Disclaimer: I don't own any of the C.C.S characters. (I'll keep dreaming
though. ^_ ~* and please read my author's note.)
Watching Through the Shadows
With azure eyes and glossy, blue hair he meticulously worked the block of clay. With
slender pale fingers shaping every curve of his sculpture to be. A car passed by the
workshop shifting his attention. It was a then did he care to look at his surroundings. The
smell of moist mud was intoxicating his senses. The quietness was uneasy, but pleasant.
The thought of being in a grimy deserted workshop made him feel apprehensive.
He mentally shook himself and continued to mold his masterpiece.
Subconsciously, his fingers molded the tender, damp clay. In his mind he was thinking
about a young woman. This young woman wore a long flowing dress as the wind played
with her silky hair, and her eyes toyed with his heart. A memory that would never perish
from his mind.
His fingers grew more restless as he thought of her and molded the clay faster.
He was not aware of the fact that his fingers were moving taking the image from hid
mind, slowly.
He remembered the folds of her dress rippling, like a river in the wind. Her
hair, cascading down to her slender waist glowed radiantly against her pure white dress.
Now his sculpture was starting to resemble a figure of a young woman. His
fingers, having a mind of their own created every fold of her dress.
Her visage was breathtakingly beautiful. A creamy white complexion that
made even snow jealous and her flush cheeks complimented her violet eyes. Those
shimmering amethyst eyes stared longingly at the sea, waiting, filled with hope. What or
whom she was waiting for was lost in her teary eyes like a ship lost at sea. Her cute
chiseled nose, red from sniffling enhanced her beauty. Nothing could stop her ever-
flowing tears. He watched from afar, as she continued to lose her self in a void of
melancholy and darkness. She was an old friend, a friend from long ago. Suddenly she
made a sound whimpering? No singing. That beautiful voice, a voice that even the angels
would cherish. Her voice brought back so many memories.
He sighed and glanced at his . sculpture! Wide eyes looked with disbelief, he was
unaware of what he was doing. did to be more accurate. There before him lay a
miniature figurine of the girl that ruled his thoughts. Every fold of his sculpture's dress
was accurate; no detail was overlooked. He gently put his sculpture in the kennel. As he
opened the kennel door the fire's light reflected off his thick glasses.
Hours seemed like eternity through the window he watched the sun move across the
ever-changing sky like an hour hand on a clock he watched the sun move. Until the
blazing golden ball was no longer seen. Bored he decided to take a look at his figurine.
Opening the kennel door slowly and winching from the heat the oven emitted he carefully
took out his statue with a large wooden spatula. He let the piece cool before delicately
turning the piece in his hands as he left the workshop and started off home.
As he walked home down the obscured and neglected streets he gaze at the figurine.
Still looking at every curve and detail of his figurine longingly, wanting to see her in
reality again. In the crisp night air surrounding him, he could have sworn that he heard
her angelic voice echoing that enchanting song. Echoing, through the odd quietness of the
city's streets filling the vast dark heavens above.
Tomayo's P.O.V
I come out of the shadows that were protecting me. The night severs me well,
luckily I have dark violet hair and a dark cape or he would have seen me. My moist
amethyst eyes glistened with the reflection of the stars. I remember him, the magician
who admires me from afar. "We will meet again if destiny permits us." I whispered in a
soft quiet voice. I started to sing knowing he could hear me. One day I would like to sing
with him. But for now I sing alone, alone with the empty shadows and the silver
moonlight. *~By Aroura Starcrystal~*
Author's note: So what do you think? This is my fist C.C.S fan fiction! Let me ask you a question, do you want me to continue this story? Or just leave it the way it is? If you want me to continue then can you give me some ideas on how the two meet? I'll tell you where the idea came from this was usually a story for creative writing homework but some how I heard that the teacher didn't like things like this so I turned this into a C.C.S fan fiction. (with my favorite couple Eriol and Tomayo ^_^) I hope to write more of them in the future. But now I have so much homework and plus it's time for mid terms! . Well please review all of you nice kind people! Ja ne minna-san and arigato for reading! *~Aroura Starcrystal~*
Watching Through the Shadows
With azure eyes and glossy, blue hair he meticulously worked the block of clay. With
slender pale fingers shaping every curve of his sculpture to be. A car passed by the
workshop shifting his attention. It was a then did he care to look at his surroundings. The
smell of moist mud was intoxicating his senses. The quietness was uneasy, but pleasant.
