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Now...on with chapter twenty-four!

Tragedy Strikes For the Better

Sakura buried her head deeper into the pillow, as the sobs and moans grew louder. Her shoulders heaved whenever she let out a large howl, and no one knew what to do to make her feel any better. No one was even sure if it was possible, but they at least had to try. The recent death had shook everyone, and Sakura was about the only person that thought she couldn't handle it.

"It's alright..." Syaoran soothed, patting her back gently. Syaoran was also quite sad about the death, and he was surprised to feel the way he did. He had hated him so much, and yet he was grieving for him. He thought it was the least he could do for Sakura, since the death occurred just days before the wedding. She had wanted everything to be perfect, and they both thought that everything would - until the tragic event.

Quietly, as if not wanting to be noticed, Tomoyo entered the room, balancing a tray in her small hands. On the tray were two China cups filled with honey tea, and a plate with bread and jam on it. She laid it on the side table, where she hoped Sakura would find and eat it. She held the other cup which was not meant for Sakura, to Syaoran, where he whispered his thanks.

"How is she doing?" Tomoyo asked, concern in her voice. She looked at Sakura with sad eyes, and shook her head from side to side, disappointed to see her best friend in such a state. She had never seen Sakura cry about something so hard. She thought it was terrible that she was powerless to help her.

"She's..." Syaoran began.

"I'm awful!" Sakura interrupted, lifting her head from underneath the pillow, revealing tangled, un-brushed auburn hair, and bloodshot emerald eyes. She looked over to the side table and grabbed a tissue, but before blowing her nose, noticed the breakfast that Tomoyo had so kindly brought up for her. She picked up the piece of toast with strawberry jam, and looked at it wistfully.

"This was his favourite breakfast food!" Sakura wailed, and dove back underneath the pillow, dropping the toast back onto the plate, and forgetting to blow her nose. Syaoran gave Tomoyo a "why did you bring up his favourite breakfast food?" kind of look, and Tomoyo shrugged.

"I didn't know!" she replied in a whisper, and began to pat Sakura's back. "Listen, Sakura," Tomoyo said, hoping to get through to her, "we're all sad that Kero died, but - " and she was cut off by Sakura's cry of sadness. It seemed that even the mention of Kero's name made Sakura get all teary eyed - not that she wasn't already.

Kero had died two days previous. Sakura had noticed something wrong with him a few days earlier, but didn't bother to send him to the veterenarian or anything, trusting her instincts that he was going to be okay. But he wasn't. There was something in his food that caused him to have a bad case of food poisoning, which would slowly be the very thing to kill him. Sakura blamed herself and only herself for not sending him to the doctor.

Tomoyo breathed in a large sigh, and tried her best to contain her anger. Sure, she was sad that Sakura was sad, but she had tried getting through to Sakura so much for the past two days, but Sakura never let her. It was getting frustrating for Tomoyo, but she wouldn't give up until Sakura could see the brighter side to this. Hoping that she would, Tomoyo tried again.

"As I was saying," she said, placing her hand firmly on Sakura's back, "we're all sad that..." and Tomoyo hesitated, not knowing whether or not to say Kero's name, fearful that she might be interrupted once more. She bit the corner of her lip in thinking mode, and just thought to hell with it. "We're all sad that Kero died - " and Sakura had sobbed another loud sob at the sound of his name. Tomoyo through her hands in the air, fed up, and walked towards the door.

"Wait!" Syaoran hissed, jogging up to Tomoyo with a pleading look in his eyes, "you can't leave me here with her! You don't know how frustrating it is to try and make her feel better!" and he watched as Tomoyo snorted, and left the room. That may have made her look like a bad friend, but she tried - really, she did.

Cautiously, as if Sakura were a ticking bomb, ready to blow up at any moment, Syaoran made his way towards her, gently easing himself onto the bed. He watched in concern as Sakura spent the next twenty minutes crying her eyes out, moaning and groaning. It wasn't until she noticed Syaoran's movement on the bed to exit the room that she began to speak.

