History Repeats Itself
Part 5: Broken Hearts and Kitchen Fires
A/N: Sorry for the weird title, but it's for the lack of anything better. Unfortunately, this isn't gonna have very much romance. Gomen-nasai! Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
(Sunday, Syaoran's apartment)
*DING-DONG!*
Syaoran, who was cooking himself some breakfast, jumped at the sound of his doorbell. When he opened the door, a perfectly groomed young lady stood there.
"Tomoyo-chan. Isn't it a little early to be tortured?"
Smiling brightly, as always, she replied, "Of course not, Syaoran-kun! Demo, that's not what I'm here for today." She stepped in as Syaoran moved out of the doorway, and an unwonted serious look replaced her normally cheerful one.
"I can see that. What's wrong, Tomoyo-chan?"
"It's Sakura. You know that charity auction?"
"Hai, I heard about it. A mystery man bid 90000 yen for a date with Sakura-chan."
"Un. I found out who it was."
"And it would be....?"
"*Sigh* Motimiya-sensei."
"NANI!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
Tomoyo, being the clever girl that she was, began to back away, edging towards the door.
Meanwhile, Syaoran started to rant angrily (VERY angrily) about how such a sweet girl could be taken advantage of. Of course, he was completely oblivious to the almost-gone Tomoyo; he was too caught up in his rage.
As much as Tomoyo knew she would be best off at least 5 miles away from Syaoran right now, she needed to finish telling him about their date. So, reluctantly, she stayed. "Are you done yet, or are you going to rant some more? I still need to tell you the details," she said, calm as always.
Tomoyo's words had put Syaoran's fit on pause for a second, but at the fact that there were details, he started up again.
"HOW could she go on a date with that teacher!!!! What if he did something to her???" He finally decided to settle down.
"Well, they went to a very nice restaurant, and Sakura looked absolutely gorgeous, I wish you could have seen her, Syaoran-kun!-..."
At the mentioning of seeing Sakura with that evil teacher (in Syaoran's mind), his eye began to twitch.
"Oops.. hehe! I mean, she didn't look- oh wait, that's not good either. Uhhh... nevermind!"
His eye had ceased the twitching, but Syaoran was now grasping his sofa arm EXTREMELY tight.
"Well, he came to her door, and Motimiya-sensei gave Sakura-chan a bouquet of... what was it? Oh! Sakura and daisies. Yes, that's what it was. So then, they went to-- Ne, Syaoran-kun, what's that burning smell?"
Syaoran's eyes went wide as he remembered his breakfast. "SHIMATTA!!!!" He ran frantically into the kitchen, turned off the oven and was about to reach in to save his biscuits when...
"Ne, Syaoran-kun? You might want this first!" As always, Tomoyo had thought ahead, and was therefore standing in front of the frantic schoolboy, holding out an oven mitt.
"*Sigh* Do you always have to be so perfect, Tomoyo-chan?"
"Hai. Look where you'd be without me! With a burnt hand and an oven on fire!" She smiled cheerfully.
"Nooo... I would be eating my breakfast, which would be perfect, because I wouldn't have been distracted by YOU!!!"
Tomoyo just shook her head. "*tsk tsk*, You shouldn't be angry at me, Syaoran-kun. Remember, I still have all the untold details of Sakura's date."
"Hai, hai. Let's go back then."
Tomoyo was about to turn back when she burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"*Haha!* I- y- you still have on your oven mitt! *Hahahaha!*"
Syaoran was deeply disturbed at the fact that she found this funny, but looking down, he saw that it was almost completely burnt, and very little of the mitt was still intact. And what's more, it was on fire!
"AHHHH!!!!"
Tomoyo laughed her head off some more, until Syaoran put out the fire, then proceeded to the living room.
(After the telling of Sakura-chan's date)
"And then he kissed her on the cheek and left."
Syaoran was steaming mad. Tomoyo could practically see the smoke coming through his very red ears.
"And you say she did WHAT?"
"She smiled and said goodnight. It's not like she kissed him back."
"Sakura-chan should have slapped him!"
"Why? He didn't do anything that bad. Well, actually, maybe she should have. I don't know! I think she kinda likes him."
"After two months??? She likes him after only two months??? I've liked her for practically 8 years, and she falls for him in TWO MONTHS????"
"Hmm. You have a point, Syaoran-kun. Demo, it's Sakura-chan's choice."
"... She doesn't make the best of choices."
"Well, then maybe you should just TELL HER HOW YOU FEEL!!!!"
Now Syaoran was depressed. Oh, he was still angry. But he didn't want to beat up Motimiya-sensei for three very rational reasons.
1) He didn't want to hurt someone if Sakura-chan liked them.
2) He didn't want to get in trouble, and he knew he would be in VERY BIG trouble if he hurt a teacher.
3) He wasn't sure if he was stronger than Motimiya-sensei anyway. No use in taking a stupid chance on finding out.
"I can't tell her. She'll just break my heart even more."
Tomoyo took pity on Syaoran and patted him on the back. "Don't worry, Syaoran-kun. I'm sure she loves you. I think she's just confused." With that, she got up and left the apartment.
Syaoran sank down into the comforting old couch and tried to fight what he couldn't stop. 'It's okay... you'll get your chance.' But nothing could stop the tear from traveling down his face.
A/N: I feel so bad for Syaoran! Demo, I hope this had a bit more humor in it! Tell me if ya liked it!
