Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the CCS characters although I wish so bad that I own Eriol!!!!
yadayadayada: This is based on the short story by Isabel Allende of the same title. Absolutely one of the most beautiful and tragic love stories I have ever read. I thank my English professor for assigning our class to read it ^___^
OMG, thank you for those who reviewed!!!! I wasn't even expecting to receive ONE review ^__^
*The Great One—thanks so much!!! Whaaaaaa, that was a pitiful attempt to write a rape scene wasn't it???? I was actually cringing while typing it! Hope you won't email me with spam now that I've updated!!
*animegirl-miaka—did you buy the book? "Revenge" was just one of the stories. The title of the book is "The Stories of Eva Luna". I'm planning to buy it myself ^__^
*meemee—ne, I think Eriol is a bad person anyway *LOL* but don't worry, you won't believe the torture he's gonna get in the next chapters!
*StarChild—here it is, a new chapter! Sorry it took so long, I have lots of homework!
*Flamer—hey, I never even MENTIONED that this was an E+T!!! actually it is…this is just the beginning *cackles evilly* I HAD to make Eriol rape Tomoyo because that's what really happened in the story I'm basing it on! "Making Eriol a pervertic rapist…" He COULD be one for all you know! Eriol's a pervert anyway…*LOL*
*Sophie6_13—yes I definitely will!
*bishounen lovah—thanks so much! I guess I'm warning you now…this isn't gonna be a happy ending…
REVENGE
Chapter 2Eriol Hiiragizawa stood, looking down at Tomoyo Daidouji sprawled on the floor. She looked almost peaceful, lying there, floating on the waves of unconsciousness. There was a tight feeling in his chest that he couldn't explain. For the first time in his turbulent life, he felt that he had done something wrong. But why? He felt like beating himself senseless to free himself from his confused thoughts. And that was another thing—he never even thought before, he just always acted.
He bent down to look at her face. It was slightly bruised from his slaps. Guilt suddenly welled up inside of him, and he turned and fled from the room.
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Tomoyo slowly opened her amethyst eyes, feeling disoriented. It was deathly quiet. Where am I? What happened? Her eyes flew open and she sat up, only to fall back down again. Her whole body was aching, and also her face. She touched it gingerly. Suddenly, without warning, she began to sob violently, covering her face with her hands. She remembered now, the horror that happened last night. She sobbed, knowing that her father was dead by now. She sobbed, knowing that she was no longer innocent.
She tried to stand, slowly, tears still running down her bruised cheeks. She limped to the garden fountain in front of what used to be their sprawling mansion. Removing her tattered dress, she sank into the cold water, watching it turn pink as she washed the blood from between her legs and her hair. Once she was clean and had dried her tears completely, she went back to the house to look for something to cover her nakedness and for a sheet to wrap her father's body in. Eriol Hiiragizawa's men had tied Mayor Daidouji by the feet and proceeded to gallop up and down the hill until his body was nothing but battered flesh. Guided only by love, Tomoyo was able to find her father's body even if it was unrecognizable. She wrapped his remains in the sheet and sat by him to watch the sun rise in the sky.
It was in this fashion that her neighbors found her, when they finally gathered their guts to see what had become of the place. They froze when they saw her sitting there, an almost peaceful expression on her face as she stared at the sky. Only Sakura Kinomoto, who was her closest friend, had the courage to really approach her.
"Tomoyo?" Sakura timidly said. She bit back her tears when Tomoyo turned her gaze to her. She could almost feel the pain her friend was going through.
Tomoyo slightly shook her head. "It's okay," she said. "You don't have to say anything." She looked around at the townspeople, and then, as if snapping out of a trance, she stood up and grabbed Sakura's arm. "You have to help me…all of you, please help me bury the dead…"
"Yes, we will," Fujitaka Kinomoto, Sakura's father, then spoke up. "We'll do it, Tomoyo, but you…you have to rest."
Tomoyo shook her head violently at this. "No! Please, Mr. Kinomoto, it is I who must bury my father!" And then she fainted.
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Tomoyo was taken to the Kinomotos' house to rest. The townspeople then proceeded to bury the dead. Tomoyo was the only one who lived from the Daidouji mansion. Indeed, it was really the only part of the town which was totally destroyed. The other damages were minimal. Fujitaka honored Tomoyo's wish and left Mayor Daidouji's body for her to bury.
