Do not expect updates this often in the future, I'm just really bored at
the moment. I know I'm moving quickly, but I want to get them older
quickly.
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Eriol was bored. It had been two months since he started Japanese lessons with Tomoyo and it he had nothing to complain about. Tomoyo kept up with him during the lessons and she was always well behaved, but she was always so calm and polite. Eriol had become bored enough that he was trying to get a rise out of her, but even though he could push the buttons of everyone else he knew, he still had yet to even irritate this girl. He didn't let his frustration show, but he was very annoyed. The only person who had yet managed to get her to open up even slightly was his mother, but she was like that. One couldn't resist her energetic, charming, but down to earth personality. So it was a bored Eriol who was sitting across from Tomoyo at his dining room table that day.
His mother had invited Tomoyo to stay for dinner, stating, in good fun, that as long as she was here Tomoyo might as well exploit the situation as much as possible. Eriol assumed that his mother had an ulterior motive that might have to do with the most recent parent-teacher conference. He couldn't help it if he didn't like to mingle with the other children in his class. He could spend his time contemplating the mystery that was their teacher, but he had spent most of the past month on that subject. So he had to rely on Tomoyo to amuse him. The girl in question was chewing on the end of a pencil, obviously thinking about what to write. Eriol assumed that it was for their two paragraphs that they had to write for class. They had to define themselves. He smiled, this could be the perfect opportunity. "Having trouble?"
Tomoyo frowned. This was outside of their normal topics of conversation. This wasn't a 'hello how are you' or a 'may I borrow your pencil', this was different. It was still considered polite conversation between a pair of not-quite-strangers and as such, she answered, "Yes."
"Can I help?" This was definitely uncharted territory, but if he was willing to play that game, then so was she.
"How so?"
Finally, an interesting conversation. This was going to be amusing. Neither of them would be willing to concede anything more than necessary to the other, not until they both broke down each other's walls. Eriol contained his smile to a slight twitch of his lips, this was going to be fun. "I could tell you where to begin."
"I'm surprised that you would know better than myself about where to begin." They were dancing around the subject with words. Sticking their toes into the water, seeing if the fish would bite.
Eriol smirked in way Tomoyo found beyond irritating. He was pleased with the discovery of a malicious streak in her. Two cold play at that game. "Cold."
"Excuse me?"
"You, my dear Tomoyo are cold. You have know feelings at all. You just go about your life trying to please whomever has authority and never do things for yourself. You are a polite robot. A shell , empty of all feelings." He knew this was a lie. She was just very good at covering her feelings. He wanted to be proven wrong, to have her yell at him and lose control.
Tomoyo knew he was purposely trying to irritate her, but she took the bait and answered. "You are just jealous that someone can wear masks as well as you can, maybe even better."
"Me? Jealous?" He purposely went overboard on the innocent and offended look. Tomoyo had to fight to control her laughter. "You assume much if you think you understand me."
"Only as much as you yourself assumed." Tomoyo was beginning to enjoy this. She had never talked to someone else like this before. In a way, it was almost exhilarating.
"You think that you know my feelings?" He was curious about what she thought of him.
"I really only have to ask Miss Mizuki." Tomoyo said innocently. Damn, Eriol thought, perceptive little thing, isn't she. He had finally gotten her to open up, but in the process had to do the same.
"I don't believe we have been introduced." Eriol said softly he held out his hand. "I'm Eriol Hiiragaziwa."
"I believe you are right, we haven't. I'm Tomoyo Daidouji." She put her hand in his.
"Charmed I'm sure." He brought her hand to his lips briefly before releasing it. Eriol looked over at his new acquaintance and saw a grin forming on her lips and matched it with one of his own. He could see in her eyes the emotions that were hidden before. He started to chuckle. He saw a flash of anger in her eyes at the thought that she was being laughed at that he would have missed only an hour ago. Now that he had gotten a sample of how she acted, he could read her more easily. He had a base to work against. Then realizing the inane humor of the situation, Tomoyo began to quietly laugh with him. The sound escalated until it brought Eriol's mother to the scene. She watched with a spatula in her hand as her son stated, "I think I could grow to like you Tomoyo Daidouji."
The still grinning girl rolled her eyes upward and said to the ceiling, "I suppose I should be honored."
