All in the Game of Love

HHEY!!! Haha…Exactly a week since I updated? Erh whatever…I'm only free on this day so far…I think my schedule has been set…And don't expect me to update quickly because I'm busy preparing for my finals!! Can't afford to go the wrong class! *flings all textbooks out of sight* Anyway, this is the 8th chappie…Hope u guys like it and thank you for your beautiful reviews!

As always

Mysterio000

p.s. the almighty one!

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"I already said I am okay."

Tomoyo said, looking up as Eriol stepped into the room with a towel around his neck, asking the same question for the umpteenth times.

"No, you aren't. And that is why I brought this." Eriol held up a first-aid box as he sat beside Tomoyo on the bed. Her eyes rounded in surprise, "You know first-aid?"

"I am an A student in medical studies, in case you never knew." Eriol replied as he opened the box, gathering what was necessary to aid Tomoyo's bruises.

Both were sitted in the bedroom of the Hiiragizawa mansion after a hot shower. It was still late in the afternoon and Eriol's dad wasn't meant to be at home until past midnight for business matters.

"I don't think my wounds require a plaster." Tomoyo eyed Eriol carefully, doubting his capability to actually excel in first-aid.

"I never said I was using that." Eriol shrugged, reading the contents of a cream bottle before opening the cap. He soaked the cotton wool in the brownish liquid before pressing it against the multiple number of scars on her arm.

"That hurts, Eriol!" Tomoyo winced, pulling her arm away from him. Eriol sighed and folded his arms, "That's what it's supposed to do, isn't it? Come on, you've got to get those wounds healed!"

"They will be fine without your…below-average nursing skills." Tomoyo mocked.

"For God's sake, just give me your hand." Eriol rolled his eyes, taking her arm once more. Tomoyo finally let in as Eriol continued nursing her bruises and wounds with tender care. She had to admit that he learnt his first-aid well.

After a moment, Eriol dropped the cotton wool back down in the first-aid box before examining Tomoyo with careful eyes.

"What?" Tomoyo asked, shrugging when he sighed.

"Anymore bruises or wounds?" He questioned.

"Well," Tomoyo grimaced as she felt a ripping pain passed through her shoulder, "I think that is about all."

"Are you sure?" Eriol frowned when he shook his head, "Let me have a look at your shoulder."

"N-No! There is no pain at my shoulder!" Tomoyo tried to ignore the pain tugging at it.

"You aren't a very good actress, are you?" Eriol arched an eyebrow before leaning forward, giving her shoulder a light touch.

"Eriol!" Tomoyo snapped as her hand flew to the sore part, grabbing it in pain.

"…Liar." Eriol dabbed the cotton with the medicinal liquid as he looked at Tomoyo, "Let me have a look."

"And what?" Tomoyo frowned, "Slipped down my robe for you to nurse that wound?"

"For your information, that is my mother's bathing robe you are wearing and yes, you do wear a bra, don't you?" Eriol asked nonchantly, ignoring the pinkish stains that were framing the girl's rosy cheeks.

"Eriol! I'm not doing that!" Tomoyo pouted.

"I'm not allowing myself to rip half of my mother's robe away just to nurse your wound."

"You don't have to nurse that wound."

"Give it up. Just let me have a look." Eriol said with a firm tone, "Now."

"I'll just do it myself." Tomoyo tried to retort back.

"No. You'll make a mess out of it. Just hurry up!" Eriol was now near to yelling.

"I'm not!"

"It's not as if I'm ruining your chastity! I'm just being official about healing a wound here!" Eriol explained, adapting to his father's strictly-no-nonsense voice that could make anybody succumb to it.

Tomoyo hesitated when she finally sighed, lifting down the left side of her robe where a few bruises were scarred over her shoulder.

Eriol bit his lips as he picked up the cotton wool and pressed it against the sore part of her shoulder. He had to admit that baring part of her shoulder was making the job more intense for him.

