wh-where-where is it?" Tomoyo stuttered trying to find her voice.

"We are selling it to some shop." The guard answered.

"Whatever that shop is paying." Tomoyo cried out. "I'll pay five times it, if I can have the sword today!"

Sword helped me escape my cage. And I will not allow myself to be put back inside.

Very short chapter is very short.

I apologize, but I haven't felt good over the past couple of days. I'm surprised I even wrote this much to be honest.

Hopefully I'll feel better soon, so I can't update again.

I liked the point where I ended, which is why I decided to post this. It feels somewhat complete, the Tomoyo backstory, at least to me.