From Darkness to Light
By Tomoyo-chan
A.N.: thank you for all the encouragement and reviews, and i am sorry for taking so long to update. I blame it on writers block and precalc.
Chapter 5
Tomoyo stood in the line to get into the club next to Sakura.
"So do you think Li-kun and Hiiragizawa-kun will get along alright?" Tomoyo asked Sakura doubtfully.
"Syaoran will, because I'm going to make him if it kills him." Sakura replied. "I told him to behave or I would have Kero-chan sit on him, in his full form. While eating chocolate infront of him."
"Devious, Sakura-chan. Very clever." Tomoyo smiled. Sakura had devoloped so much over the past years. Older, and more cunning, when it came to Li. But living in the world did that to you, just as in living you die a little at each passing moment. Still, she was naieve about some things, and didn't see that whenever she went to the clubs how hard Li had to fight to keep other boys from cutting in to dance with her.
"Daidouji-san?" It could only be Eriol. Li had gotten over the more rigorous formalities over a year ago, when she had told him the truth, and they became friends. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Hiiragizawa-kun." Tomoyo smiled lightly, eyes reflecting the bright neon lights and lasers in the club. The black of her clothes seemed strangely odd on such a seemingly cheerful personality, just as her eyes did not look quite right on her face when she was sad. "You don't need to worry about me."
"But I do...." A whispered remark came back, so unaudible to Tomoyo's ears and so swallowed by the sudden pumping of the bass in the speakers that she threw Eriol an unsteady look and dismissed it as something that she made up.
Inside the club, the sudden press of heat and other teenage bodies was a welcome relief to the crisp chill that was slowly creeping up on Tomeda as Autumn was in full swing. The beat passed through body after body of dancing people, some of which knew what they were doing, others motions were awkward and jerky as they were new at the club.
Tomoyo, however, was almost home. This was _her_ arena, and she knew it. Almost as comfortable with dancing as she was with singing, Tomoyo's forte was in the Fine Arts, seemingly adapt at whatever she touched. Slowly bending her knees with the beat and swinging her hips, she danced sinously and easily. Knowing that many of the males' eyes were on her, Tomoyo slowly fanced her way up and sauntered into the middle of the dance floor, effortlessly manuvering her way through the crowd. Knowing better than to try and follow her- Syaoran and Sakura had attemped that on the first night Tomoyo had ever brought them here and nearly were crushed- the two lovebirds stayed and danced at the outside of the circle with each other. Eriol, however, feeling slightly awkward at the two for some reason, attemped to follow Tomoyo into the crush of bodies.
Eriol saw Tomoyo dance with three guys at the same time. How she managed it in high heels and a skirt, he would never know. But looking at the content look on her face as the danced with these boys made him pause and look at her through the smoke and sweat smell of the club. Then he choked as two girls, no older than 16, came up to him, and each began to dance around him, in a very suggestive way. But looking around the club, it seemed that everyone danced like that. Tomoyo, after finally dancing away from the three guys, noticed Eriol's look and how awkward he seemed in such a position. Laughing to herself as she confidently walked over to Eriol, the great reincarnation of Clow Reed, uncomfortable at a couple of slutty girls trying to seduce him with pitifully weak attempts. Coming up to Eriol, the girls threw Tomoyo a dirty look and went of to find someone else to dance with. Taking his hand, Tomoyo lead him over to the mock bar, one that served non-alcholic beverages, ordered two Cokes, paid, and lead Eriol over to a side room, generally used for the more energetic, but it was sound-proof and had a clean table and chairs where they could drink their coke in peace. Of course, rumors would circulate, but at the moment Tomoyo didn't care, she was too tired.
In the room, Eriol could see that Tomoyo was pale, and not just from lack of sun.Prespiration dotted her forhead, but no healthy flush graced her thin cheeks.
"So, Hiirigizawa-kun," Tomoyo attempted to draw his attention away from scrutinizing her looks. Before he could realize how unhealthy she was.
"Are you alright, Daidouji-san?" Eriol met the girl's eyes, which shifted as the looked to the left.
"Of course I am Hiirigizawa-kun. What would make you think I wasn't?" Tomoyo met Eriol's eyes squarely.
"Because I can read your aura."
Tomoyo drooped. Of course her facade would not work against the "Great Clow Reed". Now that her secret was out, she could stop pretending that everything was alright around him. He was, however, the first who ever noticed that something was wrong with her though. Not even Sakura or Li, for all of their magic had been able to see what she wanted to keep hidden. Especially from her best friend. Taking a long sip from her coke was she frantically thought up a lie, she cleared her throat and said to him evenly, "I don't know what you're talking about Hiirigizawa-kun. I've been unable to sleep lately, but I'm fine."
