Hope in an Old Friend
Starkitty
Disclaimer: I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura, it is owned by the incredibly talented team of CLAMP.
Chapter 3
"Madam? Ms. Sakura is here to see you."
"Let her in."
"Tomoyo! Oh my goodness, I'm sooo sorry. Are you alright, no of course not, uhm, how are you doing?" Sakura quickly took her friend into her arms, her words stuttering and bumbling as she struggled to find the right thing to say.
Tomoyo hugged her friend back, feeling just a bit safer in her friend's arms. "Thank you, Sakura." She said sincerely.
"Tomoyo?" Tomoyo looked up at the new voice and noticed Touya standing there. She nodded gratefully and he gave the slightest of smiles.
"What are you going to do now, Tomoyo?" Sakura asked.
"I don't know, Sakura. I honestly don't know." Tomoyo sighed
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She had it. She had his number. She had her father's number. She could easily enough call his number, leave a message saying mother was dead and hang up. One problem. What if he answered?
'It's alright, go ahead and call, he shouldn't be home now.' She tried to assure herself. Gathering her courage, she took a deep breath and dialed his number.
'Please don't answer, please don't answer, please don't answer.'
"Hello?" Came an English voice on the other line.
'Damn'
"Hello?" It asked again.
'Why is he there? Why is he there? Why is he there?'
"Is anyone there?"
"Yes," Tomoyo decided to speak "I'm here, Father."
"Who is this?"
"It's Tomoyo, Father, don't you remember?"
"Tomoyo-chan? Is that really you?" The voice quickly switched back into the native dialect, as if he had been using it all along.
"Yes, it's me. I'm calling to tell you that…" Her voice trailed off.
"What, Tomoyo, what's wrong?"
"It's Mother. There was a crash. Sh-sh-Mother's dead" Tomoyo choked up again.
"Sonomi's d-dead?" That's the last she heard before the line went dead.
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"TOMOYO-CHAN!!! Your back!" Sakura screamed excitedly, catching the notice of everyone else. "Hoe? Tomoyo, why aren't you in your uniform?"
"Ohayo, Sakura-chan." Tomoyo smiled softly. "I've just come to check in with the teachers and to get the assignments so I can catch up on my work. I still have so many things to plan right now. I hope they will understand."
Sakura nodded dejectedly. "Ano, let me know if you need help, alright, Tomoyo-chan?"
"Arigato, Sakura-chan." Tomoyo gave her friend a quick hug before moving on. She had a lot of teachers to see, including the principal.
An hour later Tomoyo walked out of the school loaded down with books and assignments and well wishes from all of her teachers, many letting her know that her school work should not be very important to her right now, that she should concentrate on herself and healing. Some also offered advice, from when they had lost a loved one. With a fake smile and cheerful attitude, she thanked them all generously and moved on. The principal understood her completely, having recently lost a close brother. She told her to take as much time as she needed off and to let her know if there was anything, anything at all she could do for her, to just call her whenever.
A gentle ring brought her out of her musings. Her cell phone flashed as it rang. Checking Caller ID, she noticed it was the funeral home calling her back.
"Hai, Daidouji-san?" Tomoyo answered.
"Miss Daidouji, I just wanted to let you know that we would be able to hold the funeral here for Daidouji Sonomi. We just need you to stop in at your earliest convenience to make arrangements."
"Is now too early?"
"Not at all ma'am, should we be expecting you?"
"Hai." Tomoyo changed her plans and re-directed her driver towards the funeral home.
The funeral home was very nice and would work out great to hold all of the guests. Her mother knew a lot of people. The funeral was in a partnership with a florist, and flowers would be covered in the cost. All she needed was to stop by the flower shop to pick out an arrangement.
The next stop was of course, the florist. The florist was very nice as well, and flowers were easy. The nadeshiko flower was her mother's favorite flower and the most obvious choice.
Tomoyo sighed gratefully as they were finished and she was on her way home. The funeral home and the florist had been very nice and sympathetic. Now that this was taken care of, she had less things to worry about.
Since her mother's death, she had contacted their, her, lawyer about reading her mother's will. Being her only daughter, of course, most of her possessions were now Tomoyo's, including the house and the company. As she was still too young and still in school, she appointed someone else to run the company in her stead. Once the funeral and such was over and done with, all she had to concentrate on then was the graduate high school.
College was a whole other matter. She had considered briefly about foregoing college altogether, but she realized that 1) she needed a degree if she ever hoped to run the business as well as her mother and 2) her mother wouldn't have wanted her to stop her school for her. Where she was going was a different story. She assumed that it would be Tokyo University like everyone else, but she wasn't really sure anymore.
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Since receiving her assignments, Tomoyo buried herself in her school work. It was all she could do to keep sane as well as keep up. She had decided to wait until after the funeral to return to school. It was just easier. She had already informed most of her mother's acquaintances and family members about the funeral, so that was taken care of. All that she had left to do was her school work.
"Uh-Miss Tomoyo! The-there's someone here to see you!" Tomoyo heard her maid call. She thought it kind of strange that her maid was calling for her to come down, but it made her even more curious as to why she had stuttered.
Tomoyo mouth would have dropped to the floor where it big enough at the sight. There at the door stood a familiar man with black hair holding a jacket over his arms and a suitcase in his hand.
There at the door stood her father.
"Otou-san" She whispered before falling in a dead faint.
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And that's a wrap. Sorry 'bout the cliffhanger, I just felt it was a good place to stop. My muse has abandoned me and I'm in sort of a writer's block so I wanted to get something out to, so I decided to stop there. The next chapter will be sooner I hope, and longer. We'll see how things go.
Ja ne, Starkitty
