Chapter 1: A plane ride...
Tokoyo looked down on the town below her. " What a beautiful place! It looks great! I can't wait to get there.
"Not! Why did my dad have to ship me off to such a stupid town? There's no one here who'll even take a second look at me. And uniforms? Ugh! Why me." she looked down again, and let her imagination leap for a few minutes. "It'll never happen...stop dreaming, Tokyo."
The pilot smiled as he looked at his young passenger. "Ms. Kurii, are you all right?" Tokoyo forced a smile. "Of course! never better! And you?" The man opened his mouth, but Tokoyo was merely smiling at the man, ignoring him completely. She looked at her perfectly pressed white dress, one of ten her mother had forced her to pack. She clearly remembered arguing with her mother about it...
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"Tokoyo Clow Kurii! You will stop wearing these horrible American 'jeans,' and wear something apropriate for your position! It's your father's idea, not mine, but I won't have you wearing men's clothing while representing your father!"
Tokoyo had ignored her mother, and calmly took out 4 white dresses, identical to the other six in the other suitcase, and hung them in her closet. Her mother had regained her composure, and opened her daughter's bureau and taken a drawer full of pants out, and handed them to her servant. "Please see these are disposed of, Ling."
Tokoyo had lost it and grabbed Ling by the throat. She panted, "You can force me to go to dad's ceremonies in ball gowns. You can throw me into a boarding school for six months. You can even keep me from my friends. But you will NOT dictate what I do in my spare time. Can I climb a tree in a white dress? No! And that's your point. You can't go outside, because you'd stain the dress! You can't even eat a messy meal, because - you'd stain the dress! And all you have packed for me are ten white dresses, and five black ones! I'm not staying in the manor for six months straight!" Tokoyo grabbed her two suitcases, and held them outside her window. "Mother, if Ling thows those clothes away, my dresses are dropping five stories!"
Mrs. Kurii gulped. "Ling, replace the drawer." The small woman did as she was told. Mrs. Kurii glared at her daughter. "No Daidoji child ever behaved this way!" Tokoyo smiled. "Well, I guess that's your fault, for marrying a stubborn Kurii!" Rina Daidoji slapped her daughter. Ling screamed. Tokoyo glared at her mother. "Send me to Reedington! But you'll see. I'm not your daughter anymore!"
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A silent tear rolled down Tokoyo's cheek. "Stupid idiot, running into a pedestrian. Of course he was sued for every penny he owned, but that won't bring mom back." The pilot was shocked, but silently returned to his post. He wouldn't speak to the young heiress about her mother's accidental death. Mr. Kurii claimed they'd had a minor argument the evening before, but Tokoyo was a Kurii. She'd get over it. She did. She hated her father's very skin for ruining her mother's relationship with her.
~*~
Eriol seemed to be crying, but in the rain, Sakura couldn't tell. "Eriol? Is anything wrong?" Eriol smiled. "No." he gazed at a passing plane. "I just felt intense pain, that's all." Syaoran also seemed a little depressed as the plane flew over them. "Oh well, let's get back to work, guys."
Tokoyo looked down on the town below her. " What a beautiful place! It looks great! I can't wait to get there.
"Not! Why did my dad have to ship me off to such a stupid town? There's no one here who'll even take a second look at me. And uniforms? Ugh! Why me." she looked down again, and let her imagination leap for a few minutes. "It'll never happen...stop dreaming, Tokyo."
The pilot smiled as he looked at his young passenger. "Ms. Kurii, are you all right?" Tokoyo forced a smile. "Of course! never better! And you?" The man opened his mouth, but Tokoyo was merely smiling at the man, ignoring him completely. She looked at her perfectly pressed white dress, one of ten her mother had forced her to pack. She clearly remembered arguing with her mother about it...
~~~
"Tokoyo Clow Kurii! You will stop wearing these horrible American 'jeans,' and wear something apropriate for your position! It's your father's idea, not mine, but I won't have you wearing men's clothing while representing your father!"
Tokoyo had ignored her mother, and calmly took out 4 white dresses, identical to the other six in the other suitcase, and hung them in her closet. Her mother had regained her composure, and opened her daughter's bureau and taken a drawer full of pants out, and handed them to her servant. "Please see these are disposed of, Ling."
Tokoyo had lost it and grabbed Ling by the throat. She panted, "You can force me to go to dad's ceremonies in ball gowns. You can throw me into a boarding school for six months. You can even keep me from my friends. But you will NOT dictate what I do in my spare time. Can I climb a tree in a white dress? No! And that's your point. You can't go outside, because you'd stain the dress! You can't even eat a messy meal, because - you'd stain the dress! And all you have packed for me are ten white dresses, and five black ones! I'm not staying in the manor for six months straight!" Tokoyo grabbed her two suitcases, and held them outside her window. "Mother, if Ling thows those clothes away, my dresses are dropping five stories!"
Mrs. Kurii gulped. "Ling, replace the drawer." The small woman did as she was told. Mrs. Kurii glared at her daughter. "No Daidoji child ever behaved this way!" Tokoyo smiled. "Well, I guess that's your fault, for marrying a stubborn Kurii!" Rina Daidoji slapped her daughter. Ling screamed. Tokoyo glared at her mother. "Send me to Reedington! But you'll see. I'm not your daughter anymore!"
~~~
A silent tear rolled down Tokoyo's cheek. "Stupid idiot, running into a pedestrian. Of course he was sued for every penny he owned, but that won't bring mom back." The pilot was shocked, but silently returned to his post. He wouldn't speak to the young heiress about her mother's accidental death. Mr. Kurii claimed they'd had a minor argument the evening before, but Tokoyo was a Kurii. She'd get over it. She did. She hated her father's very skin for ruining her mother's relationship with her.
~*~
Eriol seemed to be crying, but in the rain, Sakura couldn't tell. "Eriol? Is anything wrong?" Eriol smiled. "No." he gazed at a passing plane. "I just felt intense pain, that's all." Syaoran also seemed a little depressed as the plane flew over them. "Oh well, let's get back to work, guys."