(A/N: Wow! So many reviews! I'm sorry I had trouble updating, I just can't see where the plot's heading…I'm sorry, I also noticed that my character development sucks! Can you tell the difference between Sakura and Syaoran? Sakura's is a bit more cynical and well Syaoran's just carefree sort of. He doesn't worry too much except when his father his brought up. He only tenses up there. I know he's OCC…but that's the character I show in here. Wish you understand them! Well, I'm extremely sorry, but this chappie is going to have to be really really short too! Please forgive me? I have SO much stuff going on right now…I can't believe I even got this much ahead…)

Disclaimer: I think you guys understand by now that I DON'T own CCS, and that I will never…

Chapter Eight: Tomoyo- Sakura

"Hey, there's an Insomnia Meet today, you want to come?" Tomoyo asked as she tossed herself ungraciously on top of the large bed next to mine.

I shrugged noncommittally, "Sure." Somehow the aspect of going out anywhere in public, even if it was to see Syaoran, opposed to me. How could it not? It was really bugging me, how everyone thinks so low of me. I didn't even have a clue why it mattered what they thought. My heart sunk a little lower, I felt blatantly depressed. I had to stop thinking about it, but I couldn't. What if it was me who-

"We're going in twenty," She grinned sheepishly, "Sorry I asked you so late…I just forgot."

"No problem-o," I assured her, "Well, let's get dressed." A smirk crossed her face and she looked at me slyly.

"Sakura, you know, it might be better if I picked an outfit for you."

I raised my eyebrows, "Why?"

She seemed flustered, "Well, of course if you're going to the meet, where there will be lots of-"

"You're kidding me, right? Is this the part when you tell me that it's for the cameras or something?" She winced.

"See, I already have a bad rep, so what if the press writes that I have no fashion style or what not? I don't care…" I trailed off. I just realized that my statement could head our conversation into a dangerous territory.

Tomoyo shot me a sympathetic expression obviously purposefully overlooking what I said, "Look, that's not it. I just want to okay? It's what friends do."

"Dress each other?" I asked incredously.

"No silly," She replied laughing, "I just want to pick an outfit out for you. Is that so bad? Do I really need to explain further? You'll be wearing exclusive hand made Daidouji fashion!"

I smiled weakly. I guess it's okay if it makes her happy, since it didn't really bother me anyhow. Except that isn't how I felt after I saw what she wanted me to wear. But, I wasn't in the mood to argue.

"Hmm," She murmured absentmindedly as she handed a light green miniskirt to me. Then she pulled out the rest of my so-called outfit: A white spaghetti strap tank, and brown Ug Boots. My eyes widened when she proceeded on to open the drawers filled with make up. I hoped she wasn't going to apply any of that on me.

I groaned to let her know my disapproval. I couldn't believe it. Did things just get worse and worse? And I still couldn't stop thinking. I eyed Tomoyo curiously.

I'm a loose t-shirt and jeans girl, since I've had to wear uniforms for half of my life. And as I dragged on the attire, I couldn't help but feel awkward. Like I was wedged in something I wasn't supposed to be meddling in.

When I returned from the bathroom, Tomoyo squealed shrilly. "You look absolutely kawaii Sakura!" I frowned and sagged my shoulders. The feeling of drab drifted within me miserably.

"What if I don't desire to look kawaii?" I don't know what did it, but Tomoyo finally got the hint.

Her voice swiftly got grim, "Sakura…" She knit her brows together.

"Tomoyo, you knew didn't you?" Surprise flashed over her features.

"Knew what?" She asked, as she sat back down on her bed. A gust from the window unexpectedly interrupted by engulfing us in a cold blanket. Shivering, I walked towards the window overlooking the big city and closed it firmly. I turned around and faced Tomoyo's questioning eyes. I took a deep breath.

"I mean, you like everyone else knew about all those rumors." Of course she knew. Why was I asking her in the first place? Why was I even bringing it up?

Her eyes searched my face slowly, "Yes. I did." I didn't know what I expected. I still hadn't the slightest notion why I was asking her either. I just felt the urge to.

"But I don't believe them." It was her voice that broke off my trance.

Just by hearing her say that aloud, maybe it's what I needed. I required comprehending that detail. But how could I believe that she didn't trust those rumors when…when I might? Irritation overwhelmed me; I hadn't a clue what happened that night. So what if, like Yelan said, it truly was my mistake Mom died? Did I do that? My stomach twirled quaintly.

