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Summary: This will be an E+T fic. Short. One shot...hopefully. When they're 18. Anyone oppose, check on how old Sakura's mom got married, k?
~*Complication*~
Tomoyo sat silently in her room. She had opened a beautifully carved wooden chest of many memories. No, the chest was not the one that she shared with her mother, Sonomi Daidouji. Inside were pictures of the times shared by Sakura, her and Syaoran. 'Those were the fun times.' She thought to herself.
Sakura had left for Hong Kong with Syaoran-kun. They were planning to be with Syaoran-kun's family for part of their honeymoon. They left Kero-chan behind to stay with her. So far, Kero-chan has been in the arcade room for the entire time leaving Tomoyo all alone.
Her thoughts began to wonder. 'Is it such a good idea for me to have set them up together?' She hadn't been lonely for a long long time. She remembered the times before she met Sakura-chan, her second cousin, how life had been for her before.
It is true that Tomoyo was really rich, but it is not true that people that that she was always happy. They thought she was happy. With her most innocent smiles and sincere personality, who wouldn't? Well, they didn't know the least of it.
She had always been alone. Without any siblings to play with. Without parents home at least half a week. Just herself and the servants. The servants tried to understand, but it was too complicated for them to even cheer her up.
Then 7 years ago, a boy from England transfered to her class. He was different from any other. Tomoyo could sense something different from him. It wasn't his magic of which she found out months after. It was perhaps she felt he was a lot like her. He could lie like it was the truth. He could be mischievious and maybe even do a better job than she could. He could be as innocent as she could match. In the end, he revealed his secret past life. After his division of power with Fujitaka, he went back to England with his guardians, Suppi and Nakuru. She never got to know him. She was never on his "friend" list. She was just an acquaintance.
He came back 1 month ago in time to be the best man. Syaoran wasn't too happy, but he prefered Eriol rather than Touya. Besides, Touya had his hands full with Nakuru chasing after him already. Tomoyo had been the dress designer and the maid of honour. Sakura and Syaoran had been so nervous that if anything had gone wrong, they'd go ballistic. Luckily everything went smoothly.
She snapped back to reality, the loneliness. She decided that she couldn't handle the silence any longer. Tomoyo slowly stood up, carefully and delicately put the wooden chest back to its original spot. Then she made her way out of the room, down the stairs, out the big front lawn and out of the big aluminum gate.
Tomoyo took in a big breath of the September's crisp air. It was cold and she didn't wear a jacket, only a sweater. The wind was howling. The feeling she wanted to escape at home was even stronger out here. At least it was more spacious; therefore, she didn't really mind. Tomoyo reached the school's playground and went to the swings like she hypnotised to do so. She sat there lightly swinging back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. She didn't care of anything in her life that moment and didn't realize a figure taking the swing next to hers for a while. She turned her dark head slightly to catch a glimpse of the person beside her.
"Hello, Daidouji-san. Haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?" the swinging figure asked.
Tomoyo kept her long stare before replying "Yes, it has been a while, hasn't it?," she went on with a lie, "Everything is fine. How about you?"
There was the little pause that she expected. "I'm fine, but I don't think you're fine. Are you, Daidouji-san?"
Tomoyo sat up straight. She knew she couldn't hide. It was next to impossible to lie at that moment.
"I-I-I am... I am lonely." She confessed.
"Is loneliness so bad?" the figure asked in a calm tone.
"What do you know about loneliness, Hiiragizawa-kun? What do you know about it? You've always had Suppi-chan and Nakuru-kun. How would you know? I never had any guardians or magic to keep me busy. The things that I do reminds me of how much loneliness I have in me. I always sing solo because no one else would sing with me. I always record other people's life and seeing how much joy they have in their lives. I always design clothings by my self. What do you know? You have magic to keep you learning and you could always pracitce with Sakura-chan and Syaoran-kun. You have Nakuru-kun and Suppi-chan that understands you and aren't paid to be by your sidde like my maids. How could you ever understand real loneliness?" Tomoyo said choking in her tears.
