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Full (Working) Summary:

Sometimes people rip apart or sew closer. Tomoyo and Sakura stayed cousins and never best friends. Their personalities mis-matched. Loud and popular Sakura. Nobody ever thought she was related to the mousy designer heiress, Tomoyo. Their counterpart: Meiling and Syaoran. Every time the stiletto-clacking Mei was in the same room as her fashion disaster cousin, Syaoran, sirens whirled in her head. The fashion police called. Sheriff Eriol proceeds, "You have the right to wear Ralph Lauren. Every thing you can, do, and say will have girls falling to your feet."

In one knotted thread, together they untangle their designs.

Word Count: 5,000~

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Sketch 1: Pleasure Meeting You, Again

I'm looking for a saw to cut these chains in half and all I want is

Someone to rely on as

Thunder comes a rolling down

Someone to rely on as

Lightning comes a staring in again

- To Binge, Gorillaz feat. Little Dragon

On a cold, dark, stormy night, the thunder rolled, lightning crashed, and Sakura held her dog, Kero. That's how it usually starts. Sakura predicted at any moment that this was the part where her small, cozy house would black-out. Then, suddenly, the psycho-ass killer would chase her around her small house and kill her and Kero and everything would be blamed on a freak accident that happened on a cold, dark, stormy night.

In reality, the lights didn't fuse out…Yet. Although, it should have. Her poor father had a high electricity bill to pay; simply because his daughter flipped on every light in the house before watching a scary movie by herself.

She snuggled deeper in her couch and held Kero closer until he squeaked. She jumped at his frantic squeal, while he wiggled out of her grip into Kami-sama-knows-where. His tiny dog footsteps pitter-pattered across the tiles, until-

THUD!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

She shrieked. She jumped. Goosebumps crawled. She slapped her hands over her face and plopped on her couch. What the hell was that thud?!

Okay, maybe she's being a bit dramatic. Perhaps Kero slammed into a wall. It happens. Kero came back, barking at the intruder that could have possibly harmed Sakura, but he found none. Just as dogs do, he sensed her vulnerability and climbed on the couch, snuggling up beside his owner. Good dog.

"Sorry, Kero," she rubbed his head. His eyes squinted and blinked. He yawned and slowly drifted off to sleep. It was about time Sakura went to sleep, too. But how could she sleep when she just watched some ape-shit scary movie all alone? She thought it'd be weird and funny, like The Rocky Horror Picture Show. She read the synopsis for Hausu and she yearned to watch the part where the floating head bites the character's buttocks but she got more than she bargained for. Sakura shook her head and finally went up to her VCR and pressed eject. She clasped the rental video case shut and snuggled with Kero.

Her eyelids grew heavy. Her mother used to tell her that fairies sprinkled their fairy dust on her eyelids and that's why they felt heavy. Sakura smiled. Almost there. Nearly dreamland. But the thunder still rolled. More lightning strikes. Sakura glared and her eyes flew open. She wasn't going to get any sleep tonight. But that's okay. Summer wasn't over. Not yet. She had all the time in the world to fix her sleep schedule. At least, until two weeks from now. Ugh. School.

Knock. Knock.

Sakura squirmed on the couch. That wasn't somebody at the door, was it? It was a very faint knock. It could have been the trees brushing up against the window in the stormy night. She stayed frozen but her heartbeat granted the opposite. Maybe if she stayed still "the visitor" would leave. They wouldn't hear a peep. They would leave. Yeah, that's right. Wait, maybe there isn't even a visitor. It's two in the morning. Who would knock at two in the damn morning? Who would be out in the rain and storm in two in the damn morning? Yeah, that's right. Nobody. She was just hallucinating because she's so sleepy.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

Ugh. She has a doorbell.

Wait. A damn visitor awaits at two in the damn morning in the damn stormy night?!

Kero barked and growled. He jumped and dashed to the door.

THUD!

Okay, that's it. Her dog can't be so clumsy to run into walls all the time.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

Kero barked and growled.

