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Chapter Eighteen

I make believe you're close to me, but it isn't close enough

Tomoyo, rocked back and forth, as she stared out the window. The sun had turned grey, and the sky seemed to have lost its entire colour. Never, in her life had she'd ever seen, such a depression site, it continued to pour outside, with the thunder rumbling here and there. Above the banging of hail, on the windowpane, Tomoyo could hear the mumbling cries of Sakura. She looked down to see Sakura weeping heavily in her arms. Tomoyo had tried countless times to sing to Sakura, but what once calmed her down, now made her cry even harder. All she could do was offer solace.

"Oh Sakura," she whispered, Sakura continued to cry even harder

"He hates me Tomoyo, he hates me," Sakura constantly repeated, between her chokes.

Tomoyo gently closed her eyes, she knew very well who Sakura meant. She remembered the very morning she came home, to her dorm. She had just had a wonderful night with Eriol, of course it was nothing too serious, she would never do that. When opening the door she recalled the stillness in the room, not a bird chirped, the water wasn't running, and the cheery voice of Sakura couldn't be heard. Oh yes, she remembered it, all too clearly.

***FLASHBACK***

Tomoyo giggled delightfully, as she ramaged through her bag searching for her keys to the dorm. Her violet sent spread everywhere throughout the hallway, while in her right hand, a lovely delicate, violet flower, rested gently within her reach. She arrived to her dorm, to find the door already ajar.

Concern filled her eyes, "Sakura?"

Cautiously she walked in, looking here and there, to catch site of her best friend, appearing somewhat dead on the floor. Tomoyo's eyes immediately boggled out of their sockets, when she saw Sakura's bleeding hand. Tomoyo's eyes followed the trail of deep rich blood, and then to the head dresser, as she realised that Sakura had smashed the mirror, into millions of shattered pieces. When she overcame her shock, she rushed to her friend's aid. Tomoyo's hands, were shaking she much that she found it hard to control them, as she went to check Sakura's pulse. Sighing in relief

Thank God, she's alive

***END OF FLASHBACK***

Tomoyo could feel tears, dripping down her cheek, she was crying too, crying for her friend. According to Eriol, Shoaran was so angry that he didn't even notice the scar on her right side. Tomoyo knew why, Shoaran was so happy that he could finally marry someone, that the council might have approved of; only to find out that, that person, was the very person he couldn't love. Tomoyo breathed softly, Sakura could feel her breath on the top of her head. Nobody could've eased the pain, she felt now, nobody. Shoaran's rejection had felt worse then a thousand stabs to her heart. She just wanted to die, or better yet, just forget completely about him.

"Oh Shoaran," She cried even harder, then before, as she grieved.

Tomoyo looked down at her sympathetically, there was nothing she could do, and Sakura had to get through this on her own.

Eriol walked around campus, searching for his cute descendent. He finally discovered him, on the legendary bridge that was built above a stream that was thought of to bring good luck. Shoaran's eyes were guarded, mysterious, and intense as he stared into the water, as though he was off in some distant world.

"Hello my cute descendent," Eriol greeted him

At first Shoaran didn't respond to anything, until Eriol waved his hand in front of his face several times, before he came back to life. Eriol almost wish that he didn't.

Shoaran faced him with eyes of ice, never had Eriol seen, so much hate and gloom, at one time. No sooner had Shoaran faced him, did he grabbed onto the collar of Eriol's shirt, a special shirt that Tomoyo had made for him, she had said that it complemented his eyes.

"You knew," Shoaran hissed, his eyes desired to hurt somebody, and Eriol knew it.

Eriol took his deep shappire eyes away, from the hateful amber eyes of Shoaran, to look briefly at the stream, behind Shoaran. Closing his eyes, he knew that he was guilty of what Shoaran had said.

"Face me you coward," Shoaran was surely going to make Eriol deaf.

Eriol lifted his eyelids, to glare sternly at Shoaran, "Yes, I did know," his voice was quiet, yet strong at the same time

"And you didn't tell me," Shoaran smashed Eriol hard against the small bridge. Eriol thought to himself

True his descendent was stronger physically, but he was stronger magically.

