All in the Game of Love
I apologize for the verrrrrrrrrry late update of the 21st chapter but finally, here it is. I know it took forever for me to upload but I promised I tried my best!! *avoids rotten eggs* A few things I would like to clear up and talk about first. *ahem*
To amethyst flower and some others who got this fact mixed up - Eriol's mother is Theresa. Tomoyo's mother is Tamara. Eriol's father is Ethan. Tomoyo's father will make an appearance here so I won't spoil the experience for you. Read it yourself and see! ^_^
To Kore Yan - Yes, I've read A Walk to Remember and love that book till crazy. And yes, too, that I've used a bit of phrases from the conversation in that book. Credits to Nicholas Sparks on this.
To Aika-Naoki121 - Yupx, I've adapted the dancing scene in my earlier chapter from the game FFVIII by Squaresoft from Squall and Rinoa. I've watched the Parent Trap, too, and it's great! Thanks for reminding me of these two great scenes!
On with the two-weeks awaited story!
As always
Mysterio000
p.s. the almighty one!
*
Eriol Hiiragizawa lied awake in his bed. He couldn't sleep.
It wasn't unusual, anyway. He couldn't remember when was the last night he had had a good night rest. The previous two days had been nothing but hell to him and he hadn't thought he could have survived.
There was this play he was involved in as the lead male character. After being nailed by Mrs. Kilsberg the entire first day, he had learnt his lesson and spent 14 hours the next day memorizing his lines. As though that wasn't enough, he had to forsake his usual Counter-Strike schedule for some stupid play drama.
Then there was the second day in which he was late for school again. The previous night of memorizing all the lines had done their effects and had caused him to sleep like a log the following morning. Even his alarm clock was of nothing to wake him up then. As though that punishment wasn't enough, the rain had soaked him thorough by the time he had arrived in school. Of course there was detention. And more dramatizations with Ms. Kilsberg.
Of course, there was her.
He didn't know why. The sight of her - just a mere, casting glance - would drown him in a world he didn't know how to merge. Thoughts of the kiss would still filter into his mind, churning something strong within the depths of his soul. He was a stranger to this feeling. Her presence around him was just simply torture. And torment. Lots of it, he decided.
Eriol tossed on the bed again, wrenching a muffled snarl beneath the blankets. Opening an eye, the red digits of the clock flared back at him, warning him it was already past midnight and he was still wide awake.
But could he help it?
Everytime he closed his eyes, she would be there again. Unfalteringly smiling with her shining amethyst eyes. The lovely face, the ivory cheeks, the mesmerizing smile.
And then those pink lips.
His guts tightened.
"ARGH, NO!!!" Eriol buried himself under piles of blanket as he dove right into his bed, horrified at his thoughts. What in the world was he turning into? Some kind of monster obsessed with the wonders of woman?
No, no. Just this one.
He groaned as he continued placing more pillows above his head. Let him suffocate all he wanted. He wouldn't care if he was buried till the end of his last day on Earth either.
Buried? That would be good. Then he wouldn't have to be tormented anymore.
Letting out a sigh, he remembered the evening two days ago when he had dropped Tomoyo at her house after a so-called torturous interrogation from his two parents. She had asked for a goodnight kiss and he had been too numb to respond to her.
Then she had suggested giving him one.
His blood had boiled when the sentence rang in his ears. And then…
"Don't look like that, Eriol! I was just joking!" She had nudged him in the ribs with a giggle before waving goodbye and entering her house. She was gone just like that.
He was frightened when he realized he didn't want the sentence to be a joke. He…He had actually wanted it for real.
For real? God, his mind was in his pants.
You're losing it, Hiiragizawa! Slap yourself, man! He chided as he sat up from the bed, shaking his head as though in exasperation and despair. Deciding to forgo the thought of ever sleeping tonight, he reached for his bedside receiver where several voice messages had been left behind for him when he wasn't around this evening. Doing what? With whom? MEMORIZING LINES WITH MS. KILSBERG. How interesting.