"You should, many a lady have asked for my favor." He looked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"And I, Eriol Hiiragaziwa," she addressed him, "could grow to hate you."
"As long as we have an understanding." He retorted. Nancy retreated back into the kitchen. Finally, there was something more than awkward silence in the house. She smiled, it wasn't the most conventional beginning of a friendship, but they weren't the most conventional of people.
Tomoyo and Eriol ended up doing each other's essays. She had pointed out that since neither of them wanted to truly open themselves up for the teacher to read, they would be better of writing what one would think the other would define themselves as. She thought it would make it more believable than an entirely fake essay and Eriol couldn't help but agree. Eriol was described as the shy intellectual who was too scared of being teased to make any friends. 'Scared.' Eriol had scoffed, 'More like too busy to associate with those with no brain power.' While Tomoyo was portrayed as the polite heir of a rich toy company who was always aware of her responsibility. When Tomoyo protested that she hadn't seen her mother in years, Eriol had answered that it didn't matter, she was still supposed to be aware that she was one of the upper class.
They had finished dinner and Tomoyo was putting her stuff into her backpack when Eriol asked her, "Why do you do it?" It was the first question which truly pried into her thoughts, everything else had been playful banter.
"Why do I do what?"
"Take Japanese lessons, it is obvious that you don't want to."
"It's not that I don't want to, it just wasn't my idea. My dad asked me to." It was true, her father had asked her to. He rarely asked anything of her so she had complied. Tomoyo didn't know why he had asked her to take lessons, but he did and she was determined to find out the reason. "What about you?" She questioned.
"I wanted to." He didn't offer why and she didn't ask. He still wasn't willing to open up and she was still the polite heiress he had made her out to be in the essay.
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Kaho had noted a change in the way they acted towards each other almost immediately. She had decided that they were two lonely souls that needed a friend and she made it her duty that they find one in the other. She was fond of the two. They were quick and insightful and more mature than other children their age. The two were a joy to teach. Under her careful ministrations, she watched as a tentative friendship began to blossom in front of her.
Through question and answer exercises in Japanese, the two learned of their mutual love for music, Eriol's siblings, and Tomoyo's obsession with photography. She started bringing a camcorder to their sessions and taped the most memorable moments. Kaho also insisted that before she finished teaching them, she would have to hear them do a duet together. It was this apparent change in them, and their parents saying that they have become more sociable in school, that made Kaho feel more at ease leaving them for a couple of months. "I have to go to home to Japan for a few months." She told her students of nine months. "I've left you enough work to do while I'm away to hold you over."
"I'll miss you Mizuki-sensei." Eriol said in Japanese. Tomoyo repeated his statement and, right before she left, hugged her tightly. Their teacher had grown on them and they would miss her teachings. Eriol moped until he was picked up from Tomoyo's house by his mother while Tomoyo fled to her room. Here she could escape her problems. Kaho's leaving, although temporary, had only reaffirmed her fear for her father. He was sick, most possibly dying. He was trying to hide it, but she knew that would be the only reason for his frequent trips to the hospital and his insistence that she learn Japanese.
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The house that greeted Tomoyo when she and Eriol entered was full of chaos. It the last day of school before winter break and Tomoyo was going to spend the night at Eriol's house while her father stayed for an overnight treatment at the hospital. They were greeted with the sight of two twenty year olds doing various things in the house. The male was managing to cook and vacuum at the same time, while the female was chatting on the phone to what most obviously was her boyfriend. When she spotted them she said, "Look, Pete, I've got to go. I'll call you later."
Eriol put his book bag on the floor and said, "Hello Em." His next words were immediately silenced as he was scooped up into a large hug by his sister.
"Hi!" She said back, "How's my favorite brother."
The man in the kitchen yelled, "Hey!" He turned off the vacuum and came out to greet them.
