Scarlet
By L. Hiiragizawa
Disclaimer: bah! Read the previous one.
AN: Heck to grammatical errors. I shall fix them later. Actually I rushed to put this fanfic out before the plot disintegrated in my mind. Writer's first rule (for me that is): satisfy your readers and write away before a gleeful idea removes from memory.
Goodness! Thanks for still supporting me and: Celrevia… I like your Twisted Mind fanfic. ^_^
And please keep up with the delays for I am still balancing my time with schoolwork, church service, organizations and this fanfic. Sigh. I must get a decent life.
Awakening
"I want you and you are mine…
All mine."
Three days.
Three long days of constant nightmares and fearful visions.
For others, such eerie occurrences would keep one hysterically scared to death. Dreams are actually of the subconscious mind, they are visions normally of what one desires and wants.
But were dreams ever meant to warn?
Sight the future?
Even test an individual's strong will and ability to keep up with the world's course, may it be in success or mistake?
Never had a Daidouji failed in terms of their goals and fields in life but shall their precious one withstand the tests of courage?
She had overcome her life of loneliness and pure tragedy. She learned to stand up, fight and take on the challenges that have come across her way. She was independent and perceptive.
Only that she was in a life of vengeance and deceit.
"Ever wonder why she has no friends?"
"I heard that she kicked out another maid from her house."
"She is a shame to society."
"Her mother's popular why isn't she?"
"How many guys have she dated? None."
"Duh she may be pretty enough to dump her far away."
"She's a snob"
"She even asks expensive things from her grandmother, talk about materialistic."
"I never liked her anyway."
"She feels too perfect."
"She is lunatic."
"No, is she autistic?"
"Isn't that girl Tomoyo Daidouji, daughter of the powerful Sonomi Daidouji?"
Yes. Yes she is Tomoyo.
She is popular alright. She had been the center of gossip but no one ever dared to come near her, touch her, speak to her and even tease her, making others strike hard accusations behind her back some of which were and are true. It may seem happy to think of no one bothering your own businesses but as the saying goes: "No man is an island". And never shall one survive without another. Everybody needed love, care and just someone to confide thoughts with.
But she was different.
She had long abolished the pretty old saying and kept it under the crest of forgotten philosophies. Covering each and every precious, important words and the meaning it contained.
"Isn't she ashamed of herself?"
"As if she is!"
"Have you heard the latest about her?"
"Ooh that nasty creep. If only…"
If only other people didn't do these things to her, she would probably be weak unlike she was now: a lady with commanding authority.
She smirked at the thought walking away from the school she had grown from. She just heard another set of ruthless gossips that she disregarded with a shrug. Not that she was affected at all. She was immune to everything around.
All the insults.
All nonsense pain-causers.
She looked up to sky only to see the sky smiling down at her in its fading glory of orange mixed with indigo shades. The only beauty she saw in the world was herself and her alone. She hated the sun though she had to bear with its mocking smiles every time she leaves for school and goes back home till when it sets still fixed in its undying greeting.
There was a tingle as she stopped in front of a shop with its name curved in its wooden sign that hung from above the door, which was brought about by the wind's blow against the bells that showed itself hanging above the windows.
The antique shop.
She studied it carefully. Noticing all its old and creepy features from where she stood shivering a bit caused by the sudden shift of temperature. It was undoubtedly late in the afternoon and dusk was bidding its way through. She knew that it is rather unwise for her to stay late outside…
But a peek won't hurt right?
Tomoyo slowly entered the narrow door that led her deeper inside, exploring every bit of specimen and things displayed. The shop was disturbingly quiet and only three candles alighted the place, giving its over-all effect a very creepy one.
No one was there to her surprise.
She continued examining and was amazed at the variety of ancient artifacts that seemed to stare right back at her mesmerizing violet eyes.
But just as she was reaching out a finger to touch a broken china piece…
Just as she stirred and quivered…
A hand gripped and touched her shoulder.
She turned around and two awfully wide, black eyes stared right back, examining every shocked feature sketched in her face. The figure smiled.
"Ah! Ah!" she said pointing into a sign right beside her…
If you want to buy, then buy. If you want to stare, then stare. But if you want to touch, scram.
…Which was very rude so to say.
"So you want me to scram?" Tomoyo asked very sarcastically that instead of angering the old lady, made her smirk in amusement.
"Not exactly dear. It's just that I am valuing these things so much you might break them."