The first voice message came through, "Yo Eriol bud! Li Syaoran here. Orders by Ms. Kilsberg for me to remind you to," A cough was heard over the line before continuing, "Memorize your script lines. Don't forget, alright? Don't get your dear friend into trouble! See ya!" Then there was a click.
Eriol sighed as he clicked on the next one.
"Hey Eriol! You weren't at home when I called so I thought I'll leave you a message here," The familiar chirpy voice came through which caused his eyes to widen a few inches, "I hope Ms. Kilsberg isn't pressurizing you too much on the play. Come to me for help if you want, alright?" There was a giggle. "By the way, could you help me with a few Math sums tomorrow morning?"
Eriol sucked in his breath.
"I know you will, Eriol! You're the best! Thank you!" Then the message ended.
The blue-eyed boy buried the pillow in his face once more. The last thing he wanted was to be reminded of the amethyst-eyed girl again. Why did fate had to be so downright cruel?
The next message saved him.
"Yamazaki here! Just wanted to inform you about the class beach party coming up! Hand you the invitation card tomorrow with all the stated details! It's Chiharu's birthday and I thought this would be the best way to celebrate for her. That's all then. See you in school tomorrow, Eriol!" The lively masculine voice ended.
An eyebrow arched.
A class beach party?
That meant…Tomoyo would be going, too?
Argh, not Tomoyo again!!! Bad, Eriol, bad!!!
And he dove under the blankets again.
*
He was late for school again as expected. Falling asleep only at 4am last night wasn't a very good reason for Mr. Ohra for sleeping through the alarm clock for the second time this week.
The punishment? Detention, detention.
Now he sat at lunch break on his chair. Lying before him was the playbook in which he was still busily stuffing himself. There was so many Kages and Hikaris running through his mind this instant, he didn't know where he was or who he was already.
Not until a voice snapped him out of his dreaming world.
"I thought I wanted to have you help me with my Math sums."
His head jerked up to pierce into those smiling amethyst ones as she pulled a chair to sit beside him.
"But I thought you would be busy with the play again so I decided not." She giggled, oblivious to the numerous pink stains she was causing for the blue-eyed boy at this close distance. "Don't worry, I've finished them. Need help on these lines?"
"N-No." He choked out, dipping his head so as to avoid her gaze. Tightness was already centering at his stomach and he was doing all to quell it.
"You haven't had your lunch so I thought I'd buy you this." She held up a packet of sandwiches, grinning impishly when she realized he had looked up abruptly with interest all of a sudden.
By Lord, all that stuff about the never lands were making him hungry!
Still, he had his pride.
"I don't want it." It took him all his efforts to keep from snatching the sandwiches from her hands and feasting on them hungrily.
"You are such a great actor, Eriol," Tomoyo shaking her head in mock despair before shoving the sandwich into his hands, "Take it or I shall eat it for you."
"I wouldn't want you to do that." He muttered under his breath as he started to open the packet.
"And why not? I bought it for you." She retorted playfully.
"Ok, fine," He rolled his eyes before speaking carefully in sarcasm, "Thank you."
"That was very sincere of you, I trust," Tomoyo broke into fits of giggles before gazing down at the book on the table, "Still trying to stuff them down into your brains?''
"Isn't that obvious?" Eriol groaned.
"I really liked the part where Kage takes Hikari out for a waltz at the ballroom." Tomoyo gushed, her eyes shining with enthusiasm, "It was really sweet when he hands her a rose."
Eriol's eyes widened, "I haven't read till that part. You are fast."
He received a nudge in his ribs. "That's because you're slow."
"Right, whatever." He rolled his eyes.
"Are you going for the beach party, Eriol?" She asked, taking his attention off the book.
"I…I guess so. What about you?" He realized he was actually interested in her reply and that drove him frightened.
"I should think so, too." Her eyes twinkled, "It gives me a chance to throw you into the sea."
He shrugged, "You wouldn't have the strength to."
"You underestimate me."
He met her eyes steadily, "Really? If that's a challenge, I'm so up to it."
She giggled, leaning closer to his side, "Braggart."
