Isshoni, Zutto
Sequel to Abused Innocence
Chapter 3: The Want To Know You
Genre: Romance/ Romance/ Fluff(I want such a genre to exist)
Rating: T or M(for weak hearted people) but no lemon people!
Third chapter and yes I was kidding, this chapter is NOT our beloved Eriol's funeral. You think I would kill him SO EASILY!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Anime what so ever…
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Tomoyo opened the door and gasped at the sight. Spinel, in his guardian form, stood in front of her on his four legs. He had blood glimmering all over his fine coat which had some dirt on it as well. Underneath him was blood dripping.
Tomoyo leapt in front and took off the burden from Suppi because he had on him a near to death Eriol.
"Eriol! Oh Eriol, dear what happened…?" Tomoyo gasped, but she was choking on her words.
She was so in shock and trauma that she wasn't able to speak. Nakuru came running from behind. Tomoyo lifted Eriol's arm behind her head and tried to pull him up. His blood felt warm around her neck. Nakuru held the other arm and let Tomoyo guide them to her room. Tomoyo, carefully, set down Eriol on the bed and lifted his legs up on the bed.
Then she ran to the head board and bent down to a seemingly unconscious Eriol. She put her hand over his forehead and ran it through his hair.
"Eriol, love, please be okay!" She whispered to him worriedly as her mother came from behind.
"I heard some screaming, Tomoyo, is everything ok- Oh my, I shouldn't have gone to the bathroom. What happened to him!?!?" Sonomi shrieked as she entered the room with a towel wrapped around her head.
Nakuru closed up on Tomoyo and whispered to her in her ear, "I'll go and see Suppi-chan…"
Tomoyo didn't reply for she kept her attention towards Eriol.
Eriol, meekly, lifted his arm and put his already blood coated hand on Tomoyo's cheek. Tomoyo had tears running down his hand and some falling directly on his face. He opened his eyes just barely as he felt her hand squeeze his hand on her cheek.
"I-I… I love… you… Tomo…" Before completing his sentence, Tomoyo put her fingers gently on his lips.
"You don't need to waste energy right now!" She scolded.
Eriol closed his eyes. His hand dropped lifelessly on the bed and Tomoyo whispered, "I love you too, just as much…"
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Tomoyo sat next to her mother, fidgeting with her food. She had her eyes on the meat loaf but wasn't in the mood to eat. She had only been sitting there because her mother had forced her to.
"So what happened?" Sonomi asked quietly.
She hadn't asked Tomoyo yesterday when all of the thing happened because Tomoyo was already burdened enough. Tomoyo didn't look up from her food. A million excuses ran through her mind so she stuck with one. A car crash? A thief? A fight? So she stuck with a mob of gangsters beating him up.
"How is he feeling right now?" Sonomi asked after she got a story from her daughter about the gang.
Tomoyo kept silent. She didn't want to answer. She held back the tears in her eyes. She really didn't want to talk about it. She was still mad at her mother was doubting Eriol even for a second. True, he had gone away longer than any time before but she had always believed in Eriol. The four weeks before Eriol left, she knew his love was real.
She quietly got up from her chair and walked towards her room. Her mother stayed quiet and didn't object. Sonomi felt a surge of guilt over take her so she chose to stay out of it all.
Tomoyo opened the door to her room and peered inside. Eriol was lying on the bed and Nakuru had her hands over his chest. Both Tomoyo and Nakuru had been successful in hiding the deep cut in his stomach from her mother because she knew if Sonomi found that his condition was so serious, she would rush him to a hospital.
Tomoyo walked towards the bed and saw him wincing a bit in pain. She went lower to him and gave him a light peck on his cheek. But his expression stayed the same. She sat down beside him and kept her eyes on him. He was seemingly in so much pain. It devastated her inside to see him in so much pain.
She heard a knock on the door and so she wiped the tears off her face and turned to there door.
"May we come in…?" A tiny voice called out.
Tomoyo smiled brightly. She was sure glad to see them. She nodded and stood up from her sitting position.
Sakura came in the room and pulled Tomoyo hard into a hug. Tomoyo hugged back tightly, letting Sakura sooth her pain. She could see Syaoran come in from the door behind Sakura. He had some flowers in his hands.
"Daidouji, how is he?" He asked, his expression worried.
Tomoyo could see that he was trying to hide his worry but she knew that Syaoran considered Eriol to be like a brother. She smiled to him, reassuring him that he was stable and gestured Nakuru to leave. She did as she was told and closed the door behind her. Tomoyo could feel that Nakuru was also very shattered by hr master's health. It was as if his health was slowly making her weaker. And it was quite obvious because Nakuru got her life from this man.
"I hope he's okay…" Sakura said, worriedly looking towards a slumbering Eriol as she sat on the couch.
