Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from CCS (though I wish I did
=p). They belong to CLAMP. *sob* What I DO own is this story. Thank God for
the written word.
Author(ess)'s notes: This is my first fanfic (on ff.net anyway). It sort of never occurred to me that I'd want to write a fic about ExT, at least not until last week anyway when I accidentally "stumbled" across my manga collection of CCS. =p Um.. constructive criticism is welcome (naturally!), but I implore you, no flames please~~ I think I'll wither up and die instantly. Kae... 'nuff said. On with the story we go!
Blind Faith
-Chapter One-
"Daidouji-san, just to let you know, you're up next after Sakamoto-san. Please get ready." The lady garbed in black signaled to Tomoyo, clipboard in hand.
16-year-old Daidouji Tomoyo nodded absently at her and turned back to face the stage, watching the petite girl of barely four years of age innocently picking out "Silent Night" on the piano. Moving closer to the edge of the curtain that hid her from the view of the audience, she smiled fondly at the child's cherubic face framed with locks of golden curls.
'Too bad Sakura-chan and Li-kun couldn't make it for today's rehearsal.' She mused, all too knowing of the aforementioned reaction to "cute things".
She paused to arrange the skirt and blouse of her uniform, and was about to adjust her tie when she heard a loud noise from above her. Out of curiosity, she glanced up and to her horror, saw that one of the many rows of spotlights had come loose, now hanging askew from the ceiling. Behind her she heard the crew members shouting for someone to fix it before it fell, and someone shouted for the little girl on stage to run away before it collapsed on her. Fixing her eyes on the child, Tomoyo realised that the girl's eyes were wide with fear, feet seemingly rooted to the ground. The lights overhead were creaking and the wire holding it up was stretched taut, unable to withstand its weight. It snapped.
Without a moment's hesitation, she ran forward onto the stage and hurled herself at the girl, using her body as a shield from the shattered glass and heated metal. Screams could be heard everywhere as the lights came crashing down to the floor.
As the dust settled, people ran forward to the girls surrounded by the fallen debris, praying that they weren't badly hurt. To their relief, the child was lying there on the ground, only suffering a few mild scratches and bruises, and was now crying for her mother. However, the limp form that lay on the ground, arms still encircling the girl was an entirely different story as blood slowly began to pool around her.
"Someone call for an ambulance!!!"
Tomoyo awoke to the faint sound of a machine beeping, feeling disoriented. A pounding headache assaulted her senses and she was reluctant to open her eyes. The smell of disinfectant filled her nose and she heard someone approach her.
"Tomoyo-chan! I'm so glad you're awake!" Kinomoto Sakura's voice filled the room, and felt her hand being enfolded in another's.
"Sakura-chan? Where am I?" She asked. That was when she felt the bandages covering her head, eyes and hands. She reached up and fingered the soft gauze around her eyes, and memories of the accident at the rehearsal came rushing back to her.
"Oh Tomoyo-chan! You saved a little girl. She was ok, but you got hurt. They brought you to the hospital and you've been in a coma for three days! Everyone was so worried about you!" Sakura burst out crying. Tomoyo was silent for a moment before venturing to ask.
"What happened?"
"You got hit on the head pretty hard, Tomoyo-chan. They had to remove a blood clot." A voice cut in before Sakura could answer.
"Li-kun," Tomoyo murmured. "You're here too. I'm sorry for causing you all to worry. Don't worry, I'll be fine, right?" Silence. Sakura glanced up at Li Syaoran, unsure of what to tell her. Syaoran's face was grim, but he kept his voice light as he assured Tomoyo that everything would be indeed fine after having adequate rest.
"That's good. That way, I will still be able to participate in the Christmas concert, not to mention finish my new fashion design for you, Sakura-chan." Tomoyo sighed in relief and smiled gently. Sakura stifled a sob, and hastily excused herself from the room. Syaoran looked at her retreating back worriedly. Leaning forward to a puzzled Tomoyo, he explained.
