Disclaimer: I do not own CCS, it belongs to CLAMP. This is just a fan fic.
My Message to Readers: Hi! This is Hally! I hope you like this story. It is my every first fan fic so go easy on the judging! Please review!
Important: I kinda changed the contents a little! Please forgive me! But the Plot is still the same!!!
Summery: The 17 year old Tomoyo seem to have everything together, all the fame, glamour and a multi-million dollar record deal. But deep inside she is breaking apart. One day, fate brings Eriol and Tomoyo together, will he put her back together or is he going to break her even more…
1.1 Every Life Has It's Share of Pain
Chapter 1: It's Spring
1.1.1 By Hally Dang
Knock! Knock!
"Come in," a young blue haired man said without looking up from his computer screen.
"Master?" a red haired girl asked, her voice smooth and high. Her head poked into the room.
"What is it Nakuru?" he asked, now looking through a pile of paper.
"Um," Nakuru said, her eyes studied the room. Her master's office must be the most beautiful and luxurious one in all of England. There is a huge window opposite of the door which was almost as big as the wall with a marble desk in front of it. Ancient paintings are hung on the walls and beautiful plants from all over the world are displayed around the room along with vases and other vessels. It room has a very high ceiling with a crystal chandelier in the center. Red carpets, lather seats, and the window that looked out into their huge estate. It was a classy room, big enough for a one and a half tennis court. Beautifully furnished with antique furniture's and other priceless decorative. It looked as it was taken from a painting of one of a room from a King's castle . "Er, well…"
"I don't have all day Nakuru," her master said impatiently, obviously not in a good mood.
"I don't know how to say this Eriol," Nakuru told him, brushing away a strand of hair away from her fierce pink eyes.
"Said it or leave," was the cold reply. Eriol looked up from his work his sapphire eyes studied her, they were beautiful and like the sea seem to be bottomless with emotion and mystery.
Nakuru seem to be offended for a moment, but she quickly stepped fully into the room and close the door behind her, she walked to the desk and sat down in a chair. "I just come here to tell you something you might be interested in."
"You are wasting my time," Eriol said, he's back to the computer now. "If you want to tell me something do it quickly."
"I just think that you should stop stuffing yourself with work and just have fun and relax for a while," Nakuru said slowly and cautiously, choosing her words carefully.
"What are you suggesting Nakuru?" he looked at his guardian, suspicious.
"Well," Nakuru looked at him with fake innocence, a sweet smile and a puppy eyes. "You could watch "Purple Dreams: Live Concert TV Special."
There was a pause.
"Look Nakuru," Eriol said in his perfectly smooth and businesslike voice. "I don't know what you are getting at, but I have a lot of work to do. So, would you please leave me in peace?"
Nakuru hurt by her master's words, stood up. "Jeez!" She said her voice rising a bit. "I was only trying to help! Look at yourself! You are nothing but a workaholic!"
There was a pause.
"What happened to you Eriol? What happened to the Eriol who I knew for the past 17 years?" She stared at him with her angry red eyes, but they suddenly soften as she said in a quieter and softer voice. "Don't you even care about your old friends anymore?" With that she turned and left.
As the door slammed shut, Eriol started to rub his temples. He turned around in his black leather chair to face the huge window.
It was spring, a time to rejoice. A time for all the dead living things to be reborn. A time for a new beginning.
He stared at the scene outside his window, it was early evening. Stars shone bright and a sliver moon was displayed among the darken blue sky. The gentle moonlight touched everything in his garden, giving them a cryptic glow. The newly grown grass swayed gently in the soft night wind. The lake, which took up about a fifth of his estate looked as tranquil as ever under the moonlight, with only the reflection of the moon shivering in the waves disturbing it's serene appearance.
It reminded him of that night… That night a year ago… When the love of his life left him…
Why had he been so stupid he asked himself. Why was he foolish enough to chase after her. He had chased her over the tallest mountains, the deepest seas and only to have gotten his heart broken, crushed and stepped on. It has been a year since she had broken it with him. She had taken it so lightly. With a laugh she said it wouldn't work out and left. Left him there in disbelieves. Left him stuffing himself with work.
Yet a part of him had told him that it will not work from the beginning. A part of him that he hated. A part of him that made him different from the rest. A part of him that hid him from the world. It had pushed him aside and took control of his life. It was the part of him that people called a blessing. It was the Clow. The Clow who did not believe in love. Sure he knew everything, but there was one thing he did not know of. He had never experience it. He had been in love a few times but he had denied it. And now he wishes to do the same thing to Eriol's life. His life.
He shook of his feeling of self pity. And returned to his work.
