Note: I apologize to those who read Reflection In the Mirror and expected more chapters, but it never came and I'm sorry for that. Please forgive me, because... to be honest, I haven't been committing myself and also because I haven't had any good ideas lately, for I was worried about some other things for school. Thanks for understanding, but hey here is another chapter you've all been waiting for! Enjoy!
Chapter 10 - Lost of innocence
The moment she stepped out of range for him to hear her footsteps, Tomoyo felt she could no longer contain the emotions brewing inside her. Deceived twice by his feelings for her and by his actions towards her, thinking he felt the same way about her, Tomoyo did not know what to believe in anymore. Still, despite her feelings for him and her feelings for Syaoran, she could not stop them from loving someone else. The girl paused, then wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeves. She was right what she said before. All Eriol felt was pity for her. He felt pity because she was lonely and had no one else to love her, besides her mother. She could have a father to love her, but she didn't know him. She had no idea where he was. All this time, the only person who ever truly loved her, was her best friend Sakura and how does she return her love for her cousin?
By betraying her trust and loving Syaoran as well.
She heard a distant cry behind her. Thinking it to be Eriol, Tomoyo jerked her head to the way she came and held her breath. She wanted to go back and help him, but all she can do was watch and do nothing about it. Eriol was not doing everything for her... he was doing it all for Kaho. He wanted Kaho back as much as Tomoyo wanted him to love her. Besides, how can Tomoyo ever truly love Eriol? He was Eriol after all... he was kind and generous, always willing to help any way he can. Just like her... maybe...
Tomoyo shook her head. No... she mustn't stop. She has to go on and forget him. 'What if he gets hurt?' a voice spoke inside her head. The girl stopped short. For everything that Eriol has done, the least she could do is support him through it all. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to help him rescue the only person he'll ever love. If she did, Kaho and Eriol will live happily forever. That is all she can do for the time being for Eriol, for being so kind and comforting throughout the days that she has been breaking down.
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"You are just king of bad news, aren't you? You sure know how to win a girl's heart!" Jiro cackled, blocking Eriol's lightning with a shield spell. Eriol cast wind spell on him, but Jiro did not even wince from the attack. "Is that the best you can do?"
Eriol lifted up his staff and glared at Jiro. "Is that the best YOU can do? TALK?" The young man yelled, putting his arms back down, casting another spell to his enemy. The fire burst from the jewel attached on Eriol's staff and twirled violently towards Jiro, only to be abolished by Jiro's Ice Catapult.
Jiro smirked. He saw Eriol's lack of concentration. He was still thinking about Tomoyo. "Well, now I know how I can win from you. Ja ne, Eriol!" He waved his hand at the confused Eriol and disappeared behind a cloud of smoke that appeared around them.
Eriol ran to where Jiro had disappeared and looked around frantically, calling his name. "Jiro! Is running away your only option for defeating me?"
"That and your precious Tomoyo!" Jiro voice echoed with the sound of the wind around the park. He could hear the young sorcerer laugh harshly, Eriol's ears constantly ringing from it.
Eriol froze, his eyes widened in fear. "Tomoyo!" he whispered.
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Tomoyo jerked her head behind her. She thought she heard her name being called. "No, that can't be..." Eriol? She thought. Shaking her head, she sighed and continued to head towards home, when all of a sudden, she could not move her legs. Tomoyo gasped, trying hard to lift up one leg, but it was to no avail. "Nani?" she spoke to herself. Her voice sounded hollow. Hollow?
"Tomoyo!" Tomoyo turned around and noticed Eriol coming. She wanted to run and get away from him. Why didn't she ever run away before? She would have avoided facing him. But then again... why couldn't she move?
"Eriol! Naze? Why can't I move?" She watched as Eriol approached her fast, but stopped short when his body hit something hard in front of her. There was some kind of force and as Eriol lifted up a hand and knocked hard on it, he heard a clinking sound. He realized now that Tomoyo was trapped inside a glass shaped wall.
The tall boy slapped his clenched fist against the glass, but it was no use. The glass was far too thick for him to break with just a hand. Eriol stood back and watched closely. Maybe magic will break it, he thought.
