Story Title: Portrait of a Cherry Blossom

Author: Dark Diamonds

Other: I think that due to the name change…some reviewers lost me…I can't do anything about that though, so sorry to all those nice people out there…**sob**

On a lighter note, thankers to all the people out there that reviewed! Your comments are really helping me finish this story…I never really have the motivation to finish something that I start…But Arigatou!

And, yes, I know the plot for maid/master has been used a lot…and this is a little different. But in the end, you might find a whole lot of difference…especially in the epilogue: Portrait of a Little Wolf. That is, if a.) You like the story enough to do that or b.) You actually read these comments…

Chapter Eleven: Writing

Sakura paused at the windowsill. It's just like the day I came here…Humid, but clear. I love this type of weather. The feather duster swept to and fro as her experienced hand held the handle. The days pass by so quickly…I can't even count them…

Her hand stretched out. Why do I feel so strange? She blinked. Of course…his presence is here. His aura. She sighed and closed her eyes. Why am I always asking myself how much longer I can keep this in? How can I let this out?

Determined to find a solution, she stirred up clouds of dust. But I have the advantage. I know that he has feelings for me…but he doesn't quite know that yet. She stopped. But is that a good thing?

-- Later --

"Syaoran? I think we need to have talk." Meiling pointed at her room. "Now." Shrugging, he entered. Meiling swiftly followed as the door slammed behind them. Syaoran turned. "What is it Meiling?" Do I really need to ask?

"Things have changed for us, Syaoran." Her brown eyes narrowed. "And I can almost pinpoint the day." He silently gulped. "But that isn't important now. What is important is our future. It's you choice on what happens. Your decision."

Syaoran refused to look at her. "What do you mean by that?" Meiling stomped angrily. "You can't play dumb with me, Syaoran! Our marriage is set in this week!"

He blinked. How did I almost forget? "I know Meiling." He bit his tongue. What else can I say? "Don't be ridiculous!" He tried to laugh.

Meiling fell on the bed, "I know Sakura has something to do with it. Whatever it is." Her face didn't change. "And all I know is that she feels like a challenge. Like an obstacle in love." She sighed. "But I can't hate her. She's far too nice…and wise."

Syaoran watched her. Has…Meiling actually changed? Her hand moved to her stomach. "Besides…she told me that everything would be fine. And maybe…I should listen to her. Once in a while." Syaoran blinked. Has some thing happened…that I'm not aware of?

-- The Next Day --

Sakura grabbed a piece of paper. So drawing is simple…but what about writing? Maybe I should listen to Tomoyo…

Flashback

"Sakura…I think I know a lot about your life…and you. I don't know all of it…and I probably never will. But…if it helps…you can release yourself on paper." Sakura looked up. "Arigatou, Tomoyo. I will try. Someday."

End of Flashback

"Well, it couldn't hurt to try, right?" The pencil wavered. And there's one thing I know I need to release. She could visualize Syaoran's face. Him.

She scribbled silently for a moment.

-- Later --

Tomoyo stopped at Sakura's bed. This is strange…not a drawing? She picked up the paper. Her handwriting is very fluid. It's very much like her. Her azure eyes slowly scanned the words.

Sakura burst open the door. "Hello!" she bounced around the room. "What a great day!" Humming, she put her side of the room into order. "Tomoyo? Is something wrong?"

"Sakura-chan…you're really in love, aren't you?" Tomoyo murmured quietly. "I couldn't accept it at first… Syaoran is our master. But…I think I can understand. I know that this love…is the real kind."

Sakura's aura of happiness disappeared. She looked sadly at her friend. "I didn't accept it at first…that I could have been able to love another at this time…but I have. And I don't know what to do, Tomoyo…it's so confusing…"

Tomoyo nodded. "Exactly. You expressed that…in your poem." Sakura blinked. "Hoe…Tomoyo…you actually read it?" She tried to snatch the paper from her friend. "Give that back to me!" Tomoyo jumped and ran around the room. "Then come get it!" The two girls laughed as they continued their game.

**Sakura's Poem**

Everybody falls in love sometime

Every body falls in love somehow

And each feeling is so complex

I think I've fallen in love…now.

[A/N]: So, yes, there's another twist to this story… It's a wonderful poem so far, no? You'll see more of this stuff later on… Anyway, this poem was originally made for my website at:

But I realized it fit into this plot perfectly. Please do visit my website and feel free to talk about either the website or this story at the tag board. (Found in the drop-down navigation menu) Okay, that's the end of today's ramblings… -- Lori