After all, she was a girl and he was a boy. There was still some…unexplained sensations running in his mind. He tried to push those thoughts behind as he continue dabbing on her wounds.

Ok…I swear I'm not thinking anything…But…Why does my fingers tremble this way? Oh great…I'm thinking too much again…

"Are you done yet?" Tomoyo asked, snapping Eriol out of his own world.

"Just a few more drops." Eriol resoaked the cotton wool before pressing it against her bare skin again.

"It's beginning to hurt more." Tomoyo whined, "Maybe you shouldn't have tried to nurse this wound."

"Are you kidding? It might get infected if I don't." Eriol retorted back before he pulled his hand away after the job was done.

"Alright, you can…put back on your robe." He said, hating the way his heart had a reluctant tug on it. He wasn't supposed to feel this way!

Tomoyo slipped back on her left sleeve of the robe when she looked into his piercing eyes, breaking into a smile, "This is your mother's robe, not mine. But anyway…" Silence fell in between them when she recovered herself, "Thank you for saving me."

She crawled out of his bed, shooting him another impish grin, "I like your bed. Are you allowed to jump on it or something?"

Eriol's eyes grew huge.

What the hell…

"You're not planning to do that, are you?" He asked with mock horror as he closed the lid to the first-aid box.

"I'm not planning to get into your father's bad list again." Tomoyo smiled as she stuck her hands into the robe's pockets, "I guess I'll return this robe to you the next time I see you?"

"You're not going home with that, are you?" Eriol asked with real horror in his voice this time.

"I don't have a spare attire with me."

Eriol sighed, hating the way how things could come to a dreadful decision. He couldn't even believe he actually said that.

"Not as if I care but…I guess you have to use my jeans and shirt." He hoped he hadn't sound too concern.

Tomoyo's eyes twinkled as she agreed to it with a playful laughter. She soon waved Eriol farewell and thanked him once again for accommodating her for quite a while.

"W-Wait. Are you going to go home with that wounds on your face for your parents to see?" Eriol asked, not caring if he sounded too concern this time.

Tomoyo explained that she would try to hide from her parents the whole day by pretending to be sick in bed and perhaps she could sneak off the school the next day.

"No, I'm not having you do that." Eriol leant forward and picked up the cordless phone from his bedside table, dialing her house's number. Tomoyo gaped dumbly before she lunged forward, throwing the phone off a distance.

"You're not calling my parents that I'm staying over, are you!?" Tomoyo sounded horrified.

"Bingo." Eriol groaned silently as he rubbed his finger that got hurt when Tomoyo lunged above him. He crawled down the bed and picked up the phone again. Tomoyo knelt before him, "You can't do that!"

He was already dialling for her house.

"Hello? Is this Mrs. Daidouji?" Eriol speaked into the line as a feminine voice returned the question. Eriol continued with his 'talk'.

"I'm Eriol Hiiragizawa, classmate of Tomoyo Daidouji. She was drenched in the heavy rain and I thought it would be appropriate for her to stay over at my home for a night." There was a pause, "I will take good care of her, Mrs. Daidouji. She will be fine here, I promise."

There was a long silence for a moment.

"Thank you, Mrs. Daidouji. I will walk her home the next day after school. Please rest assure that she'll be safe in my mansion. Have a wonderful evening, Mrs. Daidouji."

There was a click and Eriol hung up after that. He turned around, only to gaze into Tomoyo's questioning eyes.

"What did she say?"

Eriol stood up, ruffling his hair.

"Welcome to Hiiragizawa manor for a night, milady."

*

Tomoyo watched as the first stars began to peek out from the new blanket of the night skies. The sight was too brilliant to behold as the moonlight shone its spectacular rays down upon a particular balcony this night. Twilight danced around, the trees outside swayed to an unheard rhythm.

The beautiful raven-haired girl stood as she breathed in the scene. It was totally amazing. She had never seen such a complete picture in her own balcony back at home before.

"What's with the stars tonight?" The familiar deep voice reached her ears. She didn't bother to turn for she could sense his presence lingering around with each step pacing towards her as he finally stood by her side.

