Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura belongs to CLAMP.

Incapable of Falling

An auburn haired woman sighed as she glanced at the time shown on the creative clock custom made for her by her artistic best friend, Daidouji Tomoyo. She tapped her fingers, waiting anxiously for something or someone. The door burst open: at long last. A woman with long dishevelled hair came running in, panting.

"Kura! So sorry I'm late! I was detained at the office; my stupid employees made another mistake on the new spring line! Arghh, don't they know that my line is all about sophisticated!" The amethyst eyed woman shook her head as she cleared the thoughts cluttering her mind. "Anyways, I'm here now… what did you want to talk about? The way you were talking, it seemed like you had something really important to discuss." Tomoyo said, taking a curious glance at her grinning best friend. The woman sitting behind the large glass desk just peered closer and closer…

"Moyo! Let's go out for lunch! How about that new café down the road? My treat!" Sakura just spoke with an energetic lilt. She grabbed her purse and dragged her friend out the door of her office. The duo was about to head into the lobby when a blond haired man came running towards them. Sakura turned around and gave the man a hard look, but the man just smirked and would not be fazed. 'Of all times, that stupid idiot! Okay Sakura, don't blow up, don't blow up! Stay calm, don't let Tomoyo see you like this.'

"Sakura, nice to see you again! Since it's lunch time, I was wondering if I could treat you to that nice sandwich shop a block away. What do you say?" The man spoke confidently, sure that Sakura would not be able to turn him down rudely in front of this woman she considered close. What he did not know was how protective this friend of hers was. Tomoyo glanced several times back and forth between her best friend and this man with ridiculously long hair. Didn't he know that the hobo look was out? Seeing as how Sakura was obviously not willing to answer, she took initiative and spoke as her… what did Syaoran call it? Ah yes, her proxy.

"Excuse me, sir, but Sakura is taking me out for lunch. I do not appreciate the way you call her Sakura, as she only allows close friends to call her by her first name and I am sure that she does not appreciate it either." Tomoyo emphasized the word close and glared at the once confident man. In her head however, another story was playing out. 'Excuse me, you mother f! What f gives you the f right to call my best friend by her first name? You piece of sh! She doesn't even like you, you friggin' b!' Even with these words, the man still would not be deterred.

"Sakura, are you going to let this woman get away with what she said to me?" The man, still as confident as he was, gave the woman beside his beautiful Sakura who was lovely in her own right, a hard stare. He stared at her, feeling a sense of familiarity. Who was she? Sakura just stared at him in disbelief. This idiot still did not get the message!

"Futamiya, did we not already talk about this yesterday? I said that we were merely colleagues, what gave you the impression that we were anything more? Furthermore, when did I give you permission to call me by my first name? I only allow close friends to call me Sakura. I have told you, I am not interested in going out on a date, or for any other reason. As my friend has said, I am treating her out for lunch. Good day, Futamiya. I hope you enjoy your lunch." Sakura articulated each word clearly and surely as she pulled Tomoyo out of the doors leading to the lobby. The man stared after the two, clearly showing his displeasure of the hostility given by both women. The people watching the three converse were especially amused at the way Sakura shot him down. That man, although an adequate doctor, was too conceited. The receptionist, Ria Kiochi laughed at Futamiya's expression. 'Ha! You deserved that one, you loser! This is going to be a regular soap opera!'

At the café across the hospital, two women sat down and ordered their lunch. Sakura ate slowly, not speaking a word, grunting at every question thrown at her. Tomoyo on the other hand, was brimming with curiosity and was as restless as a newborn baby. The two women were just about to finish their lunch when a cell phone started to ring shrilly inside the purple haired woman's bag. She quickly opened her purse and rummaged, successfully finding the cute phone. She looked at the number and name flashing across the screen smiling, while Sakura looked at her friend in concern.