"Don't worry Tomoyo-chan, Sakura's just tired out after being here with you since you got hurt. We'll come back to visit you tomorrow. Till then, rest well, okay? I believe that Daidouji-san will be here soon."
Tomoyo nodded at him, heard him move away, and finally, the door clicked shut. She leant back against the pillows, and sighed.
Syaoran exited the room, looking around for Sakura whom he found sitting not too far from Tomoyo's ward. Face buried in her hands, her body jerked with suppressed sobs. He sat down next to her and put and arm around her in an attempt to comfort her. She looked up at him through tear-glazed eyes.
"Syaoran-kun, what are we to do? I couldn't do it. couldn't bring myself to tell her the truth. I just can't! She'll be devastated if she finds out! I just. couldn't do it." She buried her face in Syaoran's shoulder, unable to stop the onslaught of tears that flowed freely down her cheeks.
Syaoran hugged her tightly.
"Sakura-chan. We'll find a way to tell her, and knowing Tomoyo-chan, she'll be strong. I know she will."
Sakura sat at her desk the day after, head resting on her hands, and looking gloomily out the window. Seated next to her was Syaoran, who looked on, unsure of what to say or do. Fifteen minutes later, the bell rang, and their teacher walked through the door. Everyone rushed back to their seats, and prepared to greet him.
"Good morning class. We have a new student with us today, though I have a feeling most of you are already well acquainted with him."
The next thing heard was the sound of a chair being pushed back and crashing to the ground, followed by a resounding "YOU?!"
Hiiragizawa Eriol merely smirked at the gaping Syaoran and bowed before the class.
-End of Chapter One-
Completed: Wednesday, 30th April 2003
*notes: Yes! Finally the completion of chapter one! (OLE!) I still don't think that it's satisfactory, but I guess that it'll have to do for now. I have this nagging feeling that I'll end up revamping this entire chapter, if not editing most parts of it. It's too.. melancholy. Sheesh. I never cease to amaze myself. Please R&R! Once again, spare me the flames! =X
Author(ess)'s notes: This is my first fanfic (on ff.net anyway). It sort of never occurred to me that I'd want to write a fic about ExT, at least not until last week anyway when I accidentally "stumbled" across my manga collection of CCS. =p Um.. constructive criticism is welcome (naturally!), but I implore you, no flames please~~ I think I'll wither up and die instantly. Kae... 'nuff said. On with the story we go!
Blind Faith
-Chapter One-
"Daidouji-san, just to let you know, you're up next after Sakamoto-san. Please get ready." The lady garbed in black signaled to Tomoyo, clipboard in hand.
16-year-old Daidouji Tomoyo nodded absently at her and turned back to face the stage, watching the petite girl of barely four years of age innocently picking out "Silent Night" on the piano. Moving closer to the edge of the curtain that hid her from the view of the audience, she smiled fondly at the child's cherubic face framed with locks of golden curls.
'Too bad Sakura-chan and Li-kun couldn't make it for today's rehearsal.' She mused, all too knowing of the aforementioned reaction to "cute things".
She paused to arrange the skirt and blouse of her uniform, and was about to adjust her tie when she heard a loud noise from above her. Out of curiosity, she glanced up and to her horror, saw that one of the many rows of spotlights had come loose, now hanging askew from the ceiling. Behind her she heard the crew members shouting for someone to fix it before it fell, and someone shouted for the little girl on stage to run away before it collapsed on her. Fixing her eyes on the child, Tomoyo realised that the girl's eyes were wide with fear, feet seemingly rooted to the ground. The lights overhead were creaking and the wire holding it up was stretched taut, unable to withstand its weight. It snapped.
Without a moment's hesitation, she ran forward onto the stage and hurled herself at the girl, using her body as a shield from the shattered glass and heated metal. Screams could be heard everywhere as the lights came crashing down to the floor.
