Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this fiction but the plot is entirely mine as I based it from a story I'm making at the moment though I do want to own kawaii Eriol… Also this is an AU and is not by any chance related to the manga or the anime series. To those who have read this I have edited some of the lines and stuff and changed the title, I took up my reviewers' advice. ARIGATOU!
Chapter 1 – The Crossing of the Two Worlds
"The past can be beautiful even through all the sorrows attached on to it,
But thou should not hold on to it for too long…
As you may not have any room left for today and tomorrow…"
"Just why on earth do I have to go to this party?" eighteen year old Eriol Hiirigizawa exclaimed in frustration as a tailor adjusted the sleeves of his pirate costume. It was a white ruffled shirt with a v- styled neck and two buttons open. A nice gold buckle highlighted his black trousers and brown beat-up styled boots. Eriol has been clutching on the saber which goes with his costume for the last 20 minutes trying his best not to actually attack on everyone for getting him in such a situation.
"How many times do I have to tell you? This party is Mom's idea, and I don't know why we have to go. Even I myself have to cancel my previous appointments." Brown haired 15 year old Nakuru replied emphasizing her words as a seamstress attends on her peasant costume.
It was quarter past four and the two Hiirigizawas are fitting their costumes at Pierre's, a popular tailoring shop in town for that evening's Halloween Party hosted by their mother.
"Why are you so annoyed anyway?" she asked curious of the sudden change in her brother's behavior. Surely, she is fully aware of the fact that her older brother is easy to snap and everything, like there was a time Eriol chased her all over their manor when she accidentally turned off his laptop when Eriol was working on an important term paper and when she accidentally wet Eriol's portfolio in Art class, but this time, he's moodier than usual.
"Like what's wrong about a party?" she added as she tie her wavy locks in a small bun her ruby eyes full of question.
"… I… never mind…" Eriol said hesitating. "Like she'll understand "he thought to himself.
"We'll just have to make some more adjustments on this side and you're good to go Sir Eriol." The tailor said as he leads him to the dressing room to change.
"Thank goodness…" Eriol uttered under his breath. He couldn't believe he wasted three hours of his time, trying on a stupid costume for a stupid party his mother is hosting. The idea of having him and Nakuru tag along just doesn't make sense to him. Surely, his mother is the extrovert type, but she was never the pushy one who always gets what she wants… at times… except on shopping sprees though… and a Halloween Party is definitely not a shopping spree.
Quickly changing to his red polo and black sleek pants, he grabbed his satchel and sheath and ran off to the exit of the boutique.
"Wait! Just where are you going? The party starts at seven!" Nakuru demanded her hands on her hips, totally not listening to the seamstress who told her not to move too much as she might accidentally prick her with the pin as she runs after Eriol.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm going out." Eriol retorted annoyed.
"Don't worry it's only past four …I'll bring my Porsche with me…you sound more like Mom than my younger sister…" he added walking out of the boutique not minding the litany of complaints of Nakuru who ran out of the boutique with her costume half unzipped by the back.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed as she got prick by the sharp pin the seamstress was holding.
"Bye!" he said teasingly as he drives his way to the main road.
"Oniichan!" Nakuru screamed one last time furious more than ever as she attempts to stop her brother in vain.
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In a plane headed to Tokyo, Japan, a beautiful girl was seating by a couch near the window, silent. They have been flying for nearly sixteen hours and she never had a wink, not that she wasn't tired or sleepy for she has been up the whole day packing and finishing her last photo shoot for Coralle. She could feel her joints aching and her neck stiffening, her body was tired but her mind wasn't and whenever she does feel sleepy one attendant will enter the compartment offering her tea and some sweets making her fully awake.
Placing her head by the window she could see a reflection of herself through the fluffy clouds, staring back. Shoulder length raven hair cut in different angles slightly disheveled framed her fragile-like face, beautiful amethyst eyes with long dark lashes brought the slightest color on her pale cheeks, a pair of blue denim jeans and a white turtleneck lined her creamy complexion and slender frame. All she needs is a pair of wings and she could have been mistaken for an angel – an ephemeral angel of sadness.
