A.N: Thanks for all your reviews...... I have a new goal. To make that
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Meaning more words,
Meaning making my chapters longer......
Meaning......uhhhhhh....my brain hurts already, but hey, I'll try my very best
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- Snow Flower
Untouchable
Eriol:
I could never get close to her.
She's one of those girls who seem too impossible to understand. Like if you got to know her, there'd still be so much more to know, she seems so much deeper than any normal person.
She's always the one to sit out when we play sport, always the one who you'll see studying hard in class.
When we were younger, she used to be so carefree, yet still she always seemed to be hiding something.
There's something about her, which burns a picture of her into my mind. Her pale face, delicate features, raven hair. I guess that's why I've never been able to forget about her, even when I went home to England.
Tomoyo Daidouji, keeper of my heart.
I could never be close to her; it was too awkward, being friends with someone who only wants friendship and nothing more.
I regret what I did yesterday. I knew it was her locker, and I lied, when I went to help her.
She was right when she said I wanted to be rid of my grief, so I could go to sleep that night without my guilty conscience.
I'm a terrible person.
Right now she's sitting on the bench while everyone else plays soccer, glaring at me.
I've looked over at her at least 10 times, each time her amethyst eyes piercing mine.
I look away as she scowls for what must be the hundredth time.
Kami-sama, I love her.
No matter how evil she tries to be, she still seems to be so.....beautiful. No idea why.....maybe I'm just some mad person with an infatuation that's going over the limit.
I turn back to the game as the ball approaches, brushing my hair out of my eyes.
The ball comes to a stop in front of me, but all I can think about is her, the small delicate figure sitting on the bench, watching my every move. Probably contemplating some way to get back at me, but it doesn't matter, as long as she's around, it doesn't matter.
Aiko calls my name from the courtyard where she and some of her friends are practicing for cheerleading.
Sakura used to be a cheerleader, Sakura is Tomoyo's best friend. It's a wonder how every thought I have seems to come back to her. The raven-haired beauty who always sits alone in the shade.
She always sits alone, her friends sitting in the sun.
Aiko calls my name again but I ignore her, I turn and look at the bench where Tomoyo usually sits. She's there, poking at her food.
I don't know what came over me, but for some reason I ended up standing in front of her.
She looks up, a gentle expression on her face, but the minute she sees it's me she frowns.
"You shouldn't frown," I say, the words just coming to my lips, as I sit down beside her, "The wind might change and you could be left with that face for a while
"What do you know Hiiragizawa....." She spits.
"Oh, so you do know my name, I was beginning to think you didn't know I existed."
She freezes and looks at me carefully, "Why do you say that??"
"No reason, just thought that I was invisible to you."
"Why are you here? We aren't friends."
The words hurt, but then again, I don't want to be friends either, I want to love her.
"Well??" she asks, expecting an answer.
"I just saw you sitting alone, thought you were lonely....."
"So now its pity," she says, cutting me off anger filling her usually quiet voice, "First guilt, now pity. Well let me tell you something Mr. Hiiragizawa, I don't need your pity, and I don't need you!" she says standing and walking towards the school.
I sit here like an idiot, her words ringing through my mind. 'I don't need you....'
What did she exactly mean?
Well as Nakuru normally says, there is no use in trying to understand a woman.
I begin to walk towards an angry looking Aiko, watching Tomoyo as she walks into the school.
I sit behind her in class. She always seems to stare out of the window, as if she longs to go out there, yet when the time comes for it, she seems so miserable outside.
I stare into the back of her head and she moves uncomfortably, feeling my stare.
As the teacher turns to write on the board she turns around.
"Go away," she says
"I'm not doing anything....." I remark slyly.
"That's a lie and you know it......"
"How do you even know I'm doing anything? Your back's towards me."
"I just know, now go away."
"I can't, we're in class."
"Then stop talking to me and take down the notes," she says as she begins to take out a pen.
"Can I ask you a question, Daidouji-san?"
"You just did," she remarks
"Can I ask you a few questions then?" I smile, beating her at her own game.
"......."
I lean forward, "Is there anything going on between you and Kinomoto-kun??" I ask quietly over the noise of the class
"That's none of your business....." She replies.
"Come on, if you tell me, how will it hurt?"
"You talk as if you already know the answer."
"Well there's an answer I want to hear."
She stops writing and turns around, "What answer is that?"
"Why should I tell you? It's none of your business......" I smile, reciting her words.
"Fine, don't tell me, I don't even want to know."
"Yes you do......" I say as I begin to copy the notes off the board.
"No, I don't"
"Yes you do."