As the dust settled, people ran forward to the girls surrounded by the fallen debris, praying that they weren't badly hurt. To their relief, the child was lying there on the ground, only suffering a few mild scratches and bruises, and was now crying for her mother. However, the limp form that lay on the ground, arms still encircling the girl was an entirely different story as blood slowly began to pool around her.
"Someone call for an ambulance!!!"
Tomoyo awoke to the faint sound of a machine beeping, feeling disoriented. A pounding headache assaulted her senses and she was reluctant to open her eyes. The smell of disinfectant filled her nose and she heard someone approach her.
"Tomoyo-chan! I'm so glad you're awake!" Kinomoto Sakura's voice filled the room, and felt her hand being enfolded in another's.
"Sakura-chan? Where am I?" She asked. That was when she felt the bandages covering her head, eyes and hands. She reached up and fingered the soft gauze around her eyes, and memories of the accident at the rehearsal came rushing back to her.
"Oh Tomoyo-chan! You saved a little girl. She was ok, but you got hurt. They brought you to the hospital and you've been in a coma for three days! Everyone was so worried about you!" Sakura burst out crying. Tomoyo was silent for a moment before venturing to ask.
"What happened?"
"You got hit on the head pretty hard, Tomoyo-chan. They had to remove a blood clot." A voice cut in before Sakura could answer.
"Li-kun," Tomoyo murmured. "You're here too. I'm sorry for causing you all to worry. Don't worry, I'll be fine, right?" Silence. Sakura glanced up at Li Syaoran, unsure of what to tell her. Syaoran's face was grim, but he kept his voice light as he assured Tomoyo that everything would be indeed fine after having adequate rest.
"That's good. That way, I will still be able to participate in the Christmas concert, not to mention finish my new fashion design for you, Sakura-chan." Tomoyo sighed in relief and smiled gently. Sakura stifled a sob, and hastily excused herself from the room. Syaoran looked at her retreating back worriedly. Leaning forward to a puzzled Tomoyo, he explained.
"Don't worry Tomoyo-chan, Sakura's just tired out after being here with you since you got hurt. We'll come back to visit you tomorrow. Till then, rest well, okay? I believe that Daidouji-san will be here soon."
Tomoyo nodded at him, heard him move away, and finally, the door clicked shut. She leant back against the pillows, and sighed.
Syaoran exited the room, looking around for Sakura whom he found sitting not too far from Tomoyo's ward. Face buried in her hands, her body jerked with suppressed sobs. He sat down next to her and put and arm around her in an attempt to comfort her. She looked up at him through tear-glazed eyes.
"Syaoran-kun, what are we to do? I couldn't do it. couldn't bring myself to tell her the truth. I just can't! She'll be devastated if she finds out! I just. couldn't do it." She buried her face in Syaoran's shoulder, unable to stop the onslaught of tears that flowed freely down her cheeks.
Syaoran hugged her tightly.
"Sakura-chan. We'll find a way to tell her, and knowing Tomoyo-chan, she'll be strong. I know she will."
Sakura sat at her desk the day after, head resting on her hands, and looking gloomily out the window. Seated next to her was Syaoran, who looked on, unsure of what to say or do. Fifteen minutes later, the bell rang, and their teacher walked through the door. Everyone rushed back to their seats, and prepared to greet him.
"Good morning class. We have a new student with us today, though I have a feeling most of you are already well acquainted with him."
The next thing heard was the sound of a chair being pushed back and crashing to the ground, followed by a resounding "YOU?!"
Hiiragizawa Eriol merely smirked at the gaping Syaoran and bowed before the class.
-End of Chapter One-
Completed: Wednesday, 30th April 2003
*notes: Yes! Finally the completion of chapter one! (OLE!) I still don't think that it's satisfactory, but I guess that it'll have to do for now. I have this nagging feeling that I'll end up revamping this entire chapter, if not editing most parts of it. It's too.. melancholy. Sheesh. I never cease to amaze myself. Please R&R! Once again, spare me the flames! =X