"Syao?" Sakura smiled, knowing her friend was in good hands. "Oh, I'm with Kura right now. We're having lunch. Where? Oh, at a quaint café down the road. Down the road where? Where do you think, you blockhead? The hospital, obviously! Haha, I'm only joking, you're a cutie pie! And I love you too! Bye! I'll see you! Okay, I miss you too!" Tomoyo chuckled as she hung up her phone. "He's such a baby! You should see the way he wants to be treated!" Sakura laughed as Tomoyo told her some of the things Syaoran wanted. Inwardly, Tomoyo was wincing as Sakura laughed along with her. She still thought that Sakura was still in love with her husband. "Anyways, don't you have something to talk about?"

"Sheesh woman! Hold your horses! I was just about to tell you the news." Sakura grinned impishly as Tomoyo was on the edge of her seat.

"Oh my gosh! Don't tell me, you're pregnant! How could this have happened! Who's the father!" Tomoyo shrieked as she widened her eyes in shock. Sakura merely shook her head in shame as she waited for her friend to calm down.

"Moyo, no one's pregnant. I just wanted to tell you… you remember Eri- Eriol right? Hiiragizawa Eriol from England? The reincarnation of Clow Reed?" Sakura asked as Tomoyo nodded impatiently, waiting for the news to come.

"Don't tell me he died!" Tomoyo jumped yet again to another false conclusion. Sakura sighed as she attempted to calm Tomoyo down.

"No Moyo, Eri's not dead. In fact, he's invited me to go to England to visit him for a couple of months." Sakura waited to let all the information sink in. Tomoyo stood up from her chair gasping in shock. This was the biggest news yet.

"Oh my f gosh! Holy sh! Are you serious! Holy mother f!" Tomoyo screamed. Sakura sat still as she remembered Tomoyo's bad swearing habit. Sakura nodded again as Tomoyo started screaming again, this time, in excitement.

"Wow! That's so cool! And how come I wasn't informed of this before! Huh?" Tomoyo aske, fidgeting with Sakura's purse. Sakura mentally slapped her forehead. 'This is why you tell Tomoyo slowly. So much for slow!'

"Well, considering how I was only told this information by Eriol himself yesterday and the fact that I didn't see you until now, it would have been pretty difficult to tell you everything." Sakura spoke as if she were speaking to child of little maturity, and not like a grown up woman. Tomoyo started to shiver in joy and her hair swayed left to right, left to right, left to right.

"When do you leave? In a couple of weeks? I'm packing everything for you! We have to go shopping, wait what am I talking about? I own a clothing store! Only the best for my Sakura!"

"Actually, I leave tomorrow…" Sakura hesitated, closing her eyes for the lashing she knew she was about to receive. Tomoyo kept rambling until she absorbed the information that Sakura gave her.

"WHAT! You're leaving TOMORROW!" Tomoyo screamed again as her mind was whirling with how she could possibly pack all the clothes she wanted for Sakura.

"Uhh, yeah… tomorrow… About packing, it's okay! I'll just pack tonight… you know, I don't want you to uhh, take time away from Syaoran. Hehehe…" Sakura was slowly backing out of her chair, grabbing her purse discreetly, took out money to pay the bill, ready to hightail it out of there when Tomoyo was going to jump. And she wasn't disappointed. Tomoyo pounced, and Sakura ran out the café door. The other woman soon ran out the door, chasing the emerald eyed woman down the sidewalk.

"What do you mean! Do you know how essential packing is! Do you know the joys of setting the mood by clothing! Of course I'm helping you pack! Syaoran? Syaoran who! Tonight, it's all me, you, and packing! Muahahaha!" Tomoyo caught up with Sakura within 10 seconds. Funny, how Sakura was the famed athlete and Tomoyo was the delicate lady. But then again, when Tomoyo wanted something, she would get it. The people standing on the sidewalk were able to see a woman dragging the other, hurrying to get by. Some of them were able to hear distinctly the woman being dragged saying "But Moyo! I have work!"