"Quit it," she shouted at no one in particular. She was getting more pissed than scared. She has a doorbell for crying out loud! Scrambling out of her comfy position on the couch, she shuffled to the door. "Oh," she chuckled, "So, that's where the thudding came from." Her suitcases lay in the foyer, unpacked and knocked down.

DING DONG!

Kero barked and growled.

"There ya go!" she shook her head and chuckled. Found the doorbell! She gripped the doorknob and paused. Who is this damn visitor that awaits at two in the damn morning in the damn stormy night?! It's the killer. It's the ghost. Sakura Kinomoto shall die tonight.

Kero barked and barked. Normally, Sakura would've yelled at Kero and aim a shoe at him; but in this case, she let him bark and growl. She whispered at the barking dog, her final words, "Okay, Kero. Just wanna let you know that I love you, but I'm still not sorry for all the times I ever threw a shoe at you. You deserved it."

He barked as Sakura unlocked and gripped the doorknob. She turned the knob. It clicked and unlatched. Slowly, she opened the door and let her foot nudge the growling Kero out of the way. Through the little slit between the door and the frame, rain stormed and the winds howled, thrashing the trees. Kero's barking: overtaken with the storm's threats. He was still faintly heard. At Sakura's front porch, she gasped. From the head hung low was a curtain of dripping, black hair, an awfully damp trenchcoat to boots. Sakura squinted. Designer boots?

The head held itself high and took a pale hand from beneath the curtain of hair. It flipped the curtain of hair. As some water flew to her face, Sakura jerked. She wiped away the drops of rain. Sakura reached beside the wall to flip on the porch light and adjusted to the sight.

"M-Mei?"

Water dripped from her beautiful, pale face. She ran a hand through her dark, black hair and bent down to collect her long strands. She wrung her hair and smirked her infamous Li smirk, "So, you're back, huh?"

…

Meanwhile, at two in the damn morning, Tomoyo entered a nearly empty, smoky lounge. She shivered and cradled herself as she adjusted to the artificial heat. A bartender glanced at her before moving on to wipe his area of the counter. She would have sat at the counter, but she was frozen at the door. She's not even lawfully allowed in places like this, but the bartenders glanced and moved on. She was dripping wet. She probably looked like a poor puppy.

A barista, who previously tended a customer, eyed the newcomer, and strolled around the island counter. She leaned on the counter and smiled, "Hey, honey. How 'bout you sit right here?" She patted the counter as her new, dripping customer shuffled to the bar stool. The barista wiped her area and grinned, "Needed shelter, huh?"

"Yes, ma'am," She blushed. She shouldn't sound so young at a place like this but she went on, "I'm really sorry. I know shouldn't be anywhere near places such as this, but-"

"Oh, that's alright, sweetie," the barista waved a hand to dismiss her comment, "You look so cold. I'll fix you a drink. Believe it or not, we sell warm drinks here. It's on me until you're old enough." The barista winked, "What's your name, hun? I'm Chikako," she tapped her name tag, "Don't worry, I won't put it on your tab."

"Tomoyo," she blushed and fiddled with her fingers. She didn't bother with her last name. Chikako might recognize it. What female doesn't know of DD? Daidouji Designer?

"Well, Tomoyo, we have a limited selection of warm drinks. Black coffee or green tea? I think tea would be nice, don't you think?" Chikako grinned. Tomoyo nodded. She figured Chikako was merely saving her the trouble of choosing between such bitter, adult tastes. Yet, the young girl sipped even bitter tastes from green tea to white wine, but Tomoyo preferred tea. Chikako tapped the counter, "I'll be right back, hun."

