Authors Note: I realize I haven't updated in months and I am sorry for that. Please don't be hard on me and continue your tryst with my arc lights and physics spin-off? And if it is any consolation, the delay was unavoidable. On a brighter side, the chapter is the longest I have written (and will write?) and quite the quirky one. Hope you like it. Also, I want to thank all of you for that terrific show of support on that flame for the last chapter, especially cielito lindo, , Nicks08 and Blissful Delight, krazypig91. You guys are awesome! Arigatou!
Disclaimer: No, they aren't mine.
My mother, on her death bed had held my hand in a vice grip and mumbled in a dysphonic sermon two advices for life. The first was to always, always and always use saffron and mint in deserts, they are a Daidouji trademark. The second was to never forget the flawless poise and élan which was another prerequisite for a Daidouji. Glacial storms, kitchen emergencies, garlic breath, blizzards, stalkers, bankruptcy, all have tried and failed miserably to wreak my composure. I never panic, period.
Deep breath and repeat again.
I, Tomoyo Daidouji, will not panic.
Inhale.
Exhale.
.
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Fricking pansies of Belfast! I have a deeply neurotic and hysterical friend who cried herself to sleep in my lap in a haunted laboratory, my pencil skirt looks like it is going to rip out any minute, this stupid furnace styled room is stifling me and Eriol won't lift his cursed phone. Mon Dieu! Should I attempt to drag her across the campus in a wheelbarrow or wait till a search party tried to find us? Maybe-
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"You!"
I was walking alone in a gigantic castle which was surprisingly empty. The chambers were without a trace of dust, the silver armored knights were gleaming and the banisters were freshly waxed. I flitted from room to room, hoping to see someone. At one point of time, I even heard a swish of a cloak from the far end of the hallway I had entered. Wondering if I was having hallucinations, I finally wandered towards the magnificent ballroom. The floor was paneled beautifully with mirrors and-
"Why am I wearing this outrageously yellow ball gown?" I exclaimed. When the answer came in muted echoes, I felt a tad foolish for throwing a question in the air. Perhaps one of those knights could answer my rhetorical query, I mused.
"Or perhaps me?" came a suave voice from the center of the ballroom. I looked up to see a debonair Syaoran Li, his steel grey cloak billowing in a theatric effect. I smiled graciously and walked towards him.
"I knew you would find me, Syaoran." I murmured as I leaned into him. True, I was a whole inch shorter than him and my crinoline was making it hard for me to get closer to him but none of it mattered when I found his lips to steal a quick kiss. I blushed at my impromptu actions and drew back when I noticed that he was frowning. A frown which made him look like a pug nosed reindeer. And I don't like pugs. Or reindeers.
"What are you doing Sakura?" He asked in a low rumble of voice which ricocheted of hidden desire and restrained passion.
"What does it look like to you, Syaoran?" I answered slyly and twirled his impatient locks languorously with my free hand. "or would you want to take this somewhere else?" A deep crimson blush crept past his neck. It took him a while to gulp his trepidation down and gather his voice. I smirked openly at the effect I was having on him. He brought his hands to pull mine away and took a deep breath. What I heard the next minute made my smirk duly vanish.
"No. I mean, of course yes but not this way! Not when you seem to seem to be out of your god damned mind!"
"Excuse me?" I said coldly, inching myself away from him.
"Exactly! What's wrong with you? Which clichéd fan fiction story did you read before getting knocked out that we are in this elaborate world of medieval castles and stuffy cloaks? And why are you throwing yourself at me like an imbecile barbet? I thought I had met my share of such demented woman in my career already!"
He stopped in the middle of his idiotic rant to muss his head with an exaggerated display of frustration. I merely blinked at him in an unfocused manner at his outburst. And as I processed the shock inch by inch, a nagging voice was growing louder in my head every passing minute.
