Hey minna-san! I'm back with another of my weird and wacky chapters. I myself don't know what made me write this chapter….anyways, I thought- if we directly begin with detention, the story is going to end up being really short…..and being the wicked authoress I am, I decided to beat around the bush a bit!
Just so you know, this story is kind of based on a real story. However, the idea of detention is PURELY ORIGINAL! The guy likes the girl, but the girl well; she doesn't like him yet….
I am getting the feeling that my story really lacks some good romance….do you think so? Don't worry; I am going to make it really cool towards the end! (Not mushy, but COOL)
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING….
And now, its time for some Eel Sushi with Eriol….. (Sorry, but I love Eel sushi!)
Eriol: MSB, what made you write this wacky story?
MSB (cries): don't you like it, Eriol-kun?
Eriol: um….it isn't very cool. I think that anonymous guy said something true
Tomoyo: No, MSB, that anon guy is a moron!
(Sorry, but dude, I REALLY despised ur review!)
MSB: thank you, Tomoyo-chan! (Glares) I'll see you soon, Eriol-kun…
Eriol (prays fervently): I'm sorry God! Please forgive me!
MSB (grabs chainsaw): so, everyone, enjoy the next chapter!
CHP 3: PLAY TO YOUR STRENGTHS?!
"Tomoyo, you do know I received a call from your teacher today," said Sonomi Daidouji, her eyebrows raised. "This note confirms everything," she continued, slitting the envelope open.
Tomoyo sat motionless, looking straight into her mother's eyes. The elegant couch they were sitting on looked like melting chocolate in the sun's orange rays. An expensive looking coffee table reflected the two occupants of the room.
Sonomi glanced at the note in her hands and said, "I didn't know you had changed so much."
At this point, Tomoyo got up and yelled, "Look mother, I didn't do anything! You do know that this kind of behavior is so unlike me! How can you say this? And I'd never team up with Hiiragizawa for anything!" she finished, tears falling from her eyes.
Sonomi Daidouji's expression softened. She placed the ivory pen knife aside and looked at her daughter and said, "I'm sorry, Tomoyo, but the teacher says-"
"Mother, you do know that the teacher is an idiot! He didn't even hear my side of the story!"
"That's enough Tomoyo! You are not to speak about your teachers like that!"
"I knew it! You just don't care about me! No one does," yelled Tomoyo, tears falling rapidly down her face. She ran to her room, swearing loudly as she climbed the stairs.
Sonomi sighed as she heard the distant sound of a door being banged.
Glancing at the note she thought, "She's just as headstrong as you were, Yamato."
Tomoyo cried herself to sleep. The next morning, she woke up with red rimmed eyes and a headache. She quickly had a shower and decided to go to school.
The maids served her breakfast and she ate, without scarcely glancing at her mother. Sonomi sipped her orange juice and glanced at her daughter, who was chewing her omlette in a villainous manner.
Tomoyo finished her breakfast and slung her back park on one hand and without saying goodbye, walked out.
She hadn't taken her limousine today as she didn't want to go with her mother. She was thus compelled to walk.
Tomoyo was familiar with the streets in Tomoeda even if she went by car everyday. As she reached a forking, she decided to take a short cut as she had to get to school early.
The cool breeze and the pale cherry blossom petals floating down were making her feel cheerful already. She took a left turn; her vision was obscured because of a huge mulberry bush.
And that's when everything went wrong.
Tomoyo collided with a speeding bicycle. Her hands flew out to brace her fall, but to no effect. Tomoyo felt her nose collide with the rough pavement and she felt her bag slide off her back and hit a pole with a thud. She lay still, her mind unclear because off the blood that was trickling down her forehead and nose. The world seemed suddenly devoid of sound and activity to her.
After lying still for a few minutes like that, Tomoyo felt that the volume had been suddenly turned on. The world's movement came back like a rush and Tomoyo could hear a boy's voice, anxiously yelling, "Hey? Are you alright? Say something! Please!"
Tomoyo sat up, rubbing her head. She glanced at her hand, which was stained crimson with blood. The boy slowly slid into focus. Tomoyo gasped when she realized who it was.
"You!" she yelled angrily.
The boy looked at her and said, annoyed, "Oh, it's you, Daidouji. Can't you see where you go?"
"Hey Hiiragizawa! It's your fault! I was following the rules! You were the one who was speeding!"
"Oh yeah? So what? I was late for school!"
"It's just 7:00 AM for Pete's sake!"
"You never take the road! Where's your limousine?" asked Eriol suddenly.
Tomoyo quieted and looked down at her feet. Eriol looked at her surprised. Realization suddenly dawned to him.
"So your mother kicked you out, did she?" he asked viciously.