And it went this way for an hour as the both of them teased and mocked each other side by side close together, with a forgotten book lying on the table before them. It wasn't until the next teacher walking in the classroom that reminded them that lunch break was over. They hadn't heard the lunch bell ringing either.
And for all their luck, it happened to be English drama period - Ms. Kilsberg's lessons. As usual, she walked in with the thick stack of worksheets in her hands, ready to be given out as homework assignments. On the front of it all, like any other ordinary days, was the thick complete script play of The Little Lost Fairy.
On her first step into the classroom, her eyes immediately darted over to Eriol Hiiragizawa, who was already beginning to gulp as he thought of the consequences if he failed to nail his lines again. Ms. Kilsberg then glanced at Tomoyo, who had rushed back to her seat in time by then. Those elderly eyes narrowed, as though somewhat determined to make sure those two accomplished their lines by today without fail. Then a smile curved her expression.
"I'm glad to see the both of you quite ready to hit the play again." The glint in her eyes was not to be missed. "Eriol, have you memorized your lines yet?"
First target of the day.
Eriol winced involuntarily, nodding somewhat slowly. "I hope," He whispered to himself after being shot a beam from the English drama teacher.
"Then surely both of you have prepared for the upcoming waltz scene of Kage and Hikari?" The tone of her voice made it sounded more like a statement than a question. That means either way, both were in for it.
"Oh shit." Eriol muttered under his breath, cursing his stupidity for not running through that scene when he could at lunchtime. Behind, Tomoyo cocked an amused eyebrow, as though she wasn't prepared at all for this.
And then the raven-haired lady spoke for their defenses, "Ms. Kilsberg, I haven't learn in my ages how to do a waltz. I doubt Eriol has either."
Eriol quickly nodded, "I haven't."
"Oh that is no problem," The teacher's smile only grew wider, "You can learn on your own. Go read up the library books and create your own dance steps. I'm sure the two of you can do it. I have complete faith in you."
She sounded so sure of herself. I have complete faith in you.
Her belief in them only made Eriol griped his desk tighter, as though expecting the worst to come. It did.
"I want the waltz scene ready by 3 days." She announced the deadline, punctuating horrification into the minds and souls of a certain couple by the name of Eriol and Tomoyo.
The rest of the day went by surprisingly smooth. Perhaps, Eriol thought, that God was finally merciful to let him off after that torture from Ms. Kilsberg. He deserved this short break, anyway, and he would take his chances. After surviving through the remaining school hours pondering on however he was to do the waltz, the final bell rang for dismissal.
Yamazaki called for a class gathering for a short moment about the class beach party handing out invitation cards to everybody stated with the necessary details. Chiharu was smiling with gladness at Yamazaki all the time and if one was perspective enough, something was to flourish from this in time to come.
The invitation card well planned and typed neatly, read that the beach party would last over the night by the sea. There would be tents and sleeping bags and lots of play. Nobody part of the class would prefer to miss this huge gathering out. Because the cards were handed out last-minute, it would take place tomorrow night for it was on a school holiday.
Still, Ms. Kilsberg never spared Eriol and continued to prompt the blue-eyed boy to learn his lines whenever he could.
"Argh! Stupid lines!" Eriol groaned as he slammed his head down onto his desk and hammered against it for a couple of times. Whatever it was now, he hated Kage. He hated Hikari. He hated everything about English drama. Most importantly, he hated memorizing lines. He vowed he would never swallow down another play in his life and the next again.
"Something the matter, my son?" Theresa peeped through the kitchen door, glancing curiously at Eriol who was sitted at the sofa with a huge packet of nacho chips in his hands. He looked frustrated, most unlike for a holiday-lover like him who spent his time playing LAN games in his room for long hours. And what was most outstanding of him that attracted his mother's attention was the script play in his hands.
Why would her son spend a perfectly sunny school holiday indoors when he could head out for a game of basketball with his chums? She could not understand.
"I thought you had a beach party coming up this afternoon. Packed your stuff already?" Theresa asked, taking her place beside Eriol.
"Some." He muttered sub-consciously, still chomping down the chips while reading the same page over and over again. He ignored the sigh that flown from his mother's lips.
