Dear Sakura
Dream Angel
by Amazoness Duo and G.P.
amazonessduo@hotmail.com
pearsong1954@yahoo.com

	Sakura hopped lithely from cloud to cloud, wearing only her
pajamas. But somehow they seemed like a fittingly appropriate attire
for the task at hand. Her bare feet were tickled by the soft and
fluffy clouds, their material similar to some of the clothes Tomoyo
had had her in over the years. Beautiful pastel blue skies surrounded
her on all sides as she continued walking along the clouds. A dove
darted past Sakura’s shoulder, drawing the Cardmistress’s attention.
It arched through the air gracefully, without a care in the world.
Sakura giggled in amazement as she watched the beautiful creature
soaring high above the clouds. 
	But it wasn’t flying above the clouds anymore. And it didn’t appear
to be a dove any longer, either. Gentle waves rocked the boat she was
on as passengers looked out at the stunning vista of Hong Kong
beyond. “Mr. Seagull!” an energetic young voice yelled out as the
former dove turned seagull teased the water playfully. Sakura glanced
around for the voice. It sounded so familiar, but she couldn’t quite
place it. Her emerald eyes finally fell upon a small brunette that
was looking out at the captivating ocean and the brave little seagull
with a bright earnestness. She was being playfully teased by her
older brother as a white haired boy with glasses looked on with a
smile. 
	“Hoe..?” Sakura took a few awkward steps forward, her mind
swirling. This had happened years ago, hadn’t it? This was her first
trip to Hong Kong, when she had been but a child. What had happened
to the clouds and the beautiful blue sky? Not that this was any less
gorgeous, but just what was going on? 
	Sakura’s questing eyes finally came to a stop when they reached a
not so familiar part of this fateful voyage. There was Tomoyo, ever
vigilant to capture every precious memory of their time together on
videotape. Sakura could remember that vaguely. She had known Tomoyo
was videotaping her, but her mind had been on other things. And quite
frankly, she had gotten so used to the lavender haired girl
videotaping her back then that sometimes she simply didn’t realize
when she was being taped and when she wasn’t. Sakura felt a pang of
guilt at having taken those little eccentricities for granted. She
missed the knowledge that her beautiful friend was catching her on
videotape. But that wasn’t what surprised Sakura. What the brunette
couldn’t remember at all was the pair of gorgeous, ethereal angel
wings that graced her dark haired friend’s young back. More beautiful
than Sakura’s own wings when she used the Fly Card, these wings
shimmered with their own inner light. They almost looked out of
place, surreal in this foreign landscape. But on Tomoyo, they fit
perfectly. The young heiress’s pale features and long spools of hair
just made her look even more angelic. Like a little lost angel, she
watched Sakura closely, with a heartfelt intensity that Sakura never
would have noticed back when the memory had first taken place. The
cute little angel smiled serenely as she continued videotaping her
clueless best friend, the iridescent wings on her back moving slowly
and gracefully. 
	Entranced by the spectacle before her, Sakura continued forward,
her bare feet moving quietly across the bottom of the boat. “Tomoyo-
chan..?” she whispered softly, almost afraid that the quiet angel
would fly away if she made too much noise. After all, such things
were always fleeting, weren’t they? It was best that she treat the
situation as delicately as possible lest her skittish angel leave her
side. The eighteen year old Sakura continued quietly towards the ten
year old vision of an angelic Tomoyo. 
	Turning gracefully, the young angel smiled sweetly at the older
woman, pulling down the camcorder for a moment. “An older Sakura-chan
is also very cute,” she said in her soft, harmonious voice. She
giggled softly as Sakura nearly fell back in fright. Her camcorder
came up swiftly, to forever catch the shocked look on her beloved’s
face. “Sakura-chan is so gorgeous when she’s older.” A delicious sigh
escaped her flushed cheeks as she rested a hand on one of them.
Camcorder still glued tightly to one lavender eye, this ethereal
sprite watched Sakura’s forward advance. “My beautiful Sakura-chan,
growing lovelier and wiser as the years grace her lovely form.”
	“Tomoyo-chan...” Sakura repeated, now inches from Tomoyo. Her
hesitant fingers reached out slowly, almost afraid that they would go
straight through this sparkling apparition. This was all from her
memory, what had happened back on her first trip to Hong Kong. All of
it except for the charming angel in front of her. Tomoyo had been
there, of course, but she certainly didn’t remember her with angel
wings. And besides, she was the only part of this memory that seemed
to acknowledge that she was there. So just what was going on?
