Chapter 2- Death of a Star
He only saw black. It stretched on and on reaching infinity. That pitch darkness that made you think your eyes were closed. He didn't know how long he had been standing there until the distant rays of light reached his eyes, illuminating him and the round piece of rock he was standing on. He turned around to find the light source and realized that it came from a large ball of fire, beautiful and bright, but yet so unattainable and deadly. A star. Very slowly, the space became filled with stars, some close, some far. All equally bright, twinkling humbly. He turned back to the closest one of them all, the sun. "The moon shines light from the stars." And he woke up.
~*~*~ That dream was weird, was it a prophecy? How could it, nothing happened? What was it trying to foretell? These thoughts were running through Syaoran's head as he got a drink of water from his kitchen. He walked out to his bedroom balcony, a light breeze ruffling his chestnut hair. He stood there, leaning over his balcony, glass in hand. As he turned it in his hands, he noticed how light danced and glimmered off the glass. He looked up, the only light emitting from the full moon above. "The moon shines light from the stars." Didn't the moon reflect light from the sun? Oh wait, the sun is a star. Is that supposed to mean something? Moon and Stars. If this really was a prophecy, it must have something to do with the moon and stars. Moon, star, moon, star, moon, star, moon. Sakura. Doesn't Sakura draw power from the stars? And I'm the moon. Something's going to happen to me and Sakura. Something's going to happen to Sakura! He stretched his senses and felt for her aura. It was flickering. Something was definitely wrong. Syaoran tore the amulet from his neck and it transformed to a sword in his hand. "Release! Dash!" Wings sprouted on his feet and he jumped off his balcony, landing stealthy on the street floor.
~*~*~ He reached the hospital within minutes. Running to the West side, he flew up, opened the third window to the right and crept in.
Inside the hospital room, all was quiet except for the faint beeping coming from the heart monitor. Putting his sword back in its sheath, he walked calmly over to Sakura's body, memorizing every detail of it. Noticing the thin hospital shirt that she donned beneath the sheets, he blushed. Looking down and realizing he was only wearing his pajamas, his blush deepened. He thanked god that the room was dark and that no one was there to witness this.
Pulling a chair to her bedside, Syaoran sat there pondering. I could have sworn that she was in distress. Hearing a sound, his head snapped up and noticed it came from Sakura. The hand closest to him, which happened to be her right, was clutching her bed sheets. Syaoran immediately understood. He quickly grabbed her hand and placed it in his; holding her, just to make sure that even subconsciously she knows there's someone she can hold on to.
~*~*~ She had been on line for since like forever, and she was finally at the front. Although she was on this line for such a long time, she was never tired or hungry and she knew there had to be something special about this place. From what she learned from the people on line with her, you were supposed to stand before the triad to receive your judgment. Now she didn't know what this 'judgment' was, but she sure that this meant serious business. She was quite aware that she was becoming increasingly nervous and she even started fidgeting. She tried to control her anxiety by balling her hands into fists and taking deep breaths. It didn't help. But then for some unknown reason, she felt at peace and ready to meet the triad. No sooner had she recollected herself, did the lady come tell her to step forward. "Kinomoto Sakura, the triad is ready to see you." ~*~*~ Sakura was gripping his hand so hard that he was afraid that she might cut off his circulation. But what Syaoran was afraid of even more was that Sakura would slip away from him forever. Although the machine that was reading her brain activity was beeping wildly, he didn't go get the doctor. No, he knew what was happening. Now was a vital moment. Whether Sakura would die or wake up would depend on her choice. It was all up to her decision. He just hoped for his own sanity that she chose to stay with him.
~*~*~ The auburn haired girl lowered her head as she walked before three beings. They were no larger than her, yet they seemed so intimidating perched upon three tall dais. These beings had no definite form, although their shape resembled that of a human. As closely human as something bathed in holy white light can get at least. However, as Sakura raised her eyes to meet the gazes of the triad she found that their light was not blinding in any way. Their auras were passive and comforting. That however didn't comfort Sakura much; she still wanted to know what was going on.
"Kinomoto Sakura." Sakura nodded in acknowledgement, but not daring to speak.
"This is your judgment. You have been deemed worthy." said the first voice, it sounded male, although Sakura wasn't certain from which figure the voice came from. The sound seemed to come from all around her. She wanted to ask a question though, and wasn't sure if she should. Quietly she muttered, "Worthy?"
