"Complicated Life"
By: Na-chan
Disclaimer: I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura and some other stuff on this fic. They belong to
someone else.
Chapter 1: Life on the Top
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The cool evening breeze whipped her lovely face, causing her to shiver. But she had to stay; she
had to see the town since it would be the last time. She'd never see it like this again, not
through the same perspective she had at the moment. The lights illuminated the dark sky, making
the stars jealous at their faint yet colorful glimmer. She smiled faintly, her cheeks pink from
the cold. "I'll be back." She whispered, letting the wind carry her voice.
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Months later
"What time is it?" the ebony haired girl asked groggily. No answer. Then she remembered. She
wasn't in Tomoeda anymore. She wasn't home at all. She mentally berated herself for not getting
used to the fact that she was now living alone in Tokyo. College life was very different from
high school. Waking up at this unholy hour to study was one thing she wasn't used to at all.
Midterms were in a week and she wasn't 100% prepared. She had moved from Tomoeda with high hopes
that she would be able to study harder if she lived nearer her university in the capital. The
first week didn't go as planned but she had managed.
"Okay! Better get started." She was trying to psyche herself up. Getting up from her bed, she
opened the lampshade she had on her mahogany study table. Stacks of papers were placed neatly on
one side while the other side held her thick books. Taking her notebook from the drawer, she
studied until dawn. She wasn't going to make her move go to waste.
A week later...
"Hey, Daidouji!" Tomoyo didn't need to turn around to see who had greeted her. She knew the voice
instantly. Plastering a smile, she faced the blonde boy who had called her. "Hey to you too."
Kazuma Ikegami grinned, showing his white teeth. "How'd it go with the test? I thought it was a
killer."
"It was okay," The girl replied, lying. The test was hard, but she wasn't going to tell that to
just anyone especially Kazuma. Knowing him, he'd probably tease her about losing her touch.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Hmm...if I didn't know you I'd say you were lying," He
whispered, a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Ikegami!" Tomoyo swatted Kazuma with her books. He in turn, laughed heartily. This was pretty
much how things went on with them. Some who didn't know them had mistaken them to be together but
those who did said otherwise. Tomoyo was like a little sister to Kazuma and besides; he was head
over heels in love with a certain Tsubasa Shinobiki.
People looked at them oddly. Model students like the two were supposed to be examples to the
whole student body. If this was the kind of behavior they were showing, how else for the other
students who weren't as gifted as them?
"Stop laughing like that," Tomoyo hissed. "People are staring," She added, voice barely above a
whisper.
Kazuma raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Tell them to mind their own beeswax."
Tomoyo repressed the urge to giggle. Sometimes he could be so obnoxious. Regaining her composure,
she smiled forcibly at the on looking students. It was embarrassing-the top student of the
University of Tokyo goofing around. 'I hope this doesn't change their image of me...'
"Well, see you later...I guess." He winked as if to say, "Don't worry about it." The girl was too
conscious about what others thought of her.
She smiled lightly. "Yeah." Waving, she walked away from the prying eyes of the students and left
the campus.
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In the Dean's office...
An eighteen-year-old lad sat on the wood chair. It was uncomfortable in a seat such as this,
especially when you were here for doing something against the rules. But he was here on a
different matter, so he need not worry about him being the uncomfortable one. Sitting across
from him, at the oak desk was a thin old man with white hair. The Dean was the one uncomfortable
with the position.
"Hiiragizawa Eriol, I presume. I am the headmaster of this university-" he was cut off abruptly
by Eriol.
"Dean Hako Minazuki, I've heard. I'm sorry if I'm being rude but I would like to know if you plan
on accepting me in this university," The young man said coolly. He was in a hurry-he still had an interview
with another university.
The old man smiled at the boy. He understood the situation Eriol was going through. "Ah, yes. But
we don't have a recommendation...it is the middle of the semester."
Eriol pulled out an envelope from his pocket. It was from his former university in England. "I
hope this meets your needs. I also have the list of my past achievements." He held up another
envelope, much bigger and bulkier than the first.
The dean took the legal sized envelope from the lad. Opening the said article, he scanned his
eyes quickly on the document. There were numerous words of praise for the boy in the letter.
'Eriol is very exceptional, he is one of England's finest...' With words such as these the dean
couldn't resist the urge to accept him.
"I see everything is in order. Welcome to the University of Tokyo," The aged man finally said.
He extended his hand to Eriol who shook it.
After that little handshake, Hako had thought the young man would leave. Instead, Eriol has sat
down again and asked him why he hadn't looked at the other envelope. The headmaster was silent at
that when an idea struck him.
"Hiiragizawa, I don't want to see plain writings on paper. I want to see you in action. There are
a few tests I want you take..."
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Two weeks later...