Eriol walked up to her and offered her his hankerchief. She gladly offered. "I may not know your loneliness, but I know mine. You miss Sakura-chan, don't you?" he questioned.
"Hiiragizawa-kun? When have you ever care so much about me? Not even once since we met. Not even when Sakura was here have you cared, but arigatou anyways." Tomoyo eyed him suspiciously and gave him one of her fake smile in the end.
"I just want to help wherever I am needed." Eriol also returned one of his fake smiles. They both knew each other didn't mean what they said, but they played along.
They both sat on the swings and started the swing back and forth again while the silence still stayed.
"Do you need to let it out?" Eriol asked looking at the dead crisp leaves being blown away. "Let what out?" she pretended not to know what he was talking about. He gave her the i-want-the-truth look.
She looked away a little angry at herself for getting out of the house in the first place. "I don't know how." Eriol still kept his calmness and suggested, "Try telling me your loneliness and cry it all out."
Tomoyo was reluctant, but finally gave in. She didn't know why she gave in. Maybe because she kind of trust Eriol. She didn't know.
Tomoyo started talking and before she realized how late it was, she had already felt better. She cried and when she did, Eriol kindly lent her his shoulder.
After she was finished, it got too cold and Tomoyo started shivering violently. Eriol noticed thisand quickly wrapped her in his coat. He carried her and flew them to his house.
"You're going to be warm soon. Hang in there." Eriol said worriedly.
When Eriol reached his house, his knock could've blown the house down. Nakuru and Suppi were suprised and went to an unconscious Tomoyo in his master's arms.
Before they could ask any questions, their masters ordered them to bring Tomoyo to his room and put every coat and blanket they could find on her.
Eriol stayed by Tomoyo's side and felt her hand. It was cold, but she was still breathing.
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What will happen to Tomoyo? Will come up on the next chapter.
Call me Jenai.
My pen name is too confusing with the whole story.
Jenai: I didn't think it was going to be this long. It wasn't meant to be. Though it is better than I thought considering this story wasn't planned out. Next part might take a while. Critisism will be accepted. In fact, it is welcomed. Jya
Summary: This will be an E+T fic. Short. One shot...hopefully. When they're 18. Anyone oppose, check on how old Sakura's mom got married, k?
~*Complication*~
Tomoyo sat silently in her room. She had opened a beautifully carved wooden chest of many memories. No, the chest was not the one that she shared with her mother, Sonomi Daidouji. Inside were pictures of the times shared by Sakura, her and Syaoran. 'Those were the fun times.' She thought to herself.
Sakura had left for Hong Kong with Syaoran-kun. They were planning to be with Syaoran-kun's family for part of their honeymoon. They left Kero-chan behind to stay with her. So far, Kero-chan has been in the arcade room for the entire time leaving Tomoyo all alone.
Her thoughts began to wonder. 'Is it such a good idea for me to have set them up together?' She hadn't been lonely for a long long time. She remembered the times before she met Sakura-chan, her second cousin, how life had been for her before.
It is true that Tomoyo was really rich, but it is not true that people that that she was always happy. They thought she was happy. With her most innocent smiles and sincere personality, who wouldn't? Well, they didn't know the least of it.
She had always been alone. Without any siblings to play with. Without parents home at least half a week. Just herself and the servants. The servants tried to understand, but it was too complicated for them to even cheer her up.
Then 7 years ago, a boy from England transfered to her class. He was different from any other. Tomoyo could sense something different from him. It wasn't his magic of which she found out months after. It was perhaps she felt he was a lot like her. He could lie like it was the truth. He could be mischievious and maybe even do a better job than she could. He could be as innocent as she could match. In the end, he revealed his secret past life. After his division of power with Fujitaka, he went back to England with his guardians, Suppi and Nakuru. She never got to know him. She was never on his "friend" list. She was just an acquaintance.
He came back 1 month ago in time to be the best man. Syaoran wasn't too happy, but he prefered Eriol rather than Touya. Besides, Touya had his hands full with Nakuru chasing after him already. Tomoyo had been the dress designer and the maid of honour. Sakura and Syaoran had been so nervous that if anything had gone wrong, they'd go ballistic. Luckily everything went smoothly.