"Ah, you see, Eriol, it's far too thick for you to break with your magic. You can't concentrate because your sights are on Tomoyo too much. Do you remember that day all those years ago of what father told us?"
Eriol did not listen. He lifted up his staff over his head, closing his eyes to cast a spell, when a hard knock interrupted him. Eriol opened his eyes again and noticed Tomoyo on her knees, her face blue from suffocation. The boy stopped, putting his hands frantically on the cool glass, calling Tomoyo's name.
"Tomoyo!" he yelled. Eriol gasped, as Tomoyo was growing weaker and weaker inside. She was about to collapse on the ground, but Eriol noticed the way Tomoyo was trying so hard to keep herself alive.
Tomoyo looked up and found herself staring straight into Eriol's bright blue eyes, her eyebrows lifting up and her mouth twisting into a smile. She opened her mouth to say something, but the thin air around her was chocking her fast that she was losing her breathing. Unaware of Jiro's presence behind him, Eriol slammed another fist against the glass wall and called her name again, telling her to live for him. Tomoyo heard it, but she wasn't sure if he meant it at all. She wasn't sure anymore if she ever wanted to live. She wasn't sure anymore. Eriol was doing this out of pity and Syaoran... where was Syaoran? "Eriol..." she whispered, so softly that she wasn't sure herself if she heard it.
"Eriol, your concentration is no longer with you. Too bad I have to kill you before you noticed." Jiro spoke, mostly to himself. He lifted up a small hand in the air, then opened his mouth to chant up a spell, courtesy of the genius the woman was who had given him this power, but it was nothing compared to the power his father gave the stranger that was Eriol. The title of Clow Leed belonged to him and not Eriol. "I'm going to take back what belongs to me!"
The girl opened her eyes. She felt it. Somehow, she felt it. Her eyes widened in fear when she noticed Jiro hovering behind Eriol. Tomoyo weakly and quickly lifted up her arm to warn the boy. "Eriol..." she whispered, the air getting thinner by the second.
Eriol looked at her, furrowing her eyebrows curiously. He placed a palm against her hand and shook his head. "I don't understand, Tomoyo," he spoke.
With one last breath, Tomoyo opened her mouth and shouted, "LOOK OUT!" After that, all Tomoyo could see was darkness as she collapsed on the ground, never to wake up again.
"TOMOYO!" Eriol jerked his head around. He heard her shout. He heard it. A blue light was coming straight towards him. If he moved now, that blue light could crash towards Tomoyo and he couldn't have that. Swiftly, he cast shield between him and the blue light that looked like could block the sun with its massive size. He held his breath, ready for the impact, glancing once or twice towards Tomoyo, calling her name.
Suddenly....
The blue light smashed against the young Sorcerer's shield that he created around himself. The ground shook and Eriol felt a large weight against his palm. He grimaced, the pain in his hands ready to break the wall of that aura that made him calm and collected. His emotions were ready to burst. How can he lose two people he truly cared for in just one year? Jiro. Jiro had done this to him!
"You will never win, Eriol!" He heard Jiro speak against the noise of the fight between offence and defense. Eriol opened one eye, falling debris of cement that burst from the ground irritating his eyes. Jiro was hovering above him now, smirking with his young twelve year old face. The older boy grimaced. How can he smile like that after all that he has done?! He could no longer take it. Jiro had no heart. He had no soul. All this for magic, power and revenge. If he could go back in time, he would have given Jiro the position as Clow Leed.
"No..." he said to himself. "Jiro was not given the position in the first place for a reason. He did not have the heart for it, as what father said."
Hearing Eriol, Jiro grinded his teeth together in annoyance. "Fool! He was MY father! You took away my family, my home and everything that I held dear! You will give back what belongs to mine!" Jiro forced the blue light even harder against Eriol's shield.
Eriol winced. His brother's magic was even more powerful than he ever imagined. Yet, he could not lose from someone who had given up his soul to the devil. He quickly glanced towards Tomoyo, her body un-moving and undisturbed. Eriol feared the worst. He could feel his arm losing its strength against the mighty force and prayed that someone would help them. Anyone...even that annoying cute descendant of his.