Emma stuck her tongue out at her twin and turned back to her younger brother, "Dan's cooking up a feast to celebrate us all being under one roof again." Tomoyo remembered that Eriol had mentioned his siblings were returning. From what she had heard, Emma was one of those child prodigy geniuses who could have gone to college when she was twelve. She was so exuberant that you wouldn't notice her intelligence and was very attached to her twin. He was the reason she hadn't skipped ahead in school. Emma had wanted to stay with her brother for as long as possible. Daniel was the calm collected one and enjoyed the simple things in life like cooking and though he was smart, he couldn't compare to his sister and made up for it by being talented him many other things, while his sister's only talent was scoring well on tests. Emma also had a new boyfriend every week and Daniel was firmly attached to his girlfriend named Sara. "You must be Tomoyo!" Emma exclaimed, having no qualms with hugging her, too.
"I'm pleased to meet you." Tomoyo greeted her, politely.
"You must forgive my sister." Eriol said, "She can be too excited for her own good."
"Why can't I be excited to meet the person that changed my little bro so much." She argued with him. Tomoyo frowned at that comment. She hadn't had a large effect on Eriol, had she? He couldn't have changed as much as she did. He was the person who taught her that it was okay to forget protocol at times. Maybe she had taught him not to be so closed up. It was an interesting thought.
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Eriol and Tomoyo were laying on top of his roof looking at the stars. After a huge feast that had been prepared by Daniel, the two had escaped Eriol's family and climbed to the top of his house. Tomoyo turned to speak to her friend when she saw he was staring at her intently. "What?" She asked.
"It's nothing." Eriol could sense something from her. It wasn't a powerful magical aura, and he didn't even notice it until Kaho had left and he couldn't sense her anymore. Her aura was strong enough that it had obscured Tomoyo's. Kaho was still a mystery. He had a feeling that when she returned to Japan, it had something to do with his heir.
"Is it Miss Mizuki?" Tomoyo asked. Eriol carefully hid his surprise. She was too perceptive for her own good.
"What about her?"
"I see the way you look at her. It worries me Eriol, I don't want to see you get hurt." It was the first confession of actual caring for the other one of them made.
"What makes you think I'll get hurt?" He asked.
Tomoyo turned around, not wanting to look at him. "She'll reject you, or if she doesn't, she'll start to resent you."
"How do you know?" He whispered harshly.
"Because you look like a child. Whenever she sees or kisses you, she'll see a boy not even half her age."
Eriol turned over, about to protest that he wasn't a child when he paused for a second and realized that wasn't what she had said. Staring at her intently he whispered, "Look?"
Tomoyo turned to look him directly in the eyes and answered, "Yes, Eriol, look."
"How did you find out? How long have you known? What do you know?" Even as he wondered how she knew, Eriol could also tell that she was right. No matter what happened, Kaho wouldn't be happy with him. Tomoyo was very wise for her age. At least he had stopped his affection in its tracks before it became full blown love, or something close. It was her power that originally attracted him to Kaho in the first place. Besides, a voice whispered in the back of his mind, Clow Reed can't love.
Tomoyo didn't even notice that she had finally managed to surprise Eriol. She only turned over and tried to make out the big dipper in the night sky. Finally she answered, "I've only known for a little while. I just remember seeing an expression on your face, one of age at some statement I made. I thought to myself, this isn't a child; it's an old man in a boy's body. I really don't know anything more. I don't even know why I thought that, but since you've proved it is true, could you tell me the rest?"
Eriol nodded and said, "If you wish." He told her about Clow Reed and the Clow Cards. He told her about being the half re-incarnation of one of the greatest sorcerers ever lived. He told her about his heir Sakura and his 'cute descendent' who was helping her. When he finished, he waited for her to respond.
The first thing that Tomoyo could think of to say was, "I'm related to Sakura."
This caught Eriol off guard, "What?"
"Our mothers, they were cousins." They were silent for a bit. "Does your family know?"
"No."
"It must be hard to keep something like that from them."
"I won't hide it forever." Eriol turned away from her. "They will understand. Dan and Em are a wizard and witch."
Now it was Tomoyo's turn to be caught off guard. "What?"
"My parents weren't, but they were. They went to some school called Hogwarts. I'm going to have to tell my mother when I don't get a letter of acceptance this summer. They'll understand."
"It must be nice, having such a close family."
"You and your dad seem pretty close."
Tomoyo nodded, "We are, but he's going to die in a few years and I'm going to go to Japan to live with my mother who I barely even know and I'll meet you there because you'll have gone to test Sakura and..."
