Disclaimer: I do not own CCS, CLAMP does. This is only a fan fic.
Note to Readers: OMG!!!!!!!!!!!! I actually hit over 60 reviews!!!!! WOW! Thank you guys so much! I love you!!!!!!!! Please review again! And a big warm hug to all for reviewing!
Important: Suggestions? Anyone? Comments? Questions? Anything at all? Just e-mail me (glitter4ever99@hotmail.com)!! Or even you have e-mail me to just say hi, I would love to befriend anyone out there who is willing to help me with my E+T fics or another person who is in love with the E+T coupling! E+T all the way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Every Life Have It's Share Of Pain
Chapter 6: Kaho Suites
By Hally Dang
Cold.
Wet.
Alone.
Darkness surrounded her. She felt herself drifting into an unknown world, where everything were in their own twisted ways. She wanted to run away from this dark land. Yet she had no where to run to. No where to turn.
She was the one destined to be alone.
Alone.
The word struck back at her.
No, she didn't want to be alone. She wanted to have someone. Someone she can hold. Someone she can turn to. Someone to love her.
Somebody's somebody….
Floods of memories rushed back. Images seemed to flashed through her mind's eye. The concert. The coffee shop. Eriol's estate. The storm…
She suddenly felt herself snap back to consciousness.
She floated away from her world of darkness. Slowly, yes, but surely.
She opened her eyes.
The coldness left. The wetness left. But the dreadful feeling of loneness remained.
"Where am I?" she wondered out loud.
"It's alright, Tomoyo-chan," a high smooth voice said soothingly beside her.
She turned her head to face the owner of the voice. "Nakuru-chan?"
The woman smiled, nodding. Her expression seemed extremely puerile for her adult like appearance. "How are you feeling?"
For the first time, she noticed the splintering headache clouding her mind, and a faint feeling of dizziness still haunted her. "Fine," she lied, forcing a smile.
The red haired woman looked doubtfully at her, wanting to reason with her, but stopped herself. "If you say so Tomoyo-chan." She sighed lightly, then stood up from the wooden chair she was sitting on. "Master had sent for a doctor, he should be here shortly."
"A doctor?" Tomoyo echoed. "But why?"
Nakuru paused and gave her a silent stare. "You have been fainting too much, Master is worried that you might have…." Her usual certain voice trailed off.
"That I might have what?" Tomoyo quickly inquired. A glint of worry flashed through her eyes, but soon disappeared and was replaced by her normal refined expression.
Nakuru chose to not answer that question, instead she said. "Master was on his way back from his business meeting when he saw you were unconscious. It was raining very hard, and he was worried."
Tomoyo nodded. Shame and embarrassment washed over her as she heard those words. He had offered her a ride to her hotel, yet she refused, too full with her stubborn pride, that she had inherited from her mother. Now he had found her again, helpless and dependent unconscious in the rain.
She sighed. "Thank Hiiragisawa-kun for me, for his kindness when I have been nothing but trouble to him. And to you too, Nakuru-chan, you have done nothing but care for when I was at mine lowest of times. I thank you all for everything."
"But you haven't been a trouble to us," Nakuru protested. "We love having you with us, whether you are conscious or unconscious. I'm sure Master would agree too."
Tomoyo smiled. A fake smile, yes. But it was a smile never less, a smile with a safe behind it. Locking up her true emotions and sorrows. But it was a smile. A smile that Nakuru did not see through.
"I'll leave you in peace now, Tomoyo-chan," Nakuru announced suddenly. "Please rest. The doctor should be here soon." With that she walked briskly out the room and closed the door in a soft click.
Now, with only herself in the vast chamber. Tomoyo buried her face into the bed sheet. Wanting to disappeared. To un-exist, if that was ever possible.
She never intended for things to turn out this way. For her to end up in Eriol's home every time something happens. And she never wanted to faint at the concert. She never intended to become famous in the first place. And if she were to trace her troubles back to its source, she never, ever, intended to fall in love with Sakura.
