Finding a Mother; Being a Mother
CHAPTER 8
Summary: Sakura finds out that her mom is not dead, but actually alive and living somewhere in the world. She goes on a quest to find her mother and find the truth- but meanwhile, she's pregnant with Syaoran's baby. In the end, she finds her mother. But who is she? And why did she leave?
A/N: This is great! We're on chapter eight! Thanks to everyone who reviews. And for the people who don't, please review. As I said before, this chapter mainly focuses on Tomoyo, with bits and pieces of Sakura and Syaoran.
Tomoyo heard giggling from next door and growling (??).
"Sakura and Syaoran must be very happy," she said aloud.
As Tomoyo was used to jet lag, she wasn't very tired so she took out her laptop and went online.
Tomoyo had come to America mainly to find Eriol. Why?
She loved him.
Oh yeah, she had a fashion show, too.
But mainly, Tomoyo wanted to find Eriol.
She could ask Sakura and Syaoran where he was, but she wanted to do this by herself, with her own power and strength.
So, Tomoyo had found out that he was in America for business or whatever.so she had to look for him.
Coincidently, Sakura was looking for her mother, too.
So, Tomoyo went online to Search and typed in Eriol Hirigawaza (a/n: I know that's the wrong spelling of his last name.but close?).
As she waited for the next page to load, she remembered the first time she had met Eriol.
*~*~**~*~*~**~Flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Hello, my name is Eriol. Pleasure to meet you," Eriol said.
Tomoyo was struck by his looks-most people wouldn't have though purplish hair and round glasses were the hottest thing, but she did.
"I'm Tomoyo, Sakura's friend. I film most of her cardcaptures," Tomoyo replied.
"Ah."
~*~*~*~***~**~*~~*End Flashback*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~
The page was done loading and Tomoyo scrolled down.
Most of it was news about other Eriols, but she spotted one that was dated only a couple of weeks ago.
"Mr. Eriol Hirigawaza, owner of more than five multi-million dollar corporations around the world, has donated over 2 million dollars of his fortune to various charity organizations around the country. No one knows what motivated him to be so selfless and give so much, but it may be because of his recent purchase of a house in Beverly Hills, California. The 17-year-old has already graduated from college last year with honors, and has added a master's degree in business to his collection of degrees, awards, and recognitions."
That was a sections from MONEY, an American magazine.
Obviously, Eriol was living in Beverly Hills, CA.
She couldn't believe her luck, her search had almost ended before it starts.
Phoning her limo driver, she said, "Terry, I'd like you to take me to Beverly Hills tomorrow. Thank you."
Tomoyo pressed her ear against the wall and heard them still talking, content in their love.
Tomoyo sighed and went to bed.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Sakura and Syaoran were discussing their wedding gifts (haha).
"I think we got like 20 toasters, pots and pans and recipe books. I think. Why is it all food? I can cook!" Sakura exclaimed.
Syaoran coughed.we all know how horrible Sakura is at cooking.
"Well, Tomoyo got us the plane tickets for our wedding gift. Syaoran, I got you something!" Sakura said and took out a small box.
Syaoran opened it and saw an exquisite Rolex watch (where did Sakura ever get the money the buy this?).
Inside the band was an engraving that read, "Sakura and Syaoran, married on June 31st." (I just made up the date).
"Wow." Syaoran said.
"I save up all my money I earned to buy you it," Sakura said, and kissed him.
"I have a gift for you, too," Syaoran said, and took her outside to the balcony.
The view from the hotel was beautiful (after all, they were at the beach).
The cool breeze rustled around them, and Syaoran got out a tiny telescope.
"Look in here," he said as soon as he got the view just perfect."
"Wow," Sakura breathed as she saw a beautiful star.
"That's your star," Syaoran said, "I bought it from the National Star Foundation, and I named it Cherry Blossom. The star's yours to keep."
"Thank you," Sakura said, and hugged him.
As Sakura went to sleep, Syaoran was stroking her hair gently.but his hand moved down and started stroking her belly.
His child.
Their child.
Next morning.
Tomoyo was ready to go at 6 in the morning.
Her chauffeur took her to the heart of Beverly Hills, where she told him to pick her up at the same spot at 9 pm.
Tomoyo wandered around downtown, and was questioning people if they knew where Eriol Hirigazawa lived.
"Oh, that millionaire? Somewhere here.in his new million dollar home, right?" a guy said, checking Tomoyo out.
