Something Missing

Everything was peaceful for the first few weeks after the fight Tomoyo and I had. She went back to school like she wanted and I went back to living normally—as normal as a reincarnated sorcerer could.

Tomoyo apparently enjoyed school and had made a lot of friends—none of which were as close as the ones she had in Tomoeda. Her theory was that the fewer people she loved, the less pain death would bring.

Addams and Aragon were conveniently out of the picture or at least my eyesight. They were actually scared of me since that incident and tried to avoid me. I found the fact very amusing.

What I didn't find funny at all were the gossip that Tomoyo and I were a couple. It was very perplexing to see those schoolmates who admired me look at me with mischievous smiles on their faces. I often wondered what mischief their perverted minds had thought of but when I asked Tomoyo she just blushed and told me that I didn't want to know.

Because of the unusual peace (despite the few nuisance in school), I thought everything would turn out placid for a while but I was wrong.

Tomoyo had entered the room right after I had finished an essay assigned to us in class. She had been looking and fiddling with a few trinkets as I watched her suspiciously. After a deep breath, I decided to ask her what she wanted.

"Tomoyo-chan," I called, startling her. "Is there anything you need?" She looked at me oddly and I was confused. She looked nervous. "Is something the matter?" I tried asking her again.

The raven-haired beauty sat down on a seat in front of me and looked at me seriously. "Eriol-kun," she sighed, "school is boring me."

I looked at her in surprise. Wasn't she the one who had been arguing with me over that certain subject? What did she want? I always thought that women were more complex than the male species. "Why?"

She gave another sigh before answering. "I feel like there's something missing in my life. I mean, I'm going to die soon and I don't want there to be anything I'd regret. I'm not sure that the school would be able to provide me with that missing piece."

I gave a small smile. I understood her dilemma completely but was clueless about what I should do about it. "I see," I told her as my brain pondered for a solution. "What do you want to do about it Tomoyo?"

"Take me around the world."

I smiled at the flight attendant that gave the sleeping Tomoyo and I a sly glance as she served a glass of wine to the old man with a bulging stomach beside me. The pretty stewardess looked so flustered that she accidentally spilled some of the red liquid on the spoiled old man, causing a stir in the first-class part of the plane. I would have been thoroughly amused if dear Tomoyo-chan didn't wake up.

"What's going on Eriol-kun?" she asked in a sleepy voice. She slept a lot nowadays because of her illness. "What is all the commotion about?"

I gave her a small smile. "It's nothing. Sleep now, dear girl."

"If you say so Eriol-kun," she said sweetly. She trusted me so completely that even I was amazed. What had possessed this woman to actually believe in the sneaky and mysterious reincarnation of Clow Reed?

"How old are ya boy? Aren't you too young to be married to that girl?" the old man asked me after harassing the stewardess for a last time.

"We're not married," I answered as I tried to ignore the horrible breath that erupted from his mouth.

The old man's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? I never would've thought. You two look so much like a loving married couple by the way you look at each other."

It was my turn to look surprised. The possibility of Tomoyo and I being a couple unnerved me, as did the idea of being in love. "We're nothing like that," I informed the man.

He grinned at me and returned to dozing, as old men should. I sat in silence for the next two hours of our four-hour flight to Greece.

"I'm so tired!" Tomoyo yawned as she threw herself on her bed in our room. We decided to pose as siblings for the time being so that we only needed to rent one room. It wasn't money that was the problem of course; it was so that I could check on her frequently.

"You've been sleeping the whole plane ride. How can you be tired?" I teased, placing the luggage beside my bed. "I was awake the whole time, courtesy of the rich smelling aroma from the mouth of Monsieur what's-his-name. It was a delicate perfume of rotten milk, saliva, and powerful wine."

She cringed at my description. "That's disgusting Eriol-kun."

"I know."

I stared at Tomoyo as she slept on the bed across of mine. She seemed to be at peace but she was also still struggling to fight off the four magical auras trying to take over her own. I immediately felt myself wallow in self-pity again.

"Eriol . . ." Tomoyo's once clear and high voice called. "Eriol . . . help me."

I ran to her side and found out that she was dreaming. Her breathing seemed to be ragged though and her forehead seemed to be growing steadily warmer.

"Eriol . . . there's a big part of my heart that's empty . . . it's cold . . . cold . . ." she cried as her body twisted and turned under her covers. "It's so cold . . . I need to find . . . find . . ."

"Find what, Tomoyo-chan?" I asked her, not knowing if I would get an answer. She gripped my hand and seemed to calm down.

"Find . . . find . . ." she whispered and then returned to peaceful slumber again before I could get an answer.

A/N: Sorry again for taking so long. I'm always so distracted.

Anyway, I think actual E+T will start soon.

Yes yes, I know this chapter is bad . . . just like my other chapters but please . . . bear with me. I'm a writer wannabe who likes being complimented (although I don't really deserve the compliments).

Do you know what this chapter is other than bad? It's short. FrontPage Express tells me that this would take 6 seconds to download at 28.8kbs. Is that good or bad?

I would want to thank fireblaze for advertising this story in her story Plum Blossoms. I only got around to reading it yesterday and it's nice. OOC but nice. Salamat. (found out you were pinoy, I am too.)

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