"You are not the Sakura I know and least of all, not the Sakura I love. The woman I am head over heels for is a genius in particle physics, a woman so real that it is refreshing to even be around her, a woman who can swear magnificently even in Yiddish!" he exclaimed, grabbing my arms roughly and shaking my twice over. Did he intend to rattle the cogwheels of my brain? But despite my resistance and disbelief, the fog was clearing the way out. I faintly remembered swearing in Afrikaans. And physics?
"And most of all, she refuses to give me any credit to my so called image as a reigning movie star but indulges me enough to start anew." He finished, looking into my eyes which blazed with an unknown streak of determination. There was a chatter of voices in my head now and were slowly converging at a vague recollection in a seamless flow. I held my head and tried to walk away from that ludicrous rabble but he persisted.
"And if you could brave me all this time, then how could you allow a kid rattle your nerves like that? Surely I am more a pain in your arse than him, don't you think? I never knew you cared about silly magazine covers more than people. My persistence seems to have gone down the drains today. Why, It was pathetic seeing you bawling your eyes out on the floor, like a-"
Crack.
I never knew what I was being compared to, for right then I gave him a slap that would bruise red blue and black immediately. I was seething with rage. Anger was coursing through me faster than blood and I was itching to rain blows at him. The nagging voice turned out to be my long lost conscience and it sent wave after wave of memories to liven me up. The nerve of the arrogant snob to ridicule me! How dare he- wait, what was with that smirk on that insolently handsome face?
Mildly soothing his smarting cheek, Syaoran smirked even wider if possible and continued staring at me. When I returned it with a glare of my own, he let out a sigh of relief.
"So now that you are cured of your dementia, I think you should wake up." He said in a strangely gentle voice. As he neared me, I tried to back away instinctively. Reading the wary expression in my eyes, he held me and looked into them.
"Easy there, tigresse. Your knight here will keep you safe." He murmured, his warm brown eyes filled with reassurance. The mirrors everywhere were sparkling with an increasing intensity now and I was close to getting blinded. I held his arms in mild panic and tried to tell him that it was not making any sense, not yet.
"I don't want this, Syaoran. I am not- not ready… yet." I whispered.
"Somehow, I knew you would say that." He said, with a trace of forlorn hope crossing his face. And maybe that I was sitting in an emotional bedlam but I felt guilty on being the reason for that it. It's not that I see him losing hope any time. Rather I often wished he wasn't such an incurable optimist about me.
"Trust me, will you?" he said as the room opened up to a dazzle of bright streaming light. I stared at him in confusion as his body opened up to scattered chunks of radiance. He was fading away into a brilliant glow of white luminescence. I tried to hold onto his long armed sleeves but he pried it away from my hands slowly. Which creep tells a corny dialogue involving trust and fades away into oblivion? I got frustrated at him slipping away. He couldn't leave me to handle this mess, alone. What happened to knights in shining armors?
"Syaoran!" I growled menacingly as he vanished away. And with him went all the light in the room. The mirrors seemed to be broken under my feet. Cursing him and the mankind in general, I tried to grope my way through the dark. Did this castle even have a door or was I caved in for life?
Men are such flobberheads. Stay with them for too long and they shine their everlasting beacon of stupidity on you like a spotlight. Naturellement, my crazy friend and an idiot extraordinaire has had her share of those incandescent moments with Li. But it still surprised me to see her so comfortably asleep in his arms. Every living minute, she swears his head off and the moment she sleeps she snuggles to his chest and murmurs cozy words? She lives with denial as her alter ego, this girl. Moi, I would never cuddle up to a man in such a feminine gesture! Les choses que je fais pour son! Et elle-
"Daidouji, which way?" came a gruff voice ahead of me. Syaoran Li, my friend's sex god boyfriend-in-making. How he managed to track us in that obsolete laboratory is beyond my imagination but I will be eternally grateful to him for preventing the impending rip of my Chanel pencil skirt. So he hauled Sakura in his arms in a revealingly délicat gesture and I delegated myself to showing him a short cut through the rear of the campus towards the Kinomotos residence as he requested. Privacy seemed to be a moot point now, no? Oui, and I asked him that. And I got a very enlightening answer in the form of a noncommittal shrug from him. What can I say, he is quite the charmer. So the mini procession marched on through desolated buildings, deserted corridors and nifty shortcuts. He took the lead, with a stoic expression which was too morbid for me to familiarize with. She was only asleep, not concussed and bedlam was she? The Joan of arc expression was unnerving me. I followed his long strides with difficulty, contemplating over his insensate attitude. Something was odd, now. Eriol always assured me that Li was not the guy to be bogged down by anything in this world but today he was more sober than The Queen. What would make him-
"Daidouji?"