Tomoyo braided her fingers, warming them up. She scanned the lounge. Some bartenders caught her eye and nodded, silently allowing her in the lounge, satisfied one of their friendliest was tending to her. Men in their mid-life crisis vainly flirt with the experienced baristas. Bar flies sat, their backs drooped as bartenders engaged them in minor conversations. Bartenders handed customers the bill and dropped a coin in the jukebox every once in awhile to strike up a song to their liking. Some smoked, but Tomoyo didn't mind. Beside the fact that it filled her with a vacant feeling, reminding her of an absent father. Funny thing is it wasn't daddy problems that led Tomoyo to ignore her morals and step into a 21-and-older bar lounge.

"Here."

She gasped. He raised a hand to his forehead to brush away his dark hair from his glasses. His facial features were hard and behind his glasses, his blue eyes smiled. A foreigner with maybe a touch of Japanese, she noted. He smiled and raised his brows, holding up a towel, "Chikako's busy getting the tea urn in the backroom but she told me to give this to you."

"Thank you," she cradled the towel and patted her face. He sat on the bar stool next to her and watched. Although the towel messed into a wet rag within seconds, she wrung her hair, anyway.

She faintly smiled and muttered again, "Thank you."

"It's nothing," Behind his glasses, his eyes inquired, but his mouth beat him to it, "You're underage, too."

"Ah, too?" she cocked her head to the side. His voice sounded past the point of puberty.

"Bless you," He chuckled and spun in his bar stool. Chikako came around with a cardboard cup in hand and they smiled at each other as Tomoyo muttered a thank you, "Here you go, sweetie. Anything I can get for you, H?"

Tomoyo cradled the cup and let the warmth seep through her fingers. She sipped, watching H and Chikako converse.

"No, thank you, Chikako. I'm good." He smiled and tapped his glass of colorful substances as Chikako nodded. She turned to Tomoyo, "Now, I don't want you leaving until you finish your tea, ya hear?"

Tomoyo-with her cup midway to her mouth-nodded. Chikako smiled as a big sister would and cleaned the inner counter.

The said 'H' turned to Tomoyo and smiled politely, sensing her tense. Tomoyo learned not to be too friendly with strangers. She was never told about the ones she met in bars; but this time, she heeded the morals and manners she ignored a moment ago. He watched her tense and fidget in her bar stool, but he spoke anyhow, "Quite the tempest today, isn't it?" He saw her nod in the corner of her eye, "But you were out there. If I remember correctly, Circle Bar is far from Tomoeda's suburbia."

"I frequent the metropolis for business purposes," she sipped and sighed. She didn't catch his eyebrows rising at such a formal answer, but even if it did sound formal, the young girl was callous to it. She had to talk this way as a Daidouji. But to lie, well, that was only as Tomoyo would.

"Ah," he nodded and sipped his drink.

She felt the need to speak up, "But this time, it wasn't." His glass was still poised to his mouth. He glanced from the corner of his eye as she spoke, "This time, I-uh-it was," she sighed, "complicated."

"Alright, then."

"B-but I do frequent the metropolis for business. I mean, today I met up with my mother and her associates to discuss my portfolio, but later I met up with a friend," she paused. Never in her life has she rambled about her personal life to a total stranger. In a bar at that.

He nodded and turned to her, face-to-face, his blue eyes inquiring again, "Tell me more."

"Um," she tapped a finger to her chin and when she came to, she cast her eyes down, "but my friend had to meet up with someone."

"I was talking about your portfolio. I don't care about your friend."

She raised a brow with her mouth agape. How rude. But he looked callous to any offense he made. She stuttered, "I-uh, my portfolio. Well, I design."

"Hmm."

"Haute couture clothes or ready-to-wear. Formal or semi-formal. Anything I feel."

He grunted. She glared and pouted at her cup. She sipped away at her tea. It wasn't until she heard an impolite slurping sound out of her mouth that she noticed she was done with her drink. Why did he even come and talk to her anyway? Yet, she had the strangest urge to prove to him. To prove that she was as interesting as she definitely knew she was, "The gold and platinum tower with 36 stories is where I frequent," she gestured a rectangle and he finally turned to her. She went on, "You know that one? It's gorgeous."

