What Are We?
By Mysterious Wind
Chapter One
A light breeze blew into the study. Tomoyo frowned and walked over to the window. She pushed it down strongly, and almost broke the glass. She rolled her eyes. 'Why does it have to be ME of all people! Why couldn't it be Serina or something...they of course had to pick little old me.'
She groaned and sat back down at her computer. But before she could start the website, her cell phone starting ringing. She grunted and reached for it. She looked at the caller id. It was Syaoran. Why would he be calling her?
'Hello?'She asked.
'Hey Tomoyo. Have you heard from Sakura at all? He sounded worried. A frog formed in Tomoyo's throat.
'Um...listen Syaoran. I know you've been in Tokyo this whole time, so you can't be blamed but...'
'What!'
'Well..um...Sakura and I had a huge fight two months ago. I haven't seen her or talked to her since. I haven't even received an official "the friendship is off" email!'Syaoran gasped.
'Oh Tomoyo! This makes me even more worried...don't get me wrong, I'm very sad for you both, but Sakura was supposed to meet me in the café like three hours ago. I mean, I know she can sleep in sometimes, but really, you'd think she would have set her alarm or Kero-Chan would have done something about it!'
Tomoyo was worried now. Even though she and Sakura weren't really friends anymore, she still had a permanent connection. Sakura would have called her or something if she couldn't get a hold of Syaoran, or at least she would have text messaged her!
'I don't know Syaoran. When did you make plans with her?'
'Two days ago! We had gone...um...on...a...on a date.'
'O-Oh yeah?' Tomoyo was shifting in her seat. About three months ago Syaoran and her had been going out. Only for about a month, but they were still going out. Sakura had dumped her as a friend because of that...it was hard, but she was glad that Sakura had finally done what she had always wanted to do and go out on a date with the love of her life.
'Yeah. Sorry, I know this is strange. But I'm really worried about her. Do you think you could phone her?'
'But-'
'I know you guys aren't friends anymore, but you need to do this! I can't call her! That would be like Yue calling Clow!' Tomoyo sighed.
'Alright Syaoran, I'll see what I can do.' Then she hung up. Quickly she dialled Sakura's cell. Her fingers still perfectly remembered the digits.
Someone picked up. But it was a male voice. 'What the beep do you want?' It asked. Tomoyo was taken aback.
'Hello, my name is Tomoyo D. Please, um, may I talk to Sakura?' Tomoyo spoke politely but she was scared down to her toe nails.
'Why do you wanna talk to that brat?'
'Um, because I'm her friend. Listen sir, may I ask who you are?' And then the other line hung up. Gone. Dead. Nothing left. Tomoyo panicked. She text messaged, emailed, phoned and phoned again. Tried Sakura's home phone. She did everything she could, but it wasn't any help. No emails got replied to. No phones picked up. No little jingle coming from her phone to tell her that she got a text message.
She quickly phoned Syaoran back. 'OK Tomoyo, calm down. What's wrong?' Syaoran sounded worried but he tried to calm her.
'LI! I called Sakura's cell and this creep guy answered the phone. He asked me what I wanted. I said to talk to her. He said why. I said because I was her friend and asked what his name was. And then he hung up. I tried everything, I mean everything and there was no answer.' Tomoyo gulped. So did Syaoran.
'This is bad Tomoyo. We've got to find out what's going on. How long will it take you to come down here to Tokyo High?' Syaoran and Sakura were both going to school there.
'Well...I don't know...where are you?'
'I'm in the café. Still waiting for her.'
'OK...I'll try to be there by noon alright?'
'OK, and be sure to keep in touch.'
'Don't worry, I will.'
Tomoyo and Syaoran hung up at the exact same time. Tomoyo rushed about her room gathering things for the trip. When she had stuffed all that she could into the bag, she went and looked in the mirror.
Her long black hair was past her waist and she had short, curled in bangs. Her dark brown eyes looked troubled. She swept her hair up into a hair pony and then called Syaoran one more time.
'I'm taking the public train. I'll keep you updated on my progress.'
'OK, and be sure to ONLY text message. Anyone can hack into your phone calls and record them. At least text messaging is a little safer.'
'Alright, bye.'
Tomoyo ran out the door and to the bus stop. It was raining heavily. The bus stopped, she paid and got inside. The large bus filled up and then it's door closed. And off Tomoyo went, to Tokyo High, the place where she had sworn she would never visit.