It was noon and Tomoyo Daidouji had just come from her class in Physics. Walking down the noisy
hallway, she noticed a crowd gathering by the bulletin board. Recognizing one of the students in
the crowd as Tsubasa Shinobiki, she tapped her friend lightly on the back.
"Tomoyo! Have you seen the scores yet?" Tsubasa asked smiling brightly. Tomoyo couldn't help but
smile back.
"Nope," the amethyst-eyed girl replied, shaking her head, making her long tresses bob from their
ponytail bind.
"Yeah, me too. This crowd's been blocking the way." Tsubasa tried to make her way to the bulletin
board pulling Tomoyo along. At the sight of Tomoyo making her way to the score sheet, the crowd
broke apart as if to make way. The girl smiled gratefully at the students but couldn't help but
notice their curious looks.
"Come on, Daidouji!" Tsubasa was getting impatient.
"Aah." Tomoyo replied as she walked toward the test results, hoping she had gotten the highest
score again. The only person she could guess getting the highest score other than her was Kazuma
Ikegami.
When she had reached the results, Tsubasa was practically glowing. "I got into the top 20," She
whispered to Tomoyo. Tomoyo in turn, flashed her a smile as if to say congratulations. Scanning
the results quickly, she was not pleased when she had seen that she was tied for first place with
someone who wasn't Kazuma. The name Hiiragizawa Eriol was neatly printed on the sheet of paper
beside hers.
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"What score did you get, Daidouji?" Kazuma had asked her for the third time. He was walking with
her to go for some ice cream.
Tomoyo didn't respond. She was too deep in her thoughts. A small frown was growing on her
beautiful features, a frown not so often seen.
"I heard you got the highest but tied with an Eriol Hiiragizawa," Tomoyo's ears perked up at the
mention of the name. Kazuma smiled to himself. "Score!" he told himself silently.
"Yeah I did," Tomoyo seemed to snap out of her reverie. Replacing her frown into a brilliant
smile, she turned toward her concerned friend. "Don't worry about it, I'm okay."
Kazuma let out a sigh. "If you say so, Daidouji..." but deep in his heart he knew Tomoyo was not
okay. She was competitive even if she didn't look like it at all. "So what flavor do you want?"
"The usual, a scoop of-"
"-rocky road and another scoop for vanilla. Yeah, yeah I know." Kazuma smirked. He knew her too
well even if they had just met a few weeks ago.
Tomoyo pouted. "Hey, no fair!" she crossed her slim arms across her chest. She was frowning but
inside she was smiling. At least she could forget her problems for a little longer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the living room inside the Victorian house outside Tokyo, Eriol Hiiragizawa was having a
conversation over the phone with his mother. By the look on his face he seemed glad to hear his
parent's voice.
"Did they accept you, dear?" came the calm yet worried tone of Fennis Hiiragizawa.
"Yes, mother. I've even found an apartment near the university."
"Really? That's good. Call me when you move in, okay?"
"Sure. Do you want to speak to obaasan?" Eriol asked uncertain. There was a pause then the other
line replied.
"Why not? Is she there?"
"Not at the moment." The answer was something she did not expect.
"Oh, well tell her I said hi." Disappointment was in her voice. "Goodbye then. Sorry about making
you attend college in a foreign land."
Eriol nodded. He didn't blame his mother for making him go to Tokyo. "It's fine. Besides, it was
father's idea."
"Well, he always had the weirdest ideas but that's the reason why I love him..."
"Yeah...tell him his son called, okay?" He could almost see his mother smirking over the phone.
"I think I can arrange that. Take care." And at that, Fennis hung up.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Across town, in a classic Japanese restaurant, Tomoyo was engaged in a conversation with her
mother.
"How did the exam go?" Sonomi asked her child who was sipping tea.
Tomoyo set her cup down before replying. "It was alright."
"How were the results?" Sonomi didn't like simple answers.
"They were satisfying..." Tomoyo didn't like to brag to her mother even though she was fighting
back the urge to do so.
Sonomi sighed. "What's wrong with you honey? I'm sure you got higher grades than satisfying."
"I got the highest." There she had said it. Instead of feeling a bit of guilt the girl actually
felt better.
"I knew you could do it." There was a smile on Sonomi's face, one filled with pride.
Tomoyo felt uncomfortable all of the sudden. Was it because she felt guilty about not being the
only one on top? She knew she couldn't get any score higher than her current grade. 'You're being
selfish.' She mentally berated herself. But it wasn't her fault that she was feeling this...or
was it?
"I'm so proud of you, dear." Her mother was praising her. Tomoyo smiled. She liked to be praised.
Ever since she was a toddler. Maybe that was the reason why she was feeling guilty. She could
almost hear her mother's voice back then. 'We have high expectations of you...' And these
expectations she tried to meet.
~~~Tsuzuku~~~
Author's Notes: How did it go? Want me to continue? Want me to stop? Drop a review so I would get
the picture!