"Wait," she said, in a groggy, un-used voice. She sat up on the bed, and plucked three or more tissues from the bed side table, and hastily blew her nose. "I'm sorry," she said, shaking her head in disappointment at herself. "I never meant for things to be like this. You and Tomoyo shouldn't have to be here with me, trying to make me feel better. Go on. Get out. Spend the rest of your afternoon doing whatever. I shouldn't be the thing holding you guys back,"

Syaoran smiled. He had always loved that Sakura never thought of herself, but only for others. Gently, he took her hands in his, and kissed them. "You listen to me," he began, in a stern playful voice, "we're in here because we want to be. If you grieve, we grieve. I won't leave you alone until you feel better. I would say the same thing for Tomoyo, but she gave up on you thirty minutes ago," he joked, achieving a giggle from Sakura. At least it wasn't a sob.

"I don't blame her," Sakura replied, removing her hands from his, and getting more tissues to blow her nose. She dabbed at her eyes, and smiled, hoping to make herself feel better. "I feel so stupid," she said, tears beginning to pool around her eyes once more.

"Don't say that," Syaoran said, taking her hand once more. His mind grew with confusion as Sakura removed her hand, and began to cry again. "Sakura," he coaxed, "why are you stupid?"

Sakura cried a little bit more before she answered. She tried to collect herself, but had to face the fact that she had broken, and she couldn't recollect herself until she was ready, and right now, she was definitely not ready. "It's my fault," she said, guilt dripping on her every word. "It's my fault he's dead. He had food poisoning, and I never took him to the doctor. I had to trust my stupid instinct, and lost my friend that has been there for me, almost as long as Tomoyo," she bawled.

"Hey, hey!" Syaoran said in a cheerful voice. "Come here," and he motioned towards his body. Surprisingly, Sakura let herself fall to pieces in Syaoran's warm embrace. She sobbed into his shoulder, and left the one spot that she cried into wet, and salty from her fresh tears. "Remember," Syaoran said, "everything happens for a reason."

He felt Sakura squirm. She lifted her head from his shoulder, and had a questioning look on her face. "Kero died for a reason?" Sakura asked, obviously having no idea what Syaoran was talking about.

"Well, yes," he replied, patting her back, "maybe Kero died for a certain reason. Only God knows why, but hey, it's just me saying stuff here. Don't believe anything I say. I mean, it's only a theory," and he pulled her back towards him. She slowly placed herself back into the position she was in with him, but didn't cry this time.

She dwelt on Syaoran's words. "Everything happens for a reason," he had said. She had thought about that for the next five minutes he had been holding her. What reason could Kero have died for? She couldn't think of one at the moment, because there was a small knock at the door.

"Miss Sakura," a maid had said, sticking her head out from behind the door, "a little girl is here to see you. Goes by the name Heart. Heart Puso. She says she knows you. Shall I send her away?" the maid asked.

Sakura shook her head. "No. Don't send her away. Send her in please," Sakura replied.

From behind the door, Heart stepped into the room. She didn't even notice Syaoran and Sakura at first, because she was too busy marvelling at all the beautiful things in Sakura's room. She was a poor orphan, and didn't get to see anything else other than the ratty old building she had spent her first five years of life living in. Sakura couldn't blame little Heart for exploring. Honestly, she thought it was very cute.

"Hi!" Heart finally said, stepping away from the music box which stopped playing it's soft melody when she had closed the lid, "what's the matter?" she asked, seeing Sakura's torn up appearance. She jumped on the bed, and hugged Sakura around the waist. "I can make things better!" she suggested.

Sakura sniffled and giggled. She picked heart up so that her legs were wrapped around her stomach. "Oh, I'm sorry, Heart. I'm afraid you can't. You see, my kitten died, and I miss him very much," Sakura explained, hoping to put things in a better point of view for Heart. "He ate something very nasty, and I think he died because it tasted so bad!". Sakura bit her lip. She wasn't exactly lying, just twisting the story.

"Icky!" Heart replied, sticking out her tongue in disgust. "I feel bad for your poor kitty. If it makes you feel better though, my mommy and daddy will be taking great care of him."

