Again, Tomoyo sat in front of her vanity brushing her long dark hair, thinking of nothing. Suddenly, her pink cell phone rang.
"Moshi-Moshi, Daidouji Tomoyo speaking." Tomoyo spoke eagerly into the phone. Even though she knew that Sakura was out with Syaoran that night, she hoped that Sakura had called it a night early and had now called Tomoyo. Assuming to quickly that it was, she said into the phone, "Sakura-chan?"
"Hello, Daidouji-san. This is Eriol Hiiragawaza. Were you expecting a call from Sakura-san? I can call back later." Eriol's now deep voice spoke through the phone. "Really, if you were expecting a call, I'll call back tomorrow."
"Ah, no, Hiiragawaza-kun." Tomoyo tried not to let the disappointment show in her voice. Let the Japanese part of her show and the years of being polite at her mothers parties show through. "So what's the reason you called, Hiiragawaza-kun?" Polite curiousity, of course. Nothing more, nothing less. He chuckled over the line, as though her politeness was amusing.
"I'm returning to Japan. I've called Sakura-san already, but she wasn't home. According to what I read from Kinomoto-kun, she's out on a date with the Little Wolf." Eriol said, as though it explained everything. "She'll be out relitively late, and so I called you to give her this message. If you would be so kind, of course." Tomoyo smiled to herself, imagining all that Yukito had to do in order for Sakura to go on this date. 'He must have threatened Touya with the 'behave or you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight mister' glare.
For a brief instant, Tomoyo almost refused. She wanted to, so badly. she wanted to scream into the phone, 'No! Never come back here! Last time you hurt Sakura-chan!', but she didn't. It took all of her resolve in her, but she didn't. Instead she said in a level voice, "Of course I will, Hiiragawaza-kun."
"I'm returning to Japan again, like I said earlier. The business I now work for needs a translater for the job, and no one else knows both Japanese and English. I was the only one with the 'requirements' with out training anyone else." Eriol said.
"That's great, Hiiragawaza-kun. When do you plan on getting in?" Tomoyo asked. Sakura-chan would want to know all of this information even if Li-kun didn't want to.
"I'll be arriving in a week, at Tokyo airport. If you would meet me there, it would be great." Eriol had a gentle pleading in his voice. Not even pleading...more like a request.
"I'll see what I can do, Hiiragawaza-kun." Again the polite Tomoyo was back, snapping into place, the Tomoyo who wanted to please everyone. She let some amusement seep into her voice. "What day exactly do you get in?"
"Thursday night. At seven o'clock pm. Are you sure this isn't a bother?"Eriol asked again. "I really don't want to be a bother to anyone."
"Of course this isn't a bother, Hiiragawaza-kun. Besides, Sakura-chan will be overjoyed to see you...Are you busy Friday night?"Tomoyo asked. She, Sakura, Syaoran, and the rest of the gang sometimes went to a club. They always had fun there, and she looked forward to the times when she could lose herself in the beat of the music.
"No, I don't believe I am doing anything. I don't have to work, they gave me the first week off." Eriol let his voice trail off.
"Great! The group of us always go to a club of Friday nights, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with us, to catch up on 'old times'." Tomoyo went dreamy eyed, and thought of Sakura in low-hip hugging pants and a halter top.
"Well, I'd better let you go. I'll see you thursday night, then?" Eriol said, regret thick in his voice.
"See you, then." Tomoyo said and hung up the phone.
Tomoyo stared off into space. She was going to have to make an outfit for both Sakura-chan and herself this time. Normally, she would just make something for Sakura-chan, or they would go to the store and buy something, but this was a special occasion. But she cound start that in the morning. The phone call had lasted longer than expected, so it was already 12:30 am. But she knew that she wasn't tired. So she walked over to the balcony and stared up at the pale sliver of the moon. It was waxing, and its light was bright for something so small. Yet the yard was illuminated, the cherry blossoms glowed, and the pond reflected the light back tenfold. It was all so...peaceful. Tomoyo stood in the milky light, and she tilted her head toward the moon. It brightened her pale skin, reflected off her dark hair. Her eyes, too, reflected the solitude of the stars and the moon. Soon, too soon in Tomoyo's opinion, the moon began to go over to the western half of the heavens. Tomoyo felt the exaustion tugged at her, but she still couldn't take her eyes eway from the beauty in front of her. The softest of breezes swept through her hair and she arched her back and her neck. The thin fabric of her nightgown whirled around her slender frame. It was no surprise that many of the boys in her class classified her as 'sexy'. The moon was slowly setting, and the grey false dawn was arriving.
