Polaris By: heavenangelgrl (don't hit me!)
AN: I know it's been a WHILE. sorry! You know how it is, schoolwork, homework, volunteer work, brothers. It's just been a little hectic, shall I say. Anyway, you're probably not gonna like the outcome of this chapter either. Hey, for you Kaho-haters, at least I made her kind of evil! Anyway, enjoy and please keep R+R! (
Disclaimers(caveman style): no own CCS.
Chapter 8: Confrontations
Tomoyo had no problem getting to work on time the following morning because of the absence of her daughter. However, the throbbing headache was not brightening her day. For the fifth time that day, she put down her pen and rubbed her temples with her index and middle fingers while her elbows rested on the edge of the desk. Concerned instead of flirting for once, Taro's eyebrows knitted together and stared at Tomoyo at her distressed state. "Tomoyo-chan, are you okay?"
Almost startled at someone mentioning her name, Tomoyo looked up and met her colleague's gaze. "I'm fine, Midaichi-san, and thank you for your concern," she said with a faint hint of a smile. Not exactly reassured, Taro continued his work, knowing when she doesn't want to be disturbed. With a sigh, she herself returned to work. Just then, the phone on her desk rang loudly and the noise penetrated her skull. "Ow, there has got to be a button on here that sets the volume on this cursed thing," she whispered before picking up the phone. "Hello, this is Kana-Hiiragizawa firm and Daidouji Tomoyo speaking, may I help you?" she answered with her professional tone.
There was a long silence before a response came from the other end of the line. However, upon hearing the voice, Tomoyo's heart practically stopped. "Daidouji-san? This is Kaho Mizuki. Do you remember me? It's been so long! I didn't even know you worked here! Well, I'm sure you're all very busy, but if you don't mind telling Eriol-kun that I left my lipstick in his house last night and needs his keys to get in, that'd be great."
Tomoyo could sense the fake enthusiasm in her voice. After registering what the older woman just said, she could barely keep her eyes from watering. However, with her best effort to maintain a stable voice, she succeeded. "Oh, Mizuki-san! Yea, it has been a while. Of course I'll deliver the message. After all, what are secretaries for? Well, I've really got to go, but I'll see you around, I'm sure." Without even waiting for another word, she hung up the phone.
Grabbing the pile of files on her desk, she knocked on Eriol's door after taking a deep breath. When she heard the cold reply, she walked in to see him sitting at his computer typing rapidly. "Uh. the files-"
"Just put them on the desk," he cut her off before she could even finish the sentence. However, she still followed his order and stood there patiently and obediently afterwards. "Yes?" She noted the impatience in his voice and the dramatic change of attitude that radiated from him.
Gathering up the courage and making sure that she wouldn't burst into tears, she bravely stepped forward. "Mizuki-san was on the phone and she just wanted me to tell you that she left her lipstick at your apartment last night and needs to get your keys to get it back." She wanted to collapse right then and there and just cry her eyes out, but instead she burst out of the room.
Upon seeing her exit the room, Taro looked up suspiciously and could see the noticeable trembling of her body. Without a word, she ran towards the bathroom of that floor. Immediately, he ran after her, noticing something wrong, but not before glaring at his boss' door for a quick second. Running past the receptionist's desk, he was just in time to see Ayako-san walk out from behind her desk to chase after her friend. Without second thought, they both barged into the ladies' room.
There, they found Tomoyo lying on the long, velvet couch with her head buried against the crossed arms that were rested on the arm of the couch. It matched the burgundy color scheme of the room that gave off a rose- scent. Seeing her in her distressed state, Taro immediately crouched down next to her and took her head in his arms. "It's going to be okay," he didn't know what happened, but he would surely found out. For now, this was the best he can do.
"Yea, tell us what's wrong, Tomoyo-chan," Ayako said, also concerned. Tomoyo was one of the brightest people she knew and seeing her like this crushed her. However, the only response she received was the shake of her head buried against Taro's chest for support.
After a moment of just sitting, Tomoyo's sobs died down. "It's nothing, I was just worried about Kara. that's all." She knew that Ayako and Taro wouldn't buy her half-baked excuse, but she knew that they wouldn't pry into her business either.
Right when she was about to pull away from Taro's embrace, an icy voice sounded from the door. "What do you think you're doing?"
* * *
"Tomoyo-chan," he whispered. Eriol felt ultimately guilty when he saw the way Tomoyo fled from the scene. After a quick recap, he realized what she'd just found out. So if she was upset about it, that must mean that she has feelings for him, right? But then, her and Syaoran.