Sakura smiled. "Well, I'm glad. My mother and Syaoran's father will be helping them also,"

Heart's jaw dropped. Her eyes were like tiny coins, and her mouth made the shape of a large "O". "You guys don't have mommy's or daddy's either?" Heart asked. They'd only met a few days ago, and neither Syaoran or Sakura told her that they had lost one of their parents also. They didn't expect her to know, anyway, although most of the villagers did. She was only five, so they couldn't blame her.

"No," Sakura replied. "but, my daddy is still alive. So is Syaoran's mommy," and Sakura looked towards Syaoran's direction, forcing Heart to twist around and look at him. She stared at him for quite a while, and Syaoran had only stared back, with a wide smile on his face. Slowly, she removed herself from Sakura's arms, and crawled into Syaoran's. She kissed his cheek, and looked from both Sakura, to back at Syaoran.

"Sakura..." Heart dragged her name out, as if letting out all the breath she could. "are you and Syaoran in looooooveee?". Though this was a sad time for Sakura, she had to fight back the urge to laugh. Her and Syaoran? In love? Of course...not? Her sudden urge to laugh suddenly faded away when she actually thought about whether or not she was in love with Syaoran. She wasn't, right? The same thought that she hadn't thought about since that night on Christmas came floating back to her, like a once dimly lit candle, now a large flame.

After lots of hesitation, she came up with an answer. Yes. She was in love with Syaoran. Not because she actually loved him, but because she suddenly remembered they were putting on a show. They weren't actually in love. They were getting married for the sake of their parents, for all the things they'd done for them for the past eighteen years they'd been living. That was why she had conjured up the reason to say yes. Actually, at the moment, she wasn't too sure about that.

"Er...yes, Heart. We're in love. We're about to be married! Do you really think we'd marry each other if we didn't love one another?" Sakura acted, as though she was competely horrified by Heart's simple question - wait, scratch that. Horrified by Heart's complicated question. Stating whether or not you're in love with someone when you weren't even sure yet wasn't exactly as simple as Sakura hoped it would be.

"Oh..." Heart replied. She then looked to Syaoran, as if expecting an answer from him. Just like a sudden statue bursting into life, Syaoran joined into the conversation, hoping to keep the illusion that both Sakura and himself were in love.

"Yes," he began, nodding his head wisely, "Sakura and I are deeply in love. That's why we're getting married,"

"That's right," Sakura replied, "and one day you'll find a man, probably just as special as Syaoran, and you'll love him until you two grow old and stinky together!". Sakura hoped she was twisting things up to try and get Heart excited and grossed out. Kids always loved that. Heart, especially. She giggled, and Sakura giggled along with her. Sakura needed a laugh right then.

"Excuse me," the same maid popped in, her head bent down low, "Mrs. Roe, the orphanage instructor says it's time for Heart to go,". Slowly, she pushed the door open so that her whole body was seen. The maid was in her servant's uniform, and now there was just enough room for Heart to exit through the door.

Sadly, Heart said goodbye to both Syaoran and Sakura. Before exitting, she turned around and waved one last time. They watched as the servant held her hand and escorted her out of the castle, back to Mrs. Roe, and back to the smelly building she lived in. Sakura didn't like the idea of Heart leaving to go to a place like that. She shook her head disapprovingly.

"She's a nice girl," Syaoran stated, moving closer towards Sakura on the bed now that Heart was gone, "very gullible. Kind of like you," and he winked at her, making Sakura's cheeks flush.

The wink seemed to have snapped one of Sakura's brain waves. Her heart seemed to beat faster than normal, and yet for some reason, she felt like she couldn't breathe. All the colour began to rush up towards her cheeks, and she felt as though her whole face was swelling up into the shape of a large jack-o-lantern, with a crooked, odd face. She'd never experienced this feeling with Syaoran before. Not that she could remember, anyway.

Why had that happened? They'd kissed, they'd hugged, he'd basically seen her naked for God's sake. Why had that simple opening and closing of a single eye seem to get to her nerves so much? It couldn't be possible that she actually thought of Syaoran as more than a friend. Yet all the time they had spent with each other...the six months, the kisses, and everything else. When Sakura thought about it, being in love with Syaoran didn't seem as impossible as it did before.

