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Concinnous Pleasure
Chapter 1
The sun rode low on the horizon. A giant semi circular blazing disc that made the afternoon sky brim with red and orange strips across the darkening landscape…
Just farther beyond, hidden behind an overgrowth of trees was the peering moon that sent a dim light across its territory. Signaling the nearing of the end of yet another day in her room. On any other time, this setting would have made it to her list of one of the most wonderful events that nature gave to human kind. The melding of the day with the night... the harmony between the two giants of the sky. She imagined herself forming the beginnings of a smile upon her lips as she gazed beyond her window sill... instead...
She sighed again…
Oh no… it wasn't a discontented sigh… as far as the human mind could imagine… this woman had everything... And by everything… Daidouji Tomoyo meant EVERYTHING…what every single person - young and old - could have wanted.
That's what she was telling herself for the past 30 minutes as she sat idly watching beyond what her eyes were seeing at the moment.
So why was she disturbed?
Hmm… it was just God ordained one person to remain lonely as part of her destiny for the rest of her PERFECT life…
Ironic, really, when every other thing would have been given to her at her beck and call but the one thing she desired most was slowly being taken away from her. She - the so-called 'Princess of Tomoeda' - had absolutely no power on this one.
She slumped on her desk and doodled on her paper… her happiness had just evaporated when on one of their disco nights, Sakura – her best friend since forever – had just said the one forbidden word in her dictionary.
MARRIAGE…
She shuddered delicately… she ground the pen she was holding until a faint hole was made on her mahogany desk.
It wasn't that she was AGAINST marriage…
God no! It was just… without Sakura to dress up and talk to and listen to her nonsensical chatter…
Life was… well... BORING!
Who knew that one single word could doom her to oblivion and start the cavalry she was experiencing inside herself. It was useless, of course. The idea of making herself suffer over such a trivial thing - her rational mind argued but rationality didn't stand a chance when your emotions were being challenged. So, she did the next best thing - feel nothing - obviously, it didn't work under the circumstances. She was too far gone in her self-absorbed battle.
She tried to count her blessings; she really, really did… but maybe just not NOW...She was allowed to wallow in self-grief once in a while, didn't she? Maybe she just wasn't the PERFECT person people gave her credit for... She was just HUMAN after all… and every human needed, had to, feel sadness once in a while…
And act on it…
Most of the time, people saw her happy façade, the one she wore every time she went to the outside world. She'd smile, laugh, encourage and blah, blah, blah... She was after all, the Daidouji Tomoyo...
The truth is…
She wasn't some happy, pleasant robot who gave everyone some automatic kind advice with just the flick of the button..She didn't HAVE an on-and-off switch on her emotions, for crying out loud. She was also capable of anger and sadness… she wasn't perfect. No one is. Perfection is just an opinion. It had never been a fact of life.
and she didn't always have a sweet tongue...heh.. she grimaced... her mouth hadn't said an epithet in public... but Lord knows, her mind hadn't been innocent for a long while now.
Tapping her pen, she burrowed her frown in frustration.
She knew some curses… umm… like the ones which she had unconsciously remembered for later use when the situation calls for it. ranging from plain annoying to the rather peculiarly terrifying ones. She knew but she wasn't vulgar. The relentless tapping hastened as her hand sought activity after being immobile for the past half hour. Though how come she had never used any one of them... in public... well...
Her morality couldn't stand it?… that's not right …umm… social manners didn't adapt to it?… yes, that's it..
That's it. What the...
Now she sounded like a crackpot, even to herself which was who she was mainly talking with. Which brings her to this other dilemma, talking to one's self is definitely not healthy. iIm insane or at least, turning into one...
Stop it! With a resounding snap, she noticed her pen had just cracked after the abuse it had endured. Snapping out of her trance, she blinked in surprise and took one forlorn glance at what she was holding. Damn it! one broken heart is enough thankyouverymuch, she didn't need another wreck. Over reacting was never good but damn it if she didn't want the rest of the world to be damned as well. She squinted her eyes and ran a palm over her face. Stress and emotional instability are gonna kill her eventually. Her face darkened at the thought.