"Over the bend. You'll see the cottage." I replied as I maneuvered myself over particularly nasty creeper. And just like I said, we reached her place in a couple of minutes. I skirted round the gate to open the door with the spare key stuffed beneath the Petunias. He followed me wordlessly and laid her on the couch in the drawing room. I settled on the coffee table and looked at him rest her noiselessly. She seemed to clutch his shirt and grumble something but he shrugged it off effortlessly. And when he was done, without a glance, without even a word, he walked away!
Merde!
I nearly stumbled as I ran behind his disappearing form. I had a nagging suspicion on what would come next but I wanted to dismiss it as easily as it had flitted across my mind. It couldn't happen; I had faith in this man.
"Li!"
He stopped in his tracks but didn't turn around. And for once, I hoped I was being a pessimist and his sullen mood had nothing to do with-
"When Sakura wakes up, tell her that she's right, will you?" he said as he eyed me soberly before walking away. His gait was so unnatural that the alarm bells started ringing in my head. The forced determination he enthused was unsettling. Maybe I should just wait till Sakura; she was the key to-
Sweet lord! He must have overheard Sakura's emotional outburst. And there was only one conclusion I could muster as I watched his retreating form down the pathway:
Li had just given up on Sakura.
I felt miserable and absolutely wretched. Onscreen, it is much more chivalrous to be the selfless soul and give up an unrequited love. The clichéd scenes which tell that 'true love is letting go' are troll. In reality, letting go is like having an empty oxygen tank in a deep sea expedition. Every breath is painful and if you can't swim fast enough to reach the surface, you die. But I also know that though chasing a butterfly is a fun, the moment you catch its wings, it will never fly again. What more, the velvety touch of its wings will be forever imprinted on-
When I was a kid, I aspired to be a PR because it sounded fun, controlling people's lives and manipulating them. I was what you call a natural-
Sure Mei, you are the perfect bossy, dominating control freak who-
SNAP
"Oww! Woman, you just stapled my hand!"
"Quit being a wimp, Eriol and let me do the talking here! That's your phone flashing by the desk by the way."
-natural manager. So it was no surprise that I went on to be a PR for my cousin Syaoran Li. The best decision he ever made was to recruit me on his team. And-
That's only because you have never let him make any after he took you-
SNAP
"Sweetheart, what happened to your phone call?"
"It never rang- I mean, I will go and call Tomoyo now."
"Always the sensible one, aren't you Eriol?"
-And I must tell you that he is going to make his worst today. Syaoran Li, in a word, is an idiot. He is more impulsive than a toad's tongue looking for a fly. But the worst part is when he decides on a harebrained course of action and brings us all down to go with it. And when he does that, even I can't bully him out of it. Like the time he decided to fly to Cannes incognito and ended up being locked away for 24 hours as a terror suspect. I remember circling embassies to get him released and then another field day covering it up from the media. Not to mention he missed his own premiere and-
"Mei !"
"Eriol, You are really annoying me now! Do you want me to staple your mouth as well because that's what-"
"No, I just had a talk with Tomoyo and apparently Syaoran is playing the martyr. "
"Are you sure?"
"Complete with grunts and frowns and sober smiles."
I would love to continue with our chat but I have an emergency on hand. Occasionally, Syaoran gets sucker punched to the world of reality and when that happens, he goes and becomes a tragic martyr wallowing in a melancholic gloom. The effects aren't permanent usually, it's more of those acting genes of his which stage a presence now and then but you never know. And although I am not sure if he takes Gandhi or Napoleon for his inspiration but that phase usually starts with talking in ridiculous metaphors (Only, he thinks they are poignant and veiled.) and ends up with him actually taking a foolhardy decision to torture us all. I wonder what he'll make us go through today.
