AN: Hullo! Heh...another chapter! Woop for me. I have a feeling this is going to be a long story. o__o;; I didn't mean to write a long fic, but I can't help it! _ I'm kinda getting more into this story and adding more things to it as the story progresses...or goes on...and on...and on... O_o;;
Well...email me with criticisms or comments at lil808angel@hotmail.com. ^^
Tomoyo stared out the car window. Another day of school over with. Another day of life done. Another day to look forward to. She smiled to herself.
"Miss Daidouji? We're back." Her bodyguard informed her with a dazzling smile.
Her gratefulness showed on her face as she looked up at him. "Thank you, Yama." He was young and handsome, probably six or seven years older than she herself was. Her mother had always insisted on young, agile bodyguards for her. Why had her mother not trust someone with more experience was way beyond her understanding.
"Always a pleasure, Miss Daidouji." He gave her a fond look, a look in which usually a brother gave a sister. "Ah, I see someone has bought the Kehashi estate."
Her eyes traveled to the neighboring mansion.
"Would you like to do our usual neighborly welcome tonight?" Yama asked, a twinkle in his young but wise eyes.
She grinned up at him while walking with him to the door of her home. "You're more of a kid than I am Yama!"
"Well, I wouldn't say that." Yama opened the door for her with a sweep of his arms and winked. "But I am up for a little fun now and then."
She chuckled and a mischievous smile appeared. "Tonight then?"
"Tonight, Miss."
She looked over to the sound of her tapping window. She grinned and opened it. "Can't use the door like a regular person, eh Yama?"
He ignored her teasing with a sheepish smile. "So we're going to do this or not?"
A evil gleam in her eyes twinkled, burning brightly. She nodded once, grinning like the Cheshire cat, "Definitely."
Meiling threw her bag onto the floor by the front door and slipped off her shoes. She assumed there was no one home, for both Syaoran and Wei's shoes weren't by the door. She stretched and took a place on the couch in front of the television, sitting in a very un-lady like manner. While channel surfing, she waited for something fascinating to happen to rid her of this boredom.
Although nothing fascinating did happen, she did get a chill running down her spine. She shrugged it off as nothing and glanced outside, the sun was setting and a luminous sunset spanned the glorious multi-colored sky. Another chill ran down her spine, this time more intense than the first one. Meiling frowned and curled up in a corner of the couch, trying to calm her nerves. Whenever chills ran through someone's spine, it was never a good sign...
She forced her eyes to be glued on the television, but the agitated feeling was still there. Cautiously she made her way to the kitchen and took a couple sips of water, all the while looking nervously about. Meiling shook her head, school must've been getting to her, she was getting too paranoid. Unconsciously she clutched the golden gift that hung about her neck and scurried up the stairs to Syaoran's room.
Meiling smiled at her surroundings, looking around Syaoran's room. She closed the door softly and took another look around, although it was getting dark, she could still see everything clearly. She knew where everything was by heart. Meiling would never admit it, but Syaoran's room gave her a sort of comfort. Whenever she was scared, sad, or even feeling stressed, she would sit in Syaoran's room and feel safe and content. She didn't know why, but she did. Perhaps it was because Syaoran was one of the most constant things in her life.
Fingering the night stand she took a seat on his bed, still surveying the surroundings. She like to look at all the different things Syaoran had acquired each time she sat in his room. It turned into a sort of fun game. She smiled as she picked up a framed picture of Syaoran and Sakura. They were so perfect for each other, she didn't know how she could've not notice it before.
A sudden flash of red something crossed through her mind and she dropped the picture, surprised. It cracked into five jagged pieces. The nervous feeling returned, swallowing hard, she knelt down to pick up the large pieces of broken glass.
The ringing of the phone made her yelp and she drop the glass again. Muttering at herself for being paranoid, she went to answer the phone.
"H-hello?" Meiling asked, a bit alarmed. Not of who might be on the phone, but of the returning fidgety feeling she couldn't shake.
A sharp voice rang through, loud and clear, "Meiling? Is that you?"
"Yes, who might this be?" she asked a bit confused.
"Meiling, pack up now. You're coming to Hong Kong." Meiling recognized the voice. It was the Head of the Li Clan, her grandfather. He was one of the only people on the face of the earth that could intimidate her. To say the least, he scared her, his authorical poise and attitude had always made him something to be afraid of.
"B-but Grandfather Li, Syaoran and We-"
She was cut off as his commanding voice told her what to do, "Meiling, you will pack up now, don't worry about Syaoran and Wei. They'll come later, but now we need you here."
Meiling was confused, very confused. She clutched the locket around her neck again, "Why Grandpa Li? I like it here..."
She heard her grandfather snap cutting off her mumbling, "Meiling!"
He sounded mad. She gulped. "O-okay Grandpa...when am I leaving...?"
His voice grew gentler, it sounded tired, "In an hour Meiling. And don't worry, you're going to go back to Japan, if you want to later." Meiling said nothing, so he continued, "Hurry and pack, the private plane will be waiting for you."
She frowned at the gentle and tired voice of her grandfather. She never heard him speak like that. He always spoke harshly and with authority, to make sure he always gets his point across to everybody.
When more of her silence was heard he said a bit harshly, "Meiling! Are you listening? Don't be late!"
She mumbled a affirmative 'yes,' to tell him that she heard him. Before she could ask again why she was needed, she heard a click, signaling that he had hung up. Wearily she hung up too and walked up to her room to begin her packing. Why would the Li Clan need her there? If they needed someone, wouldn't Syaoran have been a better choice? She hoped something bad didn't happen. Another icy shiver ran up her spine at her last thought. She bit her lip, and dragged out a suitcase.
Tomoyo and Yama laughed silently as they threw streamers into the air and watched it get caught on the tips of the roof. Tiptoeing silently to the front porch of the immense house, Tomoyo wrapped the various-colored streamers around the Corinthian columns of the classical facade.
Yama smiled and jumped into the air, aiming a streamer at Tomoyo. Tomoyo just stuck her tongue at him as she caught it and began to weave the streamer professionally through the eight columns of the porch. Yama held back a laugh, he couldn't wait to see the face of their neighbors when they opened the door to see what he and Tomoyo had done to their house in the morning.
Leaning by the door he stared as Tomoyo continued to have her fun. She was smiling and giggling like a kid. The pearly moon showered it's ethereal light upon her, making her amethyst eyes twinkle like jewels. The light was showing off her womanly body, as she jumped around, the wind tugged at her clothing, revealing some things he hadn't notice before.
A goofy smile upon his lips, he got lost in thought until Tomoyo hissed into his ear and tugged at his arm, "Yama!!!" Losing his balance he fell on top of her just as the light of the porch turned on and the door creaked opened. He gulped, and looked down at Tomoyo. She had the same horror-stricken look on her face as she looked up at him. He closed his eyes and whispered a quick prayer, he didn't want to get fired, she was one of his only friends, even if she was his superior.
The person that opened the door looked at them and coughed loudly. Then the person turned it's attention to their porch. In a calm manner the person looked back down at the two sheepish people on the floor. "What exactly is the meaning of this?" the voice had a disturbing stillness to it, outlined with a slightly irate tone.