By: Na-chan
Disclaimer: I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura and some other stuff on this fic. They belong to
someone else.
Chapter 1: Life on the Top
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The cool evening breeze whipped her lovely face, causing her to shiver. But she had to stay; she
had to see the town since it would be the last time. She'd never see it like this again, not
through the same perspective she had at the moment. The lights illuminated the dark sky, making
the stars jealous at their faint yet colorful glimmer. She smiled faintly, her cheeks pink from
the cold. "I'll be back." She whispered, letting the wind carry her voice.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Months later
"What time is it?" the ebony haired girl asked groggily. No answer. Then she remembered. She
wasn't in Tomoeda anymore. She wasn't home at all. She mentally berated herself for not getting
used to the fact that she was now living alone in Tokyo. College life was very different from
high school. Waking up at this unholy hour to study was one thing she wasn't used to at all.
Midterms were in a week and she wasn't 100% prepared. She had moved from Tomoeda with high hopes
that she would be able to study harder if she lived nearer her university in the capital. The
first week didn't go as planned but she had managed.
"Okay! Better get started." She was trying to psyche herself up. Getting up from her bed, she
opened the lampshade she had on her mahogany study table. Stacks of papers were placed neatly on
one side while the other side held her thick books. Taking her notebook from the drawer, she
studied until dawn. She wasn't going to make her move go to waste.
A week later...
"Hey, Daidouji!" Tomoyo didn't need to turn around to see who had greeted her. She knew the voice
instantly. Plastering a smile, she faced the blonde boy who had called her. "Hey to you too."
Kazuma Ikegami grinned, showing his white teeth. "How'd it go with the test? I thought it was a
killer."
"It was okay," The girl replied, lying. The test was hard, but she wasn't going to tell that to
just anyone especially Kazuma. Knowing him, he'd probably tease her about losing her touch.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Hmm...if I didn't know you I'd say you were lying," He
whispered, a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Ikegami!" Tomoyo swatted Kazuma with her books. He in turn, laughed heartily. This was pretty
much how things went on with them. Some who didn't know them had mistaken them to be together but
those who did said otherwise. Tomoyo was like a little sister to Kazuma and besides; he was head
over heels in love with a certain Tsubasa Shinobiki.
People looked at them oddly. Model students like the two were supposed to be examples to the
whole student body. If this was the kind of behavior they were showing, how else for the other
students who weren't as gifted as them?
"Stop laughing like that," Tomoyo hissed. "People are staring," She added, voice barely above a
whisper.
Kazuma raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Tell them to mind their own beeswax."
Tomoyo repressed the urge to giggle. Sometimes he could be so obnoxious. Regaining her composure,
she smiled forcibly at the on looking students. It was embarrassing-the top student of the
University of Tokyo goofing around. 'I hope this doesn't change their image of me...'
"Well, see you later...I guess." He winked as if to say, "Don't worry about it." The girl was too
conscious about what others thought of her.
She smiled lightly. "Yeah." Waving, she walked away from the prying eyes of the students and left
the campus.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the Dean's office...
An eighteen-year-old lad sat on the wood chair. It was uncomfortable in a seat such as this,
especially when you were here for doing something against the rules. But he was here on a
different matter, so he need not worry about him being the uncomfortable one. Sitting across
from him, at the oak desk was a thin old man with white hair. The Dean was the one uncomfortable
with the position.
"Hiiragizawa Eriol, I presume. I am the headmaster of this university-" he was cut off abruptly
by Eriol.
"Dean Hako Minazuki, I've heard. I'm sorry if I'm being rude but I would like to know if you plan
on accepting me in this university," The young man said coolly. He was in a hurry-he still had an interview
with another university.
The old man smiled at the boy. He understood the situation Eriol was going through. "Ah, yes. But
we don't have a recommendation...it is the middle of the semester."
Eriol pulled out an envelope from his pocket. It was from his former university in England. "I
hope this meets your needs. I also have the list of my past achievements." He held up another
envelope, much bigger and bulkier than the first.
The dean took the legal sized envelope from the lad. Opening the said article, he scanned his
eyes quickly on the document. There were numerous words of praise for the boy in the letter.
'Eriol is very exceptional, he is one of England's finest...' With words such as these the dean
couldn't resist the urge to accept him.
"I see everything is in order. Welcome to the University of Tokyo," The aged man finally said.
He extended his hand to Eriol who shook it.
After that little handshake, Hako had thought the young man would leave. Instead, Eriol has sat
down again and asked him why he hadn't looked at the other envelope. The headmaster was silent at
that when an idea struck him.
"Hiiragizawa, I don't want to see plain writings on paper. I want to see you in action. There are
a few tests I want you take..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two weeks later...
