Note: Hi all! Oh well, I guess not all of us can have many reviews. Now I know my fic will not go anywhere, but this time I will never give up! Anyway, poor, Tomoyo, she is in turmoil. I know you guys are itching for a S+S thing so... yeah, here it is. There will be a slight S+T so be warned before you read this if you don't like the idea... just slightly!
Chapter 3 - Seeing
She woke up with the sound of a hiss from downstairs. Tomoyo opened her eyes and looked around tiredly. "Nani? (what?)" The dark haired girl found herself lying in bed, still fully clothed in the dress she wore yesterday with the blanket wrapped around her warmly. She remembered sleeping with her head rested on her table. A smell of cooked eggs interrupted her thoughts. A sniff escaped her nose and her eyes widened in fear. "Iieeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (noooo!!!) I must have left something on last night! Kami-sama! (God!)" She ripped the blanket off of her and ran down the stairs, gasping for breath just after yelling for a moment and to the kitchen. She paused when she noticed Eriol turning around with a smile on his face. In his hands he was holding a spatula.
"Ohayo(good morning), Daidouji-san!" Eriol greeted, waving his spatula at her. "I made breakfast. Do you like scrambled or sunny side up?"
Tomoyo stared at him. "Nani?" Many questions ran through her mind. Was he just pretending not to notice that he carried her to her bed? Or just being a gentleman as he always is?
Eriol laughed. "I forgot that you haven't tried English food before. This is how we make eggs." He paused and looked at her, waiting for an answer. When she didn't, he sighed and grinned. "Would you like to sit down or are you going to stand eating?" As Tomoyo observed Eriol as he turned off the stove and removed the pot, then poured the eggs on an empty plate on the table.
Tomoyo absently sat down on the chair where she usually sat, the one closest to the front door and stared at the plates, forks and cups. Odd looking eggs that she has never seen been cooked before and eight strips of bacon were prepared on plates in the middle of the table and rice, the most essential part of Japanese culture, was also prepared in a large ceramic bowl that she used mostly for her leftovers. "You did all of this?" She looked up as Eriol sat down across from her. "Why?"
The dark haired youth smiled. "It's just my way of saying thank you for being so generous to us. You are so kind, Tomoyo-san."
The girl in front of him blushed. He had called her by her first name.
"Oh, come on, I'm sure it's all right now that we can call each other by our first names. You may call me Eriol, if you feel comfortable." He picked up his fork and grabbed the bowl full of rice and dropped some on his plate, then took the eggs and scooped some up. When he was finished with filling his plate with the eggs and the rice, he used his fork to scoop up some portions of eggs and rice and placed it inside his mouth to eat.
Tommoyo observed this as she sat, then stared down at her own plate. Everything was all ready for her to eat, but there was something missing that was not quite right. She looked at Eriol. "Eriol-kun?" She felt really awkward calling him that. All the years, which was only for a year, she has known him, to her he was just Hiragizawa-kun.
Eriol stopped to look at her. "Yes?"
Tomoyo searched around for a chopstick. "Where are my chopsticks?"
The dark haired magician laughed. "I put fork there so maybe you can try to use the fork. It is the English way of doing it," he explained. He put down his fork and reached over to her side. Eriol picked up her fork and showed her how to use the fork. "In order for you to eat, you just use the fork to scoop up the food and then put it in your mouth, like what I did."
Tomoyo felt really embarrassed for being so naïve about English culture. How can she be so blind? In the past four years, Daidouji Tomoyo has been studying history and culture about other countries, especially the culture of England. She remembered reading about 'forks' in a humorous book written by an English author named Garith Sharter. "Oh yes, now I remember," she said. In truth, Tomoyo did not remember anything her history and culture teacher taught her. She took the fork back from Eriol and did as she was told. She was a fast learner so there was no problem for her to get the hang of it.
After a few moments of silence, Tomoyo glanced at Eriol, her mind suddenly going back to how she ended up on her bed that night. "Eriol-kun?" The awkwardness of calling him by his first name was still there.
Eriol looked up, as he stopped chewing on his food.
Tomoyo took a deep breath. She didn't know how to ask him about it. "Um... Do you know how I ended up on bed last night? Did you... Did you..." She bit her lip nervously.
Eriol arched an eyebrow. Coyly, he shrugged and swallowed his food. "What do you mean? I went to sleep even before you did." He scooped some more food on his fork and continued to eat.
The dark haired girl sighed quietly. 'Well, it was worth a shot,' she thought. "I just want to say thank you for this," she said, changing the subject.
The young magician smiled. "You welcome. It was my way of saying thank you for your generosity."
