PETALS
Hey you guys! Soo this my new fic. Well, one of `em anyway, but after a crappy day of school, this kinda popped into my head, and I liked it, so I'm goin with it.
,
er... yea nothing else really. Warning: if you're not one for slightly dark (or dark) stories, just click "back" and pretend like nothing ever happened.
Also, um, possibly some mild cursing, (the f-word I don't do)
This is AU, but maybe magic. I don't know this, I'm just writing this on a whim.
And I don't own this. Got it?
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Tomoyo Daidouji walked casually down crowded street, calm and cool. Her long, dark hair and huge amethyst eyes made her seem like an angel from above, the serene expression on her face and the odd smile made one think of the Mona Lisa, except much more beautiful.
Her appearance won glances from many males in the crowd that seemed to part easily as she checked her watch, and started walking faster.
To all, she looked like a woman who knew what she was doing--a woman on a mission.
No one knew she was a woman with a secret.
* * *
Eriol Hiiragizawa walked into the busy bar, sliding on to a seat. "I'll have the regular, Jin, " he said smoothly as the bartender noticed him.
"Right away, sir," he said, presenting the tall young man with a martini.
"Thanks." Eriol said, swirling it slightly. He sipped, it and exhaled, smiling, placing the correct amount of money on the counter.
"Perfect." He murmured, sipping it again.
Jin smiled, and toothily grinned, replying, "I've had practice."
Eriol looked like the perfect actor, with his tall frame, dark blue hair, and darker eyes, and with the cunning smile that made the girls swoon, and with broad shoulders, he looked like the perfect role model, and boyfriend.
How wrong they were.
"So you come to these places often?" asked a pretty voice next to him. It was unfamiliar, he mused. A new..._friend_...purred a dark voice in his head.
Pasting on a brilliant smile, he turned, tossing his head to rid his eyes of the locks that were always in his eye.
And he came face to face with a stunning woman, perhaps a few years younger than him, but someone who looked like she had broken as many hearts as he had. His cocky exterior melted away for the moment, as he almost lost himself in those mysterious eyes.
Then he remembered how to speak. "I think that would be _my_ line my dear. And...Yes, I do. How about you? I have never had the fortune to meet some one as exquisite as you," he said in his rich, deep voice. He took her slender hand and kissed the back of it.
She looked at him with those amethyst eyes of hers, and withdrew her hand. "Your words, however enchanting they may be, fool the listener and deceive the heart."
"And what if they were true?"
" Then I am flattered," she replied sardonically.
"So I ask you this, may I have the name of the one who captured my heart?" he asked, hope tingeing his voice.
"Oh, of course," she said, shock in her voice. "Can I...whisper it in you ear?" she asked.
"I'd be more than delighted, to hear your angelic voice whisper something into my ear."
She giggled, and leaned forward. Her breath rustled his hair slightly, and for some reason, he felt a shiver go down his back.
"The one who captured your heart...you want the name, right?" she said softly.
"Yes,"
"Look in a mirror."
He pulled away, and laughed. "You think I am arrogant, do you not?"
She shrugged. "It matters not; for you will not see me again."
"Oh?"
"You can't follow me, you can't touch me, or hear me. I am always and never, invisible with a thousand colors."
"You are an enigma," he laughed, delighted.
"You act like a child," she replied coolly.
"Do I?"
"Yes, you do,"
"And I can't touch you can I? You're...untouchable?" He said, a hint of jest in his voice.
"That is what I said, did I not just say that?" she replied stiffly, as if she knew what was coming
"I was double checking."
"For what?" This time, her voice had a curious note in it.
"This." With out a second to lose, he leaned forward and enclosed his lips in hers.
She pulled away too soon; eyes opening quickly.
"That did not last nearly long enough," he said, smiling oddly.
"If that is what you want, I shall not even think of locking lips with you here."
"Is that an invitation?" he asked, slipping into his jacket.
"What if it was?"
"I would take you up on it immediately."
"And if it wasn't?"
"I would have to beg you...or resort to some other method." He said, his mouth quirking into another smile.