"How are you supposed to know what I want? You're just a self-absorbed jerk."
"How do you know what I'm like? You seem to be the self-absorbed one." I said, raising my voice to speak over the class. But at that moment, the sensei had finished writing and turned around, sending a hush over the class, leaving my last words audible for all the class to hear.
"Hiiragizawa-kun, is there a problem?" the sensei asks.
I shake my head and begin to write down the notes.
I look at her reflection on the window, a satisfied smirk on her face.
They never ask her anything, she never answers anything. She used to put her hand up to answer almost every question, but two years ago, she just stopped.
I glance up at her, bent down, scribbling down the notes.
She used to be so cheerful, so bright, she used to take videos of Chiharu, Yamazaki, Rika and Naoko all the time, but she stopped. The same time she stopped answering questions in class.
She's away every third Tuesday. When she comes back on Wednesday she looks disheveled, sickly and ill. I wonder what she does on Tuesdays, but nobody dares to ask, the teachers don't seem to care, but there are many rumors among our class.
She's on drugs, she's sick, aliens abduct her.
Each time the rumors get odder and odder.
I've always wanted to ask what she does every Tuesday, but I have a feeling she'd rip my head off.
I've asked her friends before, but when the time came for an answer, they looked at me awkwardly and excused themselves in some way or other.
There's so much to know about her, so much that so many people may know that I don't. Even though Sakura used to be Tomoyo's best friend, I have a feeling that Sakura didn't know all there was to know. That even though Tomoyo knew almost everything about Sakura, there was still a lot to learn about.
Her sudden mood changes, her anger towards me, why she's away every third Tuesday.
Imagine how much I don't know if I'm not close to her. There's so much for me to know if I want to get to know her.
I've been waiting out here for about half an hour. It's Friday and every Friday after school she spends 45 minutes in Tomoeda library.
I must be some kind of obsessive weirdo to know her every move.
It's raining and she never brings an umbrella. I don't know why. Even when it's forecasted to rain the day before, she doesn't bring an umbrella. Maybe she doesn't watch the news? (Sorry, I'm babbling and going off the story)
It's been 45 minutes and straight on schedule she comes out of the library, a smile on her face as she talks to Rika.
I can see Rika taking out her umbrella and offers to walk Tomoyo to her house, but of course Tomoyo declines, saying she'll call her mother.
As Rika disappears around the corner, Tomoyo steps out into the heavy rain.
She smiles and twirls in circles in the rain.
She's quite odd at times.
She stops and looks up at the grey sky. That's my cue.
I walk up to her, umbrella opened, "You'll get sick if you stay in the rain."
She turns, the soft look she once had now plastered on her face.
The minute she sees me it fades.
"What do you want?"
"Just the pleasure of walking you home."
She shakes her head, "I don't need your company," she says picking up her things and walking away.
I run after her, "You'll get sick, at least take my umbrella."
She stops and turns to look at me, "You'll get wet."
"It doesn't matter."
For once I see the gentle face she usually has. "Why are you doing this? I've already forgiven you for the other day."
"Yeah, but there was that conversation that day in class."
She shakes her head, "That doesn't matter, I shouldn't hold grudges in my state, I'd regret it and I don't want to....." she stopped, realizing she was revealing too much.
"You don't want to what??"
"Never mind...."
I decide not to push it further, knowing that it would just cause more trouble, "So can I walk with you?"
"Which direction are you going?"
"Wherever you are going....."
She blushed, "What is it about you?" she smiled
"I don't know, what is it?"
She smiled, "Come on."
"What ever happened to our friendship??"
"I'm not sure, I guess we weren't really friends in the first place."
"What were we?"
"Acquaintances."
"Oh I see."
"We're here." She says as we approach two huge gates.
"This is your house?" I say, goggling at the huge grounds behind the gates.
She nods, "Thank-you, I haven't talked to someone like that in a long time. They always seem to sympathize for me."
"It's no problem."
"Oh and thanks for not asking too many questions."
"I think I already used up my twenty questions in class."
She pressed the buzzer and the gates opened.
As the gates closed she turned and smiled sweetly, "There's nothing between Touya and I, just thought you might like to know."
I smiled back at her as I watched her walk towards the house slowly, a servant coming out with an umbrella, scolding her for being in the rain.
I was about to walk away, when she turned again and called my name.
"Can things go back to the way they once were, before the locker incidence??"
I didn't want things to go back to that way but I nodded and she smiled cheerfully.
As long as she's happy.
A.N: Wow!!!!! That's long. Longest I've ever written. I'm so proud.
Please review. Thanks.
