You are the One
by: xxshiaznguhxx
DISCLAIMER: okie...here we go again ^-^' I, xxshiaznguhxx, do NOT own CCS, otherwise i wudn't b riting a FANfiction...duh...hehehe
A/N: konnichiwa! oh, the song from the previous chapter is goodbye to you sang by michelle branch. when I heard it on the radio, it sounded so different from the way i first heard it, it was so funny. gomen nasai for the looooooooong update.
WARNING: rambling ahead. go on and read the chapter below if you dont wanna read this.
school recently ended...not really...and i promised myself that was going to work on these stories for you, but it was getting dark outside (rainy). plus, the second i got home, i went to my room and watched movies! shame on me...they are really good movies, actually. five tapes long, each six hours. im almost done watching them. it's about three guy: one who breathes fire, one has three eyes, and one that looks like a bird (with wings and all). it's really funny at some points. anyways, they are fighting in a war against the king and queen because they are very bad. the king is no good. all he does is stare at girls dancing and play. he doesn't really care about his people. his wife is taking an advantage of him with her beauty by putting people that she don't like to death. it's kinda like communism thing in vietnam. if you don't listen or obey your king, he will kill you. something like that. that's what my mom said. also, i'm watching another movie that i already saw before, but just feel like watching it. anyways, i think imma stop talking...er...writing...er...typing. ^__________________________________^ ja!
THE CHAPTER BEGINS HERE:
"Moshi Moshi, Kinomoto's Residence. Sakura Kinomoto speaking."
"Sakura-chan!"
"Tomoyo! How are you?"
"I'm doing great! Guess what?"
"What?"
"I've decided to learn how to play the piano!"
"Wai! How's it in England?"
"It's okay."
"Eh, Tomoyo-chan, oni-chan needs the phone to call his girlfriend."
"Ohohohohohoho. Okay. Ja ne!"
"Ja ne!"
Tomoyo closed her cell phone, sighing. Tomoyo sat by the mirror, taking the brush and softly brushed out the small tangles. She then tied her hair in a lilac ponytail. Tomoyo walked over to her closet, taking out a lilac tank-top and blue flared jeans. Grabbing a white thin jacket, Tomoyo walked downstairs and outside to catch a taxi.
"TAXI!!!!" Tomoyo called.
A yellow car approached her and Tomoyo opened the door.
"Where to?" The man asked.
"The Blue Moon." Tomoyo said.
The man said, "Okay."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Thank you." Tomoyo said, giving the man his tip.
Tomoyo looked up at the bar and walked in. Inside was the bartender from yesterday and the same stage she sang on. Tomoyo gave a faint smile at the bartender and told him the song that she was singing. Then, she walked up to the stage and sat on the stool. Yesterday, there weren't a lot of men in the bar, but because Tomoyo worked there, there were many people there.
Tomoyo took the microphone and sighed.
*music starts*
Tomoyo closed her eyes, humming to the song. Then she softly sang, "Take my heart. Take my soul. Uh huh, yeah. Never let me go."
Everybody in the bar looked up at Tomoyo as she began singing.
=Here we are alone again,
In your arms again
And it keeps on getting better
What I don't need
To read your mind
Cause when I look in your eyes
I can almost see forever=
*flashback*
Tomoyo sat on a swing next to a black-haired boy, named Yoshino. At first, he was just a new student in class that needed guidance around school. Tomoyo reluctantly became his guide, but began developing feelings for him as well. She would first think that he was just like the boys in her past, but he turn out to be the exact opposite. It began with the little things, such as going to the library to help with homework, going to each other's house for projects, and things like that. Then, they began to become close friends. Tomoyo and Yoshino would pretend to be innocent and joke among friends that they were a couple. But something in Tomoyo's heart wanted that joke to be real.
The sun was setting that day and Tomoyo wanted to tell Yoshino how she truly felt. Even though she told her first boyfriend, David, that she loved him, she couldn't find the words to tell Yoshino how she felt.
