A/N: This is the first story that I've ever written, but R&R (reading & reviewing) is still highly appreciated. Also, a little C&C (compliment & criticism) is appreciated in the reviews.

Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura does not in any aspects belong to this lowly writer. However, the plot and storyline are most definitely mine.

Warning: If you are not a fan or can't tolerate YURI/Shoujo-ai I warn you not to read further than this warning.

Legend:

:Flashback:

'…Thinking…'

"…Speaking…"

Ch. 1: Happy Birthday?

It was April 1st, the morning of Sakura Kinomoto's eighteenth birthday. Sakura's birthday however, always filled Sakura with hollow, bittersweet pain. Sakura stood staring out of the barred and screened prison cell window. It had been four years since she was placed, unceremoniously, in Juvenile Prison. Everyone on the inside of the walls knew that they weren't in a "juvenile correctional center," they were in Jigoku.

As Sakura stared quietly out of her window, she reminisced about the last birthday she had outside of the facility. A devilish smile broke out upon her still angelic lips.

:Flashback:

It was a bright, and sunny morning, the day of Sakura's fourteenth birthday.

'So what if it's my birthday? Just because it's my birthday doesn't mean that I have anyone to spend it with. Touya is still away at the university right now studying to be an archaeologist, just like Otou-san. Touya always made Otou-san proud. I'm the black sheep, no one cares about me, even when they're fighting on my birthday they don't care that I can hear them. Okaa-San… Otou-san… Please stop this fighting!'

A loud crash reverberated through the tiny dining room, making Sakura's feverishly melting candles flicker with a hidden energy. Sakura sighed, watching them dance with the influence of her breath. The shouting quieted down gradually, but then escalated to an even louder volume.

'Okaa-san and Otou-san never shut up, even on my fucking birthday!' Sakura took a sidelong glance at the matches they had used to light her candles. A delightfully wicked thought struck her. 'I love fire, it works fast but it hurts if you touch it for too long…' Sakura heard another thud and then another, the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Sakura's eyes grew wide; she had never thought it would come to this. Sakura knew her parents fought, but her father had never laid a finger on her mother. Tears welled in her eyes again, making her feel pathetic.

All of a sudden she felt a sickening thought crawl into her mind. ' Tomoyo would tell me everything was alright… Tomoyo why did you leave me?' Sakura's tears spilled over her cheeks and she wiped them away in an attempt to make all traces of sadness disappear. Sakura had walked up to her room with her ears covered, glad that she didn't have to walk into the living room to get up the stairs. Sakura definitely did not want to witness her parents' fistfight.

:Flashback end:

Sakura blushed thinking about the day she had turned 14, and the difference between past and present. Her thoughts at 14 came to her easily as she relived her past once again.

:Flashback:

It had been a long time since she had given her old friend a single thought. Thinking of Tomoyo Daidouji had just been much to hard, but now all the years of ignoring thoughts of her friend came flooding to her. It was like a tsunami hit her full force, and the rainwater was gushing out of her eyes.

Tomoyo had gone to juvenile prison when the two of them were only 11 years old. The way it had happened was as clear to Sakura now, as though she were watching it replay before her. Tomoyo looked so close, so warm. Sakura could feel the fabric of Tomoyo's dress in her mind, just like it had felt that very day; the dress had felt so smooth and silky, like Tomoyo's skin.

Tomoyo and Sakura were bundled up to face the spring weather, because it was just a few weeks after Sakura's eleventh birthday. Tomoyo and Sakura walked hand in hand, like best friends do, except Tomoyo's bodyguards were trailing behind them sullenly. When Tomoyo got home her mother, Sonomi-san, was entertaining guests. From there it had spiraled downward.

Sonomi-san had had her guests stand, and introduced them as Tomoyo's "real" parents. Tomoyo had turned so pale, paler than a ghost could have been. Then Tomoyo's breathing got frantic and she grabbed her bodyguard's gun.

The bodyguard had frozen in place, probably wondering whether to tackle her mistress or let her fire. Then… the shot rang out like a gong in Sakura's head, nothing could have prevented what had happened next.

Tomoyo's bodyguard lay dead and bleeding on the granite floor of the mansion. Sonomi-san cried out in shock, having to witness her best friend's demise. Sonomi-san then started to yell at Tomoyo, shrieking swear words only a sailor could have known. Tomoyo stood there and cocked the gun at Sonomi-san when she heard the words adopted and pity fly out of Sonomi-san's mouth.

What happened next was either a blessing or a curse. Tomoyo lifted the gun swiftly, aimed it at her temple, and pulled the trigger. CLICK. Nothing happened. There had only been one bullet.

:Flashback end:

Remembering the irony of those events had plastered a dry smile on Sakura's mouth.

'How ironic that Yojinbo had loaded her gun with only one bullet, but died because of that one bullet. The bullet Yojinbo had meant to protect Tomoyo had ended up piercing her in the heart. She died at the hands of the one she was protecting, that's probably the biggest irony in the world.' Sakura contemplated while squinting through the screen in the window, watching an orange-headed ground thrush fly to its nest in the ground just beyond Jigoku's walls.

'That bird is bright orange, like fire…' Sakura thought, her smile turning into a grimace. 'Fire…'

"Saku-chan, come here." A sultry, yet demanding, voice purred. Sakura was swiftly taken out of her reverie. Sakura turned, wiping the grimace off of her face, and replacing it with an adoring smile. Sakura gazed tenderly at her lover of four long, arduous years.

"Hai, Tomo-chan?" Sakura answered quietly, while sauntering her way to her best friend. Sakura stood beside the bottom bunkthey shared in the cell and displayed her warmest grin.

