Title: Let Nothing You Dismay
Author: Chash
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Characters: Tomoyo, Eriol
Summary: Tomoyo is singing and Eriol is playing with her.
Notes: Based on "Sakura, the Cards, and a Present," when Eriol is playing piano for the Christmas Mass. I'm pretty sure he's playing a song Tomoyo sings on the soundtrack, so I figured maybe she was singing. I think she calls him Hiiragizawa, but I'm not sure. It works better, anyway.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Tomoyo has been singing for the Christmas Mass at the church every year since she was six, first with a choir and then, as she grew more talented, as a soloist, with the choir backing her.
When Hiiragizawa walks in, all polite smiles and something not quite right about him, just as always, she isn't sure what to think, because he is Hiiragizawa, and here she is used to not thinking about anything, and somehow Hiiragizawa makes her think of Li, always jealous of him, and then Sakura, and she never thinks of Sakura, not here, and she loves that, so she is angry at him. Still, she is polite [to a fault] and when he walks in, she smiles and greets him, bowing low, but her bows lower, because he is Hiiragizawa. He is polite [to a fault], and Tomoyo doesn't trust him.
"Do you sing here every year, Daidouji?" he asks, his voice neutral and polite [and that smirk of his always lurking around the corners of his mouth]. She has never trusted him, but she can't say why.
"Yes. Do you sing, Hiiragizawa?" she asks. She feels as if they are having two conversations, and she doesn't understand one of them.
"Of course not. I haven't your talent, Daidouji," he says, deferring to her skill.
"I'm really not very good at all," she says humbly.
"No need to be so modest. I've heard you. You're quite talented."
"Are you here to perform?" she asks him.
He nods. "I play a little piano."
"I didn't know."
He idly runs his fingers over the keys, producing a beautiful noise. Even from the short demonstration, Tomoyo can see his skill. "It's just a hobby of mine," he says. "Something to keep myself amused in my spare time."
"Of course," she says. She has the strong impression he is lying, but can't put her finger on why.
"I find," he says with a sunny grin, "that it relieves stress. When I am playing the piano, I don't think about the things that are bothering me. Do you find that, Daidouji?"
"Yes," she says, stumbling slightly over the words.
Tomoyo is used to being the most perceptive, and it scares her the way she feels as if Eriol can read her like an open book.
"Shall we play?" he asks lightly. "I do love Christmas songs. They're very relaxing. Sakura particularly liked this first one. She heard me playing it today."
"Is that so?" asks Tomoyo politely. "I didn't know."
"I'm sure," he says, "if you sang it for her, she would be happy. And I know how you want Sakura to be happy."
"We should begin," she says, a trifle coldly.
He smiles his same warm smile [with that tint of a smirk.] "Of course, Daidouji. I look forward to playing with you."
It's warm in the church [but his words make her shiver all the same.]
Author: Chash
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Characters: Tomoyo, Eriol
Summary: Tomoyo is singing and Eriol is playing with her.
Notes: Based on "Sakura, the Cards, and a Present," when Eriol is playing piano for the Christmas Mass. I'm pretty sure he's playing a song Tomoyo sings on the soundtrack, so I figured maybe she was singing. I think she calls him Hiiragizawa, but I'm not sure. It works better, anyway.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Tomoyo has been singing for the Christmas Mass at the church every year since she was six, first with a choir and then, as she grew more talented, as a soloist, with the choir backing her.
When Hiiragizawa walks in, all polite smiles and something not quite right about him, just as always, she isn't sure what to think, because he is Hiiragizawa, and here she is used to not thinking about anything, and somehow Hiiragizawa makes her think of Li, always jealous of him, and then Sakura, and she never thinks of Sakura, not here, and she loves that, so she is angry at him. Still, she is polite [to a fault] and when he walks in, she smiles and greets him, bowing low, but her bows lower, because he is Hiiragizawa. He is polite [to a fault], and Tomoyo doesn't trust him.
"Do you sing here every year, Daidouji?" he asks, his voice neutral and polite [and that smirk of his always lurking around the corners of his mouth]. She has never trusted him, but she can't say why.
"Yes. Do you sing, Hiiragizawa?" she asks. She feels as if they are having two conversations, and she doesn't understand one of them.
"Of course not. I haven't your talent, Daidouji," he says, deferring to her skill.
"I'm really not very good at all," she says humbly.
"No need to be so modest. I've heard you. You're quite talented."
"Are you here to perform?" she asks him.
He nods. "I play a little piano."
"I didn't know."
He idly runs his fingers over the keys, producing a beautiful noise. Even from the short demonstration, Tomoyo can see his skill. "It's just a hobby of mine," he says. "Something to keep myself amused in my spare time."
"Of course," she says. She has the strong impression he is lying, but can't put her finger on why.
"I find," he says with a sunny grin, "that it relieves stress. When I am playing the piano, I don't think about the things that are bothering me. Do you find that, Daidouji?"
"Yes," she says, stumbling slightly over the words.
Tomoyo is used to being the most perceptive, and it scares her the way she feels as if Eriol can read her like an open book.
"Shall we play?" he asks lightly. "I do love Christmas songs. They're very relaxing. Sakura particularly liked this first one. She heard me playing it today."
"Is that so?" asks Tomoyo politely. "I didn't know."
"I'm sure," he says, "if you sang it for her, she would be happy. And I know how you want Sakura to be happy."
"We should begin," she says, a trifle coldly.
He smiles his same warm smile [with that tint of a smirk.] "Of course, Daidouji. I look forward to playing with you."
It's warm in the church [but his words make her shiver all the same.]