By her hands was a pair of cross earrings. It was old judging from its simple design that of the 16th and 18th century. By the center was a small dent where she slides her pointing finger feeling the crafted details that made it what it was. Putting on her headphones she closed her eyes as she brace the memories clinging to that pair of cross earrings just like the beautiful beads that threads it…
"Okasaan… " she whispered to herself as she clutch the earrings close to her chest and she started to lose track of time as she finally fall asleep...
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"Now what?" Eriol said to himself as the rays of the sun blinded his eyes while he walks along the busy streets of Tokyo, his satchel in one hand, and sheath in another. He was suppose to catch up in their fencing practice but decided not to do so as he was already way too late and instead went for a drive only to be caught in the middle of a heavy traffic, much to his luck.
In the nearly deafening noise he heard his mobile phone ringing and he hastily answered it.
"Moshi moshi?" he said strands of his dark hair covering his cerulean eyes. The people passing by kept on taking second glances on him probably recognizing him from the flooding number of posters and commercial ads of him spread all over the country as he stops by a corner to entertain his unexpected phone call. Afraid to attract any attention or much more a crowd he quickly paced to a quaint cafeteria and occupied a table at the corner of the room. The last time he has attracted a crowd he had to ask for help from Yuki-niichan just to get out. Settling his things at the edge of the table he quickly returned to attending his mobile phone,
"Eriol? Eriol?" the voice on the other line said.
"Yuki-niichan?" Eriol said recognizing the owner of the deep voice on the other line and dreading the next moments of the conversation.
"JUST WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO FINISH THAT COMPOSITION OF YOURS?????!" the voice from the other line exclaimed much to Eriol's terror that he has to move the phone a couple of inches away from his ears, totally surprising other customers.
"…. I know… I'm working on it…. It's still not finish…. I just can't…. okay… I – I'll call you later…Bye" he said hanging up avoiding another lengthy sermon. The moment he hangs up, Eriol gave a huge sigh of relief like as if his skin was saved from the claws of a dragon, breathing again.
"…Oh boy… I guess I should start working on that piece…" he said in defeat to something not visible by the naked eye. He surely doesn't want to mess with Yuki-niichan's patience.
Relishing the spoons of chocolate ice cream he ordered he then pulls out from his satchel a four page long music sheet, his calm stature slowly turning into a frown as he skim the pages. He fished from his pocket his pen but then tucked it back as no inspiration got him to start all over again.
"This won't do …" he said crumpling the whole thing into a ball. Pulling out a number of paper bills from his wallet he walks out of the cafeteria with no definite destination in mind.
"Just what is wrong with me?" he asked himself in annoyance.
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"Now dear, I want you to go ahead and take a good rest at the hotel, I'll just take care of a couple of things and catch up with you later, okay? Now you better hurry, the press will come here any minute… you wouldn't want to get stuck in a middle of a conference or anything …" a woman in her early forties with beautiful brown eyes and dark brown hair said running a hand on the girl's black hair.
"Yes, Mom. Bye." She said giving her mother a peck on the cheek.
"See you Madam." Mr. Brown, the chauffeur said, bowing slightly to the well dressed woman as he opens the door for the young girl and later opening the door to the driver's seat as well.
"Bye!" the girl's mother waved from a distance. The girl waved back smiling meekly, suddenly all her energy draining away from her body and she was sleepy.
"Welcome back to Japan, Ojosama …" Mr. Brown greeted from the driver's seat.
"Thank you Mr. Brown…" the girl said looking at the changing scenery by the window.
Ten years…
For ten years she hasn't come to see this place…
"Say, would you mind if we stop somewhere?" she asked all of the sudden surprising the gray haired chauffeur with thick round glasses.