As if his prayers were answered, Eriol suddenly heard a cry from Jiro's lips; a cry so harsh and agonizing, that it was hard to believe anyone could stand the scream from him. The blue light vanished into thin air, leaving only the shield Eriol provided for himself and for Tomoyo. He looked up and saw a large shadow hovering over him, pointing a long sword towards his enemy.
"Ran Ten Shou Lai!" (Thunder come forth) the figure yelled. A flash of lightning blinded Eriol for just a second, the sound of the rumbling earth banging in his ears, followed by another cry of anguish from Jiro. The figure landed safely in between him and their enemy and Eriol immediately recognized Syaoran's green Chinese robe.
"Syaoran!" Eriol gasped in disbelief at his appearance. He thought he was still back in China.
The younger man turned to look at him with a serious expression, his eyes quickly glazing over Tomoyo, then back at him. "I want you to get her out of here, now." He put his attention back on the enemy, holding back the pain in his throat. He cut his sword through the dome, setting Tomoyo free from the shield. He gently placed her head on the ground and ran passed Eriol to face the enemy that had hurt Sakura. . "I'll take care of this," he continued.
Eriol shook his head. "This is my fight, Syaoran. You take Tomoyo and I'll take care of the situation." He scooped up Tomoyo in his arms and glanced down on her face. She looked peaceful, but sometimes looking peaceful while asleep was never a good a sign. He lifted her up in his arms and hesitated, glancing back at Syaoran. He was going to say something, when Syaoran's voice interrupted him.
"Don't argue with me, Hiragizawa! We both know Tomoyo is going to die if we none of us do anything, so save your breath and get her out of here!" He shot another thunder towards Jiro, but it reflected back towards him from Jiro's reflect rays. Syaoran cast a large shield and it quickly absorbed all the lightning power in order to keep him and the other two from being hit.
He knew Syaoran was right. Without arguing, Eriol quickly braced himself and ran as fast as he could from the scene, gently, yet firmly holding Tomoyo in his arms. They disappeared out of sight, from behind the trees and into the darkness where no one has ever disturbed the peace. Syaoran watched them and once they were gone, he turned his attention back towards Jiro, who was trying to keep his face straight, but Syaoran knew Jiro was still in pain from his attack earlier.
"You will pay for that Li!" Jiro hissed, throwing his hands in the air. He opened his mouth and began to chant some foreign words and Syaoran waited for the moment for Jiro to finally attack. It may be a powerful one, but Syaoran was prepared for anything at that point to avenge Sakura.
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Eriol ran as fast as he could, thinking that once Tomoyo was alive and was safe with someone, he could go back to Syaoran and help him. This was not only the boy's fight after all, since all three of them were like family. Syaoran was still his descendant and he was Jiro's older brother. Jiro never considered Eriol as his brother, but their father considered both of them his sons. Jiro never liked that.
He ran pass a couple more trees, until he ended up in Penguin Park and remembered now that they weren't that far along from the Daidouji's home. Eriol hadn't run walked that far to meet with Jiro there. They were only just ten minutes from where they were. Tomoyo could easily survive this now. He believed it and he wanted her to believe it too.
"Don't give up, Tomoyo," he whispered in her ear, drawing her face closer to his, so that they were both cheek to cheek. Her face was cold and even though her eyes were open and he could see her chest breathing up and down, Eriol felt the worst, but he shouldn't think that. He should just think positively and pray that everything was going to be all right. He was good at those things. He quickly placed a hand over her heart.
The beating was slowing down.
He looked up and noticed that he was now crossing the road, cars stopping abruptly and drivers honking their horns and calling him 'baka' for crossing the street without paying any attention. Pedestrians stopped to look at the maniac crossing the street with a girl in his arms, pointed at him and whispered to their neighbor beside them. Eriol didn't care. He had to save Tomoyo. He had to find a hospital quick.
