ffff I am once again writing more retarded Firefly/Star Trek crossovery stuff. This one's gonna be long though, so no posting until I finish the story
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As soon as Sakura returns from her meeting with Syaoran, all three of the girls know something is up. (That is, Umi and Fuu certainly do. Hikaru is entirely convinced that Sakura has found some sort of strange and exotic Hong Kong flower until the others tell her in no uncertain terms that Syaoran does not have petals.) The resulting conversation is two-parts embarrassing, one part uplifting -- but either way her face is terribly warm and her head is terribly fizzy by the end of it.
During the walk back to their hotel, Hikaru hangs back a little, matching Sakura's slower pace. "Hey, Sakura-chan..."
"Mmm?"
"How did it feel?" The other girl's expression is strangely troubled. It looks out of place on someone as warm and cheerful as her.
Even so, Sakura can't suppress a flush. She holds her hands together in front of her chest, to keep the warmth of his hands trapped within hers. "It's ... i-it's really warm," she says, haltingly. "I didn't want to let go of him."
Hikaru nods in a knowledgeable way. "I thought so. Though..."
Sakura pauses. When she looks over, Hikaru doesn't seem to be blushing -- just thoughtful, and nodding, as if they were discussing kendo moves or the weather. Worried, perhaps. "Hikaru-chan?"
"Yes? -- huh, were you worried?" The other girl flutters her hands. "I just... w-well, do you think I could use both hands? One for each person?"
Sakura remembers. The memories are deep, and difficult to recall properly, like trying to touch something through a thin pane of glass. But she can still see them. Fay, kissing her hand. Kurogane, trying not to worry. And Syaoran -- both Syaorans -- Watanuki too -- taking her hand in their own. "Of course," she says, reaching out for her friend's shoulder. "I think they'd like that very much."
During the walk back to their hotel, Hikaru hangs back a little, matching Sakura's slower pace. "Hey, Sakura-chan..."
"Mmm?"
"How did it feel?" The other girl's expression is strangely troubled. It looks out of place on someone as warm and cheerful as her.
Even so, Sakura can't suppress a flush. She holds her hands together in front of her chest, to keep the warmth of his hands trapped within hers. "It's ... i-it's really warm," she says, haltingly. "I didn't want to let go of him."
Hikaru nods in a knowledgeable way. "I thought so. Though..."
Sakura pauses. When she looks over, Hikaru doesn't seem to be blushing -- just thoughtful, and nodding, as if they were discussing kendo moves or the weather. Worried, perhaps. "Hikaru-chan?"
"Yes? -- huh, were you worried?" The other girl flutters her hands. "I just... w-well, do you think I could use both hands? One for each person?"
Sakura remembers. The memories are deep, and difficult to recall properly, like trying to touch something through a thin pane of glass. But she can still see them. Fay, kissing her hand. Kurogane, trying not to worry. And Syaoran -- both Syaorans -- Watanuki too -- taking her hand in their own. "Of course," she says, reaching out for her friend's shoulder. "I think they'd like that very much."
Hikaru beams with relief.
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