"umm… I'm afraid you're mother told me to bring you straight to the hotel Ojosama" Mr. Brown stuttered in surprise, uncertain on whether to follow or not.
"Just for a while… we'll head to the hotel afterwards…" Tomoyo simply replied not removing her eyes to the scenery outside.
"Why…y-y-yes, Madam…" Mr. Brown stuttered turning back. "Where shall I take you?"
"… the… the floral shop please…" the girl said taking away her eyes from the scenery to Mr. Brown then to the cross earrings by her hand. Somehow her mouth just started talking without her consent and she felt like she doesn't have a firm hold of the things going on. All the thinking of what happened to the past has made her tired and she tucked the earrings in her purse.
"Certainly..." Mr. Brown said looking at his watch.
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"Please wait here I'll be right back…" the girl said as Mr. Brown opened the car door for her. It suddenly rained and she was ushered by Mr. Brown to the floral shop with an umbrella in hand.
"Yes, Madam…" Mr. Brown said still curious of what is in the young lady's mind. She was acting rather strange and quite. Somehow, the bright bubbly child he used to take to school has changed from her ten years of absence. Changed a lot he might add.
"Itirashai-masen!" an elderly woman with specks of white on her brown hair greeted as she entered the floral shop.
"How may I help you?" she asked walking next to her. The girl blinked, uncertain of her purpose. Somehow she doesn't have any idea on what she is there for.
"Ojosan? How may I help you?" she said starting to feel uncomfortable at the idea of the girl staring at her.
"I-I'm sorry… a dozen of white lilies please…" the girl said looking down, turning slightly pink.
"Just a moment…." The lady smiled as she walks to where the white lilies are, carefully selecting them from the great number of flowers.
Seating herself to the creamy sofa the girl waited as the florist check the number of lilies she is holding.
"How would you want me to arrange the flowers miss?" the florist asked walking to the counter.
"Please tie them with a ribbon… a cream one…" the girl said automatically running a hand on her black hair.
"… That's strange… you look quite familiar…have you been here before?" the florist commented arranging the flowers by the counter.
"I'm… I'm afraid not Madam…"the girl stuttered, uncomfortable of the florist's interrogations.
"I see. That would be ¥2650 miss…" the florist said handling her bouquet.
"… Okay…" the girl said opening her purse.
"…Look … nothing in my hands," the florist said waving her hands a couple of inches before the girl's face. She looked at her surprised.
"…Tadaa! ... This one's for you…" she exclaimed holding a white rose to her.
"Arigatou…" the girl said accepting the flower as she handed a number of paper bills to the florist.
"You look much better when you smile…" the florist commented handing her the receipt.
"I'll get going now… thank you very much…" the girl said as she walks out of the store.
"Wait! Your change miss…" the florist said running after the lass.
"Please keep it…" the girl simply said as she runs for the chauffeur waiting outside.
"That girl surely has changed…" the florist said to no one in particular as she watches from the window the girl get in the car.
"Where shall we go next, Madam?" Mr. Brown asked as he gets inside the car.
"… the cemetery please… " the girl said simply.
"I beg your pardon…" Mr. Brown said afraid that he must have not heard her well.
"… The cemetery… the one near the river…" the girl repeated in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.
"Ah… yes… the one near the river… certainly…"Mr. Brown said repeating the words to himself as if to convince himself. He just can't understand the purpose of the young lass in going to the cemetery at this time of the day when she is bound to attend a party later that evening. Just who could she be visiting when she hardly spent her life here?
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"I'll go ahead, just wait for me here…" the girl said taking the umbrella from Mr. Brown as she walks her way to the street leading to the cemetery before Mr. Brown could insist on accompanying her. What she's thinking at that very moment nobody knows… she's just engrossing her thoughts at that very moment with the song she is playing in her Discman, the lyrics of the song piercing her heart straightway…
You've been running away all these years
But how long will you ran away?