"This is really good English breakfast," she spoke, twirling her fork around on the plate. She looked down and stared at the empty plate. "Where did you learn to cook like that?" There were so many thoughts in her head. She wondered sometimes if Syaoran left because of her or Sakura. Ever since she kissed him the day before Sakura came back, he avoided her until then. He kept close to Sakura and was never close to her. Whenever Tomoyo approached the two, Syaoran would immediately make an excuse to leave the two. When he left for Hong Kong, Tomoyo was devastated. He never once spoke to her. She guessed at that point that their friendship was over. She ruined everything. She ruined her friendship with Syaoran and her friendship with Sakura.
"Tomoyo-san?" Eriol's voice broke through her thoughts.
"Huh?" She looked up and gasped when she noticed whom she was staring at. "Syaoran-kun?" Tears fell from her eyes and quickly wiped them away. Why of all people did she have to see Syaoran through Eriol?
Eriol winced as Tomoyo called him by Syaoran's name. "What?"
Tomoyo shook her head of her thoughts and sighed. Ashamed, she looked down as her hair now covered part of her face and stood up. "I don't want to be late for school. This was good dinner and I'll see you soon." With that said, she turned quickly and fled from the kitchen and to her bedroom to change.
Eriol watched her run up the stairs, frowning in concern.
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"Ohayo, Tomoyo-san!" Tomoyo closed her locker and stuffed her books in her backpack before finally looking up to see who was talking to her. A girl with long pigtails ran to her, dressed in her high school uniform. Li Meilin approached the girl with a smile on her face. Following behind her was a young man their age, brown hair and green eyes, reminding Tomoyo of someone she knew. He was tall, yet, not as tall as Eriol was, maybe five foot eleven. He was obviously taller than Syaoran. After letting go of her obsession with Syaoran, Meilin fell madly in love with this young man by the name of Yoshi Shimizu. However, like Tomoyo, Meilin had to go through depression to go through the emotion of knowing that Syaoran cared for Sakura even more than she did towards him. Upon meeting Yoshi, Meilin decided to stay in Japan with her family, who also decided to stay with her. Meilin and Tomoyo were one in the same, but unlike Tomoyo, Meilin's heart turned towards another man. She had found someone else and this was more than just an infatuation. This was real love for Meilin. Since Syaoran's departure and no Sakura to talk to, Meilin and Tomoyo eventually became close friends.
"Ohayo, Meilin-san!" Tomoyo greeted back, her smile hiding the emptiness in her heart. She watched as they approached her. Meilin gave her a quick hug, before they heard the bell ring. Meilin glanced at her and frowned.
"Oh I wish we had longer mornings!" she complained, stomping her foot angrily. She grabbed Yoshi's hand and turned to Tomoyo. "I'll see you at lunch, Tomoyo-san!" With that said, she dragged Yoshi with her to their first class, which was PhysEd. Tomoyo watched them turn a corner, with a slight envy in her heart. Why was it so easy for Meilin to get over Syaoran? Why was it so easy for her to find someone to love? With the thoughts in her head, she closed her locker and proceeded to her next class as well. She had a test for Math and she wished now that she called in sick, but she knew she wasn't all that sick physically. In truth, she was sick emotionally.
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"Eriol-sama? Are you sure this is wise?" Eriol ignored Nakuru's words and opened the door to the school. Despite his silence, Nakuru followed behind while he led her through the abandoned hallway. In his hand, he held a bag. He looked around the classrooms, attempting to stop time just to look for Tomoyo, however he didn't. Wasting magic on something like this was unlike him. He used his magic with a purpose and he wasn't about to use it for the sake of giving lunch to Tomoyo. He would have to deal with it while time passed on.
"Excuse me, may I help you?" Eriol and Nakuru paused dead on their tracks and slowly turned around to find a stick figured woman with thick glasses staring at them. She looked at Eriol. "Do you go to this school young man?"
Eriol smiled. He lifted up a hand and shook his head. "Well no, but would you kindly tell me where I can find Daidouji Tomoyo?" Well, maybe a little magic wouldn't hurt.
The woman's eyes turned purple. "Yes. She has math class right now in room 203."
"Thank you. Now, you may go back to your office and forget that you ever met me," Eriol whispered in his deep voice. The woman nodded, turned and headed to what appeared to be the direction to her office. Eriol and Nakuru watched her go.
Nakuru, after realizing her master used magic, turned to Eriol and frowned. "Eriol-sama, are you not allowed to use magic without a purpose?"
"Of course I am," he said looking at her with a smile.