	Before Sakura could touch the phantom of Tomoyo in front of her,
the younger girl hopped gracefully backwards. Sakura’s Tomoyo was
certainly not athletic, but she didn’t have big shimmering wings
either. The angel Tomoyo smiled at Sakura as she pulled up her
camcorder. The brunette felt as if she was being drawn into the
camcorder, as it seemed to see her for all that she was. The feeling
was disconcerting. She had about made her way to the angel’s new
location before her wings lifted up into the air. With a giant flap,
sparkling feathers surrounded Sakura, dancing around her in exotic
combinations before they finally faded away.
	Looking around, the Mistress of the Cards found that she was no
longer on the boat in Hong Kong. Her emerald orbs searched intently
for the small yet elegant angel, but at first there was no trace. It
took a few moments for her eyes to adjust. She was still mildly
confused as to what was going on, but she was far more concerned with
important matters like finding Tomoyo to worry about the details.
“Tomoyo-chan?” It was dark around her, but she soon discovered the
reason. She was outside, at a festival back home in Japan. People
dressed up in a myriad of different designs and colors of kimonos
walked through the dimly lit festival, all contributing to the cheery
atmosphere. 
	Walking through the crowd of people, Sakura searched valiantly for
her pale angel, moving past the unseeing throng of people. They paid
her no mind as she continued forward, her pajamas looking oddly out
of place in contrast to the dazzling kimonos passing her. A sudden
flash hit Sakura as she reached the center of the festivities. She
remembered this night. Tomoyo had taken her someplace away from all
of this, all of the crowds and busy people trying to enjoy
themselves. Had taken her someplace quiet and romantic. As if drawn
by some unseen force, Sakura hurried to the place of memories and
dreams, to one of many sweet and precious moments that she had
forgotten over the years but that she would give anything to relive.
With the sculpted speed of an athlete, the auburn haired woman made
her way through the trees. The sounds of the festival grew more
distant as she followed the traces of her memory like a treasure map.
And sure enough, she found her treasure at the center. There they
were, a younger Sakura and Tomoyo, sitting together in pretty kimonos
on the grass under the moonlight. They were leaning against each
other, alone except for the cheshire cat smile of the moon. Sakura
remembered that Tomoyo had made that kimono for her; had in fact
given it to her that very day. Their small, sandalled feet brushed
together as they sat together in a comfortable silence. The two girls
had been thirteen at the time. Little moments like this with Tomoyo
were the few times that she had completely forgotten about Syaoran
during his absence. They were precious little moments that had been
like tiny diamonds sewn into her life. They had made the potentially
painful time during Syaoran’s absence a joyous part of her life. 
	The older Sakura blushed as she watched Tomoyo gently placing a
flower in her short auburn hair, her fingers caressing her ear.
Sakura remembered that vividly, Tomoyo’s delicate touch burned into
her senses. She could still feel it even now, soft fingers running
through her hair and gently tracing her ear. Sakura shuddered at the
strength of the memory. It was as if she was the younger Sakura,
leaning against her gorgeous dark haired friend. She crept forward,
her eyes never leaving the two girls from years long past. This whole
memory played out exactly as she remembered it. Well, with one
noticeable exception. Cute and blossoming Tomoyo once again had long,
glimmering angel wings. They sparkled like thousands of energetic
fireflies, shifting behind her elegantly in the night breeze. Sakura
knelt behind the two girls, watching them eagerly as they sat
together, bathed in moonlight and warm feelings that washed over them
like an ocean current. Not to her surprise, her younger self had a
scarlet blush across her cheeks as Tomoyo’s fingers played with her
ear. It had been a wonderful escape, that night. They had been lost
in each other. Sakura had forgotten all of her cares, all of her
worries as Tomoyo’s sweet and loving presence had almost a hypnotic
affect on her. Even now, Sakura felt her cheeks warm at the memory.
How long had they spent out there that night? It had been late, the
festival long finished when the two had finally shaken the trance
that settled over them and had gone home. 
	Even now, Sakura could remember that sweet caress. She could feel
Tomoyo’s light but sensuous touch gently following the curves of her
face. It took her a moment to realize that it wasn’t just memory, but
that the delicate angel was tracing her face in her smaller hands.