The stock market had been bad lately. But he did not care for he knew that it will return to normal in a few days. He opened one of his cabinets and took out a framed picture of Kaho, his dearest and first love. He did not know why he had kept it for so long, maybe it was there to remind him of the pain of love. Maybe.
For a moment he thought about what Nakuru had said. Yes, he had changed a lot in the past year. He had turned into a bitter man, a workaholic.
But now it was spring. A time for a new beginning.
He gently slipped the picture into the waste basket.
Yes, a new beginning.
It's time to forget all the pain he had went through.
It is finally time for him to move on.
Forget Kaho.
A new beginning.
He smiled at himself.
"Hello?" he said pressing a button on his phone. "Spinner?" Referring to his other guardian. A black cat figure with butterfly wings.
"Yes master?" came the monotone reply from the other end.
"Will you please come here?"
"Yes, of course." Soon there was a knock on the door and a black cat like face poked in. "Eriol?"
"Hello Spinner."
Spinner flew over to him and leveled himself a yard from Eriol's face. "What have you said to Nakuru? She is crying in the East Wing." Eriol's eyes suddenly soften with regret and concern.
"Is she alright?"
"No, of course not," was Spinner's reply. "If she was, she wouldn't be crying." There was a pause. "What happened?"
"We had a little argument," Eriol said. "Harmless really."
Spinner rised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" He flew over the window and gazed outside. Admiring the stars and moon. Eriol quietly joined him. For a few moments there was complete silence.
"She was right," Eriol said quietly. "I had changed a lot over the course of the year. But now it's a time for a new beginning." Spinner looked at him, his eyes not giving away any emotions. "It is spring, Spinner. Spring." He pause and gazed at the moon, thinking. "Why don't we have some fun tonight?" He asked, Spinner smiled. "Just like old times."
"Yes, that would be very nice."
"Nakuru wants to watch the Purple Dreams concert."
"That is a good choice."
"Yes. It will be nice to see what Tomoyo is doing now."
"Tomoyo?"
"She had become very famous in the past few years. She had adopted the name Violet, if I have not been mistaken, and became an International music star."
"So, you have been keeping tracks of your old friends," Spinner said. "We had thought that you have completely forgotten them."
"No, I would never do that," Eriol reply surprised that his guardians would even think such a thing. There was another pause between them.
"Why don't we go down to the Entertainment room and watch some TV?" Spinner said breaking the silence that seemed to be forever.
"Yes," he replied and headed toward the door opening it for Spinner to pass through. He switched off the light and closed the door gently behind him. "So Spinner," he asked trying to break another silence.
"Yes, Master?" Spinner said turning to face Eriol.
"Can you please get Nakuru and meet me at the Entertainment room?"
"You know, you can go yourself."
"Yes, but…"
"But what?"
"I don't think that is wise."
"Why is that?"
"Spinner, please…"
"What?"
"Just go get her!" he said, his voice rising.
Spinner shook his head as he quietly flew away turning at a corridor toward the East Wing. Eriol sighed. He was not in a good mood today, and he is definitely not the kind of person who would easily apologize or show his emotions. The Clow was like that. Unmoved. Unemotional. Cold. Just work and do what you have to do. Don't think about yourself or others feelings. Don't ever think of them. Or you are weakling. Weak and blinded by feelings, it will get in the way with your work.
Work. That is all the Clow cared about. Look after the world. Destroy evil. Take care of magic. Work. Work. Work.
Eriol was so observed in his thoughts that he didn't even realize that he had arrived at the Entertainment room. He looked at his state-of-the-art sound system, TV's, VCR's, DVD players…the best money can buy.
He sat down on a comfortable lather couch opposite of the gigantic digital TV screen. And started to switch through the channels, searching for the show he had in mind.
"Jose?" he said pressing a button on the phone beside him.
"Yes, Monsieur?" came the reply, heavy with a French accent.
"Would you please make some popcorn and send them up to the Entertainment room?" Eriol asked his personal cook.
"Why of course Monsieur," the cook replied.
Eriol continued to switch through the channels unable to find what his is looking for.
"Master?" a monotone voice said from the doorway.
"Spinner," Eriol said recognizing the voice. "Ah, I see you have Ms. Nakuru with you." He said with a sincere smile.
Nakuru looked a bit angry and her eyes are red from crying. Tear strikes are seen on her pale face. She only gave Eriol a hard stare in response to his comment.
"Please, come sit down," Eriol said, waving a hand at the sofa. "Enjoy yourselves." Nakuru stiffly moved over to the couch and sat down. Eriol gave her another smile. He sighed seeing that Nakuru is still giving everything the death glare. Suborn. Just the way he had created her. "Nakuru," he looked at her straight in the eyes. "Please. Let's have fun tonight."