Tomoyo looked at him, tears forming in her eyes. Eriol looked slightly wary as she stood up shakily and said, "You'll pay for that, Hiiragizawa! I'll make you regret you were ever born!"
"Daidouji, wait up! You're injured!" yelled Eriol, ashamed of himself.
But Tomoyo was already gone.
Eriol reached school and began his duties as class prefect. After he had placed the chalks in the box near the blackboard and placed some fresh flowers in the vase on the window sill, he noticed Tomoyo.
She had a large bandage on her head and her nose had a stick-on bandage. She was, as usual, busy reading a book. Eriol placed the duster aside and walked to Tomoyo, when the door opened and Sakura sped in.
"Tomoyo-chan! Oh my God, Tomoyo-chan! Are you alright? Who did this to you?" yelled Sakura, her eyes full of tears. Tomoyo smiled sweetly and said, "don't worry, Sakura-chan. I'm OK."
Eriol noticed, for the first time, the sincerity and love in Tomoyo's smile towards Sakura. Even though she hated him so much, she was kind-hearted and loving towards everyone else.
Suddenly, Li walked in. Eriol saw that Tomoyo's smile faded slightly. She tried to grin, but failed miserably when Sakura ran to him and flung her arms around his neck and began to cry.
"Daidouji-san! Are you OK?" asked Li, concerned.
"I'm fine," said Tomoyo, smiling. "What happened?" asked Li, his eyes surveying her forehead which had little crimson blob beneath the bandage.
Tomoyo opened her mouth to tell him about the accident, but she noticed Eriol, who was trying hard to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"Tell you later," she muttered.
After everyone had filed in, Tomoyo realized she had to go and stand outside the principal's office. She watched Eriol go out and followed him, eager to keep the distance.
As they stood out, Eriol glanced at Tomoyo, who was playing with her hair. He felt really guilty; he knew he hated her and she hated him as well, but as he was at fault, he should apologize.
"Daidouji-" he began, but the teacher approached them, panting.
"You have to start with detention from tomorrow," he said, gasping for breath. Tomoyo's heart soared; now she could go back to class.
"However, you have to stand out of the principal's office for the 1st 5 periods," he added, smiling evilly.
Eriol sweat dropped and Tomoyo burned with rage.
'What is that : "! Problem?' thought Tomoyo, her eyes burning.
'I might as well apologize to Daidouji now,' thought Eriol. But he could not muster the courage and by break-time, he left with a feeling of guilt.
Tomoyo left for the class, her mind rifting off to her own world.
'Today what he did was unforgivable! I mean, he could not even say a teensy weensy sorry? How proud can you get? I used to think he was good in a way- at least he wasn't as headstrong and thick-skulled as they other guys are, but no, yet once gain, I'm proved wrong! Eriol Hiiragizawa is nothing what the average girls and his stupid fans think he is: he is rude, inconsiderate, hasn't a bit of the word 'gentlemanliness' and thinks no end of himself! I have to get my revenge! When you hurt a Daidouji, you hurt an Amamiya as well!' she thought, her eyes burning with fierce determination.
She sat down and began to think, chewing on a sandwich. It was almost end of break time and Tomoyo still had not found a way of avenging her pride. Her so far ideas were far too sketchy and ended in the offender being killed. Tomoyo certainly didn't want that.
She was considering pounding him up by her bodyguards when Li entered. Tomoyo was thankful to see he was alone. If Sakura would be there, she would have fainted at the very thought of Tomoyo planning something so evil!
Li glanced at the weird diagrams on her notebook and said, "Want someone exterminated, Daidouji-san?"
He scrutinized the diagram and saw, what looked like, a half-bald guy wearing glasses, being strangled by a huge anaconda.
Chuckling, he grabbed the paper and crumpled it.
"Li-kun!" protested Tomoyo but Li interrupted her, saying, "Daidouji, if you really want someone killed such movie ideas are not going to help."
Tomoyo knew Li had immense knowledge on the subject of revenge or 'pounding up' as he called it. So, she listened, her eyes focused.
"If you want revengeplay to your strengths," said Li somberly.
Tomoyo looked confused and said, "What kind of asset of mine is going to help me in this?"
"I'm good at singing," she said half-heartedly. Li shook his head and said impatiently, "not that. Think."
Tomoyo thought hard. Suddenly, her face lit up and she said, "But of course! Thank you Li-kun!"
She quickly hugged him and Li, red in the face, said, "Just don't tell Sakura I told you to do it, OK? She goes berserk when she hears I am into all this."
"Don't you worry! I'll keep this conversation strictly confidential," giggled Tomoyo and she ran out.
Wondering what asset Tomoyo will use? I have to think as well….so, see you in the next chapter!