"The one with the high ceiling and chandelier, right?" Wow, he talks.

"Yes, that one!"

He smirked, "All of them have a high ceiling and chandelier."

She pouted and hunched, "Oh."

"The one with the stained glass at the top floor, right?"

She slightly glared and cautiously answered, "Yes."

He nodded, "It's beautiful. Modern outside but a taste of Romanesque architecture when you step inside. I've been there."

"Oh, good! It's a bit gothic and Imperial-like, isn't it?" she gleamed, but he stepped off his bar stool.

He reached into his wallet and pulled out a tip for the counter, "Wanna get out of here?"

…

"I feel like I've been bitch-slapped, I swear. My life sucks. What a bitch. Ugh."

"Life's a bitch," Sakura sighed and handed Meiling a cup of tea. Almost routinely, Meiling grabbed her spoon, reached for the sugar jar, and scooped two teaspoons of sugar. She sipped, "Chamomile."

Sakura chuckled, "Yeah."

Meiling grinned before pouting again. She glared at her new suede boots by the heater. The color began fading. She read the weather report earlier but she wore her boots anyway. She promised herself to be cautious, but she granted herself the opposite. The only thing that cheered her up was the nostalgia that flooded her senses. Sakura's house was just as it had been two years ago. Mustard yellow walls and easter-egg pink curtains here and there. Smaller than she remembered but that's because she grew up. Kero grew. Sakura grew. Sakura's hair was still in a bob but it was still cute enough to suit her. The old grandfather clock still ticked in the kitchen. The Chamomile that Sakura always kept handy wafted into her nose. Meiling sighed.

"Hitomi's a bitch," Meiling continued.

Sakura grunted. Just as Meiling remembered, Sakura wasn't one to gossip, but Meiling knew her old friend was like any other girl that yearned for some smack talk with a perky ear.

Meiling scoffed, "Her tongue was down his throat and she looked right at me. Disgusting. She frenches with her eyes open."

"Crazy," Sakura shook her head. Kero pitter-pattered across the linoleum tiles and wagged his tail at Meiling. She patted his head as she went on, "I knew she was up to something. She didn't wanna hang out when I came back from China. And I saw her at the mall last week and the little tramp was with some guys from TA." She scoffed, "That little bitch pretended she didn't know me."

"You've been duped."

"I know, right?" Meiling sipped her tea and nodded her chin at the suitcases in the foyer, "So, you're back, but where's your hot tamale of a brother?"

"Still on Seijuu. Honeymooning with Kaho. He's moving out by the end of this week."

"Aw, well , that's nice. Did you get back to the mainland today?"

"I took the last trip at eight and came back at ten. I went to the rental store and picked up a movie. Hausu. Have you seen it?"

"Scary shit, man."

"Damn right."

They smiled and dashed to the couch. Sakura popped the tape into the VCR.

…

Tomoyo yawned and stretched. She smiled lazily at the view from the wall-converted window. She liked Hiira's taste in apartment décor. Very mod and simple. But strangely, it leaned toward a place of design than one of comfort. Far from the metropolis and set in the outskirts of Tomoeda's suburbia, yet the metropolis' lights-green, yellew, red, blue, purple, pink-still shone bright despite the rain.

The warm apartment made her eyelids heavy. When Tomoyo was little, and her mother wasn't too busy, she stayed in Tomoyo's room until she was asleep. She used to say that was when fairies sprinkled their fairy dust to make her sleep. She touched the cold window and smiled.

"Tomoyo, is it?"

She turned around. H set a tray with a teapot and crystal-clear cups on his coffee table. She gripped her wet dress and bit her lip. She knew she shouldn't get in a car with a total stranger, but at the bar, when H opened the passenger door of his Mercedes Benz, she plugged her mind's ear to her conscious voice. She sat down and brushed her hair behind her ear, "Yes, it's Tomoyo."

"Great, I'm Hiira, by the way." He set bundled forms of dried blossoms into each of their cups.