"Eriol…" Now Theresa understood what Tomoyo meant by stubborn. "Would you like me to help you then?'
"No, thanks, Mom." He was quick to reply back, knowing that he wouldn't ever find a thing whenever his mother assisted in packing them. "I'll pack them later."
"Aren't you going to pick your sweetheart up?" Theresa asked with a knowing grin, pretending to sip the glass of mineral water in her hands. She watched as Eriol began to choke on his chips halfway through munching them before calming down a little. Still, the red marks on his face remained.
"I…I haven't planned on it." He muttered, knowing that if his mother believed they were going steady, it was a most unusual move for a boyfriend like that. Was she going to say it was most ungentlemanly of him?
"Well, why not?" Theresa appeared calm. "Would you prefer me to ring her up for you then?"
"No!" Eriol stood up, flinging the packet of nachos down to the desk in exasperation, "I-I'll do it myself!"
"Very good, Eriol." Theresa beamed. "You're becoming to be a great boyfriend."
A great boyfriend.
Funny how he found that he actually liked that phrase.
*
"Done with your packing, Tomoyo?" The baritone voice of a tall, well-built man asked as he made his entry into the beautifully-colored bedroom, seeing the amethyst-eyed girl lying on her bed reading a magazine.
"Everything's done, Dad." Tomoyo raised her eyes to meet those smiling dark ones of her father. "Going out with Mom soon?"
Takeshi gave a smile, "Yes." He stepped forward and sat beside his daughter on the bed, ruffling her velvety locks, "How have you been doing?"
Tomoyo giggled, realizing that her father was about to start another one of his heart-to-heart talks again, "Sure, Daddy, I'm doing fine."
"I heard from your mother that you are seeing a certain man from school. Is that true, honey?" Takeshi asked, the smile never leaving his face as interest aroused in those orbs of his.
"D-Dad!" Tomoyo sat up from her bed, taken aback by what her father had just said. She stopped herself from denying the previous statement. What could she say? That it was untrue? Even Eriol's parents had came round to believing that they were already going steady. So how could she tell her parents there were merely involved in a truth-or-dare game? It was absurd.
"Tomoyo, I'm not stopping you from seeing this man if you're interested but I would like to take a good look at him sometimes. Alright, dear?" Takeshi asked, standing up to his full height thereafter.
Tomoyo felt the heat rushing up her cheeks and she pushed it away quickly, "We will see, Dad."
The doorbell rang from below as Takeshi went down to answer it. Tomoyo sighed, lying back on her bed to continue with her magazine. Somehow, her mind was no longer focused on the different clothes the models in the book were displaying. There was only one man, one person who existed before her eyes now.
"Tomoyo! Somebody's looking for you by the door!" Tamara called from below, her voice echoing up the stairway sent Tomoyo running down to the living hall. What she saw numbed her nerves as she came to the door with her parents eyeing her closely by the side.
Before them at the doorsteps stood a domineeringly handsome tall man, the tendrils of his dark azure hair falling down the side of his face to make him appear even more enigmatic.
He was Eriol Hiiragizawa.
*
"You didn't tell me you were picking me up!" Tomoyo shouted, realizing that the wind would drown out half the volume away as the motorbike drove down the roads of the city.
"I didn't." Eriol answered back, turning on a corner as the bike continued to make its way into the direction of their destination. He was aware of her gentle grasp around his waist and it was the distraction he got from biking that pulled him away from some dangerous territory of thoughts.
"So why did you?" Tomoyo asked. Even with his back turned on hers, Eriol could still picture that smile on her face, teasing and bright.
"I…" Eriol stopped himself from saying it was because he was forced to. "I just wanted to, alright? No big deal."
"That is unlike of you. Out with it. Did you lose a dare or something?" Tomoyo continued to taunt him, giggling.
"I said, no!" Eriol sighed. A dare? Well, close to it, anyway.
"I guessed my father was surprised to see you." Tomoyo voiced the sentence that made Eriol's pulse jumped by a few beats. He felt the nervousness wrecked through him and he tightened his grip on the handlebars.