Not wanting to make a decision so quickly on whether or not she loved Syaoran as something more than a friend, Sakura hastily got up, letting the used tissues fall to the floor. She cleaned her bed, quickly combed through the many tangles in her hair, dried her eyes as best she could, and thought up a quick excuse to not be in the same room as him. The whole time she felt Syaoran's eyes burning a whole through her body. Her feet led her quickly out of the castle to get some fresh air, and tried to promise herself not to think about Syaoran for at least another twenty-four hours.

xxxxxx

The next day, Sakura woke up feeling fresh, and slightly better. The other night before going to bed, an idea struck her, and she had formed kind of plan to sort out her feelings for Syaoran. She hoped that it would work, because if it didn't, she was back to square one on the drawing board.

On her way down the halls, Sakura suddenly felt quite proud of herself for feeling better. When she thought about Kero, she didn't burst out into tears, and whenever someone said his name, she wouldn't sob as loud as she use to! That was certainly an improvement for her. Sakura could definitely say that Heart's pep talk was better than Tomoyo, although Sakura knew that Tomoyo tried really hard to get through to her.

She walked the castle halls, and made her way into the large dining room. She entered only to see Fujitaka, Syaoran, and Yelan all seated around the long table, having their breakfast. At the sound of her entrance, all their heads snapped up, and they all plastered on wide smiles. Sakura greeted them a good morning, and took her place beside Syaoran, who was intently munching on his toast.

"How are you doing?" Fujitaka asked, hoping to see the improvement Sakura had made overnight. He lurched over the table, to see his daughter's face, and saw in astonishment that there were no tears, no wet eye lashes, no nothing. Just a straight, solemn face looking back into his. "I'm guessing you're doing quite well, indeed!" he said approvingly.

Sakura smiled and began to speak of her plans for the day. She spoke about going shopping, and doing some last minute wedding arrangements. Kero's death was certainly not going to keep her from getting married. The wedding would take place on the thirty-first of March, just as planned. She knew in her heart that Kero probably would've wanted her to, even thought it was to a man that called him a fat feline.

"Also..." Sakura said, as if hiding something from them. No one seemed to notice her mysterious voice, and Sakura was glad about that, "I was also wondering if we could bury Kero today. I'm certainly not just going to leave him wrapped up in that old blanket and throw him away," she said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Why, that seems like a nice thing to do," Yelan chimed, looking at Syaoran and Fujitaka for approval. They both nodded. "So then it's settled. We'll bury Kero today. Sakura, my dear, where exactly do you plan on digging his grave?" she asked, continuing to take large bites of her eggs.

"Actually," Sakura began, "I was wondering if Syaoran and I could just do it by ourselves..." and she paused. It wasn't her entire sentence, but she waited to see if Yelan, Fujitaka or Syaoran were okay with Syaoran and herself just burying him together. They kept their attention towards Sakura, and paid no objection to her idea, so she continued, "and dig his grave in the backyard of the cottage," she finally finished.

All three heads snapped up in her direction, not even bothering to continue eating their breakfast. "Why ever would you do that?" Yelan asked, as if it was the dumbest question she'd ever heard. No one else spoke. Fujitaka just stared at his daughter, while Syaoran darted his eyes back and forth from Sakura, to his Mother, as if it was an arguement waiting to happen.

"Well..." Sakurar said shyly, her eyes automatically drawn to the knuckles of her fingers, "I don't see why I can't do that. I know that Kero didn't want to be buried just anywhere, and I would really like it if Syaoran and I could bury him in the backyard of the cottage. Kero's never been there before, and I would love to show him what a beautiful place it really was,"

"Sakura, dear, you're talking as if he is alive," Yelan replied.

"Yes, well," Sakura continued, "is there something wrong with that?"

Then there was silence. Sakura had spoken so sharply, and so matter-of-factly that Yelan felt like she had been insulted with the most biggest, baddest, rudest swear word there was on the face of the planet. There was nothing she could do, but stare at Sakura, wide-eyed and shocked by her never before said (and quite good) come backs.