-Snow Flower
Meaning more words,
Meaning making my chapters longer......
Meaning......uhhhhhh....my brain hurts already, but hey, I'll try my very best
Thanks for reviewing,
- Snow Flower
Untouchable
Eriol:
I could never get close to her.
She's one of those girls who seem too impossible to understand. Like if you got to know her, there'd still be so much more to know, she seems so much deeper than any normal person.
She's always the one to sit out when we play sport, always the one who you'll see studying hard in class.
When we were younger, she used to be so carefree, yet still she always seemed to be hiding something.
There's something about her, which burns a picture of her into my mind. Her pale face, delicate features, raven hair. I guess that's why I've never been able to forget about her, even when I went home to England.
Tomoyo Daidouji, keeper of my heart.
I could never be close to her; it was too awkward, being friends with someone who only wants friendship and nothing more.
I regret what I did yesterday. I knew it was her locker, and I lied, when I went to help her.
She was right when she said I wanted to be rid of my grief, so I could go to sleep that night without my guilty conscience.
I'm a terrible person.
Right now she's sitting on the bench while everyone else plays soccer, glaring at me.
I've looked over at her at least 10 times, each time her amethyst eyes piercing mine.
I look away as she scowls for what must be the hundredth time.
Kami-sama, I love her.
No matter how evil she tries to be, she still seems to be so.....beautiful. No idea why.....maybe I'm just some mad person with an infatuation that's going over the limit.
I turn back to the game as the ball approaches, brushing my hair out of my eyes.
The ball comes to a stop in front of me, but all I can think about is her, the small delicate figure sitting on the bench, watching my every move. Probably contemplating some way to get back at me, but it doesn't matter, as long as she's around, it doesn't matter.
Aiko calls my name from the courtyard where she and some of her friends are practicing for cheerleading.
Sakura used to be a cheerleader, Sakura is Tomoyo's best friend. It's a wonder how every thought I have seems to come back to her. The raven-haired beauty who always sits alone in the shade.
She always sits alone, her friends sitting in the sun.
Aiko calls my name again but I ignore her, I turn and look at the bench where Tomoyo usually sits. She's there, poking at her food.
I don't know what came over me, but for some reason I ended up standing in front of her.
She looks up, a gentle expression on her face, but the minute she sees it's me she frowns.
"You shouldn't frown," I say, the words just coming to my lips, as I sit down beside her, "The wind might change and you could be left with that face for a while
"What do you know Hiiragizawa....." She spits.
"Oh, so you do know my name, I was beginning to think you didn't know I existed."
She freezes and looks at me carefully, "Why do you say that??"
"No reason, just thought that I was invisible to you."
"Why are you here? We aren't friends."
The words hurt, but then again, I don't want to be friends either, I want to love her.
"Well??" she asks, expecting an answer.
"I just saw you sitting alone, thought you were lonely....."
"So now its pity," she says, cutting me off anger filling her usually quiet voice, "First guilt, now pity. Well let me tell you something Mr. Hiiragizawa, I don't need your pity, and I don't need you!" she says standing and walking towards the school.
I sit here like an idiot, her words ringing through my mind. 'I don't need you....'
What did she exactly mean?
Well as Nakuru normally says, there is no use in trying to understand a woman.
I begin to walk towards an angry looking Aiko, watching Tomoyo as she walks into the school.
I sit behind her in class. She always seems to stare out of the window, as if she longs to go out there, yet when the time comes for it, she seems so miserable outside.
I stare into the back of her head and she moves uncomfortably, feeling my stare.
As the teacher turns to write on the board she turns around.
"Go away," she says
"I'm not doing anything....." I remark slyly.
"That's a lie and you know it......"
"How do you even know I'm doing anything? Your back's towards me."
"I just know, now go away."
"I can't, we're in class."
"Then stop talking to me and take down the notes," she says as she begins to take out a pen.
"Can I ask you a question, Daidouji-san?"
"You just did," she remarks
"Can I ask you a few questions then?" I smile, beating her at her own game.
"......."
I lean forward, "Is there anything going on between you and Kinomoto-kun??" I ask quietly over the noise of the class
"That's none of your business....." She replies.
"Come on, if you tell me, how will it hurt?"
"You talk as if you already know the answer."
"Well there's an answer I want to hear."
She stops writing and turns around, "What answer is that?"
"Why should I tell you? It's none of your business......" I smile, reciting her words.
"Fine, don't tell me, I don't even want to know."
"Yes you do......" I say as I begin to copy the notes off the board.
"No, I don't"
"Yes you do."
