DISCLAIMER: just for looks…
Appreciate the support. Kioni, I'm not sure what your question is, but I'll try my best. Sakura is in love with Tomoyo. That should not change throughout this fiction. I just wanted to clarify that sexual orientation is irrelevant(like Clamp). I also needed simple, possibly shallow reasons as to why Sakura liked those two. Alright, enjoy.
MY SASSY GIRL
II. A Typical Day
"Ohayo!"
The formalities were thrown everywhere, and no one seemed to care that Tomoyo and I were holding hands. They all knew we were together, but I suppose Tomoyo and I had always been affectionate. Plus, we weren't the only "odd" couple in the group. Chiharu and Takashi are cousins with a love-hate relationship. O wait, maybe Tomoyo and I are distant cousins…Rika and Terada-sensei had this secret engagement going on—another thing Tomoyo had to fill me in on. And Naoko, well, I don't know if she possessed such feelings yet. She did however have this penchant for the supernatural. Maybe she's a—
"Necrophile" Takashi utters with the wisdom of an erect index finger. "It's a ghost that loves to haunt children. The term was coined in the Romantic literary era and—"
"YOU're coming with ME!" admonishes Chiharu while dragging the still babbling boy by his collar.
I cower behind the balls of my fists. "Is that true? Then I must know a lot of necrophiles."
Tomoyo squeezes my hand for reassurance. "I don't think so…" she says with her trademark closed eyes and warm smile.
"Since we're on the topic," drawls Naoko with a pause and the glare of her multipurpose lenses, "there's this haunted house I read about last night on the internet…"
"GOMEN-nasai Naoko-chan! I already promised Tomoyo that I'd spend the night at her house" I yelp unbelievingly, even though it's true. Every Friday Tomoyo and I spent the night at our houses alternately. It was something I looked forward to yet dreaded simultaneously. Obviously the former won out, because Tomoyo always had me guessing…
"Daijoubu Sakura-chan. I'm sure Yamazaki-kun and Chiharu and I can accompany Naoko to this exhibit" supplies Rika.
"Mmm, hai!" I chirp gratefully as the sensei entered to begin class. Nothing to add there. He was a monotonously boring, middle-aged man. But I'm probably not giving him enough credit, 'cause Terada-sensei and Mizuki-sensei were so cool! Wai! Mizuki-sensei is so pretty. I want to be just like her!
I listen intently to the social calendar, always full with some seasonal festival. Unfortunately, the rest of the day progresses into academics, and I count some sheep. Heehee…I stayed up too late talking on the phone with Tomoyo last night.
The day passes by as one blur. I performed acceptably in athletics, ate a picnic of a lunch with Tomoyo in the lovely Spring breeze, and dozed off some more with the introduction of Algebra. It was just another typical day.
Count on Tomoyo to disturb the natural balance of things.
We were the last people in the classroom at the end of school. I was asleep until Tomoyo breathed more than said, "Sakura-chan…" against my stiff neck. Her cool breath made my whole body shiver.
"Tomoyo! You scared me!" I jerk up almost grouchily. My past sensei would have scolded me for sleeping in class, but this one didn't even notice, or care. Now I had to be awakened by this Princess Scheming.
"Gomen Sakura-chan. I did not mean to startle you," she lies through her calm exterior. How does she do that? Switching realities completely unfazed. "It's just that I ran out of tape while filming you in your kawaii slumber!"
"EHHH? You were filming me during class?"
"Sakura should know best that one can get away with anything in this classroom."
"No, I'm only certain that YOU can get away with anything you pull."
"Do you hate it when I immortalize you on my camcorder? I can stop it altogether if it makes you unhappy," Tomoyo offers with a rare moment of absolute truth. She doesn't even refer to me in the third person. I know it's serious when she's actually talking to me, instead of about me as if I were her favorite doll, which I probably am.
"No NO! Ano, it flatters me. I like to know that you're always looking out for me…" I twiddle my thumbs in embarrassment and hope that she wasn't offended by my earlier statement. I know how much recording me means to her.
She flashes me a dazzling smile, grand compared to her already pretty, little smiles. "Every moment of Sakura's life is worth savoring!" she sighs obsessively making me sweatdrop and rub the back of my head. Her sudden euphoria makes me wonder if she just acted stung in order to hear me say those personal feelings. I don't want to think so poorly of her, but her coy way of ushering me to her house is skeptical. She's also humming freely, a sign that she's elated and full of energy—the frightening kind of energy she's bound to unleash on me when we arrive at her house, in her bedroom.
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