My Playboy

shika hiiragizawa

Summary: He played with women to kill time. She was an angel, pure and innocent, and witty as well. Or so he thought. When he saw her, his whole world crumbled. Now, be mine. ExT, a bit of SxS. Warning: mature content.

Here's the second chappie for all my lovely readers!

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His seed spilled inside her, and yet, he was not satisfied.

He had already ridden the waitress thrice, and she looked completely spent. However, he felt that nothing had happened. His head was still in a blur, and he just couldn't think straight. Fucking her felt wrong. The past ones seemed wrong as well, but it was enough to relieve him off his worries for the time-being. But today was the worst fuck he had ever had.

Even if she was as good as him in bed.

Maybe it was just because he was tired. Maybe it was because he didn't have dinner. Maybe he was sick.

He looked at the waitress who was sleeping beside him. Her arms were above her head where his hands were before as he fucked her senseless, and her legs were wide open, as if she was ready for him even if she were asleep. Her golden blonde hair was strewn everywhere, and her naked body was covered with sweat and sperm. There were love bites all over her breasts and thighs, but he knew all of it was not his doing. What a slut.

You're a slut as well, he told himself. You play with women every single day. You are no better than her.

Without second thought, he dressed as fast as he could and left her naked, like he always does with women. But he could not shake of the feeling that something was wrong. Something was really, really wrong.

Chapter II: Emotions

The next day was no better than the night before. Eriol found himself wanting to sleep throughout the day because he really hadn't slept again, but he couldn't cut class today when he just did so yesterday. He just tried to listen as the teachers as they droned on, without a care to the world.

After lunch time, the homeroom teacher, Miss Okazaki, came. She was in her early fifties, with her graying hair in a bun, her gray eyes framed by glasses, and her plump figure covered by a blue dress with a pink cardigan. Her lips were always in a motherly smile that made everyone feel better.

"Alright class, she's a bit late today, but she's back!" she beamed at the class, "Miss Tomoyo Daidouji is back from her singing lessons in London!"

The class jeered, and Tomoyo came in, beaming. She waved at her classmates, glancing at them all, and then at him. Was it just him or did she look at him longer than anyone else? Eriol's heart started running a marathon, and he had no idea why.

"I'm back, everyone," she smiled, "forgive me for being late. I just had to finish up some stuff in the embassy. I miss you guys!"

"Now, since Miss Daidouji regularly sits on Hiiragizawa-kun's seat, we'll move her beside him. Is that alright, Hiiragizawa-kun?" Miss Okazaki peered at him through her square-shaped glasses, and he nodded.

"Very well, Tomoyo, hurry up, your next teacher is outside," the class said their goodbye, and Miss Okazaki left the room.

"Eriol-kun," Eriol hadn't noticed that Tomoyo had already slipped in the seat next to him, and she faced him, her face apologetic. "I'm sorry about yesterday. You just ran off. Was it because of me? I'm sorry, I really thought Sakura was the only one entering the gym at that time of night."

"It's alright," he assured, "I was just in a hurry to do something." To fuck, more like.

Stop thinking about such green stuff, Hiiragizawa! He told himself. Now is not the time for this!

He sighed and stared at the window, trying his best to think of other things. Of butterflies, or of the birds and trees outside the window... he snorted when he thought this what the innocent people thought of.

How girly.

"Eriol-kun," she called, "Eriol!"

She chuckled when it took him several minutes to get him back to the world. "You are spacing out again. Are you sure you're alright?"

A warm hand was on his forehead, and he backed away in an instant. Tomoyo giggled.

"I am not going to hurt you, Eriol-kun," she assured him, "and you're not having a fever. Does your head hurt?"

He quickly shook his head, still surprised by her actions. Why did she care for someone she didn't even know? It wasn't even twenty four hours since they both met. It was either she was very open or very stupid.

"Eriol-kun, you're spacing out again," she was laughing, "the teacher is here."

But his eyes were completely on the woman laughing beside her, her amethyst eyes the only thing shining inside the dreary classroom.

She... She was beautiful.

"Hiiragizawa-kun?" the teacher suddenly called, cocking an eyebrow at him."Is there something wrong with Miss Daidouji?"

He suddenly stood up and shook his head. "No-no, nothing, Sir. Forgive me."

"Then get back to your seat, Mr. Hiiragizawa. She might melt with you staring at her." He grinned, and the whole class snickered.

His face quickly turned red, and he bowed his head in embarrassment, sitting down as quickly as possible. His bangs managed to hide some parts of his face, but all was visible to his seatmate, who giggled again.

