Author's note: My first story (a ff8 fic) was a perfect flub - my inspiration left as soon as I started it. This one however, I have planned out - I have not written it, but I do have it planned out. Please enjoy, I don't feel we have enough good Tomoyo/Sakura fics in the world. Don't review if all you are going to say is you don't like the paring.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cardcaptor Sakura, or any of the characters. This is a work of fiction, and that's too bad. ;)
The tears flowing from Tomoyo's eyes form miniature pools on the harsh white linoleum beneath her. Most things in the room were harsh white in fact, with only the obtrusion of diffracted ultra-violet hospital lights and steel waiting benches to compete with. Cheerful nurses walked past the seat upon which she felt chained to, giving sympathetic glances or reassuring smiles as though to force the happiness they falsely exhumed unto her. Her mother's chief bodyguard paced on an acute line of misery; for once wearing the regulated agent-style black suit without the confidence of one doing their duty. Every ten minutes or so she would stop pacing, look at Tomoyo just long enough for it to be not considered staring, and resume again, no doubt worrying about how her life-long friend and employer's daughter was handling this, and also whether she would be at blame.
'God, mother, why? The medicine three months ago…and this?' Tomoyo mentally tore herself apart, questioning all things available to her – her mother's love of her, her own love of her mother, her life. Never Sakura though, that was one thing that would never be in question.
Sakura…I need you here soon, please hurry. I just need someone to tell me that it will be okay and mean it…please…
Tomoyo's sobs intensified as she thought of the only one whom could make her feel like this would turn out like she wanted it to – where everyone would be back to smiles and bentos, songs and Clow cards.
Just three months ago, that had been her life. The eve of Nadeshiko's remembrance day her mother had become reclusive – not something uncommon. She dismissed those bodyguards that were scheduled to work the next day, and went out on her own. Assumedly, she went out to quite a few bars, because when she came back home it was quite late the next day in a drunken stupor, crashing ungracefully through the front door and onto the couch. At that time, Tomoyo was at school, but the security cameras captured enough for such a thing to be easily found out. The guards that were heading out to pick Tomoyo up to go home, along with Sakura for some homework, found her passed out and quite cold on the couch a few hours later.
The doctors found high amounts of Tylenol in her system – so high, in fact, that she was said to be most certainly dead after results came back. Despite the impossible amount of drugs in her system, she pulled out of the coma she had doused herself into. After a few days rest, she promptly began working again, never speaking of the matter with her daughter, leaving only speculations and hurt eyes to know any better.
And now it had come back at her. The doctors had found an incredibly large tumor in her body near the stomach during a small test to make sure that she hadn't been taking large amounts of medication again. The only option she had for treatment was surgery followed by heavy chemotherapy, and that itself was not much of an option – this time, she would surely die if not for it. This time at least, she told Tomoyo of the news. That's all she did though – immediately after telling Tomoyo the date for the procedure, she left the room, and Tomoyo was left in ice, tears forming fresh upon her previously rosy, now ashen, cheeks.
So here she sat, the day her mother had said, in the harsh ultra-violets, drinking in the pure loneliness that they proclaimed. And there she would sit for quite some time, until she was gently put to sleep – dreamless and crystalline – by the one whom she had come to love, the one who had yet to love her; her angel.
Propping Tomoyo up on herself, Sakura sat motionless listening to the echoing footsteps of people moving. The sleep card had crept into her hand as soon as she saw Tomoyo crying while staring vacantly at the lights below, reflected on the ghostly pale tiles. As soon as Tomoyo had been put to sleep, Sakura felt tears welling in her own eyes. It was now that she could relax her guardedly happy face, put up in order to give Tomoyo confidence about the source of this grief. In truth though, just seeing her normally smiling best friend in such mental pain had drawn any optimism she had left out of her.
The bodyguard whom had been relentlessly pacing back and forth slipped lightly out of the scene, allowing herself some relief knowing that Sakura was with her young master, along with taking apart her mask of professionalism. The small sobs from around the corner echoed her own; the hospital surrounding them mercilessly continued its dreadful vibrant whiteness.
It took Tomoyo four hours to pull herself from the magic-induced slumber, exactly three minutes to fully wake up, and another twelve seconds to realize where she was. By that time, Sakura had already pulled her face back in to optimism, adjusting her hair and wiping her tear-tracks from eyes to neck. Tomoyo's soft black hair ruffled against her cheek as a disheveled head was lifted from Sakura's shoulder. A small amount of warmth was left on the shoulder, trailing away as Tomoyo stared with exhaustion-filled eyes at Sakura, not saying a word. She pulled herself back towards her resting place, and began to cry again.
"Shhh…It'll be ok." Sakura whispered to the top of Tomoyo's head.
Tomoyo shook her head slightly, preparing to deny the fact that it could be ok.
"She'll be ok…I promise." Sakura said as she pressed her face into the black mass of hair.
They both stayed like that for some time, until the 'Operation in Progress' sign bleeped off, and the blank doors opened.
Additional note: While updating may be sporadic, rest assured; this story will go on.