"No, you're not." His quiet denial of her lie made her wince inwardly. "Not only have you know been sleeping, you haven't been eating, and you are depressed."
"It's none of your business, Hiirigizawa-kun.You have no right to walk back into our lives after so many years and probe into personal business," Tomoyo said icily. She didn't like this one bit, the way that he was studying her so clinically. Nor did she like the fact that all of her carefully erected shields and masks had been torn down in a matter of a few seconds.
"Very well then," Eriol stood and walked over around the table. "Shall we go back out and join Sakura-san and Li?" Offering his arm at the glaring beauty before him, Eriol smiled to himself as she stood and accepted.
Exiting the room, Eriol and Tomoyo were rocked as the music pounded through their bodies and pressed their eardrums. Scanning the crowd in front of them, Eriol looked for Sakura and Syaoran while Tomoyo's hand tighted it grip on his arm. The cold of her skin went right through Eriols shirt and nearly froze his skin.
"Daidouji-san, do you see Li-kun or Sakura-san?"
Scaning the club, Tomoyo shook her head. "Maybe they weny outside to get a breath of fresh air?"
Walking outside, Eriol still escorting Tomoyo in a gentlemanly manner, the crisp air felt good againts Eriols flushed cheeks. That club was to...provocative for the incarnation part of him. At this point, Tomoyo's cell phone rang and she pulled it out of a small purse.
"Moshi-moshi, Daidouji Tomoyo speaking."
"Tomoyo-chan, where are you?" Sakura's voice was heard through the phone. "Syao-kun and I left, we thought you went home when we couldn't find you."
"We just left the club, Sakura-chan."
"I'm so sorry, Tomoyo-chan. Do you want me and Syao-kun to come and pick you two up?"
"No, it's alright. I'll call for the bodyguards and a cab."
"Are you sure?" Sakura's voice was obviously worried. Eriol could tell, just by the voice intonations that he heard, rather than the actual words of this conversation.
"Yeah. I'll see you on Monday, Sakura-chan."
"Ja." Tomoyo pressed the "end" button on her small cell, and pressed speed dial. "I need to call a driver." Eriol nodded his understanding.
Standing there in silence for the time being, the two figures made an impresssion to the homeless and drug addicts wandering around the street. Both elegant and dark, yet with so much possibility for the light life that everyone of the people glancing at the still, neutral faces.
"Daidouji-san." Eriol's voice broke through the stifling silence. "I'm sorry for earlier."
"You should have thought about that before you pried." Tomoyo said, and was abjectly horrified by the caustic remark. "I'm so sorry, Hiirgizawa-kun. I guess you're right." It took so much just to say those few words, 'you're right', but Tomoyo felt that it was nessesary.
At that moment, of course, the limo pulled up and Tomoyo gave directions to Eriol's house. The car ride had been completely silent, and not just because of the two teens and the previous converstions. Telling each other polite goodbyes, Eriol got out of the car and Tomoyo gave the driver the order to take her home.
Tomoyo was home again, staring out the window. She'd taken to doing that so much, lately. Just standing there on the balcony, watching the night or the dawn come. Alone, with only her thoughts to amuse her. For so long in her life, she had clung to her love for Sakura, not giving it up. But now, with Eriol back....it was though a different feeling was creeping up on her, so slowly that she didn't notice it at first. Thinking about Eriol, Tomoyo walked over to a small box. It held a bouquet of cherry blossoms, a small bunny eraser, and a medium leather journal. Embossed on the back cover of it was the name Eriol Hiiragizawa. She hadn't opened the box in some time, and she had totally forgotten about the journal. Even when she did open the box, it was about the small eraser that it held, not the book. Looking at it, Tomoyo saw that the journal was only half finished.
Flashback
Tomoyo had the job of cleaning the lockers that were unoccupied one week, and a new exchange student was coming. Opening the one that Eriol had previously owned, she had found the journal under consiterable amounts of dust. Looking over the handsome black leather-bound book, she put it into her backpack, and then proceeded to forget about it in anticipation of meeting Sakura after school.
End Flashback
Tomoyo smiled and placed the journal in her bag. She was going swimming tomorrow with her friends. She would return the journal to Eriol then.
A.N.: Ha! its a cliffhanger....sorta....but don't worry, i know what i'm going to do-I had a dream i was Tomoyo and it happened, so i already know what to write. ~Tomoyo-chan p.s. r&r!
