Hey guys, I haven't written in a very long time. That's coz I went on holidays, but…
I'm back now so no need to worry…
Hehehe… as if you would. I'm back anyway, just in case you wanted to know where I went.
In the midst of writing three stories at once, I can tell you that's a bad idea.
I'm putting Until eternity on hold and trying hard to finish Untouchable, but with all the stuff that's been going on with FF.net I don't know when it's going to be finished, plus this year is getting hectic and I'm just settling back into the gist of things.
Please don't get impatient or angry with me, I'm trying my best.
I couldn't really think of how to continue Untouchable, so just a short one-shot… or maybe two or three shot fic for now.
Love Doesn't Age
'For better or worse, till death do us part'
//I can remember my wedding day so vividly.
The bells chiming noisily as we left the church, the smile on his face, the love I felt for him.
But now that love is gone. I don't feel anything towards him anymore.
I think it was because we were too young, too young to know the difference between true love and infatuation…//
Tomoyo brushed a strand of hair away from her face. She looked down at her just finished documents.
Letting out a sigh, she crossed her office floor and collecting her jacket before leaving the office.
Tomoyo collapsed into the reclining chair, shedding her jacket and dumping it on the coffee table.
She glanced at her watch, 9:30pm. Picking up Neko- chan, she dropped the cat in her lap, running her fingers through its soft, sleek fur.
Somewhere in the house her phone rang, its constant ring, drilling her head. Getting up she retrieved it from one of her other coats.
"Moshi Moshi, Daidouji Tomoyo desu." She said, her voice monotone.
//Wai, Tomoyo, don't sound so depressed. //
"Hai, hai, bakayarou." She mumbled, her voice hoarse.
//Don't use such bad language, Tomoyo. Demo, I didn't call to lecture you, the real reason is to find out if you're going to that dinner a few nights away, they called me before for a final confirmation//
"Demo, I don't really want to go…"
//It'll be good for you, besides, I already said you would make an appearance//
Tomoyo sighed heavily, "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then."
//Matta ashita// he said cheerfully.
"Matta Ashita," she said, her soft voice echoing around the empty penthouse.
Neko- chan whimpered at her feet, rubbing against her stockinged calf, whining to be fed.
"Hai, hai." Tomoyo said walking over to the cupboard of cat food, "Funny how I'm always doing what others say…." She said to the cat, " Look at this?? I'm talking to a damn cat." She mused to herself.
Neko- chan just looked up her innocently, meowing impatiently, waiting for a meal.
Tomoyo lay in bed listening as the rain fell against the room window, a heavy pitter-patter, pitter-patter on the glass.
A solitary cold tear fell against her cheek as she wrapped the quilt tighter around her small frame trying to ward off the cold, which seemed to enclose her body.
He had always been there to hold her, keep her warm, and defend her from the loneliness she had always felt.
Tomoyo shook her head defiantly. He was out of her life, non-existent in her world. She held the blanket tighter around her body, tucking her head under the covers.
"Gone…" she whispered hoarsely, another cold tear falling onto her pale cheek.
"Take it in there, and it'll be fine…" Heizo instructed to the tailor.
"You're more like my mother than secretary, Heizo-kun. Why don't you just make up your mind, mother or secretary??"
"Urusen, Gaki." He told her, looking at her through the mirror. "Maybe lengthen the hem just one fold."
"D' you know, I wonder where you learn all these female terms, and yet you continue to reassure me that you're not gay…" Tomoyo sighed sarcastically
"Urusen…" he continued to warn her, examining the gown from top to toe.
"I don't understand why I have to go to this stupid charity ball."
"Well, someone stupid like you failed to notice the 'Charity' part of it, you know, something for a good cause? Besides, it's good for your appearance."
"What are you now?? My image consultant??"
"Okay, perfect. Just have it done by Wednesday, I need it for Thursday night, okay??" Heizo said, ignoring her and turning his attention to the Tailor, who nodded obediently.
"Bakayarou!!! Kiku!!" [Jerk- it's actually something pretty bad, listen- casual]
"Urusen ne…" Heizo answered as he continued to talk with the tailor. [Shut up, okay]
"Heizo………" Tomoyo whined.
Heizo turned away from the Tailor and sighed, "Hai, Oh-important-one."
"Great! Now I forgot!!" Tomoyo said blaming him, a cheerful smile on her face
"Is that what you wanted to do all this time??" he said looking at her pathetically.
"Hai." Tomoyo smiled in exchange.
Heizo smiled in return, "Hayaku, go change, I'll take you out for some lunch."
"Ii!!" Tomoyo smiled happily, jumping off the pedestal and running to the dressing room.
"Hey! Me careful!! That dress is costing you a lot of money." Heizo yelled after her, fretting.
Tomoyo sank into the booth at the restaurant, Heizo sliding in opposite her.
Once they had ordered she leaned back a content expression on her face.
"You really shouldn't eat that junk, you know, it's very, very bad for you." Heizo began to lecture.
"Wakatta." She smiled impishly [I know]
Heizo just shook his head and sighed, "You're killing yourself earlier than you have too."
"Wakatta." She repeated, "Oh, Sumimasen, I'm going to the bathroom." She said trying to get away from the conversation.
"You're avoiding this talk…" Heizo said as she left the table, Tomoyo replying with a grin.