"You are worthy of a choice." A second voice, that of a female responded.
Choice? Sakura thought confused as always.
"Yes it is your choice whether you live or not." The third voice replied as if reading her mind. This voice seemed like that of a child.
"You mean I can go back?" Sakura all but begged.
There was an eerie silence as the figures seemed to study Sakura closely. Sakura hoped she can go back home. She missed her father, her brother, and her friends. Syaoran.
"You have a choice." The three voices said again.
"Will you walk upon the world as a ghost because of your unfulfilled destiny?"
"Will you stay within the gates of paradise?"
"Or will you go back to your lover. But only in a new form?"
Sakura's eyes watered. New form? She would never be Kinomoto Sakura again?
"Whatever your choice, you will never be Kinomoto Sakura again. Your soul would be reincarnated, but we cannot let you remember your previous life or the events taken place here." The female stated.
"Where is here?!" Sakura wailed. She dropped to her knees, weeping silently.
Silence reigned for a few seconds. "You are in your judgment place. You are in limbo Kinomoto Sakura. Very few are allowed access to the gates of heaven, you are lucky." The female stated again.
"If you wish to see your loved ones again you may become a ghost." The male replied quietly. Sakura looked up, tears streaked down her face. Her nose was red from crying. "But they would never see you again. You cannot communicate with them and you would live your after-existence alone." Sakura broke down crying again.
"Your final option is to be reincarnated into a new body, one which is also in stasis as your body is but not as badly injured." The third voice, the child responded. "But as stated before, any memory of your previous life would be erased." The voices quieted to await her decision. She didn't need to think hard to decide. She summoned all her memories, from the good times with her friends in Tomoeda, to the funny moment with his family. She felt sadness in knowing her relationship with Syaoran would go no farther. They were just becoming friends. Possibly more. Oh well, she was glad she had these memories, although this was probably the last time she would remember them.
"I have decided. Reincarnate me. But I have one request."
"Speak, descendent of Kusabana clan"
"I keep my key." Sakura demanded reaching up to clutch her clow key protectively.
"Maybe someday. someday in my new life I would remember who I was."
"Your wish is granted. Fare well Kinomoto Sakura of the Kusabana clan. We wish you luck." Sakura only had enough time to smile gratefully before darkness overcame her.
~*~*~ Syaoran felt a sense of dread settle as he heard a steady beep. He ripped his eyes away from Sakura's beautiful face and settled it on the screen. His eyes grew wide in disbelief. No, it wasn't true. The hand he held was still warm. The machine must have malfunctioned, maybe one of the wires connecting Sakura to the EKG short circuited or something. He had to find out. Slowly, he dragged two fingers to the artery on her wrist. Nothing. No, maybe his fingers aren't on the artery. He slid his fingers across her wrist, almost caressing her smooth skin, trying to find the artery. He was trying to find the pulse. He frantically placed his fingers on the sure spot on Sakura's neck. The location of her carotid artery. It was the biggest artery in her whole body, surely it would beat. He waited a couple of seconds, then a minute, waiting for a response. Nothing came. Only then did he realize that Sakura's face was unusually pale, her hand abnormally cold and her heart not beating. He ran out of the room, looking for a doctor.
~*~*~ Sitting behind her desk at the trauma division of the Mercy Hospital, Nurse Utada Nami filed her nails. She was bored out of her mind. Sure the first few weeks of work have been interesting, exploring her new work space, meeting new people, doing new things. And occasionally there would be interesting things happening. Nice things, like families coming to visit their loved ones. Thank god she didn't work at the ER. She wouldn't be able to take all that gore and sadness. People constantly died at the ER, rarely few died in trauma. Patients in the trauma division were just people who accidentally fell down and knocked unconscious. The most people would get here was temporary amnesia. She looked up when she heard a large banging of a door closing and a tall boy run up to her. What was the boy doing in the hospital at this hour? Visiting hours are over.
"Hey kid. Visiting hours are over. Go home." As the boy got closer, she saw the torment in his eyes, liquid brown, as if they were about to pool out at any moment.
"Please. Where is the doctor? I need a doctor... nurse please I need a DAMN DOCTOR!"
"Well what can I assist you with?"
"There is nothing you can do." The boy commanded.
Nami huffed. How dare he insult her medical expertise! "I can help you just fine. Now what are you doing in the hospital at this hour young man?"