Questions? Comments? e-mail me at:
angel_star2004@hotmail.com
By Tomoyo-chan
A.N.: thank you for all the encouragement and reviews, and i am sorry for taking so long to update. I blame it on writers block and precalc.
Chapter 5
Tomoyo stood in the line to get into the club next to Sakura.
"So do you think Li-kun and Hiiragizawa-kun will get along alright?" Tomoyo asked Sakura doubtfully.
"Syaoran will, because I'm going to make him if it kills him." Sakura replied. "I told him to behave or I would have Kero-chan sit on him, in his full form. While eating chocolate infront of him."
"Devious, Sakura-chan. Very clever." Tomoyo smiled. Sakura had devoloped so much over the past years. Older, and more cunning, when it came to Li. But living in the world did that to you, just as in living you die a little at each passing moment. Still, she was naieve about some things, and didn't see that whenever she went to the clubs how hard Li had to fight to keep other boys from cutting in to dance with her.
"Daidouji-san?" It could only be Eriol. Li had gotten over the more rigorous formalities over a year ago, when she had told him the truth, and they became friends. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Hiiragizawa-kun." Tomoyo smiled lightly, eyes reflecting the bright neon lights and lasers in the club. The black of her clothes seemed strangely odd on such a seemingly cheerful personality, just as her eyes did not look quite right on her face when she was sad. "You don't need to worry about me."
"But I do...." A whispered remark came back, so unaudible to Tomoyo's ears and so swallowed by the sudden pumping of the bass in the speakers that she threw Eriol an unsteady look and dismissed it as something that she made up.
Inside the club, the sudden press of heat and other teenage bodies was a welcome relief to the crisp chill that was slowly creeping up on Tomeda as Autumn was in full swing. The beat passed through body after body of dancing people, some of which knew what they were doing, others motions were awkward and jerky as they were new at the club.
Tomoyo, however, was almost home. This was _her_ arena, and she knew it. Almost as comfortable with dancing as she was with singing, Tomoyo's forte was in the Fine Arts, seemingly adapt at whatever she touched. Slowly bending her knees with the beat and swinging her hips, she danced sinously and easily. Knowing that many of the males' eyes were on her, Tomoyo slowly fanced her way up and sauntered into the middle of the dance floor, effortlessly manuvering her way through the crowd. Knowing better than to try and follow her- Syaoran and Sakura had attemped that on the first night Tomoyo had ever brought them here and nearly were crushed- the two lovebirds stayed and danced at the outside of the circle with each other. Eriol, however, feeling slightly awkward at the two for some reason, attemped to follow Tomoyo into the crush of bodies.
Eriol saw Tomoyo dance with three guys at the same time. How she managed it in high heels and a skirt, he would never know. But looking at the content look on her face as the danced with these boys made him pause and look at her through the smoke and sweat smell of the club. Then he choked as two girls, no older than 16, came up to him, and each began to dance around him, in a very suggestive way. But looking around the club, it seemed that everyone danced like that. Tomoyo, after finally dancing away from the three guys, noticed Eriol's look and how awkward he seemed in such a position. Laughing to herself as she confidently walked over to Eriol, the great reincarnation of Clow Reed, uncomfortable at a couple of slutty girls trying to seduce him with pitifully weak attempts. Coming up to Eriol, the girls threw Tomoyo a dirty look and went of to find someone else to dance with. Taking his hand, Tomoyo lead him over to the mock bar, one that served non-alcholic beverages, ordered two Cokes, paid, and lead Eriol over to a side room, generally used for the more energetic, but it was sound-proof and had a clean table and chairs where they could drink their coke in peace. Of course, rumors would circulate, but at the moment Tomoyo didn't care, she was too tired.
In the room, Eriol could see that Tomoyo was pale, and not just from lack of sun.Prespiration dotted her forhead, but no healthy flush graced her thin cheeks.
"So, Hiirigizawa-kun," Tomoyo attempted to draw his attention away from scrutinizing her looks. Before he could realize how unhealthy she was.
"Are you alright, Daidouji-san?" Eriol met the girl's eyes, which shifted as the looked to the left.
"Of course I am Hiirigizawa-kun. What would make you think I wasn't?" Tomoyo met Eriol's eyes squarely.
"Because I can read your aura."
Tomoyo drooped. Of course her facade would not work against the "Great Clow Reed". Now that her secret was out, she could stop pretending that everything was alright around him. He was, however, the first who ever noticed that something was wrong with her though. Not even Sakura or Li, for all of their magic had been able to see what she wanted to keep hidden. Especially from her best friend. Taking a long sip from her coke was she frantically thought up a lie, she cleared her throat and said to him evenly, "I don't know what you're talking about Hiirigizawa-kun. I've been unable to sleep lately, but I'm fine."