"Short for?"

"No, let's call it long. Long for H," he bent down beside Tomoyo in front of the coffee table and gestured to the teapot, "Will you do me the honors?"

She reached for the teapot, "Is this what I think it is?"

"I don't know, Tomoyo. You tell me," he shrugged and stretched his arm on his leather couch. His arm by her shoulders, his thigh next to hers, but tonight, she couldn't care less.

She poised her wrist with the teapot over each cup. The cups soon filled with steaming water to the brim. She smiled, then bit her lip as she watched the flower unbundle and bloom in the steaming water. The water darkened into a golden taupe. She laid the teapot on the table and cradled the cup. The smell wafted into her nose. She sighed, "Jasmine."

"Ah," he cradled his own cup and sipped, "Experienced in tea culture?"

"No, I've just witnessed flowering Jasmine tea once to classify it at the instant," she sipped, "It's good."

He sat up on his couch, laid his teacup on his table, and stared her in the eye. She smiled. He whispered, "I only have the best."

She wondered if that was an advance and if it was, she decided to ignore it, "Yes, it's very good," she inquired about something she wondered since she met him, "You said you were underage, too."

He cleared his throat, sat back, and stretched his arms over his couch again, "Yes, I went in for shelter, too. I didn't think I'd find one of my own age in there, but all is well that ends well."

"People only say that when they've triumphed from an unfortunate situation," she finished the last of her tea and laid the cup on the table. She braided her hands on her lap and adjusted to face him.

"Ah," he chuckled, "You're an observant one. Although, I wouldn't say triumphed."

"What happened?" she cocked her head to the side.

"I should be asking you that."

"You said you didn't care about my friend."

"So, it's about your friend."

"Uh," she sighed, "Yes."

She cautioned herself, wondering if he would interrupt her again. She gripped her fingers, bracing herself. She went for it, "Well, today, I finally decided to confess my feelings for him."

"Ah," he scratched his cheek, looking elsewhere. She noted his calculated space-cadet frequencies. She glared as he yawned. He continued, hazy eyed, "Did you?"

"I did," she replied, glaring, but not to anything in particular.

"Did you achieve your intended effect?"

She failed to meet his eyes. Her own prepared to smother her with tears. He reached for his table and grabbed a remote. He aimed and pushed a button. Suddenly, a mellow, tropical-like song sounded in a stereo from the other side of the living room.

She laughed, "Elton John?"

He reached for his tea and sipped, "I like him."

"Well, that was so unexpected," She added, finally out of her trance, "Do you always do this? Pop out the flowering tea and play Elton John to get the mood right?"

"To get the mood right? For what?" He stretched on the couch again with a smirk.

"For," her breath hitched in her throat. Really? For what? She tried to make him catch her drift "That's why you bring girls home. In order to do these things. You're underage but you've got your own place. I don't see any trace of anyone else. Thus, you have the freedom to take girls home and…do stuff."

He laughed, "I just moved in. But even so, yes, I do live alone."

Alone. She pitied him. He lived alone. She lived alone but there were still people that came home to her.

He continued and brushed away his black hair from his glasses, "What were you expecting? That I'd sweep you off your feet and into the bedroom?"

She blushed. Was she wrong? But even if she was right, she didn't want that thing to happen. That thing. Or maybe she did want it to happen. She was lonely after all. Her eyes drifted elsewhere and goosebumps crawled on her skin as if Hiira's heater turned off. Her best friend ditched her for another. She confessed. 'I like you,' she said earlier that night, right in the pouring rain, 'for the longest time, but I couldn't tell you. Yet, I cannot do nothing with this feeling'. Her best friend pitied her. Even with pity, his beautiful face still managed to glow under the streetlight. Mr. strong-but-silent. The one that all the girls drooled over but he never took the time to talk to them. He was the only one that talked to her despite the dreary way she dressed that contrasted with all the wealth she possessed. Tonight, she even dressed nice for him. She rushed to the salon, had her hair curled. She even used one of her designs. Her best lavender tea length dress with patent-leather, black stilettos. Unfortunately, he didn't see the full effect as it was covered with a trenchcoat and the rain ruined her hair. 'I'm sorry. My girlfriend needs me', he said. Out of nowhere, he says he has a girlfriend and he dashes off as valiantly as a knight into the rain and she's left alone. Walking in the rain, numb to the cold sting striking her skin. That wasn't Tomoyo. She was graceful and poised. She's a lady. And ladies never confess, first. To leave so quickly, he must have wanted to leave her with dignity. But Tomoyo didn't feel any dignified being degraded to let a stranger ride her to his place.

