I'm not so helpless... anymore

By Bunnyluvr

Ch. 1

Tomoyo's POV
I arrived at the studio. My manager, a young man named Hazaki Katsuke, came running up to me.

"Daidouji-san, I set up another tour for you, in America! You leave tomorrow," he informed me.

"Did I even say I wanted another tour?" I asked him coldly.

"Well, you know, I assumed, well, that it'd be great for business if you sold CDs in America, too. You already have toured England, France, Spain, and just about every other country that could afford you. So, now it's America. But you'll have to sing some English songs. Here, I already have them. Can you pronounce-"

"Duh. I speak every damn language there is! English-" she said "-is no problem.

"Good. Here, take these." He handed her a big pile of papers, most likely her new songs. He started to leave. "Oh, I almost forgot! I have the instrumentals here, so you can listen to the tunes anytime you want." He handed her a CD.

She took it. "I'm going back home now, to practice." She glared at him. "And don't try to stop me."
"Wasn't gonna," he said nervously.
"Okaaayyy..." she thought. "Let's see here... Are You Sure About That... interesting."
After practicing her songs for a while, she returned to her studio and started on a couple of the music videos and recording sessions.
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~The next day~

Tomoyo looked out the window of her private jet. The usual was going on. The same boring stuff that always occurred was going on. She sat down in her chair, put on headphones, leaned back, and fell asleep.
When she woke up, they were almost there. She got up and went to her dressing room to change. She slipped on a tan long sleeved, hippie- style shirt that laced up 1/4 of the way down her shirt, dark colored blue jeans, and straw platform sandals. Then she had a hairdresser put her hair up into a loose bun. Another servant came and applied light purple eyeshadow and sparkly pink- tinted lip gloss. She sat down again as the plane landed.
Back at her hotel room, or should I say, suite, Tomoyo started flipping through the channels on her television.
'Darn, there's nothing good on these American channels,' she thought. 'I guess I'll go on a walk.'
**Outside**
As Tomoyo walked, she thought about her life. Her mind wandered back to when she was only 10, young and innocent...
*Flashback*

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"Tomoyo! I heard you lost your voice!? The doctor said it might be just a cold. Do you have a fever? Or chills? Do you hurt anywhere?" Tomoyo shook her head. "Thank goodness. I'll stay home tomorrow. I'm worried about you..." Tomoyo reached over and grabbed a notebook. Then she wrote, 'I am all right.' Sonomi hugged her daughter. "You're not alright... At times like this, you know you can ask me to do things for you. After all, you're my only dear daughter." /i
How Tomoyo wished to go back to that moment...
She shook the thought from her head. She started walking faster, as if she could get away from all her problems and memories if she walked fast enough. But all it did was lead her into another old memory...
Bunnyluvr: Should I continue, or leave a cliffhanger?
Bunnyluvr: I'll continue.
"Hiiragizawa. What a surprise," she said calmly.
"Hello, Tomoyo- chan," he answered back.
"Don't call me that. I'm not the helpless, young fool I used to be. I am Daidouji Tomoyo, #1 artist, model, actress, and designer in Japan, with the highest grades in the school, and-" she paused. "I have no weaknesses. Face it, Hiiragizawa. I'm not helpless... anymore."
"That's quite nice, but if you're not helpless, why were your /i always saving you?"
She smirked. "Would you like me to show you one of the many ways I have changed? Come with me." She faced towards a nearby field, and suddenly zoomed off. Eriol followed, flying.
They ended up in a circle of trees.
"So you're fast. How amusing."
Her face remained expressionless. Then she extended her right hand to the left side, fingers pressed tightly together. Suddenly, she spread apart her fingers, and amist magical sparkles of light, a fan appeared in her hand. It was beige aroung the edges, and against a purple background was a pure white water lily. Where the wood would've been, was amethyst, and, as she tightened her grip on the fan, sharp tips appeared from all the prongs.
"Ah, a sharp fan. I'm /i scared," Eriol said sarcastically. Tomoyo's face remained emotionless, but she turned her head towards the clearing and waved once- twice- thrice- and amist the same sparkling of lights, a large, beige, transparent barrier appeared. SHe extended her left hand to her right side, fingers closed tight as before, then, she opened them and another fan sppeared, this time a white background against a purple lining, with a deep purple lily. Its prongs were diamond. She closed the fan, and raised, then quickly lowered her arm, and... the fan grew. She opened it again, the fanned herself and Eriol, and they both appeared inside the barrier. Then, she looked up at him.
"Now, we shall fight." And with that, Tomoyo did a back flip, and when she landed her outfit had changed. She was wearing a creamy white dress with dark purple lining that laced up a little bit on the front, and was tank topped. The whole dress was tight, but the skirt part of the dress had a slit all the way up one side, and the dress went down to about 6 inches above her knees. In place of the long fan, she had a sword, made of some crystal Eriol had never seen before. The hilt was encrusted with another jewel Eriol had never seen before, it was clear one moment- then black- then red- then blue- then purple, yellow, orange, green- then back to clear again.
Eriol started. "Fight? You? Fight me?" He snickered.
"Idiot. You don't know who I am. I told you, I've changed. I know you don't deserve an explanation, but-" she paused. "I see you won't concentrate if I don't tell you." She shifted her gaze towards the full moon, and then began her story.
Bunnyluvr: My first cliffy! Yeah! Hey, you should be glad I went that far! Anyways, how'd ya like it?