"Please." The young man begged. "I need a doctor. My friend, she."
Looking at the young man turned boy by his pleading and wet eyes, Nami knew what happened. "Alright." She picked up the phone and dialed the intercom system. "Dr. Akane, Dr. Akane, report to Trauma Division, West Wing 9th floor nurses office. In need of assistance immediately. I repeat, need of assistance in 9th floor Trauma Division W." She hung up the phone and took a deep breath before fixing her eyes on the chocolaty brown of the male before her. He was really handsome. Or would be if it wasn't for the look of utter despair in his eyes. "Now tell me, what your name is."
"Syaoran."
Nami smiled, knowing there was progress. "Well my name's Nami. Would you like some tea? Hot chocolate? Coffee?" She chuckled. "Though I doubt such a handsome young man like you would drink coffee." He didn't react to her compliment, just muttering a "Hot chocolate please."
As Nami fixed up the hot chocolate, she tried to make conversation with this aloof youth. "So. is your friend alright? Judging by your age you must be friends with that pretty girl Sakura."
"We were close."
"But I've never seen you visit." Nami handed him the hot chocolate.
"I visited late at night." Ah. So that explains what he was doing here... After hours. Clever boy.
"And how did you get here after hours?"
"Via windows." Nami's eyes widened. This was the 9th floor. How did he get in? Almost as if reading her mind the boy responded in a solemn voice, "I have my ways." Nami decided that this boy was either crazy or gifted with flying ability. Both of which she doubted. The boy looked sane to her. Then he had to be really athletic to climb 9 floors. Looking at the built boy sitting next to her on the couch, she didn't doubt that.
"How did you know Sakura?"
"We were rivals in school."
"Wow a rival coming to visit in the middle of the night. Sounds more like a secret admirer to me." Syaoran sputtered on his drink. When he finally stopped choking he glared silently at the tiled floor, contemplating.
"I didn't have enough time to even ponder if I liked her or not. Our relationship did not have time to develop into anything."
"So are you saying you feel regret? Sadness?"
"I'm not sure. I guess I feel guilt the most."
"Guilt? You didn't kill her." Nami said these words in a consoling matter, not realizing the affect it would have on the brown haired youth next to her.
"But I did! I couldn't save her. I did kill her." The boy snapped then began to sob. Nami wasn't sure what to do before he pulled the boy in a motherly embrace. She didn't say anything, knowing that words couldn't consol him. Hell, she probably couldn't even empathize with him. But she can give him her support. Not her sympathy, her support.
Author's Note: So sorry for the sadness but it's essential! Erm, I was busy yesterday so I couldn't post this up but I'm glad that people actually like my ficcy! Um, last year I left off when Sakura is about to meet the triad. I haven't been as busy recently so I started writing. My style is slightly different though; hope you guys still like it! Btw. Kusabana means flower. I noticed there were a couple of flower names in CCS, Sakura, Nadeshiko. Anyways. thanks a lot to those who reviewed. Curious: Argh! You got me. This whole idea was thought up a year ago and back then I've only seen the mutilated Nelvana version. When I visited Asia during the summer that year, I watched the Japanese version and found out my mistake. However, I've already written so much and I like this plot. So. um you can sort of think of this as an alternate universe. yeah. Starquestor: Really?! You actually read it on a site? Because a while back (I don't remember when) I sent it to a couple of friends among them ChetteTeng and they posted it on their sites. I expect it's running around the net under my numerous pennames... I should really stick to one. It's either Yoka, Yoka26, Saki, Syoki, or Strdust. ^_^. Baby Blossom: Thanks! Input from readers is really appreciated. Lil' Aik: Sorry if I got your name wrong.. thanks a lot and keep reading! Just don't let it get in the way of major reports and stuff like that.. I had hell to pay when I spent a whole night reading CCS fanfiction instead of actually doing my SS term paper. Sakura Kinomoto: err thanks for reviewing twice. although I'm not sure that was on purpose. ( Melody: =P CJ: Thanks. Miss Devil: read above w/ Curious. O((o.O))O so sorry for the mess up heh heh heh. Yeh, this ficcy is more Syaoran oriented than anything. I like Tomoyo, it's just she can be kinda boring sometimes. She's funny and mischievous when she has a target but I mean Sakura's dead and Syaoran is just always ignoring her. I hoped that cleared up a few things. heheh thanks for the character development compliment.