Nakuru's frown suddenly turned into a bright smile. "I knew you would come around sometime!" She flashed a smile. "Ooo, I smell popcorn!" She was back to her old self again.
"Yes," Eriol smiled. "I ordered them, so that we can watch the concert."
"So you decided to take my advice," she stated. Eriol nodded as a maid pushed a cart with two bowls of popcorns into the room.
"Yes," he gave the remote to Nakuru, she would have better chances on finding the right channel. "I wanted to see what Tomoyo have been doing over the past few years," he paused as if he was recollecting faint memories. "It had been so long."
"Yes," Spinner agreed, he was sitting between Nakuru and Eriol. "I have always liked Tomoyo. She was always quiet, wasn't she? She would have been the last person I would suspect to become famous." Nakuru and Eriol nodded in agreement. "But she always had that beautiful voice." Pause. "I wonder why she decided to become a singer?"
"Don't we all?"
"Here we go!" Nakuru said brightly as she switched into the right channel. "Finally! Master, maybe we should get a TV with less channels. This one with over 800 channels is getting on my nerves!" Eriol only offered a feeble smile to her complaint.
A young TV announcer was seen on the huge TV screen, he was holding a microphone with the name MTV written on it. "Hey there you Violet fans! Welcome to her Purple Dreams: Live Concert TV Special! Her first one ever!" Loud screaming was heard from the background along with phrases like "I love you Violet!" or "You rock my world!" The announcer smiled, "I'm Sam Smith, here live in Los Angeles, where Violet is delivering this concert special. Please stay with us tonight as we broadcast her concert, and we have a very special interview with her after the show too." He paused as another wave of screams and shouts flooded in. "Violet, a 17 year old Japanese teenager, is taking the world by storm with her unique music and beautiful voice! She had a record breaking sale of her CD's, which reached 30 million copies world wide only in her first week! Violet also got the honors of getting all her singles to reach number one in the chart as they are release." He smiled again and chuckled to hear more screams from the background. "So, ladies and gentlemen! I introduce to you, Violet's Purple Dreams: Live Concert TV Special!" The cameras passed away from Sam, and focused on the smoke cover stage.
This is going to be interesting…
So? What do you think? This is only my first story so go easy on the judging! Please review!
My Message to Readers: Hi! This is Hally! I hope you like this story. It is my every first fan fic so go easy on the judging! Please review!
Important: I kinda changed the contents a little! Please forgive me! But the Plot is still the same!!!
Summery: The 17 year old Tomoyo seem to have everything together, all the fame, glamour and a multi-million dollar record deal. But deep inside she is breaking apart. One day, fate brings Eriol and Tomoyo together, will he put her back together or is he going to break her even more…
1.1 Every Life Has It's Share of Pain
Chapter 1: It's Spring
1.1.1 By Hally Dang
Knock! Knock!
"Come in," a young blue haired man said without looking up from his computer screen.
"Master?" a red haired girl asked, her voice smooth and high. Her head poked into the room.
"What is it Nakuru?" he asked, now looking through a pile of paper.
"Um," Nakuru said, her eyes studied the room. Her master's office must be the most beautiful and luxurious one in all of England. There is a huge window opposite of the door which was almost as big as the wall with a marble desk in front of it. Ancient paintings are hung on the walls and beautiful plants from all over the world are displayed around the room along with vases and other vessels. It room has a very high ceiling with a crystal chandelier in the center. Red carpets, lather seats, and the window that looked out into their huge estate. It was a classy room, big enough for a one and a half tennis court. Beautifully furnished with antique furniture's and other priceless decorative. It looked as it was taken from a painting of one of a room from a King's castle . "Er, well…"
"I don't have all day Nakuru," her master said impatiently, obviously not in a good mood.
"I don't know how to say this Eriol," Nakuru told him, brushing away a strand of hair away from her fierce pink eyes.
"Said it or leave," was the cold reply. Eriol looked up from his work his sapphire eyes studied her, they were beautiful and like the sea seem to be bottomless with emotion and mystery.
Nakuru seem to be offended for a moment, but she quickly stepped fully into the room and close the door behind her, she walked to the desk and sat down in a chair. "I just come here to tell you something you might be interested in."
"You are wasting my time," Eriol said, he's back to the computer now. "If you want to tell me something do it quickly."
"I just think that you should stop stuffing yourself with work and just have fun and relax for a while," Nakuru said slowly and cautiously, choosing her words carefully.
"What are you suggesting Nakuru?" he looked at his guardian, suspicious.