She shot him a smoldering glare from lowered, thick lashes, and raised a slender hand, brushing a strand of blue-black hair away from her doll-like face.
"I wouldn't let you," she said finally, finality in every letter.
He laughed aloud, and stood. In a swift movement, she grabbed his wrist and twisted it, enough to make it hurt--her long, thin fingers were clamped over his wrist in a vice-like grip. It made him start--it actually hurt him.
Eriol's blue eyes widened in surprise, and said humbly, "I am sorry."
She shrugged into her own jacket, and said, "I'm having second thoughts about inviting you in."
He shot her a smile, and she gave him barely a side glance. "I can make those second thoughts disappear." He offered, delicately taking her hand, and opening the door for her as they walked out, hand in hand.
"Can you?" she asked, as they walked across the street to the park. A pale, translucent moon was dangling in the sky.
"You are too inquisitive for your own good, love." He said, as they stopped on the middle of a bridge over a large lake.
"And you are too hasty," she replied, as he lifted her chin, so they could have the perfect angle for a perfect kiss.
"Remember, curiosity killed the cat," he murmured, drawing closer to her, as they were barely an inch away from eachother.
"I am not a cat. I am much more. And remember...all that is gold does not glitter."
He didn't have time to ponder the latter, because his heart took over and he closed the gap between their lips. His strong arms pulled her in, and this time, she didn't pull away. Eriol pushed their lips together, in a wild kiss reserved for different occasions, not on a first time encounter. And he didn't even know her name...she was an enigma, definitely. But this one was different. She knew him, some how. And she knew that, and she was using that against him.
She bit back harder, drawing her hands down her back, ripping his jacket in her sharp nails' wake.
He didn't care.
All at the moment was her. Her smell was intoxicating, a heady fragrance, a flowery combination of wisteria, jasmine, and another aroma he couldn't name, and perhaps with a hint of CoCo Chanel No. 5.
He loved it.
[I think I'm just going crazy. WHAT IS THIS?! I AM JUST...yeah this isn't my regular stuff, I think you guys have noticed that...but hey, this is a free country. This is a bit more...what's the word I'm looking for?! Anyone know?]
Pulling away at the lack of fresh air, he marveled at her, as he felt the breeze go straight through the rips in his jacket.
"Can...I please have your name?" he asked huskily.
She smiled and seemed to ponder his request. "No."
"Why?" he pleaded. "We kissed twice, and still I need to hear the name of the one who has taken my heart tonight."
The young woman pushed another strand of hair behind her shoulders and countered, "You kissed me twice. I warned you that I was untouchable...I warned you countless times...and yet you ignored them. Are all men so foolish?"
Eriol smiled back at her, ready. "If they are in love,"
"Stupidity," she scoffed. "Your naiveté will ultimately be your downfall."
"Are you a Seer?" he asked
"And you jump to conclusions. No I am most certainly not. I am more than you could imagine, Eriol."
"How do you know my name?" He asked, taking a step backwards.
"How could I not? Who doesn't know you in this wretched city?"
Eriol stared into the water, barely aware of the woman's presence. I need to find out her name, he realized. It was imperative.
He turned to look at her, but she was gone. Gone, like the wind in the night, ever changing, thousands of colors, but invisible. Like she was. The only thing that remained of where she stood was a branch, a foot long, of plum blossoms.
He bent, picking up the branch, and its delicate fragrance floated to his nostrils.
It smelled like her.
Plum blossoms.
"Tomoyo?" he whispered into the night. "TOMOYOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he roared, dropping to his knees, clutching the branch to his chest.
A few small plum petals floated to the ground.
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so! How did you guys like it? um, read, review, and whatever...
I know, now _foul_ language quite yet, but all in good time, my friends, all in good time!
Oh & to Chinchilla--I think I kinda mislead you about Eriol's character, he's not what I said he was, he was just terribly popular with the ladies! ^^
See, this fic is E&T AND S&S so don't worry, everybody's gonna surface (probably everybody) in this fic.
Bye 4 now!!
