The Reunion
Written by: Like A Falling Star
Singapore, 9.45pm, Daidouji Mansion
Ring! Ring! Daidouji Tomoyo delicately stepped around her six-month-old golden retriever puppy and reached for her metallic purple cellphone.
"Hello?" she answered in a cool, crisp voice-- her business voice, she called it.
"Hello? Tomoyo-chan? Is that you?"
Tomoyo's tone softened considerably. "Sakura-chan?" she asked hopefully, trying to keep the eager note out of her voice. She hadn't seen or heard from her bestfriend for such a long time.
"Hai. Did you receive my letter?"
Tomoyo glanced at the unopened pale pink envelope that lay on the polished oakwood table in her bedroom. "Yes- I think so. But I haven't read it yet."
"Syaoran-kun and I are getting married!" Sakura chirped; she could barely keep the excitement out of her voice, even though she was thousands of miles away, in Japan.
They chatted idly for awhile, then Sakura gasped audibly, their conversation coming to an abrupt halt.
"What's wrong?" Tomoyo asked.
"Hoee! I promised Syao-kun I would meet him at the park. And-- I'm late!!!"
Tomoyo giggled. Her friend hadn't changed much, apparently.
"I gotta go now.. you'll get your plane ticket and invitation in a few days time⦠bye!"
"Bye." Tomoyo replied, but she was answered by the dull ringing of the dial tone. Sakura had left. Tomoyo's childhood crush on Sakura had long been dissolved, but she was always estatic to hear from her friend. Although she'd made many friends since moving to Singapore five years ago, she'd lost contact with most of them after assuming the post as vice-president of Daidouji Toy Company and adopting the busy lifestyle that came with it.
Tomoyo picked up the letter and sat down on a plush red chair that sat grandly in a corner of the room. "Come here, Rodger."
The puppy pricked up its hears at the sound of its mistress' voice calling its name. A round golden furball trotted across the room and seated itself comfortably on Tomoyo's lap. Tomoyo smiled and stroked its head lovingly.
As Tomoyo read the letter, sentimental tears pooled in her eyes. All that reminiscing about their old friends - Hiiragizawa-kun, Rika-san, Naoko-san, Chiharu-san and Yamazaki-kun - made her like this, sometimes. Tomoyo swallowed her tears are she thought wistfully of her friends. Her friends who weren't lonely, like her. Chiharu-san and Yamazaki-san had each other, Rika was engaged to some world-famous swimmer (if you have read my other fanfic about camp, you would know it's Komodo Kenzu), and even Naoko was dating an old classmate of theirs. Hiiragizawa-kun, she assumed, was with Mizuki-sensei.
I don't have anyone. The awful realisation hit Tomoyo like a ton of bricks. I am unloved. A calmer, more rational voice in her head spoke up. That's not true. You are not unloved! You know that you have Sakura-chan and all your other friends. And your mother, too. You are her pride and joy. How ironical. Between her mother's frequent commuting and Tomoyo's busy schedule, Tomoyo only saw her mother about thrice a month.
But of course, there was Rodger. Loyal Rodger, who would go to any lengths to please his beloved mistress. Tomoyo scooped him up in her arms and buried her face in his thick fur. Then she looked up. "I'm afraid we're going to have to make yet another trip, Rodger. To Tomoeda. My hometown." Rodger whined a little, as if he understood her words, and gave a short, happy bark.
Written by: Like A Falling Star
Singapore, 9.45pm, Daidouji Mansion
Ring! Ring! Daidouji Tomoyo delicately stepped around her six-month-old golden retriever puppy and reached for her metallic purple cellphone.
"Hello?" she answered in a cool, crisp voice-- her business voice, she called it.
"Hello? Tomoyo-chan? Is that you?"
Tomoyo's tone softened considerably. "Sakura-chan?" she asked hopefully, trying to keep the eager note out of her voice. She hadn't seen or heard from her bestfriend for such a long time.
"Hai. Did you receive my letter?"
Tomoyo glanced at the unopened pale pink envelope that lay on the polished oakwood table in her bedroom. "Yes- I think so. But I haven't read it yet."
"Syaoran-kun and I are getting married!" Sakura chirped; she could barely keep the excitement out of her voice, even though she was thousands of miles away, in Japan.
They chatted idly for awhile, then Sakura gasped audibly, their conversation coming to an abrupt halt.
"What's wrong?" Tomoyo asked.
"Hoee! I promised Syao-kun I would meet him at the park. And-- I'm late!!!"
Tomoyo giggled. Her friend hadn't changed much, apparently.
"I gotta go now.. you'll get your plane ticket and invitation in a few days time⦠bye!"
"Bye." Tomoyo replied, but she was answered by the dull ringing of the dial tone. Sakura had left. Tomoyo's childhood crush on Sakura had long been dissolved, but she was always estatic to hear from her friend. Although she'd made many friends since moving to Singapore five years ago, she'd lost contact with most of them after assuming the post as vice-president of Daidouji Toy Company and adopting the busy lifestyle that came with it.
Tomoyo picked up the letter and sat down on a plush red chair that sat grandly in a corner of the room. "Come here, Rodger."
The puppy pricked up its hears at the sound of its mistress' voice calling its name. A round golden furball trotted across the room and seated itself comfortably on Tomoyo's lap. Tomoyo smiled and stroked its head lovingly.
As Tomoyo read the letter, sentimental tears pooled in her eyes. All that reminiscing about their old friends - Hiiragizawa-kun, Rika-san, Naoko-san, Chiharu-san and Yamazaki-kun - made her like this, sometimes. Tomoyo swallowed her tears are she thought wistfully of her friends. Her friends who weren't lonely, like her. Chiharu-san and Yamazaki-san had each other, Rika was engaged to some world-famous swimmer (if you have read my other fanfic about camp, you would know it's Komodo Kenzu), and even Naoko was dating an old classmate of theirs. Hiiragizawa-kun, she assumed, was with Mizuki-sensei.
I don't have anyone. The awful realisation hit Tomoyo like a ton of bricks. I am unloved. A calmer, more rational voice in her head spoke up. That's not true. You are not unloved! You know that you have Sakura-chan and all your other friends. And your mother, too. You are her pride and joy. How ironical. Between her mother's frequent commuting and Tomoyo's busy schedule, Tomoyo only saw her mother about thrice a month.
But of course, there was Rodger. Loyal Rodger, who would go to any lengths to please his beloved mistress. Tomoyo scooped him up in her arms and buried her face in his thick fur. Then she looked up. "I'm afraid we're going to have to make yet another trip, Rodger. To Tomoeda. My hometown." Rodger whined a little, as if he understood her words, and gave a short, happy bark.