Slowly, to ease the tension, Syaoran spoke for the first time that morning, "Well Mother, do you have any objections?" and she didn't speak. Syaoran took her silence as a "no". "Alright then, Sakura. This evening at six, we will take a carriage back to the cottage and - " but he was cut off by Sakura, and the wave of her finger for him to be quiet.

"Actually, that won't be necessary," she interrupted, a smile creeping up towards her face, "I'd actually like it if we could walk there. It's a beautiful day outside, and in the afternoon, there most probably will be a nice breeze. It won't be uncomfortable, really. There is no need for anyone to drive us. And we'll dig the grave ourselves. No servants are needed," she finally finished. Syaoran was kind of shocked. Yesterday, she was the one trying to collect herself, and yet today, it seemed like she was making all the rules.

"Um, okay then," Syaoran agreed.

Sakura smiled, and stood up from her seat. "Okay then!" she echoed, and made her way out of the room. Sakura felt them their eyes upon her body, watch her exit with their round wide-eyes. She found it quite amusing, actually. It was fun to show people that you could do things that they never thought you would do.

She retired back to her room, and lay there for a few minutes. She thought about her plan to sort out her feelings for Syaoran, and she hoped and prayed that it would work. It wasn't a master plan or anything, but to her, she thought that it was the only way to figure things out. Suddenly, the plans that she had discussed during breakfast struck her hard, and she leaped off the bed, ready to start a new day.

xxxxxx

Sakura met up with Syaoran just half-way to the cottage. They both took carriages there, because if you remembered, it took at least a thirty-five minute drive there. Imagine how long it would take if the walked! So, on an agreement they made before they started their day, they would take a carriage to half-way towards the cottage, and walk the rest of the way. The carriages would still be there, waiting to take them back to the castle, however.

In her pale left hand, she carried with her a small basket. The basket contained Kero's dead, rotting body wrapped in a white blanket. Before going out however, she wrapped Kero in two or more thick blankets to keep the stench within himself and the basket. That seemed to work out quite well.

Syaoran joined her at the half-way marker (which was a tree stump), with his hand shoved into the deepest parts of his pockets. Neither of them spoke, they just walked along the trail leading towards the cottage, leaving the horse-drawn carriages far behind them. This wasn't going very well. Sakura's plan wasn't even carried out yet, and they'd been walking for at least ten minutes. This wasn't how she had planned it.

After walking in silence for quite a while, they arrived at the cottage. Neither of them walked inside, or took a left and made their way to the backyard. They only stayed, rooted the spot, staring at the cottage that they had called home. It seemed like it hadn't changed one bit since they had last seen it. The rocking chair and the hammock were still dancing along with the cool breeze, and the plants that they had once planted were still there. They had survived the long winter.

Sakura made the first move. She walked inside, and goggled at what she saw. The floor was covered in dust, and it seemed like she was entering it for the first time. The coffee table was still in place, the sofas, the two beds that she and Syaoran had once slept in. An overwhelming feeling suddenly swallowed Sakura, and both Syaoran who had entered the cottage just a few seconds after her.

Sakura tried hard to swallow the knot in her throat, and to keep the tears from spilling. Luckily, she succeeded, and she forced herself to walk away, towards the backyard. The flowerbeds were still there, but few flowers that Syaoran planted were still there. Obviously, most of them hadn't survived the harsh winter. Slowly, she dropped the basket onto one of the flower beds, and began to dig with her hands. Syaoran bent down, and began to help her.

In no time, they had dug a not large, and yet not small whole. Basically big enough to fit Kero, Sakura's beloved cat. Slowly, she lowered the basket into the grave. Sakura hesitated, and blew a kiss towards Kero before beginning to throw the dirt back into the whole. She was helped out by Syaoran, who still hadn't spoken a word. Slowly, the two of them got up, and brushed the dirt off of their clothes. Syaoran stood, his hands still in his pockets, and Sakura, with her arms over her chest.

Once again, they were caught in an uncomfortable silence. They only stared at the flower bed, which now contained Kero's rotten body. He could now rest peacefully, now that he was buried properly, and not lying in some blanket in the attic of the castle. Sakura was happy. Yet sad at the same time. Happy that she had gotten over with it. Sad that she actually had to say goodbye. Disappointed that her plan hadn't even been carried out yet.

