Sick Days
By Meiko Song aka Koreana Girl 2k
Disclaimer: I do not own CCS and am not affiliated with CLAMP. (I think you knew
that.)
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Just a few notes... There is slight homosexuality in this fic and also a theme of
suicide, and that's why it's been rated R. Nothing too strong, but you've been
warned. Proceed...
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Ever since the dance, I've been sick. Friday? Sick. Saturday? Sick. Sunday?
Sick. Monday? Hmm... I wonder. And Tuesday? Still sick. And all of my friends
are getting sick now, too. Even Sakura! But I'm taking care of her, since she's more
sick than the rest of us. She's in her room, sleeping. Her house is so warm and
homey. I feel free, and motherly, taking care of Sakura and all...
The way I see her and the way I feel for her, she'll never understand. That
clueless, yet innocent air around her, full of life, energy, and curiosity... If only she
knew.
...Knew she made me love. Her. But I know where her heart belongs. I'm
not clueless. I'm not innocent. I'm quite the opposite. As I nurse her back to
health, I feel my heart pound. As I walk up these stairs, I feel my head rush. As I
open the door to her room, her scent is quite intoxicating. I'm only 15, but I still
think of my problem... I've never had a first kiss. I want Sakura to be mine, mine to
hold, mine to love, mine to keep, mine to kiss. She looks so pale …her father is out
of town, her brother is on a trip with Yukito-kun and his family. She is depending.
On me. But as I sit down next to her, on the bed, a feeling is coming over me. Have
you ever wanted something so badly, known you can't have it, but still, idiotically, go
after it anyway? Well, that feeling is taking control of me and I want her now. I'm
leaning over her, just one kiss…and…oh, crap! The doorbell! Ahh… gotta hurry
downstairs. I have to answer the door before they leave! I hope it's not Syaoran-
kun because I don't want him to take away my time with…her.
"Ohayo gozimasu." I knew it.
"Ohayo Syaoran-kun." Must you be so formal?
"Is Sakura here, Tomoyo-san?" And if she is?
"Hai. She's upstairs sleeping, though." Ha.
"Oh… well, don't tell her I came by." Oh! Is he blushing? Where's my camera when I
need it?!
"Okay. Ja n-"
"Sya-Syaoran-kun? What are you doing here?"
Noooo…! Why??? What is she doing down here?
"Sakura-chan, you're resting. Please don't over exert yourself!"
"I'm fine, Tomoyo-chan! Don't worry! I'm just fi-"
"Sakura!"
"Sakura-chan!"
As we both grab for her before she hits the ground, I realize that even though my
feelings for my dearest friend are strong, she'll never feel the same way. Her heart
belongs Syaoran. As Syaoran's heart belongs to her. As he catches her in his arms,
I feel the tear, rip, and pain of defeat.
"Tomoyo! Get a warm and wet cloth. Hurry!"
I run to get the rag and feel my chest raging. Why me? Why do I have to have my
heart broken? This is what I get for loving someone? Fine, then. Let them have it
their way!
Instead of a towel, I grab a kitchen knife. As I run up these stairs, rage takes over
my soul. An uncontrollable, dark, black, rage. And as I break the door open, a
shocked Sakura and Syaoran look at me.
"Tomoyo-chan! What are you doing?!" Sakura…
"Tomoyo-san! Put the knife down! Dammit put the knife down!" I want you to die
so badly, but… but… I don't want Sakura to feel any pain. What kind of friend am I
anyway? Psychotic? Obsessed? A freak? Yup, and that's why I deserve…
"THIS!"
As I shove the knife through my heart, I feel pain that is nothing compared to my
heart break.
"Tomoyo, NO!"
"Tomoyo-chan! Tomoyo! Tomoyo! TOMOYO!!!!"
"Just call the ambulance! Hurry!"
Hmm… the blood pouring out of my soul… I can feel it seep through my clothes and-
I know you'll forget about me Sakura. Go live a happy life with Syaoran. Ugghh…
"Oh my God! Syaoran! She's coughing up blood! Help her!"
"To-Tomoyo-san…"
I struggle to get the words out, but I will.
"Syaoran… You took her from me. You to-took my heart! You took Sakura!"
"Wha-what?! Just hang in there!"
"Don't pretend you care for me! But you… Sakura. You know, I loved you…"
As everything begins to fade, I hear Syaoran yelling something like, Oh my God.
Shit. Tomoyo, hang in there!, and Sakura is screaming and crying. The medics are
propping me up on a cart-ish thing… and, and…
"Don't leave me Tomoyo! You're my best friend! Don't leave me!"
Sorry, Sakura.
"Sorry, to be a burden. Good-b-bb-b…"
Goodbye.
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End.
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This is probably one of the few dark fics I'll write and you are all probably wondering
why I wrote this. I was inspired by Cloud Ishida's fanfic, Leap of Faith. And by CCS
as a whole. I don't mean to be dark, but it's the plain truth. Confessing you're heart
rarely ends happily. I wanted to show what could happen if the conflicts became
real. That death could be involved. If you have any flames, questions, comments,
or complements, go ahead. I'm curious to see what people think. This is my first fic
so tell me what you thought. Ja ne,
Meiko Song
By Meiko Song aka Koreana Girl 2k
Disclaimer: I do not own CCS and am not affiliated with CLAMP. (I think you knew
that.)