Yoshino looked at Tomoyo's confused face and asked, "What's wrong, Tomoyo-chan? Are you thinking about your ex-boyfriends?"
Yes. It was true. She was thinking about them. Thoughts led to other thoughts. First she thought about her love confession to Yoshino, then those meaningful words wasted on David, then the thought of what he did to her, and what she did to get back at him.
Tomoyo had previously told Yoshino everything about her past and Yoshino did too. They were that close. They could understand what the other was thinking, simply by looking at their facial expressions or differences in body movements.
Tomoyo looked at Yoshino and nodded.
Yoshino asked, "Remember what I told you last time?"
"You told me to be strong and stop mourning about the past." Tomoyo said, smiling.
They both said at the same time, "What's past is past."
Yoshino nodded. "Come on, it's late. I'll drive you home."
*flash ends*
Tomoyo sniffed as she sang. Everybody was looking around, asking why she was crying.
=But before you go too far,
Before I fall too fast,
Baby, you should know
Why I need love that's gonna last
You gotta promise to be here
Through the laughter and the tears
Let me know that you're my everyday, every night=
*flashback*
Tomoyo sat quietly in the car as Yoshino focused on the road. =Is this real? Or is he just like them?= Tomoyo turned to look at Yoshino who took a glance at her, while smiling. Tomoyo shook her head. =Iie, it has to be real.=
She shook her head again. =That's exactly what I thought about David. Is Yoshino going to be like him? Sees another pretty girl, takes one glance at me, and takes off with her?=
Tomoyo held her head, shaking it furiously. =I don't want that feeling again. I don't want to be sad or broken hearted.= Tears were falling on her face, as the memories of being left behind struck her heart. Tomoyo felt the car stop and a hand lightly resting on her shoulder.
Tomoyo looked up at Yoshino, who had concern in his eyes. "Tomoyo, what's wrong? There's something else going on."
Tomoyo shook her head, "I-It's nothing."
"You're lying. I can tell."
"Please, I just want to go home. I'm tired." Tomoyo said.
*flash ends*
Tomoyo had tears flowing down her cheeks.
The wind was whispering in her ears, "It's your fault. You could have waited until you were home, but no, you had to tell him."
Who knew that those three small words with such powerful meaning could kill someone? She remembered now, even though she tried to drown it out last year. She was fidgeting on the car, debating whether or not he was the one. Was he like them or someone made especially for her? Then, she remembered all the times they were together. He was a good friend who supported her just like Sakura. But that was it. He supported her only like the way a brother was to a sister. But she didn't know. She only knew what was in her heart. The feeling of loving someone but not be loved back was painful enough. But why? Why did they take him away from her? Once those words slipped her lips, he looked at her in a confused way. But then, after a few seconds, he explained it all to her. "Gomen nasai..." That's all she heard and will ever hear from Yoshino. Because at that very second, a loud horn was heard and then a crash...
Tomoyo suddenly burst into tears while singing on the stage. "G-Gomen nasai. G-Gomen."
Tomoyo picked up her purse and ran out of the bar.
The crowd whispered, "What's wrong with her? Why was she crying?"
Tomoyo ran into an empty alley next to the Blue Moon, breathing hard. Her eyes were red and filled with tears. With nowhere to go, Tomoyo grabbed a taxi to go to Nakuru.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Tomoyo!" Nakuru exclaimed, seeing the sad look on Tomoyo. "What happened?"
Tomoyo sniffed, "May I come in?"
"Sure! Of course. Silly me." Nakuru said, slightly giggling.
Nakuru and Tomoyo walked to the living room. Tomoyo sat on the couch and Nakuru sat across from her.
Tomoyo sniffed, "I'm sorry. But a lot of things has happened in my life, and I just can't deal with it anymore."
"Then forget about it. Don't think about the past. Think about the present." Nakuru said.
"It's easier said then done." Tomoyo said, getting a tissue from her purse.
Nakuru sighed, "Okay, then, tell me about it."