It was noon and Tomoyo Daidouji had just come from her class in Physics. Walking down the noisy
hallway, she noticed a crowd gathering by the bulletin board. Recognizing one of the students in
the crowd as Tsubasa Shinobiki, she tapped her friend lightly on the back.
"Tomoyo! Have you seen the scores yet?" Tsubasa asked smiling brightly. Tomoyo couldn't help but
smile back.
"Nope," the amethyst-eyed girl replied, shaking her head, making her long tresses bob from their
ponytail bind.
"Yeah, me too. This crowd's been blocking the way." Tsubasa tried to make her way to the bulletin
board pulling Tomoyo along. At the sight of Tomoyo making her way to the score sheet, the crowd
broke apart as if to make way. The girl smiled gratefully at the students but couldn't help but
notice their curious looks.
"Come on, Daidouji!" Tsubasa was getting impatient.
"Aah." Tomoyo replied as she walked toward the test results, hoping she had gotten the highest
score again. The only person she could guess getting the highest score other than her was Kazuma
Ikegami.
When she had reached the results, Tsubasa was practically glowing. "I got into the top 20," She
whispered to Tomoyo. Tomoyo in turn, flashed her a smile as if to say congratulations. Scanning
the results quickly, she was not pleased when she had seen that she was tied for first place with
someone who wasn't Kazuma. The name Hiiragizawa Eriol was neatly printed on the sheet of paper
beside hers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What score did you get, Daidouji?" Kazuma had asked her for the third time. He was walking with
her to go for some ice cream.
Tomoyo didn't respond. She was too deep in her thoughts. A small frown was growing on her
beautiful features, a frown not so often seen.
"I heard you got the highest but tied with an Eriol Hiiragizawa," Tomoyo's ears perked up at the
mention of the name. Kazuma smiled to himself. "Score!" he told himself silently.
"Yeah I did," Tomoyo seemed to snap out of her reverie. Replacing her frown into a brilliant
smile, she turned toward her concerned friend. "Don't worry about it, I'm okay."
Kazuma let out a sigh. "If you say so, Daidouji..." but deep in his heart he knew Tomoyo was not
okay. She was competitive even if she didn't look like it at all. "So what flavor do you want?"
"The usual, a scoop of-"
"-rocky road and another scoop for vanilla. Yeah, yeah I know." Kazuma smirked. He knew her too
well even if they had just met a few weeks ago.
Tomoyo pouted. "Hey, no fair!" she crossed her slim arms across her chest. She was frowning but
inside she was smiling. At least she could forget her problems for a little longer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the living room inside the Victorian house outside Tokyo, Eriol Hiiragizawa was having a
conversation over the phone with his mother. By the look on his face he seemed glad to hear his
parent's voice.
"Did they accept you, dear?" came the calm yet worried tone of Fennis Hiiragizawa.
"Yes, mother. I've even found an apartment near the university."
"Really? That's good. Call me when you move in, okay?"
"Sure. Do you want to speak to obaasan?" Eriol asked uncertain. There was a pause then the other
line replied.
"Why not? Is she there?"
"Not at the moment." The answer was something she did not expect.
"Oh, well tell her I said hi." Disappointment was in her voice. "Goodbye then. Sorry about making
you attend college in a foreign land."
Eriol nodded. He didn't blame his mother for making him go to Tokyo. "It's fine. Besides, it was
father's idea."
"Well, he always had the weirdest ideas but that's the reason why I love him..."
"Yeah...tell him his son called, okay?" He could almost see his mother smirking over the phone.
"I think I can arrange that. Take care." And at that, Fennis hung up.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Across town, in a classic Japanese restaurant, Tomoyo was engaged in a conversation with her
mother.
"How did the exam go?" Sonomi asked her child who was sipping tea.
Tomoyo set her cup down before replying. "It was alright."
"How were the results?" Sonomi didn't like simple answers.
"They were satisfying..." Tomoyo didn't like to brag to her mother even though she was fighting
back the urge to do so.
Sonomi sighed. "What's wrong with you honey? I'm sure you got higher grades than satisfying."
"I got the highest." There she had said it. Instead of feeling a bit of guilt the girl actually
felt better.
"I knew you could do it." There was a smile on Sonomi's face, one filled with pride.
Tomoyo felt uncomfortable all of the sudden. Was it because she felt guilty about not being the
only one on top? She knew she couldn't get any score higher than her current grade. 'You're being
selfish.' She mentally berated herself. But it wasn't her fault that she was feeling this...or
was it?
"I'm so proud of you, dear." Her mother was praising her. Tomoyo smiled. She liked to be praised.
Ever since she was a toddler. Maybe that was the reason why she was feeling guilty. She could
almost hear her mother's voice back then. 'We have high expectations of you...' And these
expectations she tried to meet.
~~~Tsuzuku~~~
Author's Notes: How did it go? Want me to continue? Want me to stop? Drop a review so I would get
the picture!