After Tomoyo called in to say that Sakura would not be returning, she dragged Sakura into one of her many T.D. boutiques. The sign T.D. glittered, and one could determine just how expensive the boutique would be by looking at the sign. The actual store was impressive, looking small outside, but once you stepped in, you would get lost by the numerous clothes. On the walls were pictures of a woman, and one woman only: an emerald eyed woman that had been coerced into modelling the designer's brand by the designer's wonderful puppy dog look, a perfect combination with the perfect pout. The woman modelling the clothes gave many sensual poses, immediately attracting the men who had been shopping with their girlfriends. Two women rushed inside the expensive boutique, well, one woman rushed inside, forcefully pulling the other with her. The sales clerks stared at the two customers, annoyed at the ruckus they were causing with their voices. It was clear that the two women were in a conflict, one persuading the other to take some things while the other attempting to refuse: the key word, attempting.

"Excuse me! This is not some playground, this is a boutique! This is not a place to act childish and immature; act your age! If you are not going to buy anything, I suggest you to leave before I call security!" One of the sales clerks walked around the counter, crossing her arms across her chest in a stance of defense. The two women turned from each other to stare at the woman that had dared to tell them off. The purple haired woman's amethyst eyes glittered dangerously as the emerald eyed woman sighed, knowing the scene she would cause.

"And who do you f think you are?" Tomoyo asked furiously. Sakura just stayed back to watch the fight surfacing. 'Go Moyo, go…' She thought dully, knowing Tomoyo was going to win, considering how this was her boutique and all.

"I'm Kamano Yuki, head manager of this boutique! Who do you think you are!" The other woman shot back. Meanwhile, the other employees watched this ongoing conflict. One of them glanced at the companion of the troublemaker. The auburn haired woman's back was turned to the counter and then, the woman turned around, giving a quick look at the rest of the boutique. Then the pictures caught her. They were all around the boutique walls. She just stared in wonderment, amazement, and then embarrassment. 'Aiieee! These are all pictures of me! How-when-why…oh yeah! Arghh… that stupid promise I made her about modelling all of her pictures. How could I have promnised her! Oh yeah… her puppy dog look.' The woman that glanced at her had a feeling of familiarity running through her. Then she saw them; she saw Sakura's emerald eyes and then looked at the wall behind her. They were the same person! They were the same person! Her feet moved quickly to tell her co-workers about this new revelation. Soon, they were all staring at Sakura who was oblivious to it all. She just waited for the two women beside her to stop their yelling.

"Who do you f think I am, you f piece of sh!" Tomoyo yelled back.

"Some lowlife nobody, that can't get a job as classy as me, that acts like she's in kindergarten, with the mouth of a gangster!" This woman was treading on dangerous ground as Tomoyo started to growl. Sakura had enough and interrupted.

"Moyo, just tell them who you are. You can fire her later if you want. Just tell them!" Sakura, the peacemaker attempted to stop the feud between both women. Yuki just snorted, as if that b could fire her! Tomoyo smiled devillishly at Sakura, who was now starting to get afraid.

"So, aren't you going to tell me who you are, oh-so-high-and-mighty-queen?" Yuki laughed as if she had found out that she was going to be crowned empress of the universe. The other employees looked at the conflict, too scared to interrupt, not knowing the high person who had brought the amazing model into the boutique.

"I am…" Pausing for effect, and it worked as the co-workers of this woman fidgeted uncomfortably in the silence. "Daidouji Tomoyo, designer and owner of every single T.D. in the world, that's who I think I am." There she went, Sakura thought. Now, to see what all these women would do now. Yuki however, started to laugh.

"Hahahaha! You? You are not Daidouji Tomoyo! She only wears her own brand and" Yuki trailed off, inspecting Tomoyo's clothes closely. Everything Tomoyo wore reeked of wealth and excellent quality, obviously everything from T.D. Designs as the small T.D. insignia was stitched masterfully on some corner or piece of her clothes. Tomoyo smirked smugly as the woman had trailed off. The employees in the background rushed forward to introduce themselves.

"Hello Miss Daidouji! We're extremely sorry about our treatment to you!"

"Please forgive us, please!"

"We just love your designs!"