She blushed deeply as she watched the younger Tomoyo smile her
trademark smile, both pale hands resting on the older Sakura’s
cheeks. “Tomoyo-chan...” Sakura whispered quietly, as if afraid she
would awaken her younger self from her near trance. She had
remembered that one of the few thoughts that had gone through her
head that night had seemed entirely nonsensical. As they sat together
in an all encompassing silence, lost to each other, Sakura had
wondered if Tomoyo was going to kiss her. She had almost asked the
other girl that same question, but had been too embarrassed to say
anything. Besides, why would Tomoyo do such a thing? But now Sakura
found that same thought running through her mind as she watched the
younger angel before her, soft palms pressed against her cheeks. She
could smell Tomoyo’s intoxicating lavender scent that had entranced
her that night, holding her spellbound in a way her magic was
incapable of. 
	Tomoyo giggled softly as she watched the bewildered look on
Sakura’s face. “If my darling Sakura-chan wants a kiss, she only
needs but ask for one,” her soft voice sang out like a charming song.
The older woman’s blush deepened considerably, which only seemed to
further the warm smile on Tomoyo’s face. The ethereal ghost’s fingers
ran up her cheeks and through Sakura’s still short auburn hair,
brushing through her soft strands. Sakura didn’t realize she was
holding her breath until the gentle spirit's fingers began to trace
the curves of her ears. “I always liked your ears, Sakura-chan. They
were always so adorable. Just like you.”
	Taking a quick gasp of air, Sakura felt as if she were drowning in
the deep blue pools of Tomoyo’s eyes. She certainly didn’t remember
this part of that night, no matter how romantic it had been. Their
first kiss had not been with a thirteen year old Tomoyo, but an
eighteen year old Tomoyo back in Hong Kong not that long ago. But the
delightfully sweet apparition didn’t seem to plan on playing her
allotted part in these memories, changing the script as she pleased.
Tomoyo’s words burned through her mind like chain lightening, blazing
forth even in the darkness. To her surprise, Sakura found herself
nodding slowly, her cheeks a bright stripe of crimson. Even as this
younger angel, Tomoyo did an excellent job of embarrassing her.
“Un... I want to kiss you, Tomoyo-chan..” she whispered above the
soft rustle of the trees. Her own younger self sat silently next to
Tomoyo, the wind playing with her hair as the angelic Tomoyo
continued to play with the older Sakura’s ears. 
	Smiling serenely, Tomoyo leaned forwards, her wings spreading out
behind her in all of their glorious wingspan. Her smaller, soft lips
pressed against Sakura’s like freshly fallen cherry blossoms. Her
pale hands continued to trail through Sakura’s hair lovingly. The
long sleeves of her kimono fell against Sakura’s shoulders,
blanketing the pajama top in the expensive cloth. Her dark hair, done
up in two buns on top of her head, fell luxuriously past her own
small shoulders as Sakura’s fingers undid the delicate hairstyle. The
dark hair fell about her like streaks of midnight, draping Tomoyo
like a second garment. 
	Sakura kissed the angelic Tomoyo back with all of the passion that
she wished she could have kissed Tomoyo with on that same night years
ago. It felt a little differently from her recent kisses with Tomoyo,
but it was still deliciously Tomoyo. There was that same gentle, slow
feeling to it as the dark haired angel kissed her back. It was so
different from Syaoran’s brusque kissing style. It was so drawn out,
as if Tomoyo wished to savor every possible second, drawing it into
something very near heavenly bliss. Sakura held the younger girl
tightly as they continued to kiss in the moonlight, her hands on
Tomoyo’s slender shoulders. The soft fabric yielded to her fingers,
her fingertips pressing against the soft flesh underneath. The fabric
seemed to give more as Sakura’s lips brushed again against Tomoyo’s
feathery kisses. Then the soft lips seemed to tickle her own lips.
Sakura’s eyes blinked lazily open as the dark haired girl disappeared
in a flutter of feathers, blinding her in a storm of the iridescent
objects. “Tomoyo-chan!” Sakura called out, struggling to her feet as
she hurried through the glittering feathers. Her heart pounded as she
gazed desperately for her elegant specter. 
	She was on a bridge, with sounds far in the distance, but she
couldn’t make them out. Her eyes finally landed on Tomoyo who was
standing on the edge of the bridge, holding tightly to her cell
phone. The memory came back slowly to Sakura. “Illusion... So that
means younger me is in the water. And Illusion is pretending to by my
mother.”