'It wouldn't hurt to get thirty minutes of sleep,' Tomoyo thought as she walked back into her room. 'Let the maids think that I actually slept last night. She climbed into bed and pulled up the covers. All to quickly, she fell asleep, telling her mind how tired her body actually was. She quickly sank into a dream....
"Tomoyo-chan!" Sakura gracefully ran up the steps of their school. She slid her hand into hers, and together they skipped into the school. There, Syaoran and Eriol both sat at their desks and they both smiled at the girls. Tomoyo went over to her regular seat and watched Sakura move around the room and greet everyone "good morning". She slowly made her way back to the three standing there, staring at Sakura's perkiness and ability to make everyones day a little bit better. Sakura walked back to Tomoyo, and rested her chin on Tomoyo's head. Tomoyo let out a little sigh of contentment, and just as Sakura opened her mouth to say something, Eriol interrupted. "Tomoyo-san, I want you to be happy...."
"Mistress Tomoyo! Wake up!" Groggily, Tomoyo sat up in bed. Light came in through her balcony windows, and she glanced at the clock. She had over slept by five minutes, nothing to worry about. She just wouldn't be able to walk to school, she'd have to get a ride.
"Um, Maya, please tell Peter that I need a ride to today to school." Tomoyo sat up in bed and walked to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she slipped in and gave a sigh of relief as the hot water hit her back. Her thoughts turning to the dream, she scowled unknowingly at the shampoo bottle. The dream was always the same. Sakura would come, take her hand, and lead her into the school. She would then proceed to go around and greet everyone in the class, before coing back to Eriol, Syaoran, and herself. Sakura would show some type of intimate affection, and would always open her mouth to say something, but Eriol would always interrupt. Telling her that he wanted her to be happy. Always. If she wasn't woken up, then she would wake herself up, without ever knowing what would happen next. It was driving her crazy. The dream started two weeks ago. Stepping out of the shower, she went and put on her uniform. Brushing her long, dark, and very wet hair, she went back over to her vanity. Blow drying it, she brushed it until it shone. Slipping into her leather shoes, she hurried down the stairs to breakfast.
"Good morning, Mistress Tomoyo. And how is Mistress Tomoyo on this beautiful day?" Pierre, the french chef, always asked her the same thing. Every morning. He even asked how she was on this beautiful day when there was a thunderstorm raging outside. She smiled at this normal routine.
"Just fine, Pierre." Tomoyo smiled.
"Mistress Tomoyo looks tired."
"Oh, I couldn't fall asleep. I'll be alright, though."
"Mistress should have gotten me. Pierre could have made Mistress Tomoyo some hot cocoa and something to help her fall asleep."
"Oh, I couldn't think of doing that, Pierre. You have to get up early enough to make breakfast."
"Pierre doesn't mind. Pierre takes pride in what he feeds Mistress Tomoyo." Again Tomoyo smiled at Pierre. She loved his way of talking, and he always helped her out. He, out of all the servants, knew that Tomoyo loved Sakura. Pierre was a heavyset Frenchman, who was rather old. He cooked for Sonomi when she was in highschool, and he knew about how much Sonomi loved Nadeshiko. His greying-balding-hair was every where, but Tomoyo didn't mind. It added to his charms. He was very compassionate, and he always loved feeding her sweets or anything that he could wrangle into her mouth.
"Thank you for the crep`es, Pierre. They were wonderful."
"Pierre is happy to serve Mistress Tomoyo." He smiled, handed her a lunchbox, and sent her out the door.
There, right out side the door, was Peter with four bodyguards around the car. Tomoyo sighed at the extra measures, but she knew that it was because her mother loved her. The ride to school was uneventful, and quiet. None of the bodyguards really ever spoke, they were to busy doing their job, and Peter was busy driving.
