Veils 9(Verboten:Forbidden)
"Kireii!!" everyone chorused upon arriving in the scenic beach where they would spend the whole day before the dance.
Tomoyo,however,was in no mood to appreciate the beauty of the place. Her day started badly already, with their teacher Kaho hitching a ride in the car with her and Eriol on the way to the resort.
Sakura suddenly pushed her into the girls' cottage. "Let's go change!"
She remembered the swimsuits Nakuru packed for her and she instantly wanted to faint. "U-Uh,maybe later. I don't want to swim yet."
Her second cousin wrinkled her nose. "Oh come on, Tomoyo! This is a beach, and you don't wear a shirt and baggy jeans in here for more than 3 seconds!" She dragged the girl into the cottage.
Minutes later,the boysof the class lined up excitedly outside the girls' cottage. They were excited to see their classmates wearing their swimsuits.
Several girls sauntered outside and the boys whistled and hooted as if they wre watching a swimsuit competition in a beauty pageant.
After awhile, everyone but Sakura and Tomoyo went out of the cottage. Tomoyo's teammates in basketball were joking around about it.
"Bet ya 10 bucks that Daidouji will come out wearing trunks!" one boy kidded. Everyone cracked up.
The door of the cottage swang open, and everyone was hushed.
Sakura came out first, dragging a slightly red Tomoyo who was dressed in a sleek green floral-printed one piece cut high on the legs.
"I-I thought Venus was suppose to rise from the sea and not from a hut." one classmate of the girls commented.
Sakura beamed. "Hah! That just goes to show that Tomoyo can be stunningly beautiful if she wants to, right Tomoyo?"
She nodded shyly.
Miruyuki smiled broadly, "Well,do you care to grace our beach volley game with your presence, Ms.Daidouji?"
Her cheeks reddened. For the first time, she was called "Miss!"
Sakura nodded for her. "Of course!"
Eriol watched Tomoyo tie her dark curls in one swift graceful motion.
"Ok,game!" she called out.
He watched her flurry of movements as she tried diving for the ball. She was able to do so, and she tossed it back to SAkura. She quickly retirned to her position, her violet eyes alert.
How she managed to look so pretty despite the sand all over her body was puzzling. All he knew was that her every move was graceful poetry in motion. Every bead of sweat and stray wisp of her hair was delightfully beautiful, delightfully perfect complements of a moving art.
He fixed his dark shades - the perfect mask so Tomoyo wouldn't see him watching her from afar - and sighed. He had forbade himself to notice his little sister, but he couldn't help it. He became much much aware of her ever since that fateful afternoon, and especially now that he could see all those curves in the right places her sexy swimsuit hugged.
He tried to banish the thought from his mind with stern mental reminders that Tomoyo was only like a little sister to him.
"But a big brother doesn't make out with his little sister, let alone enjoy it," his heart said.
Oh dear Jove! How he chastised himself not only for what he did but also for longing to do it again. Those young innocent clumsy lips that dared to kiss him but in the end brought him to cloud nine.
Despite of himself, he felt his heart jump when he noticed that Tomoyo had already noticed him and was looking at him strangely from the volleyball court.
This is not good at all. He certainly has never felt this way before with her. No butterflies in the stomach, no panicked heartbeats, and no time wated on unnneccesary thinking, like this one.
He cursed himself silently when he realized that he had been staring at her for 4 full minutes already.
No,what he needed was a distraction. He scanned the beach and saw the faculty members busy cooking lunch. He decided to watch Kaho cook spaghetti. The boy smiled to himself,"Tomoyo's good at Italian cooking too."
He blinked and sighed when he realized what he just said.
"So much for Operation Stop Thinking of Your Little Sister," he muttered.
Tomoyo looked away when she saw Eriol look at Kaho. She noticed that the boy was looking at the teacher as if he was in a trance.
"A love trance," she corrected herself through gritted teeth.
Heavens, what does this boy see in that woman that he doesn't see in her?
"Tomoyo, spike the ball already!" called one of her classmates impatiently.
She threw the ball up with all her might and used all her anger to hit the ball with force. It ricocheted on a tree a few meters away from them before it landed on the sand.
Sakura cocked an eyebrow,"Like,are you ok,Tomoyo?"
She smiled with nauseating sweetness,"I'm fine!In fact,everything's soooooo dandy!"
She dugged a hole on the sand with her foot angrily, wishing it was Eriol's adorable face instead.