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"Ohayo, kawaii Tomoyo!" Tomoyo didn't have to turn to see whom it was talking to her. She really hated that voice, especially if it belonged to Yukio Yamanishi, the male with the most hormones out of Japan. Yukio prides in himself thinking that Tomoyo has a 'thing' for him. The truth was, Tomoyo resented the very thought of ever liking Yukio and the only thing that she liked about him was being thrown into the wall face first. Instead of turning around to pound his face in, she didn't answer him, nor make any gestures to say, 'hello.' She felt him sit down beside her, but she did not acknowledge his presence.
The bell finally rang for class to begin. Tomoyo ignored the forever-staring eyes of Yukio and paid attention to her sensei as he entered the room. He put his books and his bag down on the table and looked around. No one seemed to have notice his presence as all the students in school continued to chat amongst each other. To get their attention, Takahashi-sensei grabbed the giant ruler and slammed it on the table. All the students flinched and the room was suddenly quiet, but all Tomoyo could do was stifle a giggle.
"Can we begin class now, please?" Takahashi-sensei was a funny individual. He was handsome for his age of forty years and was quite tall. He had dark brown hair with gray roots showing, that anyone can tell that this man was aging. "Now, we will start with basic theories. Please open your text books to page two fifty-five." Everyone opened his or her books as being told, including Tomoyo, who was trying her hardest not to yell at Yukio.
After a while of note writing, Tomoyo's friend, Misaki leaned towards her and whispered something in her ear that she could not quite catch. The dark haired girl stopped writing and looked at her friend with a puzzled look.
"What?" she whispered. Misaki glanced quickly at their sensei, making sure he wasn't looking and pointed her pen towards the door. Tomoyo followed her pen towards the door and found Eriol standing outside, smiling at her. She stared at him, furrowing her eyebrows curiously.
"Wow, Tomoyo! I didn't know you had a boy friend!" came Kana's loud voice, but not loud enough for their sensei to hear. Everyone started to giggle. However, this brought attention towards Yukio, who heard what Kana had said and looked at Tomoyo. Tomoyo blushed fiercely and shook her head at Kana.
"He's not my boy friend, Kana," she replied. Although she would be willing to admit it so Yukio would finally leave her alone. Despite the temptation, Tomoyo did nothing to keep Yukio away from her. She glanced towards Eriol again, then back at Kana and Misaki. Kana, with long dark hair stared at Misaki, with the short brown hair and giggled. "Seriously, he's not my boyfriend."
"Sure he isn't, Tomoyo-san!" Misaki whispered. "I mean, come on, he's awfully cute to be JUST your friend!" She laughed. "Which girl would be able to resist his charms?"
"Yeah, so bug off, kaiju! (monster)" Yukio spoke, leaning his head back to look at his cousin. However, despite his insult, Misaki stuck her tongue out at him and stared back at Tomoyo.
Tomoyo glanced back at Eriol and smiled, waving back at him.
"Awwww, look at that! Tomoyo is waving hello to her boyfriend!" Kana said, fluttering her eyelashes. "That is just so KAWAII Tomoyo!"
Yukio turned red in the face in frustration.
"He's not my boyfriend!" Tomoyo yelled, a little too loud. Takahashi-sensei turned his head around away from his writing and glared at all four of them, especially towards Tomoyo, where the yelling came from.
"Is there a problem, Ms. Daidouji?"
Tomoyo turned red in embarrassment. She shook her head and grinned nervously. "Oh, not at all, Takahashi-sensei," she replied, beads of sweat invisibly dropping from her forehead. "I was just trying to listen to you talk."
"Well, if you want to listen to me talk, then don't talk." Despite their sensei's dashing good looks, he was quite a jerk towards some of them, especially towards Tomoyo. The only person he was favouring by far was Natsumi Watanabe, a suck up to every teacher in the school. Natsumi glanced at Tomoyo and glowered at her. Tomoyo just ignored her.
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The class was soon over. Everyone filed out of the room respectfully, Tomoyo being the last to leave along with her two friends, Kana and Misaki. Waiting for them at the front was the ever-persistent Yukio, who greeted Tomoyo with a smile on his face. When she stepped out of the classroom, Yukio attempted to wrap his arms around her shoulders, but Tomoyo dodged out of the way and walked to where Eriol was waiting by the bench of the main hallway. Yukio watched her go, grinding his teeth in frustration. 'Who is that guy?' he thought, clenching his fists in anger.
"Moshi moshi (hello), Tomoyo-san," Eriol greeted, bowing his head. He gripped tightly unto the bag and smiled, handing it to her. "I just came by to give this to you."
Tomoyo took the bag from his hand. She opened it a little bit and looked inside. There was a large sandwich wrapped in plastic foil and a piece of homemade apple pie. She jerked her head back towards Eriol in surprise. "My lunch?" Eriol nodded. "You didn't have to Eriol-kun. I could've bought food from the cafeteria."