He only saw black. It stretched on and on reaching infinity. That pitch darkness that made you think your eyes were closed. He didn't know how long he had been standing there until the distant rays of light reached his eyes, illuminating him and the round piece of rock he was standing on. He turned around to find the light source and realized that it came from a large ball of fire, beautiful and bright, but yet so unattainable and deadly. A star. Very slowly, the space became filled with stars, some close, some far. All equally bright, twinkling humbly. He turned back to the closest one of them all, the sun. "The moon shines light from the stars." And he woke up.
~*~*~ That dream was weird, was it a prophecy? How could it, nothing happened? What was it trying to foretell? These thoughts were running through Syaoran's head as he got a drink of water from his kitchen. He walked out to his bedroom balcony, a light breeze ruffling his chestnut hair. He stood there, leaning over his balcony, glass in hand. As he turned it in his hands, he noticed how light danced and glimmered off the glass. He looked up, the only light emitting from the full moon above. "The moon shines light from the stars." Didn't the moon reflect light from the sun? Oh wait, the sun is a star. Is that supposed to mean something? Moon and Stars. If this really was a prophecy, it must have something to do with the moon and stars. Moon, star, moon, star, moon, star, moon. Sakura. Doesn't Sakura draw power from the stars? And I'm the moon. Something's going to happen to me and Sakura. Something's going to happen to Sakura! He stretched his senses and felt for her aura. It was flickering. Something was definitely wrong. Syaoran tore the amulet from his neck and it transformed to a sword in his hand. "Release! Dash!" Wings sprouted on his feet and he jumped off his balcony, landing stealthy on the street floor.
~*~*~ He reached the hospital within minutes. Running to the West side, he flew up, opened the third window to the right and crept in.
Inside the hospital room, all was quiet except for the faint beeping coming from the heart monitor. Putting his sword back in its sheath, he walked calmly over to Sakura's body, memorizing every detail of it. Noticing the thin hospital shirt that she donned beneath the sheets, he blushed. Looking down and realizing he was only wearing his pajamas, his blush deepened. He thanked god that the room was dark and that no one was there to witness this.
Pulling a chair to her bedside, Syaoran sat there pondering. I could have sworn that she was in distress. Hearing a sound, his head snapped up and noticed it came from Sakura. The hand closest to him, which happened to be her right, was clutching her bed sheets. Syaoran immediately understood. He quickly grabbed her hand and placed it in his; holding her, just to make sure that even subconsciously she knows there's someone she can hold on to.
~*~*~ She had been on line for since like forever, and she was finally at the front. Although she was on this line for such a long time, she was never tired or hungry and she knew there had to be something special about this place. From what she learned from the people on line with her, you were supposed to stand before the triad to receive your judgment. Now she didn't know what this 'judgment' was, but she sure that this meant serious business. She was quite aware that she was becoming increasingly nervous and she even started fidgeting. She tried to control her anxiety by balling her hands into fists and taking deep breaths. It didn't help. But then for some unknown reason, she felt at peace and ready to meet the triad. No sooner had she recollected herself, did the lady come tell her to step forward. "Kinomoto Sakura, the triad is ready to see you." ~*~*~ Sakura was gripping his hand so hard that he was afraid that she might cut off his circulation. But what Syaoran was afraid of even more was that Sakura would slip away from him forever. Although the machine that was reading her brain activity was beeping wildly, he didn't go get the doctor. No, he knew what was happening. Now was a vital moment. Whether Sakura would die or wake up would depend on her choice. It was all up to her decision. He just hoped for his own sanity that she chose to stay with him.
~*~*~ The auburn haired girl lowered her head as she walked before three beings. They were no larger than her, yet they seemed so intimidating perched upon three tall dais. These beings had no definite form, although their shape resembled that of a human. As closely human as something bathed in holy white light can get at least. However, as Sakura raised her eyes to meet the gazes of the triad she found that their light was not blinding in any way. Their auras were passive and comforting. That however didn't comfort Sakura much; she still wanted to know what was going on.
"Kinomoto Sakura." Sakura nodded in acknowledgement, but not daring to speak.
"This is your judgment. You have been deemed worthy." said the first voice, it sounded male, although Sakura wasn't certain from which figure the voice came from. The sound seemed to come from all around her. She wanted to ask a question though, and wasn't sure if she should. Quietly she muttered, "Worthy?"