Yet, he was getting tired, but he didn't want to disappoint Tomoyo like he already did. He didn't want to fail her like what he had done to Kaho.
He loved Tomoyo.
"Arigatou Eriol-kun," she whispered, so softly, that he wasn't sure that those were the exact words she said.
At that moment, Eriol felt himself flush, despite the situation they were in. He was breathing harder and there were tears dripping from his eyes, landing on Tomoyo's dress. Tomoyo shouldn't die. He didn't want her to. There were so many things he wanted to tell her. She was his pillar to his life and if she was ever broken, the whole world would come crashing down on him. He didn't know what he was saying at that point and frankly, he didn't care. Tomoyo depended on him now to let her live, to make her mother happy and to make his father proud of him.
"We're almost there, Tomoyo," he whispered again, taking another glance towards her pale form. She still hadn't moved. He was hoping she just collapsed and would wake up soon, but her chest was not moving up and down and her eyes were not opening as if she had awoken from a dream. Eriol felt another tear falling from his eyes. At first he thought it was just sweat from running too much, but as he blinked, his vision became blurred from something wet and all he could see was a blob and that's when he realized he was crying. He was crying.
Eriol couldn't believe it, but there was no time to ponder that. He ran faster, wanting to use his magic so much, but there no time. Using magic with his energy drained and in front of many people is reckless. He had learned that from his father, but he had never learned crying, let alone, emotionally for the one close to his heart. He never cried for Kaho and if he wanted to, he dared not show it. He never cried when his father died. He never cried at least once in his life and when he finally noticed another drop of tear streaming down his face, he didn't know how to handle the situation. He just threw the tears away with a swipe of his arms and ran faster, until they finally reached the Daidouji driveway, where Daidouji Sonomi was waiting. Upon noticing the, Sonomi ran frantically towards them and gasped at the sight of her daughter's pale form.
Eriol felt it. Sonomi felt it.
Tomoyo was no longer breathing.
GoodGurl: AAAAHHH! Another cliffhanger! Boy, am I good, or am I good? Heh heh! Anyway, I hope you all like this chapter! It's depressing, but sooner or later, it will turn out sweet and oddly enough, TOO SWEET! I don't want to give out anything, but stay tuned on the next chapter! See ya! ;)
Chapter 10 - Lost of innocence
The moment she stepped out of range for him to hear her footsteps, Tomoyo felt she could no longer contain the emotions brewing inside her. Deceived twice by his feelings for her and by his actions towards her, thinking he felt the same way about her, Tomoyo did not know what to believe in anymore. Still, despite her feelings for him and her feelings for Syaoran, she could not stop them from loving someone else. The girl paused, then wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeves. She was right what she said before. All Eriol felt was pity for her. He felt pity because she was lonely and had no one else to love her, besides her mother. She could have a father to love her, but she didn't know him. She had no idea where he was. All this time, the only person who ever truly loved her, was her best friend Sakura and how does she return her love for her cousin?
By betraying her trust and loving Syaoran as well.
She heard a distant cry behind her. Thinking it to be Eriol, Tomoyo jerked her head to the way she came and held her breath. She wanted to go back and help him, but all she can do was watch and do nothing about it. Eriol was not doing everything for her... he was doing it all for Kaho. He wanted Kaho back as much as Tomoyo wanted him to love her. Besides, how can Tomoyo ever truly love Eriol? He was Eriol after all... he was kind and generous, always willing to help any way he can. Just like her... maybe...
Tomoyo shook her head. No... she mustn't stop. She has to go on and forget him. 'What if he gets hurt?' a voice spoke inside her head. The girl stopped short. For everything that Eriol has done, the least she could do is support him through it all. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to help him rescue the only person he'll ever love. If she did, Kaho and Eriol will live happily forever. That is all she can do for the time being for Eriol, for being so kind and comforting throughout the days that she has been breaking down.
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"You are just king of bad news, aren't you? You sure know how to win a girl's heart!" Jiro cackled, blocking Eriol's lightning with a shield spell. Eriol cast wind spell on him, but Jiro did not even wince from the attack. "Is that the best you can do?"
