Deadly Breakfast

Deadly Breakfast
Part 2 of 3

by Shirono

Tomoyo sat down at her desk and sighed.
"Here we go again."
She took out her scissors and began to snip tags off of random admirer's flowers. But one....she paused at.
It was a bouquet of....cherry blossoms.
She looked at the tag, for grins.
Not like it MATTERED who it was from, or anything, she thought.
"To Tomoyo,
From ----
Look behind you."
Tomoyo sighed and turned to look into Eriol's grinning face.
"I told you I'd bring more."
She quickly smashed the bouquet over his head, tiny pink shards of petal flying everywhere.
"Ow...Daisouji-san...."
"I warned you."
"O-ho!" Came a female squeal.
"Ne?" said Tomoyo, turning to her, "Naoko?"
"You and Eriol-kun broken up already?"
Tomoyo froze.
"Br...bro....ARG!!!"
"We were never going out, Naoko-san," Eriol commented coolly.
Tomoyo sighed.
"But a couple of the girls saw you and Tomoyo on a date yesterday."
"IT WASN'T A DATE!" Tomoyo shrieked.

The entire classroom hushed.
She giggled nervously. "Um, yeah....we were with Sakura and Syaoran, but...they had to leave, so it was just us."
"A double-date then?" said Takashi, turning around.
"NO!" yelped Tomoyo,
"IT. Wasn't. A. Date!!!"
Naoko shrugged and Chiharu whapped Takashi on the head with a notebook.

Syaoran and Sakura were walking in at that moment, Sakura helplessly giggling.

But Tomoyo still had the flowers on her desk!
She scrambled to put them on Sakura's desk, but it was too late.
"Ne, Tomoyo, it's you who gives me the nice flowers every morning?"
Tomoyo growled. It had been almost a year since she had begun this little game, and nothing had interfered. She was able to get rid of those flowers that made her guilty and she saw Sakura smile every morning.. Now the plan was ruined.
Because of HIM!

But she had other matters to attend to.
"Yes, Sakura, they are mine. I have so many that I don't know what to do with them."

She pulled a cup out of her bag and walked over to Syaoran.
"Syaoran,"she said, girinning devilishly, "we payed for your drink and you weren't even there to have it."
"Oh..t..thank you Tomo-"
*Splash!*

...and now Syaoran was dripping with chocolate-milk.
"TOMOYO!" yelled Sakura.
Tomoyo tittered. "O ho ho ho ho! That'll teach you to set me up with...HIM!"
She pointed at Eriol.
Syaoran got up to go clean off.

"And as for you, Hiiragizawa-san, you are not to speak to me again. Apparently, everyone thinks we went on a DATE, which we didn't, and if we dont speak, there will be no mis-conceptions."

Tomoyo's wrath is a very dangerous thing.

~~~

Tomoyo stared at her vanity.
"Serves him right!" she said to her reflection, pulling a comb violently through her long navy hair. At that moment, she was replaying the moment when she demanded Eriol no longer speak to her. He first had a look on his face that was reminicent of a grin. Like she wasn't serious, as when she threatened to put him in a body-cast for flirting (the prospect of Tomoyo injuring the much taller and stronger Eriol was kind of farfetched, anyway...). But in less than a second, he realized she was serious. He face donned a look of pain. He tore his eyes away from her gaze, took out a notebook, and opened it to a random page, where he pretended to be immersed. She watched him out of the corner of her eye for the rest of class. The page he was staring at was blank. He kept biting his lip, and anytime he read to the class, his voice was fainter than usual.
She slammed down the brush. "Serves him right."

But she almost doubted it for a second.
No, she wasn't ready to give or recieve affection from ANYONE other than Sakura.
Not yet.
Especially not to HIM.
Eriol. The one boy that ever had a chance of convincing Tomoyo she could love someone else.
That was why she disliked him so much.
She wanted to be in control.
But around him, she couldn't make sense of her feelings.
She didn't know why she froze when he touched her hair. Why she wanted to blush when he smiled at her.
And so, she despised him.
It was irrational to say the least, but that was how her mind worked.

And she intended to keep her mind working that way.

There was a knock at her door.
"Daidouji-san, someone is here to see you."
"One moment, I'll be down."

She got up and fastened a white bow in her hair. It matched her dress. She opened the door and proceeded downstairs, where he was there.
Eriol.
Was.
There.

Her face contorted in anger.
"Eriol-kun, I thought I told you...!"
She stopped.
Actually, he hadn't spoken yet. Even more so, she demanded this because she didn't want anyone to SEE them speaking. No one to her care was in the house.
He bowed, respectfully, as she made her way over to him.

"Tomoyo, I know you told me not to speak to you, but..."
She noticed that he was very good at hiding his anguish. Always was. Almost as good as her.
"But, if were aren't gonna speak again, I wanna tell you something."
Oh, here we go again, she thought. Another love confession, right? She was used to it. She had many admirers and many bouquets to prove it.

Or not.

"I wanted to tell you that I feel sorry for you."

What?

"That you must be very lonly, and not have much faith in yourself..."

W...what?

"And your affections for Sakura should have ended now, don't you think? Haven't you accepted the fact that she has a boyfriened? And that its stupid to reject others and your happiness for her?"

He turned.
"And I really would like to see you more happy, and less bitter. You look much less beautiful when you are bitter."

She gasped. Then looked around nervously, the grave mistake done...
He turned back.
"One more thing."

He held up a flower to her face. She was almost shaking.
No, she was shaking. She had lost it already. Lost the ability to hide what she felt.
He had broken that barrier apart when he stepped in the door.
He ran his hand over her hair and behind her ear. He tucked the blossom behind her ear.
Then he left.

She thought she had him! She thought he was about to admit defeat! He would confess his love! And he would be reduced to a normal admirer and nothing else!

But he didn't, and Tomoyo had lost.

He had dissected every part of her soul that she had keep so well hidden and guarded for all her life. And he had torn it apart.

Her hand turned into fists.

And he had torn her walls down. Her emotions that she had hidden for years. He had stripped her down so well that he could see them all.

A tear ran down her cheek.

"THAT BASTARD!"

She ran up to her room and slammed the door. She couldn't believe it. No one..had ever done that to her. She sobbed into her pillow.
She always knew she had a special feeling for him. She just chose to ignore it. Now, what? Now she had to embrace this feeling with her soul.
She thought things would be okay cause...he liked her and she wouldn't spite him anyway.

But she didn't really know now, if he ever liked her at all.

Could it be....
that the two people she ever fell in love with, would never return that love?

No.
"NO, " she said out loud.
She lost one love by admiring her quietly in the shadows.
Now she had found a boy who knew all her secrets, who knew how she worked, and understood him. Not only that, he was handsome, and kind, and funny, and...
She pulled a pillow over her head in frustracion.

NO, she wouldn't let this one get away. She couldn't. Even if he DIDN'T like her, now wasn't the time to worry. She was already desroyed. Now, she had to know.

Could she have him, if she wanted?

In the final chapter:

Tomoyo had to find a way to tell Eriol that she has feelings for him, without letting anoyone else realize, so if he refuses, she can act like it never happened. Can she do it? She's used to RECIEVING affection, but not very good at GIVING it. Lots of laughs. And maybe a few tears. Wish TOMOYO luck!