Too much happened tonight and she couldn't take it all in. She wished she could sleep right then and there in some stranger's expensive, but cozy penthouse. Her eyes grew hazy but she stared at Hiira, face-to-face, with a longing look, "That wasn't it?"

He blinked, unsure of what he heard or what it meant from her lips. She looked sleepy but satisfied a moment ago, then in her entranced state she looked tired as if she fought an inner battle and lost. Now, she looked a little lusty to him or maybe it was just his hormones decoding her incorrectly. An Adele song played throughout the room and she turned away and bit her lip.

Daydreamer
Sitting on the sea
Soaking up the sun

And then she gets news that her father earned a shorter sentence for good behavior. Within three months, just in time for Christmas, she won't have to visit him in a dreary prison visiting center. But how is she going to face him when her mother told her not to?

He is a real lover
Of making up the past
And feeling up his girl
Like he's never felt her figure before

He stood to his feet and picked up the tray to disappear into the kitchen. She heard dishes clink and the sink run on and off. He came back with his hands in his pockets. He leaned on the doorframe, watching the entranced girl, "Do you like Adele, Tomoyo?"

A jaw dropper
Looks good when he walks
Is the subject of their talk

She nodded and sighed. He noted her regress into defeated-battle mode. She fished her trenchcoat pocket for a scrunchie and collected her hair into a bun. She sat back and gathered her legs together on the couch. Her head laid back, she brushed away her bangs from her forehead, closed her eyes and opened her ears to the rain and Adele.

He would be hard to chase
But good to catch
And he could change the world
With his hands behind his back

Her mother flew to Singapore for a fashion show and she isn't close enough with anybody to ask for advice in this situation. What is she doing here? She doesn't know, except that she's a good girl and nobody really cares. Mother's too busy, father's out of the question, Sakura was just a cousin-not a best friend and her best friend-well, he was just as out-of-the-question as her father.

You can find him sittin' on your doorstep
Waiting for a surprise

She felt the leather couch degrade and his warmth seep through the leather to her skin. They don't touch. But the warmth is intimate enough to make her turn her head at him. He pitifully raised his brows. He managed to smile into straight-lips. It failed to reach his eyes as if emphatically understanding everything she's going through.

She smiled in return for his pity, "So, you don't take girls home?"

"I take them home to their house."

She closed her eyes and whispered, "What a gentleman."

He whispered in return, "Shall I take you home?"

She pouted and swallowed the lump in her throat, "Listen, Hiira. I usually don't do these kinds of things. I never do this. Letting a stranger take me to their place, consume Jasmine tea, listen to Elton John and Adele, and then let them charm me when they've barely done anything worthy. If I were to do this kind of thing, I never imagined it with you."

"That friend of yours. He's lucky. But not lucky enough to be your significant other."

Tomoyo once again swallowed the lump in her throat but a tear escaped. She wiped it away and nodded. "Really? Who's the unlucky one?" she asked. She was unfortunate enough not to be the girlfriend, just lucky enough to be the friend.

And he will feel like he's been there for hours
And you can tell that he'll be there for life

He reached and cupped her face. His thumb stroked her cheek and she let him edge closer. Noses just inches away, she suddenly leaned her mouth to her arm. He jumped as she sneezed. Her arm over her reddened cheeks, she mumbled, "Sorry."