"My visit was most unexpected, I supposed." He tried to remain calm, but he couldn't deny he was washed by anxiety and anticipation. What would Takeshi Daidouji say about him? What if he didn't like him? That would be bad.
"It was. But my father likes you." Tomoyo stated honestly, just like the other day when Eriol had assured his parents was fond of her.
"He does?" Eriol was shocked. Tomoyo's father had came across to him as a very sturdy man. Those dark eyes of his held wisdom and knowledge beyond his age and he had those looks that were undoubtedly calming.
"And why not? You always make an impression." Tomoyo couldn't help but tease as she tugged on his sleeve with playfulness.
Eriol ignored the pull at his heart and her previous sentence altogether. "That's not true." He retorted back. She was about to say something more when he increased the speed on his bike. "Now be quiet and sit tight, will you?"
"Yes, yes, Cookie boy." She laughed lightheartedly.
His muscles relaxed as the endearing name reached his ears once more, bringing back several memories he hadn't been thinking for long. The knot in him loosened when her voice from behind weaved into a gentle song. Allowing himself just for once to enjoy the feel of her arms around him regardless of his thoughts anymore, the journey continued along as the wind blew against them - strong but tranquil.
In another half an hour's drive, the motorbike slowly came to a halt before a stretch of green grass. Beyond it laid a magnificent view of the sea, where the sand spreading across the ground like a large canopy supported tens of people running above it.
It wasn't hard to spot Yamazaki and their friends. They were a distinctive bunch by the beach with their loud noises and merry laughter. Girls were seen playing volleyball from different sides of the net. Boys were half-naked kicking a soccer ball under the baking sun. All in all, it seemed as though everybody was having the time of their lives.
Sakura spotted the duo immediately, waving enthusiastically, "Eriol! Tomoyo! Over here!"
Immediately, all attention was turn towards the couple with grinning faces. Boys who were great friends of Eriol wolf-whistled teasingly. Girls whose faces were pink after the ball game turned even pinker when Eriol made his way down to them with Tomoyo happily trotting along by his side. There was envy as usual in those crimson expressions but they were easily let go for Tomoyo was likeable by everybody in class.
And why shouldn't both be? Boys liked Eriol for his sporty attitude. He aced in all kind of sports and whichever team he got into would always turn into the champion. And what's more, his cool and collected personality traits would never fail to win the respect and admiration of those friends of his.
And Tomoyo - she was cheerful, optimistic and bubbly. Her hearty giggles and laughter were of a great influence that never failed to have the other smiling in glee.
Now the class welcome the both with open arms and faces that beamed from side to side. Boys quickly dragged the blue-eyed boy down to the seaside with them for a soccer game. Their loud laughter evidenced that they loved to have his company.
"Wait, wait! I'm not prepared for this yet! Hell it, WAIT!!!" Eriol shouted exasperatedly in half-defeat, being thrown down harmlessly onto the sandy grounds by his pals. Ignoring his dismayed protests, Syaoran and his gang stripped him of his tee before flinging him down boisterously into the sea.
Tomoyo stood by a side with Eriol's sling bag safely in her hands. She couldn't help breaking into gales of giggles along with her other classmates as they watched the boys struggle and wrestle with each other in the waters. The sight was adorably comical, indeed.
"Wanna join us for a game, Tomoyo?" Rika asked, her wavy brown hair swaying in the cool breeze as she held a white ball in her hand. Other dozen girls who were thoroughly sweat-through surrounded her.
Tomoyo gave an okay smile, "Sure, why not?"
*
"Hide and seek." Chiharu repeated, brushing off the surprised remarks made by her friends watching her across the bonfire set in the middle of the circled bunch. The evening sun now split into a twilight of colors over the ripples of the sea, projecting a splendid view at every existing angles and to the group of classmates gathered together, pondering on what exciting stuff to do next for their party.
For the past entire afternoon, the boys had been having their fun in the sea and an exhilarating game of soccer on land. The girls had their share with friendly matches of volleyball and cycling around the area together. Everything was turning much more fun and better than expected.