And now that she was on the uncomfortable topic, a train of thoughts came. But she quickly pushed them aside and buried them away. Not wanting to think about, and only wanting to forget everything.
You can't run away from your problems all the time. A part of her said. You would have to face them sooner or later.
Yes, she did have to deal with "this" sooner or later. But just not right now.
She just wanted to run away from it, to forget it, to bury it away.
But she can't….
With that she drifted off to sleep, for her body was tired and her head ached with throbbing pain.
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He had never understood her from the start. Since they were in the fifth grade, he never understood her. She seemed like fragile glass figurine that anyone can see through. But she was much more. She was like a riddle, a paradox that never wanted to be solved, only wanting to fade away, to be neglected and forgotten. She was so complex, so puzzling that even he, the great recarnication of the famous Clow Reed, can not comprehend.
Yet they were so alike, in many ways.
And come to think of it, they were almost mirror images of each other. Both so quiet, but watchful. Mysterious but always plotting. Both had eyes much older than themselves. And both were like onions, with layers and layers of secrets and lies that all refuses to be peeled away, to show their cores, their hearts.
He wanted to laugh at how little he know of her. He had once thought that he knew everything about everyone, and everything. Until he meet her. She was just so different from everyone else. So unlike anyone he had known.
She laughed when she wanted to cry. And smiled when she wanted to scowl. She was quiet when she wanted to scream. She was clam when she wanted to be angry. And she always put others before herself. It was as if she was living her life for others, not for herself.
However, her strangeness and paradox like character was so fascinating. It intruded him. Making him wanting to watch her. To talk to her.
Funny, how the most bizarre things encroach him. Funny, how the great recarnation of Clow Reed would one day found himself fascinated and confused by ---
"Monsieur Hiiragisawa, Dr. LaMeuirie is here," a manservant told him quietly as he knocked gently on the door of his study, breaking his train of thoughts.
"Thank you, James. Please tell him to wait for me outside the fifth guest room on the third floor, I would be there shortly." Eriol told the butler, and dismissed him with a careless wave.
"As you wish."
Eriol shifted in his red armchair and laid his head back. Closing his eyes to recollect himself. It's been a long week. He had just ended a multi- billion business deal, and the stock market has finally seen an increase. He sighed heavily before he finally stood up. Replacing a book he was going to read back into it's place on the dusty shelves of his study. Then casting one last look out the study window into the murky stormy skies beyond, he stepped out of the chamber with only faint footsteps following him up stairs to the third floor.
He was not surprised to find a elderly man already there. He gave him his usual greeting and shook his hand in welcome.
"Thank goodness you are here, Dr. LaMeuirie," Eriol smiled at the gray haired man. "I didn't think you would have made it here in weather like this."
"You have no reason to worry, Mr. Hiiragisawa," the old man replied. "It did take me while to make it here, but I am here aren't I?" Eriol smiled and nodded in thanks. "Now, tell me what is wrong."
"I am in perfect healthy Dr. LaMeuirie. It is my, um, friend who is in the need of a physician," he waved a hand at the white door behind them. "She has been fainting, quiet a lot in these few days. And today she had a light fever, so I was afraid that she might have…"
"Well let me see this poor girl," the doctor said impatiently.
"Of course," Eriol turned the silver knobs of the double French curved doors and opened it for the doctor to come in. "This way."
The doctor carrying his briefcase stepped slowly into the vast room. He stopped in his entrance and gazed around the room in awe.
It was a room fit for a queen. The walls were washed white, and the floor like the rest of the mansion was gleaming white marble. The room was furnished in both modern and classic ways. Most of the furniture like the bed and tables were of French curved rosewood. Most of the chamber, like the rest of the house, was decorated in different shades of blue. The bed sheet and curtains were of a deep navy blue, and soft for they were made of pure satin and silk. The simple contemporary lamps sitting on both the bedside table and desk were, no doubt, designer made. Even the few painting, also in shades of blue, were surely specially painted to fit in with the mood of the house and room.