To be continued...
"Kireii!!" everyone chorused upon arriving in the scenic beach where they would spend the whole day before the dance.
Tomoyo,however,was in no mood to appreciate the beauty of the place. Her day started badly already, with their teacher Kaho hitching a ride in the car with her and Eriol on the way to the resort.
Sakura suddenly pushed her into the girls' cottage. "Let's go change!"
She remembered the swimsuits Nakuru packed for her and she instantly wanted to faint. "U-Uh,maybe later. I don't want to swim yet."
Her second cousin wrinkled her nose. "Oh come on, Tomoyo! This is a beach, and you don't wear a shirt and baggy jeans in here for more than 3 seconds!" She dragged the girl into the cottage.
Minutes later,the boysof the class lined up excitedly outside the girls' cottage. They were excited to see their classmates wearing their swimsuits.
Several girls sauntered outside and the boys whistled and hooted as if they wre watching a swimsuit competition in a beauty pageant.
After awhile, everyone but Sakura and Tomoyo went out of the cottage. Tomoyo's teammates in basketball were joking around about it.
"Bet ya 10 bucks that Daidouji will come out wearing trunks!" one boy kidded. Everyone cracked up.
The door of the cottage swang open, and everyone was hushed.
Sakura came out first, dragging a slightly red Tomoyo who was dressed in a sleek green floral-printed one piece cut high on the legs.
"I-I thought Venus was suppose to rise from the sea and not from a hut." one classmate of the girls commented.
Sakura beamed. "Hah! That just goes to show that Tomoyo can be stunningly beautiful if she wants to, right Tomoyo?"
She nodded shyly.
Miruyuki smiled broadly, "Well,do you care to grace our beach volley game with your presence, Ms.Daidouji?"
Her cheeks reddened. For the first time, she was called "Miss!"
Sakura nodded for her. "Of course!"
Eriol watched Tomoyo tie her dark curls in one swift graceful motion.
"Ok,game!" she called out.
He watched her flurry of movements as she tried diving for the ball. She was able to do so, and she tossed it back to SAkura. She quickly retirned to her position, her violet eyes alert.
How she managed to look so pretty despite the sand all over her body was puzzling. All he knew was that her every move was graceful poetry in motion. Every bead of sweat and stray wisp of her hair was delightfully beautiful, delightfully perfect complements of a moving art.
He fixed his dark shades - the perfect mask so Tomoyo wouldn't see him watching her from afar - and sighed. He had forbade himself to notice his little sister, but he couldn't help it. He became much much aware of her ever since that fateful afternoon, and especially now that he could see all those curves in the right places her sexy swimsuit hugged.
He tried to banish the thought from his mind with stern mental reminders that Tomoyo was only like a little sister to him.
"But a big brother doesn't make out with his little sister, let alone enjoy it," his heart said.
Oh dear Jove! How he chastised himself not only for what he did but also for longing to do it again. Those young innocent clumsy lips that dared to kiss him but in the end brought him to cloud nine.
Despite of himself, he felt his heart jump when he noticed that Tomoyo had already noticed him and was looking at him strangely from the volleyball court.
This is not good at all. He certainly has never felt this way before with her. No butterflies in the stomach, no panicked heartbeats, and no time wated on unnneccesary thinking, like this one.
He cursed himself silently when he realized that he had been staring at her for 4 full minutes already.
No,what he needed was a distraction. He scanned the beach and saw the faculty members busy cooking lunch. He decided to watch Kaho cook spaghetti. The boy smiled to himself,"Tomoyo's good at Italian cooking too."
He blinked and sighed when he realized what he just said.
"So much for Operation Stop Thinking of Your Little Sister," he muttered.
Tomoyo looked away when she saw Eriol look at Kaho. She noticed that the boy was looking at the teacher as if he was in a trance.
"A love trance," she corrected herself through gritted teeth.
Heavens, what does this boy see in that woman that he doesn't see in her?
"Tomoyo, spike the ball already!" called one of her classmates impatiently.
She threw the ball up with all her might and used all her anger to hit the ball with force. It ricocheted on a tree a few meters away from them before it landed on the sand.
Sakura cocked an eyebrow,"Like,are you ok,Tomoyo?"
She smiled with nauseating sweetness,"I'm fine!In fact,everything's soooooo dandy!"
She dugged a hole on the sand with her foot angrily, wishing it was Eriol's adorable face instead.
To be continued...