AN : You know I don't own CCS, YYH, or practically enough money to buy a pack of M&Ms. All properties are the rights of the owners, all I'm doing is proposing a theoretical situation... Where Tomoyo dies, throwing off the balance of nature.


"Hey! The newbie got a fresh one!"

"Good job Tomoyo! The first job is usually the hardest."

Clapping filled the office like structure, the youngest reaper still blushing from the acclaim. Yes, it only looked like an office to some people, other times it might appear as a cave filled with Oni, or a haunted house, or what ever the observer would expect to see in the afterlife. But for now, and to Tomoyo, it appeared as an office filled with co-workers. Complete with cake, streamers, and windows with a bustling city scape.

"Those American's are rather hard to convince too."

"It's understandable why that branch is so dark and oppressive, they're just so darn stubborn."

The interoffice relationships still mildly confused her. Why would she appear as a human, while someone from America or Europe would appear skeletal? She was lead to believe that people created their appearance upon taking the job, so why did the entire Australian branch not even bother to take onforms? But she knew she had plenty of time to learn. It wasn't like she was going any where. Dead was still dead. It wasn't like she could crawl back to her own body anytime soon.


"What do you mean, did I feel her too?"

The Dark just smiled her simple 'I know more then you' smile, and went right back to looking out the window, "I think you know exactly what I mean."

"Tomoyo..."

"She's still out there you know. Just under the surface. That's why you can't find her right now. Kero won't have much luck, but..."

The Dark never gave straight answers. She'd imply, hint, and tease with information, but she'd never come straight out and say it. That was for people like The Light, to be obvious, straightforward, and blunt. "But... I might be able to?" Sakura was able to ask, her voice quivering softly.

Once again the card just smiled up at the moon, "Kero represents The Sun, The Sun is a Star that rules the daytime. Kero will never find her alone."

"But something that works at night would be closer to finding her? Like the Moon?"

The card just smiled at the distance, slowly and quietly fading back into the night.


The third type of polyamorous relationship is the poly-family: "an inter-relationship of 3 or more people, in which there is a strong relational commitment between all members (which may or may not include sex)" (D. Corbett, personal communication, 3/17/99). The members spend significant amounts of time together as a group, and the well-being of each person is a significant priority to each of the others.

The pile of books would be threatening to all but the most hardcore of psychology students. Those working on doctorates in deviant sexual behavior, or perhaps a group of workaholics looking for a reason to blow a month's research grant.

And for any insight she gained on the situation, none of it was really helpful. Sakura was still incomplete, Tomoyo was still dead, and Sayoran was still...

Still...

Actually, in the entire time Naoko had known the boy, she had never had a chance to actually pay attention to him. She knew of him of course, Sakura loved to talk about the things they did together. But all she knew was that he was from China, Hong Kong probably, Meilin was his cousin, and he was engaged to Sakura.

This was a situation that needed immediate correction.

She couldn't make a safe diagnosis without more study. Not that she was a psychologist anyway.

But she could always try to fake being one. Beyond writing, acting was fun too.