"What a marvelous room," Dr. LaMeuirie remarked. "And you say this is only a guest room?"
Eriol chuckled. "Of course. However this one is designed for a longer stay rather than some other rooms," he smiled, then turned his gaze to the king sized bed on the right side of the room. "Why Daidouji-san, you are awake."
"It is rather difficult to sleep when two man were conversing just outside this room, Hiiragisawa-kun," she replied, her voice was hoarse, lost of it's angelic tunes. "But I must thank you again, for all the trouble I have caused you."
"There were no trouble," Eriol told her. "It's more like a pleasant surprise to have you here with us again."
Tomoyo wanted to argue, but only nodded for she had a very dry throat.
"Now allow me to introduce Dr. LaMeuirie, one of the best physician around this part of England," Eriol waved a hand at the old man standing beside him. "I'm very fortunate that I personally know him." The doctor only smiled receiving the compliment. "And this Dr. LaMeuirie," he said turning to the doctor. "Is Ms………" Eriol suddenly pause, as if searching for better words. He gave a glance to Tomoyo's direction, asking for her permission in telling him her name.
"Tomoyo Daidouji," Tomoyo filled in, nodded towards Eriol in saying that she didn't mind. "I'm very pleased to meet you Dr. LaMeuirie."
"Likewise," was Dr. LaMeuirie's reply. "Now, Mr. Hiiragisawa had informed me of your conditions. I would just like to perform a simple exam to confirm your, um, situation."
"Of course."
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"I want to thank you again for all your kindness, Hiiragisawa-kun," Tomoyo said again for about the hundredth time. "I really don't know how I can repay you."
"There is really no need," Eriol replied, again for the hundredth time. "I didn't mind in having you here with us at all."
Tomoyo smiled. She picked up her fork again and took in a spoonful of soup. "Mm, this is one of the best soup I have ever tasted. Give my compliments to the chief."
"Actually, Nakuru cooked this herself," Eriol too drank a spoonful.
"Really?"
"Her cooking skills have improved greatly."
"Does she cook often?"
"Only when our cook's on holiday. But today is a special occasion. Since she will be leaving us tomorrow."
Tomoyo blinked. Confused.
"I'm sending her to Canada to settle some business deals there," Eriol told her, seeing her puzzled expression. "She will be in a few days."
Tomoyo nodded. "Is she going to take Spinnel with her?"
"I believe so."
The two sat through the rest of dinner without much talk. Tomoyo wanted to laugh at herself, for they both sounded like wind up toys made to say polite things in each other. Never once, since they met, had they drop their formalness. Even though they both knew each other for so long, they still haven't stopped calling each other by their last names.
"Hiiragisawa-kun, if you don't mind, I would like to go back to my hotel tomorrow," Tomoyo suddenly said, breaking the silence.
"But there is no need," Eriol replied carelessly almost. His face was expressionless as he looked up at her.
Tomoyo looked up at him as well. "What do you mean?" she asked, confused again.
"I already sent one of my maids to go to your hotel to pick up your things," Eriol replied, his voice was extremely calm and neutral. "I arranged a room here for you already."
She froze, and slowly absorbed all the information in. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. Eriol seemed to have so many surprises for her. "But how?" she finally asked. "The hotel room was under only my name."
Eriol chuckled from the other side of the table, as if mocking her of her ignorance. "I am the owner of that hotel," he replied, his voice calm once again.
Tomoyo was speechless. Of course it was Eriol's hotel. The hotel was called 'Kaho Suites'. "Of course." Was all she said.
Now that it was mentioned. She couldn't help thinking about Kaho Mitsuki. Who was her teacher in elementary school and also Eriol's girlfriend. Tomoyo hasn't seen her with Eriol at all, after all they were living with each other. Have they broken up? But that can't be possible. Eriol had even named his hotel after her. Their love for each other were so great, the last time she had saw them together.
