A.N: A new ficcy, I kinda promised myself I wouldn't take too much on, but
I'll try to make this one short..... Or long I'm not too sure yet, I'm not
too sure what the plot actually is, but let's give it a go.......
Until Eternity
A last view:
Nobody knows how it feels to be normal one day and wake up the next to find you are two people.
Two souls, forever tearing you in two different directions.
One part of you wants you to run off with the other kids and go play, have a normal life and the other ponders upon world issues and what will become of your future.
I wish it had never happened to me, 'Why me?' is the question I ask myself everyday, couldn't it be someone else?? Someone older??
I was such a young child when it happened. It tore me apart basically, to know you were an innocent child and in just one moment all the freedom, joy, the carefree nature of a youngster could be stripped away.
Sure, being someone older has its high points, but it makes me lonely, to have no one to understand how I feel, to have no one to seek council.
I guess that's why I created Nakuru and Suppi, to have someone who I could talk to, someone who'd understand, perhaps even a friend.
But they didn't understand, they had no idea how I felt and it saddened me that there was nobody out there who was like me, who I could conform to, who'd be my friend and understand what I was going through.
I have flashes of her memory, of what her life once was, of what she felt.
I have no idea why I remember memories that aren't even mine, they don't belong to me and I feel as though I'm evading someone's privacy.
Yet, at times these memories seem so familiar, as if I had once experienced them, as if I had once lived them out.
Eriol sat in class, looking at the card mistress as she sat diagonally opposite him.
His little descendant behind her. Their love was so childish, so funny, so amusing.
If he were thinking in the normal eleven year olds perspective, he would've probably thought it cute, sweet, who knows?? He had stopped thinking in that outlook a long time ago....
Tomoyo sat quietly, toying with the end of her hair thoughtfully, Sakura had almost finished changing the cards now, soon all the videotaping would be over.....
Oh dear, and she still had so many, many costumes for her to wear....
Nobody has shown up to say goodbye, I had a feeling that they wouldn't turn up, after all, I'm not like them......
I turn to Nakuru who obediently picks up the bags as we begin to head over to the boarding area.
"MATTE!!!!!" a voice calls out over the crowd.
I stop and see Tomoyo, Sakura's best friend run over to me.
"Daidouji-san..." I say in surprise.
"Why didn't you call any of us?? We'd have come to see you off....."
I smile at her sweetly, "Thank you for coming."
"Here...." she says holding out her hand
She takes my hand and gently presses something into it.
I open my hand and see a silver ring
"Remember that you are our friend and that you're always welcome in Tomoeda."
"Why the ring??" I asked puzzled for once in my life.
"Rings are symbols of eternal things, whether it be love or friendship." She says logically.
"You're our friend eternally, even though half of them may not be here to prove it, I've come on behalf of them, in a way......"
"Arigatou, Tomoyo-san." I smile
"Sayonnara, Eriol-kun" she beams.
I shake my head, "Until we meet again....." I bend down and kiss her gently on the cheek.
She doesn't blow steam and act freakishly like Sakura, she just smiles and walks me towards the boarding gate.
The last view I have of Japan is through the plane window at the glass walls of the airport, Tomoyo waving like a madman.
It's been about ten years since I was in Japan. Ten years since I've seen the only people who were actually my friends, the people who said that our friendship was eternal, well, the girl who said our friendship was eternal.
I slip the silver ring off my index finger and look at it carefully, there are words etched in the inside.
'Eternal and Forever'
I tried my very best to keep in contact with them, I wrote to Sakura as much as I could, but I guess we grew lazy and had more important matters to deal with.
The one person who I'm in constant contact with is Tomoyo. I get a letter from her every week, a phone call every fortnight.
She really meant it when she said we'd keep in touch.
It's the one thing that I look forward to in my life, her letters and her voice over the phone.
It's the one thing that keeps me going through the week. To know that I'm going to hear from her.
