My
first fic. Enjoy
Summary - This is a story
about me and my tutor. I hate his guts. I really do. So why do I keep
ending up in his arms? ExT
Disclaimer - I do not own
CCS, CLAMP does.
Different - Chapter One - 'Damn
you'
By p0k
And so the story begins -
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How he
came into my life...
He - the most stuck up, annoying,
irritating, evil, despicable - ok I think you get the point - person
I have ever, ever, ever met.
Seriously, you meet
him and you'll understand what I mean. He's just.... Argh!!
Here,
I'll tell you about how it happened. It was an average day, nothing
special. Hm... I'll start from that morning, when my mum gave me the
horrific news. Ok here goes:
Lights, camera, action-
"I've
decided to get you a tutor." She said looking at me.
"What?"
I stopped whatever it was that I was doing. I turned around to her.
This is the part where I look like an idiot with my mouth gaping. My
chin felt like it was about to touch the floor.
"I
decided to get you a tutor" She said again.
"B-But...
" I shock my head, trying to think of something to say instead
of staring at her stupidly, "Why?"
That was all I
could come up with. Hey, I was shocked. What did you expect?
"You're
co-ordinator called me just before," She said grabbing her plate
of finished breakfast and bringing it to the sink.
"He tells
me that you haven't really been doing that well in school lately."
She turned the tap on and started washing her dish.
I stayed
silent and started eating.
He better not have said anything
else, I thought to myself. That stupid co-ordinator. I swear, one day
I'm so going to kill him!! He was so... stupid! He always thinks that
you're up to no good. Well, it's true that most of the time we're
not. But he should at least have some hope in us.
The
other day he told me off for chucking my test in the bin, it wasn't
my fault. He made me. Serious. It was rather funny remembering what
had happened. You want to know what happened?
I'll tell you
some other time. I'm trying to tell you something else now. I'll get
side-tracked.
Oh and by the way. If you were thinking that he
was my co-ordinator, then you were wrong. He is way worse than
him. I used to think that it was impossible. Well that was until he
came along.
I don't want a tutor. Having a tutor is like...
Having to do school work outside of school hours. Like homework! I
hate homework! I mean we already spend a large amount of time at
school, can't we at least have some time to ourselves?
"He'll
come over twice a week. Mondays and Sundays."
"What?"
I looked up. She broke my train of thought and now I forgot what
we've just been talking about.
"Your tutor." Oh
wait... Now I remember. I narrowed my eyes into a small slit at the
thought.
"Now, now Tomoyo. Don't look like that. This is
only for your own good." At this my eyes narrowed even more, if
that was even possible. I grunted as my mum pat me on the head with
an evil laugh, my evil laugh! You know, the one where I go
'oh-hohoho'?
She
loved torturing me.
"Ok. I'm off to work now. Your tutor
will be coming a couple mintues after you finish school." She
said turing the corner, to get ready for work.
Her head slide
back into the kitchen. "And make sure you come straight home
after school, alright honeeeey?" She dragged the word honey.
Her face looked so evil. You could actually see fangs hanging
out of her mouth. Well, I could at least.
Her head slide back
away from the corner. I could still hear her laughing myevil laugh.
Why did she have to do this to me? Why?
Out of all people, why me? Oh wait... That's right, because I'm her
daughter.
Well, that was how I received my horrific news.
After that my whole day just seemed to go down the drain. I didn't
know what I was doing the entire day.
Let's skip what
happened at school and go to the part where I'm back from school.
I
opened the front door to my house cautiously. Hoping that there
wasn't anyone home.
To my luck there wasn't.
I let
out a sigh.
Ok. As long as I don't open the door, then the
tutor wouldn't be able to come in and invade my personal time
right?
Right.
Well, that was what I thought. But, oh
how wrong was I?
Very wrong.
But
anyway... You'll find that out later.
I slumped into the
couch, turning the TV on.
I don't know how long I've been
watching TV for, a couple minutes maybe more... But the tutor still
hadn't come yet. Maybe he forgot that it was his first day today. Or
maybe my mum decided to be nice and fired him.
Whatever the
reason was I soon fell asleep on the couch.
While I was
sleeping I had a dream.
I was dreaming that the TV somehow
turned itself off. Then there was this guy with deep azure eyes just
staring at me. He wore glasses. He looke --
Did I just say
someone was staring at me?
I fluttered my eyes open. It wasn't
a dream. There really was someone staring at me.
I did the
first thing that came to mind.
Scream.
I screamed so
loud, the whole of Japan could hear me.
Ok, ok. So I'm
exaggerating. Well I bet you, the whole of the town I was living in
could hear it. Serious. No exaggeration this time. That's how loud I
can scream.
But as I sreamed, I felt a hand cover my mouth.
Oh shit... This is better not be some psyco rapist/ murderer/
robber or anyone along those lines, please?
I closed my eyes,
hoping that the worst wasn't going to come.
Then a thought
suddenly popped into my mind. I opened my eyes. Using my lips, I felt
for the hand that was suppressing my scream. I opened my mouth and
bit into his skin.
I heard the psyco scream in pain.
"Bitch!"
He commented, looking at me, rubbing the sore spot that I had bitten.
He didn't look like he was about to hurt me or anything. But
then again what kind of murderer would have the words 'I'm going to
kill you' tattoed across their forehead?
"Who are you?"
I heard the shakiness in my voice. I was scared. Mainly because their
was a stranger in my house that had his hand over my my just awhile
ago.
"Who do you think?" He asked sarcastically,
looking at me as if I was some dumb idiot.
I thought for a
bit and decided to try and guess.
"Um.... Some psyco that
somehow found their way into my house...?" I guessed. Alright,
it was a dumb guess. But at least I tried to guess.
He hit his
forehead, "Oh my gosh... Please tell me that you're not Tomoyo
Daidouji?"
My eyes widened in shock, how'd he know my
name? "Who are you?" I asked again.
He rolled his
eyes, running out of patience. "I'm your tutor!"
I
mentally slapped myself. I should've known! "Oh.."
"Damn!
You're going to be a hard case. How am I meant to make a dumbarse
become smart?"
"WHAT!?" I screeched.
"What?"
He asked with an innocent face, which soon turned into smirk.
Noone
ever gets away with insulting me! Especially him, but -- I inhaled a
deep breath -- I'll let it slip past me, for now. Now wasn't the
time to get back at him.
I had to get some facts
straight.
"How'd you get in my house?" I shot at him
like a bullet. He's dead now. If I found out he broke some window to
get in I'm going to call the cops on him straight away. He'll lose
his job of being my tutor and end up in jail
My imaginary
bullet fell to the ground as he held a set of keys in his hand. He
flung his hair out of the way with his other hand.
"You're
mum gave me a set of keys to this house." He paused and looked
me square in the eyes. "She knew you weren't going to open the
door for me."
I glared at him. Damn you.
And that
was how he came into my life. He
by the name of Eriol
Hiiragizawa...
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How
was it? R&R please.