I do not own CCS.
If I did there would be no changes though. You have to deal with the hand you're given, from a pair of Queens, to a full straight. You can't just ignore cannon.
Warning: Homophobes, it's better you not read this. Otherwise I have to waste time ignoring your flames, kthxbai.
A/N: Sorry, it was very late, and I even forgot to run the spell checker. Corrections in place now.
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"I love you Sakura."
"I love you too. You're my best friend Tomoyo!"
"Silly Sakura."
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It wasn't like she hid her feelings.
If she did, it would be easier to guess what happened. That the stress of hiding her feelings was just too much to handle. That she was doomed to be another statistic of teenage repression, shame, and angst.
But she didn't, which only confused the police more.
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"Do you think your mother loved my mother?"
"I'm sure of it Sakura. Just like how I love you."
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Even worse, Sakura tried to explain that she didn't mean to die, that it was just an accident, and she wandered a bit further from home then she would normally have. That when death came, she didn't couldn't fight it.
That Tomoyo had told her so, in person.
That only got her put in the insanity ward for a few weeks.
The only thing she learned while there was simple. Never to not tell anyone the truth.
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Tomoyo tilted her head up to the sky, pulling her sweater tighter as the last snowflake fell on her nose, melting quickly as it stole away tiny a bit of her warmth. She was a still a little upset. Sakura had called to tell her about the engagement. It was wonderful that Sayoran had picked New Year's Eve to ask her to wed. But even so, Tomoyo just had to take a small walk in the heavy snowfall to clear her head of her own selfish and needy thoughts.
She was very happy, as Sakura was one step closer to her true happiness. She was a bit sad, because she never got to explain everything to Sakura before she was older. She shivered and held the wool sweater a bit tighter to her. Even though the snow seemed to be slowing, the air seemed to only be getting colder.
Her legs were starting to cramp after the hours of walking, and the air kept getting colder little by little. Even now she was smack in the middle of a park she didn't quite recognize, especially with the thick blanket of snow covering everything. "A quick rest couldn't hurt." she thought to herself as she cleared a spot on a park bench and sat down, looking around to try to figure out just where she was.
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She didn't want to tell anyone, but she had always been afraid of Tomoyo dying cold and alone. Ironically enough, that's exactly what she did.
During High School, Tomoyo didn't really seem interested in boys at all, actually turning away a number of suitors. She would be polite, and always do it alone so as not to hurt them or their feelings, but sometimes the rumor mill would still find out. Other times Sakura would just follow, and find out with her own eyes.
She couldn't hear what was said, only the depression in the boy's voices, and the wistfulness of her friend's voice. It was obvious she was in love, but with whom?
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Her eyes opened, and she stood up, with much more ease then she was used to in winter. Normally, just walking made her grow tired, worse even when it was cold. In fact, now it didn't even feel that cold to her.
Of course, she was also still sitting on the bench. That was a little weird.
"It's because you're dead!" a rather chipper voice behind her spoke, "Now come on, you're already late, and there's always more work to be done. That body was always just a loaner."
Tomoyo (the spirit one) turned to see a scrawny dark haired girl in a black kimono holding an oar larger then her entire body behind her back, "Can I talk to Sakura one last time though?"
"Ooh... the boss'll probably kill me, but..."
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Why for a little bit, she thought Tomoyo might be homosexual. Especially when Naoko decided to come out to her friends about her occasional flings with other girls. It was still a guarded secret among their group, but even Sakura could tell when Naoko had a crush on someone.
But still, Tomoyo seemed to desire no one.
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She was still deliriously happy before it happened. Just a knock at the window.
Being on the second floor, it was a surprise upon opening it to see Tomoyo and another girl riding on what looked like an over sized magic broom.
The girl nudged Tomoyo quickly as the wooden oar they sat on slowly rose into the sky, "I don't have allot of time Sakura. But I hope you have a wonderful marriage, I'm sorry for dying, I didn't mean to fall asleep out there, and I'll always love you."
And with that, Tomoyo left the living world.
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That wasn't even what explained it all to her.
The way Tomoyo's mother completely threw herself into her work, ignoring her daughter's death didn't explain it all.
Helping to clean her friend's room after the police tore through things, looking for a suicide note of some type didn't explain it all.
The weekend spent moving the tapes and the costumes into storage didn't explain it all.
As she sat in the middle of a barren room, walls bare of any sign of life, the setting sun shining through the window she started to understand. A room she had time and time again spent hours laughing with her dearest friend, she finally understood the first part of the puzzle. Her life was, from this point on, to be just like this room. Simple, effective. Open and full of light.
But without Tomoyo, Sakura would always be incomplete.
Then she started seeing her.
