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Violet eyes glared at the back of a messy haired, amber-eyed boy in front of her. Dark hair cascading down her back, Tomoyo Daidouji glared at him with a combination of dislike and sadness. Tomoyo watched as Li Syaoran answered a history question correctly. A round of adoring sighs arose from most of the girls in the class-along with some guys. Syaoran, however, didn't pay any attention to any of those sighs, but melted at an adoring smile form Sakura Kinomoto. Sakura looked over at Tomoyo and Tomoyo instantly put her fake grin that had always fooled Sakura so well.
As soon as Sakura looked away, Tomoyo's smile lingered for a moment before the glare slid into place.
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Sakura, Tomoyo, and Eriol were all sitting in their history class. Sakura was fretting over Syaoran being late to class, and she was quite nervous, as it was her birthday. Syaoran then walked in with fifteen roses and one white one for Sakura's sixteenth birthday. Syaoran walked over, knelt in front of her, and proclaimed his love to her. Sakura burst in to tears and had kissed Syaoran then and there, while catcalls and whoops were erupting all over the class, and Tomoyo and Eriol had smiled. They had encouraged Syaoran to do this, and Tomoyo got it all on tape.
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A young man with blue tinted hair and dark mysterious eyes hidden behind glasses sat in art class. He was sketching a young girl from memory. Sad eyes, a delicate mouth, long, dark hair, and an aura of dedication, determination, sadness, and manipulations hung around her. He gently smudged the shadows in Tomoyo Daidouji's eyes and let his hand hover a moment before abruptly turning the page. A new sketch was beginning, again a female-this one with light brown hair blowing dramatically across her face and beautiful amber eyes. Thin and beautiful, this woman was being drawn with an aura of magic around her. Kaho Mitzuki stared back from the paper into the boy's eyes, and once again, he turned the page in his sketchbook. Again his hand began to move to draw two people, and this time it was a boy and a girl. Arms wrapped around each other, amber-eyed boy and emerald-eyed girl took form. Messy brown hair compared to "kawaii" auburn, and a glare emitted from one while an innocent smile came from the other. Smiling, Eriol Hiiragawaza signed his name at the bottom of the sketchbook and passed in Li Syaoran and Kinomoto Sakura.
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Tomoyo sat in front of her TV on her bed. Wrapped in a lavender silk bathrobe. Curled up in a comforter, she was watching the crescent moon travel across the night sky. Abruptly walking over to her vanity, Tomoyo looked at her reflection. Dark bags hung under her eyes from a lack of sleep, and her skin tone was pale. When she was around Sakura a slight flush graced her cheeks, and the absence of the rosy glow made her look sick. Her slight frame was drowning in her bathrobe, and her hair wasn't as glossy as it used to be. Finished braiding her hair, Tomoyo's thoughts turned to Sakura and Syaoran. She had known from the beginning that Syaoran had liked Sakura. Even in the Maze card, when Sakura had complimented Syaoran about his life style, he had blushed. Walking over to her window again, she watched the night sky as she slowly drifted off to sleep.
A maid roused Tomoyo the next morning. It was a Saturday, and Tomoyo was going shopping with Sakura. The morning was clear, and the sun was just rising. There were a scant few clouds in the sky, but they added to the glory of the morning instead of taking away form it. The clouds were dark purple, and the rising sun made then highlighted in a bright pink.
'How ironic,' thought Tomoyo as she walked into the shower. 'The pink outshines the purple, highlights it more than anything. Isn't that what Sakura does for me?'
Tomoyo wrapped a thick purple towel around herself and she began to get dressed. A gray chunky sweater and a jean miniskirt were put on the slight frame and the girl grabbed a purse with some money in it, and walked out of the house.
Please review. Leave comments, complements, and constructive criticism. Any pointers/suggestions please e-mail to angel_star2004@hotmail.com
Violet eyes glared at the back of a messy haired, amber-eyed boy in front of her. Dark hair cascading down her back, Tomoyo Daidouji glared at him with a combination of dislike and sadness. Tomoyo watched as Li Syaoran answered a history question correctly. A round of adoring sighs arose from most of the girls in the class-along with some guys. Syaoran, however, didn't pay any attention to any of those sighs, but melted at an adoring smile form Sakura Kinomoto. Sakura looked over at Tomoyo and Tomoyo instantly put her fake grin that had always fooled Sakura so well.
As soon as Sakura looked away, Tomoyo's smile lingered for a moment before the glare slid into place.
__________________________________Tomoyo flashback Mode______________________________
Sakura, Tomoyo, and Eriol were all sitting in their history class. Sakura was fretting over Syaoran being late to class, and she was quite nervous, as it was her birthday. Syaoran then walked in with fifteen roses and one white one for Sakura's sixteenth birthday. Syaoran walked over, knelt in front of her, and proclaimed his love to her. Sakura burst in to tears and had kissed Syaoran then and there, while catcalls and whoops were erupting all over the class, and Tomoyo and Eriol had smiled. They had encouraged Syaoran to do this, and Tomoyo got it all on tape.
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A young man with blue tinted hair and dark mysterious eyes hidden behind glasses sat in art class. He was sketching a young girl from memory. Sad eyes, a delicate mouth, long, dark hair, and an aura of dedication, determination, sadness, and manipulations hung around her. He gently smudged the shadows in Tomoyo Daidouji's eyes and let his hand hover a moment before abruptly turning the page. A new sketch was beginning, again a female-this one with light brown hair blowing dramatically across her face and beautiful amber eyes. Thin and beautiful, this woman was being drawn with an aura of magic around her. Kaho Mitzuki stared back from the paper into the boy's eyes, and once again, he turned the page in his sketchbook. Again his hand began to move to draw two people, and this time it was a boy and a girl. Arms wrapped around each other, amber-eyed boy and emerald-eyed girl took form. Messy brown hair compared to "kawaii" auburn, and a glare emitted from one while an innocent smile came from the other. Smiling, Eriol Hiiragawaza signed his name at the bottom of the sketchbook and passed in Li Syaoran and Kinomoto Sakura.
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Tomoyo sat in front of her TV on her bed. Wrapped in a lavender silk bathrobe. Curled up in a comforter, she was watching the crescent moon travel across the night sky. Abruptly walking over to her vanity, Tomoyo looked at her reflection. Dark bags hung under her eyes from a lack of sleep, and her skin tone was pale. When she was around Sakura a slight flush graced her cheeks, and the absence of the rosy glow made her look sick. Her slight frame was drowning in her bathrobe, and her hair wasn't as glossy as it used to be. Finished braiding her hair, Tomoyo's thoughts turned to Sakura and Syaoran. She had known from the beginning that Syaoran had liked Sakura. Even in the Maze card, when Sakura had complimented Syaoran about his life style, he had blushed. Walking over to her window again, she watched the night sky as she slowly drifted off to sleep.
A maid roused Tomoyo the next morning. It was a Saturday, and Tomoyo was going shopping with Sakura. The morning was clear, and the sun was just rising. There were a scant few clouds in the sky, but they added to the glory of the morning instead of taking away form it. The clouds were dark purple, and the rising sun made then highlighted in a bright pink.
'How ironic,' thought Tomoyo as she walked into the shower. 'The pink outshines the purple, highlights it more than anything. Isn't that what Sakura does for me?'
Tomoyo wrapped a thick purple towel around herself and she began to get dressed. A gray chunky sweater and a jean miniskirt were put on the slight frame and the girl grabbed a purse with some money in it, and walked out of the house.
Please review. Leave comments, complements, and constructive criticism. Any pointers/suggestions please e-mail to angel_star2004@hotmail.com