Gomen Nasai guys. I know I'm very late in updating, but as I
said before, I don't live at home, and as my exams were coming
up, I did'nt come home for over 2 months. Anyway thanks to all
the guys who reviwed. You'll are my source of inspiration. I
hope you'll like another brand new chapter of " You Insensitive
Baka"
Chapter 3- Fit as A Fiddle?
Once again, Tomoyo tugged at her school tie. She felt really hot! She wondered if anyone else felt the same. She walked wearily towards the locker. She felt so tired. All she wanted to do was curl up and sleep.
Just as she was about to slam her locker door shut, she felt light headed. She felt as though her head was'nt part of her neck and her feet were'nt on the floor. Gasping for breath she blindly clutched at the nearest support, and after what seemed like hours she slowly lifted her head, only to gaze into a pair of stormy blue eyes.
' You are going home' , Erio stated flatly. The sheer nerve of him. It was'nt enough that he had made her life living hell, but now he was going to tell her what to do with her life!
She opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell, but the words would'nt come out. She felt so weak, she clutched on to him, afraid that if she let go, she would fall down.
She felt him gently leading her away, but then she remembered her music practise. She had been working really hard for the upcoming talent competition, and she could'nt afford to miss her practise.
' No' she heard herself say in a voice, that was nothing like hers. He stopped and stared at her in disbelief. ' You can meet lover boy later' he said curtly. She felt the heat rise to her face.
' I'll meet Ambrose, when I want. You are not my mother' she snapped, and with all the strength she mustered she managed to walk away steadily.
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She tried again. ' Come on Tomoyo' , her music teacher chided her gently. ' You can do it, just concentrate a little more.' She shook her head in despair.
It was'nt her fault if her head felt like breaking into a million pieces. She once again tried to get the high note, when again, she started gasping for breath and she felt the room sway. She tried to steady herself, but she was sinking faster and deeper into a black hole, and soon she was content to stop fighting.
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Her head hurt, infact it was pounding, her throat was so parched. She forced her eyes open and she looked around warily. This was not her bedroom. Correction, this was not her house, infact she had never been to this place before.
Panic rose within her and then she calmed down when she saw, a dark blue head, resting in an armchair beside her. Eriol must have brought her here. This must be his mansion, and as she looked around, she noticed that the walls were painted a lovely lilac shade and the curtains were a beautiful plum colour.
Then she once again shifted her gaze to Eriol, he looked so peaceful when he was asleep. Her gaze strayed to his bare, broad and muscular chest and the strength it contained. He was wearing only a pair of dark blue jeans. She felt herself wondering what it would be like to be held in those arms, with his sinewy strength wrapped around her.
And then she looked up to find azure eyes watching her. She flushed in embarassment, he had caught her feasting her eyes on him. He smirked, and chuckled.
' What's so funny' she demanded, as she bent her head, to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. ' Oh, for god's sake, go wear a shirt or something' she said crossly.
' Why, does it bother you', he asked mockingly. Ofcourse it bothered her and he knew it! He snapped his fingers, and instantly a forest green t - shirt was on him, and he switched to a business like tone. ' How do you feel?', he asked her.
' I- I feel fine' she muttered. ' But why did you bring me here?' she asked, a little confused. Why did'nt he just take her home?
' Since your mother was out of town, I brought you here' he said shortly. She started to ask him, how he knew her mother was out of town , when she stopped. It was a stupid question. Ofcourse he would know. He was'nt the reincarnation of Clow Reed for nothing.
He got up from the arm chair, and stretched his arms over his head, and said ' Freshen up if you like, and come down, I'll make some tea.' And with that he moved towards the door, and opened it. He stopped and said ' You should'nt work so hard, you need to relaxe. You are too stressed out.' And then he walked out, shutting the door behind him.
She shook her head. She must have imagined it, but she saw something akin to concern in his eyes. She checked her watch, and then realised with a start she had slept right through the rest of the day, and the night. It was now the next day, and she was glad it was a Saturday, atleast she could relaxe, without worrying about school.
Her legs still felt a bit weak, and then she realised with a start, that Eriol had spent the whole night, next to her in the armchair. ********************
She made her way into the kitchen, dressed in a pair of shorts and a shirt which was kept on a chair next to her bed. She did'nt bother to ask him where it came from.
She stood quietly in the door way, watching him make tea. It was a little funny, watching a great sorcerer like him do sundry chores, like making tea. And then her smile of amusement changed to a very tender one. Sleeping in an armchair all night was no joke.
Just then Eriol looked up. ' Don't look at me like that' he said harshly. Her smile disappeared, only to be replaced by confusion. ' Look at you, like what?' she asked.
He crossed the distance between them in quick strides, and ' You"ll find out' was the last thing he muttered, before he crushed his mouth to her's.
Tomoyo, clutched at him as though there was no tomorrow. She wrapped her arms around him, as she opened her mouth under his pressure, and she allowed him to plunder her sweet delights. She felt intoxicated, as feelings she had never experienced before coursed through her veins.
She once again, felt weak in the knees, but this time she knew she was not stressed out. She ran her hand through his hair and she moaned, as she felt him gently bite her lower lip, and then she felt him stiffen.
Abruptly he thrust her away from him and cursed under his breath, as he raked a hand through his hair. ' Leave' he said stonily. ' B-B-But what did I do?' she asked, confused as her voice was about to break and betray her emotions.
' Leave dammit' he yelled harshly, while all she could do was stare at him through her mist of tears. And then he snapped his fingers, and the next thing she knew, she was in her own bedroom. She flung herself on her bed, and sobbed into her pillow, crying her heart out.
