"But half the police force was killed or wounded. After that, nobody really went out anymore. Nobody talked about it. It was just understood -- don't be out after dark." She snuggled further into Syaoran's arms. The night was chill and her kimono wasn't very warm. She knew her family would be worried, but she needed to fill Syaoran in before she tried to convince her family that she'd just gotten separated from them. In all honesty, she didn't know what they'd seen. Mirror may have just disappeared right in front of them. It was something she knew she might have to face eventually, their finding out. If it came to that, she was prepared.
"So I tried to take them on myself. I was pretty good -- and Tomoyo was happy. She had three hobbies: making my fighting clothes, singing, and videotaping me in battle. She'd done it since we were kids and nothing had ever attacked her if she stayed well-hidden.
"But this one night, I didn't realize they'd seen us come in. And I didn't know that while some of them came at me, the others went around after Tomoyo."
Her eyes filled and he held her tighter. "I didn't know they had her until she screamed. I tried to help her, but one pushed me down, and by the time I got up again she was dead."
He sat back, imagining Sakura clawing to get up and help her friend, screaming and unleashing her magic.
"I told my family that I had run. I was faster than Tomoyo. They believed me."
He held her for a long while, and she would intermittently remember something and tell him.
"I was in a few newspapers, but nobody really found tragedy exciting anymore -- too many people had been killed.
"The second week after the accident, Touya said Tomoyo was watching over me with mom. He always used to talk about seeing ghosts, it made me curious." It made Syaoran curious. If Sakura had magic, maybe Touya did.
"Tomoyo had once shown me where she kept the videos of my fights. I had to sneak in the next night to remove them. I couldn't let her mom find out.
"I would have liked one or two of the costumes she made me, but her mom would have missed them -- we kept them at Tomoyo's house and her mom had gone through all of her clothing right after the accident, just touching the dresses and crying. She would have noticed, I know she would. I would have noticed if one of mom's dresses had gone missing."
Near midnight, they started toward her home. As they walked, Syaoran thought. "What are you going to do with your last battle costume if the monsters don't come back?"
Sakura was sleepy. "Put it in the back of my closet, I guess."
"You should have it cleaned and store it. It would make a beautiful wedding dress." She looked up at him and he flushed. "Whenever you get married," he amended hastily. She nodded. Neither of them were ready for that kind of commitment but both of them understood what was in their hearts. They knew it would probably come to that eventually.
"That's a good idea," she replied as they reached her house. She liked the idea of wearing Tomoyo's last creation in her wedding. "I'll do that."
"Come on," Syaoran grinned. "Let's convince your family that we were making out instead of running for our lives."
Sakura chuckled. "If you tell Touya that, you will be running for your life."
They laughed all the way into the house.
End
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