	“Sakura-chan!” Tomoyo cried out, her eyes widening as she heard the
Cardcaptor struggling for breath underwater. She ran to the railing,
getting her leg over the side, her dark hair trailing behind her in
the night’s breeze.
	Sakura had never seen this side of things before. She had been
underwater at the time, passing out from inhaling too much water. She
never knew that her pale friend had tried to rescue her. It had never
crossed her mind. Tomoyo couldn’t swim and still hadn’t learnt how
even in Sakura’s time, yet the delicate little heiress had been ready
to jump in after Sakura even then. Sakura yanked her small, delicate
friend away from the edge, her heart pounding in her chest as she
held the ten year old Tomoyo. Her fingers brushed down the ruffled
feathers of Tomoyo’s angel wings, the one constant in this trip
through her memories. Yukito leapt over the bridge railing seconds
later, and if Sakura remembered correctly, she would wake up at his
house to hear that Tomoyo had been worried about her. But she would
never discover that the dark haired girl had been about to follow her
to the depths. The sheer selflessness of the young girl’s act
startled Sakura. Tomoyo hadn’t waited before getting ready to jump in
after Sakura, hadn’t paused to worry about her inability to swim. If
Yukito hadn’t jumped in before Tomoyo, Tomoyo would have quickly
joined her. Sakura simply held the younger girl, fingers trailing
over satin soft feathers. “Tomoyo-chan...” she whispered, unsure of
what to say.
	“My life’s nothing without you, Sakura-chan. I would do anything
for you. I didn’t know if I could save you, but I knew I had to try,
even if I would have drowned,” Tomoyo explained, looking up at the
older girl. A small, beautiful smile appeared on her lips. “Besides,
you saved me countless times. I’m still happy you saved me in Hong
Kong instead of everyone else. I thought that was very romantic, like
my very own Prince Charming come to the rescue,” her gentle voice
said happily. 
	“Oh, Tomoyo-chan...” Sakura whispered, hugging the younger girl.
She felt a vague blush creeping on her cheeks. Tomoyo had always been
such a cute girl, always saying such embarrassing things to her. That
had never changed about her eccentric friend and for that she was
happy. Even if it embarrassed Sakura, it warmed her heart to hear.
This dark haired girl had given so much to her, always sweetly
supportive by her side. In all of her memories, she could remember
the young heiress behind her, gently pushing Sakura to give
everything her all, from Card capturing to love to school work. Like
a loving mother, she had been their to bolster Sakura’s heart, to
give her a lap to cry on, and an ear to turn to when she needed
advice. She could see why Sonomi said that Tomoyo was a lot like
Nadeshiko. But there was something far deeper than just that.
Tomoyo’s love and support bathed Sakura’s soul in a brilliant light,
giving Sakura the energy to tackle whatever got in her way. With the
exception of ghosts. But even then, Tomoyo was her ghost buster,
protecting her from the shadows and whatever lay in their depths. She
still remembered Tomoyo pulling a sheet off of her teacher when he
had tried to scare her in a cave. And another time when Tomoyo hadn’t
told her about a ghost at the school for fear of worrying her. And
who knew how many times Sakura had gripped onto the pale girl for
dear life at the thought of ghosts while Tomoyo merely smiled and
comforted her. Sakura had to wonder if perhaps Tomoyo was the Prince
Charming. Tomoyo was everything for Sakura, her all encompassing love
something that Sakura knew she couldn’t live without any longer. Even
if Tomoyo loved another, Sakura merely wanted the opportunity to love
her gentle and giving friend. 
	But before Sakura could voice her spiderweb of thoughts to the
young angel in her grasp, Tomoyo disappeared once again in a flurry
of feathers and light. Sakura sighed, not wanting to lose her grasp
on Tomoyo again. Without a look back at the last memory, Sakura
hurried headlong into the storm of feathers, once again seeking out
the pretty heiress. 
	And she found herself in a hallway. Sakura glanced one way and the
other, trying to figure out where she was. It was a very nice
hallway, if that said anything. Then it struck her with all the
suddenness of the shot at the beginning of a race. This was where she
had gotten married. This hadn’t been more than half a year earlier.