Tomoyo said, "When I was in high school, I was in love with a boy named David. I actually thought that he was the one. We had been dating for about two years. When prom night came, he never showed up. Instead, he went to the prom with another girl. When he tried to explain it to me the next day, it became worse. So, we broke up. Then, I went out with another boy to get back at David. Huy was very sweet and nice. But as I dated him, he started acting weird and aloof to me. Then, I realized that he had been dating someone else while dating me. She told him to stop dating me, and he did. There weren't many dates after that. Then-"
Tomoyo paused, tears falling down again.
"You don't have to talk about it." Nakuru said.
"But I want to..." Tomoyo sobbed.
Nakuru sat there, tears forming in her eyes, as Tomoyo told her about Yoshino. Tomoyo told Nakuru that she thought that things were getting better ever since she met Yoshino. That her life finally had a reason. But, Tomoyo started crying hard when she got to the accident. Nakuru hugged Tomoyo as she cried.
"It's okay." Nakuru whispered.
"But it's not! If it wasn't for me, I-" Tomoyo cried.
Nakuru said, "What's past is past, Tomoyo."
Tomoyo's eyes widen. What's past is past. Those words echoed in her mind. =Yoshino was trying to tell me to stop mourning about the past, and I should move on.=
"Tomoyo?" Nakuru said, waving her head in front of Tomoyo's face.
Tomoyo looked at Nakuru. Tears stopped falling after hearing those words.
"Are you okay?" Nakuru asked.
Tomoyo smiled and hugged Nakuru. "Thank you. Thank you for being my friend."
Nakuru smiled, "It was nothing. Come one. Let's talk about other things so that you won't be sad anymore."
Tomoyo sniffed, "Well, I've recently decided to learn how to play the piano. But, I haven't had the time to look for a teacher."
Nakuru clapped her hand, "Really?! Eriol knows how to play. Maybe you can ask him!"
"But would he be okay with that? I've haven't seen him around lately." Tomoyo said.
Nakuru's face saddened. "Eriol recently went somewhere this morning."
"Where?"
"I'm not sure. But I think he was going to a funeral. He was wearing a black suit and was awfully sad. He wouldn't even eat breakfast-oops." Nakuru covered her mouth. =Shoot, she's gonna think that I come here 24/7!=
Tomoyo looked at Nakuru mysteriously, "Are you sure you two are not a couple? You seem to be really close to him."
Nakuru chuckled nervously, "It's nothing. We're just cousins!"
"Really? Why didn't you say so in the first place?" Tomoyo said.
Nakuru eyed Tomoyo, "Tomoyo, were you jealous?"
Tomoyo blushed, "N-No. What makes you think that?"
"You were just about to explode. It's like Eriol is cheating on you." Nakuru said, giggling. "If not then, why are you stammering and blushing?"
Tomoyo placed her hands on her cheeks, "Well, I was confused with you and Eriol. It just seemed strange, that's all. Plus, you were all weird about it."
"When?" Nakuru asked, smiling.
"You talk fast about things such as knowing Eriol's house so well, borrowing his car, bringing out his food, and coming here early in the morning. It's like you're his maid. What kind of person makes his cousin a maid?" Tomoyo asked, rambling.
Nakuru smiled, "I try to help Eriol in anyway in his recent break up with his girlfriend. I just help around the house. And I guess, I got use to it."
"Really? How long have you've been here to get use to working for him?"
Nakuru blushed, "Um, nice weather we're having today, huh? Have you seen the cherry tree in his front yard? It's beautiful! Come on!" Nakuru pulled Tomoyo's hand.
Tomoyo shook her head, smiling. Deciding to demise it, she ran along with Nakuru.
*hours later*
Tomoyo pulled out her small wallet full of pictures. "I carry this around and look at it when I feel a little homesick."
Nakuru took the wallet and looked at the pictures. The first picture that Nakuru saw was a picture of a woman with short brown hair.
"That's my mom."
"Oh."
Tomoyo pointed out everybody's pictures. Sakura and Syaoran...Chiharu and Takashi...Rika and Terada...a small class picture...Tomoyo and Sakura...individual pictures of Syaoran, Sakura, Chiharu, Takashi, Rika, and herself...Touya...