"Thank you very much for the ride, Peter." Tomoyo skipped out of the car and up the school steps.
Tomoyo, still skipping up the steps, went into her class room. Syaoran already sat there, and she smiled at him, even though her heart was clenching at the act. Here was the man who made Sakura so happy, and yet here was the man who broke Tomoyo's heart. Slowly, the other students filtered into the room, various greetings going from one side of the room to the other. Chiharu and Yamazaki walked into the room arm in arm, making Tomoyo shoot jealous looks at them when no one was looking. Rika walked in all pink faced and flushed, presumably coming from seeing Mr. Terada next door at the grade school. Naoko walked in, sat down in her desk and began to devour the book she had left in the room the day before, reading extra fast so that she could make up for lost time. Three minutes before the bell Sakura ran into the classroom. Out of breath and harried looking, she ran and quickly sat down as the teacher walked in.
"Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo squealed, pulling out her video camera. "You look so kawaii today!" It was true. Her auburn hair was slightly messy, while she pulled a dazzleing smile for her best friend and her boyfriend. Tomoyo saw several guys giving Sakura "going-overs", but because Li Syaoran was there, no one tried to made a move, unless they had a death wish.
"Tomoyo-chan! How are you today? And put that camera down, it's to early in the morning for that." Sakura pronunciated that by having a huge yawn escape out of her mouth.
"Alright, but only because you asked nicely, Sakura-chan." Tomoyo obliged Sakura's wish and put the camera back into her backpack.
"Alright, everyone. Settle down, the bell rung already." The teacher's voice rolled over the class room.
Tomoyo heaved a heavy sigh. Now the day had officialy begun, and she had to do another day of foolish pretending.
Later at lunch, Tomoyo pulled out what Pierre had made for her. Sushi, one of her favorites.
"Sakura-chan, I got a call from someone you know very well last night." Tomoyo said, teasing in her voice. In truth, she felt bone weary, the nights lack of sleep catching up to her.
"Really? Who Tomoyo-chan?" Sakura wanted to know, Tomoyo could see it burning in her eyes.
"Eriol Hiiragawaza."
Dead silence followed her words.
"Moshi-Moshi, Daidouji Tomoyo speaking." Tomoyo spoke eagerly into the phone. Even though she knew that Sakura was out with Syaoran that night, she hoped that Sakura had called it a night early and had now called Tomoyo. Assuming to quickly that it was, she said into the phone, "Sakura-chan?"
"Hello, Daidouji-san. This is Eriol Hiiragawaza. Were you expecting a call from Sakura-san? I can call back later." Eriol's now deep voice spoke through the phone. "Really, if you were expecting a call, I'll call back tomorrow."
"Ah, no, Hiiragawaza-kun." Tomoyo tried not to let the disappointment show in her voice. Let the Japanese part of her show and the years of being polite at her mothers parties show through. "So what's the reason you called, Hiiragawaza-kun?" Polite curiousity, of course. Nothing more, nothing less. He chuckled over the line, as though her politeness was amusing.
"I'm returning to Japan. I've called Sakura-san already, but she wasn't home. According to what I read from Kinomoto-kun, she's out on a date with the Little Wolf." Eriol said, as though it explained everything. "She'll be out relitively late, and so I called you to give her this message. If you would be so kind, of course." Tomoyo smiled to herself, imagining all that Yukito had to do in order for Sakura to go on this date. 'He must have threatened Touya with the 'behave or you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight mister' glare.
For a brief instant, Tomoyo almost refused. She wanted to, so badly. she wanted to scream into the phone, 'No! Never come back here! Last time you hurt Sakura-chan!', but she didn't. It took all of her resolve in her, but she didn't. Instead she said in a level voice, "Of course I will, Hiiragawaza-kun."
"I'm returning to Japan again, like I said earlier. The business I now work for needs a translater for the job, and no one else knows both Japanese and English. I was the only one with the 'requirements' with out training anyone else." Eriol said.
"That's great, Hiiragawaza-kun. When do you plan on getting in?" Tomoyo asked. Sakura-chan would want to know all of this information even if Li-kun didn't want to.
