Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. *sniffle*
Author(ess)'s notes: I sincerely apologise for the extremely late update of this chapter of Blind Faith, as well as for its length, and I'm sure that there will be more apologies to come, with regards to tardy updates in the future. I would also like to express heartfelt apologies to those who have been waiting to read the new installment of this story. Inspiration is lacking in this aspect and I've had to cope with my intensely heavy workload so as to prepare for the upcoming 'O' Level exams. It might not sound like perfectly good excuse at this point in time, but it's the truth. *nervous laugh* I do intend, however to finish this story, by hook or by crook, at least I hope to, if circumstances allow. Until then, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter of Blind Faith, though I deem it to be more of a teaser than anything else.
Blind Faith
-Chapter Three-
"Hiiragizawa-kun" The words were whispered on a tone of utter disbelief.
A deep throaty laugh was the only reply, and Tomoyo vaguely listened to Nakuru, talking animatedly in her ear about their trip back to Tomoeda, the weather, and how many times she managed to get 'Suppi-chan' off the chandelier and into the sugar bowl.
He was here, and there was no denying it. His presence was undeniable, and she blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"Why?" A pause. Then he spoke thoughtfully.
"Well, I'd imagine it first started out when Nakuru came home one day from Harrods with the largest box of chocolates I've ever seen. That was why he was clinging onto the chandelier in the first place."
"No," she stifled a laugh, "Not that. Why are you back in Tomoeda?" A peal of laughter came from Nakuru.
"Isn't it obvious, Tomoyo-chan?" She said matter-of-factly. "Everyone knows that Tomoeda has the best sweets. Even I know that." The only answer to that was a remark made by Spinel about crazy cross-dressers whose lifetime hobby was ruining the lives of others, which promptly earned him a pillow flying in his direction. Tomoyo did not know whether to laugh or pity the poor animal at Nakuru's mercy.
"Which is why," Nakuru continued as she picked up the dazed cat, "I am going to bring Suppi-chan out now, so we can relive the joy of Tomoeda desserts! Ahh~ the joy of it all! I can't wait! What about you, Suppi-chan? Can you hear those delectable delicacies calling out to you?" Without waiting for the reply, she stuffed the outraged animal into her bag, and looked over her shoulder as she headed out the door.
"Of course, Tomoyo-chan, that doesn't mean that I'm not going to visit Touya-kun or Yukito-san, you understand. As important as they are, those enticing sweets shall always have priority. Eriol-sama, you needn't worry about me. I'll take good care of Suppi-chan, and we'll get lots and lots of sweets for you, won't we, Suppi-chan?" Following that, the door slammed shut, leaving Tomoyo wondering if it had been left hanging by its hinges.
She smiled. It had been a long times since they were together. Three years, four, longer? She couldn't recall. He sounded the same, yet different, and he was here. That was when the object of her attentions interrupted her train of thought.
"Now that they're out of the way," he said, voice laced with amusement, "how have you been, Daidouji-san?"
"I've been faring quite well, Hiiragizawa-kun, though life could be better. I am glad that you are back in Tomoeda though," she said laughingly. And though she could not see, Eriol's eyes darkened with sorrow as he looked over her once, twice, assessing her. The bandages were wrapped tightly around her arms, all the way down to her fingers. And the ones covering her eyes.
"How are you really, Daidouji-san?" he pressed on. Tomoyo did not reply. Merely turned her head away from him. He reached out to touch her face, turning her head back to face him Unnerved by this sudden change in atmosphere, she remained silent.
"You've changed, Daidouji-san." He said quietly.
"You've changed too." She replied. His hands touched hers, bringing them up to his face.
"How well do you know me, Daidouji-san?" he enquired of her.
"I. I-I'm not entirely sure. Not a lot, I suppose."
"We've never really been friends, have we?"
"N-No."
"Shall we be friends?"
A pause.
"Yes, I'd like that."
His hands were holding hers ever so gently, now, for fear of hurting her. Bringing them up to his face, he asked her solemnly.
"Then let me show you who I am, Daidouji-san."
-End of Chapter Three-
Completed: Sunday, 2nd November 2003
*notes: As I mentioned earlier, I am truly sorry that it was so short. I shall contrive to make the next chapter longer, and it'll probably come in near the beginning of December. So till then, adieu.