Eriol turned to her very quickly. How did she know that? Her father being sick came as no surprise, but him testing Sakura, he hadn't told her that. Then it hit him. The aura that she had early. She had the ability to be a seer, but only if she was trained now, at this moment in time. If she wasn't, the ability would fade away. It also explained her perceptiveness; most seers had a very passive telepathic ability. "You can see the future."
"What?" Tomoyo gasped. "That's impossible, no one can see the future. The future is always changing." Eriol smiled. She truly was wiser than one would think. She wasn't questioning the fact that she had the power, but the idea that the future was fixed and that one's fate was unchangeable.
"I should re-phrase that." Eriol sat up on one elbow, "You can see the most likely future, the outcome of choices. I remember that Clow had his own personal prophet."
"So that's what I'm going to become? Your tool?" Tomoyo's voice had a teasing tone to it.
"If you want to be trained." He retorted. If he trained her, he would have to put off his plans to test Sakura. Syaoran would leave and he would have to wait until he returned before he could leave for Japan. He wouldn't mind though, there really was no choice in the matter.
"I'll be trained, but only if you tell your family who and what you are tonight and you let me record it."
"You drive a hard bargain." Eriol mock sighed. "I suppose I have no choice to accept." He held out his hand for her to shake.
"You're right, you have no choice." She stated as she took his hand. Tomoyo stood up and brushed herself off, "So," she said as the climbed down the roof, "about Miss Mizuki."
"You're right, I'll take your advice."
"Good," Tomoyo answered, ignoring the fact that not all of her relief was because he was her friend and she didn't want him to get hurt. She wouldn't admit to herself that some of it was for something more. "Forgive me, but the mental picture I have of you and her snogging is not one I want to keep. Actually, I would feel sorry for any girl in that position." She laughed as Eriol put on a wounded look. She ignored the little voice in her head that said she wouldn't feel sorry for any girl, she would envy them.
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That was my small Harry Potter reference. Tomoyo will not be an all knowing omniscient person, but rather someone who knows which choice is the better one and can see outcomes of crucial choices. I probably won't be able to update for awhile. I felt like putting snogging in there because I figured that since they were in England, it woud fit.
Thank you to all those who reviewed.
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Eriol was bored. It had been two months since he started Japanese lessons with Tomoyo and it he had nothing to complain about. Tomoyo kept up with him during the lessons and she was always well behaved, but she was always so calm and polite. Eriol had become bored enough that he was trying to get a rise out of her, but even though he could push the buttons of everyone else he knew, he still had yet to even irritate this girl. He didn't let his frustration show, but he was very annoyed. The only person who had yet managed to get her to open up even slightly was his mother, but she was like that. One couldn't resist her energetic, charming, but down to earth personality. So it was a bored Eriol who was sitting across from Tomoyo at his dining room table that day.
His mother had invited Tomoyo to stay for dinner, stating, in good fun, that as long as she was here Tomoyo might as well exploit the situation as much as possible. Eriol assumed that his mother had an ulterior motive that might have to do with the most recent parent-teacher conference. He couldn't help it if he didn't like to mingle with the other children in his class. He could spend his time contemplating the mystery that was their teacher, but he had spent most of the past month on that subject. So he had to rely on Tomoyo to amuse him. The girl in question was chewing on the end of a pencil, obviously thinking about what to write. Eriol assumed that it was for their two paragraphs that they had to write for class. They had to define themselves. He smiled, this could be the perfect opportunity. "Having trouble?"
Tomoyo frowned. This was outside of their normal topics of conversation. This wasn't a 'hello how are you' or a 'may I borrow your pencil', this was different. It was still considered polite conversation between a pair of not-quite-strangers and as such, she answered, "Yes."
"Can I help?" This was definitely uncharted territory, but if he was willing to play that game, then so was she.
"How so?"
Finally, an interesting conversation. This was going to be amusing. Neither of them would be willing to concede anything more than necessary to the other, not until they both broke down each other's walls. Eriol contained his smile to a slight twitch of his lips, this was going to be fun. "I could tell you where to begin."
"I'm surprised that you would know better than myself about where to begin." They were dancing around the subject with words. Sticking their toes into the water, seeing if the fish would bite.
