Life itself is an art. It's just up to you how to enhance it and make it grow…

Disclaimer: I don't own CARD CAPTOR SAKURA and its characters…

Author's Notes: err. And here's another chapter and sadly the last one because the boy I'm talking about is gone. Hahaha. I told you this story is my story. Only the characters are different. Besides I only exaggerated a bit of it. Sadly the Eriol of my story already left… he just left me an inspiration and a cute little thought you would later find out. 

I'M IN LOVE WITH AN ARTIST

Chapter 2

By: unnamed cat

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"aaaa… err." Tomoyo stretched her arms, rubbed her eyes and stood up.

"Oh, Tomoyo, finally you're awake." Her mother said as she drank from her cup.

"MOM?!" she shrieked.

"Why are you shocked? Why suddenly did you have that habit of shrieking lately?" Sonomi said.

Sonomi Daidouji is Tomoyo's mother. She is a well-known business woman, rich and famous.

"Why am I here?" Tomoyo was perplexed. 'A while ago I was drinking coffee on the hallway, I sat on the bench. And puff. That's all I remember.' She analyzed what happened to her but still left clueless with the details.

"I sent Momo to pick you up. She said she saw you snoring on your sofa." Her mother said.

"Why on earth would I be in my sofa? I was drinking coffee in the hallway!" she said. She headed to her table and combed her long hair. "Ah never mind. I'm gonna take a shower." She told her mom.

"Make it fast you wouldn't want to be late to school." Her mother said giggling.

"What time is it anyway?" she said as the tilted her head to look at the wall clock. "7:30!! Waaa" she shouted as she hurried and ran to the bathroom.

Sonomi laughed. She went out of Tomoyo's room smiling.

"My daughter hasn't changed a bit, late as usual." She said.

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'Grr. I can't seem to think of reason, why my mother never even bothered to wake me up even though I was late?' Tomoyo said as she dried her hair inside the limousine.

"Momo, please pick me up at 9pm, okay? And don't forget to bring me lunch and dinner. I forgot to eat yesterday. Is that alright?" Tomoyo said. She combed her hair and let it down.



"Yes young mistress, I will." Momo her personal bodyguard said.

As Tomoyo climb the long stairway of the school library, she stepped on something. She looked down and saw a small purse of some kind. She opened it a found small pieces of papers. She kept the purse on her pocket and entered the library.

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In her first subject… 10 am

"You know what Naoko; I found something a while ago. I was supposed to go to my office to leave my bag when I stepped on to this." She showed Naoko the small purse she found.

"Wow. That's cute…" Naoko said as she examined the purse. "What's inside?"

"Oh nothing I found small papers and nothing else…" Tomoyo answered as she emptied the purse.

She slowly opened a piece of paper.

"You can't make all people understand you… you have to accept that having the opportunity to speak doesn't always give you the privilege to be understood…" she was touched as she read this line.

As if it had touched her thoroughly. The feeling in the line was inevitable. It somewhat pinched a part in her heart that she longed to hear.

'This… how come I feel that I've been waiting for this to be said to me? Who could've written this?' she thought.

"Hey… Earth to Tomo-chan…" Naoko said as she waved her hand in front of Tomoyo. "What's got into you?! The bell just rang. The usual Tomoyo would've pick up her bag and rushed to the door before anyone else could!" she exclaimed.

"Huh? Pardon, what did you say?" Tomoyo said as she snapped back to reality.

"Never mind…" Naoko shook her head. 'Maybe she's not in her usual self today.' She thought.

Naoko dragged Tomoyo outside their classroom.

"You know what dear, you should take a break. Your life had been revolving on writing, writing and writing. No more shopping, boy-hunting, extravagant adventures and enjoyment! I miss the old you!" Naoko said.

"Oh Naoko, you're such a dear, but you see, how can I do all of those when I'm busy?" Tomoyo replied.

"BUSY! Yeah right. You don't even have time to eat! You need a break!" Naoko shouted.

"I do not need a break. Don't worry I can manage." She told her friend.

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Inside her office in the library 7pm

-Tomoyo is speaking here.-



Oh my. I'm really tired, too many things to do. I think I'll stretch a bit…

I looked outside the window of my office. I can't seem to figure out why I was smiling. I grabbed my cup of coffee, and drank quietly. Am I really that workaholic I laughed at my thoughts. I went out my office and peeked inside the art club's office. As I remembered the boy I saw before. He drew me. And I can't seem to get a hold of that. When I looked inside I was smiling because I saw different pictures hanging. It was so beautiful I have never seen such wonderful pictures, full of emotions…

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"Excuse me, Ms. Daidouji, would you like to go inside to get a closer look?" a boy wearing jeans and brown t-shirt said to Tomoyo.

'Opps. I'm caught. Err.' She thought.

She turned her back and saw the boy. She was shocked to see his face so close to hers. She didn't move for a moment or two. And it was quite odd. No other boy has made her heart beat fast by just merely looking at her.

"Ah-uhm. Yeah sure, I could go and take a look. Thank you." She said as she looked away.

Eriol smiled at this. And he opened the door for her to come in.

"This were the picture my friend Li took when he was in Hong Kong." Eriol showed her a compilation of different kinds of animals.

"Wow. These are great." She exclaimed.

"Haha. You haven't seen the half of it Ms. Daidouji." He smiled.

"Hey, stop being so formal. You can call me Tomoyo. And you are..?" she lend out her hand for him to reach.

"It's Eriol. Eriol Hiragizawa." He said as he reached out her hands.

"Nice name. But I'd rather call you Eri-kun." She giggles.

"You can call me that, and Tomoyo, right?" he said.

"Very well then. Nice meeting you Eri-kun." She smiled.

Tomoyo saw a picture hanging on the wall. It was a drawing of a girl. But she can't vividly see the face.

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Tbc…

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it's really hard waiting for the right person. My search was as always

been a needle in a haystack... Err, Love. Dammit.