The blue haired boy shrugged. "I just thought maybe you'd go hungry or something." In serious matter, he wanted to see how she was doing, despite the circumstances.
Tomoyo smiled. "This is very thoughtful of you, Eriol-kun. You didn't really have to."
Yukio gritted his teeth until he felt pieces of his teeth being chipped away. He clenched his fists even tighter, his knuckles turning the palest white. Misaki stopped and turned around to face the back of her cousin's head and sighed. She walked over to him and grabbed his arm, pulling her with him to their next class.
"Come on, Yuki-kun! I don't want you to be late for class again! What would your okasan (mother) say if you were late for another History class? Both of us would be in trouble! Your okasan would be calling mine in Korea back home, which means I'd have to come home and see my step dad again! And I don't want that! Come on!" She pulled harder, but despite her efforts, Yukio was much stronger and much more determined to get Tomoyo away from the strange blue haired boy. It was until Kana came for Misaki's aid did Yukio finally gave up at that point to go to math class.
They were silent for a while. Tomoyo didn't know what else to say at that point, until Eriol broke their silence. He smiled. "Well, I think you better go join them as well for History," he said, turning around. He glanced over his shoulder and waved his hand good bye. "I'll see you back home, Tomoyo-san."
The only thing Tomoyo could do was wave back. She was still quite surprised that he came all the way to school just to drop off her lunch. She watched as Eriol, with Nakuru closely behind, who appeared from the corner, leave the small building of her high school. "Sayonara, Eriol-kun," she whispered, as if they won't ever see each other again. She turned around and headed to the direction of her History class.
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"You get over Kaho very quickly, Hiragizawa," a deep, raspy voice spoke in his head. "I applaud you for moving so quickly towards another girl. I gotta admit, she is one beautiful creature I have ever set my eyes upon."
"What do you want with me?" He whipped his head from side to side, trying to speak with the voice as clear as possible.
"Simple as it is, Hiragizawa... give me half of your deck and I won't hurt the girl," the other voice spoke.
Eriol shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows in frustration. "Don't you dare touch, Tomoyo, or else-"
"Or else what Eriol?" the voice hissed, interrupting him. "Are you going to use your magic on me? Tsk! Tsk! You know that's not healthy for you, Eriol. You weren't meant to hurt anyone, especially an innocent mortal like me." Eriol could hear the mock in his voice and he could easily imagine a man walking around with a staff in his hand, something similar to Eriol's. "If you don't want Tomoyo hurt, or even Sakura, I suggest you get your act together and give it all up."
Eriol said nothing.
"Very well. I'll give you some more time and maybe I'll be nicer." Eriol could feel the voice disappearing from his head as if the man was walking away from him physically. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath. For years, this voice has been torturing him and never once did he see who was behind it all. "Kaho..." he whispered, closing his eyes once more.
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Tomoyo walked down the hall thinking about Eriol and his kindness. In her hand, she carried her lunch bag that Eriol gave to her as she entered the cafeteria. Her two friends, Misaki and Kana waved at her from the table they usually sit. Yukio was already there, smiling goofily and patted a spot beside him. Tomoyo frowned, ignoring his offer and decided to sit opposite to where Yukio sat. When she arrived, Misaki and Kana were whispering something in each other's ear. Unable to take the secrecy anymore, Tomoyo glanced at the two and frowned.
"Okay, what are you guys whispering about?"
Misaki looked at her friend and shrugged. "Nothing. What are you talking about?" She stared at her friend innocently.
Tomoyo rolled her eyes. "Never mind."
Yukio watched the two with suspicious eyes. Whatever they two were planning, he knew he wasn't going to like it. Tomoyo is his and his alone. No one else should be able to get her.
"Moshi moshi, Tomoyo-san," a deep voice spoke. Tomoyo felt a tap on her shoulder. Yukio looked up, his eyes furrowing in suspicion.
The two girls stopped whispering and looked up at the source of the voice. Tomoyo glanced behind her and there, standing with his face expressionless, was Li Syaoran. Startled by his appearance, Tomoyo quickly stood up, unaware of the things around her. Her knees hit the table, spilling the glass of milk Misaki was drinking on her lap. She stared into the eyes of Li Syaoran and, no longer could she contain the emptiness in her heart, she wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled.
"You're here," she whispered in his ear. "I'm so glad to see you, Li-Kun."
Surprised, he patted her back gently and forced a smile on his face. "I'm glad to see you too, Tomoyo-san."
