Author's Notes: This prequel to That Hiiragizawa is again told from
Syaoran's POV, only this time he's referring to Eriol when he says 'you'.
Hope you like it, and pls R+R!
As Syaoran Watches By like a falling star
You're not all that perfect, Hiiragizawa. People are wrong. You aren't always all smiley-faced and wise, either. I know your secret, Hiiragizawa. You have a weakness. Mr. All-Powerful-Magician Clow Reed actually has a weakness.
And she goes by the name Tomoyo Daidouji.
Don't try to hide it, Hiiragizawa, it isn't working. Any idiot would know that you're head over heels for her. Yes, even me. I've noticed things, Hiiragizawa. Things I could blackmail you with. Ha, I finally have the upper hand. Sakura already knows of my feelings. Daidouji, on the other hand, doesn't know of yours.
How would you like it if I did the same things you did to me before I told Sakura how I felt? How would you feel if I teased you in front of Tomoyo till you turned red and stuttered in front of the love of your life? Huh, would you like that? If your answer is no, then you should know how I felt back then.
Too late, though. I'll make use of what I know.
Aah, Daidouji has just stepped into the classroom. Don't try to hide yourself behind that huge old novel, Hiiragizawa, it really doesn't help. I see you light up like fairy lights on Christmas night. Smashing your face into that thick book isn't exactly good camouflage either; your flaming red cheeks clash so badly with your hair that it hurts to look.
Your hand twitches as Daidouji makes her way down the row. By some miraculous coincidence, you happen to put down your book just as Daidouji passes your seat. "Good morning, Daidouji-san." You greet smoothly, your voice low yet pleasant, a perfect blend.
I used to wonder how you did it-how you managed to sound so calm and confident in front of the girl of your dreams. Now I hear it-the little tremor in your voice, the way it wobbles a little, the way you clear your throat to hide your nervousness. I see you fiddling with your watch strap under the table; you're trying to keep your nerves under wraps. I suppress a smirk.
"Good morning, Hiiragizawa-san." Daidouji says, her voice crisp as a wafer. This one hides her feelings very well. Even I can't tell what she is thinking. You beam back at her. Daidouji's face softens, as it so rarely does; she's turning to mush. Uh-oh. This is not good. You can like whoever you want to, Hiiragizawa, I frankly don't give a damn. But if Daidouji likes you back, that's another matter altogether. I gotta talk some sense into her one of these days. "Please call me Tomoyo." Daidouji says softly. She is smiling.
"Only if you call me Eriol, Tomoyo-san."
"Of course, Eriol-san." In a flash, Daidouji is at her own seat, the traces of a smile painting her face.
I turn back and watch. As you close your book, a tint of a blush creeps up on your face. Slowly but surely, it spreads and spreads until your whole face is flaming red. You realize this, and grab your book and hastily open it to any page, never mind if it's upside-down, holding it up in a lame attempt to cover your face. It's fruitless; I can see the blush, still spreading, on your neck now. It's useless, Hiiragizawa, you can officially give up all hopes of trying to hide it.
You're in love.
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As Syaoran Watches By like a falling star
You're not all that perfect, Hiiragizawa. People are wrong. You aren't always all smiley-faced and wise, either. I know your secret, Hiiragizawa. You have a weakness. Mr. All-Powerful-Magician Clow Reed actually has a weakness.
And she goes by the name Tomoyo Daidouji.
Don't try to hide it, Hiiragizawa, it isn't working. Any idiot would know that you're head over heels for her. Yes, even me. I've noticed things, Hiiragizawa. Things I could blackmail you with. Ha, I finally have the upper hand. Sakura already knows of my feelings. Daidouji, on the other hand, doesn't know of yours.
How would you like it if I did the same things you did to me before I told Sakura how I felt? How would you feel if I teased you in front of Tomoyo till you turned red and stuttered in front of the love of your life? Huh, would you like that? If your answer is no, then you should know how I felt back then.
Too late, though. I'll make use of what I know.
Aah, Daidouji has just stepped into the classroom. Don't try to hide yourself behind that huge old novel, Hiiragizawa, it really doesn't help. I see you light up like fairy lights on Christmas night. Smashing your face into that thick book isn't exactly good camouflage either; your flaming red cheeks clash so badly with your hair that it hurts to look.
Your hand twitches as Daidouji makes her way down the row. By some miraculous coincidence, you happen to put down your book just as Daidouji passes your seat. "Good morning, Daidouji-san." You greet smoothly, your voice low yet pleasant, a perfect blend.
I used to wonder how you did it-how you managed to sound so calm and confident in front of the girl of your dreams. Now I hear it-the little tremor in your voice, the way it wobbles a little, the way you clear your throat to hide your nervousness. I see you fiddling with your watch strap under the table; you're trying to keep your nerves under wraps. I suppress a smirk.
"Good morning, Hiiragizawa-san." Daidouji says, her voice crisp as a wafer. This one hides her feelings very well. Even I can't tell what she is thinking. You beam back at her. Daidouji's face softens, as it so rarely does; she's turning to mush. Uh-oh. This is not good. You can like whoever you want to, Hiiragizawa, I frankly don't give a damn. But if Daidouji likes you back, that's another matter altogether. I gotta talk some sense into her one of these days. "Please call me Tomoyo." Daidouji says softly. She is smiling.
"Only if you call me Eriol, Tomoyo-san."
"Of course, Eriol-san." In a flash, Daidouji is at her own seat, the traces of a smile painting her face.
I turn back and watch. As you close your book, a tint of a blush creeps up on your face. Slowly but surely, it spreads and spreads until your whole face is flaming red. You realize this, and grab your book and hastily open it to any page, never mind if it's upside-down, holding it up in a lame attempt to cover your face. It's fruitless; I can see the blush, still spreading, on your neck now. It's useless, Hiiragizawa, you can officially give up all hopes of trying to hide it.
You're in love.
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