Hey everyone, this is a new story, and the first one I'm posting, so be kind kay? Also, just warning you, I'm still in this terrible place known as school so updates will probably be extremely rare and with a long break between them because, not only am I in school, I'm also very lazy. Not hiding it :P. Anyway on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters (with the exception of Minato Utitake, Misaka Harada, Maki Hanami and Naru-sensei) and am not making any money writing this story. Don't sue me please, I spent all my money on ice cream and potato chips and whatever guilty pleasures teenage girls aren't supposed to have…
Match made Matchmakers
It was a typical day in Tomoeda Town, a typical school day. That meant everyone who was living in a mile's radius of the Kinomoto residence was treated to a ridiculously loud and shrill 'HOE!'
Sakura Kinomoto at 16 years of age had changed noticeably. She had grown quite a bit (but was still short enough for Touya to put a mug of cocoa on her head) and had become rather curvy. Her hair was still kept short and she still tied it on either side of her head in a childish hairstyle but she had become far more mature and carried herself with far more grace than she had 6 years ago.
She still wasn't able to wake up on time though.
The bottom drawer of a certain table slid open and a groggy looking Kero stuck his head out of the drawer.
"Six years and you'd think she'd learn how to wake up on time by then," muttered the Beast of the Seal. He shrugged helplessly and proceeded to watch the daily thunder-around-getting-dressed-and-tripping-over-air routine.
Downstairs Touya raised an eyebrow at the rattling plates and cutlery. He stared at them. Hard. At about the fourth second of intense staring there was a violent jerk as from upstairs the sound of a slamming door came. Thump thump thump. With each individual thump the cutlery and dished vibrated on the table.
Thump. Touya narrowly caught his fork as it nearly jumped off the table when a small earthquake known as 'Sakura' tore through the house.
Thump-
"Ohayo!" came the cause of vibrating items on the kitchen table cheerfully.
"Ohayo." Right on cue Fujitaka walked into the room, calmly setting down his daughter's food.
Touya took a sip from his mug, pretending to ignore his younger sister. A tick mark appeared on her forehead.
"O-ha-yo o-nii-chan!" she fumed loudly, over emphasizing each syllable. Touya smirked cockily at his younger sibling.
"Ohayo, Kaijuu," that, of course, started the early morning Kinomoto sibling spat, but as many could tell you this was to be expected, it was just a Kinomoto routine for every new day.
In another part of Tomoeda Town a certain Tomoyo Daidouji was having a calm breakfast with her mother.
"You'll be leaving for school soon right dear?" questioned Sonomi Daidouji, calmly taking a sip of her red tea.
"Hai," nodded Tomoyo, daintily buttering a slice of toast. "I'll be waiting for Sakura-chan just outside the park." At the mention of her dear cousin's kawaii little daughter Sonomi was immediately transported to cloud nine.
"Ah…kawaii little Sakura-chan, you must warn me if any suitors try to go after her! I'll beat them into high hell!" Sonomi Daidouji began to use kungfu moves on air punch bags, making her daughter sweatdrop.
"Well…there is one, but I've already deemed him worthy, Syaoran Li, remember I told you about him?" Sonomi frowned, trying to dig up the name from the huge database known as her brain.
"I do believe you have mentioned him before….Well, if you have considered him worthy and he's a Li then I suppose it should be alright, but warn me if he does anything funny to Sakura-chan!" then, remembering her daughter was also an eligible teenage girl Sonomi continued. "You must inform me if anyone hits on you too, Tomoyo-chan, I'll kill them I will!" Tomoyo just smiled serenely.
"You needn't worry, kaa-san, no one looks at a girl as plain as me," A total lie. Tomoyo received approximately 5 love confessions on a weekly basis and had a fanbase of approximately 300 boys and a few girls. Needless to say Sonomi was not convinced.