She got up from the booth making faces at Heizo as she walked towards the bathroom, not looking where she was going.
Suddenly she bumped into someone, falling on the floor with a thud.
"Itai…" she winced.
"Gomen Nasai," Someone said holding her hand and pulling her to her feet.
Tomoyo looked up. "dai-."
She stopped.
"Eriol…" she breathed, quickly pulling her hand from his, "Ano… Sumimasen," she said quickly running past him for the sanctuary of the women's toilet.
"Tomoyo, matte-." Eriol called after her just as she disappeared into the bathroom.
Tomoyo appeared five minutes later, her hands clammy.
She looked around the restaurant, no sign of him.
As she walked over to Heizo she caught him talking to someone whose face was hidden.
"You'll never guess who I saw…" Tomoyo began but slowly stopped when she saw Eriol sitting at the table with Heizo.
"Tomoyo, you're back, guess who I bumped into??"
"Eriol…" she said, her voice just audible.
"You two know each other??"
"Hai, we were ma-." Eriol tried to reply
"Partners in business once." Tomoyo cut in.
"Eh? Souka?? I thought the two of you never met, just had a deal"
"Well, we thought that we should meet in the end" Eriol said forlornly, playing along.
"I've just remembered some important meeting, I've got to go. Ja." She said quickly, trying escape her situation
"Demo, I didn't know about-." Heizo began
"I didn't tell you," Tomoyo said quickly retreating from the restaurant as fast as her legs would allow.
The minute she emerged from the golden doors of the restaurant she bolted down the street, gasping for breath when she was at least 200 metres away.
He was back, he was here.
She had thought that she felt nothing towards him, but what she had just felt as her eyes met his.
It was something that she thought she had lost a long time ago.
Slowly she took a deep breath gathering her thoughts.
Him being back was no problem, she could handle it.
Yes, she had to admit, with him away, it was much easier to carry on with her life, but even though he was here, she could get through life as any normal person would.
It had been four years since they divorced. A long time. She was over it. She was over it.
She was over it.
Tomoyo threw her coat down onto the chair in a fury.
She picked up a pillow and screamed into it, her red lipstick a dark stain on its exterior.
Collapsing into a chair, she looked over to Neko-chan who had cowered into a corner.
"Gomen Nasai, koko ni kite…" she said softly
Obediently the cat came from its corner leaping into her lap.
Gently she ran her fingers through its smooth coat, tears escaping her closed eyes.
"He was there today…" she whispered.
Neko- chan just purred, oblivious to her sadness.
"We had an agreement." She whispered croakily, "He would get profit from Daidouji Toys and he wouldn't come near the main office. We promised. He promised."
"It was fixed so he wouldn't come near me…" she sobbed.
She hugged the cat gently, "He was always breaking his promises…"
Tomoyo sat across from Eriol at the board meeting, glaring at him with hatred as he twirled his pen in his fingers, watching her carefully.
In the back of the mind, the other board members rattled on and on about the state of the company, successes and losses, budgets, unimportant matters.
They finished talking and looked at her. Quickly Tomoyo straightened up, sighing deeply.
"Are we done??"
They nodded in reply.
"Great, we'll meet in a fortnight's time." With that she got up walked out of the room quickly, Heizo chasing after her like a shadow.
"Tomoyo!! Tomoyo!! Tomoyo-chan!! Matte!!!" Heizo called after her as she rushed down the hallway towards the safety of her office.
The minute she got to her office she closed the door, almost hitting Heizo who quickly slipped in behind her.
Tomoyo slammed her documents on her desk, her fist following in suit.
"Shimatta!!" she swore.
Heizo slowly approached her, "Tomoyo-chan… Daijoubu ka?"
Tomoyo looked up at him, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"Tomoyo…" Heizo said shocked.
"…We…we…we were married……" she confessed to him.
"What?? You were married?? To who??"
"Eriol…" she said as if it were obvious, "that's why he owns half the company, not because he's some rich guy who can sponsor us."
"You two were married??" Heizo asked still in a state of shock
Tomoyo nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"What happened??"
"We were young, we were stupid. The reason was more that I was pregnant."
"You were pregnant??!!"
"Hai…"
"What happened to the baby??"
"I fell down the stairs one day…and…we…lost the baby…" Tomoyo said hesitantly. "Things fell apart after that, the marriage broke don and we just didn't feel anything towards each other anymore…"
"What about the company?? You guys lied to everyone didn't you??"
"We made it together. This company is a spin off from our family companies. But soon it overtook both, buying them out. So we owned it. When we divorced, we had an agreement. I would run the company and he would stay away and get his share. Of course, like most other things, he has broken an important promise. He was always like that!" she said slamming her fist onto the table again. "So, now he's back, for a reason I don't know why, so can you please just tell him to go away, tell him to leave, onegai…" she pleaded.
"Demo, I can't he's my boss…"
"I'm your boss too!!" Tomoyo argued back.
"You're also my best friend, and as your best friend, I think you need to fight your own demons. I have my own battles too, and this isn't just something I can overcome for you."
"Demo-."
"No but's. Do it yourself. This is not a favour I will commit myself to. It is your problem and your problem alone." he pushed.
Tomoyo sighed and collapsed in a chair. "Fine! Just go then…" she said frustrated.
The minute Heizo left, tears fell unreserved onto the carpet, quite sobs at times escaping her mouth.
Tsuzuku.