This is chapter 3 of Tsunami. There isn't a whole lot of action in this one, but I haven't been able to update in a while because of school, so I'm trying to get back into the story. I hope it's not too disappointing. Thanks again to everyone who reviewed the first chapter. Please let me know if you have any ideas for the storyline or suggestions. ^_^
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Tsunami Chapter 3: Jealousy
The Card Captor's stomach growled softly as they stepped out of the elevator into the lobby.
"You can say that again!" a tiny voice said from Sakura's backpack.
"Ssshhhh Kero!" she said as a man waiting for the elevator gave them a strange look. The girls followed the smell of tea and coffee until they found the sunroom where breakfast was being served. They settled down at a small table near the back of the room, and a waiter came over immediately to take their order.
Under the table Kero was quietly humming a song that Sakura recognized from one of the countless video games that he played. There were so many that she couldn't keep track of them all. Lulled by the humming, Sakura stared out the window as the driving rain pelted the already drenched garden. The palm trees seemed to have their heads bowed in submission to the storm, and the once-cheerful tropical flowers looked limp and defeated. A sudden flurry of leaves and dirt swirled up from the ground and scattered against the window directly in front of their table. Although muffled through the glass, the sound was still unsettling for Sakura. She felt almost as if the storm were trying to strike out at her through the window.
"This is terrible, isn't it Sakura?" Tomoyo asked. "I can't believe we came all the way to Hawaii just for it to rain the whole time."
Sakura nodded, still staring out the window as the waiter approached their table with a steaming pot of ginger tea.
"This weather is very unusual," the waiter added, turning over the empty tea cups. "They're saying that it's the worst storm that we've had in… Well, I don't know how many years." The waiter lowered his voice, glancing around at the surrounding tables. "It's no ordinary storm either. They say that it just appeared out of nowhere. The weather radars completely missed it."
The girls looked at each other and then back up at him. Seeing their dismayed expressions, he quickly added, "Oh don't worry. It will probably all blow over by the weekend, and you'll be out on the beach in no time."
The girls didn't look convinced, so he quickly finished pouring the tea and hurried away from the table.
Sakura sank down into her seat and slowly brought the steaming cup to her lips.
"Uh oh. Don't look now, but here come the Gameboy Geeks," Tomoyo rolled her eyes toward the entrance. "And you won't believe what they have on."
Sakura inched her head sideways and casually glanced toward the elevators where Eriol and Syoran were standing. Her green eyes widened as she took in the full effect of the boys' garish Hawaiian print shirts, neon leis, and matching plastic sandals.
"Hooooeeeeee…" she exhaled and realized that Syaoran was staring directly at her. His grin widened and he grabbed Eriol's arm, motioning toward the girls' table.
Other guests smiled as the rainbow-clad boys passed by. Tomoyo shook her head in amazement, "I'm surprised people aren't putting on sunglasses to shield themselves from the glare."
The boys reached the table just as the waiter hurried by with a tray of food. Sakura felt Kero's small form shift in the bag beside her feet, and an audible rumble came from beneath the tablecloth.
"Boy! You must be hungry," Eriol exclaimed, plopping himself down next to Tomoyo. "Your stomach sounds just like a hedgemonster from Kyoto."
Sakura blushed and stammered, "W-w-well, I didn't have much time to eat after we got in last night."
Syaoran raised an eyebrow, "You'd never guess it from that HUGE tray of empty dishes I saw outside your door this morning."
A faint sigh came from the beneath the tablecloth, and Sakura nudged the backpack with her foot as her face grew even rosier.
"Or was all of that for you, Tomoyo?" Eriol asked, turning to meet her indignant stare.
"As a matter of fact, it WAS all for me," she said smiling. "And it was DEE-LISH-USS."
"Yeah right," Eriol answered, shaking his head. "There's no way you could eat all that food alone."
As the import of what he'd just said slowly dawned on him, Eriol's face reddened. His brows lowered as he began spluttering, "D-d-, W-w, D-did, W-were, Did you have someone over for dinner in your room last night?"
Tomoyo smiled calmly at him, steadily meeting his wrathful gaze with her liquid lavender eyes. "THAT, Eriol Hiiragizawa, is none of your business. We're here to have fun," she said, tossing her dark ringlets over her shoulder. "Now if you don't mind, I'm starving and would like to eat my breakfast."
Sakura watched Eriol's mouth drop open, and she could feel Syoran's eyes boring into the side of her face like lasers. Afraid to meet his gaze, she nervously drummed her fingers on the table while Tomoyo and Eriol glared at each other.
Pushing his chair back from the table Eriol hissed, "Well, since you ate all of that food ALONE last night, I guess you won't be needing this," as he grabbed Kero's piece of modern-yaki off the edge of Tomoyo's plate.
Eyes still glued to Sakura's face, Syaoran followed his friend's lead and got to his feet. As the boys turned to go, a high-pitched wail began to emanate from the table as Kero watched his modern-yaki traveling in the opposite direction.
Guests seated around them began to glance over nervously, and Sakura bent down underneath the tablecloth to try and quiet the indignant Guardian's howls.