GoodGurl: Wow, isn't that something? Confused? And what's Syaoran doing back in Japan? Did something happen between him and Sakura? Well, find out what's going on later chapters!!! See ya!!!!!!!!
Chapter 3 - Seeing
She woke up with the sound of a hiss from downstairs. Tomoyo opened her eyes and looked around tiredly. "Nani? (what?)" The dark haired girl found herself lying in bed, still fully clothed in the dress she wore yesterday with the blanket wrapped around her warmly. She remembered sleeping with her head rested on her table. A smell of cooked eggs interrupted her thoughts. A sniff escaped her nose and her eyes widened in fear. "Iieeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (noooo!!!) I must have left something on last night! Kami-sama! (God!)" She ripped the blanket off of her and ran down the stairs, gasping for breath just after yelling for a moment and to the kitchen. She paused when she noticed Eriol turning around with a smile on his face. In his hands he was holding a spatula.
"Ohayo(good morning), Daidouji-san!" Eriol greeted, waving his spatula at her. "I made breakfast. Do you like scrambled or sunny side up?"
Tomoyo stared at him. "Nani?" Many questions ran through her mind. Was he just pretending not to notice that he carried her to her bed? Or just being a gentleman as he always is?
Eriol laughed. "I forgot that you haven't tried English food before. This is how we make eggs." He paused and looked at her, waiting for an answer. When she didn't, he sighed and grinned. "Would you like to sit down or are you going to stand eating?" As Tomoyo observed Eriol as he turned off the stove and removed the pot, then poured the eggs on an empty plate on the table.
Tomoyo absently sat down on the chair where she usually sat, the one closest to the front door and stared at the plates, forks and cups. Odd looking eggs that she has never seen been cooked before and eight strips of bacon were prepared on plates in the middle of the table and rice, the most essential part of Japanese culture, was also prepared in a large ceramic bowl that she used mostly for her leftovers. "You did all of this?" She looked up as Eriol sat down across from her. "Why?"
The dark haired youth smiled. "It's just my way of saying thank you for being so generous to us. You are so kind, Tomoyo-san."
The girl in front of him blushed. He had called her by her first name.
"Oh, come on, I'm sure it's all right now that we can call each other by our first names. You may call me Eriol, if you feel comfortable." He picked up his fork and grabbed the bowl full of rice and dropped some on his plate, then took the eggs and scooped some up. When he was finished with filling his plate with the eggs and the rice, he used his fork to scoop up some portions of eggs and rice and placed it inside his mouth to eat.
Tommoyo observed this as she sat, then stared down at her own plate. Everything was all ready for her to eat, but there was something missing that was not quite right. She looked at Eriol. "Eriol-kun?" She felt really awkward calling him that. All the years, which was only for a year, she has known him, to her he was just Hiragizawa-kun.
Eriol stopped to look at her. "Yes?"
Tomoyo searched around for a chopstick. "Where are my chopsticks?"
The dark haired magician laughed. "I put fork there so maybe you can try to use the fork. It is the English way of doing it," he explained. He put down his fork and reached over to her side. Eriol picked up her fork and showed her how to use the fork. "In order for you to eat, you just use the fork to scoop up the food and then put it in your mouth, like what I did."
Tomoyo felt really embarrassed for being so naïve about English culture. How can she be so blind? In the past four years, Daidouji Tomoyo has been studying history and culture about other countries, especially the culture of England. She remembered reading about 'forks' in a humorous book written by an English author named Garith Sharter. "Oh yes, now I remember," she said. In truth, Tomoyo did not remember anything her history and culture teacher taught her. She took the fork back from Eriol and did as she was told. She was a fast learner so there was no problem for her to get the hang of it.
After a few moments of silence, Tomoyo glanced at Eriol, her mind suddenly going back to how she ended up on her bed that night. "Eriol-kun?" The awkwardness of calling him by his first name was still there.
Eriol looked up, as he stopped chewing on his food.
Tomoyo took a deep breath. She didn't know how to ask him about it. "Um... Do you know how I ended up on bed last night? Did you... Did you..." She bit her lip nervously.
Eriol arched an eyebrow. Coyly, he shrugged and swallowed his food. "What do you mean? I went to sleep even before you did." He scooped some more food on his fork and continued to eat.
The dark haired girl sighed quietly. 'Well, it was worth a shot,' she thought. "I just want to say thank you for this," she said, changing the subject.
The young magician smiled. "You welcome. It was my way of saying thank you for your generosity."