Ran away from your fears
When some things are bound to stay
As you keep on holding, you keep yourself hurting
And when you keep yourself hurting
You keep yourself bleeding
Just what else is left for you?
Can't you just forgive yourself?
Forgive yourself for they have already forgiven you?
She was deep in her own thoughts when she felt a thug at her side that caused her to flinch. After seconds of thinking did she realized that her purse was missing and a tall man is running away with it.
"Wait! Somebody… thief!" she exclaimed as she ran after the man with accelerating speed.
"You give my purse back you thief!" she said in a struggle to run faster through the high heels she is wearing. The man was heading to the river. The girl looked around in search of anything to stop the man as she tries to catch her breath from all the running she did. She has dropped her umbrella in the pretence of catching the thief and she was now soaking wet. There was nothing that could help her except for a number of garbage bins and…a dark haired guy walking towards their direction.
"Mister… catch the man… thief…" was all she said as the heels of her shoe got ripped. The man barely hearing what the girl said seems to have interpreted the whole situation and chased the thief.
As of the girl, after a number of curses on the pair of ripped shoes she followed suit barefooted in the soaking rain.
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Eriol was about to get in his car parked a couple of blocks away when he heard somebody cry out, "Mister… catch the man… thief…"
He looked at his back to see a raven haired girl scream as the heels of her shoes got ripped and a tall man with gray hair running in his direction carrying a purse.
He needs not anymore explanation as he runs after the thief with great speed.
"Years of practice in soccer surely has its advantages" he though to himself.
"Thief! Stop right where you are…" he exclaimed as he corners the thief by the railing near the river.
"Now hand over the lady's purse…" he commended pacing slowly towards the cornered thief. The thief seems to be scared by the turn out of events and was in the verge of giving up when…
"There is the thief, officer…" a voice said.
Like a jack in the box the thief panicked upon hearing the word officer and leaped on the railing that leads to the river. Realizing the intentions of the thief the Eriol shook the wire railing in a brisk manner making the thief lose his balance and drop the purse.
".. Ah! My purse!" the girl exclaimed at the sight of the cross earrings falling to the river swallowed by noiseless waves.
Eriol not noticing the plight of the earrings leaped to the railing just in time to get the girl's the purse which he later handed to her after handing the thief to the officer who thanked him as the thief has been bugging people recently.
"Here's your purse, Miss." Eriol said rubbing some of the dirt off his red polo which was already wet and is continuously getting wet from the rain…
There was no reply. The girl was still looking down, silent.
"Ojosan?" he repeated tapping her by the shoulder. When the girl looked up there were tears on her purple depths surprising him and she started to hit the lad like crazy.
"You fool! Look at what you've done! You!" she said in between the heavy thugs she gave to the lad.
"Hey! Just what are you doing? I got your purse back! Isn't this what you want?" the lad said trying to protect himself from the heavy hands of the girl. If he did not know she was a girl she would have though that he's being hit by a guy.
"You idiot! What do you expect me to do after what you've done?" the girl said all the anger running through her veins.
The rain was pouring harder this time and if just a while ago the rain did not succeed in drowning her senses, this time it did… victoriously winning over her.
The earrings are now gone… gone… She can't believe that she just saw it sink in the depths of the river… gone… gone…
"Anata no Baka!" She exclaimed slapping the lad hard on the face and running back to the direction where the Sedan was parked.
"Just what the…" the lad said touching his cheek.
"Hey! Your purse!" he exclaimed still stunned by the turn out of events as he runs after the girl who quickly got into the black Sedan and sped away.
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Eriol storms the room screaming
HI this is Eriol! Aaaaggghhh! Just what is going on?!! Ever since I met that raven haired girl all I've been having is pure bad luck!! Just what is this party for anyway? I have a very bad feeling about this...
What? ENGAGEMENT??!! Somebody please tell me what's going on... and what is that girl doing in my suite? AAAAAGGHHH!!!
Next on Project Engagement: Planned Future
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