We may have grown older and I haven't seen her, but she still seems as sweet as ever.
You have no idea how many times I thought about going back to Japan, I consider it at least once a day, perhaps more.
It's most likely I do this because I'm lonely here, there still isn't anyone who understands how I feel, what it feels like to have two people living inside you.
To not know which one is the real you.
To not know which one to be.
I guess I've kind of grown used to it, and grown into the older part of me, but there's still something nagging and eating away inside of me.
My old self, someone I wanted to be, dreams I had, that were torn away because of duties I had to fulfill that were not mine....
Her memories are clearer than ever, I remember words, moments, emotions.
At times I can even picture colours, people, the feeling they gave me.
Every time I try to talk to Eriol about this over the phone or in my letters, something deep down tells me I have to tell him to his face.
But things are getting worse, the memories at times consume me, cloud my judgements.
At times they scare me with how close they seem to reality. They've been getting worse since I received Sakura's invitation.
I read the writing scrawled in fancy lettering.
'You are cordially invited to the wedding of Kinomoto Sakura and Li Syaoran.'
I wonder how Touya's holding up? Poor thing, It's always been so obvious how much he loathed Syaoran, and now the big day??
Sakura called me the other night, saying that I just had to be there, that she'd be so happy if I were her Maid of Honor.
She'd be so happy if I were.
It pains me to see the two of them together, to think of the close friendship Sakura and I shared and then it was gone in a flash because she fell in love with a boy.
But I guess Sakura's happiness was always more important.
I look down at the invitation, I remember the phone call I received.
"Eriol-kun, we'd be delighted if you could come," she had said, "Yamazaki and Chiharu aren't able to make it, so Syaoran and I were thinking about you being the best man....."
I was second preference.
It bruised my ego.
Sure, I didn't mind, but she didn't have to tell me the reason they had picked me as their best man.
At least I was invited and maybe, just maybe, she would be there.......
It's short guys, I know but you want me to finish the other ones don't you???
Alright, if I don't get enough reviews, I'll give this a rest and continue later perhaps for those who do want to read it.......
Thanks anyway.
Snow Flower
Until Eternity
A last view:
Nobody knows how it feels to be normal one day and wake up the next to find you are two people.
Two souls, forever tearing you in two different directions.
One part of you wants you to run off with the other kids and go play, have a normal life and the other ponders upon world issues and what will become of your future.
I wish it had never happened to me, 'Why me?' is the question I ask myself everyday, couldn't it be someone else?? Someone older??
I was such a young child when it happened. It tore me apart basically, to know you were an innocent child and in just one moment all the freedom, joy, the carefree nature of a youngster could be stripped away.
Sure, being someone older has its high points, but it makes me lonely, to have no one to understand how I feel, to have no one to seek council.
I guess that's why I created Nakuru and Suppi, to have someone who I could talk to, someone who'd understand, perhaps even a friend.
But they didn't understand, they had no idea how I felt and it saddened me that there was nobody out there who was like me, who I could conform to, who'd be my friend and understand what I was going through.
I have flashes of her memory, of what her life once was, of what she felt.
I have no idea why I remember memories that aren't even mine, they don't belong to me and I feel as though I'm evading someone's privacy.
Yet, at times these memories seem so familiar, as if I had once experienced them, as if I had once lived them out.
Eriol sat in class, looking at the card mistress as she sat diagonally opposite him.
His little descendant behind her. Their love was so childish, so funny, so amusing.
If he were thinking in the normal eleven year olds perspective, he would've probably thought it cute, sweet, who knows?? He had stopped thinking in that outlook a long time ago....
Tomoyo sat quietly, toying with the end of her hair thoughtfully, Sakura had almost finished changing the cards now, soon all the videotaping would be over.....
Oh dear, and she still had so many, many costumes for her to wear....
Nobody has shown up to say goodbye, I had a feeling that they wouldn't turn up, after all, I'm not like them......
I turn to Nakuru who obediently picks up the bags as we begin to head over to the boarding area.
