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These Japanese characters are all written by my keyboard and I'm so glad about it!
Unfortunately, I'm not the owner of CCS...
Eriol's Healing Touch
Chapter 2: I Meet Her [Again...]
He got up from the winged chair, the usual chair he sits on. He never imagined his life would be like this. He is now living in London, after spending much of his childhood years in Japan.
A slight glimpse on his watch, 'Time to go...' He placed the book he was reading on the desk and took his suitcase from the drawer.
"But coffee's not a bad idea..." He set off to a parked Chevrolet outside his house.
****
There he sat outside a coffee shop in Oxford Street, reading the morning paper and sipping his coffee he got from the handy vending machine.
He looked at his watch, 'Eight o'clock? Time passes too fast these days...' he said with a tone of annoyance.
He got up from the chair, bringing his cup and newspaper, heading straight to his car. Then he felt something hit him hard that sent splashes of black coffee all over his coat and someone else's clothes...
"Damn, mister! You just ruined my new top!" the lady protested.
"Hey, hey, it could've been worse! Good thing my coffee is already cold!" Eriol defended.
"So, I should be thankful, is that it?" she retorted, "Man, that's bullshi- " the woman stopped in the middle of her sentence.
"Hiiragizawa-kun, is that you?" she animatedly continued "Oh God, it's really YOU!"
"Who the hell are you?" he said while glaring at her still mad at the rudeness the woman showed him. 'I've never seen this woman before... I do not know anyone with blonde hair...'
"Hey, Hiiragizawa, are you still there?" the lady said sarcastically. "Duh, it's me, Daidouji Tomoyo! Remember? Your classmate in the fifth grade?"
'Yeah, Tomoyo...' bringing up the thought of a sweet girl.
But on the other side of his brain, 'The clothes, piercing, tattoos, she's a victim of the New Age...' he noted.
"Whoa, is that your car?" Tomoyo assumed pointing to the parked car beside them. "Hey, you wouldn't mind giving an old friend a lift, do you?"
"No..." he just mumbled.
*****
After minutes of maneuvering past the busy streets of the city, "So, why are you here-" Eriol inquired, driving through the streets, hands clutched on the steering wheel. "-in London?"
While watching the familiar vicinity passing her view, she gloomily answered, "I ran away from home a month ago."
He followed, "So, why London?" still having his concentration on the wheel.
"Do you work as a detective?" she rolled her eyes to him. She cannot think of anything to say, "I have an aunt here."
"So do you live with her?"
"No." she stated with a cynical tone. "She'll just mess up my life."
Silence.
"You can drop me off here." she commanded knowing this is not yet her apartment.
"Thanks for the ride." She stepped out of the car and walked towards the unfamiliar door. "Bye."
"Bye... Daidouji-san..." he said under his breath.
Without any hesitations, he drove off.
Seeing the luxury car leave, Tomoyo walked towards her real apartment, lighting a cigarette stick. 'There goes another jerk walking upright...' she blew smoke through her mouth.
つづく To be continued...
Coming up...
Chapter 3: Knowing Each Other Better
Please R and R! Gomen if it's a bit OOC, this is AU; I intended to make them what they are...
These Japanese characters are all written by my keyboard and I'm so glad about it!
Unfortunately, I'm not the owner of CCS...
Eriol's Healing Touch
Chapter 2: I Meet Her [Again...]
He got up from the winged chair, the usual chair he sits on. He never imagined his life would be like this. He is now living in London, after spending much of his childhood years in Japan.
A slight glimpse on his watch, 'Time to go...' He placed the book he was reading on the desk and took his suitcase from the drawer.
"But coffee's not a bad idea..." He set off to a parked Chevrolet outside his house.
****
There he sat outside a coffee shop in Oxford Street, reading the morning paper and sipping his coffee he got from the handy vending machine.
He looked at his watch, 'Eight o'clock? Time passes too fast these days...' he said with a tone of annoyance.
He got up from the chair, bringing his cup and newspaper, heading straight to his car. Then he felt something hit him hard that sent splashes of black coffee all over his coat and someone else's clothes...
"Damn, mister! You just ruined my new top!" the lady protested.
"Hey, hey, it could've been worse! Good thing my coffee is already cold!" Eriol defended.
"So, I should be thankful, is that it?" she retorted, "Man, that's bullshi- " the woman stopped in the middle of her sentence.
"Hiiragizawa-kun, is that you?" she animatedly continued "Oh God, it's really YOU!"
"Who the hell are you?" he said while glaring at her still mad at the rudeness the woman showed him. 'I've never seen this woman before... I do not know anyone with blonde hair...'
"Hey, Hiiragizawa, are you still there?" the lady said sarcastically. "Duh, it's me, Daidouji Tomoyo! Remember? Your classmate in the fifth grade?"
'Yeah, Tomoyo...' bringing up the thought of a sweet girl.
But on the other side of his brain, 'The clothes, piercing, tattoos, she's a victim of the New Age...' he noted.
"Whoa, is that your car?" Tomoyo assumed pointing to the parked car beside them. "Hey, you wouldn't mind giving an old friend a lift, do you?"
"No..." he just mumbled.
*****
After minutes of maneuvering past the busy streets of the city, "So, why are you here-" Eriol inquired, driving through the streets, hands clutched on the steering wheel. "-in London?"
While watching the familiar vicinity passing her view, she gloomily answered, "I ran away from home a month ago."
He followed, "So, why London?" still having his concentration on the wheel.
"Do you work as a detective?" she rolled her eyes to him. She cannot think of anything to say, "I have an aunt here."
"So do you live with her?"
"No." she stated with a cynical tone. "She'll just mess up my life."
Silence.
"You can drop me off here." she commanded knowing this is not yet her apartment.
"Thanks for the ride." She stepped out of the car and walked towards the unfamiliar door. "Bye."
"Bye... Daidouji-san..." he said under his breath.
Without any hesitations, he drove off.
Seeing the luxury car leave, Tomoyo walked towards her real apartment, lighting a cigarette stick. 'There goes another jerk walking upright...' she blew smoke through her mouth.
つづく To be continued...
Coming up...
Chapter 3: Knowing Each Other Better
Please R and R! Gomen if it's a bit OOC, this is AU; I intended to make them what they are...