"Well," Nakuru looked at him with fake innocence, a sweet smile and a puppy eyes. "You could watch "Purple Dreams: Live Concert TV Special."
There was a pause.
"Look Nakuru," Eriol said in his perfectly smooth and businesslike voice. "I don't know what you are getting at, but I have a lot of work to do. So, would you please leave me in peace?"
Nakuru hurt by her master's words, stood up. "Jeez!" She said her voice rising a bit. "I was only trying to help! Look at yourself! You are nothing but a workaholic!"
There was a pause.
"What happened to you Eriol? What happened to the Eriol who I knew for the past 17 years?" She stared at him with her angry red eyes, but they suddenly soften as she said in a quieter and softer voice. "Don't you even care about your old friends anymore?" With that she turned and left.
As the door slammed shut, Eriol started to rub his temples. He turned around in his black leather chair to face the huge window.
It was spring, a time to rejoice. A time for all the dead living things to be reborn. A time for a new beginning.
He stared at the scene outside his window, it was early evening. Stars shone bright and a sliver moon was displayed among the darken blue sky. The gentle moonlight touched everything in his garden, giving them a cryptic glow. The newly grown grass swayed gently in the soft night wind. The lake, which took up about a fifth of his estate looked as tranquil as ever under the moonlight, with only the reflection of the moon shivering in the waves disturbing it's serene appearance.
It reminded him of that night… That night a year ago… When the love of his life left him…
Why had he been so stupid he asked himself. Why was he foolish enough to chase after her. He had chased her over the tallest mountains, the deepest seas and only to have gotten his heart broken, crushed and stepped on. It has been a year since she had broken it with him. She had taken it so lightly. With a laugh she said it wouldn't work out and left. Left him there in disbelieves. Left him stuffing himself with work.
Yet a part of him had told him that it will not work from the beginning. A part of him that he hated. A part of him that made him different from the rest. A part of him that hid him from the world. It had pushed him aside and took control of his life. It was the part of him that people called a blessing. It was the Clow. The Clow who did not believe in love. Sure he knew everything, but there was one thing he did not know of. He had never experience it. He had been in love a few times but he had denied it. And now he wishes to do the same thing to Eriol's life. His life.
He shook of his feeling of self pity. And returned to his work.
The stock market had been bad lately. But he did not care for he knew that it will return to normal in a few days. He opened one of his cabinets and took out a framed picture of Kaho, his dearest and first love. He did not know why he had kept it for so long, maybe it was there to remind him of the pain of love. Maybe.
For a moment he thought about what Nakuru had said. Yes, he had changed a lot in the past year. He had turned into a bitter man, a workaholic.
But now it was spring. A time for a new beginning.
He gently slipped the picture into the waste basket.
Yes, a new beginning.
It's time to forget all the pain he had went through.
It is finally time for him to move on.
Forget Kaho.
A new beginning.
He smiled at himself.
"Hello?" he said pressing a button on his phone. "Spinner?" Referring to his other guardian. A black cat figure with butterfly wings.
"Yes master?" came the monotone reply from the other end.
"Will you please come here?"
"Yes, of course." Soon there was a knock on the door and a black cat like face poked in. "Eriol?"
"Hello Spinner."
Spinner flew over to him and leveled himself a yard from Eriol's face. "What have you said to Nakuru? She is crying in the East Wing." Eriol's eyes suddenly soften with regret and concern.
"Is she alright?"
"No, of course not," was Spinner's reply. "If she was, she wouldn't be crying." There was a pause. "What happened?"
"We had a little argument," Eriol said. "Harmless really."
Spinner rised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" He flew over the window and gazed outside. Admiring the stars and moon. Eriol quietly joined him. For a few moments there was complete silence.
"She was right," Eriol said quietly. "I had changed a lot over the course of the year. But now it's a time for a new beginning." Spinner looked at him, his eyes not giving away any emotions. "It is spring, Spinner. Spring." He pause and gazed at the moon, thinking. "Why don't we have some fun tonight?" He asked, Spinner smiled. "Just like old times."
"Yes, that would be very nice."
"Nakuru wants to watch the Purple Dreams concert."
"That is a good choice."
"Yes. It will be nice to see what Tomoyo is doing now."
"Tomoyo?"
"She had become very famous in the past few years. She had adopted the name Violet, if I have not been mistaken, and became an International music star."
"So, you have been keeping tracks of your old friends," Spinner said. "We had thought that you have completely forgotten them."
"No, I would never do that," Eriol reply surprised that his guardians would even think such a thing. There was another pause between them.
"Why don't we go down to the Entertainment room and watch some TV?" Spinner said breaking the silence that seemed to be forever.