"And if you don't mind, I invite to you stay at my home," Eriol said, he flashed her his charming smile and breaking her thoughts. "After all, Dr. LaMeuirie did request that you would be looked after until your glucose level return to normal."
Tomoyo nodded remembering her meeting with the gray haired doctor this afternoon. He had told her that her blood's sugar levels were unbalanced causing her to faint so often. Tomoyo was quite relieved to hear that since she was glad that it hasn't developed into diabetes.
"I'll consider the offer," Tomoyo replied shortly. "You are really too kind Hiiragisawa-kun."
Eriol dismissed the compliment with a simple wave. "In the meantime why don't I show you to the guest room I prepared for you?" He stood up, came to her end of the long dinner table and offered her his left arm.
"Why not?"
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I'm quite disappointed with how this chapter turned out. It's so….so…..so….I don't know. It just doesn't seem so right, and flows rather gnarled. Maybe someday when I have more time I would rewrite this. I hope you can still live with this one for now.
I am very open to flames right now, please do flame me if you hate this chapter. It will eventually force me into rewriting it.
I hope I wasn't going too fast in this chapter. So if you have any questions regarding this chapter or anything else please feel free to e- mail me or ask a question in the reviews.
And regarding the name of this chapter, I really didn't know what to name it. So I finally settled for 'Kaho Suites', since it's the Hotel Tomoyo was staying at. Even though I didn't really mention it as much. If you have any better suggestions, please tell me.
I just want to make one thing clear before I let you go, the illness Tomoyo have is actually a real disease in which the body can not keep in balance it's glucose/sugar levels therefore resulting in fainting. (I sounded like a dictionary while saying that don't I?) It's very close to diabetes, but I don't THINK it is. Right? Please correct me if you can.
And yes I usual closing line:
Thank you to all those who reviewed! You guys are so awesome. And please review again!
Review please!
Note to Readers: OMG!!!!!!!!!!!! I actually hit over 60 reviews!!!!! WOW! Thank you guys so much! I love you!!!!!!!! Please review again! And a big warm hug to all for reviewing!
Important: Suggestions? Anyone? Comments? Questions? Anything at all? Just e-mail me (glitter4ever99@hotmail.com)!! Or even you have e-mail me to just say hi, I would love to befriend anyone out there who is willing to help me with my E+T fics or another person who is in love with the E+T coupling! E+T all the way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(This got to be the shortest note I have ever left!)
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Every Life Have It's Share Of Pain
Chapter 6: Kaho Suites
By Hally Dang
Cold.
Wet.
Alone.
Darkness surrounded her. She felt herself drifting into an unknown world, where everything were in their own twisted ways. She wanted to run away from this dark land. Yet she had no where to run to. No where to turn.
She was the one destined to be alone.
Alone.
The word struck back at her.
No, she didn't want to be alone. She wanted to have someone. Someone she can hold. Someone she can turn to. Someone to love her.
Somebody's somebody….
Floods of memories rushed back. Images seemed to flashed through her mind's eye. The concert. The coffee shop. Eriol's estate. The storm…
She suddenly felt herself snap back to consciousness.
She floated away from her world of darkness. Slowly, yes, but surely.
She opened her eyes.
The coldness left. The wetness left. But the dreadful feeling of loneness remained.
"Where am I?" she wondered out loud.
"It's alright, Tomoyo-chan," a high smooth voice said soothingly beside her.
She turned her head to face the owner of the voice. "Nakuru-chan?"
The woman smiled, nodding. Her expression seemed extremely puerile for her adult like appearance. "How are you feeling?"
For the first time, she noticed the splintering headache clouding her mind, and a faint feeling of dizziness still haunted her. "Fine," she lied, forcing a smile.