She ignored him and replied, "I already know that. Same old information."
She walked away, and kept on asking people, over and over.
Until finally, this guy said, "Oh yeah! I'm a tour guide of famous people's homes, and I recently added his name onto my list, but then I found out it was illegal (since I didn't have his permission), so.well, I know where he lives," the guy said.
"Great~1," Tomoyo said, getting out a piece of paper and a pen, "What is it?" she asked.
"Not so fast. Why should I give you his address?" the guy asked, suspicious.
"Because I know him, and I love him. I'm looking for him. I came all the way from Japan," Tomoyo said sweetly, trying to butter him up.
"For 200 dollars, I'll give you the area. For 500, I'll give you the community. For a thousand, I'll give you the street name. Nothing more than that," the guy said slickly.
"1000 dollars?" Tomoyo said, dropping her jaw.
"Yah. Got a problem?"
"Deal," Tomoyo replied and wrote out a check to him.
He scribbled on the piece of paper, "Springhill Dr., Bev. Hills, CA"
"Thanks," Tomoyo said, and walked off.
"No, thank YOU," he said, kissing the check.
Obviously Tomoyo hadn't though to call a cab or anything, since she bought a map and looked for Springhill Dr.
"23 miles away from here!! How big is Beverly Hills, anyways?" Tomoyo exclaimed.
"You're at the southern tip of Bev. Hills, dahling. The houses ahre up north," a lady said with a weird accent.
"Thank you, very much," Tomoyo said.
On the way, she bought running shoes, and started walking towards Eriol's house.
She had lunch at a buffet where she plotted her course to Eriol's mansion, and after she was done with her lunch and her directions, she continued on.
It took 4 hours to get to the community, and then at the heavily guarded gate, she had a problem trying to get in.
"Hi, may I enter?" Tomoyo asked the security guard.
"No. Not unless you live here, come with a person who lives here, or the person that lives here has your name down on a list of people who are allowed to enter today," the guard replied.
Tomoyo growled in frustration.
"Look, I walked all the way here from downtown Beverly hills just to come here and find Eriol Hirigawaza. Can't you make this easier for me?" Tomoyo asked.
"How do I know that you're not some kind of terrorist who's trying to bomb his house? I can't take those risks, you know. It's part of my job," the security guard explained.
Tomoyo's face brightened.
"I have some identification. Have you heard of the Daidouji Toy Corporation? My mother is the head honcho of it," Tomoyo said as she got out her Japanese driver's license.
"You never give up, do you," the guard said warily, and looked at the id.
"Fine. You can go in. But let me warn you, there are videocameras everywhere, and if you do anything suspicious, there will be hordes or policemen swarming around," the guard replied, and pushed the buzzer.
Tomoyo graciously thanked him and walked through the gate. She noticed two cameras focused on her right away, and blushed.
She had always been doing the camerawork.not the star.
Tomoyo briskly walked over past Marigold Circle, Starflower Lane and finally to Springhill Dr.
The street was humongous-probably had about 10 houses that were the size of the white house, each.
"Oh lord," Tomoyo said as she looked at the houses.
"This is a drive? It should be called Springhill Boulevard.
They all looked like they could house 5 families each, much less a 17-year old teen?
Tomoyo sighed and rang the first doorbell.
A woman answered, and her face looked quite familiar.
"Hi, I was wondering if you knew where Eriol Hirigawaza lives?" Tomoyo asked.
"Oh, him. Didn't he just move in like a month ago?" the lady said.
"Yeah," Tomoyo replied, and it clicked in her head.
"You're Jennifer Love Hewitt!" Tomoyo exclaimed.
Jennifer blushed and nodded.
"Anyways, I think he lives farther down into the street. Sorry for not giving you more information," she apologized.
"That's okay," Tomoyo replied, still awed by her beauty.
Tomoyo walked down farther and farther into the street, passing gigantic houses with expensive cars in front of them.
Finally, she reached on that looked pretty empty, with only a black Audi in front of it.
Tomoyo rang the bell, and waited. And waited. And waited. And waited.
Obviously, they weren't home, so Tomoyo sat down on the porch swing.
She buried her face in her hands and sighed.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" a voice rang out.
Tomoyo looked up quickly.
It was Eriol.
Her search had ended.
A/N: End of 8th chapter.woo hoo!! Sorry this one is kinda stupid.yeah, her search ended pretty quickly, don't ya think? Har har.anyways, gotta go and try to post this up. Byes!!