"I hope he fires you."
"That. does. IT!"
SNAP
"It was a joke!"
SNAP
"Mei, Put that darned stapler away or I am going to get a restraining order on you!"
-because that way both the grasshopper and the alarm clock would lose their point of existence. I mean if the minute's hand is me and Sakura is the hour's hand, I would be nothing less than a flitting grasshopper in the garden of life.
...
Oh you might as well let it be. Mei always says that I become obscure when talking profundity and I must restrain from blurting it out loud because people don't understand the heavily veiled metaphors. I am not sure if she really means that, though. But the conclusion is the same. When you see a woman practically cry her eyes out at the prospect of having me in her life, even as the most inconsequential part, it takes the fizz out of your cheery optimism, you know. I- I made a mistake when I thought she was in denial. It's me who's been in one, for so long that I took it as the truth all this time. Funny eh? Couldn't recognize my own symptoms and rather ended up tacking imaginary ones on her. Well, you can't make someone like you now, can you? And she was not entirely off the mark; I did make her life miserable. Killing her aspirations and meddling with her lifestyle, I feel wretched altogether. I never knew I could be this absolute rot of a person. Did she really mean all- all what she said? I would take a hundred blows on my head with her cricket bat if she denied it. Sigh, but she won't. And so I think, rather I reason that I should be out of her way.
It makes sense.
Girl hates boy.
Boy stays away from girl.
Girl happy.
It doesn't matter if boy is miserable or if he loves girl.
And now, I need to fix up an accident before I go home. I have had enough of this university, its geeky students and snotty brats, its obnoxious dean who aims to garner publicity by marketing me like a new investment and its female professors for whom I end up wrecking my life. Syaoran Li is a an actor and will be one always, a trifle heartbroken from today on but nothing a mug of whisky or a dazzlingly fake smile can't fix. My mom, for just this account, can go to hell temporarily on a short trip till her senses come back. Now where is that pug nosed gay freak who set up this catastrophe in the first place?
"Syaoran, I don't think it will work. And worst case scenario, he could go and use that as a leverage against you."
"Eriol is right but if you manage to pull it off, it would be fantastic. And that way I'll get time to pull some dirt on this kid and dent his credibility so he can't try the stunt again-"
"Mei, we don't know if he would even agree to our proposal leave alone you mudslinging him to-"
"But Eriol-"
I sighed as I heard them banter over my idea. Typical Eriol-Mei mix up. Normally, I would zone out till they rubbished me entirely to dictate their own plan or on rare occasions, conceding the thought to me. But today, I was not in a mood to listen to anything apart from my own dictums.
"Mei?"
"That guy is in love with Syaoran, for Pete's sake! Who else to make him see sense than Syaoran, you idiot?"
"Eriol?"
"Mei, we might as well be cautious when dealing with-"
"SHUT UP!"
"…"
"..."
"Good. Now, I do appreciate your ongoing debate which I am sure is in my best interests but I am done here. I think this is the best option we have and I am doing it tonight."
"But-"
"Not-"
"And that's all set. You people can bicker later. Mei, you know what to do?"
"Call the press to Da Vinci's after Eriol gives the nod?"
"Perfect. Eriol, you'll know when I tell you. Just make sure to get the snaps before they notice it."
"Got it. Are you sure you-"
"Later, Eriol. Later."
The mild showers we were having all afternoon were finally cleared to make way for a gloomy sun. Blanketed by foggy dark clouds, it hobbled uncertainly, peeking occasionally through the curtained windows. The dust beam through the ray of light settled on the olive green carpet right next to me, on the floor. I curled further into the couch and stared at those tiny specks of random particles sifting to and fro, only to be interrupted by a sudden clearing of the throat. I peeked through my blanket wearily to see Tomoyo looming over me.