"I'll be arriving in a week, at Tokyo airport. If you would meet me there, it would be great." Eriol had a gentle pleading in his voice. Not even pleading...more like a request.
"I'll see what I can do, Hiiragawaza-kun." Again the polite Tomoyo was back, snapping into place, the Tomoyo who wanted to please everyone. She let some amusement seep into her voice. "What day exactly do you get in?"
"Thursday night. At seven o'clock pm. Are you sure this isn't a bother?"Eriol asked again. "I really don't want to be a bother to anyone."
"Of course this isn't a bother, Hiiragawaza-kun. Besides, Sakura-chan will be overjoyed to see you...Are you busy Friday night?"Tomoyo asked. She, Sakura, Syaoran, and the rest of the gang sometimes went to a club. They always had fun there, and she looked forward to the times when she could lose herself in the beat of the music.
"No, I don't believe I am doing anything. I don't have to work, they gave me the first week off." Eriol let his voice trail off.
"Great! The group of us always go to a club of Friday nights, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with us, to catch up on 'old times'." Tomoyo went dreamy eyed, and thought of Sakura in low-hip hugging pants and a halter top.
"Well, I'd better let you go. I'll see you thursday night, then?" Eriol said, regret thick in his voice.
"See you, then." Tomoyo said and hung up the phone.
Tomoyo stared off into space. She was going to have to make an outfit for both Sakura-chan and herself this time. Normally, she would just make something for Sakura-chan, or they would go to the store and buy something, but this was a special occasion. But she cound start that in the morning. The phone call had lasted longer than expected, so it was already 12:30 am. But she knew that she wasn't tired. So she walked over to the balcony and stared up at the pale sliver of the moon. It was waxing, and its light was bright for something so small. Yet the yard was illuminated, the cherry blossoms glowed, and the pond reflected the light back tenfold. It was all so...peaceful. Tomoyo stood in the milky light, and she tilted her head toward the moon. It brightened her pale skin, reflected off her dark hair. Her eyes, too, reflected the solitude of the stars and the moon. Soon, too soon in Tomoyo's opinion, the moon began to go over to the western half of the heavens. Tomoyo felt the exaustion tugged at her, but she still couldn't take her eyes eway from the beauty in front of her. The softest of breezes swept through her hair and she arched her back and her neck. The thin fabric of her nightgown whirled around her slender frame. It was no surprise that many of the boys in her class classified her as 'sexy'. The moon was slowly setting, and the grey false dawn was arriving.
'It wouldn't hurt to get thirty minutes of sleep,' Tomoyo thought as she walked back into her room. 'Let the maids think that I actually slept last night. She climbed into bed and pulled up the covers. All to quickly, she fell asleep, telling her mind how tired her body actually was. She quickly sank into a dream....
"Tomoyo-chan!" Sakura gracefully ran up the steps of their school. She slid her hand into hers, and together they skipped into the school. There, Syaoran and Eriol both sat at their desks and they both smiled at the girls. Tomoyo went over to her regular seat and watched Sakura move around the room and greet everyone "good morning". She slowly made her way back to the three standing there, staring at Sakura's perkiness and ability to make everyones day a little bit better. Sakura walked back to Tomoyo, and rested her chin on Tomoyo's head. Tomoyo let out a little sigh of contentment, and just as Sakura opened her mouth to say something, Eriol interrupted. "Tomoyo-san, I want you to be happy...."
"Mistress Tomoyo! Wake up!" Groggily, Tomoyo sat up in bed. Light came in through her balcony windows, and she glanced at the clock. She had over slept by five minutes, nothing to worry about. She just wouldn't be able to walk to school, she'd have to get a ride.
"Um, Maya, please tell Peter that I need a ride to today to school." Tomoyo sat up in bed and walked to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she slipped in and gave a sigh of relief as the hot water hit her back. Her thoughts turning to the dream, she scowled unknowingly at the shampoo bottle. The dream was always the same. Sakura would come, take her hand, and lead her into the school. She would then proceed to go around and greet everyone in the class, before coing back to Eriol, Syaoran, and herself. Sakura would show some type of intimate affection, and would always open her mouth to say something, but Eriol would always interrupt. Telling her that he wanted her to be happy. Always. If she wasn't woken up, then she would wake herself up, without ever knowing what would happen next. It was driving her crazy. The dream started two weeks ago. Stepping out of the shower, she went and put on her uniform. Brushing her long, dark, and very wet hair, she went back over to her vanity. Blow drying it, she brushed it until it shone. Slipping into her leather shoes, she hurried down the stairs to breakfast.