CHAPTER 8
Summary: Sakura finds out that her mom is not dead, but actually alive and living somewhere in the world. She goes on a quest to find her mother and find the truth- but meanwhile, she's pregnant with Syaoran's baby. In the end, she finds her mother. But who is she? And why did she leave?
A/N: This is great! We're on chapter eight! Thanks to everyone who reviews. And for the people who don't, please review. As I said before, this chapter mainly focuses on Tomoyo, with bits and pieces of Sakura and Syaoran.
Tomoyo heard giggling from next door and growling (??).
"Sakura and Syaoran must be very happy," she said aloud.
As Tomoyo was used to jet lag, she wasn't very tired so she took out her laptop and went online.
Tomoyo had come to America mainly to find Eriol. Why?
She loved him.
Oh yeah, she had a fashion show, too.
But mainly, Tomoyo wanted to find Eriol.
She could ask Sakura and Syaoran where he was, but she wanted to do this by herself, with her own power and strength.
So, Tomoyo had found out that he was in America for business or whatever.so she had to look for him.
Coincidently, Sakura was looking for her mother, too.
So, Tomoyo went online to Search and typed in Eriol Hirigawaza (a/n: I know that's the wrong spelling of his last name.but close?).
As she waited for the next page to load, she remembered the first time she had met Eriol.
*~*~**~*~*~**~Flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Hello, my name is Eriol. Pleasure to meet you," Eriol said.
Tomoyo was struck by his looks-most people wouldn't have though purplish hair and round glasses were the hottest thing, but she did.
"I'm Tomoyo, Sakura's friend. I film most of her cardcaptures," Tomoyo replied.
"Ah."
~*~*~*~***~**~*~~*End Flashback*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~
The page was done loading and Tomoyo scrolled down.
Most of it was news about other Eriols, but she spotted one that was dated only a couple of weeks ago.
"Mr. Eriol Hirigawaza, owner of more than five multi-million dollar corporations around the world, has donated over 2 million dollars of his fortune to various charity organizations around the country. No one knows what motivated him to be so selfless and give so much, but it may be because of his recent purchase of a house in Beverly Hills, California. The 17-year-old has already graduated from college last year with honors, and has added a master's degree in business to his collection of degrees, awards, and recognitions."
That was a sections from MONEY, an American magazine.
Obviously, Eriol was living in Beverly Hills, CA.
She couldn't believe her luck, her search had almost ended before it starts.
Phoning her limo driver, she said, "Terry, I'd like you to take me to Beverly Hills tomorrow. Thank you."
Tomoyo pressed her ear against the wall and heard them still talking, content in their love.
Tomoyo sighed and went to bed.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Sakura and Syaoran were discussing their wedding gifts (haha).
"I think we got like 20 toasters, pots and pans and recipe books. I think. Why is it all food? I can cook!" Sakura exclaimed.
Syaoran coughed.we all know how horrible Sakura is at cooking.
"Well, Tomoyo got us the plane tickets for our wedding gift. Syaoran, I got you something!" Sakura said and took out a small box.
Syaoran opened it and saw an exquisite Rolex watch (where did Sakura ever get the money the buy this?).
Inside the band was an engraving that read, "Sakura and Syaoran, married on June 31st." (I just made up the date).
"Wow." Syaoran said.
"I save up all my money I earned to buy you it," Sakura said, and kissed him.
"I have a gift for you, too," Syaoran said, and took her outside to the balcony.
The view from the hotel was beautiful (after all, they were at the beach).
The cool breeze rustled around them, and Syaoran got out a tiny telescope.
"Look in here," he said as soon as he got the view just perfect."
"Wow," Sakura breathed as she saw a beautiful star.
"That's your star," Syaoran said, "I bought it from the National Star Foundation, and I named it Cherry Blossom. The star's yours to keep."
"Thank you," Sakura said, and hugged him.
As Sakura went to sleep, Syaoran was stroking her hair gently.but his hand moved down and started stroking her belly.
His child.
Their child.
Next morning.
Tomoyo was ready to go at 6 in the morning.
Her chauffeur took her to the heart of Beverly Hills, where she told him to pick her up at the same spot at 9 pm.
Tomoyo wandered around downtown, and was questioning people if they knew where Eriol Hirigazawa lived.
"Oh, that millionaire? Somewhere here.in his new million dollar home, right?" a guy said, checking Tomoyo out.