"No, you're not." His quiet denial of her lie made her wince inwardly. "Not only have you know been sleeping, you haven't been eating, and you are depressed."
"It's none of your business, Hiirigizawa-kun.You have no right to walk back into our lives after so many years and probe into personal business," Tomoyo said icily. She didn't like this one bit, the way that he was studying her so clinically. Nor did she like the fact that all of her carefully erected shields and masks had been torn down in a matter of a few seconds.
"Very well then," Eriol stood and walked over around the table. "Shall we go back out and join Sakura-san and Li?" Offering his arm at the glaring beauty before him, Eriol smiled to himself as she stood and accepted.
Exiting the room, Eriol and Tomoyo were rocked as the music pounded through their bodies and pressed their eardrums. Scanning the crowd in front of them, Eriol looked for Sakura and Syaoran while Tomoyo's hand tighted it grip on his arm. The cold of her skin went right through Eriols shirt and nearly froze his skin.
"Daidouji-san, do you see Li-kun or Sakura-san?"
Scaning the club, Tomoyo shook her head. "Maybe they weny outside to get a breath of fresh air?"
Walking outside, Eriol still escorting Tomoyo in a gentlemanly manner, the crisp air felt good againts Eriols flushed cheeks. That club was to...provocative for the incarnation part of him. At this point, Tomoyo's cell phone rang and she pulled it out of a small purse.
"Moshi-moshi, Daidouji Tomoyo speaking."
"Tomoyo-chan, where are you?" Sakura's voice was heard through the phone. "Syao-kun and I left, we thought you went home when we couldn't find you."
"We just left the club, Sakura-chan."
"I'm so sorry, Tomoyo-chan. Do you want me and Syao-kun to come and pick you two up?"
"No, it's alright. I'll call for the bodyguards and a cab."
"Are you sure?" Sakura's voice was obviously worried. Eriol could tell, just by the voice intonations that he heard, rather than the actual words of this conversation.
"Yeah. I'll see you on Monday, Sakura-chan."
"Ja." Tomoyo pressed the "end" button on her small cell, and pressed speed dial. "I need to call a driver." Eriol nodded his understanding.
Standing there in silence for the time being, the two figures made an impresssion to the homeless and drug addicts wandering around the street. Both elegant and dark, yet with so much possibility for the light life that everyone of the people glancing at the still, neutral faces.
"Daidouji-san." Eriol's voice broke through the stifling silence. "I'm sorry for earlier."
"You should have thought about that before you pried." Tomoyo said, and was abjectly horrified by the caustic remark. "I'm so sorry, Hiirgizawa-kun. I guess you're right." It took so much just to say those few words, 'you're right', but Tomoyo felt that it was nessesary.
At that moment, of course, the limo pulled up and Tomoyo gave directions to Eriol's house. The car ride had been completely silent, and not just because of the two teens and the previous converstions. Telling each other polite goodbyes, Eriol got out of the car and Tomoyo gave the driver the order to take her home.
Tomoyo was home again, staring out the window. She'd taken to doing that so much, lately. Just standing there on the balcony, watching the night or the dawn come. Alone, with only her thoughts to amuse her. For so long in her life, she had clung to her love for Sakura, not giving it up. But now, with Eriol back....it was though a different feeling was creeping up on her, so slowly that she didn't notice it at first. Thinking about Eriol, Tomoyo walked over to a small box. It held a bouquet of cherry blossoms, a small bunny eraser, and a medium leather journal. Embossed on the back cover of it was the name Eriol Hiiragizawa. She hadn't opened the box in some time, and she had totally forgotten about the journal. Even when she did open the box, it was about the small eraser that it held, not the book. Looking at it, Tomoyo saw that the journal was only half finished.
Flashback
Tomoyo had the job of cleaning the lockers that were unoccupied one week, and a new exchange student was coming. Opening the one that Eriol had previously owned, she had found the journal under consiterable amounts of dust. Looking over the handsome black leather-bound book, she put it into her backpack, and then proceeded to forget about it in anticipation of meeting Sakura after school.
End Flashback
Tomoyo smiled and placed the journal in her bag. She was going swimming tomorrow with her friends. She would return the journal to Eriol then.
A.N.: Ha! its a cliffhanger....sorta....but don't worry, i know what i'm going to do-I had a dream i was Tomoyo and it happened, so i already know what to write. ~Tomoyo-chan p.s. r&r!
Questions? Comments? e-mail me at:
angel_star2004@hotmail.com