Alright. I think it's my debut fic, so please be nice okay?
English is not my first language, so if you find out some grammatical errors later, just tell me! Criticisms are welcomed and your opinions are also accepted. Just read and review :D
Into the story!
DISCLAIMER:
Card Captor Sakura and all the characters inside are never be mine. They belong to CLAMP,
even though I always drool over Kinomoto Touya and Hiiragizawa Eriol -____-"
::Wordless, no. 2::
SUMMARY:
It was comfortable, warm, and I loved Eriol more than any girls in this whole world could do. It will always be a happy life between the six of us, if only… If only there wasn't any diagnosis.
CHAPTER #1: What You Don't Know Can Hurt You
I knew this isn't right. I knew this isn't going to work well. But here I am anyway, standing alone in a forgotten old street, waiting for a friend of him. Also, I mentally prayed that he wouldn't find out about this rendezvous.
"Sorry," said a man in his early twenties who got off from a black car. I noticed that he sat in the passenger seat. I could say, even from the direction where I wasn't able to see at the driver's face, the man dragged his friend along for company. "I'm late. You didn't wait too long, did you?"
"Not really, Rei." I answered calmly. Then, after eyeing the car, I decided to add a question. "Is he Takashi? The guy in your car? I thought I said 'come alone'."
"Well," Rei gulped. "It was hard, you know. Bringing Takashi along would make it less suspicious."
The 'suspicious' word caught me off-guard. Almost panicking, I asked in a mere whisper that barely could be heard, "Did he find out about this? About our plan?"
Rei shook his head. "I don't think so. But I guess he will, sooner or later."
"I just don't want him to regret it at the last," I murmured, suddenly my knees felt so weak.
"I know," Rei replied. "But Eriol… probably his reaction won't be the same as our prediction. He is a thick-headed, Tomoyo, in case you've forgotten."
The bitterness in his voice made me grimaced. I nodded. This won't be as easy as my imagination. Eriol, Rei, Takashi, Hiro, and Syaoran are best friends for no-one-knows-how-long-it-could-last, and they accepted me as Eriol's girl without complain. They let me in, made me understand boys' stuffs and talks. It was comfortable, warm, and I loved Eriol more than any girls in this whole world could do. It will always be a happy life between the six of us, if only….
If only there wasn't any diagnosis.
"I have to do this, Re." I said firmly, but however my voice cracked. "I mean, I can't tell him the truth. No. The only way left for me is tearing his heart apart. Making him hates me. Making him loathes me as much as possible. So that he will leave me first and look for another girl out there."
"Honestly, I don't like the idea."
I chuckled sadly. "Me neither."
"Are you sure about this? I remind you: there's no turning back." Rei seemed worried.
"Yea," I put a forced smile on my face, "why not?"
I shoved my fingers inside my skirt's pocket, searching for something. Then I gave it to Rei, putting the small thing on his large, calloused palm. He bowed his head to look at it. A simple golden ring. "Eriol bought me this couple ring six months ago. Could you, please, return it to him when—" I cleared my dry throat uneasily, "—when my time is coming?"
Rei froze. "Don't you dare to—"
"Say 'yes'!" I begged. Oh great. Now I sounded so pathetic. "Please, just say 'yes'!"
Reluctantly, he did. I sighed in relief, opening my mouth to speak again, but the corner of my eyes caught a glimpse of Eriol, followed by Hiro and Syaoran, walked towards us. Hiro and Syaoran tried hard to block Eriol's way, but it seemed that their efforts were useless. Oh crap. This is going to be bad…
"I must leave now." I said, more to myself than to Rei, who took a quick glance to his left side and immediately agreed. Pretending not to notice Eriol's existence, I walked away from that place.
WORDless, no. 2
ERIOL stunned at the sight before him. Rei and… Tomoyo? Meeting hideously in an abandoned narrow street? He looked at his surrounding, and his brows arched when he saw Takashi's car, parked not so far away from the two. His head became dizzy.
"What the fck is going on here?!"
"Calm down, man!" Syaoran spoke, trying to cool him down. "Don't make yourself a fool."
"Calm?" Eriol barked, "I must be thankful to my instinct! I stalked Rei from behind because I distrusted his excuse and this is what I get? That my girlfriend is having rendezvous with my buddy and all you can say is 'calm down'?!"
Hiro rolled his eyes. Yeah, Eriol had some point.
Eriol marched forward after Tomoyo left. He wanted some explanation. His hand grabbed Rei's shoulder and turned him over, shouting right on his nose.
"What do you think you are doing?!"
"What the hell do you mean?" Rei hissed.
Eriol sent him a death glare. "What the fck are you doing with her? Cheating me?"
"Watch your language, Eriol!" Rei pushed him until Eriol's back hit Takashi's car window. "And don't shout at me."
"Is this what you do to your friend, huh?" Rei roared, returning the action. And what happened next was easy to guess. They fought. They hit, kicked, pushed, punched, anything. The word 'friend' was forgotten behind. The confrontation stopped when Hiro, Takashi, and Syaoran finally succeeded to get a firm grip on Eriol's and Rei's body.