She snapped back to reality, the loneliness. She decided that she couldn't handle the silence any longer. Tomoyo slowly stood up, carefully and delicately put the wooden chest back to its original spot. Then she made her way out of the room, down the stairs, out the big front lawn and out of the big aluminum gate.
Tomoyo took in a big breath of the September's crisp air. It was cold and she didn't wear a jacket, only a sweater. The wind was howling. The feeling she wanted to escape at home was even stronger out here. At least it was more spacious; therefore, she didn't really mind. Tomoyo reached the school's playground and went to the swings like she hypnotised to do so. She sat there lightly swinging back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. She didn't care of anything in her life that moment and didn't realize a figure taking the swing next to hers for a while. She turned her dark head slightly to catch a glimpse of the person beside her.
"Hello, Daidouji-san. Haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?" the swinging figure asked.
Tomoyo kept her long stare before replying "Yes, it has been a while, hasn't it?," she went on with a lie, "Everything is fine. How about you?"
There was the little pause that she expected. "I'm fine, but I don't think you're fine. Are you, Daidouji-san?"
Tomoyo sat up straight. She knew she couldn't hide. It was next to impossible to lie at that moment.
"I-I-I am... I am lonely." She confessed.
"Is loneliness so bad?" the figure asked in a calm tone.
"What do you know about loneliness, Hiiragizawa-kun? What do you know about it? You've always had Suppi-chan and Nakuru-kun. How would you know? I never had any guardians or magic to keep me busy. The things that I do reminds me of how much loneliness I have in me. I always sing solo because no one else would sing with me. I always record other people's life and seeing how much joy they have in their lives. I always design clothings by my self. What do you know? You have magic to keep you learning and you could always pracitce with Sakura-chan and Syaoran-kun. You have Nakuru-kun and Suppi-chan that understands you and aren't paid to be by your sidde like my maids. How could you ever understand real loneliness?" Tomoyo said choking in her tears.
Eriol walked up to her and offered her his hankerchief. She gladly offered. "I may not know your loneliness, but I know mine. You miss Sakura-chan, don't you?" he questioned.
"Hiiragizawa-kun? When have you ever care so much about me? Not even once since we met. Not even when Sakura was here have you cared, but arigatou anyways." Tomoyo eyed him suspiciously and gave him one of her fake smile in the end.
"I just want to help wherever I am needed." Eriol also returned one of his fake smiles. They both knew each other didn't mean what they said, but they played along.
They both sat on the swings and started the swing back and forth again while the silence still stayed.
"Do you need to let it out?" Eriol asked looking at the dead crisp leaves being blown away. "Let what out?" she pretended not to know what he was talking about. He gave her the i-want-the-truth look.
She looked away a little angry at herself for getting out of the house in the first place. "I don't know how." Eriol still kept his calmness and suggested, "Try telling me your loneliness and cry it all out."
Tomoyo was reluctant, but finally gave in. She didn't know why she gave in. Maybe because she kind of trust Eriol. She didn't know.
Tomoyo started talking and before she realized how late it was, she had already felt better. She cried and when she did, Eriol kindly lent her his shoulder.
After she was finished, it got too cold and Tomoyo started shivering violently. Eriol noticed thisand quickly wrapped her in his coat. He carried her and flew them to his house.
"You're going to be warm soon. Hang in there." Eriol said worriedly.
When Eriol reached his house, his knock could've blown the house down. Nakuru and Suppi were suprised and went to an unconscious Tomoyo in his master's arms.
Before they could ask any questions, their masters ordered them to bring Tomoyo to his room and put every coat and blanket they could find on her.
Eriol stayed by Tomoyo's side and felt her hand. It was cold, but she was still breathing.
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What will happen to Tomoyo? Will come up on the next chapter.
Call me Jenai.
My pen name is too confusing with the whole story.
Jenai: I didn't think it was going to be this long. It wasn't meant to be. Though it is better than I thought considering this story wasn't planned out. Next part might take a while. Critisism will be accepted. In fact, it is welcomed. Jya