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 ^___^
Thank you so much to my beta-reader, Caty-chan! YAY! I love you mwah! *glomps* Heehee!
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Lady Fanna – thanks for reviewing, insan ^__~
little-wings – actually I'm having a hard time making this longer…you see Revenge is really just a short story, so I'm just making things up most of the time.
KyteAura – thanks for all that haggling (to change my pen name) and for the poem! YAY! In case you noticed I changed it again haha!
The Great One - *cackles evilly* hahahaha is this update okay now? :P
Sunshine – don't worry I'll update, don't strangle me now okay :)
KasumiDestruction – YAY! Thanks so much! I actually didn't realize I wrote a cliffhanger until you said so :P
silverg3r – what made you think Eriol was going to die? ^____^
Kasumi Izukawa – ahhh yes that's why we love our Tomoyo-chan, she's so full of mysteries ^^
meemee – yep, our Eriol-kun isn't evil anymore, and it's all because of our Tomoyo-chan ^__^ *sighs happily*
crystal~heart and sum1 – this update was faster than my last update actually ^^ bcos like I said it's our sembreak so I have looooots of time
cm2 – actually the flower that was used in the original story was jasmine blossoms, but of course I changed it hehe.
Polgara-C – this is what Tomoyo's gonna do to him :)
Guys I'm sorry if you're confused, my pen name used to be tomoyo-sama but I changed it ^___^ I promise this'll be the last time I'm changing my pen name.
REVENGE
Chapter 4Like an Ice Princess,
But no ice
Sweet,
But cold
Loved,
But felt nothing
Nothing,
But hatred
For him...
*****
Tomoyo revealed herself fully to him from behind the rose bushes she lovingly tended after he destroyed it ten years ago. Eriol Hiiragizawa. He destroyed not only the roses, but her as well. Especially her. She had called to him in her mind all those years, and he was finally here.
He opened his eyes and slowly raised his head to meet her icy gaze. A jolt of—fear? Anxiety? She didn't know what, couldn't comprehend—ran down her spine. She wondered for a moment if it was really him. Yes, she was sure he was, she was not going to be fooled by the suit he now wore, or the glasses perched on top of his nose. Yet there was something different about him…those eyes, that face…which was full of hatred…now held nothing but guilt and longing. His face…a memory buried deep within her subconscious suddenly emerged—she remembered thinking…he had the face of an angel…
She shook her head slightly. She was not going to lose her resolve now!
They stood there for a long time, amethysts crashing against sapphires; the only sound that could be heard was the almost happy trickling of the fountain water. Finally he took a tentative step forward. She stood still, keeping her gaze firm.
"Why?" He said this in a ragged whisper. He took another step forward. "What did you do to me, Tomoyo Daidouji? All these years, I have never been able to love anyone but you…"
She almost recoiled in shock. He…loves her? She stood frozen in her place, the shock throwing off her line of thought. She could use this against him, she supposed. Her revenge would be sweeter. Before she could think any longer, Eriol had closed the distance between them, now standing directly in front of her. Her mind went numb as he took her hand and kissed her palm, tears running down his beautiful face.
Kill him, Tomoyo! the rational part of her brain was screaming. Take the knife from your dress and do it! Stab him…in the heart… The heart…his heart… Trembling, she pushed him away from her, staring at him dumbfoundedly, tears starting to well up in her eyes.
He stared back at her, calm now. He knew what she planned to do. His death would be a peaceful one if he died by her hand. She felt for the knife in the sleeve of her dress…No…I don't want to do this…Why…?
She searched deep in her own heart for the hatred she kept, nourished, clung to, all those years. She relived the memory of everything that happened that night—her father being dragged off, the door closed…his rough hands grabbing her, touching—the feel of his mouth all over her body…waking up the next day, the horror of what happened…finding her father's mangled body…and she, stripped off of everything, everything…
NO…God, no…
*****
The inevitable happened.
Tomoyo Daidouji had planned her revenge so intricately…played in her mind over and over again about Eriol Hiiragizawa's downfall—her triumph after…savoring the fact before it had actually happened…that her feelings for him had turned into a complete circle, and she now found herself…in love with the man she hated.
The knife dropped to the grass unnoticed. With a cry, Tomoyo flung herself into Eriol's arms.
His arms immediately snaked around her waist, while hers wrapped themselves around his neck. His mind was reeling at the sudden turn of events. One moment, she was poised to kill him—the next, she threw herself into his arms. She was sobbing—they both were, as she buried her face into his neck, he in her hair.
She lifted her face to stare into his eyes, and he drew in a sharp breath at the fact that he was seeing her again, so beautiful, always beautiful. His hand crept up to touch her face, caressing it ever so softly. She caught his hand in hers, keeping it pressed to her cheek.
"I'm supposed to hate you," she whispered, bringing up her other hand to brush away his bangs.
"I know you do," he whispered back, his hold on her waist tightening a bit. She let go of his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck again.
"I did," she said softly. "But now I don't. I honestly don't…"
He almost sobbed again in relief at her words. "You...don't?" he asked almost dumbly.
"I wouldn't allow myself to be in your arms if I did," she reminded him. She smiled up at him, a happy smile that hadn't touched her lips in years. He could never know what he ever did in his entire life to be bestowed with the smile of his angel—yes; she was his angel, the angel who saved him.
"I love you, Eriol."
He almost didn't catch the words, she said them so softly…but he heard…oh God, how sweet those words were. He pulled her tightly against him and brought his mouth down to capture hers in a passionate kiss. His kisses were bruising, demanding, pleading…stop, you'll hurt her again, his mind was telling him…until he realized that she, in fact, was kissing him back, her kisses as demanding as his are. A moan escaped her lips—longing spread throughout his entire body, his control slipping away…
He pulled away, gasping for breath, staring down at her wide-eyed. "Tomoyo…" he said hoarsely. She looked at him solemnly. "We—I can't—last time I—you'll be—" he stammered.
Tomoyo put a finger gently on his lips to silence him. "Eriol," she said softly, insistently. "Do you love me?"
He kissed her again, a short one but just as passionate as the last ones. "Yes," he whispered. "God, yes."
She placed her hands on either side of his face and stared deeply into his eyes. "If I asked you to do something," she said, the colors of her eyes swirling, burning with something almost divine, "will you do it? For me?"
"I'll do anything, anything you say, my angel," he said.
*****
There was still a part of her brain that weakly protested over what she was doing—what the hell is she doing anyway? She didn't care anymore. Hatred had given way to love, she was alive, he was alive, alive like they have never been before. They were both dead, dying—until they found each other, and they were reborn. The past was forgiven, forgotten—man and woman, was all they are. They could never comprehend exactly what happened during that fateful night, only that, it was clear for them: she belonged to him, and he belonged to her. Her father's ghost faded into the night.
"Make love to me, Eriol Hiiragizawa."
Was what she said.
She ordered. He succumbed. Passion flared.
Fire devoured the ice.
A/N: The wonderful short poem above was written by the wonderful KyteAura! Yay! She did it spontaneously, too ^_^ I think it described Tomoyo in this fic so perfectly, so I included it for this chapter. Thanks again Kyte ^_____^