"MATTE!!!!!" a voice calls out over the crowd.
I stop and see Tomoyo, Sakura's best friend run over to me.
"Daidouji-san..." I say in surprise.
"Why didn't you call any of us?? We'd have come to see you off....."
I smile at her sweetly, "Thank you for coming."
"Here...." she says holding out her hand
She takes my hand and gently presses something into it.
I open my hand and see a silver ring
"Remember that you are our friend and that you're always welcome in Tomoeda."
"Why the ring??" I asked puzzled for once in my life.
"Rings are symbols of eternal things, whether it be love or friendship." She says logically.
"You're our friend eternally, even though half of them may not be here to prove it, I've come on behalf of them, in a way......"
"Arigatou, Tomoyo-san." I smile
"Sayonnara, Eriol-kun" she beams.
I shake my head, "Until we meet again....." I bend down and kiss her gently on the cheek.
She doesn't blow steam and act freakishly like Sakura, she just smiles and walks me towards the boarding gate.
The last view I have of Japan is through the plane window at the glass walls of the airport, Tomoyo waving like a madman.
It's been about ten years since I was in Japan. Ten years since I've seen the only people who were actually my friends, the people who said that our friendship was eternal, well, the girl who said our friendship was eternal.
I slip the silver ring off my index finger and look at it carefully, there are words etched in the inside.
'Eternal and Forever'
I tried my very best to keep in contact with them, I wrote to Sakura as much as I could, but I guess we grew lazy and had more important matters to deal with.
The one person who I'm in constant contact with is Tomoyo. I get a letter from her every week, a phone call every fortnight.
She really meant it when she said we'd keep in touch.
It's the one thing that I look forward to in my life, her letters and her voice over the phone.
It's the one thing that keeps me going through the week. To know that I'm going to hear from her.
We may have grown older and I haven't seen her, but she still seems as sweet as ever.
You have no idea how many times I thought about going back to Japan, I consider it at least once a day, perhaps more.
It's most likely I do this because I'm lonely here, there still isn't anyone who understands how I feel, what it feels like to have two people living inside you.
To not know which one is the real you.
To not know which one to be.
I guess I've kind of grown used to it, and grown into the older part of me, but there's still something nagging and eating away inside of me.
My old self, someone I wanted to be, dreams I had, that were torn away because of duties I had to fulfill that were not mine....
Her memories are clearer than ever, I remember words, moments, emotions.
At times I can even picture colours, people, the feeling they gave me.
Every time I try to talk to Eriol about this over the phone or in my letters, something deep down tells me I have to tell him to his face.
But things are getting worse, the memories at times consume me, cloud my judgements.
At times they scare me with how close they seem to reality. They've been getting worse since I received Sakura's invitation.
I read the writing scrawled in fancy lettering.
'You are cordially invited to the wedding of Kinomoto Sakura and Li Syaoran.'
I wonder how Touya's holding up? Poor thing, It's always been so obvious how much he loathed Syaoran, and now the big day??
Sakura called me the other night, saying that I just had to be there, that she'd be so happy if I were her Maid of Honor.
She'd be so happy if I were.
It pains me to see the two of them together, to think of the close friendship Sakura and I shared and then it was gone in a flash because she fell in love with a boy.
But I guess Sakura's happiness was always more important.
I look down at the invitation, I remember the phone call I received.
"Eriol-kun, we'd be delighted if you could come," she had said, "Yamazaki and Chiharu aren't able to make it, so Syaoran and I were thinking about you being the best man....."
I was second preference.
It bruised my ego.
Sure, I didn't mind, but she didn't have to tell me the reason they had picked me as their best man.
At least I was invited and maybe, just maybe, she would be there.......
It's short guys, I know but you want me to finish the other ones don't you???
Alright, if I don't get enough reviews, I'll give this a rest and continue later perhaps for those who do want to read it.......
Thanks anyway.
Snow Flower