"Excuse me? Hide and seek?" Syaoran asked, as though ridiculed by the idea of it. How old were they? Still kids playing peek-a-boo with each other?
"Let the birthday girl decides." Yamazaki was quick to come to Chiharu's defense, receiving a smile from the latter in reward.
Since nobody argued a word furthermore, the game began with the most-voted seekers, Tomoyo and Sakura, counting to a hundred before moving around in search for their friends.
"Psst! Eriol! Tomoyo's coming this way!" Syaoran whispered excitedly as he quickly made a dash for the nearest tree trunk and hid behind. Leaving without any other options, the quick-witted boy bee lined towards the open sea, hoping to extend his distance beyond in hope Tomoyo would not be bothered to look anywhere further.
He heard Syaoran scream a second later.
"Sakura! How the hell did you get in behind me!?"
"Whatever! You're caught, that's it!" There was a girlish giggle.
"Alright, alright. I surrender, okay? Let's go find the rest." Syaoran was heard speaking.
"You are rather silly to hide behind the trunk, Syaoran."
Eriol sighed in relief, plopping down onto the sand. His heart was still thumping a million times faster after his escape to the sea. He couldn't recall the last time he had ran that fast.
Hide and seek. Those were the games he played during childhood days. To be living them all over again was an experience indeed.
His ears pricked. Footsteps.
Instincts screamed at him to stand up and make for a run, and he did. Just in time to catch a sideway glimpse of a familiar raven-haired lady running in his direction.
Damn. Tomoyo.
Where to hide? Submerge himself into the sea? No way. He could jolly well die of drowning if he tried to hold his breath for too long. Then where?
"I gotcha!" Tomoyo exclaimed gleefully, running towards Eriol. He knew he was trapped. If he was to try to sneak across, perhaps--
Too late. She was already reaching his side.
Perhaps he could give her a wild goose chase along the sea.
Eriol ducked under her grasp in time and ran to the side, belting the mouth of the waters as he did so. He could still feel her presence near him, giggling happily as she continued to chase him till the end of the beach.
Where to go? The huge rock before him was too huge an obstacle and barrier. There was no way. Turning around, he decided there was still a chance he could sneak under her touch and escape free.
He did so but she had already sensed his movements.
"I'm not stupid, Eriol!" Tomoyo laughed as she made a quick launch on Eriol, sending the both of them rolling down onto the white sand, unhurt.
"Caught! I've seeked you!" Tomoyo declared triumphantly, still in the midst of uncontrollable giggles as she struggled to push herself up from the ground. Her shaking from all that laughing was resisting her movements, though.
Finally up, the amethyst-eyed girl knelt before the fallen figure of Eriol Hiiragizawa lying onto the sand, who had a goofy smile pasted on his face. He pretended to groan in pain as Tomoyo nudged him playfully several a times.
"Come on, get up, Eriol!" Tomoyo laughed, unable to resist the man before her, "You're not hurt!"
"I am hurt, indeed." Eriol mocked a sigh. "Hurling yourself at me isn't my kind of idea for hide-and-seek."
Still laughing, Tomoyo tugged on Eriol's shirt, urging him to get up, "Alright, alright! Now come on, be a good boy!"
"No, I'm stubborn." Eriol refused to budge, deciding that lying down on the sand with the bluish sky before him was too comfortable a reality to give up.
"I knew you were!" Tomoyo sighed, giving him a puppy-like pout, "Come on, get up!" She jabbed him in the ribs, "For the last time, you are not hurt! There is no way I'm allowing you to sleep in daylight like this!"
"It's evening. Know your time, Strawberry girl." Eriol muttered half-consciously as he rolled on his side.
Tomoyo's eyes widened, taken aback by the name Eriol had called her. Had he been wary of that? Despite the circumstance, she let out a soft giggle, shifting her gaze aside to meet the closed eyes of Eriol.
They opened abruptly, the previous stupidity of what he had committed now clear to him. He had called her - what!?
Strawberry girl.
Stupid, stupid mistake. Now he was blushing a thousand shades of deep red in realization to that.