Her giggles rang like bells in his ears, and he could not suppress the smile that formed his lips. It was the first time he smiled like this. What was happening to him?

"Hiiragizawa-kun, if you can't solve the next problem, I might have to put you in detention."

Normally, Eriol would roll his eyes before going forward and writing the right answer on the board, but now, he felt no sense of anger inside him. For the first time in his life.

This girl was giving him a lot of his firsts.

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"Jesus, finally," he raked his dark hair in his hands. Classes were over, and he was a bit relieved. He had only stared at her once, and the news spread so fast inside the school, for the next teachers were teasing him to the raven-haired girl as well.

If that wasn't enough punishment for him, he had to endure lunch break with girls whispering as he passed. Guys shot daggers at him, which was normal if he had a sexy chick beside him, but he wasn't even with anyone. Just being Tomoyo's seatmate made him their enemy. Tomoyo was sure popular among the guys. How come he had never heard of her before?

He let the class leave, wanting to be alone in the class with his thoughts. He barely listened to his classmates' goodbyes', and even Syaoran's reminders that if he were absent one more time, he'd get kicked off the basketball team. Like he would. He and Syaoran were the best players in school. Taking one of them out would be guaranteeing them a losing team.

"Eriol," an angelic voice shook off all his thoughts, "please look at me."

Eriol hesitated, but decided to look up anyway. Amethyst orbs gazed at his azure ones. His face turned hot.

"Go out with me today," she suggested casually. His heart suddenly cringed, but she continued as if it were the most normal thing to say."I feel like I've done something bad to you, and I want you to make you feel better."

You're smile is enough, he wanted to say, for her lips were stretched into the most beautiful smile he had ever seen his life. Her cherry lips were crinkled upward, her amethyst eyes shining with excitement.

Oh what am I saying! I sound like a doofus! He mentally slapped himself. There is no, no way in hell that I am going out with a woman I can't even bed...

Can't you? It was a small, sly voice at the back of his head, and he knew it was nowhere near his conscience. It was the voice he heard when he was alone with a woman, especially with an attractive one. It was the voice that had made him bed every single one of them and of course, they had loved it.

Jesus Christ, Eriol! Stop thinking about stupid things like that when the girl looks so innocent and so... nice. He knew was stupid to fight with his own head, but to hell with it.

Nice enough to be in bed? The voice retorted, making him feel hotter, even if the wind inside the classroom was cool. He shook off his thoughts angrily.

This is Syaoran and Sakura's friend! This isn't a girl you can take to a one-night stand!

"Is that okay?" She broke his chain of thought again as she tilted her head to the side and looked in his eyes, and he looked back, noticing the confusion in hers. "I mean it's not like a date date, you know, since we barely know each other. But I think I might have been part of the reason why you're acting like this, and so..." she smiled apologetically, holding out her hand, "it's a date for apology?"

He gulped. Why was she offering her hand to someone she barely knew? Was she stupid?

"Eriol?"

"Fine," he answered gruffly, hiding his burning face, "I'll come."

"Yes!" she cried happily. The moment he stood up, she looped her hand around his, and her hair brushed his face. He gulped again as the scent of lavender filled his senses again. How could she smell so divine? How could he touch her like they were best buddies?

"Come on, slowpoke!" she teased, "I'm going to treat you to something sweet."

"I-I'm not a fan of sweets," he answered feebly, but she was already running out the halls of the school, her hand still on his arm. He thought she didn't hear him, for she was weaving quickly through the streets, as if the said sweets were to vanish in a few seconds.

The entire world was in a blur as they ran, and he felt like he was a kid again. Their feet bounded against the pavement, Tomoyo's swift and light, Eriol's swift, but a bit heavier.

Her laughs were carried by the wind as it played with them as well, sweetly kissing their faces with its cool lips. Her scent was brought by the sweet wind; a mix of lavender and all the other sweet-smelling flowers in the world that he found himself getting drunk in her perfume.

She giggled and laughed as she ran, pulling her hand with him, like a five-year old wanting to show someone her biggest secret. Despite the fact that they were running, he noticed the huge smile that was plastered on her beautiful face – why wasn't she the only one that wasn't blurred?

Without knowing it, she stopped in her tracks, with Eriol bumping on her back. She sniggered and faced him, and she was so close, he could feel her hot breath fan his flushed face. Her face was inches from his, her bright eyes gazing at him and only him.

He stared back, dumbfounded, his legs turning into jelly. His heart was racing, and he felt like he was going to have a heart attack if she moved even closer.

"Silly Eriol," she teased, "there's no need to panic! We're just in the park." She shot him one of the most beautiful smiles that could make even Venus cry in jealousy.