"ERIOL-KUN," Tomoyo's musical, beautiful voice had reached his mind. Eriol switched his gaze from Shoaran, to Tomoyo who was sprinting full force towards, obviously worried about her boyfriend.

Shoaran ignored her cry, and continued to tighten his grip on Eriol's collar, his eyes demanding an answer to his confusion.

Tomoyo, was now beside Shoaran,

"Stop it Shoaran, leave my boyfriend alone," she begged him, as she tried to pull Shoaran's hands from Eriol's shirt. Her delicate, hands clearly weren't meant for anything other then singing, so it was all-pointless.

The mentioning of boyfriend, had only increased Shoaran's wrath, angrily he pushed Tomoyo aside, causing her to fall on the hard concrete sidewalk.

Eriol saw this, and began to feel his good natural temper, breakdown. A fast wind came, causing a lot of confusion, as Eriol summoned all his power. Tomoyo watched in horror, as her beloved boyfriend's eyes began to glow a bright blue, and as his hair got blow about. Tomoyo too, could feel her hair whip against her face, but she dare didn't move, she was too afraid. She had never seen Eriol this angry before.

Shoaran too was shocked. He's quick reflexes didn't do him any good, cause soon enough, he found himself being thrown into the stream by Eriol's great powers.

Eriol came close too summoning another spell, one that surely would break every bone in Shoaran's body, when Tomoyo laid her soft hand on his shoulder. As soon as she touched him, Eriol felt all his anger leave his body. He turned to see, his lovely girlfriend's violet eyes, eyes which always seemed to bewitch him, everytime he gazed into them. Lightly he caressed her pale, soft cheek, with the back of his hand. Tomoyo closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against his hand. Eriol smiled a small smile, and pulled her close to him, gathering in her sweet, aroma.

Shoaran, watched, speechless, he could see both there auras mixing, violet and navy blue, causing a feeling of melancholy, throughout his body, disgusted with himself, he slumped his shoulders.

Eriol slowly pulled Tomoyo away from him, although her words were small, Shoaran knew what she was saying.

"I am alright Eriol-kun." Smiling Eriol, placed his arm around her petite shoulders, and faced Shoaran.

"I am sorry, my descendent for losing my temper. However, I believe that some fresh spring water will clear up your obviously clouded mind. Farewell Shoaran." Shoaran watched dumbfounded as he watched the pair, stalking off, where they disappeared.

He gazed into the water once more, silently he prayed, allowing himself for the first time to cry. He longed for Sakura, he longed for her, more then anything, he wanted to press his lips against her. A picture of her beautiful entrancing eyes flooded his mind.

Reality, however, began to sink in; never had he felt so helpless, so hopeless. He sat in the stream, as a tear, drifted down his cheek, dancing briefly on his chin, before, falling into the stream.

Hopeless, was how he felt inside.

Closing his eyes he made believe that he was close to Sakura again, but it wasn't the real thing.

Opening the door, to her dorm, Sakura arrived to class, twenty minutes early, she couldn't stand facing Shoaran eye's. She knew she betrayed him, by lying. Just, at gazing at Shoaran's empty seat, Sakura felt herself beginning to weep. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to her seat, with the classroom vacant, there was nothing to do. Her chest raised slowly up and down, there was nothing to do, but forget about him, about the love, they shared twice. He message was load and clear.

I DON'T WANT TO SEE, OR HEAR FROM YOU EVER AGAIN!!!

Tears began to drip from her eyes; she couldn't fight it anymore.

"Cherry?"

Akara had entered her dorm, hoping to be at least fifteen minutes early, so she could prepare. She arrived, surprise, to find her favourite redheaded student, sitting in her seat, and silently crying.

Sakura, briskly wiped away the tears, but it was too late, her professor, had already seen them.