Eriol lifted up his staff and glared at Jiro. "Is that the best YOU can do? TALK?" The young man yelled, putting his arms back down, casting another spell to his enemy. The fire burst from the jewel attached on Eriol's staff and twirled violently towards Jiro, only to be abolished by Jiro's Ice Catapult.
Jiro smirked. He saw Eriol's lack of concentration. He was still thinking about Tomoyo. "Well, now I know how I can win from you. Ja ne, Eriol!" He waved his hand at the confused Eriol and disappeared behind a cloud of smoke that appeared around them.
Eriol ran to where Jiro had disappeared and looked around frantically, calling his name. "Jiro! Is running away your only option for defeating me?"
"That and your precious Tomoyo!" Jiro voice echoed with the sound of the wind around the park. He could hear the young sorcerer laugh harshly, Eriol's ears constantly ringing from it.
Eriol froze, his eyes widened in fear. "Tomoyo!" he whispered.
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Tomoyo jerked her head behind her. She thought she heard her name being called. "No, that can't be..." Eriol? She thought. Shaking her head, she sighed and continued to head towards home, when all of a sudden, she could not move her legs. Tomoyo gasped, trying hard to lift up one leg, but it was to no avail. "Nani?" she spoke to herself. Her voice sounded hollow. Hollow?
"Tomoyo!" Tomoyo turned around and noticed Eriol coming. She wanted to run and get away from him. Why didn't she ever run away before? She would have avoided facing him. But then again... why couldn't she move?
"Eriol! Naze? Why can't I move?" She watched as Eriol approached her fast, but stopped short when his body hit something hard in front of her. There was some kind of force and as Eriol lifted up a hand and knocked hard on it, he heard a clinking sound. He realized now that Tomoyo was trapped inside a glass shaped wall.
The tall boy slapped his clenched fist against the glass, but it was no use. The glass was far too thick for him to break with just a hand. Eriol stood back and watched closely. Maybe magic will break it, he thought.
"Ah, you see, Eriol, it's far too thick for you to break with your magic. You can't concentrate because your sights are on Tomoyo too much. Do you remember that day all those years ago of what father told us?"
Eriol did not listen. He lifted up his staff over his head, closing his eyes to cast a spell, when a hard knock interrupted him. Eriol opened his eyes again and noticed Tomoyo on her knees, her face blue from suffocation. The boy stopped, putting his hands frantically on the cool glass, calling Tomoyo's name.
"Tomoyo!" he yelled. Eriol gasped, as Tomoyo was growing weaker and weaker inside. She was about to collapse on the ground, but Eriol noticed the way Tomoyo was trying so hard to keep herself alive.
Tomoyo looked up and found herself staring straight into Eriol's bright blue eyes, her eyebrows lifting up and her mouth twisting into a smile. She opened her mouth to say something, but the thin air around her was chocking her fast that she was losing her breathing. Unaware of Jiro's presence behind him, Eriol slammed another fist against the glass wall and called her name again, telling her to live for him. Tomoyo heard it, but she wasn't sure if he meant it at all. She wasn't sure anymore if she ever wanted to live. She wasn't sure anymore. Eriol was doing this out of pity and Syaoran... where was Syaoran? "Eriol..." she whispered, so softly that she wasn't sure herself if she heard it.
"Eriol, your concentration is no longer with you. Too bad I have to kill you before you noticed." Jiro spoke, mostly to himself. He lifted up a small hand in the air, then opened his mouth to chant up a spell, courtesy of the genius the woman was who had given him this power, but it was nothing compared to the power his father gave the stranger that was Eriol. The title of Clow Leed belonged to him and not Eriol. "I'm going to take back what belongs to me!"
The girl opened her eyes. She felt it. Somehow, she felt it. Her eyes widened in fear when she noticed Jiro hovering behind Eriol. Tomoyo weakly and quickly lifted up her arm to warn the boy. "Eriol..." she whispered, the air getting thinner by the second.
Eriol looked at her, furrowing her eyebrows curiously. He placed a palm against her hand and shook his head. "I don't understand, Tomoyo," he spoke.