Hey you guys! Soo this my new fic. Well, one of `em anyway, but after a crappy day of school, this kinda popped into my head, and I liked it, so I'm goin with it.
,
er... yea nothing else really. Warning: if you're not one for slightly dark (or dark) stories, just click "back" and pretend like nothing ever happened.
Also, um, possibly some mild cursing, (the f-word I don't do)
This is AU, but maybe magic. I don't know this, I'm just writing this on a whim.
And I don't own this. Got it?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tomoyo Daidouji walked casually down crowded street, calm and cool. Her long, dark hair and huge amethyst eyes made her seem like an angel from above, the serene expression on her face and the odd smile made one think of the Mona Lisa, except much more beautiful.
Her appearance won glances from many males in the crowd that seemed to part easily as she checked her watch, and started walking faster.
To all, she looked like a woman who knew what she was doing--a woman on a mission.
No one knew she was a woman with a secret.
* * *
Eriol Hiiragizawa walked into the busy bar, sliding on to a seat. "I'll have the regular, Jin, " he said smoothly as the bartender noticed him.
"Right away, sir," he said, presenting the tall young man with a martini.
"Thanks." Eriol said, swirling it slightly. He sipped, it and exhaled, smiling, placing the correct amount of money on the counter.
"Perfect." He murmured, sipping it again.
Jin smiled, and toothily grinned, replying, "I've had practice."
Eriol looked like the perfect actor, with his tall frame, dark blue hair, and darker eyes, and with the cunning smile that made the girls swoon, and with broad shoulders, he looked like the perfect role model, and boyfriend.
How wrong they were.
"So you come to these places often?" asked a pretty voice next to him. It was unfamiliar, he mused. A new..._friend_...purred a dark voice in his head.
Pasting on a brilliant smile, he turned, tossing his head to rid his eyes of the locks that were always in his eye.
And he came face to face with a stunning woman, perhaps a few years younger than him, but someone who looked like she had broken as many hearts as he had. His cocky exterior melted away for the moment, as he almost lost himself in those mysterious eyes.
Then he remembered how to speak. "I think that would be _my_ line my dear. And...Yes, I do. How about you? I have never had the fortune to meet some one as exquisite as you," he said in his rich, deep voice. He took her slender hand and kissed the back of it.
She looked at him with those amethyst eyes of hers, and withdrew her hand. "Your words, however enchanting they may be, fool the listener and deceive the heart."
"And what if they were true?"
" Then I am flattered," she replied sardonically.
"So I ask you this, may I have the name of the one who captured my heart?" he asked, hope tingeing his voice.
"Oh, of course," she said, shock in her voice. "Can I...whisper it in you ear?" she asked.
"I'd be more than delighted, to hear your angelic voice whisper something into my ear."
She giggled, and leaned forward. Her breath rustled his hair slightly, and for some reason, he felt a shiver go down his back.
"The one who captured your heart...you want the name, right?" she said softly.
"Yes,"
"Look in a mirror."
He pulled away, and laughed. "You think I am arrogant, do you not?"
She shrugged. "It matters not; for you will not see me again."
"Oh?"
"You can't follow me, you can't touch me, or hear me. I am always and never, invisible with a thousand colors."
"You are an enigma," he laughed, delighted.
"You act like a child," she replied coolly.
"Do I?"
"Yes, you do,"
"And I can't touch you can I? You're...untouchable?" He said, a hint of jest in his voice.
"That is what I said, did I not just say that?" she replied stiffly, as if she knew what was coming
"I was double checking."
"For what?" This time, her voice had a curious note in it.
"This." With out a second to lose, he leaned forward and enclosed his lips in hers.
She pulled away too soon; eyes opening quickly.
"That did not last nearly long enough," he said, smiling oddly.
"If that is what you want, I shall not even think of locking lips with you here."
"Is that an invitation?" he asked, slipping into his jacket.
"What if it was?"
"I would take you up on it immediately."
"And if it wasn't?"
"I would have to beg you...or resort to some other method." He said, his mouth quirking into another smile.