"Nonsense, you are being far too modest, anyone who meets you compliments you to be a beautiful and lovely woman." It was quite true, over the six years Tomoyo had grown from a moderately attractive young girl to a beautiful and graceful woman. She had a willowy and slim frame, but she didn't look anorexic like a few girls (who were). Her grayish hair was still long and wavy, though nowadays she kept it tied into a ponytail or plaits, letting it down only when she wanted to impress someone. Her skin had a slightly creamy colour to it and was apparently remarkably soft to touch and her eyes, many said, were the most beautiful violet orbs ever seen, bright and sparkling when she was happy, in other words all the time.
Tomoyo chuckled softly at her mother's words.
"You flatter me, I may have a little fanclub dedicated to me but there aren't that many people in it," only about most of the senior boys, thought Tomoyo.
Upon hearing her daughter's words Sonomi let out the infamous Daidouji cackle she and her daughter had practiced to perfection.
"Oh ho ho ho ho, as expected of my one and only daughter, a whole fanclub to herself! Oh ho ho ho ho ho!" Tomoyo sweatdropped at her mother's antics. Luckily a butler came up and whispered some words to Tomoyo. The teenager stood up almost immediately.
"Gomen, I've got to go now, kaa-san." Sonomi looked at her only daughter sadly.
"Hai…will you be home early today?" Tomoyo shook her head apologetically.
"Iie, I've got choir practice." Sonomi sighed but nodded.
"Okay, have a good day at school," she watched as her one and only child ran off to the waiting limousine and silently wished that she could spend just a little more time with her.
Yamazaki twitched. He shifted slightly. Nothing was helping, he could feel it coming over him, the irresistible sensation…
The index finger of his right hand required a work out.
This was bad…Yamazaki looked around the class with his slit eyes. No, it was no good, no one here would believe what he was about to say. No, this couldn't be happening to him, was he going to die here? Unable to tell another deceitful tale?
Saved! Yamazaki breathed a sigh of relief as certain extremely dense Kinomoto walked into the class with a not-so-dense Daidouji.
"So I was thinking of making pasta for dinner today-" the brunette yelped her trademark yelp as the finger of false was thrust in her face.
"Did you know that pasta did not use to be what it is today?" Sakura blinked at the grinning Yamazaki.
"Eh? How?" Yamazaki let out a mental cheer and let his lips of lies set to work.
"Well…in the past pasta was not noodle-like at all, in fact, back then one piece was like a slab of cheesecake!" Yamazaki paused, letting the new 'information' sink in, watching with delight as Sakura's eyes grew to the size of saucers.
"Honto? Really?" the finger of false waggled in front of her nose.
"Indeed! Back then they had to eat it with a knife and fork!" Tomoyo giggled beside Sakura, it was obvious she did not believe a word of it.
"It must have been like eating steak," she added serenely. Yamazaki smiled.
"Indeed."
"Hoe! But how did they cook it then?" asked Sakura, looking confused. "They couldn't just put it into a pot of boiling water if it was so weirdly shaped right?" Yamazaki's eyes gleamed.
"That's right!" he shouted. "Back then they built special pots for cooking pasta, they were really large, triangular shaped pots that were very high so more pasta could be cooked at once!" Sakura was staring at Yamazaki, slack jawed as she imagined what the pasta and pots looked like.
"Wow…" she muttered. Tomoyo had to stifle a giggle. Chiharu popped up from somewhere and sighed.
"Sore wa uso da, it's a lie, it's a lie," saying that she grabbed the ever grinning Yamazaki by an ear and dragged him away. Sakura was left staring after the pair.
"Eh? It was a lie?" asked Sakura sadly, thinking wistfully of cheesecake-like pasta. From her side Tomoyo giggled. So little had changed.
"Huhuhuhuhuhu…." The sound of feet hitting cement echoed loudly to the boy's ears. He sprinted around a corner and was relieved to see the school building in sight. He started off in a mad dash towards it and practically shot through the school gates. He automatically swung towards the left and his feet pounded along a familiar path towards his classroom. He rounded the corner and, not taking a moment to breathe shot down the corridor to class 10-B. Upon reaching it he wrenched the door open and was relieved to find that the teacher had not arrived yet. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. Yamazaki looked up from the blackboard he'd been cleaning.