"How are you supposed to know what I want? You're just a self-absorbed jerk."
"How do you know what I'm like? You seem to be the self-absorbed one." I said, raising my voice to speak over the class. But at that moment, the sensei had finished writing and turned around, sending a hush over the class, leaving my last words audible for all the class to hear.
"Hiiragizawa-kun, is there a problem?" the sensei asks.
I shake my head and begin to write down the notes.
I look at her reflection on the window, a satisfied smirk on her face.
They never ask her anything, she never answers anything. She used to put her hand up to answer almost every question, but two years ago, she just stopped.
I glance up at her, bent down, scribbling down the notes.
She used to be so cheerful, so bright, she used to take videos of Chiharu, Yamazaki, Rika and Naoko all the time, but she stopped. The same time she stopped answering questions in class.
She's away every third Tuesday. When she comes back on Wednesday she looks disheveled, sickly and ill. I wonder what she does on Tuesdays, but nobody dares to ask, the teachers don't seem to care, but there are many rumors among our class.
She's on drugs, she's sick, aliens abduct her.
Each time the rumors get odder and odder.
I've always wanted to ask what she does every Tuesday, but I have a feeling she'd rip my head off.
I've asked her friends before, but when the time came for an answer, they looked at me awkwardly and excused themselves in some way or other.
There's so much to know about her, so much that so many people may know that I don't. Even though Sakura used to be Tomoyo's best friend, I have a feeling that Sakura didn't know all there was to know. That even though Tomoyo knew almost everything about Sakura, there was still a lot to learn about.
Her sudden mood changes, her anger towards me, why she's away every third Tuesday.
Imagine how much I don't know if I'm not close to her. There's so much for me to know if I want to get to know her.
I've been waiting out here for about half an hour. It's Friday and every Friday after school she spends 45 minutes in Tomoeda library.
I must be some kind of obsessive weirdo to know her every move.
It's raining and she never brings an umbrella. I don't know why. Even when it's forecasted to rain the day before, she doesn't bring an umbrella. Maybe she doesn't watch the news? (Sorry, I'm babbling and going off the story)
It's been 45 minutes and straight on schedule she comes out of the library, a smile on her face as she talks to Rika.
I can see Rika taking out her umbrella and offers to walk Tomoyo to her house, but of course Tomoyo declines, saying she'll call her mother.
As Rika disappears around the corner, Tomoyo steps out into the heavy rain.
She smiles and twirls in circles in the rain.
She's quite odd at times.
She stops and looks up at the grey sky. That's my cue.
I walk up to her, umbrella opened, "You'll get sick if you stay in the rain."
She turns, the soft look she once had now plastered on her face.
The minute she sees me it fades.
"What do you want?"
"Just the pleasure of walking you home."
She shakes her head, "I don't need your company," she says picking up her things and walking away.
I run after her, "You'll get sick, at least take my umbrella."
She stops and turns to look at me, "You'll get wet."
"It doesn't matter."
For once I see the gentle face she usually has. "Why are you doing this? I've already forgiven you for the other day."
"Yeah, but there was that conversation that day in class."
She shakes her head, "That doesn't matter, I shouldn't hold grudges in my state, I'd regret it and I don't want to....." she stopped, realizing she was revealing too much.
"You don't want to what??"
"Never mind...."
I decide not to push it further, knowing that it would just cause more trouble, "So can I walk with you?"
"Which direction are you going?"
"Wherever you are going....."
She blushed, "What is it about you?" she smiled
"I don't know, what is it?"
She smiled, "Come on."
"What ever happened to our friendship??"
"I'm not sure, I guess we weren't really friends in the first place."
"What were we?"
"Acquaintances."
"Oh I see."
"We're here." She says as we approach two huge gates.
"This is your house?" I say, goggling at the huge grounds behind the gates.
She nods, "Thank-you, I haven't talked to someone like that in a long time. They always seem to sympathize for me."
"It's no problem."
"Oh and thanks for not asking too many questions."
"I think I already used up my twenty questions in class."
She pressed the buzzer and the gates opened.
As the gates closed she turned and smiled sweetly, "There's nothing between Touya and I, just thought you might like to know."
I smiled back at her as I watched her walk towards the house slowly, a servant coming out with an umbrella, scolding her for being in the rain.
I was about to walk away, when she turned again and called my name.
"Can things go back to the way they once were, before the locker incidence??"
I didn't want things to go back to that way but I nodded and she smiled cheerfully.
As long as she's happy.
A.N: Wow!!!!! That's long. Longest I've ever written. I'm so proud.
Please review. Thanks.
-Snow Flower