He decided afterwards that he could care less. As long as they weren't together now, he could learn to accept their daughter. Perhaps it was just an accident. That's it, an accident. But how can something like this be an accident? He shook his head and was determined. 'That doesn't matter anymore. I've found her again and that's all that matters.' With that thought, he dashed out of his own office in search for the angel of his heart.
He was puzzled when he didn't see her at her desk. Then he realized that a bunch of people were also missing. His assistant, his receptionist. What's going on? He was just about to run into an elevator to chase after them when he heard something coming from the opened door of the ladies' room. Being as noiseless as he could, he approached the doorframe and was crushed by what he saw.
She was still gorgeous as always, with her hair spread out over the velvet couch. The slit of her knee length dark gray skirt ran up to her mid-thigh, exposing a good amount of leg. Her face was decorated with a blush caused by the tears that were streaming down her face. Her peach colored lips pouted from her sobs and her amethyst eyes sparkled even more than before. The thing that made his blood boil was that she was in the arms of another man. Was she that intolerant to loneliness? "What do you think you're doing?" he said in the iciest tone he could gather.
"Hiiragizawa-san, we were. just talking," Ayako was the first to speak up. They'd all froze at the coldness of his voice. Taro was about to release the anger boiling in his blood when he felt a soft hand on his arm. Without another word, he stepped passed his boss and returned to his desk, still fuming furiously. Staring helplessly at her friend, Ayako left the room also, but not before receiving a grateful nod from Tomoyo.
"That was quite a gathering you had here, Daidouji-san," Eriol said with a glare. His anger dissipated, however, when he found her staring emotionlessly into space. Sadness and pity replaced the fury that had raged through his blood just seconds ago. He sat down on the couch beside her and was about to comfort her with an arm around her shoulder when she suddenly stood up.
She'd been thinking about the past again. The way his eyes used to blaze with passion, and the tenderness that emanated from his touch. She could feel the warmth of his embrace and smell the rich scented cologne on his perfectly ironed shirts. Almost smiling with a sigh, she snapped herself back to realize when she realized exactly how close Eriol was to her at that moment. All she knew was, too close. Immediately standing up with an apologetic look, she scurried out of the room after saying that it would never happen again.
AN: I know it's been a WHILE. sorry! You know how it is, schoolwork, homework, volunteer work, brothers. It's just been a little hectic, shall I say. Anyway, you're probably not gonna like the outcome of this chapter either. Hey, for you Kaho-haters, at least I made her kind of evil! Anyway, enjoy and please keep R+R! (
Disclaimers(caveman style): no own CCS.
Chapter 8: Confrontations
Tomoyo had no problem getting to work on time the following morning because of the absence of her daughter. However, the throbbing headache was not brightening her day. For the fifth time that day, she put down her pen and rubbed her temples with her index and middle fingers while her elbows rested on the edge of the desk. Concerned instead of flirting for once, Taro's eyebrows knitted together and stared at Tomoyo at her distressed state. "Tomoyo-chan, are you okay?"
Almost startled at someone mentioning her name, Tomoyo looked up and met her colleague's gaze. "I'm fine, Midaichi-san, and thank you for your concern," she said with a faint hint of a smile. Not exactly reassured, Taro continued his work, knowing when she doesn't want to be disturbed. With a sigh, she herself returned to work. Just then, the phone on her desk rang loudly and the noise penetrated her skull. "Ow, there has got to be a button on here that sets the volume on this cursed thing," she whispered before picking up the phone. "Hello, this is Kana-Hiiragizawa firm and Daidouji Tomoyo speaking, may I help you?" she answered with her professional tone.
There was a long silence before a response came from the other end of the line. However, upon hearing the voice, Tomoyo's heart practically stopped. "Daidouji-san? This is Kaho Mizuki. Do you remember me? It's been so long! I didn't even know you worked here! Well, I'm sure you're all very busy, but if you don't mind telling Eriol-kun that I left my lipstick in his house last night and needs his keys to get in, that'd be great."
Tomoyo could sense the fake enthusiasm in her voice. After registering what the older woman just said, she could barely keep her eyes from watering. However, with her best effort to maintain a stable voice, she succeeded. "Oh, Mizuki-san! Yea, it has been a while. Of course I'll deliver the message. After all, what are secretaries for? Well, I've really got to go, but I'll see you around, I'm sure." Without even waiting for another word, she hung up the phone.