"This is really good English breakfast," she spoke, twirling her fork around on the plate. She looked down and stared at the empty plate. "Where did you learn to cook like that?" There were so many thoughts in her head. She wondered sometimes if Syaoran left because of her or Sakura. Ever since she kissed him the day before Sakura came back, he avoided her until then. He kept close to Sakura and was never close to her. Whenever Tomoyo approached the two, Syaoran would immediately make an excuse to leave the two. When he left for Hong Kong, Tomoyo was devastated. He never once spoke to her. She guessed at that point that their friendship was over. She ruined everything. She ruined her friendship with Syaoran and her friendship with Sakura.
"Tomoyo-san?" Eriol's voice broke through her thoughts.
"Huh?" She looked up and gasped when she noticed whom she was staring at. "Syaoran-kun?" Tears fell from her eyes and quickly wiped them away. Why of all people did she have to see Syaoran through Eriol?
Eriol winced as Tomoyo called him by Syaoran's name. "What?"
Tomoyo shook her head of her thoughts and sighed. Ashamed, she looked down as her hair now covered part of her face and stood up. "I don't want to be late for school. This was good dinner and I'll see you soon." With that said, she turned quickly and fled from the kitchen and to her bedroom to change.
Eriol watched her run up the stairs, frowning in concern.
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"Ohayo, Tomoyo-san!" Tomoyo closed her locker and stuffed her books in her backpack before finally looking up to see who was talking to her. A girl with long pigtails ran to her, dressed in her high school uniform. Li Meilin approached the girl with a smile on her face. Following behind her was a young man their age, brown hair and green eyes, reminding Tomoyo of someone she knew. He was tall, yet, not as tall as Eriol was, maybe five foot eleven. He was obviously taller than Syaoran. After letting go of her obsession with Syaoran, Meilin fell madly in love with this young man by the name of Yoshi Shimizu. However, like Tomoyo, Meilin had to go through depression to go through the emotion of knowing that Syaoran cared for Sakura even more than she did towards him. Upon meeting Yoshi, Meilin decided to stay in Japan with her family, who also decided to stay with her. Meilin and Tomoyo were one in the same, but unlike Tomoyo, Meilin's heart turned towards another man. She had found someone else and this was more than just an infatuation. This was real love for Meilin. Since Syaoran's departure and no Sakura to talk to, Meilin and Tomoyo eventually became close friends.
"Ohayo, Meilin-san!" Tomoyo greeted back, her smile hiding the emptiness in her heart. She watched as they approached her. Meilin gave her a quick hug, before they heard the bell ring. Meilin glanced at her and frowned.
"Oh I wish we had longer mornings!" she complained, stomping her foot angrily. She grabbed Yoshi's hand and turned to Tomoyo. "I'll see you at lunch, Tomoyo-san!" With that said, she dragged Yoshi with her to their first class, which was PhysEd. Tomoyo watched them turn a corner, with a slight envy in her heart. Why was it so easy for Meilin to get over Syaoran? Why was it so easy for her to find someone to love? With the thoughts in her head, she closed her locker and proceeded to her next class as well. She had a test for Math and she wished now that she called in sick, but she knew she wasn't all that sick physically. In truth, she was sick emotionally.
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"Eriol-sama? Are you sure this is wise?" Eriol ignored Nakuru's words and opened the door to the school. Despite his silence, Nakuru followed behind while he led her through the abandoned hallway. In his hand, he held a bag. He looked around the classrooms, attempting to stop time just to look for Tomoyo, however he didn't. Wasting magic on something like this was unlike him. He used his magic with a purpose and he wasn't about to use it for the sake of giving lunch to Tomoyo. He would have to deal with it while time passed on.
"Excuse me, may I help you?" Eriol and Nakuru paused dead on their tracks and slowly turned around to find a stick figured woman with thick glasses staring at them. She looked at Eriol. "Do you go to this school young man?"
Eriol smiled. He lifted up a hand and shook his head. "Well no, but would you kindly tell me where I can find Daidouji Tomoyo?" Well, maybe a little magic wouldn't hurt.
The woman's eyes turned purple. "Yes. She has math class right now in room 203."
"Thank you. Now, you may go back to your office and forget that you ever met me," Eriol whispered in his deep voice. The woman nodded, turned and headed to what appeared to be the direction to her office. Eriol and Nakuru watched her go.
Nakuru, after realizing her master used magic, turned to Eriol and frowned. "Eriol-sama, are you not allowed to use magic without a purpose?"
"Of course I am," he said looking at her with a smile.
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"Ohayo, kawaii Tomoyo!" Tomoyo didn't have to turn to see whom it was talking to her. She really hated that voice, especially if it belonged to Yukio Yamanishi, the male with the most hormones out of Japan. Yukio prides in himself thinking that Tomoyo has a 'thing' for him. The truth was, Tomoyo resented the very thought of ever liking Yukio and the only thing that she liked about him was being thrown into the wall face first. Instead of turning around to pound his face in, she didn't answer him, nor make any gestures to say, 'hello.' She felt him sit down beside her, but she did not acknowledge his presence.