"Yes," he replied and headed toward the door opening it for Spinner to pass through. He switched off the light and closed the door gently behind him. "So Spinner," he asked trying to break another silence.
"Yes, Master?" Spinner said turning to face Eriol.
"Can you please get Nakuru and meet me at the Entertainment room?"
"You know, you can go yourself."
"Yes, but…"
"But what?"
"I don't think that is wise."
"Why is that?"
"Spinner, please…"
"What?"
"Just go get her!" he said, his voice rising.
Spinner shook his head as he quietly flew away turning at a corridor toward the East Wing. Eriol sighed. He was not in a good mood today, and he is definitely not the kind of person who would easily apologize or show his emotions. The Clow was like that. Unmoved. Unemotional. Cold. Just work and do what you have to do. Don't think about yourself or others feelings. Don't ever think of them. Or you are weakling. Weak and blinded by feelings, it will get in the way with your work.
Work. That is all the Clow cared about. Look after the world. Destroy evil. Take care of magic. Work. Work. Work.
Eriol was so observed in his thoughts that he didn't even realize that he had arrived at the Entertainment room. He looked at his state-of-the-art sound system, TV's, VCR's, DVD players…the best money can buy.
He sat down on a comfortable lather couch opposite of the gigantic digital TV screen. And started to switch through the channels, searching for the show he had in mind.
"Jose?" he said pressing a button on the phone beside him.
"Yes, Monsieur?" came the reply, heavy with a French accent.
"Would you please make some popcorn and send them up to the Entertainment room?" Eriol asked his personal cook.
"Why of course Monsieur," the cook replied.
Eriol continued to switch through the channels unable to find what his is looking for.
"Master?" a monotone voice said from the doorway.
"Spinner," Eriol said recognizing the voice. "Ah, I see you have Ms. Nakuru with you." He said with a sincere smile.
Nakuru looked a bit angry and her eyes are red from crying. Tear strikes are seen on her pale face. She only gave Eriol a hard stare in response to his comment.
"Please, come sit down," Eriol said, waving a hand at the sofa. "Enjoy yourselves." Nakuru stiffly moved over to the couch and sat down. Eriol gave her another smile. He sighed seeing that Nakuru is still giving everything the death glare. Suborn. Just the way he had created her. "Nakuru," he looked at her straight in the eyes. "Please. Let's have fun tonight."
Nakuru's frown suddenly turned into a bright smile. "I knew you would come around sometime!" She flashed a smile. "Ooo, I smell popcorn!" She was back to her old self again.
"Yes," Eriol smiled. "I ordered them, so that we can watch the concert."
"So you decided to take my advice," she stated. Eriol nodded as a maid pushed a cart with two bowls of popcorns into the room.
"Yes," he gave the remote to Nakuru, she would have better chances on finding the right channel. "I wanted to see what Tomoyo have been doing over the past few years," he paused as if he was recollecting faint memories. "It had been so long."
"Yes," Spinner agreed, he was sitting between Nakuru and Eriol. "I have always liked Tomoyo. She was always quiet, wasn't she? She would have been the last person I would suspect to become famous." Nakuru and Eriol nodded in agreement. "But she always had that beautiful voice." Pause. "I wonder why she decided to become a singer?"
"Don't we all?"
"Here we go!" Nakuru said brightly as she switched into the right channel. "Finally! Master, maybe we should get a TV with less channels. This one with over 800 channels is getting on my nerves!" Eriol only offered a feeble smile to her complaint.
A young TV announcer was seen on the huge TV screen, he was holding a microphone with the name MTV written on it. "Hey there you Violet fans! Welcome to her Purple Dreams: Live Concert TV Special! Her first one ever!" Loud screaming was heard from the background along with phrases like "I love you Violet!" or "You rock my world!" The announcer smiled, "I'm Sam Smith, here live in Los Angeles, where Violet is delivering this concert special. Please stay with us tonight as we broadcast her concert, and we have a very special interview with her after the show too." He paused as another wave of screams and shouts flooded in. "Violet, a 17 year old Japanese teenager, is taking the world by storm with her unique music and beautiful voice! She had a record breaking sale of her CD's, which reached 30 million copies world wide only in her first week! Violet also got the honors of getting all her singles to reach number one in the chart as they are release." He smiled again and chuckled to hear more screams from the background. "So, ladies and gentlemen! I introduce to you, Violet's Purple Dreams: Live Concert TV Special!" The cameras passed away from Sam, and focused on the smoke cover stage.
This is going to be interesting…
So? What do you think? This is only my first story so go easy on the judging! Please review!