"Hi." I said finally, when she refused to get bogged down with my indifference. I cringed visibly when all she gave was a curt nod and settled in front of me. It was starting to annoy me now, her apathetic attitude. And this was from yesterday. Sure she had stayed and watched over me till I woke up, prepared a light meal and stayed for the night when she realized that there was no one at home but it was all in a stiff cloak of formal humaneness. I know I love to pity myself sometimes but she was doing it better than me, albeit with a heavy dose of cynicism. Queerly, she was neither walking away nor was she acknowledging my presence. And self righteous isn't exactly how I would describe Tomoyo.
Not to mention that ever since I woke up, my head was in a complete mess right now and I didn't appreciate the idea of sanity or logic even approaching it. In an almost puerile fashion, I wanted to blame the tragedy called my life to Syaoran Li and stick to that statement for eternity. In that bizarre dream of mine, the dream Syaoran in encountered had understood my reluctance and even agreed to it. He felt so- so real and alive when I held him…
So why was I feeling like a complete jerk? I did the right thing, didn't I? So what was this miserable feeling creeping everywhere? And where was the actual guy in question? Surely he wouldn't miss a chance to pester me-
"He won't, anymore."
"Huh?"
"He will not bother you, Syaoran I mean. He's gone."
"Ah, another movie? Finally! Strange he never mentioned it-"
"…"
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Because you have the thickest head in the world!"
"Wha-"
"Listen for once, Sakura. You always hear, what you want and when you like. So now, try to melt that impregnable fortress of yours and let this get into your head because I am not going to try to make you see sense ever again. Li is gone. And by gone I don't mean away from this closeted world of your university but from your life. In all probability he heard your impromptu wailing in the laboratory and convinced himself that he is the reason for you going hysterically mad. If only he could consult me, I would have told him plainly that you are a neurotic mélange of a personality anyway. But now that guy decided to end this soap opera you have been directing all the while and go back to where he was. Oh, and just so you know, he did quite a show yesterday night. When he really didn't have to, least of all, for you. But he did and things are all fine in your rosy world now. Now if only you could stop acting like a fragile glass doll and straighten your head, you will see that he did love you. If it didn't matter to him that you are a physics nerd with unkempt hair, I don't see why you need to be a Barbie doll and keep shouting hoarse of your apparent incompatibility with him."
I stared at her, gaping like a goldfish. My mouth opened and closed on its own accord a few times. I felt small and worthless under her writhing glare. Bravely, I tried to speak something, anything but instead a strange squeaking sound escaped through my mouth. My indignation at the baseless accusations she had hurled at me and the meek self justifications I could think off, all ended in an empty gasp. And while I expertly mimicked a distressed goldfish, Tomoyo took the lead and dropped a rolled up magazine in my lap.
All the impulsive questions which were at the tip of my tongue dissipated when I saw the nasty blue gloss. The Blue Cardboard, freshly printed, straight from my very own personalized hell and absolutely free.
After a long sigh, I unfurled it tentatively, expecting to see a glossed up picture of me and Syaoran in one of those 100 compromising positions. Instead, it had a shirtless Syaoran with his trademark smirk.
Syaoran Li's biggest secret – Cover Story.
Something was wrong. Why would they miss a chance to put me on the cover when I was the secret? I flipped through the pages rapidly for the article in question. The centerfold had a bigger picture of Li along with-
Li pampers his gay fans!
"Percy"?
"That's right. Percy, not Sakura"
I jerked my head up in confusion. It didn't make sense. The tip off was that me and Syaoran would be exposed. So how did this miracle happen overnight? I looked at Tomoyo's smug face with bewilderment.
"But- But it was to be me. How-"
"He coaxed that jerk to lay off you in return of a glitzy dinner event with him." She said with an air of faked nonchalance but I could tell that there was a hint of pride in her voice when she said that.
