I know, I havent been writing since... umm... so long ago? Hahaha. But I wanted to create a piece for the very first pair I shipped. It's not canon, of that I am fully aware. So if you start to flame me for supporting this ship then, do so, at the risk of sounding stupid. I'm also a little bit shaken and disheartened by the fact that a lot of Eriol x Tomoyo stories were deleted.
Disclaimer: God, if it were MINE then Tomoyo wouldn't be a raging lesbian, and Eriol would certainly not be in a relationship with an older (way older) woman.
Dedication: To the lovely writers who founded this pair and to the current ExT shippers. We need to keep the ship sailing...
Midnight Madness
By Chocolate Drop
She waits for him, as always, because it was routine. And it was one she knew fairly too well.
It is quiet since all the maids were probably fast asleep. And yet, she preferred to keep it that way, since she had the liberty to talk about anything without the prying eyes and ears.
She crawls to her bed with her hand wrapped around a cordless phone, feeling slightly stupid because she didn't want to let it go; She lays down, looks up to the ceiling, wanting to pass the time but also to muse, even for just a little while, on their midnight conversations.
It rings
'And right on time too.' She muses to herself as she picks it up and answers it with a soft hello.
Her amethyst eyes sparkles with mischief and amusement as he hears his voice on the other line. He seems breathless and happy, and that automatically makes her happy too.
She waits for him to calm down; and smiles regardless if he is miles away, unable to see how he lights up her face whenever they talk.
He babbles on and on, and though she could not understand half the things of what he were saying, she would continue to laugh that polite laugh of hers and bombard him with questions.
Its already 4 am yet she does not mind. She has school tomorrow, an exam on business math, but she thinks it is worth it; because she keeps him company even if it seems detrimental to her health.
But how can it be such a bad thing if one word from him makes her undoubtedly shine?
The maids are about to wake and he's about to go sleep.
They bid each other farewell: A good night from her; a good morning from him; Hugs, kisses and more; neither wanting to put the phone down, but both knowing they should.
He says I love you to her, but she knows he doesn't mean it the way she wants him to.
After settling the phone down, she tries to make do with the few hours she has left before she gets up for school.
And its another day of waiting for school to end, wanting to get home, and waiting for him to call again.
It was an almost endless cycle. But almost doesn't count.
And as the clock strikes midnight, she sits there on her bed; desperately trying not to fall asleep with the phone clutched to her heart; she drifts in and out of consciousness but dismisses her fatigue away.
What matters most is that he calls and only, until then, will it be okay.
But he doesn't.
And as her eyes finally shut close from the exhaustion, she's determined to wait later again at night, until the time he finally does call her.
Author's note: I wrote this at 2:00 in the morning so grammar and spelling errors can't be helped (although I reviewed it to the best of my abilities), I do hope you all go easy on me. R and R.