"Good morning, Mistress Tomoyo. And how is Mistress Tomoyo on this beautiful day?" Pierre, the french chef, always asked her the same thing. Every morning. He even asked how she was on this beautiful day when there was a thunderstorm raging outside. She smiled at this normal routine.
"Just fine, Pierre." Tomoyo smiled.
"Mistress Tomoyo looks tired."
"Oh, I couldn't fall asleep. I'll be alright, though."
"Mistress should have gotten me. Pierre could have made Mistress Tomoyo some hot cocoa and something to help her fall asleep."
"Oh, I couldn't think of doing that, Pierre. You have to get up early enough to make breakfast."
"Pierre doesn't mind. Pierre takes pride in what he feeds Mistress Tomoyo." Again Tomoyo smiled at Pierre. She loved his way of talking, and he always helped her out. He, out of all the servants, knew that Tomoyo loved Sakura. Pierre was a heavyset Frenchman, who was rather old. He cooked for Sonomi when she was in highschool, and he knew about how much Sonomi loved Nadeshiko. His greying-balding-hair was every where, but Tomoyo didn't mind. It added to his charms. He was very compassionate, and he always loved feeding her sweets or anything that he could wrangle into her mouth.
"Thank you for the crep`es, Pierre. They were wonderful."
"Pierre is happy to serve Mistress Tomoyo." He smiled, handed her a lunchbox, and sent her out the door.
There, right out side the door, was Peter with four bodyguards around the car. Tomoyo sighed at the extra measures, but she knew that it was because her mother loved her. The ride to school was uneventful, and quiet. None of the bodyguards really ever spoke, they were to busy doing their job, and Peter was busy driving.
"Thank you very much for the ride, Peter." Tomoyo skipped out of the car and up the school steps.
Tomoyo, still skipping up the steps, went into her class room. Syaoran already sat there, and she smiled at him, even though her heart was clenching at the act. Here was the man who made Sakura so happy, and yet here was the man who broke Tomoyo's heart. Slowly, the other students filtered into the room, various greetings going from one side of the room to the other. Chiharu and Yamazaki walked into the room arm in arm, making Tomoyo shoot jealous looks at them when no one was looking. Rika walked in all pink faced and flushed, presumably coming from seeing Mr. Terada next door at the grade school. Naoko walked in, sat down in her desk and began to devour the book she had left in the room the day before, reading extra fast so that she could make up for lost time. Three minutes before the bell Sakura ran into the classroom. Out of breath and harried looking, she ran and quickly sat down as the teacher walked in.
"Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo squealed, pulling out her video camera. "You look so kawaii today!" It was true. Her auburn hair was slightly messy, while she pulled a dazzleing smile for her best friend and her boyfriend. Tomoyo saw several guys giving Sakura "going-overs", but because Li Syaoran was there, no one tried to made a move, unless they had a death wish.
"Tomoyo-chan! How are you today? And put that camera down, it's to early in the morning for that." Sakura pronunciated that by having a huge yawn escape out of her mouth.
"Alright, but only because you asked nicely, Sakura-chan." Tomoyo obliged Sakura's wish and put the camera back into her backpack.
"Alright, everyone. Settle down, the bell rung already." The teacher's voice rolled over the class room.
Tomoyo heaved a heavy sigh. Now the day had officialy begun, and she had to do another day of foolish pretending.
Later at lunch, Tomoyo pulled out what Pierre had made for her. Sushi, one of her favorites.
"Sakura-chan, I got a call from someone you know very well last night." Tomoyo said, teasing in her voice. In truth, she felt bone weary, the nights lack of sleep catching up to her.
"Really? Who Tomoyo-chan?" Sakura wanted to know, Tomoyo could see it burning in her eyes.
"Eriol Hiiragawaza."
Dead silence followed her words.