Eriol smirked in way Tomoyo found beyond irritating. He was pleased with the discovery of a malicious streak in her. Two cold play at that game. "Cold."
"Excuse me?"
"You, my dear Tomoyo are cold. You have know feelings at all. You just go about your life trying to please whomever has authority and never do things for yourself. You are a polite robot. A shell , empty of all feelings." He knew this was a lie. She was just very good at covering her feelings. He wanted to be proven wrong, to have her yell at him and lose control.
Tomoyo knew he was purposely trying to irritate her, but she took the bait and answered. "You are just jealous that someone can wear masks as well as you can, maybe even better."
"Me? Jealous?" He purposely went overboard on the innocent and offended look. Tomoyo had to fight to control her laughter. "You assume much if you think you understand me."
"Only as much as you yourself assumed." Tomoyo was beginning to enjoy this. She had never talked to someone else like this before. In a way, it was almost exhilarating.
"You think that you know my feelings?" He was curious about what she thought of him.
"I really only have to ask Miss Mizuki." Tomoyo said innocently. Damn, Eriol thought, perceptive little thing, isn't she. He had finally gotten her to open up, but in the process had to do the same.
"I don't believe we have been introduced." Eriol said softly he held out his hand. "I'm Eriol Hiiragaziwa."
"I believe you are right, we haven't. I'm Tomoyo Daidouji." She put her hand in his.
"Charmed I'm sure." He brought her hand to his lips briefly before releasing it. Eriol looked over at his new acquaintance and saw a grin forming on her lips and matched it with one of his own. He could see in her eyes the emotions that were hidden before. He started to chuckle. He saw a flash of anger in her eyes at the thought that she was being laughed at that he would have missed only an hour ago. Now that he had gotten a sample of how she acted, he could read her more easily. He had a base to work against. Then realizing the inane humor of the situation, Tomoyo began to quietly laugh with him. The sound escalated until it brought Eriol's mother to the scene. She watched with a spatula in her hand as her son stated, "I think I could grow to like you Tomoyo Daidouji."
The still grinning girl rolled her eyes upward and said to the ceiling, "I suppose I should be honored."
"You should, many a lady have asked for my favor." He looked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"And I, Eriol Hiiragaziwa," she addressed him, "could grow to hate you."
"As long as we have an understanding." He retorted. Nancy retreated back into the kitchen. Finally, there was something more than awkward silence in the house. She smiled, it wasn't the most conventional beginning of a friendship, but they weren't the most conventional of people.
Tomoyo and Eriol ended up doing each other's essays. She had pointed out that since neither of them wanted to truly open themselves up for the teacher to read, they would be better of writing what one would think the other would define themselves as. She thought it would make it more believable than an entirely fake essay and Eriol couldn't help but agree. Eriol was described as the shy intellectual who was too scared of being teased to make any friends. 'Scared.' Eriol had scoffed, 'More like too busy to associate with those with no brain power.' While Tomoyo was portrayed as the polite heir of a rich toy company who was always aware of her responsibility. When Tomoyo protested that she hadn't seen her mother in years, Eriol had answered that it didn't matter, she was still supposed to be aware that she was one of the upper class.
They had finished dinner and Tomoyo was putting her stuff into her backpack when Eriol asked her, "Why do you do it?" It was the first question which truly pried into her thoughts, everything else had been playful banter.
"Why do I do what?"
"Take Japanese lessons, it is obvious that you don't want to."
"It's not that I don't want to, it just wasn't my idea. My dad asked me to." It was true, her father had asked her to. He rarely asked anything of her so she had complied. Tomoyo didn't know why he had asked her to take lessons, but he did and she was determined to find out the reason. "What about you?" She questioned.
"I wanted to." He didn't offer why and she didn't ask. He still wasn't willing to open up and she was still the polite heiress he had made her out to be in the essay.
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Kaho had noted a change in the way they acted towards each other almost immediately. She had decided that they were two lonely souls that needed a friend and she made it her duty that they find one in the other. She was fond of the two. They were quick and insightful and more mature than other children their age. The two were a joy to teach. Under her careful ministrations, she watched as a tentative friendship began to blossom in front of her.