They just poured out flattering compliments and Tomoyo accepted them graciously. Sakura was still in the back, inspecting her nails, then she looked at her watch. It was nearing 3:00 p.m.. "Moyo, it's almost 3. I really don't think that we're going to have time to"

"Nonsense! It's only 3! This is my boutique and we're going to go all out!" An energetic Tomoyo bounced across the store, picking clothing ranging from undergarments to tank tops to suits, including accessories and shoes for each outfit. To top it off, she picked out bags: one for makeup, two handbags, and three cases for luggage. The employees watched in amazement as the designer rushed back and forth like crazy. Of course, they had asked for Tomoyo and Sakura's autographs. Tomoyo had bragged about Sakura's status as top physician in Japan; another bout of worshiping was in order. Of course, Yuki had apologized profusely and Tomoyo accepted it, saying she liked how Yuki kept order. What a change…

Four hours later, at 7:00 pm, everything was packed. A limo took Sakura and Tomoyo to Sakura's luxurious penthouse in the classiest condo in Tokyo. Tomoyo had instructed her driver to carry the luggage and follow them. Tomoyo had organized what Sakura was going to wear tomorrow and how to wear each outfit. Sakura thanked Tomoyo even though she was grimacing at how foolish she was going to look, carrying three pieces of heavy luggage at the airport and how Eriol would think of her. She shook off all thoughts and she called the hospital, informing Ria of her plans; Ria would be in charge of everything until she got back. Soon she washed up and fell asleep.

"Syao! You will not believe it! Guess what!" Tomoyo shouted as she entered their large mansion. A man walked down the stairs, rubbing his ears mockingly. Tomoyo just glared, but a smile bloomed on her face as he made a heart shape with his fingers and pointed them at his heart then to her. They embraced and then Tomoyo was back to speaking a hundred words per second. Syaoran chuckled as she told him about her day; she got to the part about Futamiya and her eyes sparked with anger. Syaoran was surprised at the fury she had directed towards this man.

"This friggin' moron was a complete ahole! You will not imagine how he acted in front of Kura! He acted as if he was God's gift to women and was sure that Sakura would accept his offer! Sakura had obviously told the guy to back off numerous times before! Sheesh!" Tomoyo rambled on about this man, oblivious to how Syaoran dazed off. 'Another man is interested in Sakura… I'm over her. Hell, I'm the one that broke it off with her. But then, why am I feeling this clenching in my heart… I should not be feeling this way. I love Tomoyo and only her.' He relaxed as he listened to her talk about lunch, she had omitted the part about Sakura's trip to England on purpose, and then she went on about the rest of her day, again omitting the reason why Sakura and her were at one of her boutiques. Into the night, the couple snuggled up on their bed; Tomoyo sat up and turned to face Syaoran. He looked at her in puzzlement.

"Syao, there is something I didn't tell you about today." Tomoyo hesitantly bit out. Syaoran looked at her, confused.

"What didn't you tell me? You sounded really excited." Syaoran replied sitting up as well now. Tomoyo brushed her bangs out of her face and spoke excitedly.

"Kura's going to England tomorrow! For two months! That's why we were at my boutique!" Tomoyo rubbed her hands in anticipation as she imagined the meeting of Sakura and Eriol. Syaoran was even more confused.

"Why is Kura going to England? Is she planning to open another branch there?"

"No, silly! Eriol invited her up to stay with him out of the blue! I guess he had missed her SO much! Isn't that sweet?" Tomoyo was lost in her dreams of her best friend and her ex-lover getting together and marrying and having a hundred children… Syaoran on the other hand was quiet; he was contemplating on just calling Sakura and forbidding her to go see Eriol. 'Why is she going to England? What does Eriol have that I don't! …What's wrong with me… I'm married happily to a wonderful wife. I'm the one that broke Sakura's heart; am I starting to doubt Tomoyo's and my relationship? Does part of me still love Sakura?' Tomoyo soon fell asleep with a smile on her face, while Syaoran stayed the night thinking about his relationships with Tomoyo and Sakura, Sakura and Eriol's relationship, and imagining how close Sakura and Eriol would become in England. In other words, he was… jealous.

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Platinumwish: Hello! I removed this story, but I changed a few things and I uploaded a new chapter! Yay! I can't believe I actually wrote the second chapter… -;; I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please review!