Note: Hi everyone! Sorry for making you wait for the sequel. Hope you guys didn't give up on me! :D You see, I have other sequels I have to write, I should have written one at least so I wouldn't have to worry about the others ones. Anywayz, this story now will revolve around Tomoyo and her whole summer trip. This is different from the other one because this will be in Tomoyo's P.O.V. and it will later on switch to Eriol's P.O.V.











Summary: Tomoyo's summer trip to England continues, but with Syaoran and Sakura gone to China, she is stuck to go alone. Although with the thought of Jiro gone, she is unaware that his nephew, yes the one you met on the last chapter, is now taking over the family 'business.' He is determined to get the black book back, one that Jiro created, even if it means taking an unsuspecting Tomoyo hostage... Yikes! A continuing story full of adventure and romance in England for our two love birds, Tomoyo and Eriol.









Sacred Heart









Chapter 1 - A Shojou Story?









I couldn't believe it! It was here! The ticket that I have waited weeks for was resting in the palm of my hands, along with a letter of apology, telling me they were sorry for taking so long to send the ticket. They explained that there were a lot of people who ordered tickets to England. Boy, England must be a very popular summer hang out for all tourists!

"Tomoyo!" I hear someone call. I was thinking it was my okasan, so I looked up and smiled, waving the ticket in the air as if it was a pot of gold. However, when I did, I realized that it wasn't my mother. It was Misaki, approaching me with a smile on her face. She sat down beside me on one of the lounge chairs and gave me another smile. "I just came by to say hello!"

Misaki attended a summer school in Odaiba. She couldn't pass English because, to her opinion, the 'teacher was not good enough.' I don't know what she complained about. Aida-sensei was a good teacher from the beginning. I wanted to defend her, but chose not to, since Misaki was sensitive about those kinds of subjects. She was the type that when being argued, she had to be the one to win. "What are you doing here?" I asked her. I removed my sun glasses from my nose and lifted them up to rest them on my head. "I thought you had school?" I put my ticket and the letter back inside the white envelope.

The girl shrugged, lifting her feet from the ground and made herself more comfortable on the lounge chair. "I have at least an hour break right now, so I thought I should visit my old friend here."

"You're skipping class aren't you?" I spoke, putting my glasses back on my nose. I turned away from her and focused my attention on the clean, blue pool that did nothing but sit still. I wish Eriol was here with me right now, but why am I complaining? I was going to England soon enough.

"So, what time is your flight?" Misaki asked suddenly. I looked up at her and instinctively furrowed my eyebrows. Typical Misaki to change the subject so quickly. She obviously saw my ticket to England. I leaned my head back on the chair and sighed.

"Five in the morning," I simply replied. I closed my eyes, imagining myself getting off the airplane, while Eriol waited for me at the platform. I run to him and he runs to me and we meet in a loving embrace. That thought just made me giddy so much that I hadn't realized that I had smiled right in front of Misaki.

Misaki giggled. "Wow, you must be REALLY excited to see him."

I opened my eyes and smiled again, nodding my head in satisfaction. "You wouldn't believe it, Misaki. He had the nicest kiss any guy I have ever dated. Well, any guy that I wished I dated, but never got a chance to. Although, I know that they can never compare to Eriol's kiss."

"Isn't that sweet, you're sounding more like a high school girl all over again having a crush on a typical high school boy. Oh, sweet shojou mangas!" Misaki clapped her hands together and batted her eyelashes, pretending to be one of those God-forsaken girls who, for all their lives, spend their time drooling over the guy of their dreams, even though they can never get them. However, it was obvious, that the heroine, end up being with the main guy and it of course, ended with a happy ending.

"Don't you dare compare me to them," I spoke, pretending to be angry, but I couldn't be angry at Misaki. I knew it was true all along. Most girls live in a world of Shojou Mangas, so was I. It was natural really to get a crush on the guy, while you spend you time thinking about it, because you know, your life revolves around this guy. But the thing was, he will never ever notice you and then when some 'certain' things happen, like coincidental things like how your mother was marrying his father and then you get to know each other at that point. How romantic! I laughed, thinking about that. I read too much Marmalade Boy. No matter how lame their love story was, it still got my interest. Must be because of the bishounen characters in it. Okay, so I admit, I wasn't like them... almost not like them.