A few days had passed now. Tomoyo had been very quiet after the ordeal, and everybody just let her be. They thought she had gone into some sort of shock. It was not surprising at all. Now Sakura and Fujitaka entered her room to talk to her.
She was sitting by the window as usual, looking at the ruins of her once warm home. Fujitaka cleared his throat nervously, and she glanced at him. A smile lightly crossed her face, which was now healed.
"Tomoyo," Fujitaka began. "I've been thinking about this for some time, and now…well, I have decided to send for your godmother in the other town. It will be for the best if you will live with her."
"It was very kind of you, sir, to think about my welfare," Tomoyo said. "But I have decided too. I will stay in this town and I will rebuild our mansion. I will not leave."
"But Tomoyo!" Sakura cried. "Don't you think it will be best for you to leave here and go live someplace else where nobody knows what happened…and—and where you can start a new life?"
"I do not wish to forget," Tomoyo said quietly. She turned back to the window. "I won't leave because I have a mission to fulfill. I swore on my father's grave and even before he died that I will have my revenge on Eriol Hiiragizawa." She turned around again to face Sakura and Fujitaka. "Do you understand?" she asked, gazing at them levelly.
Fujitaka met her gaze. Then he sighed deeply. "In that case, we'll help you rebuild."
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Tomoyo indeed stayed in their town. All the people took pity on her and helped her rebuild the Daidouji mansion. Soon the house was back to its sprawling glory, with Tomoyo as its mistress.
Soon the people's pity gave way to awe. They somewhat expected the Tomoyo would either go crazy and end up in a sanatorium wearing a straitjacket, or grow meek and quiet and end up in a convent as a novice. But no, Tomoyo was still the most cheerful one of them all, the tragedy never completely diminishing her laughter and beauty.
But they don't know anything. They don't know that the only thing that kept Tomoyo from toppling over the edge of sanity was by concentrating on her revenge against Eriol Hiiragizawa. Every night she would be awakened by the memory of the rough embrace of the man she hated so much. To ward off the nightmares from haunting her during the day, she set a routine for herself. Up at four in the morning, breakfast, dressed in spurs and boots, ride around her property. She has learned how to haggle better than the vendors in the market. When night fell, she would take off her riding clothes and slip into beautiful dresses that came from faraway lands. Whenever visitors would come, they would find her in the sprawling living room playing the piano while singing; while her servants served drinks.
Time passed, and Tomoyo continued to grow in beauty. By now the songs and poems about her had made her a living legend. Soon everybody forgot the tragedy that happened years ago. It was as if it never happened at all. They forgot all about Tomoyo's talk of avenging her father. "Oh, the lass has simply moved on with her life!" an old man cheerily said.
But Tomoyo always remembered. Every detail was still burning in her mind.
Men continued to flock to her. Now she was even more desirable because she had it all. They forgot the stigma of rape, and offered marriage.
She turned them all down.
"Why?" Sakura would ask later. They sat in her living room long after the men had gone, Tomoyo playing a beautiful but melancholy piece on the piano. Tomoyo stopped playing, thinking of an answer to Sakura's question.
"I can't," was all Tomoyo said.
"But why?" Sakura persisted.
"I can't…because my life is concentrated on one thing only. I have no room left in my heart for love. In here," she placed a hand across her heart, "is only hatred for one man…"
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The nightmares became worse.
Now she could hardly sleep at night, tossing and turning in her sheets. She could hear her father's anguished cries as they dragged him up and down the hill. Avenge me, my daughter! she would hear him say. You promised! She could feel even more vividly Hiiragizawa's rough mouth on hers and his rough touch all over her body.
The time will come, Tomoyo thought furiously. She will not seek Hiiragizawa out. She knows that one day, he will return to her.
Whoops, Tomoyo's losing it I say… ^___^ I'm not entirely satisfied with this chapter, hmm. Sorry I took so long to update, I was really busy. Now I'm trying to forget that I still have homework to do…next chapter, it's Eriol who's gonna lose it *grins evilly* oh, I SO love torturing eriol-kun…