That's it for this chapter. I hope you'll liked it. I worked very hard on it, and I know Eriol seems like a jerk, but the fact is, he can't get a grip on his emotions. He needs to figure it out for himself, with me ofcourse helping him. Lol. Please review. Bye.
Chapter 3- Fit as A Fiddle?
Once again, Tomoyo tugged at her school tie. She felt really hot! She wondered if anyone else felt the same. She walked wearily towards the locker. She felt so tired. All she wanted to do was curl up and sleep.
Just as she was about to slam her locker door shut, she felt light headed. She felt as though her head was'nt part of her neck and her feet were'nt on the floor. Gasping for breath she blindly clutched at the nearest support, and after what seemed like hours she slowly lifted her head, only to gaze into a pair of stormy blue eyes.
' You are going home' , Erio stated flatly. The sheer nerve of him. It was'nt enough that he had made her life living hell, but now he was going to tell her what to do with her life!
She opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell, but the words would'nt come out. She felt so weak, she clutched on to him, afraid that if she let go, she would fall down.
She felt him gently leading her away, but then she remembered her music practise. She had been working really hard for the upcoming talent competition, and she could'nt afford to miss her practise.
' No' she heard herself say in a voice, that was nothing like hers. He stopped and stared at her in disbelief. ' You can meet lover boy later' he said curtly. She felt the heat rise to her face.
' I'll meet Ambrose, when I want. You are not my mother' she snapped, and with all the strength she mustered she managed to walk away steadily.
*****************
She tried again. ' Come on Tomoyo' , her music teacher chided her gently. ' You can do it, just concentrate a little more.' She shook her head in despair.
It was'nt her fault if her head felt like breaking into a million pieces. She once again tried to get the high note, when again, she started gasping for breath and she felt the room sway. She tried to steady herself, but she was sinking faster and deeper into a black hole, and soon she was content to stop fighting.
**********************
Her head hurt, infact it was pounding, her throat was so parched. She forced her eyes open and she looked around warily. This was not her bedroom. Correction, this was not her house, infact she had never been to this place before.
Panic rose within her and then she calmed down when she saw, a dark blue head, resting in an armchair beside her. Eriol must have brought her here. This must be his mansion, and as she looked around, she noticed that the walls were painted a lovely lilac shade and the curtains were a beautiful plum colour.
Then she once again shifted her gaze to Eriol, he looked so peaceful when he was asleep. Her gaze strayed to his bare, broad and muscular chest and the strength it contained. He was wearing only a pair of dark blue jeans. She felt herself wondering what it would be like to be held in those arms, with his sinewy strength wrapped around her.
And then she looked up to find azure eyes watching her. She flushed in embarassment, he had caught her feasting her eyes on him. He smirked, and chuckled.
' What's so funny' she demanded, as she bent her head, to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. ' Oh, for god's sake, go wear a shirt or something' she said crossly.
' Why, does it bother you', he asked mockingly. Ofcourse it bothered her and he knew it! He snapped his fingers, and instantly a forest green t - shirt was on him, and he switched to a business like tone. ' How do you feel?', he asked her.
' I- I feel fine' she muttered. ' But why did you bring me here?' she asked, a little confused. Why did'nt he just take her home?
' Since your mother was out of town, I brought you here' he said shortly. She started to ask him, how he knew her mother was out of town , when she stopped. It was a stupid question. Ofcourse he would know. He was'nt the reincarnation of Clow Reed for nothing.
He got up from the arm chair, and stretched his arms over his head, and said ' Freshen up if you like, and come down, I'll make some tea.' And with that he moved towards the door, and opened it. He stopped and said ' You should'nt work so hard, you need to relaxe. You are too stressed out.' And then he walked out, shutting the door behind him.
She shook her head. She must have imagined it, but she saw something akin to concern in his eyes. She checked her watch, and then realised with a start she had slept right through the rest of the day, and the night. It was now the next day, and she was glad it was a Saturday, atleast she could relaxe, without worrying about school.
Her legs still felt a bit weak, and then she realised with a start, that Eriol had spent the whole night, next to her in the armchair. ********************
She made her way into the kitchen, dressed in a pair of shorts and a shirt which was kept on a chair next to her bed. She did'nt bother to ask him where it came from.
She stood quietly in the door way, watching him make tea. It was a little funny, watching a great sorcerer like him do sundry chores, like making tea. And then her smile of amusement changed to a very tender one. Sleeping in an armchair all night was no joke.
Just then Eriol looked up. ' Don't look at me like that' he said harshly. Her smile disappeared, only to be replaced by confusion. ' Look at you, like what?' she asked.
He crossed the distance between them in quick strides, and ' You"ll find out' was the last thing he muttered, before he crushed his mouth to her's.
Tomoyo, clutched at him as though there was no tomorrow. She wrapped her arms around him, as she opened her mouth under his pressure, and she allowed him to plunder her sweet delights. She felt intoxicated, as feelings she had never experienced before coursed through her veins.
She once again, felt weak in the knees, but this time she knew she was not stressed out. She ran her hand through his hair and she moaned, as she felt him gently bite her lower lip, and then she felt him stiffen.
Abruptly he thrust her away from him and cursed under his breath, as he raked a hand through his hair. ' Leave' he said stonily. ' B-B-But what did I do?' she asked, confused as her voice was about to break and betray her emotions.
' Leave dammit' he yelled harshly, while all she could do was stare at him through her mist of tears. And then he snapped his fingers, and the next thing she knew, she was in her own bedroom. She flung herself on her bed, and sobbed into her pillow, crying her heart out.
That's it for this chapter. I hope you'll liked it. I worked very hard on it, and I know Eriol seems like a jerk, but the fact is, he can't get a grip on his emotions. He needs to figure it out for himself, with me ofcourse helping him. Lol. Please review. Bye.