"Tomoyo darling, I prepared lunch for you!" I heard my mother call. I stood up slowly, carefully picked up my envelope from my lap and looked at Misaki, who had already fallen asleep on the lounge chair, underneath the sun, wearing long jeans and a sweater... Seriously, the girl needs a sense of summer style, I thought to myself. I leaned over and woke her up from her short nap, telling her it was time for lunch. Misaki jumped back in alarm, startled by me and nodded, as if she heard what I said. She followed me to the kitchen quietly and we both sat down on the dining room table, while my mother gave us each a plate with hot dogs on them.

Curiously, I looked up at my mother. "Where is Mizuno-san?"

My mother smiled and pointed her thumb towards the living room. Mizuno-san popped her head from behind the wall and smiled. "Hai, Tomoyo-san?"

Okay, I was convinced that Mizuno-san was somewhere else, but one thing that got me. Why was my mother making lunch? I shouldn't be curious, but are the hot dogs safe for eating? The last time my mother cooked was when she tried making chicken soup and the soup ended up being so thick that I couldn't even see the chicken on it. "Mother, is it safe for us to eat this?" I felt a slight pat on my shoulder and I looked up to find my mother smiling at me.

"Of course it is, you silly girl! Mizuno-san helped me!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. There was one thing I liked about Mizuno-san...she knew how to cook, then again I knew too, but when I was in high school, I hadn't had time to make lunch for myself, because I would usually wake up an hour before school and then I had to take a shower and eat breakfast. The only time I made food was for special occassions, such as my friends' birthdays or Meiling's anniversaries with her boy friend. Mizuno made the perfect ham sandwich. I never got tired of eating them every lunch break. Giving up, I put the hot dog in my mouth and started eating. Right now, I was too excited about England that I told myself I shouldn't think too much. Lately I HAVE been thinking too much. Maybe because I sometimes don't want to think about Eriol because if I do, I'll end up missing him even more.This is what I disliked about long distance relationships. But then again, long distance relationships will no longer be a problem when I surprise him with my presence! I smile to myself. How nice it was going to be when I end up in Eriol's arms, while we get lost in each other and in our kiss. Oh, here I go again! Daydreaming!









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"Did you pack everything?"

"Yes."

"Your underwear?"

"Yes."

"Your sweater?"

I paused and looked at her. "It's summer mom."

"Yes, but it IS England and England can get cold in the summer season." She put one of my suitcases, one that was baby blue and one that was my favorite out of all the other suitcases I had in the trunk of the taxi. My mother insisted that I get a ride from our limousine, but I told her it would be too awkward for me to step out of the limousine and then ride a public airline. People would think I was a movie star or something. I told her that, but my mother insisted I also ride the private jet, but I refused. Riding on a jet with only me and a couple of stewardesses was boring. I explained to her I wanted to be where there was a lot of people. It was easier for me that way. Finally after a couple of arguments, she gave up and picked up the phone and dialed the taxi company.

The driver did the same as my mother did, putting everything carefully and neatly placed them inside, then closed the door. I, on the other hand was making myself comfortable in the front passenger seat when I was finished putting my two smaller suitcases at the back seat. I chose to ignore my mother's comments about England's 'cold season' in the summer. "Please do be careful," I heard her say. I rolled down my window and smiled at her. I loved my mom so much, but sometimes she can get a little...too protective of me. I'm eighteen for God-sakes! I am not that elementary girl or the high school girl she knew then.

"Mom, I will be careful. I will! Please don't worry too much about me, it makes ME even nervous!" I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Good bye okasan, see you in two months, ne?"

My mother nodded as I rolled my window back up. She stepped aside to make more room for the taxi to back away from the drive way. I waved good bye to her and to Mizuno-san who gave me a beautiful smile, before the taxi took me away from their sight. It would be another forty five minutes to get to the airport, but I for one, am not really in a hurry. Taking out my novel from my shoulder bag, I opened it to the last chapter I read and began reading and for the rest of those forty five minutes, I didn't talk to the taxi driver, nor did he talk to me. Usually, drivers talked to their passengers to get extra money from them, but for this man, he knew I was already rich enough so he didn't need to pawn his way into thinking I should pay him more. Guess again, mr. driver, I thought. I shouldn't be thinking bad thoughts about any people, but that was my habit. I like to think about things and critisize about them. That was me! Wink! Wink! My thoughts went back to Eriol, my mind wandering away from my novel and to his lovely face. He knew who I was. He saw the real 'me' inside and he never gave up on me. He never gave up on me when Jiro played with my mind, that one moment where I was breaking down inside, as if the walls around me were whitering away from my rain of tears. Eriol never gave up on me for that. He plastered the walls back up and defended me from myself. No wonder I love him so much. I blushed at the thought of that word. Love. I never told him I loved him. "Maybe I will," I said out loud, unaware that the taxi driver had heard it. He turned to me and I turned to him. We both ended up looking at each other. I grinned. "I'm meeting a guy," I said.