Grabbing the pile of files on her desk, she knocked on Eriol's door after taking a deep breath. When she heard the cold reply, she walked in to see him sitting at his computer typing rapidly. "Uh. the files-"
"Just put them on the desk," he cut her off before she could even finish the sentence. However, she still followed his order and stood there patiently and obediently afterwards. "Yes?" She noted the impatience in his voice and the dramatic change of attitude that radiated from him.
Gathering up the courage and making sure that she wouldn't burst into tears, she bravely stepped forward. "Mizuki-san was on the phone and she just wanted me to tell you that she left her lipstick at your apartment last night and needs to get your keys to get it back." She wanted to collapse right then and there and just cry her eyes out, but instead she burst out of the room.
Upon seeing her exit the room, Taro looked up suspiciously and could see the noticeable trembling of her body. Without a word, she ran towards the bathroom of that floor. Immediately, he ran after her, noticing something wrong, but not before glaring at his boss' door for a quick second. Running past the receptionist's desk, he was just in time to see Ayako-san walk out from behind her desk to chase after her friend. Without second thought, they both barged into the ladies' room.
There, they found Tomoyo lying on the long, velvet couch with her head buried against the crossed arms that were rested on the arm of the couch. It matched the burgundy color scheme of the room that gave off a rose- scent. Seeing her in her distressed state, Taro immediately crouched down next to her and took her head in his arms. "It's going to be okay," he didn't know what happened, but he would surely found out. For now, this was the best he can do.
"Yea, tell us what's wrong, Tomoyo-chan," Ayako said, also concerned. Tomoyo was one of the brightest people she knew and seeing her like this crushed her. However, the only response she received was the shake of her head buried against Taro's chest for support.
After a moment of just sitting, Tomoyo's sobs died down. "It's nothing, I was just worried about Kara. that's all." She knew that Ayako and Taro wouldn't buy her half-baked excuse, but she knew that they wouldn't pry into her business either.
Right when she was about to pull away from Taro's embrace, an icy voice sounded from the door. "What do you think you're doing?"
* * *
"Tomoyo-chan," he whispered. Eriol felt ultimately guilty when he saw the way Tomoyo fled from the scene. After a quick recap, he realized what she'd just found out. So if she was upset about it, that must mean that she has feelings for him, right? But then, her and Syaoran.
He decided afterwards that he could care less. As long as they weren't together now, he could learn to accept their daughter. Perhaps it was just an accident. That's it, an accident. But how can something like this be an accident? He shook his head and was determined. 'That doesn't matter anymore. I've found her again and that's all that matters.' With that thought, he dashed out of his own office in search for the angel of his heart.
He was puzzled when he didn't see her at her desk. Then he realized that a bunch of people were also missing. His assistant, his receptionist. What's going on? He was just about to run into an elevator to chase after them when he heard something coming from the opened door of the ladies' room. Being as noiseless as he could, he approached the doorframe and was crushed by what he saw.
She was still gorgeous as always, with her hair spread out over the velvet couch. The slit of her knee length dark gray skirt ran up to her mid-thigh, exposing a good amount of leg. Her face was decorated with a blush caused by the tears that were streaming down her face. Her peach colored lips pouted from her sobs and her amethyst eyes sparkled even more than before. The thing that made his blood boil was that she was in the arms of another man. Was she that intolerant to loneliness? "What do you think you're doing?" he said in the iciest tone he could gather.
"Hiiragizawa-san, we were. just talking," Ayako was the first to speak up. They'd all froze at the coldness of his voice. Taro was about to release the anger boiling in his blood when he felt a soft hand on his arm. Without another word, he stepped passed his boss and returned to his desk, still fuming furiously. Staring helplessly at her friend, Ayako left the room also, but not before receiving a grateful nod from Tomoyo.
"That was quite a gathering you had here, Daidouji-san," Eriol said with a glare. His anger dissipated, however, when he found her staring emotionlessly into space. Sadness and pity replaced the fury that had raged through his blood just seconds ago. He sat down on the couch beside her and was about to comfort her with an arm around her shoulder when she suddenly stood up.
She'd been thinking about the past again. The way his eyes used to blaze with passion, and the tenderness that emanated from his touch. She could feel the warmth of his embrace and smell the rich scented cologne on his perfectly ironed shirts. Almost smiling with a sigh, she snapped herself back to realize when she realized exactly how close Eriol was to her at that moment. All she knew was, too close. Immediately standing up with an apologetic look, she scurried out of the room after saying that it would never happen again.