Syaoran put the flowers beside and him and sat down opposite to both the girls.
After a little discussion of what happened, Sakura whispered in Tomoyo's ear.
"It's been bothering me for a while… but how do you feel about.. I dunno… kissing your BEST friend…?" She asked bluntly.
Tomoyo heated up and she blushed 67 shades of maroon.
"S-Sakura…" She replied. "Well… I did feel a bit awkward in the beginning but now I'm used to it a guess…"
It was true, she felt very embarrassed in the beginning but soon she let it go and took him more than just a best friend. But ever since that night when Eriol had come for her to Japan, she never noticed a slightest bit of hesitation in Eriol. He found it perfectly fine to kiss her or hug her or caress her hair.
Tomoyo changed the topic and looked towards Syaoran and then Sakura.
Sakura blushed at Tomoyo's gesture and shook her head violently.
"Well, hurry up!" Tomoyo scolded jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.
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Tomoyo stood in her kitchen, stirring a wooden spoon in the huge pot which had simmering soup in it. She was making it for Suppi who had been resting in Nakuru's room, since he couldn't be seen by her mother who had come from Japan while Eriol had gone.
Her mind was obviously on different things. She was looking blankly in the soup. She was wearing a thin silk sleeveless shirt with another silk gown on top and silk pajamas underneath.
"Tomoyo…" She heard a heavy voice call out.
Tears dwelled up in her eyes and she refrained from looking away from the pot.
-Tomoyo's P.O.V.-
I was angry. I didn't want to look at him. Or maybe it was just that I didn't want him to see my tears.
"I'm sorry…" He whispered to me.
This made me really boil up. I furiously turned my head towards him. His condition was awful. He had a bandage on his forehead, his whole abdomen was covered with bandages. His arms had a few minor bruises on them and he hadn't hand his glasses on.
"'I'm sorry!?!?' That all you have to say!?" I yelled at him but I kept my position.
He started walking closer to me.
"You had me worried sick ERIOL! I couldn't sleep at night thinking you would be hurt! AND THIS IS HOW YOU COME BACK! Now I will ALWAYS FEAR LOSING-" Before he let me scold him, he pulled me in a hug.
And I was not at any point surprised. He would never let me lecture about such things since we were young. And I didn't think he would let me start now. I desperately wanted to push him away and show him that I was angry, but how could I? The truth was, I wanted to hold him just as much. I wanted to be in his arms again, again after so long.
I knew he could feel my hot tears on his bare chest but I couldn't help it. I wanted to hold them back, but I couldn't.
I dug my face in his chest as he rested his chin on my head. I could feel him take in a breath from my hair. He would always do that and then compliment on my hair too.
I let him do what ever he wished. He had been out cold a week and three days. Thank goodness we had already graduated from high school and it was our summer vacations.
Nakuru had drained most of her strength trying to heal Eriol using magic and had been successful in not letting him die. I tended to his minor wound such as the forehead and arms. Nakuru put a few minor stitches on the stomach while she used the rest of her magic to heal him.
Though right now, he wasn't completely healed. I refrained from getting close to or putting force on his stomach due to the wound but he kept pulling me closer.
But finally he pushed me away lovingly and looked into my eyes. He put his hands on my face and wiped away the tears by his thumbs. I looked into his ocean of azure and searched for answers. His look was so different from before. It was so much more serious and… fatal…
But before I could ask him what was wrong, he caught my lips in a kiss. I closed my eyes gently and let him kiss and started to kiss back. But in a flash, I could feel him pin me hard to the wall. I hit the wall by his force and my back straightened as I lifted my head to kiss him deeper.
He had kissed me so many times before, but never had I ever felt him kiss me this way before. Eriol had never been this forcefully violent in a kiss before. And somehow, I liked the feel of it.
He took his hands down from my face and towards my shoulders. Then he broke apart but kept only a centimeter's distance between his lips and mine. I opened my eyes half to see him push his body against my body again as he kissed me again. He only did that to give me enough space to take in a breath of oxygen.
And as he kissed me more and more passionately, his hands went to my shoulders and he started to force the loose silk gown off of me. His hands made contact with my bare skin. His every touch left jitters down my body. The gown fell to the floor and he started caressing and tickling my arms. His fingers moved up and down my arms and forearms. I could feel him stop at the point to where my old cut was. But after a little hesitation, he went back to caressing me.
But my attention was to the kiss. He had never kissed like this before. It was as if he was trying to prove something to me by the depth of it. It was as if he was trying to tell me something from it. It was as if… he was… trying to express something more than just his love to me.
I let out a moan and in between the kiss, whispered his name. He was in no condition to do this, but it was his will and I was not going to resist. I wanted him to be happy, and if this was to make him feel better, so be it.
