Track 01: Violet Dreamer
by ^death^ Himura
What would it take
to have you gaze upon me
to have you reach your arms out to me
to have you stay beside me
What would it take
to see your smile upon your face
to see your eyes light up with life
to see the myriad of expressions that flicker so freely
over that hauntingly pale face
How can I let you know
that the lilting melody of your laughter
lifts my spirits high into the sky
How can I let you know
that your fleeting touches upon myself
are like coveted butterfly kisses of angels
I want to feel you in my embrace
I want to feel your breath upon my face
I want to feel your warmth as it envelopes me
I want you, simply
Violet-eyed dreamer
keeper of my heart
angel of sweet melancholy
savior of my soul
He smiled. The song was perfect. Perfect for her.
He capped the pen, blowing over the fine calligraphy of the scripted lyrics.
Under the dim lighting of the table lamp, the lens of his trendy glasses
flashed; accompanied by the faint tilt of his lips in the ghost of a smile. He
leaned back in the huge leather armchair, one arm over the side, dangling the
spectacles from slender fingertips.
Ten years had passed, the Card Mistress was a Card Captor no more. She and
her beloved wolf had been wed, living a cosy life near the Hokkaido bay;
complete with a big cosy house and a pair of twins whom he, the former Clow
Reed, took pleasure in teaching music. His adorable cousin was still adorable,
in a manly sort of way. Sakura had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. The
years did nothing to dampen her exuberance and joy for life. In fact, she seemed
to be radiating more joy and happiness than one could ever imagine.
Or maybe it was because she was round with her third child.
Already the former Clow Reed made plans to teach the child to play the harp.
His siblings had mastered the flute and the piano. It would be brilliant to have
musically-artistic children, borne from musically-challenged parents. He smiled,
eyes shut as his head tilted backwards; bathed in the glow of the moonlight that
streamed into his opened window.
As his mind drifted along with recollections of his past, smiling over the
expected marriage of Chiharu and Yamazaki, Terada-sensei and Rika, it fell upon
the haunting visage of a familiar ebony-haired beauty. She was another classic
example that with some people, time brought out the best in them.
Beauty, intelligence, wit and humour. A businesswoman with the sharp and
savvy business sense as her mother. A loving and amiable god-mother to a pair of
twins whom she showers presents with regularly.
He smiled at her memory, at her transition. The cheery fair-skinned girl who
was behind the artistic fashion designs for the Cherry Blossom's spectacular
battle outfits. The witty and manipulative angel to whom no one could say no to.
The dark-eyed siren who had stolen his heart. The heart he thought had vanished,
when Kaho had left him.
Kaho...
His brow furrowed and he shook his head, ridding his mind of mental
projections of the brunette. Of the woman who had relieved him of his virginity.
Of the woman who had shattered his heart, using the pieces as one would for
dainty house ornaments. The woman he had once loved.
No! He shook his head. He would -not- reminiscince her. Never again. Scarred,
burned. But his thoughts flickered back to the sultry-eyed Tomoyo. The girl who
had brushed off his advances. The girl who willingly had a one-night stand,
convincing him in such a methodically business-like manner that the attraction
they shared was primal. A short bout of sex would have rid of it easily.
"How very wrong you are Daidouji. Very very wrong." Eriol laughed, bitter and
hollow. The glasses slid back upon the sharp bridge of his nose as he pulled
open a drawer to retrieve a creme envelope. There were several others in the
drawer, each labelled with the same name and address. Each marked with a stamp.
Each to Tomoyo Daidouji.
He smirked as he carefully folded the piece of paper into half before sliding
it into the envelope. She had told him after the night of incredible copulation
that she still treasured their friendship, that the events of the previous night
would not lead them to a rift. She had made him promise that they would spend
time with each other as much as possible, not as lovers, but as friends. And he
agreed, drowsy and satiated. Agreed to letting his chance at renewing his
tattered life go.
He hunted for glue to seal the envelope, coming up with none and then simply
magicked it shut.
But she reneged on her promise. Her busy life caught up with her once again
and the time they often shared sipping coffee slowly dwindled away to nothing.
Until they conversed by letters, which even so, took ages to reply.
"So much for e-mailing and the dawn of the technological era." He muttered as
he got up from his chair. Striding over to the door, he yanked it open.
She would go back on her promise, but he would not. Oh... by the Gods, he'd
make her remember that he still existed. That his name was the one she cried out
as she exploded in ecstacy. That unknown to her, her heart was now his; as his
was with her. This was just the first step to getting her to take note of him,
to realise and understand that he, Hiiragizawa Eriol, was not an easy person to
be rid of.
Especially, when you're the one who held his heart in place.
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A/N: Hmm... will come in short notes. Each story has its own song. Yes yes, it IS a song. I'll explain it all later. *hums*