"Touch her again and you're dead." Eriol spit his blood out of his mouth. Salty.
"You think it's me only?" Rei laughed with sarcasm. "So naïve."
"Fck!" He clenched his fists tightly. He could feel his blood boiled when the anger inside him awoken. Eriol struggled from Takashi'a and Hiro's hold, but the act just made another fresh bruise on his skin. Burning with emotion, he kicked the nearest trash can. It rolled down, splattering all the garbage that once became its content.
"LET GO OF ME!!" he yelled, pushing Takashi and Hiro away. And to Rei, he gave him a straight warning. "This isn't over, Dude."
"Oh, dare me, Eriol." Rei smirked. "Dare me."
WORDless, no. 2
I blinked few times, still not believing what I've heard two minutes ago.
"Is that so?" I asked, while pressing the ice cube wrapped in cloth on Rei's wound. Oh my, he hurt badly. "You guys involved in a catfight?"
"Hey! It was NOT a catfight!" He protested. "We're men."
I chuckled. "Same."
"It was different."
"What did you do? Punching, kicking, swearing, screaming? That's catfight."
"We didn't pull each other's hair. And it was shouting, not screaming."
"Still, it was considered as catfight," I thought for a moment, "at least for me."
Silence. I continued taking care of his wound. He got all of them last afternoon, but even today, they weren't look any better.
"I've told you before," his tone changed. I could feel the seriousness in it. "It won't work perfectly. He's too dense. Worse than river stone."
"Yes. I'm aware, Re."
"And that's why you love him, right?" his eyes glinted.
"It's not the right time for teasing!" I grabbed one of the ice cubes, throwing it right on his face. The cube fell on his shirt, making him jolted in surprise.
"Shit! It's cold, Tomoyo!"
"You must pay for what you've said." I replied stubbornly.
But for the next second I gasped in shock. The image reflected on the car's side mirror showed his figure. HIM. Eriol. I tugged at the hem of Rei's shirt, pointing at the mirror with my forefinger. "He's here." My voice was shaken. "What is he doing?"
Rei sighed. "This street isn't owned by your father."
Well, that wasn't the best answer that I expected from him. My fear became bigger and bigger in every step Eriol took to decrease the space between us. Step. Step. Step. Five more meters and he would be right beside me, only separated by the car door.
"Then let's do some scene."
My body stiffened when I felt Rei put his right arm on my waist. "W-What?"
"Relax," he suggested. "It won't be so hard if you cooperate with me."
I tilted my head up. "What's in your mind, Re?"
"We'll pretend as if we're a couple."
"But—"
"No asking unless you have a better idea." This statement silenced me. We both knew that when I was panicked, my brain couldn't think straight.
"Bite your lip."
"Excuse me?"
"Bite your lower lip. You have to make it looks red and swollen." He filled some air into his lungs before adding more advice, "Don't forget to hold your breath for awhile."
My gaze moved to the mirror. Eriol was getting nearer. No time for hesitating. I adjusted myself in his arms, leaning on his chest and trying to look as comfortable as possible. Rei shifted my body a bit, so my back was now facing the window. I knew this trick. Rei would act as if we were kissing in his car.
Gosh. How Eriol will react?
Knowing his temper, probably he would go mad.
If only he noticed us.
But deep inside, I realized that Rei's car wouldn't go unrecognized. They had been friends for years and they could identify each others' belonging. Even just from the corner of an eye. And that's why I am so afraid. So worried.
Two weeks ago, I got hospitalized. I was very sick and my family knew it wasn't an ordinary illness. The doctor told us that I needed to be examined using the X-ray device. And from the result of the roentgen, those two horrifying words were spoken.
Brain cancer.
Cancer. Inside my head.
In my brain, specifically. One of the world's most incurable diseases existed within me. And they said it was just a bit too late. Acting innocent like a newborn baby, they said to my parents, "We're sorry. But if your daughter's sickness was detected several months—or years—ago, we still have enough time to prevent the spreading."
My life came near to its end day by day.
But I didn't want to give up. Not yet. I had chemotherapy frequently, consumed all the medicines in my prescription, and soon I would have a surgery.
I wouldn't give up that easy. But…
I had to let go of Eriol.
I loved him. Also, I knew he loves me back. So much. I understood his character more than himself—I bet I could be compared with his mother. And I knew, he deserved to be with someone better. Not a girl with cancer cells resided beneath her skull.
So I played this fake betrayal. I wanted him to leave me, because I couldn't do the break-up thing by myself. I wanted him to look at me with disgust, so he would chase around another woman who was prettier or nicer or hotter than me. Wait, scratch the last adjective. I am not hot, even if Eriol said it plenty of times.
"He's coming." Rei's voice snapped me back into reality.
"Huh?"
"Eriol. He's coming." He repeated, leaning closer. "It's show time, Daidouji."
to be continued.