***************************************************************
Just a few notes... There is slight homosexuality in this fic and also a theme of
suicide, and that's why it's been rated R. Nothing too strong, but you've been
warned. Proceed...
***************************************************************
Ever since the dance, I've been sick. Friday? Sick. Saturday? Sick. Sunday?
Sick. Monday? Hmm... I wonder. And Tuesday? Still sick. And all of my friends
are getting sick now, too. Even Sakura! But I'm taking care of her, since she's more
sick than the rest of us. She's in her room, sleeping. Her house is so warm and
homey. I feel free, and motherly, taking care of Sakura and all...
The way I see her and the way I feel for her, she'll never understand. That
clueless, yet innocent air around her, full of life, energy, and curiosity... If only she
knew.
...Knew she made me love. Her. But I know where her heart belongs. I'm
not clueless. I'm not innocent. I'm quite the opposite. As I nurse her back to
health, I feel my heart pound. As I walk up these stairs, I feel my head rush. As I
open the door to her room, her scent is quite intoxicating. I'm only 15, but I still
think of my problem... I've never had a first kiss. I want Sakura to be mine, mine to
hold, mine to love, mine to keep, mine to kiss. She looks so pale …her father is out
of town, her brother is on a trip with Yukito-kun and his family. She is depending.
On me. But as I sit down next to her, on the bed, a feeling is coming over me. Have
you ever wanted something so badly, known you can't have it, but still, idiotically, go
after it anyway? Well, that feeling is taking control of me and I want her now. I'm
leaning over her, just one kiss…and…oh, crap! The doorbell! Ahh… gotta hurry
downstairs. I have to answer the door before they leave! I hope it's not Syaoran-
kun because I don't want him to take away my time with…her.
"Ohayo gozimasu." I knew it.
"Ohayo Syaoran-kun." Must you be so formal?
"Is Sakura here, Tomoyo-san?" And if she is?
"Hai. She's upstairs sleeping, though." Ha.
"Oh… well, don't tell her I came by." Oh! Is he blushing? Where's my camera when I
need it?!
"Okay. Ja n-"
"Sya-Syaoran-kun? What are you doing here?"
Noooo…! Why??? What is she doing down here?
"Sakura-chan, you're resting. Please don't over exert yourself!"
"I'm fine, Tomoyo-chan! Don't worry! I'm just fi-"
"Sakura!"
"Sakura-chan!"
As we both grab for her before she hits the ground, I realize that even though my
feelings for my dearest friend are strong, she'll never feel the same way. Her heart
belongs Syaoran. As Syaoran's heart belongs to her. As he catches her in his arms,
I feel the tear, rip, and pain of defeat.
"Tomoyo! Get a warm and wet cloth. Hurry!"
I run to get the rag and feel my chest raging. Why me? Why do I have to have my
heart broken? This is what I get for loving someone? Fine, then. Let them have it
their way!
Instead of a towel, I grab a kitchen knife. As I run up these stairs, rage takes over
my soul. An uncontrollable, dark, black, rage. And as I break the door open, a
shocked Sakura and Syaoran look at me.
"Tomoyo-chan! What are you doing?!" Sakura…
"Tomoyo-san! Put the knife down! Dammit put the knife down!" I want you to die
so badly, but… but… I don't want Sakura to feel any pain. What kind of friend am I
anyway? Psychotic? Obsessed? A freak? Yup, and that's why I deserve…
"THIS!"
As I shove the knife through my heart, I feel pain that is nothing compared to my
heart break.
"Tomoyo, NO!"
"Tomoyo-chan! Tomoyo! Tomoyo! TOMOYO!!!!"
"Just call the ambulance! Hurry!"
Hmm… the blood pouring out of my soul… I can feel it seep through my clothes and-
I know you'll forget about me Sakura. Go live a happy life with Syaoran. Ugghh…
"Oh my God! Syaoran! She's coughing up blood! Help her!"
"To-Tomoyo-san…"
I struggle to get the words out, but I will.
"Syaoran… You took her from me. You to-took my heart! You took Sakura!"
"Wha-what?! Just hang in there!"
"Don't pretend you care for me! But you… Sakura. You know, I loved you…"
As everything begins to fade, I hear Syaoran yelling something like, Oh my God.
Shit. Tomoyo, hang in there!, and Sakura is screaming and crying. The medics are
propping me up on a cart-ish thing… and, and…
"Don't leave me Tomoyo! You're my best friend! Don't leave me!"
Sorry, Sakura.
"Sorry, to be a burden. Good-b-bb-b…"
Goodbye.
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End.
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This is probably one of the few dark fics I'll write and you are all probably wondering
why I wrote this. I was inspired by Cloud Ishida's fanfic, Leap of Faith. And by CCS
as a whole. I don't mean to be dark, but it's the plain truth. Confessing you're heart
rarely ends happily. I wanted to show what could happen if the conflicts became
real. That death could be involved. If you have any flames, questions, comments,
or complements, go ahead. I'm curious to see what people think. This is my first fic
so tell me what you thought. Ja ne,
Meiko Song