With one last breath, Tomoyo opened her mouth and shouted, "LOOK OUT!" After that, all Tomoyo could see was darkness as she collapsed on the ground, never to wake up again.
"TOMOYO!" Eriol jerked his head around. He heard her shout. He heard it. A blue light was coming straight towards him. If he moved now, that blue light could crash towards Tomoyo and he couldn't have that. Swiftly, he cast shield between him and the blue light that looked like could block the sun with its massive size. He held his breath, ready for the impact, glancing once or twice towards Tomoyo, calling her name.
Suddenly....
The blue light smashed against the young Sorcerer's shield that he created around himself. The ground shook and Eriol felt a large weight against his palm. He grimaced, the pain in his hands ready to break the wall of that aura that made him calm and collected. His emotions were ready to burst. How can he lose two people he truly cared for in just one year? Jiro. Jiro had done this to him!
"You will never win, Eriol!" He heard Jiro speak against the noise of the fight between offence and defense. Eriol opened one eye, falling debris of cement that burst from the ground irritating his eyes. Jiro was hovering above him now, smirking with his young twelve year old face. The older boy grimaced. How can he smile like that after all that he has done?! He could no longer take it. Jiro had no heart. He had no soul. All this for magic, power and revenge. If he could go back in time, he would have given Jiro the position as Clow Leed.
"No..." he said to himself. "Jiro was not given the position in the first place for a reason. He did not have the heart for it, as what father said."
Hearing Eriol, Jiro grinded his teeth together in annoyance. "Fool! He was MY father! You took away my family, my home and everything that I held dear! You will give back what belongs to mine!" Jiro forced the blue light even harder against Eriol's shield.
Eriol winced. His brother's magic was even more powerful than he ever imagined. Yet, he could not lose from someone who had given up his soul to the devil. He quickly glanced towards Tomoyo, her body un-moving and undisturbed. Eriol feared the worst. He could feel his arm losing its strength against the mighty force and prayed that someone would help them. Anyone...even that annoying cute descendant of his.
As if his prayers were answered, Eriol suddenly heard a cry from Jiro's lips; a cry so harsh and agonizing, that it was hard to believe anyone could stand the scream from him. The blue light vanished into thin air, leaving only the shield Eriol provided for himself and for Tomoyo. He looked up and saw a large shadow hovering over him, pointing a long sword towards his enemy.
"Ran Ten Shou Lai!" (Thunder come forth) the figure yelled. A flash of lightning blinded Eriol for just a second, the sound of the rumbling earth banging in his ears, followed by another cry of anguish from Jiro. The figure landed safely in between him and their enemy and Eriol immediately recognized Syaoran's green Chinese robe.
"Syaoran!" Eriol gasped in disbelief at his appearance. He thought he was still back in China.
The younger man turned to look at him with a serious expression, his eyes quickly glazing over Tomoyo, then back at him. "I want you to get her out of here, now." He put his attention back on the enemy, holding back the pain in his throat. He cut his sword through the dome, setting Tomoyo free from the shield. He gently placed her head on the ground and ran passed Eriol to face the enemy that had hurt Sakura. . "I'll take care of this," he continued.
Eriol shook his head. "This is my fight, Syaoran. You take Tomoyo and I'll take care of the situation." He scooped up Tomoyo in his arms and glanced down on her face. She looked peaceful, but sometimes looking peaceful while asleep was never a good a sign. He lifted her up in his arms and hesitated, glancing back at Syaoran. He was going to say something, when Syaoran's voice interrupted him.
"Don't argue with me, Hiragizawa! We both know Tomoyo is going to die if we none of us do anything, so save your breath and get her out of here!" He shot another thunder towards Jiro, but it reflected back towards him from Jiro's reflect rays. Syaoran cast a large shield and it quickly absorbed all the lightning power in order to keep him and the other two from being hit.
He knew Syaoran was right. Without arguing, Eriol quickly braced himself and ran as fast as he could from the scene, gently, yet firmly holding Tomoyo in his arms. They disappeared out of sight, from behind the trees and into the darkness where no one has ever disturbed the peace. Syaoran watched them and once they were gone, he turned his attention back towards Jiro, who was trying to keep his face straight, but Syaoran knew Jiro was still in pain from his attack earlier.