The red haired woman looked doubtfully at her, wanting to reason with her, but stopped herself. "If you say so Tomoyo-chan." She sighed lightly, then stood up from the wooden chair she was sitting on. "Master had sent for a doctor, he should be here shortly."
"A doctor?" Tomoyo echoed. "But why?"
Nakuru paused and gave her a silent stare. "You have been fainting too much, Master is worried that you might have…." Her usual certain voice trailed off.
"That I might have what?" Tomoyo quickly inquired. A glint of worry flashed through her eyes, but soon disappeared and was replaced by her normal refined expression.
Nakuru chose to not answer that question, instead she said. "Master was on his way back from his business meeting when he saw you were unconscious. It was raining very hard, and he was worried."
Tomoyo nodded. Shame and embarrassment washed over her as she heard those words. He had offered her a ride to her hotel, yet she refused, too full with her stubborn pride, that she had inherited from her mother. Now he had found her again, helpless and dependent unconscious in the rain.
She sighed. "Thank Hiiragisawa-kun for me, for his kindness when I have been nothing but trouble to him. And to you too, Nakuru-chan, you have done nothing but care for when I was at mine lowest of times. I thank you all for everything."
"But you haven't been a trouble to us," Nakuru protested. "We love having you with us, whether you are conscious or unconscious. I'm sure Master would agree too."
Tomoyo smiled. A fake smile, yes. But it was a smile never less, a smile with a safe behind it. Locking up her true emotions and sorrows. But it was a smile. A smile that Nakuru did not see through.
"I'll leave you in peace now, Tomoyo-chan," Nakuru announced suddenly. "Please rest. The doctor should be here soon." With that she walked briskly out the room and closed the door in a soft click.
Now, with only herself in the vast chamber. Tomoyo buried her face into the bed sheet. Wanting to disappeared. To un-exist, if that was ever possible.
She never intended for things to turn out this way. For her to end up in Eriol's home every time something happens. And she never wanted to faint at the concert. She never intended to become famous in the first place. And if she were to trace her troubles back to its source, she never, ever, intended to fall in love with Sakura.
And now that she was on the uncomfortable topic, a train of thoughts came. But she quickly pushed them aside and buried them away. Not wanting to think about, and only wanting to forget everything.
You can't run away from your problems all the time. A part of her said. You would have to face them sooner or later.
Yes, she did have to deal with "this" sooner or later. But just not right now.
She just wanted to run away from it, to forget it, to bury it away.
But she can't….
With that she drifted off to sleep, for her body was tired and her head ached with throbbing pain.
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He had never understood her from the start. Since they were in the fifth grade, he never understood her. She seemed like fragile glass figurine that anyone can see through. But she was much more. She was like a riddle, a paradox that never wanted to be solved, only wanting to fade away, to be neglected and forgotten. She was so complex, so puzzling that even he, the great recarnication of the famous Clow Reed, can not comprehend.
Yet they were so alike, in many ways.
And come to think of it, they were almost mirror images of each other. Both so quiet, but watchful. Mysterious but always plotting. Both had eyes much older than themselves. And both were like onions, with layers and layers of secrets and lies that all refuses to be peeled away, to show their cores, their hearts.
He wanted to laugh at how little he know of her. He had once thought that he knew everything about everyone, and everything. Until he meet her. She was just so different from everyone else. So unlike anyone he had known.
She laughed when she wanted to cry. And smiled when she wanted to scowl. She was quiet when she wanted to scream. She was clam when she wanted to be angry. And she always put others before herself. It was as if she was living her life for others, not for herself.
However, her strangeness and paradox like character was so fascinating. It intruded him. Making him wanting to watch her. To talk to her.
Funny, how the most bizarre things encroach him. Funny, how the great recarnation of Clow Reed would one day found himself fascinated and confused by ---
"Monsieur Hiiragisawa, Dr. LaMeuirie is here," a manservant told him quietly as he knocked gently on the door of his study, breaking his train of thoughts.