The taxi driver nodded and said nothing after that.

The ride from Highway 36 to the airport was quieter than the ride from my driveway to the highway. We finally made it to the airport and as I slowly got out of the car, the driver also made his way out and helped me get the two large suitcases from the trunk. I took out my two smaller bags from the backseat, slung the shoulder bag on my shoulder and clicked the handle of the other luggage open and dragged it along. The driver helped me carry the two luggages inside the building, where a bellboy was waiting for me. They must have seen the taxi park near the driveway, I thought. The large luggages were placed on the luggage cart, while I carried the small ones and as the bellboy pushed them towards my waiting aisle, I followed him there, to the right aisle number I was suppose to be. I told him to go there, even though it was still three hours until my flight. Oh well, at least I get to read my novel while I waited.









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She sat in a sea of wild flowers just gleaming at her with their beautiful colors. He comes riding towards her on a white horse, his face covered with the silver armor and stops right in front of her. She stood up quickly and waited for him. Slowly, he got off the horse and looked at her, while her approached him quietly. The girl placed a hand on a cheek full of silver and smiled. "What took you so long, my Knight?" she asked.

The Knight removed his armor, revealing his handsome face and without the glasses he usually wore. He smiled at her and pulled her for a kiss. The kiss lasted longer than she thought and it felt more enticing than the other noble men who had kissed her in the past. She knew they couldn't be together. She was a Princess, while he...He was a Knight, sworn protector of the King. She was the daughter of the King, a forbidden treasure that was must never be touched as long as the key was of 'Royal birth.' She knew it was wrong, but she loved him, oh how she loved him! No one can come between them. "I will always be here for you, my Princess," he whispered in her ear.

She closed my eyes and smiled, tears falling from her eyes. She knew now that they have to depart. A war was raging on and she knew that he would one day be in the hands of Death. She had to let him go now, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't. She kept her arms around him and buried her face in his chest and wept. "Why does this have to happen to us?"

He rubbed her hair with his gloved hand and kissed her on the forehead. "Hush now, you will not cry. We cannot change what fate has brought us. All we can do is believe that we will be together again."

She nodded. She believes that they will be together again, she thought to herself. "I believe we will be together again."

"I believe we will be together again," he repeated. He pulled her away from him slowly and moved a hand to the pocket of his tunic inside the armor and took out a beautiful, golden necklace. The necklace contained a charm shaped like a-





FLIGHT 101 TO LONDON, ENGLAND IS NOW BOARDING. COULD ALL PASSENGERS PLEASE ASSEMBLE AT AISLE 23. I REPEAT, FLIGHT 101 TO LONDON, ENGLAND IS NOW BOARDING. COULD ALL PASSENGERS PLEASE ASSEMBLE AT AISLE 23? THANK YOU.

I opened my eyes, awakened by the sound of the booming voice. Did I just have a dream? I dreamt that I was the Princess...wasn't I? Tiredly, I picked up my bags from the ground and slowly pushed my luggage cart to Aisle 23. I had no idea that I was really tired. It would be another few minutes until I could get inside the airplane and sit down and finally relax and read my book. When I got inside I was surpised to find many people sitting there. Okay, so it was seat 205.... I walked across the aisle, looking for my seat and when I found it, I stuffed my two small bags in the compartment above my head and took my seat quietly, waiting patiently for the plane to take off.









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I don't know how long the ride was, but all I knew is that I made it here in England alive. I had an interesting ride, because the man who sat beside me, maybe around my age was interesting to talk to. I think he had a little bit of a crush on me and yeah I think he was handsome, but he just met me and I am in love with someone else. There goes that word again...I've been saying it a lot lately. Like I said before, I've read too many shojou comics.

When I stepped down from that airplane, I took a deep breath and felt the cool wind sweep my dark hair behind me. It was cold, but not too cold to force me to button up my jacket. It was a little over average between hot and cold. First, I had to go get my bags and then get a cab and have the driver drive me down to the address I copied from Eriol's envelope, so I didn't have to ask him for the address, since I am surprising him with my presence. I looked down at the necklace he gave me and smiled to myself. I was close to meeting him, finally!