Part 5: Broken Hearts and Kitchen Fires
A/N: Sorry for the weird title, but it's for the lack of anything better. Unfortunately, this isn't gonna have very much romance. Gomen-nasai! Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
(Sunday, Syaoran's apartment)
*DING-DONG!*
Syaoran, who was cooking himself some breakfast, jumped at the sound of his doorbell. When he opened the door, a perfectly groomed young lady stood there.
"Tomoyo-chan. Isn't it a little early to be tortured?"
Smiling brightly, as always, she replied, "Of course not, Syaoran-kun! Demo, that's not what I'm here for today." She stepped in as Syaoran moved out of the doorway, and an unwonted serious look replaced her normally cheerful one.
"I can see that. What's wrong, Tomoyo-chan?"
"It's Sakura. You know that charity auction?"
"Hai, I heard about it. A mystery man bid 90000 yen for a date with Sakura-chan."
"Un. I found out who it was."
"And it would be....?"
"*Sigh* Motimiya-sensei."
"NANI!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
Tomoyo, being the clever girl that she was, began to back away, edging towards the door.
Meanwhile, Syaoran started to rant angrily (VERY angrily) about how such a sweet girl could be taken advantage of. Of course, he was completely oblivious to the almost-gone Tomoyo; he was too caught up in his rage.
As much as Tomoyo knew she would be best off at least 5 miles away from Syaoran right now, she needed to finish telling him about their date. So, reluctantly, she stayed. "Are you done yet, or are you going to rant some more? I still need to tell you the details," she said, calm as always.
Tomoyo's words had put Syaoran's fit on pause for a second, but at the fact that there were details, he started up again.
"HOW could she go on a date with that teacher!!!! What if he did something to her???" He finally decided to settle down.
"Well, they went to a very nice restaurant, and Sakura looked absolutely gorgeous, I wish you could have seen her, Syaoran-kun!-..."
At the mentioning of seeing Sakura with that evil teacher (in Syaoran's mind), his eye began to twitch.
"Oops.. hehe! I mean, she didn't look- oh wait, that's not good either. Uhhh... nevermind!"
His eye had ceased the twitching, but Syaoran was now grasping his sofa arm EXTREMELY tight.
"Well, he came to her door, and Motimiya-sensei gave Sakura-chan a bouquet of... what was it? Oh! Sakura and daisies. Yes, that's what it was. So then, they went to-- Ne, Syaoran-kun, what's that burning smell?"
Syaoran's eyes went wide as he remembered his breakfast. "SHIMATTA!!!!" He ran frantically into the kitchen, turned off the oven and was about to reach in to save his biscuits when...
"Ne, Syaoran-kun? You might want this first!" As always, Tomoyo had thought ahead, and was therefore standing in front of the frantic schoolboy, holding out an oven mitt.
"*Sigh* Do you always have to be so perfect, Tomoyo-chan?"
"Hai. Look where you'd be without me! With a burnt hand and an oven on fire!" She smiled cheerfully.
"Nooo... I would be eating my breakfast, which would be perfect, because I wouldn't have been distracted by YOU!!!"
Tomoyo just shook her head. "*tsk tsk*, You shouldn't be angry at me, Syaoran-kun. Remember, I still have all the untold details of Sakura's date."
"Hai, hai. Let's go back then."
Tomoyo was about to turn back when she burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"*Haha!* I- y- you still have on your oven mitt! *Hahahaha!*"
Syaoran was deeply disturbed at the fact that she found this funny, but looking down, he saw that it was almost completely burnt, and very little of the mitt was still intact. And what's more, it was on fire!
"AHHHH!!!!"
Tomoyo laughed her head off some more, until Syaoran put out the fire, then proceeded to the living room.
(After the telling of Sakura-chan's date)
"And then he kissed her on the cheek and left."
Syaoran was steaming mad. Tomoyo could practically see the smoke coming through his very red ears.
"And you say she did WHAT?"
"She smiled and said goodnight. It's not like she kissed him back."
"Sakura-chan should have slapped him!"
"Why? He didn't do anything that bad. Well, actually, maybe she should have. I don't know! I think she kinda likes him."
"After two months??? She likes him after only two months??? I've liked her for practically 8 years, and she falls for him in TWO MONTHS????"
"Hmm. You have a point, Syaoran-kun. Demo, it's Sakura-chan's choice."
"... She doesn't make the best of choices."
"Well, then maybe you should just TELL HER HOW YOU FEEL!!!!"
Now Syaoran was depressed. Oh, he was still angry. But he didn't want to beat up Motimiya-sensei for three very rational reasons.
1) He didn't want to hurt someone if Sakura-chan liked them.
2) He didn't want to get in trouble, and he knew he would be in VERY BIG trouble if he hurt a teacher.
3) He wasn't sure if he was stronger than Motimiya-sensei anyway. No use in taking a stupid chance on finding out.
"I can't tell her. She'll just break my heart even more."
Tomoyo took pity on Syaoran and patted him on the back. "Don't worry, Syaoran-kun. I'm sure she loves you. I think she's just confused." With that, she got up and left the apartment.
Syaoran sank down into the comforting old couch and tried to fight what he couldn't stop. 'It's okay... you'll get your chance.' But nothing could stop the tear from traveling down his face.
A/N: I feel so bad for Syaoran! Demo, I hope this had a bit more humor in it! Tell me if ya liked it!