"Happy Birthday Saku-chan…" Tomoyo giggled while tugging Sakura's pants down playfully. Sakura yanked her prison uniform pants back up with a smile. Sakura laughed her tinkling laugh and sat beside Tomoyo, glancing appreciatively at Tomoyo's porcelain skin. Sakura yanked Tomoyo's uniform shirt and pants off with a rough tug, tossing them onto the bunk above. Sakura then grabbed a pair of clean socks and tied each one of Tomoyo's wrists to a post on the bed. Tomoyo chuckled at Sakura's resourcefulness. Since the prison guards took away anything that could mean potential harm to the inhabitants of Jigoku, Sakura had to make do with the only thing available.

They smiled affectionately at each other for a long moment. Then Sakura slowly ran her fingers along Tomoyo's sides, eyes twinkling at the goose pimples that were rising along in a trail after her fingers. Sakura's heartbeats sped up, and their breathing started to mingle and becomedesperate gasps.

"Saku-chan? Aren't you glad we're finally leaving this place? We're not juveniles anymore, so they can't contain us any longer." Tomoyo released a moan after whispering her question. Sakura smirked as she slid a finger along Tomoyo's slick folds, not yet penetrating inside, but enough to arouse Tomoyo's clit. Sakura loved how Tomoyo couldn't concentrate on what she was saying when Sakura did that. Sakura also adored how Tomoyo couldn't stop her because her hands were tied, and wouldn't even if her hands weren't. Sakura loved being in control. "Saku-chan, please…"

"Please, what Tomoyo? Tell me what you want, Sweetie." Sakura kept gliding back and forth in Tomoyo's folds, pinching Tomoyo's clit as she went along. Sakura grinned at hearing Tomoyo's pleading whimper; she loved making Tomoyo beg. Sakura leaned over and suckled like a newborn baby on Tomoyo's left breast, biting gently, but hard enough to make Tomoyo's body arch taut. Sakura lifted her head slightly and blew on Tomoyo's wet nipple, watching in fascination as it hardened into a cherry pink nib.

"Please… Please… Please make me yours… Saku-chan!" Sakura heard Tomoyo sigh. The second Tomoyo had begged for what she wanted, Sakura shoved three delicate fingers into the sticky warmth that had formed inside Tomoyo. Tomoyo whined, biting her lip to hold in the scream that had welled deep in her throat. Sakura slowly slid her three fingers in and out of Tomoyo's, now quivering, body, while using her thumb to stroke Tomoyo's clit. Sakura straddle atop Tomoyo's hips, her right hand still rhythmically flowing in and out of Tomoyo's pussy. Sakura was skilled in this position, the position of domination. Sakura's position can be hard to manage for some people, but not for someone that used to be a cheerleader. Sakura had always been flexible, and her pose proved it.

Sakura sat straddling Tomoyo's hips sitting on her right hand, which was pumping into Tomoyo faster now. Sakura's coarse uniform was wreaking havoc on Tomoyo's sensitive skin. Tomoyo could feel every single movement Sakura made, only twenty times more, because the thick cloth was rubbing Tomoyo all over. Sakura grinned at Tomoyo who seems to be losing breath. Sakura pulled her fingers out and immediately Tomoyo started to whine and twist beneath her.

"Sakura-chan, please don't! You haven't claimed me yours yet!" Sakura's eyes glinted with a gentle severity, and she brought up her right hand that was drenched in Tomoyo's juices. Tomoyo's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the dripping fingers. Sakura took her fingers and traced an intricate design on Tomoyo's chest and stomach. Sakura tilted her body forward and blew cold breath across her art, her left hand bracing her. Tomoyo's body shook with pleasure, and she closed her eyes letting Sakura weave her magic. Sakura leaned over and lapped up every inch, and line of cum that was on Tomoyo's body. Sakura's prey trembled and groaned with frustration. "Sakura! PLEASE!"

Sakura smiled at Tomoyo's desperation, and slowly worked her tongue and lipsdown Tomoyo's fragile body. Finally, Sakura had made her way between Tomoyo's legs. Tomoyo had gotten ready and had spread her legs apart wide enough so Sakura could have more than enough room to maneuver.

'Tomoyo-chan's body is so hot… Her juices are so warm!' Sakura thought, pleased. Sakura loved giving Tomoyo pleasure, knowing she was the one Tomoyo wanted. Tomoyo was the only one that had ever wanted and loved Sakura. Sakura slowly extended her tongue to Tomoyo's pulsing womanhood. Sakura gently nibbled at Tomoyo's tender clit, as she tenderly used both of her thumbs to open Tomoyo's folds to reveal the sweet nectar that Sakura hungered for.

"SAKURA-CHAN!" Tomoyo released as she reached her climax. Tomoyo's body relaxed, and Sakura stood up and got Tomoyo's clothes from the top bunk and released Tomoyo from her bonds. Then, Sakura dressed Tomoyo as she lightly slept from exhaustion. Sakura looked amused at her predicament, but she was used to it. Sakura was always to bent on pleasing Tomoyo she never gave Tomoyo a chance to give her sexual release, but Sakura was fine with that.

'As long as I have you, my beloved Tomoyo, by my side, I don't need anyone else.' Sakura leaned over and placed an affectionate kiss on Tomoyo's damp forehead.

"I love you Tomo-chan…" Sakura whispered into Tomoyo's hair.

"I love you too my beloved Saku-chan." Sakura heard Tomoyo's weary whisper.

TBC

Jigoku: Japanese for hell

Yojinbo: Japanese for bodyguard, not very creative…

Orange-Headed Ground Thrush: A real bird, scientific name Zoothera citrina cyanotus.

Hai: Yes

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