Author(ess)'s notes: I sincerely apologise for the extremely late update of this chapter of Blind Faith, as well as for its length, and I'm sure that there will be more apologies to come, with regards to tardy updates in the future. I would also like to express heartfelt apologies to those who have been waiting to read the new installment of this story. Inspiration is lacking in this aspect and I've had to cope with my intensely heavy workload so as to prepare for the upcoming 'O' Level exams. It might not sound like perfectly good excuse at this point in time, but it's the truth. *nervous laugh* I do intend, however to finish this story, by hook or by crook, at least I hope to, if circumstances allow. Until then, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter of Blind Faith, though I deem it to be more of a teaser than anything else.
Blind Faith
-Chapter Three-
"Hiiragizawa-kun" The words were whispered on a tone of utter disbelief.
A deep throaty laugh was the only reply, and Tomoyo vaguely listened to Nakuru, talking animatedly in her ear about their trip back to Tomoeda, the weather, and how many times she managed to get 'Suppi-chan' off the chandelier and into the sugar bowl.
He was here, and there was no denying it. His presence was undeniable, and she blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"Why?" A pause. Then he spoke thoughtfully.
"Well, I'd imagine it first started out when Nakuru came home one day from Harrods with the largest box of chocolates I've ever seen. That was why he was clinging onto the chandelier in the first place."
"No," she stifled a laugh, "Not that. Why are you back in Tomoeda?" A peal of laughter came from Nakuru.
"Isn't it obvious, Tomoyo-chan?" She said matter-of-factly. "Everyone knows that Tomoeda has the best sweets. Even I know that." The only answer to that was a remark made by Spinel about crazy cross-dressers whose lifetime hobby was ruining the lives of others, which promptly earned him a pillow flying in his direction. Tomoyo did not know whether to laugh or pity the poor animal at Nakuru's mercy.
"Which is why," Nakuru continued as she picked up the dazed cat, "I am going to bring Suppi-chan out now, so we can relive the joy of Tomoeda desserts! Ahh~ the joy of it all! I can't wait! What about you, Suppi-chan? Can you hear those delectable delicacies calling out to you?" Without waiting for the reply, she stuffed the outraged animal into her bag, and looked over her shoulder as she headed out the door.
"Of course, Tomoyo-chan, that doesn't mean that I'm not going to visit Touya-kun or Yukito-san, you understand. As important as they are, those enticing sweets shall always have priority. Eriol-sama, you needn't worry about me. I'll take good care of Suppi-chan, and we'll get lots and lots of sweets for you, won't we, Suppi-chan?" Following that, the door slammed shut, leaving Tomoyo wondering if it had been left hanging by its hinges.
She smiled. It had been a long times since they were together. Three years, four, longer? She couldn't recall. He sounded the same, yet different, and he was here. That was when the object of her attentions interrupted her train of thought.
"Now that they're out of the way," he said, voice laced with amusement, "how have you been, Daidouji-san?"
"I've been faring quite well, Hiiragizawa-kun, though life could be better. I am glad that you are back in Tomoeda though," she said laughingly. And though she could not see, Eriol's eyes darkened with sorrow as he looked over her once, twice, assessing her. The bandages were wrapped tightly around her arms, all the way down to her fingers. And the ones covering her eyes.
"How are you really, Daidouji-san?" he pressed on. Tomoyo did not reply. Merely turned her head away from him. He reached out to touch her face, turning her head back to face him Unnerved by this sudden change in atmosphere, she remained silent.
"You've changed, Daidouji-san." He said quietly.
"You've changed too." She replied. His hands touched hers, bringing them up to his face.
"How well do you know me, Daidouji-san?" he enquired of her.
"I. I-I'm not entirely sure. Not a lot, I suppose."
"We've never really been friends, have we?"
"N-No."
"Shall we be friends?"
A pause.
"Yes, I'd like that."
His hands were holding hers ever so gently, now, for fear of hurting her. Bringing them up to his face, he asked her solemnly.
"Then let me show you who I am, Daidouji-san."
-End of Chapter Three-
Completed: Sunday, 2nd November 2003
*notes: As I mentioned earlier, I am truly sorry that it was so short. I shall contrive to make the next chapter longer, and it'll probably come in near the beginning of December. So till then, adieu.