In Love
For as long as Tomoyo had known her, she'd always had a thing against guys.
It was quite amusing, really, especially since the green-eyed girl had long been regarded by their male counterparts as one of the most captivating, most enchanting, most desirable of the female race.
Every year, during the annual dance and high tea, there was bound to be at least four guys who would try and ask her to dance, or try to ask her out for dates in the future.
And every single time, she'd turn them down. For the first two guys, she'd be nice and gentle, but after the third one, she'd turn a little nasty. Tomoyo always seemed to have the misfortune of witnessing the unfortunate guy's face fall a million feet to the ground, and she had a sneaky suspicion that his heart had plummeted just as low.
And thus, the gossips had two choices to choose from: it was either that she and Tomoyo were cough together, or it was that she really didn't want to date anyone at all. Tomoyo, no, Eriol had put paid to the first part by kissing Tomoyo square on the lips during assembly, catching even Tomoyo herself by surprise. Therefore, everyone concluded that it could only be the second part.
However, Tomoyo and Eriol were the only ones privy to the real reason why she was against other guys.
She had a crush, a long-standing crush, on someone else.
And that someone else was currently in China, apparently training day and night while the Elders decided on his fate.
And when she thought of that, Tomoyo really couldn't help but clench her fists in a most unladylike way.
That stupid idiot, with the chestnut-brown hair and auburn eyes, who could be so intelligent, yet so stupid (which was why Tomoyo felt blessed to be Eriol's lifelong partner; at least he wasn't as slow), whose fate, and her fate too, hung by a slender thread.
They were halfway through the annual dance and tea party, which was thankfully their last, when the emcee popped up and announced, "Phone call for Miss Daidouji Tomoyo and Mr. Hiiragizawa Eriol." Tomoyo noticed her depressed expression and patted her shoulder comfortingly, before departing with Eriol to answer the call.
As it turned out, the call was from the one and only idiot.
Tomoyo had difficulty restraining herself from yelling what an idiot he was, to have left so suddenly for China, and to have expected her to just pick up the pieces of her shattered life, when he interrupted her in mid-ramble.
"I'm coming back." Was all he said.
Tomoyo's jaw couldn't have dropped further.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?"
His grin couldn't have gotten any bigger. "I said, I'm coming back."
The rest of Tomoyo and Eriol's gabbling down the phone went by unnoticed. All he thought of was of her expression, when he came down the next school day and presented himself to her.
Her face, her voice, her myriad of expressions and tones of voice, they were the only things he could think about, and the only things that occupied his mind. Everything and everyone else just went out the drain.
"He's daydreaming again," one of the Elders observed, lips twitching in a vain attempt to hide a laugh.
His mother merely snorted (in a very ladylike way, of course), but her eyes were dancing in amusement, as his sisters giggled.
He was very clearly in love.
Author's Note: Sorry. A very random thing that was written over two or three days.
