Chapter 8
Meeting and Knowing
The streets were normally quiet for this time of the night. Tomoyo was walking through the almost deserted streets in quick footsteps, looking back every now and then. Her heartbeat was tripling with each step she takes, fearing that there might be someone lurking behind the large garbage can. She had never been robbed before and the feeling of walking alone in these kinds of streets is getting to on her nerves. The late night group reviews for the exams went a little over time.
The soles of her dainty purple shoes were squealing a little when she heard footsteps behind her. She looked back and her heart almost catches up her throat.
Someone was behind her!
"Hand me your wallet now or things will get messy", a grumpy voice demanded behind her. Tomoyo was rooted on the spot. Cold sweat was trickling down her back and she didn't now whether to run or to give her wallet as the man instructed.
"Hurry up no!" the man barked in her ears. Tomoyo jumped from where she was standing. She turned and saw another figure emerge from behind the man. With one smooth punch, the robber went falling face down on the hard concrete.
"You shouldn't walk alone. It's dangerous for a woman like you", he lifesaver said. He was walking slowly towards her, his face hidden in the dark silhouette of the wall beside them.
"Arigato", Tomoyo said, bowing, then strained to get a look at her saver's face. When he emerged from the darkness, her breathe sharpened. He has the most beautiful set of sapphire eyes that she had ever seen! He had midnight blue hair and was wearing eyeglasses but that didn't hinder his deep pools of blue from mesmerizing her.
"No biggie", the man said, staring at her.
"Who are you?" Tomoyo asked. Instead of answering, the man just stood there staring at her amethyst eyes as if searching something on her pale face. Then, there was another voice.
"Eriol! Where are you? They're coming!" an urgent voice called. Eriol turned around, said goodbye to her and ran as fast as he could. Tomoyo was left looking at his vanishing shadow. She heaved a deep breath and walked hurriedly away, smiling to herself.
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There was a knock on Sakura's room.
"Cherry blossom, may I come in?" Nadeshiko asked.
"Hai okaa-san", Sakura said, slipping her diary under her pillows. Her okaa-san always comes in at this time of the night to bring her a glass of milk. Her onii-chan is off in America, studying Medicine in Harvard so her mom's full attention now is always on her.
"Still not sleepy?" Nadeshiko asked. Sakura just shook her head.
"Okaa-san, don't tell this to otou-san but I bailed Syaoran out awhile ago", Sakura confessed. Never in her life had she lied to her mom and this time wasn't different. "I know," Nadeshiko said. "From the looks on your face, I know you'll somehow get him out".
Sakura smiled. "You just knew me too well. You know okaa-san, I feel strange being with Syaoran today. I don't know why but we seemed to connect in a few minutes. I've never felt this way with any of my friends before. Do you think it's something else?" she asked, flashing a little shy smile at her mother who was looking at her fondly.
"You know, I've felt that way with your otou-san once, too. Maybe it's something else. Maybe it's fate working it's charms on you."
"But you said there's no such thing as fate, okaa-san. Why does otou-san have to arrange my marriage for me? Couldn't I choose someone I wanted to marry?" she asked.
"Have you met Yukito?" Nadeshiko asked. Sakura was having second thought whether she should tell her she should say that she met him today but decided against it.
"Ie."
"When you meet him, that's when you decide if you like him. You have all the time in your life to decide. You're only nineteen. So I suggest you sleep now and think about this later, okay?" her okaa-san said and Sakura, once again, nodded. When Nadeshiko left the room, Sakura opened her pink diary again.
An excerpt from Sakura's diary.
(May 20, 2008)
I've met him only twice in my life yet he made me stay awake in both those time. Could this be fate? But then again, I met his brother today, too, the one I'm supposed to marry when I'm in the right age. I don't know what I feel. They're both okay and they struck me in a way. I couldn't explain…
Yukito knocked on Syaoran's door that night.
"Bro, arigato for not saying anything to otou-san. I owe you one", Yukito said, standing by the doorway.
"Why did you get drunk?" Syaoran asked while sketching something. Yukito closed the door and sat beside him.
"You know the feeling when someone's trying to make your own decisions for you? It sucks!" Yukito said, playing with molding clay. "It's like you're being twisted around like this", he said, twisting the clay until it broke into pieces. "And then, you'll break, too."
"What do you mean?" Syaoran asked.
"Otou-san involved me in an arranged marriage with a Japanese girl. I hate it, man. I haven't even met her before yet I'm already engaged with her! I haven't even graduated yet!" Yukito said and through the clay out of the window to emphasize how he felt.
Syaoran stared at him. "Japanese girl? What's her name?" he asked. There was something nagging at the corners of his brain that he shouldn't hear this yet he waited for his brother to answer.
Yukito gave a little mocking laugh.
"Kinomoto Sakura"
With the mention of the name, Syaoran fell off his chair.
There you go! Chapter 8 done.. 3 chapters done.. hehe.. I deceided to add a bit of Tomoyo and Eriol though it was really short.. Ha! Eriol can punch! Hehe.. stay tuned! I'll try to update as soon as I can..
Take are guys!
Ah lurve yoOh!
NiqueMon()(")