"What did you call me?" Tomoyo asked, the ends of her lips curling into a grin already.
"Fine, fine." Eriol sat up, ruffling his hair messily in frustration and fluster. "Whatever you heard."
By now, Tomoyo was giggling, "Hmm…Strawberry girl. That sounds good, doesn't it?"
Eriol looked away, forcing himself not to think how innocent and adorable she looked right then. At this distance, it was quite an obstacle to do so. She was leaning so close, so close. He could smell that strawberry-grape scent of hers, he could feel the silky dark strands of her locks tickling his shoulders.
It was driving him…crazy. Yes, crazy. No, correction. Make that far more than that. Insane, paranoid, mad, bonkers, mentally disorientated. Tranced. Dazed. Numbed.
It wasn't until he felt her combing his hair back into place after throwing his frustration on those poor little dark azure strands. Her sweet giggle still flowed with her breath as she did so and he could not help but wonder if this was a dream he was living through.
"Would you like to go seek the others out with me now?" She grinned as she said this, her eyes never failing to lock with his.
"N-Not yet." He sputtered.
NOT YET? Now what in hell had made him say that? If not yet, then what now? Look into her eyes and get lost forever and never remember his name nor his birthday? What was it? 3rd April or something? Oh Lord, he forgot. Nothing seemed coherent to him with her amethyst orbs gazing directly into his anyway.
"Not yet?" She seemed confused. "Then what now?"
Good question to ask at a good time like this. He thought sarcastically. Well, at least he could still think.
"I…" He couldn't look away anymore. Marine now met with amethyst and both were lost in each other's pools forever. Well, almost.
"You don't know?" Tomoyo asked with a giggle, her eyes smiling into his.
She didn't have to look so beautiful and wonderful like that. She didn't have to, really.
"You know me." He replied almost breathlessly. Couldn't remove his gaze from her. Couldn't ignore that tantalizing scent of hers. Couldn't ignore everything about her.
"Naturally." She lit up with another glowing smile.
He couldn't help it. He had to kiss her.
His head bent a bit, no longer arguing or struggling with his mental self nor conscience. He was aware of what he wanted now. He was crystal clear of what he needed, and nothing - not even his parents showing up before him all of a sudden - could stop him now.
His action was then stopped by a dainty finger pressed tenderly against his lips. His eyes rose to meet amethyst orbs in question and curiosity.
"Want your second kiss so soon?" Her voice was soft but light and teasing. Her face was now right there before him, close and irresistible. The smile never faded. It only remained.
A boyish pink colored his face as his eyes dropped almost shyly to the sand. And then they lifted in level to hers.
He said nothing. There were no words to be spoken anyway, as he leant in even closer to bridge the distance between them.
Closer, even closer.
The last thing he saw before closing his eyes was the radiant smile she wore on her face before she, too, tilted her head slightly to meet with his kiss.
**
END!!! (of chapter, pple)
Everybody go with me… A-One, A-Two, A-Three!! "KAWAII DESU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
First off, I would like to take this time to say that it's been hard for me to write finish this chapter since I took more than 3 days to finish it. It's a record since I always take just a day to complete a chapter. I was just too busy and cooped up with my life (school and camp, what else?) that I seriously don't have the time for this. Anyway, I'm glad it's done and I hope you guys keep the reviews coming!
No, I'm not going to break the record for another longest chapter to date again, because I'm tired and I've not been sleeping well for the past few days. I vow to myself I'm gonna sleep till the late morning tomorrow if I could. -_-" Anyway, arigatou for your support and wait when I disappeared for these two weeks and make an appearance abruptly again here! Appreciated it!
Credits goes to Kwon BoA *wink wink*. No, I don't know her personally or anything but I'm a fan of hers. I thank her for keeping me awake and energized throughout the later part of this chapter with her songs playing through my computer! Arigatou gozaimasu! Couldn't have done it without your help!
Last but not least, to all you great fans out there, who were the one who pressed me to update this 21st chapter a.s.a.p. Thank you for rushing me so here it is!
*takes a bow*
As always
Mysterio000
p.s. the almighty one!