"Um...Sakura? I have something for you - er - Kero," Syaoran said, out of the blue. From out of his pocket, he pulled out a block of wood, basically the same size as Sakura's palm. On it were carvings that Sakura could not read, until Syaoran handed it to her so she could. She held it close, and squinted her eyes. She acted as though she were blind.

Kero Kinomoto

More Than A Cat,
A Beloved Friend.

It read. Syaoran had carved out the words almost perfectly, and circled them in the paw of a kitten. Tiny hearts were also carved into the block of wood, and bits of paint here and there. Sakura was absolutely shocked. She'd always known that Syaoran hated Kero, so why had he done this?

"Syaoran..." she began, still inspecting the block of wood, "thank you. It's beautiful. I didn't know you were such a craftsman," she joked. Syaoran only smiled, which was enough for Sakura. She set it down on the big lump of dirty where Kero lay beneath, and plucked some flowers from the other flower bed. She placed them by Kero's grave, and stood once more, to admire her work.

"Do you think he'd like it?" Syaoran asked.

Sakura nodded, not daring to speak, for fear of her voice cracking, and letting the large tears fall from her gorgeous eyes. She had questions. She needed them answered. She couldn't just not talk for this long, and so, she took a shot, "Why did you do that?" she asked, her voice not cracking. "Why would you make something for Kero, when you two have been at each other's throats since I got him?"

"Well," Syaoran said, "I thought it was the least I could do. Like a peace offering. So he can know that I'm sorry." and his gaze was suddenly cast to the ground, like it was a magnet. "I kind of did it for you," he finished.

Sakura was confused. "Me?" Sakura asked, "why would you do that for me?"

"Well, because I know you wanted us to be friends. I know you didn't want us to fight all the time, even though I know you enjoyed it when he tore at my skin. Just call it an early wedding gift," he said shyly.

All Sakura could do was stare her shoes. She was suddenly attacked by such strong emotions, that she couldn't seem to keep her eyes on anywhere but that. She wouldn't let herself look at Syaoran, because she'd be reminded of his generous "gift". She wouldn't look at Kero, because she would be reminded of his death, and how much she missed him. But she didn't need to look at anything to make her start crying. All she did was think about all the things she wouldn't let herself do, and she broke down in tears, once more.

Syaoran heard weeping to his left. He turned around, and saw Sakura, her head bent, her arms tightly folded across her chest, and big huge blobs of tears falling from her eyes. He didn't need to hesitate to pull her into his arms. He held her tightly, as if he'd never let go. And he wouldn't. Not until she told him to, and not until he thought it was necessary. She didn't tell him to, and he definitely didn't think it was necessary to let go of her - so he held her.

Sakura clung onto Syaoran for what seemed like forever. Her tears fell onto his clothing once more, but Syaoran didn't seem to mind. She threw her arms behind his back, and kept them firmly in place, as though showing him that she did not want him to let go. He obviously got the message, because he didn't. Not even when she lifted her head, to look him in the eye.

"I'm sorry," she said, retracting her arms from his body, "I didn't mean to do that...I - "

"It's alright Sakura," Syaoran interrupted, "you know you can always cry on my shoulder. I mean, we're getting married, right? For better or for worse. I'm always, always here when you need me. No matter what," and he pulled her back, into yet another warm embrace. He dug his face into her auburn hair, and kissed the top of her forehead. With just one simple kiss, it seemed like he could take all her problems away. Sakura could definitely feel like she could get use to this.

xxxxxx

On the walk back to the carriages, Syaoran still never let go of Sakura. He held her tightly by the hand, and would not loosen his grip until he walked her back to her own carriage, where they both would be lead back to the castle. Sakura found that comforting.

As the carriage rolled along on the cobbled streets, Sakura looked out the window, and watched as the beautiful scenery became a big orange, red-ish, yellow blurr. She flew off with her thoughts once more, and she had finally come to a decision, on whether or not she loved Syaoran. It was a hard decision to make. It took her at least ten months to figure it out, and yet the answer was so simple.

Sakura loves Syaoran.

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