"You are worthy of a choice." A second voice, that of a female responded.
Choice? Sakura thought confused as always.
"Yes it is your choice whether you live or not." The third voice replied as if reading her mind. This voice seemed like that of a child.
"You mean I can go back?" Sakura all but begged.
There was an eerie silence as the figures seemed to study Sakura closely. Sakura hoped she can go back home. She missed her father, her brother, and her friends. Syaoran.
"You have a choice." The three voices said again.
"Will you walk upon the world as a ghost because of your unfulfilled destiny?"
"Will you stay within the gates of paradise?"
"Or will you go back to your lover. But only in a new form?"
Sakura's eyes watered. New form? She would never be Kinomoto Sakura again?
"Whatever your choice, you will never be Kinomoto Sakura again. Your soul would be reincarnated, but we cannot let you remember your previous life or the events taken place here." The female stated.
"Where is here?!" Sakura wailed. She dropped to her knees, weeping silently.
Silence reigned for a few seconds. "You are in your judgment place. You are in limbo Kinomoto Sakura. Very few are allowed access to the gates of heaven, you are lucky." The female stated again.
"If you wish to see your loved ones again you may become a ghost." The male replied quietly. Sakura looked up, tears streaked down her face. Her nose was red from crying. "But they would never see you again. You cannot communicate with them and you would live your after-existence alone." Sakura broke down crying again.
"Your final option is to be reincarnated into a new body, one which is also in stasis as your body is but not as badly injured." The third voice, the child responded. "But as stated before, any memory of your previous life would be erased." The voices quieted to await her decision. She didn't need to think hard to decide. She summoned all her memories, from the good times with her friends in Tomoeda, to the funny moment with his family. She felt sadness in knowing her relationship with Syaoran would go no farther. They were just becoming friends. Possibly more. Oh well, she was glad she had these memories, although this was probably the last time she would remember them.
"I have decided. Reincarnate me. But I have one request."
"Speak, descendent of Kusabana clan"
"I keep my key." Sakura demanded reaching up to clutch her clow key protectively.
"Maybe someday. someday in my new life I would remember who I was."
"Your wish is granted. Fare well Kinomoto Sakura of the Kusabana clan. We wish you luck." Sakura only had enough time to smile gratefully before darkness overcame her.
~*~*~ Syaoran felt a sense of dread settle as he heard a steady beep. He ripped his eyes away from Sakura's beautiful face and settled it on the screen. His eyes grew wide in disbelief. No, it wasn't true. The hand he held was still warm. The machine must have malfunctioned, maybe one of the wires connecting Sakura to the EKG short circuited or something. He had to find out. Slowly, he dragged two fingers to the artery on her wrist. Nothing. No, maybe his fingers aren't on the artery. He slid his fingers across her wrist, almost caressing her smooth skin, trying to find the artery. He was trying to find the pulse. He frantically placed his fingers on the sure spot on Sakura's neck. The location of her carotid artery. It was the biggest artery in her whole body, surely it would beat. He waited a couple of seconds, then a minute, waiting for a response. Nothing came. Only then did he realize that Sakura's face was unusually pale, her hand abnormally cold and her heart not beating. He ran out of the room, looking for a doctor.
~*~*~ Sitting behind her desk at the trauma division of the Mercy Hospital, Nurse Utada Nami filed her nails. She was bored out of her mind. Sure the first few weeks of work have been interesting, exploring her new work space, meeting new people, doing new things. And occasionally there would be interesting things happening. Nice things, like families coming to visit their loved ones. Thank god she didn't work at the ER. She wouldn't be able to take all that gore and sadness. People constantly died at the ER, rarely few died in trauma. Patients in the trauma division were just people who accidentally fell down and knocked unconscious. The most people would get here was temporary amnesia. She looked up when she heard a large banging of a door closing and a tall boy run up to her. What was the boy doing in the hospital at this hour? Visiting hours are over.
"Hey kid. Visiting hours are over. Go home." As the boy got closer, she saw the torment in his eyes, liquid brown, as if they were about to pool out at any moment.
"Please. Where is the doctor? I need a doctor... nurse please I need a DAMN DOCTOR!"
"Well what can I assist you with?"
"There is nothing you can do." The boy commanded.
Nami huffed. How dare he insult her medical expertise! "I can help you just fine. Now what are you doing in the hospital at this hour young man?"