She ignored him and replied, "I already know that. Same old information."
She walked away, and kept on asking people, over and over.
Until finally, this guy said, "Oh yeah! I'm a tour guide of famous people's homes, and I recently added his name onto my list, but then I found out it was illegal (since I didn't have his permission), so.well, I know where he lives," the guy said.
"Great~1," Tomoyo said, getting out a piece of paper and a pen, "What is it?" she asked.
"Not so fast. Why should I give you his address?" the guy asked, suspicious.
"Because I know him, and I love him. I'm looking for him. I came all the way from Japan," Tomoyo said sweetly, trying to butter him up.
"For 200 dollars, I'll give you the area. For 500, I'll give you the community. For a thousand, I'll give you the street name. Nothing more than that," the guy said slickly.
"1000 dollars?" Tomoyo said, dropping her jaw.
"Yah. Got a problem?"
"Deal," Tomoyo replied and wrote out a check to him.
He scribbled on the piece of paper, "Springhill Dr., Bev. Hills, CA"
"Thanks," Tomoyo said, and walked off.
"No, thank YOU," he said, kissing the check.
Obviously Tomoyo hadn't though to call a cab or anything, since she bought a map and looked for Springhill Dr.
"23 miles away from here!! How big is Beverly Hills, anyways?" Tomoyo exclaimed.
"You're at the southern tip of Bev. Hills, dahling. The houses ahre up north," a lady said with a weird accent.
"Thank you, very much," Tomoyo said.
On the way, she bought running shoes, and started walking towards Eriol's house.
She had lunch at a buffet where she plotted her course to Eriol's mansion, and after she was done with her lunch and her directions, she continued on.
It took 4 hours to get to the community, and then at the heavily guarded gate, she had a problem trying to get in.
"Hi, may I enter?" Tomoyo asked the security guard.
"No. Not unless you live here, come with a person who lives here, or the person that lives here has your name down on a list of people who are allowed to enter today," the guard replied.
Tomoyo growled in frustration.
"Look, I walked all the way here from downtown Beverly hills just to come here and find Eriol Hirigawaza. Can't you make this easier for me?" Tomoyo asked.
"How do I know that you're not some kind of terrorist who's trying to bomb his house? I can't take those risks, you know. It's part of my job," the security guard explained.
Tomoyo's face brightened.
"I have some identification. Have you heard of the Daidouji Toy Corporation? My mother is the head honcho of it," Tomoyo said as she got out her Japanese driver's license.
"You never give up, do you," the guard said warily, and looked at the id.
"Fine. You can go in. But let me warn you, there are videocameras everywhere, and if you do anything suspicious, there will be hordes or policemen swarming around," the guard replied, and pushed the buzzer.
Tomoyo graciously thanked him and walked through the gate. She noticed two cameras focused on her right away, and blushed.
She had always been doing the camerawork.not the star.
Tomoyo briskly walked over past Marigold Circle, Starflower Lane and finally to Springhill Dr.
The street was humongous-probably had about 10 houses that were the size of the white house, each.
"Oh lord," Tomoyo said as she looked at the houses.
"This is a drive? It should be called Springhill Boulevard.
They all looked like they could house 5 families each, much less a 17-year old teen?
Tomoyo sighed and rang the first doorbell.
A woman answered, and her face looked quite familiar.
"Hi, I was wondering if you knew where Eriol Hirigawaza lives?" Tomoyo asked.
"Oh, him. Didn't he just move in like a month ago?" the lady said.
"Yeah," Tomoyo replied, and it clicked in her head.
"You're Jennifer Love Hewitt!" Tomoyo exclaimed.
Jennifer blushed and nodded.
"Anyways, I think he lives farther down into the street. Sorry for not giving you more information," she apologized.
"That's okay," Tomoyo replied, still awed by her beauty.
Tomoyo walked down farther and farther into the street, passing gigantic houses with expensive cars in front of them.
Finally, she reached on that looked pretty empty, with only a black Audi in front of it.
Tomoyo rang the bell, and waited. And waited. And waited. And waited.
Obviously, they weren't home, so Tomoyo sat down on the porch swing.
She buried her face in her hands and sighed.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" a voice rang out.
Tomoyo looked up quickly.
It was Eriol.
Her search had ended.
A/N: End of 8th chapter.woo hoo!! Sorry this one is kinda stupid.yeah, her search ended pretty quickly, don't ya think? Har har.anyways, gotta go and try to post this up. Byes!!