Title: Super Star
Author: Saku
Pairing: Sakura/Tomoyo
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Theme: 07: Superstar スーパースター
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don’t own it nor do I imply that I do. I am only borrowing the Card Captor Sakura characters and world for my fun, only to return them once I have had my fill of them. (Though they may be slightly more wrinkled/torn/disturbed/or whatever else then when I took them.) That means I don't make money off of them- or else I wouldn't write fanfics on free sites- I'd be sitting in a pool of money.
A/N: I am back! Sorry for the sudden drop, I got kind of busy. But I’m ready for more of my fave girl/girl pairing! And once again an innocent story (I have yet to go past a G rating, this is like a first time for me) Go me!

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Tomoyo sighed as she stared at the giant screen before her. Her elbows had long since made permanent marks on her legs, as she leaned heavily on them. Hands cupping her delicate face, as fingers tapped to the music that she had interlaid with the video.

A magical fight was playing on the giant screen, the latest battle that Sakura had had against a Clow Card. This one though was a tough fight. There had been several times when the camera quaked, the film shaking as if in an earthquake, as Tomoyo tried to keep from crying as she thought that she had lost her best friend.

Yet Sakura had won the battle at the end, Syaoran even praised her as he ran over to look at the card. Tomoyo had conveniently turned the camera towards the small lake for some gentle water shots, as she watched the girl’s face blush a violent crimson at the boy’s compliment.

She knew Sakura wasn’t hers. That she would loose out because she was too scared to fight for her. Too scared of her rejection. And Tomoyo knew that this would cause her to loose Sakura’s possible love. Yet Tomoyo could not find it in her heart to be overtaken with depression.

Instead she watched the movies she had filmed in her miniature theater, her eyes glued to the films until the wee hours in the morning. Dark bags would be under her eyes as she dropped into the large bed, numb from fatigue.

Yet sitting here, leaning on her elbows, Tomoyo watched her superstar dance in the glorious battle. At first it had taken some imagination to find anything more then just a young girl fighting magical cards. Yet now she could see the exotic dance perfectly.

The way Sakura’s lithe body twisted from side to side, her waist bending and twisting to the invisible beat. Her feet would jump around, stepping and sliding along the smooth cement as she dodged the attacks. Her arms flew around in large circles as she summoned the cards, drawing beautiful designs in the sky. Her mouth singing the words and her eyes staying light and happy.

Yes to Tomoyo it was a beautiful dance that she got to watch every night, sometimes several times a night as she would ‘accidentally’ hit the rewind button. Today had been one of those accidental days as she watched the same dance for the fourth time. She had long since memorized the movements and could almost perform them.

Or she could have is she wanted to, but this was Sakura’s dance. Sakura’s time to show her what she could do. Tomoyo was just an idle watcher, as she studied every little bit of her friend. She had memorized the four steps forward and two steps to the right. The way the small tummy, that was visible between her outfit, rippled as she did a rolling tilt, to avoid a direct punch. Tomoyo had even learned the movement of the one sweat bead that ran down Sakura’s left cheek before dripping to the ground below. She had memorized because this person meant more to her then anyone else.

Sighing again, Tomoyo grabbed the small remote hitting the pause button. On the giant movie theater screen was Sakura’s face. The beautiful face was caught in a large grin as she held the captured card to her right. Her left hand held up in a peace sign, signaling her victory. Tomoyo had been amazed that after this battle the short brown hair of her friend was still in the same style it had been in before. As if not a single hair had moved throughout the fight.

Standing slowly, careful for her legs which had long since fallen asleep on her, Tomoyo stretched slightly before walking over to the screen. A small hand reached out, as she touched the chilled canvas screen. Her nails scratched lightly at the screen as she smiled brightly at the girl. Her fingertips ghosting the girl’s cheek.

Dark eyes closed as Tomoyo raised herself to her tiptoes, stretching as far as she could to reach higher. Her face leaned against the screen, her cheek pressing against her friend’s cheek. With a butterfly’s gentleness she kissed the stilled picture of Sakura, her lips barely recognizing the chilled canvas under her.

Instead she could see herself at the small park where the battle had been held. Sakura had just won the battle. And Tomoyo- not Syaoran- ran over to her. In her mind she saw herself tossing her arms around her friend in a tight hug. No words passed between them as Sakura hugged back just as tightly. Pulling away slightly Tomoyo pushed the brown strands back before pressing her lips against Sakura’s cheek in a congratulatory kiss.

Pulling away from the screen Tomoyo rolled back down to her heels, as she stepped back slightly. Sakura’s stilled picture still stared ahead frozen, waiting for the girl to hit the play button again.

Hanging her head slightly Tomoyo killed the power to the screen, refusing to watch as Sakura flickered away to hide until tomorrow night. Instead the girl tossed the remote onto the seat she had sat on for hours. Silently she trudged towards the door, pausing long enough to glance back before flicking off the light.

Quietly she whispered, “Good night Sakura” before closing the door and shuffle towards her bed. Tomorrow she would see the other girl at school. And the cycle would begin again.