"Who's he?" Nakuru asked, pointing at black-haired man in his late twenties.
Tomoyo smiled, "That's Sakura's brother."
"Oh really?" Nakuru said.
"Whose this?" Nakuru asked.
Tomoyo face saddened. "Yoshino."
Nakuru frowned. =She still keeps a picture of him.= Nakuru quickly put a smile on and continued looking at the pictures.
When Nakuru flipped to the next picture, she saw a small picture of a "stuffed animal." He was yellow with big ears, representing a small lion.
"Geez, I didn't know you took pictures of stuff animals too." Nakuru said, smiling.
Tomoyo giggled, "That's Kero."
Nakuru's eyes were wide when Tomoyo pointed out Kero. "Kero? Keroberoes?"
Tomoyo looked at Nakuru, "You know him?"
Nakuru quickly shook her head, "Umm...I...read about a mystical lion...in one of Eriol's books before." =I can't let her know about Clow Reed.=
"Really?" Tomoyo asked. =Think, Think. Make up something.= "I read about him once, too. I thought that he was kind of cute, so I made a stuffed animal like him and gave it to Sakura."
"Oh."
Nakuru quickly stood up when she heard the door slowly open. "Eriol-kun!"
Eriol walked solemnly towards the stairs, ignoring Nakuru's greetings.
"Guess who's here, Eriol." Nakuru said, smiling.
Eriol stopped to look at Nakuru, pretending to be interested.
"Tomoyo!" Nakuru exclaimed.
Eriol looked beyond Nakuru's shoulders and saw Tomoyo sitting in his living room.
Eriol said quietly, "It was nice of you to come today, Daidouji. However, I'm not feeling very well and have no wish to entertain visitors. Please gather your things and leave. I hope you can understand." With that said, he continued to go up the stairs.
Nakuru frowned at Eriol and walked over to Tomoyo, who was picking up her purse and putting it over her shoulders.
"I'm sorry." Nakuru said.
"For what?" Tomoyo asked, smiling.
Nakuru answered, "Because Eriol made you leave."
Tomoyo shook her head. "I can understand that he wasn't happy. I was like him once. However, he was more polite than I was," Tomoyo said, giggling.
Nakuru smiled, "Then, you're not mad?"
"Of course not. I wasn't offended." Tomoyo said, smiling. "Ja."
"Ja." Nakuru said, leading Tomoyo to the door.
His mind was full of chambers and secrets, and he was trapped in it. Today, he felt a part of him sliced up into a thousand pieces and thrown faraway. It was not enough that she left his heart once, but she had to leave his soul, never to return to him or this world. He felt lost, trapped in his own world and doomed forever to wander in dark, dangerous corners. And now, he felt a twinge in his heart. This feeling that was once lost was miraculously brought back to life by another soul. Somehow, no matter how hard he tried or what happened in the past, he felt fate pulled the strings closer between him and another person. But is this too fast? Or was it destiny that he found his true soul mate after experiencing pain? But who, who is his true destiny?
And now, he looked beyond his window, his only safe gateway to the real world. He saw a familiar girl with raven hair depart in a taxi. This same girl that he told to leave. This same girl that he met in the park. The one with the childish laugh that could make you forget that you were in pain...her angelic face, which was created especially by the gods in heaven...her soft voice...the voices of angels when she sang at the club, where he met her the second time. But at the same time, she was a lost soul, like him. Each failure of finding true love stabbed her heart, breaking it down like fragments of glass. It seemed that she was the only one that understood that he was in pain when he told her to leave. She just...smiled...
A/N: Wow, I haven't wrote like that in a long time. I'm talking about the last two paragraphs. I think I was actually rambling, typing anything that comes to mind. But is it good or bad rambling? I think I'm rambling right now...hehehe today must be Rambling Day. If anybody doesn't understand what I was rambling about in the last two paragraphs, just tell me and I'll put a translation in the next chapter.