"Please." The young man begged. "I need a doctor. My friend, she."
Looking at the young man turned boy by his pleading and wet eyes, Nami knew what happened. "Alright." She picked up the phone and dialed the intercom system. "Dr. Akane, Dr. Akane, report to Trauma Division, West Wing 9th floor nurses office. In need of assistance immediately. I repeat, need of assistance in 9th floor Trauma Division W." She hung up the phone and took a deep breath before fixing her eyes on the chocolaty brown of the male before her. He was really handsome. Or would be if it wasn't for the look of utter despair in his eyes. "Now tell me, what your name is."
"Syaoran."
Nami smiled, knowing there was progress. "Well my name's Nami. Would you like some tea? Hot chocolate? Coffee?" She chuckled. "Though I doubt such a handsome young man like you would drink coffee." He didn't react to her compliment, just muttering a "Hot chocolate please."
As Nami fixed up the hot chocolate, she tried to make conversation with this aloof youth. "So. is your friend alright? Judging by your age you must be friends with that pretty girl Sakura."
"We were close."
"But I've never seen you visit." Nami handed him the hot chocolate.
"I visited late at night." Ah. So that explains what he was doing here... After hours. Clever boy.
"And how did you get here after hours?"
"Via windows." Nami's eyes widened. This was the 9th floor. How did he get in? Almost as if reading her mind the boy responded in a solemn voice, "I have my ways." Nami decided that this boy was either crazy or gifted with flying ability. Both of which she doubted. The boy looked sane to her. Then he had to be really athletic to climb 9 floors. Looking at the built boy sitting next to her on the couch, she didn't doubt that.
"How did you know Sakura?"
"We were rivals in school."
"Wow a rival coming to visit in the middle of the night. Sounds more like a secret admirer to me." Syaoran sputtered on his drink. When he finally stopped choking he glared silently at the tiled floor, contemplating.
"I didn't have enough time to even ponder if I liked her or not. Our relationship did not have time to develop into anything."
"So are you saying you feel regret? Sadness?"
"I'm not sure. I guess I feel guilt the most."
"Guilt? You didn't kill her." Nami said these words in a consoling matter, not realizing the affect it would have on the brown haired youth next to her.
"But I did! I couldn't save her. I did kill her." The boy snapped then began to sob. Nami wasn't sure what to do before he pulled the boy in a motherly embrace. She didn't say anything, knowing that words couldn't consol him. Hell, she probably couldn't even empathize with him. But she can give him her support. Not her sympathy, her support.
Author's Note: So sorry for the sadness but it's essential! Erm, I was busy yesterday so I couldn't post this up but I'm glad that people actually like my ficcy! Um, last year I left off when Sakura is about to meet the triad. I haven't been as busy recently so I started writing. My style is slightly different though; hope you guys still like it! Btw. Kusabana means flower. I noticed there were a couple of flower names in CCS, Sakura, Nadeshiko. Anyways. thanks a lot to those who reviewed. Curious: Argh! You got me. This whole idea was thought up a year ago and back then I've only seen the mutilated Nelvana version. When I visited Asia during the summer that year, I watched the Japanese version and found out my mistake. However, I've already written so much and I like this plot. So. um you can sort of think of this as an alternate universe. yeah. Starquestor: Really?! You actually read it on a site? Because a while back (I don't remember when) I sent it to a couple of friends among them ChetteTeng and they posted it on their sites. I expect it's running around the net under my numerous pennames... I should really stick to one. It's either Yoka, Yoka26, Saki, Syoki, or Strdust. ^_^. Baby Blossom: Thanks! Input from readers is really appreciated. Lil' Aik: Sorry if I got your name wrong.. thanks a lot and keep reading! Just don't let it get in the way of major reports and stuff like that.. I had hell to pay when I spent a whole night reading CCS fanfiction instead of actually doing my SS term paper. Sakura Kinomoto: err thanks for reviewing twice. although I'm not sure that was on purpose. ( Melody: =P CJ: Thanks. Miss Devil: read above w/ Curious. O((o.O))O so sorry for the mess up heh heh heh. Yeh, this ficcy is more Syaoran oriented than anything. I like Tomoyo, it's just she can be kinda boring sometimes. She's funny and mischievous when she has a target but I mean Sakura's dead and Syaoran is just always ignoring her. I hoped that cleared up a few things. heheh thanks for the character development compliment.