Tomoyo glared.
"I could buy this shop with only a bit from my possessions." She bragged.
"Is that so? But though you pay me with all the gold in the world, I'll never surrender these all to you."
There she went again…smiling ever playfully.
"And why do you sell these junk if you precious them so much?"
"Lets say that I want everybody to have a piece of my life but selling it all to you would depress me so much for I know that someone like you wouldn't even share a smile from across your face in your rudeness. It's better to see more smiles than gold to be exchanged with a frown. With that I could die in content."
Those simple words struck her.
How could one be so happy with all these junk?
How could one live life earning smiles from others?
Why does it sound so very simple to smile when you were born to cry?
How she wished she knew the answers to life's questions for she never learned any lesson throughout its course…
Well not anymore.
"I came by to inquire about something my grandmother bought just three days ago." Her voice still echoed power.
The storeowner led her to a small room that had two candles swallowing the dark faintly on top of a small table just between two old oddly shaped chairs. Confusion drawn in her face at first but was replaced as she offered her to sit down.
"Why yes! Aren't you the granddaughter of Akane? Yes. Yes. I remember." She sipped the tea from her cup that was served on top of the table. Tomoyo noticed that as if she was expecting her.
Odd.
"The Crystal of Tears had such a great tale behind its blue crystal pendant… ah yes! A story of love and tragedy."
Tomoyo listened eagerly.
"I remembered it being stuck here in my store for years after I bought it from a family in England. People came and wanted to own it but it never lasted in their hands. Just after two days, they come here and demand a refund, saying it wasn't lovely like they thought it was."
She wasn't the only owner?
"I didn't bother to ask why they gave it away so easily but as what the tale goes, the crystal belonged only to its rightful owner and nobody else must dare possess it. It was just surprising that it lasted in my hands but never I had the chance to get a close hold at it."
"A tale? Please do tell me, that's practically why I'm here."
The old lady nodded and smiled again before continuing a truth that Tomoyo yearned to know…
A truth that contained so much mysteries…
"The Crystal of Tears belonged to a princess that lived about two hundred years ago. She was blessed with beautiful looks and a good heart that made the two princes of the rivaling East and West kingdoms fall in love with her. But she had her eyes set on the prince of the East kingdom which made the other prince burn in fury and anger."
She placed her cup down and stared at Tomoyo who was catching up her breath in suspense.
"A war was declared between the two kingdoms and the princess was deeply torn on how she would stop the war. She hated to be the cause of the bloodshed but she loved the prince of the East so much that she…"
Tomoyo closed her eyes, feeling every emotion that the tale gave.
She pictured blood, heard screams and saw bodies slumped dead, swimming in the pool of wasted life, mothers searching for their children…
Tragedy.
Pure and painful tragedy.
She felt her heart wretch in pain and everything around her blur…
Sophia…
…The same old blue and cold eyes stared right back but now it wasn't in fire.
It was gentle and sparked in tears.
She couldn't contain the pain anymore, which was filling every inch of her fast beating heart.
"I am not Sophia!" she screamed.
Do not leave me Sophia…
"Away!" Tomoyo wailed in tears.
I need you Sophia…
"Away!" She fell into her knees with hands that clamping both ears shut. This left the storekeeper stand in shock at the poor girl who was shouting right before her eyes.
Tomoyo locked her gaze with the eyes that was staring at her in despair to stop all that was happening.
I'm waiting for you…
"No! NO! I don't know you… Away!" Tomoyo felt two hands shaking her out of trance but it seemed that it wasn't working at all for the eyes still drowned her in guilt.
Guilt…
Guilt…
Guilt?
The storeowner shook Tomoyo desperately. Thoughts flooded her mind…
Thoughts of a very familiar prophesy…
…And as the crystal continues to live…
Till the time the spirit's eyes open…
There destiny will play its game…
Its rightful owner awakened…
'No… that couldn't be… it musn't…'
"Leave me alone… No! Leave me alone."
"Who are you?"
"I don't know you…"
"I don't"
Shouts of agony filled the night as thoughts still plagued the place and the familiar voice continually chanted…
I love you Sophia…
Pleading…
I love you…
Crying…
I love you…
"Noooooooooo!"
AN: Boo! Wahaha a cliffy again eh? Just want you to be in suspense… ^_^ Very evil of me… hehe sorry. Review and please tell me if this is okay…