The bell finally rang for class to begin. Tomoyo ignored the forever-staring eyes of Yukio and paid attention to her sensei as he entered the room. He put his books and his bag down on the table and looked around. No one seemed to have notice his presence as all the students in school continued to chat amongst each other. To get their attention, Takahashi-sensei grabbed the giant ruler and slammed it on the table. All the students flinched and the room was suddenly quiet, but all Tomoyo could do was stifle a giggle.
"Can we begin class now, please?" Takahashi-sensei was a funny individual. He was handsome for his age of forty years and was quite tall. He had dark brown hair with gray roots showing, that anyone can tell that this man was aging. "Now, we will start with basic theories. Please open your text books to page two fifty-five." Everyone opened his or her books as being told, including Tomoyo, who was trying her hardest not to yell at Yukio.
After a while of note writing, Tomoyo's friend, Misaki leaned towards her and whispered something in her ear that she could not quite catch. The dark haired girl stopped writing and looked at her friend with a puzzled look.
"What?" she whispered. Misaki glanced quickly at their sensei, making sure he wasn't looking and pointed her pen towards the door. Tomoyo followed her pen towards the door and found Eriol standing outside, smiling at her. She stared at him, furrowing her eyebrows curiously.
"Wow, Tomoyo! I didn't know you had a boy friend!" came Kana's loud voice, but not loud enough for their sensei to hear. Everyone started to giggle. However, this brought attention towards Yukio, who heard what Kana had said and looked at Tomoyo. Tomoyo blushed fiercely and shook her head at Kana.
"He's not my boy friend, Kana," she replied. Although she would be willing to admit it so Yukio would finally leave her alone. Despite the temptation, Tomoyo did nothing to keep Yukio away from her. She glanced towards Eriol again, then back at Kana and Misaki. Kana, with long dark hair stared at Misaki, with the short brown hair and giggled. "Seriously, he's not my boyfriend."
"Sure he isn't, Tomoyo-san!" Misaki whispered. "I mean, come on, he's awfully cute to be JUST your friend!" She laughed. "Which girl would be able to resist his charms?"
"Yeah, so bug off, kaiju! (monster)" Yukio spoke, leaning his head back to look at his cousin. However, despite his insult, Misaki stuck her tongue out at him and stared back at Tomoyo.
Tomoyo glanced back at Eriol and smiled, waving back at him.
"Awwww, look at that! Tomoyo is waving hello to her boyfriend!" Kana said, fluttering her eyelashes. "That is just so KAWAII Tomoyo!"
Yukio turned red in the face in frustration.
"He's not my boyfriend!" Tomoyo yelled, a little too loud. Takahashi-sensei turned his head around away from his writing and glared at all four of them, especially towards Tomoyo, where the yelling came from.
"Is there a problem, Ms. Daidouji?"
Tomoyo turned red in embarrassment. She shook her head and grinned nervously. "Oh, not at all, Takahashi-sensei," she replied, beads of sweat invisibly dropping from her forehead. "I was just trying to listen to you talk."
"Well, if you want to listen to me talk, then don't talk." Despite their sensei's dashing good looks, he was quite a jerk towards some of them, especially towards Tomoyo. The only person he was favouring by far was Natsumi Watanabe, a suck up to every teacher in the school. Natsumi glanced at Tomoyo and glowered at her. Tomoyo just ignored her.
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The class was soon over. Everyone filed out of the room respectfully, Tomoyo being the last to leave along with her two friends, Kana and Misaki. Waiting for them at the front was the ever-persistent Yukio, who greeted Tomoyo with a smile on his face. When she stepped out of the classroom, Yukio attempted to wrap his arms around her shoulders, but Tomoyo dodged out of the way and walked to where Eriol was waiting by the bench of the main hallway. Yukio watched her go, grinding his teeth in frustration. 'Who is that guy?' he thought, clenching his fists in anger.
"Moshi moshi (hello), Tomoyo-san," Eriol greeted, bowing his head. He gripped tightly unto the bag and smiled, handing it to her. "I just came by to give this to you."
Tomoyo took the bag from his hand. She opened it a little bit and looked inside. There was a large sandwich wrapped in plastic foil and a piece of homemade apple pie. She jerked her head back towards Eriol in surprise. "My lunch?" Eriol nodded. "You didn't have to Eriol-kun. I could've bought food from the cafeteria."