"Just in time, Li-kun," Yamazaki informed him. Syaoran breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good…" fighting to regain his breath Syaoran Li walked to his desk in the second last row, right next to the window. As he set his things down Sakura waved and smiled cheerfully at him from the desk beside his. Syaoran's breath hitched in his throat, and it had nothing to do with the running he had just done. He nodded back stiffly to the girl.
"Ohayo Syaoran-kun," a light pink blush tainted the girl's cheeks as she greeted the boy.
"Ohayo," he replied awkwardly, looking anywhere but Sakura. Behind Sakura a certain Daidouji frowned unhappily.
Had I forgotten to mention that Sakura and Syaoran's relationship was still like it had been SIX YEARS AGO?
Tomoyo for one was not in the least bit pleased, and neither was a certain pen pal of hers that went by the name of Li Meilin.
At one stage things had been looking quite promising between the two, after the sealed card incident Tomoyo and Meilin had just so happened to…coincidently chance across the pair holding hands and murmuring sweet nothings in each other's ears. The moment had been so sweet Tomoyo hadn't been able to resist recording it to let it last for eternity.
However, after that little chance (coughspyingcough) session fate had decided to be a sadist and tore the two love birds apart. Syaoran had to return to Hong Kong and even though the couple had faithfully written to each other weekly (Tomoyo and Meilin had saw to Sakura and Syaoran respectively) it's just not the same to have to communicate through pieces of paper with ink on them than actually interact with the person in question.
And so you couldn't blame either when Syaoran suddenly moved back to Tomoeda (permanently this time) two months ago and they both thought the other party had become extremely handsome/pretty and mature and began being overly formal to each other and being tongue tied in the other's presence/avoiding each other until they became what they had been approximately six years ago. Crushes with neither daring to confess first.
And much to the frustration of Tomoyo and Meilin, they were essentially back to square one.
As she watched Syaoran drop a pencil, bend to pick it up, see Sakura's hand also reaching out for it, snatch his hand back and see Sakura's hand do likewise, then hesitantly reach out again, pick it up and offer it to its owner, and its owner, with equal hesitance take the offered pencil and murmur a soft "thank you" while blushing furiously Tomoyo had a sudden unexplainable urge to bang her head against a wall.
Luckily, before she could carry out such an action she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Naoka, she was beaming from ear to ear.
"You know, I had the strangest dream last night," the brunette whispered excitedly. From the corner of her Tomoyo saw Chiharu and Rika come over along and crane in to listen with Sakura to catch Naoka's words.
"It began with all of us in this classroom," said Naoka eerily, Tomoyo noticed Sakura shiver, she smiled slightly. Sakura always got freaked out so easily.
"It was just a normal day…and then suddenly, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a figure clad completely in black smiling…no smirking. I couldn't see his face at all…" the girls all shivered in apprehension.
Then, all of a sudden, the scene dissolved and everything was black. Then I realized it was black because it was raining heavily. Then, suddenly I saw a figure running around in the rain. I thought it was weird, then I realized that the person was crying, she had really long hair. She ran out of my line of sight, and almost instantly the sun came out and the whole place became a cheerful looking park. Then two birds flew in and alighted on a branch and began singing merrily, then before I woke up I saw a lot of couples with no faces…when I woke up I immediately checked my Oracle Dream Book and I found that the dark figure meant that I would meet someone from my past life," Naoka's eyes were sparkling happily.
"I can't wait to meet someone from my past life!" Chiharu smiled helplessly at the supernatural-loving girl, albeit a bit nervously.
"What colour were the birds?" asked Rika curiously. Naoka frowned slightly.
"Green I think, with a red face."
"They were probably love birds," the group whipped their heads towards the speaker. Tomoyo's eyes widened when she realized it was the new boy who had transferred not long ago. She was rather shocked as, despite having the boy sit at the table on her right she had only heard him speak twice, and both times had been she who initiated the conversation.
The quiet boy blushed slightly under the weight of so many stares. He started to stammer slightly.