She nibbled on the end of her destroyed pen and tried to concentrate on the documents on her desk It was some contract on the lease of some land on her property… apparently, her concentration flew out as well. Dejected, she laid her pen and closed her eyes for a second.
It wasn't important at all.
Not now at least.
She would wait another time where she would regain at least some of her concentration. For now, her mind and soul needed a rest. Not to mention, her heart in need of a repairing crew.
So she opted to place the forgotten document in her virtually empty 'to-procrastinate-things folder'
This time… she WILL procrastinate… and be LAZY… and DO nothing.. . and wallow in despair… and…
Cry herself to sleep.
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A knock on the door…
Another second later…
"Tomoyo-sama?!?"
A voice behind the door called…
"huh?!" a voice under the mattress answered.
"Tomoyo-sama?!?! Dinner is already prepared."
She rubbed her groggy sleep-muffed eyes and mumbled something like…
"uhh.. Ok, I'll be right down…"
Before she slumped her head again on the pillow and closed her sleepy eyes once again…
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A knock on the door…
A million seconds later…
"Tomoyo-sama?!?!"
Huh!? Deja-vu…
She thought…
"Are you all right?" this time though, the voice sounded worried.
"uhh… I'll be right…."
Wait… that didn't sound right…
Hmm… wasn't the voice supposed to say something about dinner, prepared and something?
Why'd it ASK?
On that note, what time is it anyway?
She reached for her alarm clock and rubbed the face of the clock... It seemed foggy… she squinted at the sudden activity her eyes were made to conduct. There wasn't supposed to be fog in her room…
She closed her eyes again and readjusted her vision…
It was DARK!
It was supposed to be 4:00 pm… it was NOT supposed to be this dark. Dim maybe.. not dark…
She glanced at the clock on her hand and tried to remember how to read the time. The squiggly little lines seemed unreadable in this light. As her eyes got used to the darkness, she slowly sat up and brought the clock closer to her eyes. The yawn that was about to go out seemed to be stuck at her throat when she recognized the number the short hand was pointing at.
10 PM??!?
Her eyes widened in disbelief…
I slept THAT long?!
Hey! Wasn't I supposed to have a dinner meeting with the head of some corporate in England?
Here?!?!
3 hours ago!??!
She mentally slapped herself… the man would have been long gone by now. Typical businessmen didn't have the luxury or the patience to wait for one person that long. Tomoyo slumped back down the bed and rubbed her head which had developed a sudden migraine.
Oh God, there goes another investment down the drain.
………
Another knock on the door…
Hey, wasn't this the part where the chapter ends and I wallow in more self despair and business failure?
A persistent knock…
WHY!?!? WHYY!?!?! What did I ever do to deserve this fate?
Tomoyo moaned aloud and muttered a defeated "Yes?!?"
"umm… Daidouji-san, your guest…?" the voice sounded so unsure that she became confused as well.
"uhh… guest?" She asked baffled by that one word and commanded her rusty brain to work and process this information…
"Yes, Daidouji-san, a Mr. Hiirigazawa is still waiting downstairs for your appearance."
Hiirigazawa?!? Where'd I hear that name? Damn brain cells WORK!
Her brain clicked
Oh… Hiirigazawa… the head of Clow Coorporate… ahahaha… she chuckled then and knocked her head.
A light bulb went on…
That Hiirigazawa… he's just…. WHAT?!?!?
And if her eyes weren't wide enough when she realized WHO this Hiirigazawa-san was…
This time, her eyes just went out of their sockets when she re-processed the other information handed to her… HE was still HERE…
HE's still DOWNSTAIRS…
WAITING...
Oh Shit!?!? –her vocabulary suddenly deemed it worthy to learn more epithets-
Her world seemed darker… she sank lower down her bed and once more buried her head under her pillows
I'm DOOMED…!!
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// umm… pls tell me what you think.. //