The blue haired boy shrugged. "I just thought maybe you'd go hungry or something." In serious matter, he wanted to see how she was doing, despite the circumstances.
Tomoyo smiled. "This is very thoughtful of you, Eriol-kun. You didn't really have to."
Yukio gritted his teeth until he felt pieces of his teeth being chipped away. He clenched his fists even tighter, his knuckles turning the palest white. Misaki stopped and turned around to face the back of her cousin's head and sighed. She walked over to him and grabbed his arm, pulling her with him to their next class.
"Come on, Yuki-kun! I don't want you to be late for class again! What would your okasan (mother) say if you were late for another History class? Both of us would be in trouble! Your okasan would be calling mine in Korea back home, which means I'd have to come home and see my step dad again! And I don't want that! Come on!" She pulled harder, but despite her efforts, Yukio was much stronger and much more determined to get Tomoyo away from the strange blue haired boy. It was until Kana came for Misaki's aid did Yukio finally gave up at that point to go to math class.
They were silent for a while. Tomoyo didn't know what else to say at that point, until Eriol broke their silence. He smiled. "Well, I think you better go join them as well for History," he said, turning around. He glanced over his shoulder and waved his hand good bye. "I'll see you back home, Tomoyo-san."
The only thing Tomoyo could do was wave back. She was still quite surprised that he came all the way to school just to drop off her lunch. She watched as Eriol, with Nakuru closely behind, who appeared from the corner, leave the small building of her high school. "Sayonara, Eriol-kun," she whispered, as if they won't ever see each other again. She turned around and headed to the direction of her History class.
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"You get over Kaho very quickly, Hiragizawa," a deep, raspy voice spoke in his head. "I applaud you for moving so quickly towards another girl. I gotta admit, she is one beautiful creature I have ever set my eyes upon."
"What do you want with me?" He whipped his head from side to side, trying to speak with the voice as clear as possible.
"Simple as it is, Hiragizawa... give me half of your deck and I won't hurt the girl," the other voice spoke.
Eriol shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows in frustration. "Don't you dare touch, Tomoyo, or else-"
"Or else what Eriol?" the voice hissed, interrupting him. "Are you going to use your magic on me? Tsk! Tsk! You know that's not healthy for you, Eriol. You weren't meant to hurt anyone, especially an innocent mortal like me." Eriol could hear the mock in his voice and he could easily imagine a man walking around with a staff in his hand, something similar to Eriol's. "If you don't want Tomoyo hurt, or even Sakura, I suggest you get your act together and give it all up."
Eriol said nothing.
"Very well. I'll give you some more time and maybe I'll be nicer." Eriol could feel the voice disappearing from his head as if the man was walking away from him physically. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath. For years, this voice has been torturing him and never once did he see who was behind it all. "Kaho..." he whispered, closing his eyes once more.
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Tomoyo walked down the hall thinking about Eriol and his kindness. In her hand, she carried her lunch bag that Eriol gave to her as she entered the cafeteria. Her two friends, Misaki and Kana waved at her from the table they usually sit. Yukio was already there, smiling goofily and patted a spot beside him. Tomoyo frowned, ignoring his offer and decided to sit opposite to where Yukio sat. When she arrived, Misaki and Kana were whispering something in each other's ear. Unable to take the secrecy anymore, Tomoyo glanced at the two and frowned.
"Okay, what are you guys whispering about?"
Misaki looked at her friend and shrugged. "Nothing. What are you talking about?" She stared at her friend innocently.
Tomoyo rolled her eyes. "Never mind."
Yukio watched the two with suspicious eyes. Whatever they two were planning, he knew he wasn't going to like it. Tomoyo is his and his alone. No one else should be able to get her.
"Moshi moshi, Tomoyo-san," a deep voice spoke. Tomoyo felt a tap on her shoulder. Yukio looked up, his eyes furrowing in suspicion.
The two girls stopped whispering and looked up at the source of the voice. Tomoyo glanced behind her and there, standing with his face expressionless, was Li Syaoran. Startled by his appearance, Tomoyo quickly stood up, unaware of the things around her. Her knees hit the table, spilling the glass of milk Misaki was drinking on her lap. She stared into the eyes of Li Syaoran and, no longer could she contain the emptiness in her heart, she wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled.
"You're here," she whispered in his ear. "I'm so glad to see you, Li-Kun."
Surprised, he patted her back gently and forced a smile on his face. "I'm glad to see you too, Tomoyo-san."
GoodGurl: Wow, isn't that something? Confused? And what's Syaoran doing back in Japan? Did something happen between him and Sakura? Well, find out what's going on later chapters!!! See ya!!!!!!!!