I've had a lot of time on my hand, yes I said hand, and decided that I've made you all wait to long for this chapter so I will make it just a litter longer than I usually do, but I'm not promising any thing. Please R+R.

Just When You Thought The Fights Were Over… Things Take A Turn For The Worst. You Win Some… You Lose Some… It's Just How Life Plays It's Games, But When You're Fighting The One You Love Things Get Complicated.

Fighting The One I Love

By MoshiMoshiQueen

Beta Reader Hana No Tenshi (Thanks a bunch!)

~Thoughts~

"Talking"

(Me Talking)

Reminder of What Happened (Before The Extra Goody Limited Chapter)

"She can't court anyone," Said Eriol walking through the door.

"Yes, I can Eriol. Nothing is stopping me."

"That child you're carrying is, my dear Tomoyo. Wait, my mistake. OUR child that you're carrying."

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Tomoyo's azure eyes dulled, searching for what to say she opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Eriol reached out for her, but Tomoyo pulled her arm back, "Fine, you got your way, Eriol. I hope you're very pleased with yourself."

She fled the room, tears brimming her eyes as she cursed Eriol for the humiliation she felt along with all her loneliness.

Eriol's hand dropped slightly as remorse, and more pain hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Go after her, Eriol. Don't make the same mistake twice."

Eriol turned to his mother, and knew she was correct… he couldn't let Tomoyo go, "That woman is full of audacity… god, I love her too much."

"Many understand that," Syaoran said holding Sakura tightly to his body. "Looks like we have similar taste, brother."

Sakura punched Syaoran lighting narrowing her eyes as he shuffled a laugh.

Eriol directed his eyes towards the window, and as expected, he saw Tomoyo trying to flee away from the castle, the happy couple, and especially from him and the hurt he caused her…

Tomoyo's looked depleted as she fell to her knees, crashing against the ground as she gave up all hope of ever being happy again.

~Let him win… I don't care any more. I just don't care. ~

She wasn't one who would deign (lol Eva-chan it means to lower your self or agree) herself for others, but now she was sick of revenge… she was sick off hurting people… she was sick of living.

She pulled herself up; dusting her dresses off… she finally knew what to do. She could end all her pain, and make Eriol realize just how much he how much he took from her when he left her feeling used. (Sentence thanks to Eva-chan! Thanks ^.^!)

She fled towards a radiating lake, and the lustrous glow took her breath away as she said a silent prayer… and pleaded her unborn child not to blame it's self… she didn't want her baby to grow up with it's mother in pain… she wouldn't let her child grow up with it's parents in a platonic relationship. She didn't even want herself to grow up in any more pain.

She plunged into the water knowing that if she just let herself go the process would go quicker. She didn't deserve to live… she hurt Syaoran and his bride… she hurt all the people who tried to help her, and now she was hurting her unborn child.

Flashes of memories flooded her mind… and screamed at her heart. It was if someone was urging her to save her self...urging her to live. It was as if it was an innuendo, she only showed a look of derisive (meaning a look of scorn.) as she ignored the voice in her head, and plunged into the darkness.

Eriol was full of dexterity as he fled towards the lake towards the floating body of his soul mate and unborn child. This had to be some sort of escapism. They couldn't be dead… they couldn't be lying lifeless in his arms…he couldn't have let them go one more time…

"Oh, god. Please, don't let them die! Please, take my life instead! I beg of you. Please."

His tears never seemed to staunch even when the doctor had to pry Eriol's arms off of his lost loves…

He wished that they was some mantra… some medicine that could bring them back, but like every other prayer he made… it never got answered.

"Sir, I'm really sorry…"

Eriol ignored the doctor as his hopeful expression had a look of brevity. He pushed past his family with the same look Tomoyo had… the look of surrender.

His bold and temerity features lost their glow as he made his way towards the bitter lake that took his loved ones away in a matter of moments… they just died in his arms and disappeared like sand falling through his finger tips.

He walked into the water as he started to feel geniality as the water flowed over his pale body.

As his body fell in the deep waters something made him pull up from the death that just stared at him in the face.

"Don't… please, don't die."

Eriol looked up to see Tomoyo standing angelically dressed in a simple, flowing white gown, "This does seem to be out tryst, doesn't it?"

A smile played upon her face, "don't die now, Eriol. It's not your time."

"It wasn't yours nor our child's either."

"Who says? Who in the end makes that decision? Eriol do this one last thing for me… don't die."

Eriol screamed her name as she gave once last smile and disappeared into the rising mists.

He climbed out of the water letting the wind hit him, stinging his being as he fell to his knees, "What is to live for?! Tell me, Tomoyo!"

"You can live for me."

End of chapter… I tried to make it long… any ways it took my longer to write this since I was only writing with only one hand the whole time… I just had a thorn removed surgically, so I can't use the hand for a whole week. Please R+R!!!!

Now don't flame! You know how I add little surprises here and their so a few 'dead' people shouldn't surprise you that much. And to console you a little more… some things are not always what they seem.