"You have a beautiful sight from this beautiful balcony." She remarked, the twinkles in her eyes never fading away. She was entranced by the beautiful things around her tonight.

Eriol shrugged as he sat on the railings, looking down at the scene that he had come face to face almost every night, "Perhaps."

There was silence for a moment.

"You know, don't you?" Tomoyo suddenly asked, facing Eriol who looked taken aback, "Know what?"

"The reason those men came after me." She answered so simply that Eriol had to keep himself from falling off the railings.

"H-How did you know?"

"So it's true…" Tomoyo kept silent for a while when Eriol hopped down the railings.

"I thought it was only a prank. Seriously, Tomoyo. If I knew they were going to--" He was cut off adruptly when Tomoyo shot him a reassuring smile.

"I understand."

Eriol gave a frustrated sigh as he leant back on the railings. No, the problem wasn't with her this time. It was him. He actually…

I hate myself for doing that…

Regret.

Maybe I shouldn't have told Veronica that I don't care about Tomoyo…I mean, maybe it's me who got her into this big shit and now she's smiling at me telling everything's alright. Way to go…

Eriol thought with sarcasm when Tomoyo probed into his thoughts again.

"It's almost to midnight."

"Yeah…" Eriol turned towards the house, "Your bedroom is just beside mine. You can turn in now if you want. My jeans and shirt are on the bed. Change into them before you sleep."

Tomoyo gave a lazy smile before she opened the exit door of the balcony, "Thank you for everything, cute boyfriend of mine."

This time, there were no retorts from the blue-eyed boy, who knew she was thoroughly exhausted for the day.

"Whatever…" He merely said as she waved farewell before stepping away from the balcony and into the mansion. Eriol sighed as he looked up to the skies.

Tomorrow…

He clenched his fists as the same look of anger and hatred returned to his eyes.

*

She's gotta be around here somewhere…

No, not here.

The furious blue-eyed boy was scanning every corner of Shades with the cold, icy look on his face. Everywhere he set foot upon, the people around him walked away quickly in fear. They had never seen the boy like this before.

Dammit…Where the hell is she!?!?

Anger was reaching his limit as he headed down the hallways and turned into the locker room before coming to a stop.

There.

Daggers shot from his eyes, scaring off the people in the locker room as they step aside, living only one cheerful girl in the middle, humming a song to herself, still unaware of the blazing situation.

"Veronica." Eriol said the death word thrown in with flame and fire as he took another step towards her. The lady looked up with seductive eyes, "Eriol! I knew you'd come looking for me! Are you planning to--"

"Shut up." He hissed as he took another step closer, ignoring the trembles that Veronica was showing too obviously. She was afraid.

"You were the one who ordered those men after Tomoyo, is it not?"

It was a question but Eriol's strict tone made it sound as if it was made into a statement.

"ANSWER ME!" Eriol growled as Veronica bit her lips.

"So what if I did!? She doesn't deserve to be your--"

"You have no right to judge her." Eriol lowered his voice down to a dangerous whisper, "And if you or any of your subordinates dare step less than 10 metre towards her, I will have all of you dead by the next day."

There was silence as everybody surrounding them watched on, astounded with Eriol's behavior.

"DO YOU GET ME!?" He barked as Veronica nodded weakly, trying to find the right words.

"Y-Yes, Eriol!" She answered meekly, taking another step back from the glaring pair of blue eyes.

"Now get lost!!!" Eriol shouted as Veronica hurriedly turned her back and dashed off, stabbed with humilation and embarrassment.

She was defeated, square and flat.

"E-Eriol!"

Eriol spunned on his heels before his heart got caught in his throat.

Tomoyo.

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Ok. This was my lousiest attempt at a chapter. I was busy chit-chatting with my friends so I lost all focus on it. I hope you guys will still hang on and I promise my next chappie will be alooooooot better! Please do drop a review still though!!!

As always

Mysterio000

p.s. the almighty one!