Through question and answer exercises in Japanese, the two learned of their mutual love for music, Eriol's siblings, and Tomoyo's obsession with photography. She started bringing a camcorder to their sessions and taped the most memorable moments. Kaho also insisted that before she finished teaching them, she would have to hear them do a duet together. It was this apparent change in them, and their parents saying that they have become more sociable in school, that made Kaho feel more at ease leaving them for a couple of months. "I have to go to home to Japan for a few months." She told her students of nine months. "I've left you enough work to do while I'm away to hold you over."
"I'll miss you Mizuki-sensei." Eriol said in Japanese. Tomoyo repeated his statement and, right before she left, hugged her tightly. Their teacher had grown on them and they would miss her teachings. Eriol moped until he was picked up from Tomoyo's house by his mother while Tomoyo fled to her room. Here she could escape her problems. Kaho's leaving, although temporary, had only reaffirmed her fear for her father. He was sick, most possibly dying. He was trying to hide it, but she knew that would be the only reason for his frequent trips to the hospital and his insistence that she learn Japanese.
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The house that greeted Tomoyo when she and Eriol entered was full of chaos. It the last day of school before winter break and Tomoyo was going to spend the night at Eriol's house while her father stayed for an overnight treatment at the hospital. They were greeted with the sight of two twenty year olds doing various things in the house. The male was managing to cook and vacuum at the same time, while the female was chatting on the phone to what most obviously was her boyfriend. When she spotted them she said, "Look, Pete, I've got to go. I'll call you later."
Eriol put his book bag on the floor and said, "Hello Em." His next words were immediately silenced as he was scooped up into a large hug by his sister.
"Hi!" She said back, "How's my favorite brother."
The man in the kitchen yelled, "Hey!" He turned off the vacuum and came out to greet them.
Emma stuck her tongue out at her twin and turned back to her younger brother, "Dan's cooking up a feast to celebrate us all being under one roof again." Tomoyo remembered that Eriol had mentioned his siblings were returning. From what she had heard, Emma was one of those child prodigy geniuses who could have gone to college when she was twelve. She was so exuberant that you wouldn't notice her intelligence and was very attached to her twin. He was the reason she hadn't skipped ahead in school. Emma had wanted to stay with her brother for as long as possible. Daniel was the calm collected one and enjoyed the simple things in life like cooking and though he was smart, he couldn't compare to his sister and made up for it by being talented him many other things, while his sister's only talent was scoring well on tests. Emma also had a new boyfriend every week and Daniel was firmly attached to his girlfriend named Sara. "You must be Tomoyo!" Emma exclaimed, having no qualms with hugging her, too.
"I'm pleased to meet you." Tomoyo greeted her, politely.
"You must forgive my sister." Eriol said, "She can be too excited for her own good."
"Why can't I be excited to meet the person that changed my little bro so much." She argued with him. Tomoyo frowned at that comment. She hadn't had a large effect on Eriol, had she? He couldn't have changed as much as she did. He was the person who taught her that it was okay to forget protocol at times. Maybe she had taught him not to be so closed up. It was an interesting thought.
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Eriol and Tomoyo were laying on top of his roof looking at the stars. After a huge feast that had been prepared by Daniel, the two had escaped Eriol's family and climbed to the top of his house. Tomoyo turned to speak to her friend when she saw he was staring at her intently. "What?" She asked.
"It's nothing." Eriol could sense something from her. It wasn't a powerful magical aura, and he didn't even notice it until Kaho had left and he couldn't sense her anymore. Her aura was strong enough that it had obscured Tomoyo's. Kaho was still a mystery. He had a feeling that when she returned to Japan, it had something to do with his heir.
"Is it Miss Mizuki?" Tomoyo asked. Eriol carefully hid his surprise. She was too perceptive for her own good.
"What about her?"
"I see the way you look at her. It worries me Eriol, I don't want to see you get hurt." It was the first confession of actual caring for the other one of them made.
"What makes you think I'll get hurt?" He asked.
Tomoyo turned around, not wanting to look at him. "She'll reject you, or if she doesn't, she'll start to resent you."
"How do you know?" He whispered harshly.
"Because you look like a child. Whenever she sees or kisses you, she'll see a boy not even half her age."