"What's the matter?" Sakura looked up to see her teacher's rare grey eyes peering at her with concern. Sakura shrugged at first, thinking that she could lie to her, and tell her that everything was fine. Sakura struggled to lie, but she couldn't. Rather, she just let go, and hung her head, sobbing.

"Cherry," Akara, took the seat next to Sakura.

"You already know my real name, why don't you call me by that instead," Sakura held her right cheek, her eyes already red and puffy from crying, "I would really appreciate it,"

Akara bit her lip, "Yes I know your name is really Sakura, but that doesn't mean I have to call you that. You did fool me to believe that you weren't my god daughter, although I did have my suspicions."

Sakura raised her face from her hands, "How did you know, it was me."

"You have the same eyes as your mother, and same clumsiness," Sakura chuckled, a little bit, it felt great to hear herself laugh.

"Is that a smile, I detect?" Akara questioned coyly.

The smile, that burnt brightly on Sakura's face disappeared, upset and heartbroken she tore her gaze from Akara. Sighing Akara embraced Sakura, as a mother should, and began to whisper words of a different language in her ear. Despite the fact Sakura never had heard it before, she understood what she was saying.

"My God daughter, pain is part of the world, without it, there would be no compassion. It is the truth, and makes us stronger then we believe we are."

TRANSLATION

"My God daughter, pain is part of the world, without it, there would be no compassion. It is the truth, and makes us stronger then we believe we are."

The words were blissful to Sakura; they contained such great truth, as well as sorrow. She looked up to the women, she thought of as a second mother and in the same language she spoke.

"What if I grew weaker instead of stronger. Everyday I find it hard to live without speaking to Shoaran. He's so cold, and he…"

TRANSLATION

"What if I grew weaker instead of stronger. Everyday I find it hard to live without speaking to Shoaran. He's so cold, and he…" she began to choke "h..hates me. It's like a storm, and I am being swept away by it."

Akara's eyes sparkled with glory,

"After the storm, there is always clear beautiful skies. Shoaran, doesn't hate you. He may have said words of treachery, and pain, but I assure you he loves you as much as you love him."

TRANSLATION

"After the storm, there is always clear beautiful skies. Shoaran doesn't hate you. He may have said words of treachery, and pain, but I assure you he loves you as much as you love him."

Sakura opened her mouth to speak, but the class had already began to fill with students. Akara gave a smile filled with encouragement and strength, as she walked up to the front of the room. Turning back, Sakura turned back to see Shoaran's seat empty.

"I am afraid, everyone, that Mr. Li has chosen to switch into another class," Akara's words, had stung Sakura's heart, inside she felt herself breaking, and the voice winning the battle she had been fighting ever since the accident.

Your weak it hissed, causing her to cringe. Akara would take several glances towards Sakura, to see her happy eyes. However, Akara knew that behind those eyes, Sakura was trying desperately not to break down.

Try to be strong Sakura,

Shoaran stood in the hallway in front of the door to he's old class with his favourite teacher, Miss Lendina, which had just, began. Even from where he stood, he could see Cherry's marvelled mass of red hair, as well as her pink aura. It was no longer bright, and it pained him just to see her like that. Inside, he knew that he just couldn't leave her, again, but he had no choice.

Clenching his fist he remembered the words of the council.

You may be willing to risk your life, but what about the life of the Clow Mistress.

After a minute or two, he tore his gaze from the back of her head, and his heart from hers. Filled with fury, he sent a flying punch, towards the hard brick wall, and crushed the amounts of rock leftover, within his tight grip.

Yes he would love her, he would lover her forever, but only from a distance. There was nothing for him and her, only pain and suffering. He could never put her through it, he could never…

"Damn them," he ran his hand through his messy hair. His feelings were far too strong to break, but he was stronger.

Trembling, he stalked off into the shadows, where he would disappear from her life forever.

Suppi: Why such a short chapter.

Fruity: Cause I wanted to end with a cliffhanger

Suppi: * Slapping his head * Not again.

Fruity: Yep, I am going back to Cliffhangers, it's the only way to boost up my inspiration.