"Ah…G…gomen, I didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything but I really love dreams and yours sounded so interesting I couldn't help-"
"You like dreams?" cut in Naoka, eyes shining eagerly. The boy, looking slightly taken back nodded. Naoka was over the moon with joy.
"Ah! Finally someone I can relate to! I've been looking for a fellow dream lover for such a long time! Do you know apparently the Oracles of the past who had foretelling dreams-"
Chiharu and Sakura sweatdropped as Naoka began to bombard the quiet boy with facts on dreamtelling, classic examples of important dreams, her theory as to why humans were allowed to have foretelling dreams. It made Chiharu sigh.
"Poor Utitake-san…" To his credit though, Minato Utitake was managing to keep up with Chiharu and, Tomoyo noticed with her love radar tingling, was beginning to become more confident and had stopped spluttering.
Just then there was a slight shriek from the class's front door. Everyone stopped their conversations and stared in that direction.
One of their classmates, a girl named Mizuki Harada was sitting on the floor beside her friend, Maki Hanami's desk which, until recently, Mizuki had been sitting on and chatting to her friend on. Standing in the doorway, beside the very important desk, was an exasperated-yet-amused looking Naru-sensei.
"Harada-san, how many times must I tell you not to sit on Hanami's desk? Have I not told you to get off it god-knows-how-many-times as sitting on it will inevitably lead to you falling off it onto the ground?"
"It's not my fault," whined the girl on the ground. "I wouldn't keep falling off it if you didn't keep scaring me," the girl winced as she got to her feet. "Now my ass hurts!"
Naru-sensei rolled his eyes. "And I suppose it's my fault for not yelling 'warning! Naru-sensei is entering' before I enter the class or waiting for you to return to your own seat before entering?" Either the girl was an idiot who hadn't heard of 'sarcasm' before or chose to ignore it. It's actually the latter but currently that's not important.
"That's a pretty good idea, you could wait outside until we finish our conversations and I return to my desk before entering, that way I won't have to fall off anything!"
"You wouldn't have any homeroom either, unless you can truthfully say you two wouldn't keep yappering on and on for at least half an hour," retorted Naru-sensei, he glared at the girl, but there was no real heat behind it.
"Can you, Harada-san?"said girl shifted slightly and muttered under her breath.
"We'd be done if you gave us 45 minutes though," she said brightly, acting dumb. Naru, playing along, rolled his eyes heavenwards and glared pleadingly at the class.
"I rest my case." The class laughed and began to return to their original seats. The thing about Naru-sensei was that he could easily get the class to do what he wanted them to do. He was that sort of teacher.
Once the last student was seated behind her proper desk Naru-sensei cleared his throat and began homeroom.
"Okay class, today we'll be having a new student join the class, so treat him nice," there was quite a bit of interesting muttering at these words as everyone began wondering what sort of student he was. Naru had to raise his voice to be heard over all the noise.
"Oh, and he's from England, so help him if he's got any trouble with Japanese okay?" At his seat Syaoran raised an eyebrow. England? It couldn't possibly be right…?
He hoped not.
Sighing at his noisy form class Naru muttered something under his breath and gestured for the new student to come in. Syaoran's eyes widened in shock, disbelief and pure, undiluted horror.
Blue hair…blue eyes…misleadingly innocent looking face….
Syaoran groaned and buried his face in his arms, silently praying for this to be a very bad nightmare.
Someone up there hated him, that had to be the reason. There was no other logical explanation for this.
Upon the entry of the new student the noise level had subsided. Naru-sensei was able to introduce the boy without having to scream.
"This is Hiiragizawa Eriol-kun." He raised an eyebrow at Yamazaki's exuberant expression, Chiharu's repeated facepalms, Naoka's cheerful wave, Sakura's goldfish-out-of-water look, Syaoran's kami-sama-just-kill-me-now expression and Tomoyo's shocked and inquiring look.
"I'll take it that some of you'll already know him?" He hazarded to guess. Eriol smiled his charmingly deceitful smile.
"Oh indeed…sensei…"
End of chapter 1
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