Eriol turned over, about to protest that he wasn't a child when he paused for a second and realized that wasn't what she had said. Staring at her intently he whispered, "Look?"
Tomoyo turned to look him directly in the eyes and answered, "Yes, Eriol, look."
"How did you find out? How long have you known? What do you know?" Even as he wondered how she knew, Eriol could also tell that she was right. No matter what happened, Kaho wouldn't be happy with him. Tomoyo was very wise for her age. At least he had stopped his affection in its tracks before it became full blown love, or something close. It was her power that originally attracted him to Kaho in the first place. Besides, a voice whispered in the back of his mind, Clow Reed can't love.
Tomoyo didn't even notice that she had finally managed to surprise Eriol. She only turned over and tried to make out the big dipper in the night sky. Finally she answered, "I've only known for a little while. I just remember seeing an expression on your face, one of age at some statement I made. I thought to myself, this isn't a child; it's an old man in a boy's body. I really don't know anything more. I don't even know why I thought that, but since you've proved it is true, could you tell me the rest?"
Eriol nodded and said, "If you wish." He told her about Clow Reed and the Clow Cards. He told her about being the half re-incarnation of one of the greatest sorcerers ever lived. He told her about his heir Sakura and his 'cute descendent' who was helping her. When he finished, he waited for her to respond.
The first thing that Tomoyo could think of to say was, "I'm related to Sakura."
This caught Eriol off guard, "What?"
"Our mothers, they were cousins." They were silent for a bit. "Does your family know?"
"No."
"It must be hard to keep something like that from them."
"I won't hide it forever." Eriol turned away from her. "They will understand. Dan and Em are a wizard and witch."
Now it was Tomoyo's turn to be caught off guard. "What?"
"My parents weren't, but they were. They went to some school called Hogwarts. I'm going to have to tell my mother when I don't get a letter of acceptance this summer. They'll understand."
"It must be nice, having such a close family."
"You and your dad seem pretty close."
Tomoyo nodded, "We are, but he's going to die in a few years and I'm going to go to Japan to live with my mother who I barely even know and I'll meet you there because you'll have gone to test Sakura and..."
Eriol turned to her very quickly. How did she know that? Her father being sick came as no surprise, but him testing Sakura, he hadn't told her that. Then it hit him. The aura that she had early. She had the ability to be a seer, but only if she was trained now, at this moment in time. If she wasn't, the ability would fade away. It also explained her perceptiveness; most seers had a very passive telepathic ability. "You can see the future."
"What?" Tomoyo gasped. "That's impossible, no one can see the future. The future is always changing." Eriol smiled. She truly was wiser than one would think. She wasn't questioning the fact that she had the power, but the idea that the future was fixed and that one's fate was unchangeable.
"I should re-phrase that." Eriol sat up on one elbow, "You can see the most likely future, the outcome of choices. I remember that Clow had his own personal prophet."
"So that's what I'm going to become? Your tool?" Tomoyo's voice had a teasing tone to it.
"If you want to be trained." He retorted. If he trained her, he would have to put off his plans to test Sakura. Syaoran would leave and he would have to wait until he returned before he could leave for Japan. He wouldn't mind though, there really was no choice in the matter.
"I'll be trained, but only if you tell your family who and what you are tonight and you let me record it."
"You drive a hard bargain." Eriol mock sighed. "I suppose I have no choice to accept." He held out his hand for her to shake.
"You're right, you have no choice." She stated as she took his hand. Tomoyo stood up and brushed herself off, "So," she said as the climbed down the roof, "about Miss Mizuki."
"You're right, I'll take your advice."
"Good," Tomoyo answered, ignoring the fact that not all of her relief was because he was her friend and she didn't want him to get hurt. She wouldn't admit to herself that some of it was for something more. "Forgive me, but the mental picture I have of you and her snogging is not one I want to keep. Actually, I would feel sorry for any girl in that position." She laughed as Eriol put on a wounded look. She ignored the little voice in her head that said she wouldn't feel sorry for any girl, she would envy them.
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That was my small Harry Potter reference. Tomoyo will not be an all knowing omniscient person, but rather someone who knows which choice is the better one and can see outcomes of crucial choices. I probably won't be able to update for awhile. I felt like putting snogging in there because I figured that since they were in England, it woud fit.