She shot him a smoldering glare from lowered, thick lashes, and raised a slender hand, brushing a strand of blue-black hair away from her doll-like face.
"I wouldn't let you," she said finally, finality in every letter.
He laughed aloud, and stood. In a swift movement, she grabbed his wrist and twisted it, enough to make it hurt--her long, thin fingers were clamped over his wrist in a vice-like grip. It made him start--it actually hurt him.
Eriol's blue eyes widened in surprise, and said humbly, "I am sorry."
She shrugged into her own jacket, and said, "I'm having second thoughts about inviting you in."
He shot her a smile, and she gave him barely a side glance. "I can make those second thoughts disappear." He offered, delicately taking her hand, and opening the door for her as they walked out, hand in hand.
"Can you?" she asked, as they walked across the street to the park. A pale, translucent moon was dangling in the sky.
"You are too inquisitive for your own good, love." He said, as they stopped on the middle of a bridge over a large lake.
"And you are too hasty," she replied, as he lifted her chin, so they could have the perfect angle for a perfect kiss.
"Remember, curiosity killed the cat," he murmured, drawing closer to her, as they were barely an inch away from eachother.
"I am not a cat. I am much more. And remember...all that is gold does not glitter."
He didn't have time to ponder the latter, because his heart took over and he closed the gap between their lips. His strong arms pulled her in, and this time, she didn't pull away. Eriol pushed their lips together, in a wild kiss reserved for different occasions, not on a first time encounter. And he didn't even know her name...she was an enigma, definitely. But this one was different. She knew him, some how. And she knew that, and she was using that against him.
She bit back harder, drawing her hands down her back, ripping his jacket in her sharp nails' wake.
He didn't care.
All at the moment was her. Her smell was intoxicating, a heady fragrance, a flowery combination of wisteria, jasmine, and another aroma he couldn't name, and perhaps with a hint of CoCo Chanel No. 5.
He loved it.
[I think I'm just going crazy. WHAT IS THIS?! I AM JUST...yeah this isn't my regular stuff, I think you guys have noticed that...but hey, this is a free country. This is a bit more...what's the word I'm looking for?! Anyone know?]
Pulling away at the lack of fresh air, he marveled at her, as he felt the breeze go straight through the rips in his jacket.
"Can...I please have your name?" he asked huskily.
She smiled and seemed to ponder his request. "No."
"Why?" he pleaded. "We kissed twice, and still I need to hear the name of the one who has taken my heart tonight."
The young woman pushed another strand of hair behind her shoulders and countered, "You kissed me twice. I warned you that I was untouchable...I warned you countless times...and yet you ignored them. Are all men so foolish?"
Eriol smiled back at her, ready. "If they are in love,"
"Stupidity," she scoffed. "Your naiveté will ultimately be your downfall."
"Are you a Seer?" he asked
"And you jump to conclusions. No I am most certainly not. I am more than you could imagine, Eriol."
"How do you know my name?" He asked, taking a step backwards.
"How could I not? Who doesn't know you in this wretched city?"
Eriol stared into the water, barely aware of the woman's presence. I need to find out her name, he realized. It was imperative.
He turned to look at her, but she was gone. Gone, like the wind in the night, ever changing, thousands of colors, but invisible. Like she was. The only thing that remained of where she stood was a branch, a foot long, of plum blossoms.
He bent, picking up the branch, and its delicate fragrance floated to his nostrils.
It smelled like her.
Plum blossoms.
"Tomoyo?" he whispered into the night. "TOMOYOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he roared, dropping to his knees, clutching the branch to his chest.
A few small plum petals floated to the ground.
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so! How did you guys like it? um, read, review, and whatever...
I know, now _foul_ language quite yet, but all in good time, my friends, all in good time!
Oh & to Chinchilla--I think I kinda mislead you about Eriol's character, he's not what I said he was, he was just terribly popular with the ladies! ^^
See, this fic is E&T AND S&S so don't worry, everybody's gonna surface (probably everybody) in this fic.
Bye 4 now!!