Holy mother! Tomoyo was right. I skimmed through the article in haste only to see that I was not even referenced. The whole 4 page article spoke of a candid interview of the Syaoran Li by a gay fan over dinner at one of the swankiest restaurants in London. I let the magazine go and sat up with a start. It was over. He had indeed taken his job as the knight in shining armor seriously. And that's when I could finally recollect the whole dream, his warm words of reassurance, his carefully masked despair, his promise to be my knight and his last words.
Trust me.
Suddenly, it was all clear. The supposed dread on being compromised in a scandal and the expected relief on it being averted had all disappeared. I felt cold and extremely miserable. Something elusive was sitting on my shoulder and gnawing my head away all this time and I only realized it now. True I was also extremely embarrassed at the prospect of facing Syaoran after all this but better that than let him go.
I looked up to Tomoyo in a silent plea of understanding. She stared for an eternity before letting her guard down and slumping beside me.
"There is thing about you Sakura that makes it extremely hard for me to stay mad at you." She said finally, giving a small smile of acceptance. I hugged her tightly and blinked away my tears. She returned it with the newly thawed affection but pulled away suddenly.
"You know what to do now, don't you?"
I nodded and got up in a burst of energy. The fog had cleared away and I was done being an idiot. As I stepped out into the sun grinning foolishly, I couldn't help notice that life was perfect, again.
My head was being thrashed with a huge hammer and I couldn't even lift my hand to swat away the obnoxious person doing it. I groaned and tried to turn away but the brutal clubbing persisted. I slipped deeper into the covers but now the ringing was accompanied by a shrill voice.
"Syaoran?"
I groaned and muttered a feeble go away before trying to sink into the underworld. But cruelty got redefined when the life saving covers were pulled away to leave bleeding to death. The harsh light pierced and punctured through my eyes and I prayed to rather go blind when it was replaced by a shadowy silhouette for an instant. Because the next minute, I felt a warm weight sheath me and a sudden intake of breath.
I tried to get up but it was like my sensory system was on a holiday. It took quite an effort to open my eyes, groggily. It was a woman looking at me with a somewhat familiar smile. I peered at her curiously. She had green eyes. Green and moist eyes, looking back at me apprehensively. I frowned as I tried to put it all together. She was too close, closer than-
I tiptoed into his room and peered around but he was nowhere in sight. His luggage, however was scattered around in the hall. The bags were packed haphazardly with clothes spilling out of them and there was toothpaste spread across the carpet and one of his shoes. I cringed at the possibility of encountering a drunk Syaoran and walked into his bedroom gingerly. My whispers elicited no response so I tried to push the curtains away to find a way through the chaotic mess. Finally, buried under coat hangers and crumpled jeans, I spotted Syaoran's hand and pulled away the covers. The relief on seeing him was indescribable. The empty feeling coursing through me since yesterday had healed finally and I knew why.
I was in love with Syaoran Li, his kisses, his whacky love notes, his stalking syndrome, his smile and him. And I said just that before closed his lips with my own.
"Syaoran?" she said as she hovered over my face. Her body was flush against mine and it was tantalizingly soft. My hangover was disappearing already and I squinted to see this woman draped over-
"Sakura?" I yelped. I was pathetic. Now I was starting to hallucinate over her. I was clearly living those stupid dreams I fantasize about, again! I needed treatment and some good sleeping pills to avoid this tangle of ideas, illusions and dreams. I-
"I love you." She said before closing in for a sweet kiss. She tasted minty and fresh. And it was not until she held my face hungrily and nibbled my lower lip that it registered to me that she was real. I opened my mouth in shock but her tongue found mine in a desperate caress. That was when I let go of my rationality and grabbed her waist to haul her closer to me. I didn't know why or how we happened now but she was here and that's all what mattered.
Reality sometimes does get better than your wildest fantasies.
Author says: I again hope that I have not lost my readers for time I took to put this chapter up. But then, I promise the remaining chapters will flow swiftly. Thanks for putting the story alerts and the favorites.
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Alert: Date: July 1st 2010.
I am really sorry but I realized I had some minor corrections to make, nothing life altering though.
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