"You will pay for that Li!" Jiro hissed, throwing his hands in the air. He opened his mouth and began to chant some foreign words and Syaoran waited for the moment for Jiro to finally attack. It may be a powerful one, but Syaoran was prepared for anything at that point to avenge Sakura.
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Eriol ran as fast as he could, thinking that once Tomoyo was alive and was safe with someone, he could go back to Syaoran and help him. This was not only the boy's fight after all, since all three of them were like family. Syaoran was still his descendant and he was Jiro's older brother. Jiro never considered Eriol as his brother, but their father considered both of them his sons. Jiro never liked that.
He ran pass a couple more trees, until he ended up in Penguin Park and remembered now that they weren't that far along from the Daidouji's home. Eriol hadn't run walked that far to meet with Jiro there. They were only just ten minutes from where they were. Tomoyo could easily survive this now. He believed it and he wanted her to believe it too.
"Don't give up, Tomoyo," he whispered in her ear, drawing her face closer to his, so that they were both cheek to cheek. Her face was cold and even though her eyes were open and he could see her chest breathing up and down, Eriol felt the worst, but he shouldn't think that. He should just think positively and pray that everything was going to be all right. He was good at those things. He quickly placed a hand over her heart.
The beating was slowing down.
He looked up and noticed that he was now crossing the road, cars stopping abruptly and drivers honking their horns and calling him 'baka' for crossing the street without paying any attention. Pedestrians stopped to look at the maniac crossing the street with a girl in his arms, pointed at him and whispered to their neighbor beside them. Eriol didn't care. He had to save Tomoyo. He had to find a hospital quick.
Yet, he was getting tired, but he didn't want to disappoint Tomoyo like he already did. He didn't want to fail her like what he had done to Kaho.
He loved Tomoyo.
"Arigatou Eriol-kun," she whispered, so softly, that he wasn't sure that those were the exact words she said.
At that moment, Eriol felt himself flush, despite the situation they were in. He was breathing harder and there were tears dripping from his eyes, landing on Tomoyo's dress. Tomoyo shouldn't die. He didn't want her to. There were so many things he wanted to tell her. She was his pillar to his life and if she was ever broken, the whole world would come crashing down on him. He didn't know what he was saying at that point and frankly, he didn't care. Tomoyo depended on him now to let her live, to make her mother happy and to make his father proud of him.
"We're almost there, Tomoyo," he whispered again, taking another glance towards her pale form. She still hadn't moved. He was hoping she just collapsed and would wake up soon, but her chest was not moving up and down and her eyes were not opening as if she had awoken from a dream. Eriol felt another tear falling from his eyes. At first he thought it was just sweat from running too much, but as he blinked, his vision became blurred from something wet and all he could see was a blob and that's when he realized he was crying. He was crying.
Eriol couldn't believe it, but there was no time to ponder that. He ran faster, wanting to use his magic so much, but there no time. Using magic with his energy drained and in front of many people is reckless. He had learned that from his father, but he had never learned crying, let alone, emotionally for the one close to his heart. He never cried for Kaho and if he wanted to, he dared not show it. He never cried when his father died. He never cried at least once in his life and when he finally noticed another drop of tear streaming down his face, he didn't know how to handle the situation. He just threw the tears away with a swipe of his arms and ran faster, until they finally reached the Daidouji driveway, where Daidouji Sonomi was waiting. Upon noticing the, Sonomi ran frantically towards them and gasped at the sight of her daughter's pale form.
Eriol felt it. Sonomi felt it.
Tomoyo was no longer breathing.
GoodGurl: AAAAHHH! Another cliffhanger! Boy, am I good, or am I good? Heh heh! Anyway, I hope you all like this chapter! It's depressing, but sooner or later, it will turn out sweet and oddly enough, TOO SWEET! I don't want to give out anything, but stay tuned on the next chapter! See ya! ;)