Jesus Christ, he thought, what the heck was she doing? His jelly legs now seemed to buckle beneath him. So much for being one of the greatest basketball players in school. This girl was making him weaker and stupider every minute.

"Just sit down," she was trying to stifle a laugh, "the ice cream stall is right there." She pointed to a small wooden stand in front of them, where a man with a crooked smile handed ice cream cones to two kids who were ordering. He had to hunch down to give it to them because they were smaller than the wooden table of the stall. A huge colourful umbrella shaded them from the harsh sunlight of the afternoon.

"Thank you, Mister," a girl sweetly chirped, holding his hand as he handed her a cone of strawberry ice cream, "you are so kind!"

She beamed, her blue eyes twinkling as he ruffled her curly blonde locks.

"On the house, just for you, Chellie," he said gently, smiling back at the beaming girl who giggled in delight. "And for you, Matt," he handed the boy next to her a chocolate flavoured one, "because you were both kind enough to come back today."

"Thank you, Mister!" the boy smiled, and held Chellie's hand as they waved him goodbye and left the park. Now it was them and the ice cream vendor. Somehow, Eriol had the urge to move to an even more private place, before anyone saw his face which he knew resembled a tomato right now.

"Sit down," she repeated, holding his shoulders and gently pushing him down the wooden bench beside him. "And no buts! It's my treat today!"

Since when did he become a rusty Tin Man that he couldn't even move his own butt to sit down?

And since when did he become so inarticulate?

"Mister!" Tomoyo waved at the ice cream vendor cheerfully, skipping to meet him at his stall.

The ice cream vendor gave her his signature crooked smile, his dark eyes crinkling. "Hi Miss Tomoyo! Another strawberry and vanilla cone for you?"

"And a popsicle," she added, nodding her head at Eriol, "for my friend."

"Just a popsicle?" he echoed, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. "But my ice cream is the best!" He raised a tanned fist at his chest, a contrast against his white shirt.

"I know, Mister!" she agreed, nodding with all her heart. "But Eriol here isn't a fan of sweet things." She scowled at Eriol as if hating sweets was the worst thing one could ever do. The old man beneath his stall was wearing the same expression.

Eriol's jaw dropped in astonishment. What was happening to the world? Tomoyo was giving him a look, and It was because of... sweets?

Jesus Christ.

"You'll try one the next time we come here, right?" she purred sweetly, but Eriol noticed the persistence ringing in every syallable. She shot him another look, this one honeyed, but it gave him the message anyhow.

It's just this once, he thought. I'll forgive the girl.

Eriol shrugged his shoulders in defeat, rolling his eyes. "Fine, whatever."

"I'll get just the popsicle and my ice cream, thanks!" she chirped as if nothing happened, beaming brightly at the ice cream vendor.

"Coming right up!" the ice cream vendor disappeared beneath his stall, and Tomoyo patiently waited. Eriol took the time to look at the surroundings. He had never been to this park before; after all, he had only been here for a few months. But even so... he should come here more often. His life had been filled with just sex and basketball and sex, that he forgot these little things. The places that are nice and quiet.

Bushes and trees were everywhere, shading them from the harsh sun. Falling leaves were on the soft ground, and it crushed with a crisp sound each time he stepped on one. Birds were chirping everywhere, and the wind was whistling with them. The chorus of nature. To him, it was so rare, being exposed to such material pleasures all the time. His hand gently clutched a falling leaf, soft yet brittle against his fingers. He let it go to fall on the earth where it belonged.

Suddenly, Tomoyo was beside him, holding out his popsicle, and licking her ice cream cone which had a scoop of strawberry and of vanilla. Weren't teens obsessed with dieting these days? Why was she getting two scoops of ice cream?

Mumbling a 'thank you,' he hesitantly put the popsicle in his mouth. How long has it been since he had eaten anything sweet? Two-three years, tops?

"Wow." He was even surprised at himself. He looked back at the yellow popsicle on the wooden stick. It looked normal. But it tasted...

"Good, right?" It was Tomoyo could read his thoughts. "It's not that sweet, but it's very tasty. It's cool and milky. Mister's the best!"

The ice cream vendor beamed at them, and Eriol could not help but smile inspite of himself. Tomoyo slipped in beside him, looking at the surroundings, but she didn't look she was taking it in.

"You know, the people said you were mean and silent," she mused as she licked her ice cream happily.

Eriol's face crinkled in disbelief. "Why hang out with me if that's what they're telling you?"