Sakura took a moment to catch her bearings before pushing open the
door that she hoped was her own. She sighed with relief as she saw
herself in the enrapturing wedding dress that Tomoyo had designed for
her. Tomoyo was kneeling in front of her, slowly pulling a lacy white
stocking up along Sakura’s long bare leg. Sakura would have been
blushing terribly at the act by her friend, but Tomoyo had been
helping her dress in her costumes for so many years that it was
second nature. Of course the fact that Tomoyo had designed everything
right down to the white lace panties had been a bit embarrassing at
first. But there had been other, more pressing issues on the
Cardmistress’s mind, like her own impending marriage. 
	“I can’t believe it’s today, Tomoyo-chan. It’s all so sudden. I
didn’t think it would happen so quickly. Hoe...” The only slightly
younger Sakura clasped her hands nervously as she looked down at her
prettily dressed dark haired friend. Tomoyo wore an elegant white
dress of her own, though it in no way matched the spectacular garment
Sakura wore. It looked like it had come out of a dream, and it had.
Tomoyo’s dreams. Tomoyo had made Sakura promise many years ago to let
her make her wedding dress when the day finally came. Sakura had
agreed nervously, having been rather embarrassed at the mention of
marriage at the time. Tomoyo had been simply delighted and Sakura
couldn’t have asked for a prettier wedding dress. It had been
Tomoyo’s last complete design for Sakura.
	The observing Sakura smiled a bit to herself. The wedding dress was
no longer Tomoyo’s final costume for her. Sakura had finished
Tomoyo’s unfinished costume just a short time before. She had pricked
her fingers enough while working on the costume, but it had been
worth it to work on the beautiful garment, to seal it with stitches
from the both of them. Her friend had such an artistic eye, and it
showed through in everything she did. From her costumes to her
videotape editing, her singing, and even down to her declarations
about Sakura herself, she was an ardent admirer of such beauty,
Sakura’s in particular.
	The slightly distracted Cardmistress watched Tomoyo helping her
ever so slightly younger self dress. She noticed that Tomoyo’s wings
were jet black this time, like the large and shadowy wings of a
raven. The wings accented the gorgeous woman’s pale features
perfectly, Tomoyo’s high ponytail falling just above the wings. The
engaged Sakura seemed to take no notice of the wings, acting exactly
according to the script of Sakura’s memories.
	“Sakura-chan shouldn’t worry so much. This is supposed to be the
most beautiful day of your life.” Tomoyo placed a hand on her own
cheek as if to emphasize the point. “You’ve known Li-kun ever since
you were ten years old. I was wondering when he would finally ask you
to be his gorgeous, blushing bride.” Tomoyo’s gentle fingers followed
along Sakura’s strong, smooth legs as she helped Sakura into her
thigh high stockings. Her fingers ducked under the lace as they
finished adjusting the delicate cloth. Tomoyo sat back with a soft
sigh, looking up at her stunning friend. Her eyes sparkled as she
looked up at her. Tears of happiness and sorrow mingled in her eyes
like raindrops ready to fall from deep, dark storm clouds. 
	Holding her long white dress, Sakura sweatdropped at the attention
Tomoyo lathered on her. It managed to soothe her shaken insides. “How
do I look, Tomoyo-chan?” she asked tentatively.
	Tomoyo smiled brightly, her angel wings fluttering softly behind
her. “You look gorgeous, Sakura-chan. You look like my very
definition of beauty. To be married to Sakura-chan must be a dream
come true. Li-kun will wonder how life was breathed into his sweetest
dreams.” Her angelic voice was soft, almost like a prayer. Her dark
eyes never left the dazzling brunette who stood before her. 
	The pajama clad Sakura felt a little out of place compared to her
ornately decorated counterpart, but she forged forward, her heart
surging at the sight of her pale angel again. Her own heart had been
so confused, so flustered on her wedding day. Tomoyo had soothed her
frayed and nervous heart. Just like always, the dark haired woman had
been there to help her when she herself wasn’t strong enough. She was
braver with Tomoyo, she was more energetic with Tomoyo, she was
better because of Tomoyo. Sakura knelt behind the sitting angel, her
arms wrapping around her waist. The Mistress of the Cards rested her
head on Tomoyo’s back, Tomoyo’s long black wings pressing against her
body. “Tomoyo-chan...”
	“Sakura-chan...” The dark haired woman whispered softly, leaning
back into the brunette. 
	“I love you, my sweet angel,” Sakura murmured against Tomoyo’s
back. As Tomoyo had wished in their conversation not too long before,
Sakura was indeed surrounded by beautiful angels. Beautiful, lavender
haired angels. As she held onto her beautiful best friend, Sakura
continued to dream.