He chuckled, still cupping her cheek, "It's fine." Instead, he kissed her forehead. Soft, warm, and chaste.

She read her watch. Nearly dawn. She could just stay with Hiira. What's the point in going to an empty mansion at daybreak? She's been in his place for nearly two hours. What difference does it make?

"Hiira," she managed to speak as his hand slid to her shoulder, his thumb stroking her collarbone.

"Tomoyo."

To his surprise, she cupped his face and kissed his cheek. She ran a hand through his dark, black hair while he traveled a hand between her shoulder blades, the other to the small of her back. She let him lay her down on the couch as he placed his knee between her legs. He propped his elbows on each side of her while letting her bun loose, releasing her long, wavy hair. They stared into each other's eyes and that's when he noticed her eyes had a hint of purple, almost Elizabeth Taylor-like. They yearned. Her heart hurt but not from her best friend's rejection, but from longing. Was it Hiira or her best friend that she wanted? All she knew is that she wanted to make time stop. She stroked her thumb on the back of his neck. She whispered, "I-I, Hiira-"

"Shh," he edged closer to her face but she spoke again, "No, Hiira-"

He stopped at her refusal while her cheeks reddened. She bit her lip, "-I've never had my first kiss before."

He blinked as if analyzing whether or not she was urging him to take her first kiss. He endearingly smiled and edged closer again. She didn't know if this was the part where she was supposed to turn her head to the right as sociologists have previously recorded that 80% of people usually turn to, or if she was supposed to pucker her lips. If she was, then how much puckering would she have to do? But instead of the kiss on the lips she was waiting for, Hiira gingerly kissed her cheek and let his warm lips linger on her cold skin.

He came up to stare her in the eyes as he edged again. His lips nearly came in contact with hers, with his warm breath he whispered, "Then, I won't be the one to take it away."

Swiftly, he released himself from her. He stood to his feet. Her mouth agape, she watched him walk into a room. Was that it? Mind over matter, her lips were swollen at the kiss she was expecting. Despite Hiira kissing one cheek, both of her cheeks were heated. She sat up and eyed her trenchcoat and the weather outside. The rain still pounded. Would it be worth it to leave? Suddenly, Hiira came back with a pillow and a fleece blanket. He handed it to her and took off his glasses. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, "You can sleep here if you like. I promise I won't do anything to you but if it's the other way around, then too bad." He pointed his thumb at the room he came out of, "My door will be locked."

He smirked and headed to the room. It wasn't until she heard him close his door and lock the knob that his joke registered in her mind. She scoffed and threw the pillow on the edge of the couch. She stretched the blanket over her and laid her head on some stranger's pillow. His scent lingered in the pillow. It was all over. She couldn't sleep now. The thought that she was so close to her first kiss circled her mind. And to a complete stranger at that. Mr. H for Hiira? Please, it stood for hentai.

She chuckled at her own dumb joke, but her mind prodded her the question: why are you laughing? Your mother is too busy for you. Father doesn't care about his family enough prevent jail time and a divorce. Your best friend-the one you hopelessly thought was your future first kiss, husband, father of your children-has a girlfriend.

Tomoyo watched the rain roll down the window just as a tear rolled down her cheek. The rain pounding outside emulated her pounding head and heart. The fairy dust worked its magic as she closed her eyes.

There's no way I
Could describe him
What I've said is
Just what I'm hoping for

A/N (12/07/14):

Wow, it's been a while. I would like to thank kawaiiangel212 for encouraging me to write again. And if any of you guys were wondering, I modeled Eriol from Ryan Gosling's character in Crazy, Stupid, Love. hehehe

Compared to my other chapter fic, I'm gonna be doing things a little differently now (Check out my profile for more information). Anyway, hoped you enjoyed this chapter!

If you have finals or anything this week/month, good luck and work hard!

(I have finals, too. And I have POP-piles of poop-I still haven't done. Whoops)