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Complications-Chapter 6
Dream
The warm dazzling sunshine penetrated through Sakura's window, with birds conversing songfully outside. In the dull, pale-green room, Sakura lied on her bed uncomfortably, rolling back and forth and kicking her blanket away from her heating body, but only to have it cover her again by a pair of gentle hands.
"Sakura, dear," the velvet voice came out like an angle from heaven. Sakura opened her exhausted eyes slowly. The person who was caressing her cheeks gently was the most beautiful person on Earth. She had translucent white creamy skin, slender body, soft misty grey eyes and long, delicate grey hair (not because of age). Her name was Nadeshiko Kinomoto, Sakura's most beloved mother.
She looked nothing like Sakura except for her gentleness that was fully passed down to Sakura. Nadeshiko had kneeled beside Sakura ever since last night. Her continuous accompaniment was the only reason why Sakura healed so quickly. "Mom," Sakura complained, taking Nadeshiko's warm hands in hers.
"How are you feeling, my dear?"
"Better than last night," Sakura replied with a small smile. Her mother's eyes appeared a sign of relief, replacing her wariness. "That's great. I'm glad. I will go downstairs tomake some porridge. So please go back to sleep." With one more stroke against Sakura's cheek, she got up and closed the bedroom door quietly.
Reality-Infirmary
"Mom, I feel sick. Mom!" Sakura caught the warm smooth hand that was stroking her hair quickly and snapped her eyes open. The person turned out to be Tomoyo, who she was glad to see but at the same time, disappointed because she wasn't her mother.
"You had a dream about Aunt Nadeshiko, again, Sakura?" Tomoyo frowned.
"Yes, she was so gentle, so warm...so real." Sakura stared at the white bed sheet that was covered over her body as a small droplet of tear rolled down her cheek.
"Sakura, even though Aunty is gone, she's still with you in the heaven. You still have me, Uncle Fujitaka and Touya. We all love you so much." Sakura was suddenly, but expectedly, pulled into Tomoyo's tight embrace.
"I know, I just miss her too much."
In the silence, the clock ticked its way into seconds and minutes. It was comfortable as Sakura breathed in Tomoyo's vanilla fragrance. The scent intoxicated her thoughts of her deceased mother.
Tick...tick tick
"What's that noise," Sakura asked, pushing Tomoyo slightly away, confused. There was a low, unintelligible hissing coming from the other side of the closed infirmary doors across from where they were. As if in some sort of pattern, the crisp hisses alternated back and forth between two things.
Short. Long. Short. Short. Long.
It was as if people were conversing--more like arguing in an agitated manner. Tomoyo returned the gaze absent-mindedly and herlips clasped together tightly.
"Are you able to walk?" We need to do some traveling."
Sakura, still looked confused, got up from the bed with Tomoyo's strolled towards the double blue doors. Tomoyo pushed one of them open until the both of them could peek outside.
"Didn't I tell you NOT to show yourself when she's around?" the first voice growled coldly.
"I don't have a reason to follow your order, Mike," a second voice replied casually that made it sound more like a threat instead.
Sakura absorbed their conversation quietly, fully understanding who "her" was. She wasn't surprised to see Syaoran there because she was half conscious when he carried her to he Infirmary. She wasn't surprised that Mike was also there because he somehow always knew where she was.
What she was really appalled for was where their conversation was heading.
"I have every right to make you follow this order. You are the reason why she got hurt. You are the reason why she shed so much tears for an unworthy person like you. You are the reason why she's not moving onto another relationship! Do you realize that whenever you act so normal around her, she gets hurt?" Mike's voice was furious--beyond descriptions.
He glared at Syaoran frightenly. Because Syaoran's back was facing the doors, Tomoyo and Sakura did not see his expression. Sakura wanted to push her way out because she had enough but was stopped by Tomoyo.
"Shh!" she warned. "Stand still!" Sakura obeyed unwillingly.
"Even if that's the case, I'm still her ex. I deserve to do whatever I want," Syaoran's voice came out perfectly at ease.
Had enough of the whole thing, Sakura pushed past Tomoyo and the doors to where Mike and Syaoran both stood. Both of their faces were filled with surprise.
They did not expect her to hear the conversation. She placed her hand on Mike's arm and said, "C'mon Mike, you should say thank you to Syaoran, right? He was the one who carried me here." Sakura faked a smile at Mike who returned the look suspiciously.
"Thank you, Syaoran, very very much," Sakura gratefully thanked, without making eye contact with Syaoran and pulled Mike by the arm towards the double doors.
Tomoyo and Syaoran were the only ones left in the empty hallway.
"Pleased, are you?" Tomoyo asked with dark sarcasm.
"Yes, very," Syaoran replied, his eyes far away.
"You really don't know what you had done to her, do you?" Without waiting for Syaoran's answer, Tomoyo re-entered the Infirmary. Syaoran stared at her retreating back confusedly.
Sonomi Daidoui, Tomoyo's mother,owned a well-known national toy company. Of course, Tomoyo is an automatic heiress since she's the only child. However, her incomparable sense of fashion aroused a totally unrelated dream of owning her own fashion line some day in the future.
That's the reason why most of Sakura's gowns/special occasion dresses were always made by her. Sakura loved the dresses she made but didn't like it when Tomoyo asked her to try clothes on all day. Today was the day, except there was less clothes-trying time.
Sakura and Tomoyo spent the whole morning drinking tea in Tomoyo's humongous garden under the beaming sun.
"I want you to wear green this Valentine's day. At the dance, a lot of people might be wearing pink or any other shades of red," Tomoyo said without looking up from her sketches. She'd been sketching out dresses for Sakura the whole morning while Sakura tried out different desserts.
"Hm...dance." Sakura took a sip of her aroma tea.
"Who are you going to the dance with?"
"Mike." This made Tomoyo look up from her sketching, something she so rarely did when she was occupied with drawing.
"Oh?" Tomoyo's eyebrows raised in sarcasm. "You rejected the 12th grader?"
"Please. I don't even know that guy. I just spoke to him once in the hallway when I helped him pick up his books, the other day." Sakura defended.
"But he sure knows you. Just one conversation and he's already asking you to the dance." Tomoyo smirked.
"You're going with Eriol right?"
"Of course. He's by boyfriend," Tomoyo sounded as if she was talking to a mentally disabled person.
"Alright, I'll see you there."
Val: There you go guys! I had a major music exam last week so I had to study, study, study. Sorry for the delay!!