"Thank you, James. Please tell him to wait for me outside the fifth guest room on the third floor, I would be there shortly." Eriol told the butler, and dismissed him with a careless wave.
"As you wish."
Eriol shifted in his red armchair and laid his head back. Closing his eyes to recollect himself. It's been a long week. He had just ended a multi- billion business deal, and the stock market has finally seen an increase. He sighed heavily before he finally stood up. Replacing a book he was going to read back into it's place on the dusty shelves of his study. Then casting one last look out the study window into the murky stormy skies beyond, he stepped out of the chamber with only faint footsteps following him up stairs to the third floor.
He was not surprised to find a elderly man already there. He gave him his usual greeting and shook his hand in welcome.
"Thank goodness you are here, Dr. LaMeuirie," Eriol smiled at the gray haired man. "I didn't think you would have made it here in weather like this."
"You have no reason to worry, Mr. Hiiragisawa," the old man replied. "It did take me while to make it here, but I am here aren't I?" Eriol smiled and nodded in thanks. "Now, tell me what is wrong."
"I am in perfect healthy Dr. LaMeuirie. It is my, um, friend who is in the need of a physician," he waved a hand at the white door behind them. "She has been fainting, quiet a lot in these few days. And today she had a light fever, so I was afraid that she might have…"
"Well let me see this poor girl," the doctor said impatiently.
"Of course," Eriol turned the silver knobs of the double French curved doors and opened it for the doctor to come in. "This way."
The doctor carrying his briefcase stepped slowly into the vast room. He stopped in his entrance and gazed around the room in awe.
It was a room fit for a queen. The walls were washed white, and the floor like the rest of the mansion was gleaming white marble. The room was furnished in both modern and classic ways. Most of the furniture like the bed and tables were of French curved rosewood. Most of the chamber, like the rest of the house, was decorated in different shades of blue. The bed sheet and curtains were of a deep navy blue, and soft for they were made of pure satin and silk. The simple contemporary lamps sitting on both the bedside table and desk were, no doubt, designer made. Even the few painting, also in shades of blue, were surely specially painted to fit in with the mood of the house and room.
"What a marvelous room," Dr. LaMeuirie remarked. "And you say this is only a guest room?"
Eriol chuckled. "Of course. However this one is designed for a longer stay rather than some other rooms," he smiled, then turned his gaze to the king sized bed on the right side of the room. "Why Daidouji-san, you are awake."
"It is rather difficult to sleep when two man were conversing just outside this room, Hiiragisawa-kun," she replied, her voice was hoarse, lost of it's angelic tunes. "But I must thank you again, for all the trouble I have caused you."
"There were no trouble," Eriol told her. "It's more like a pleasant surprise to have you here with us again."
Tomoyo wanted to argue, but only nodded for she had a very dry throat.
"Now allow me to introduce Dr. LaMeuirie, one of the best physician around this part of England," Eriol waved a hand at the old man standing beside him. "I'm very fortunate that I personally know him." The doctor only smiled receiving the compliment. "And this Dr. LaMeuirie," he said turning to the doctor. "Is Ms………" Eriol suddenly pause, as if searching for better words. He gave a glance to Tomoyo's direction, asking for her permission in telling him her name.
"Tomoyo Daidouji," Tomoyo filled in, nodded towards Eriol in saying that she didn't mind. "I'm very pleased to meet you Dr. LaMeuirie."
"Likewise," was Dr. LaMeuirie's reply. "Now, Mr. Hiiragisawa had informed me of your conditions. I would just like to perform a simple exam to confirm your, um, situation."
"Of course."
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"I want to thank you again for all your kindness, Hiiragisawa-kun," Tomoyo said again for about the hundredth time. "I really don't know how I can repay you."
"There is really no need," Eriol replied, again for the hundredth time. "I didn't mind in having you here with us at all."
Tomoyo smiled. She picked up her fork again and took in a spoonful of soup. "Mm, this is one of the best soup I have ever tasted. Give my compliments to the chief."