So, I went to get my luggages, after taking a sighting of the beautiful scenery of London's famous clock towers, the Big Ben and the tall, tour buses that contained two levels. It would be nice to ride one of those, but right now, I had to get on the task before I go sight seeing for buildings. I didn't travel far towards the front gate of the airport and it was lucky for me that there were tons of taxis to choose from, just waiting outside the building. I approached one closest to me and smiled at the driver and spoke in my best english voice. "Hello, sir, could you please take me to this address?" I showed him the paper with Eriol's apartment address on it.

The man looked to be in his early thirties, with dark brown hair and green eyes. If it weren't for the unattractive orange hat on his head, the man could have been very handsome. He looked at me and nodded. "Sure, luv!" he replied, winking at me. He hopped out of the car and helped me with my luggages, then unlocked the passenger door. With all of my suitcases safely inside the taxi, I jumped inside and smiled at the man. "You're meeting someone from this place or something?"

That question threw me off track. I blushed at that as I looked down on the floor shyly. "Um...well, yes, I am actually," I replied. This was the first time a taxi driver has ever spoken to me. The one from Japane barely said a word. People from London sure are friendly!

The taxi driver smiled, showing a set of beautiful teeth, then tipped his cap at me as kind gesture. "Well, he is lucky to have you then!" he said. I looked up with more confidence, finding him winking at me. I blushed an even crimson red. He laughed at that, but I felt it was his way of being kind to me, so I smiled back. "That place looks like a tough place to find, but don't you worry about it, luv, I'm good at finding places!"

I smiled and bowed, breathing a sigh of relief. "Oh thank you, sir!"

The man winked again. "No problem! And hey, the name's Ike Daniels! You don't need to call me anything other than Ike!"

"Oh okay!" I said, smiling again. "Thank you very much, Ike!"

The man smiled back. This was going to be easier than I thought!









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It was hours now since we last left the airport. I was really embarrassed when Ike had to wake me up because I had fallen asleep on the passenger seat. He was so kind and just plain generous. When I asked him I had to stop to go to the bathroom, he kindly offered to take me to a cleaner restaurant so I could use the bathroom there and did not charge me extra money for extra minutes on the ride. He also paid for the food that I wanted to buy, since I didn't have any London money. He was so generous, I wish there was a way to repay him.

"Oh yeah, there is!" Ike spoke up, as if reading my mind. I glanced at him. How did he read my mind? I edged a bit closer to the door, my hip touching the doorknob, ready to jump out. "Hey, hey don't be scared now! I offered you a free ride didn't I? I also paid for your food! So, I think you should give something to me."

"What's that?" I felt my throat going dry. I knew this was too good to be true.

"I mean, the truth is, I don't know where that address is. Heck, I'm not even from here! I'm from where you were!" He looked up at me, his eyes changed from a kind face into a menacing one. I grabbed the door handle, but as I pulled, it was locked. I jerked my head towards the lock, then pulled it with all my might, but it was no use. The lock must be operated near the taxi driver.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, tears falling from my eyes.

"If you give me it, I won't have to hurt you!" He spoke, leaning a bit closer to me so I could smell the breath of onion rings in his mouth.

"What are you talking about?" I felt my heart pound against my skin. Why did I have to trust strangers like him? My mom always told me NOT to talk to strangers, but did I listen? NO! Uggh! How can I be so stupid?!

"Yes, how can you be SO STUPID?!" He yelled.

How can he read my mind?

"Don't you get it yet? Don't I remind you of someone you know?!" He removed his cap and looked at me, revealing short brown hair and piercing green eyes. "He was my uncle! Not only was he my uncle, he was my mentor, my idol, my God! He created the greatest creation ever! One that surpassed every invention any stupid man had created. Where is it?!"

"You're crazy!" I said, turning around to knock on the window, hoping someone could hear me.

The man laughed. "It's not use, Tomoyo! You're in a secluded place, in an alley where there is no hope for you of getting out! Hand me the Black Book!"

"What black book?"

"Don't lie to me! I know you have it!" He grabbed my hand from letting it pound on the window. I felt my wrists being pulled in front of me and as I opened my eyes I saw his eyes raging with anger. I couldn't describe the way he was squeezing my wrist so hard. It was far more painful than pain. I unclipped my seat belt and kicked him where it hurts, but he managed to grab hold of my leg, before I could kick him in the face. "My name is Kei!" I heard him say. I was too busy to shuffle my way out that I hadn't heard a single word he said, before I felt something hard hit me in the back of my head.

After that, all I could see was darkness.






































































GoodGurl: Oooh, suspense on the first chapter! Not like me, eh? Well, there will be more surprises coming up! Hope I still have my fans out there that enjoyed the first one! Please r/r thanx! ;)