"Well, the thing is…" My voice echoed shakily in the suddenly still and quiet dorm room, "I can't remember what happened that night."

She tilted her head in the manner she did when she first met me, "How?"

"How did I lose my memory?" I asked for her. She nodded in agreement, that that was what she wanted to know.

I shut my eyes tightly. This was maybe the first time I was sharing my feelings with someone. I had never done it before. Nor had I ever had any friends that I considered sharing with. But, now here I was on the verge of explaining to Tomoyo.

"I don't know…I don't how anything happened…" I echoed thoughtlessly. It was the first step I took towards a big understanding. Tomoyo was the friend I never knew I would have.

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"Welcome to the Finally Insomnia Meet! This season had started off with a bang and the championships having been over, we've called all the runners to end this season with another bang!" The crowd and Tomoyo next to me, all cheered loudly. I couldn't help but applaud along with them and let all the contagious excitement infect and invade me like a disease. Soon, I was grinning ear to ear, the morning incident half-heartedly disregarded in my mind.

The tall brown haired man raised a hand to quiet the audience, "Now for the opening act, please welcome Chiharu Mihara!"

I watched in astonishment as a chocolate haired girl entered the platform beneath us. She looked up at the surrounding crowd and smiled widely.

"That's our Chiharu…" Tomoyo whispered to me. I knew. I just didn't know that she was the 'Chiharu' Tomoyo knew. I should've known of course, but I still couldn't grasp many facts since everything happened so fast.

I calmed myself down deciding that this was my chance at having a good time, and I didn't want to ruin it by thinking about other unwanted things excessively, so I cheered loudly for her too. She was an all right singer; I had heard her at many opening and closing acts of Insomnia Races that I watched on television.

"Hey everyone!" As soon as her voice sounded, the audience grew restless and rooted even louder.

"Are you glad to see me?" Everyone started to stomp their feet, me doing the same. I grinned childishly again. Some things were so immature; they were just irresistible to participate in.

Chiharu too giggled at all the screaming admirers and tramping feet. However she was coerced shortly to raise a hand to cool the anxious throng. After it got quieter, music began to play delicately.

"Today I've decided in tribute of our country and all the things it has undergone, I'm going to sing our national anthem." Instantaneously the spectators settled down with respect as Chiharu chanted. Her voice, as I was familiar with, was absolutely gorgeous but it appeared a little phony. I didn't hear true passion in it, or perhaps I was just too condemnatory.

Tomoyo shuffled beside me, a little impatiently. I twisted to her wondering what was wrong, "You okay?"

She stopped fidgeting and smiled uneasily. Taking that as a yes, I turned back around to watch Chiharu in performance.

I heard squirming next to me yet again. Maybe it would have better for her if I just had ignored it the second instance it happened, although I didn't. I was persistent.

"What's wrong?"

She pressed her lips decisively together in queasiness and didn't answer me.

"What's wrong?" I repeated. She then averted her gaze away from eyes as if they were burning into her or something of the sort.

I blinked a couple of times, unable to understand her actions. So I inquired for a third time, "Tomoyo?"

There was a moment of silence between us, as Chiharu continued to sing.

Tomoyo soon lifted her lilac eyes to meet mine, but again she glanced away hastily. I began to get sincerely worried and concerned of her actions.

I opened my mouth to say something again, but Tomoyo's small voice stopped me in the process.

"Sakura…" She started.

"Hmmm?" It was a minute or two before she spoke up, but I didn't want to in any way hurry her. I knew how it was to share something difficult.

Although she didn't say anything in the way I expected. Her voice broke into a small hum. Right away I noticed the grace and eloquence her voice contained and was amazed by it.

I tried once more to open my mouth to speak, but Tomoyo's voice hushed it once more. She was singing softly in my ear.

"Under the stars

That shine so bright

Under the moon

Benevolent light

Stealth and sly

In discreet

Time flies by

We will meet

Where we go

A mystery

No one knows

Its history"

I was spellbound, shocked, stunned, anything. My ears had completely blocked out all other stadium noises and were at the very moment replaying the sweet melody she had sung. How did Tomoyo hide this from me so easily?

However, I couldn't do more than smile at her in response. I was so stunned.

She turned away from me, abruptly then whipped around again her hair flashing in front of my face.

Tears formed in her eyes, and she mouthed to me.

"I'm sorry."

(A/N: SO SORRY!)