"I think you're just... silent." she confessed, bowing her head in embarassment. "From what I know, people usually have this scary glint in their eyes. " she shuddered at the thought. "I'll never forget it when people look like that. It... it scares me."

He could feel his heart melting at her words, and he wanted to believe them - but no. He had fucked so many women, and had broken so many hearts at just the age of 19. That was more than enough proof that he was mean. Actually, saying that he was mean was downplaying all his sins. He was... heartless.

"I might scare you, then," he replied coldly,"you might hate me for it."

"I won't." she assured him, smiling as if she knew him well.

How can she be so sure when they just met? Did she just lose all her sanity when she went to London?

"Are you stupid?" he spat out. "This is just one day. You've never seen the real me!"

"But even if I did, I think you're not that...mean. When you were looking at the park, your eyes looked... gentle."

Eriol was dumbstruck. Wasn't she talking to the ice cream vendor? How could she have seen him? And even if she did, he had no idea that his eyes were gentle. He hadn't even heard of being gentle. He knew she was just talking nonsense.

She was being stupid.

"You don't know anything," his anger was rising at the very moment. It was hard to keep his cool when someone he hadn't even met would just bombard her with such statements. As if they knew each other!

"Look, see!" she clasped her hands together, her smile not leaving her face. "You may say cold words, and you may look cold, but inside... you're not!"

"Why are you being so darn persistent?" he roared up, standing up in anger. "You don't KNOW a single thing about me! I don't even know you! Do you think you know everything?"

That was when he noticed he had hit a nerve, when pain flashed in her normally cheerful eyes. It was gone the moment it came, but he knew he had seen it. And it hurt him to see it.

But Eriol knew no emotions besides hate and anger and lust, that the single pain he felt for the very first time flamed his insides in a way that he could not explain. And guys who only knew anger hid every other emotion that they rarely felt... with anger.

"ARGH! WHAT THE HELL!" he threw the popsicle on the floor, and left the silent Tomoyo who was staring at the ground.

He could not understand what was happening. It was just one day. Just one fucking day. He wasn't supposed to be doing this! For the record, he wasn't even supposed to feel like this! He should be with a a girl right now, fucking her senseless. Fucking her until he had forgotten everything. Until he had forgotten about that stupid girl who thought she knew everything. That stupid girl who thought he was... kind.

That stupid girl.

He stopped in his tracks, looking around the forest he had gotten himself into. He was under the trees near the park, but he didn't know where exactly. He saw a flash of orange against the green canopy. It was sunset already? They had been together that long?

"Damn!" he cursed under his breath, "stop thinking about the damned girl already!"

He retreated under a huge tree, resting his hot head against the cool trunk. The wind was a bit tamer as it fanned his face, as if trying to soothe him from all the pent up emotions he kept inside his enigmatic facade.

He closed his eyes and tried to shake his all thoughts away, thinking it was best to calm down first before actually trying to think of what to do. Sex was the best way to make his head and heart numb, but he was in no position to do so, not with the woman he left in the park.

He must've left already, he thought to himself, scoffing. She must've hated the way I looked.

"From what I know, people usually have this scary glint in their eyes. I'll never forget it when people look like that. It... it scares me." her sweet voice echoed in his already confused head, jumbling the very thoughts he was trying to arrange.

She must've been scared. She will never forget it... So she won't talk to me again. He punched the air in glee. It was the best way to stop her from talking to him anymore.

But... a certain emotion in his heart tugged his thoughts, letting his hand sink to the ground. He usually had his emotions in check, and he was certain he could hide his emotions better than an actor. Why was he acting like this?

He raked a pale hand across his azure bangs and looked up at the sky, which was slowly turning purple.

What could she be doing now?

Stupid Eriol, he chided himself, she must be at home, crying her eyes out. She was stupid, after all.

But you were stupid as well, a voice in his head reminded him. It was different. Was it his conscience?

"God! Am I sick or something?" he screamed to the sky, as if hoping for an answer. The leaves swayed, as the sky turned darker, but there was no answer.

Nothing.

He thought he was all alone, and he knew he was destined to be alone. It was just stupid to think that there would ever be someone to talk to him, to answer his queries, to share his problems, or just... to listen. And to be there.

He screamed in agony at the pain that crushed his heart which he tried to keep whole.

He did not want to be alone. He knew it, he felt it, and it killed him not to know it was the only thing that could never, ever happen.

He buried his face in his hands, but there were no tears. Only anguish. He stayed there for hours, not caring about the wind which howled now, and the chill that seeped through his skin.

What he did not notice was a girl, leaning on the same tree trunk opposite him, her eyes filled with tears.

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