The thought of being in a grimy deserted workshop made him feel apprehensive.
He mentally shook himself and continued to mold his masterpiece.
Subconsciously, his fingers molded the tender, damp clay. In his mind he was thinking
about a young woman. This young woman wore a long flowing dress as the wind played
with her silky hair, and her eyes toyed with his heart. A memory that would never perish
from his mind.
His fingers grew more restless as he thought of her and molded the clay faster.
He was not aware of the fact that his fingers were moving taking the image from hid
mind, slowly.
He remembered the folds of her dress rippling, like a river in the wind. Her
hair, cascading down to her slender waist glowed radiantly against her pure white dress.
Now his sculpture was starting to resemble a figure of a young woman. His
fingers, having a mind of their own created every fold of her dress.
Her visage was breathtakingly beautiful. A creamy white complexion that
made even snow jealous and her flush cheeks complimented her violet eyes. Those
shimmering amethyst eyes stared longingly at the sea, waiting, filled with hope. What or
whom she was waiting for was lost in her teary eyes like a ship lost at sea. Her cute
chiseled nose, red from sniffling enhanced her beauty. Nothing could stop her ever-
flowing tears. He watched from afar, as she continued to lose her self in a void of
melancholy and darkness. She was an old friend, a friend from long ago. Suddenly she
made a sound whimpering? No singing. That beautiful voice, a voice that even the angels
would cherish. Her voice brought back so many memories.
He sighed and glanced at his . sculpture! Wide eyes looked with disbelief, he was
unaware of what he was doing. did to be more accurate. There before him lay a
miniature figurine of the girl that ruled his thoughts. Every fold of his sculpture's dress
was accurate; no detail was overlooked. He gently put his sculpture in the kennel. As he
opened the kennel door the fire's light reflected off his thick glasses.
Hours seemed like eternity through the window he watched the sun move across the
ever-changing sky like an hour hand on a clock he watched the sun move. Until the
blazing golden ball was no longer seen. Bored he decided to take a look at his figurine.
Opening the kennel door slowly and winching from the heat the oven emitted he carefully
took out his statue with a large wooden spatula. He let the piece cool before delicately
turning the piece in his hands as he left the workshop and started off home.
As he walked home down the obscured and neglected streets he gaze at the figurine.
Still looking at every curve and detail of his figurine longingly, wanting to see her in
reality again. In the crisp night air surrounding him, he could have sworn that he heard
her angelic voice echoing that enchanting song. Echoing, through the odd quietness of the
city's streets filling the vast dark heavens above.
Tomayo's P.O.V
I come out of the shadows that were protecting me. The night severs me well,
luckily I have dark violet hair and a dark cape or he would have seen me. My moist
amethyst eyes glistened with the reflection of the stars. I remember him, the magician
who admires me from afar. "We will meet again if destiny permits us." I whispered in a
soft quiet voice. I started to sing knowing he could hear me. One day I would like to sing
with him. But for now I sing alone, alone with the empty shadows and the silver
moonlight. *~By Aroura Starcrystal~*
Author's note: So what do you think? This is my fist C.C.S fan fiction! Let me ask you a question, do you want me to continue this story? Or just leave it the way it is? If you want me to continue then can you give me some ideas on how the two meet? I'll tell you where the idea came from this was usually a story for creative writing homework but some how I heard that the teacher didn't like things like this so I turned this into a C.C.S fan fiction. (with my favorite couple Eriol and Tomayo ^_^) I hope to write more of them in the future. But now I have so much homework and plus it's time for mid terms! . Well please review all of you nice kind people! Ja ne minna-san and arigato for reading! *~Aroura Starcrystal~*