Then he finally broke apart, still inches away from me and looked into my eyes. I looked to him and smiled. He brought one of his hands up and tucked a strand of my hair back behind me ear.
"Eriol…" I whispered to him for no good reason.
I just wanted to call him, to say his name. He didn't reply, just kept looking into my eyes.
And at that moment did I see it. It was deep in his eyes. Lust. True, his lust wasn't the normal sexual lust, but it was there side by side with the love he had for me. A desire every man has in him no matter how much. And I was blessed enough to have a person who hid his lust deep inside him. I had noticed it so many times while he was with me. He had tried to bury his lusty, more desiring side in him and just let out his loving, more jolly and non-serious side. He was able to hold it in him till now and not let it show because I knew he respected me. He never forced me into doing something I would regret or be uncomfortable about because he loved me.
It was the same feeling. A want to do more than just sit together and watch movies. A want to do more than that look at each other and smile at school. A want to do more than just hug each other when distressed. A want to do more than just receive a peck on the lips when entering the apartment.
And I saw the same gesture in his eyes again. He had never been able to hide himself from me before so he was stupid if he thought he could hide from me now. He had a solemn and serious expression. I could see it in his eyes, the conflict which was going on in his mind to hold back that side of him. And it was time I had given that side a chance to show itself.
If I was to love that man who was holding me in his arms right then, I was to know all of his sides and manage to love all of them too. Regardless of how over the edge they were.
I leaned forward on my toes and kissed him again, this time me taking the initiative. I knew he was a little surprised but he let it slip and slid his tongue in my mouth. I let out a moan and heard him do the same. I then heard him snap his fingers while he still kept on kissing him and pinning me to the wall.
The kitchen door closed the locked set from inside magically. I felt a fire rage in me as I kept on kissing him. I was seriously glad that mom had gone for some meeting and Nakuru was sleeping in her room. But Eriol had locked the door just in case.
I could feel his hands slide on to my waist and make circles at my back. Then he cut of the kiss but kept his lips on me. His kisses made their way towards my neck and kissed my neck deeper and deeper. Yes, he had never kissed me like this before. And it was too much pleasure for me. He finally reached my collar bone and started kissing me there.
I felt my legs give out as I felt waves for pleasure run through me by his every touch. My hands made their way unconsciously into his blue hair as I lifted my head to give him more space to kiss. My eyes were closed shut and was moaning his name every now and then.
I had become so limp that I descended to my knees and slipped to the ground. Eriol moved with me as his hands made their way into my silk shirt. I could feel his soft touches on my stomach, he was making circles on it. Then one of his hands started moving upwards but it stopped just before his hand reached my breasts. He was still holding back, I knew it. He still didn't want to go even that far off. And I was glad because I didn't think I was that ready either. Not that I didn't trust him, I gave him all of myself and my trust that day he confessed his love to me and if he really wanted to go far off, I would oblige to his want. But I knew he would never even think of such a thing. He made it his own contractual obligation to not let himself slip out of control.
Since we were on the floor, my legs were straight. Eriol kept on kissing me and was slowly creeping up on my body. He was on his knees with his back parallel to my legs and his face, still buried in my neck. I let my hands slip and touch the back wall. The marble of the tiles was cold but it was being overdone by the heat from our bodies.
God did it feel good to finally give in to Eriol's need and let myself go. It made me feel so much better now to see Eriol happy. But more than that, I admit it, it was nice and indeed very pleasing to have a person to make love to. Someone I would not fear, a person I trusted the most. And what did I have to care, I had the most gorgeous man in school in my arms, I had him, a good human, in my arms. I had Eriol Hiragizawa, my ex-best friend, kissing me insistently and it was intoxication. I moved my hands over his chest, towards his neck and hugged his neck.
But then I could feel that Eriol had still not gained enough energy and he was getting tired by all the force he was exerting in his kisses. He broke apart and whispered in my ear, "I love you, Tomo-koishii…"
I wanted to reply, but didn't have to energy to either. The next thing I knew, Eriol had snapped his fingers and we were all dressed up and I was sitting under a tree in the park. Now come to think about it, it was the same tree under which I came and sat when I received that cut on my arm.
Eriol sat next to me and put his arm around me. I snuggled in his embrace and closed my eyes. His hands made their way in the sleeves of my half sleeves T-shirt and I could feel his touch on the gash on my arm. It hadn't been hurting much ever since we had got back from Japan.
I kept my eye closed and pretended to sleep. I felt a warmth on my arm and felt my skin tighten in that area. The gash was gone. I heard him whisper to me, "Now you have somewhere to belong… In my arms…"
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DONE! No… the story isn't finished and yes I did lie about the whole 'death' thing… hehe… first attempt to make M rated fluff… temme how it was…
Wait for the next chappie…
JA NE!