"Actually, Nakuru cooked this herself," Eriol too drank a spoonful.
"Really?"
"Her cooking skills have improved greatly."
"Does she cook often?"
"Only when our cook's on holiday. But today is a special occasion. Since she will be leaving us tomorrow."
Tomoyo blinked. Confused.
"I'm sending her to Canada to settle some business deals there," Eriol told her, seeing her puzzled expression. "She will be in a few days."
Tomoyo nodded. "Is she going to take Spinnel with her?"
"I believe so."
The two sat through the rest of dinner without much talk. Tomoyo wanted to laugh at herself, for they both sounded like wind up toys made to say polite things in each other. Never once, since they met, had they drop their formalness. Even though they both knew each other for so long, they still haven't stopped calling each other by their last names.
"Hiiragisawa-kun, if you don't mind, I would like to go back to my hotel tomorrow," Tomoyo suddenly said, breaking the silence.
"But there is no need," Eriol replied carelessly almost. His face was expressionless as he looked up at her.
Tomoyo looked up at him as well. "What do you mean?" she asked, confused again.
"I already sent one of my maids to go to your hotel to pick up your things," Eriol replied, his voice was extremely calm and neutral. "I arranged a room here for you already."
She froze, and slowly absorbed all the information in. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. Eriol seemed to have so many surprises for her. "But how?" she finally asked. "The hotel room was under only my name."
Eriol chuckled from the other side of the table, as if mocking her of her ignorance. "I am the owner of that hotel," he replied, his voice calm once again.
Tomoyo was speechless. Of course it was Eriol's hotel. The hotel was called 'Kaho Suites'. "Of course." Was all she said.
Now that it was mentioned. She couldn't help thinking about Kaho Mitsuki. Who was her teacher in elementary school and also Eriol's girlfriend. Tomoyo hasn't seen her with Eriol at all, after all they were living with each other. Have they broken up? But that can't be possible. Eriol had even named his hotel after her. Their love for each other were so great, the last time she had saw them together.
"And if you don't mind, I invite to you stay at my home," Eriol said, he flashed her his charming smile and breaking her thoughts. "After all, Dr. LaMeuirie did request that you would be looked after until your glucose level return to normal."
Tomoyo nodded remembering her meeting with the gray haired doctor this afternoon. He had told her that her blood's sugar levels were unbalanced causing her to faint so often. Tomoyo was quite relieved to hear that since she was glad that it hasn't developed into diabetes.
"I'll consider the offer," Tomoyo replied shortly. "You are really too kind Hiiragisawa-kun."
Eriol dismissed the compliment with a simple wave. "In the meantime why don't I show you to the guest room I prepared for you?" He stood up, came to her end of the long dinner table and offered her his left arm.
"Why not?"
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I'm quite disappointed with how this chapter turned out. It's so….so…..so….I don't know. It just doesn't seem so right, and flows rather gnarled. Maybe someday when I have more time I would rewrite this. I hope you can still live with this one for now.
I am very open to flames right now, please do flame me if you hate this chapter. It will eventually force me into rewriting it.
I hope I wasn't going too fast in this chapter. So if you have any questions regarding this chapter or anything else please feel free to e- mail me or ask a question in the reviews.
And regarding the name of this chapter, I really didn't know what to name it. So I finally settled for 'Kaho Suites', since it's the Hotel Tomoyo was staying at. Even though I didn't really mention it as much. If you have any better suggestions, please tell me.
I just want to make one thing clear before I let you go, the illness Tomoyo have is actually a real disease in which the body can not keep in balance it's glucose/sugar levels therefore resulting in fainting. (I sounded like a dictionary while saying that don't I?) It's very close to diabetes, but I don't THINK it is. Right? Please correct me if you can.
And yes I usual closing line:
Thank you to all those who reviewed! You guys are so awesome. And please review again!
Review please!