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Title: Open Up My Heart
Chapter: 9
By: Shinsei Kokoro (Pinklover-sama)
Note: Please read last few lines of the last chappy if you get confused. Don't tell me I didn't warn you! *grins*
"Open the bloody door! I've had enough of this!" she snarled working on the knob of the door.
"So have I Kinomoto! So have I!" he chirped nearing her.
As she snuck flat to the door, she gulped, "Don't you get any near me!"
The man only snickered and raised a brow, "Or what?"
"I'll—I'll scream!" she glowed.
"That wouldn't help you…" he shook his head pitifully, "Did I forget to mention this room is sound proof? From this room, you can't hear anything from outside, and no one can hear anything that is…" he stopped for a moment, then stopped a metre away, "…happening in here!" he finished allowing her to take the fact in.
Once again she gulped, "Okay…fine…just…just don't get any nearer!" she warned eyeing him carefully, ready for any sudden moves.
"God! Haven't you ever heard of fun?" he roared with an unpleasant laughter.
Sakura looked at him with the utmost disgust, "I have…but if this fun has anything to do with you, I'd rather kill myself!"
The man didn't show any sign of getting insulted, instead he cocked his head to a side, "You mean…the way you killed your father?"
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A tired Syaoran stumbled down on the sunny field, and shielded his eyes from the sun.
"Hey guys!" he yelled up his other teammates who were already starting to do stretches.
They all looked up at him, "Yo cap'n! Lost ya shades?"
Syaoran walked further still holding his hand up against the sun, "No…but I lost my co! Anyone seen him?"
Yamazaki flopped down on the clean cut grass, "Actually…Eriol didn't even check in last night"
"What?" Syaoran frowned walking to his playmate, "Are you sure?"
A guy with hazel eyes soon flopped down next to Yamazaki, "C'mon Syaoran. Your not actually believing him are you?"
But Yamazaki was ready to defend himself, "Hey! I'm not lying! I needed lucky cap back from Eriol, so I went to his room in the morning, but the door was locked. I asked the counter, and they still had his room key!"
Just then all eyes widened, but Syaoran too occupied to know that there was someone standing right behind him.
Syaoran gave Yamazaki a real sharp look, then closed his eyes. Now he knew why Eriol wasn't with them.
"Where's coach?" was his next question.
Another guy spoke up, "Uh…he is…err…right behind you"
Syaoran instantly froze, then slowly turned around.
"Ehh…coach!"
"Yes coach!" the burly man growled a frown on his face, "Where is that Hiiragizawa?"
"Uh…how am I supposed to know?" Syaoran squeaked out as he took a step behind.
"C'mon boy! I know you know where he is!" the man narrowed his eyes and threw daggers.
"But I don't! I was at the hotel last night! And he wasn't!"
"But you were together before that!"
"We…err…were…but he left somewhere!"
"'fess up Li!"
"Hey! How do you expect me to confess…when I don't hold anything guilty!"
"That Hiiragizawa has been missing out on trainings! He needs to get his mind straight forget about his fiancée for at least an hour! We have a state game in two months, and I want this team to win!"
"But…"
The man gave him a hard stare then turned around on his heels, "You're coming with me…and the rest of you train!" he commanded walking straight.
Syaoran rolled his eyes, setting his jaw tight, "This man so has a blood pressure problem" he hissed making his buddies laugh.
The Coach at once turned around, and gave Syaoran a death glare, then a small smile lifted his face, "I heard that!"
Syaoran shook his head grinning, then jogged behind his Coach, catching up with him, leaving his teammates groaning.
"What is it Coach?" Syaoran came to a halt as he stopped beside his tutor.
"Li…I need you to go find Hiiragizawa!"
"Now?!" Syaoran raised a brow.
"Yes now! And I want you to throw some sense into that boy too!"
Syaoran looked at him confused, "But we just won the International like a week ago! Why race up again? What's the hell is it with the rush?"
The Coach turned on a rigid face, "You see, the team we are playing against in two months? Their coach is my old time rival" he almost spat, "And I need to get even with him on a few things! Get that looney?"
"O-kay! Man Coach! It's like you mean serious business!" Syaoran broke into laughter, but his coach stood still.
"I do"
The laughs soon trailed away, "Uh…yeah…I'll try to find him…right away" he stumbled jogging backwords, then turned around.
As he finished changing, he half jogged to his car, and pushed the beeper. Opening the door, he grabbed his mobile and pushed buttons. As a dead sound was heard, he frowned, "Damn!"
Then after seating himself, he punched again on the buttons, and held the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Syaoran?"
"Oi Tomoyo! Have you heard of Eriol since yesterday?"
"Uh…no. Why? What happened to him?" she rushed, as she breathed harder.
As soon, Syaoran heard her panicking words, he knew it wasn't a good idea to call her.
"Uh…he's okay…" he started but he was cut off.
"Syaoran! Dammit tell me! What
happened to him? Is he in the hospital? God where is he?"
"Tomoyo relax! He's not anywhere!"
"Then where is he!?" she asked yelling.
"Uh…that I don't know…but I'm on my way to the hotel. Maybe he's checked in"
"You mean he wasn't there last night?" she almost screamed.
Syaoran mentally slapped himself, "Look, are you doing anything at the moment?"
"Uh…kinda…but I'll be at the hotel right away! And don't you dare go anywhere without me! I just don't know what shit is going on in Eriol's mind! He…"
"Tomoyo! I'll just see you there!" he turned his phone off without saying good bye, and pulled on the ignition.
"Eriol…I swear you have no brains in that head off yours!"
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Sakura glared hard at the man in front off her. Suddenly her eyes started getting misty, "Wha—what?" she whispered softly.
Rogers grinned, know that he had hit a goal on to her soft spot.
"Aww…did you already forget about that?" he pulled on a face.
"My father…" she trailed off.
"You just had to, didn't you? You just wanted to get your hands on his money as soon as possible, not knowing that they were lost in his shares"
Her quivering lips suddenly squished together in a grim line and she closed her eyes tight, "Stop lying!" she screamed.
"Nuh, nuh, nuh…you know it's the truth…and nothing else but the truth!"
"No!" she screamed again wanting the knot in her stomach to fade, "No! I never did such a thing! You bloody don't know a thing about my father or me! So stop telling your frikkin' lies!"
"You murdered your father Kinomoto! You know it! Maybe it wasn't on the news or on the newspapers, but everyone knows it!" he bit out savagely.
"Bloody hell no!!" she cried covering her ears, "I didn't! I never did such a thing, you b*s*a*d!"
"Oh yes! You have!" he glowered, "Do you know why companies decline your offer for jobs, because THEY knew! You thought that you could run away, but no! Everyone knows it! You, Kinomoto killed your own father!"
Sakura clenched her fists, as she stayed her ground. She turned around in her mind, and felt the fast pumping of her heartburn. No! Not again! She wouldn't let this happen!
As her right hand flayed around, she opened her eyes, her face stuck with pure anger and fury!
She noticed that Rogers was now just inches away from her. But as he was about to hold on to her arms, her fingers curled around the stem of a lamp that was beside her.
"I would never kill my father! Even if I hated him, I would never do such a thing!"
The man looked at her startled, but he didn't notice what was coming his way.
Without wasting anymore time, she flung the lamp across his head, and watched him lunge forward. But she instantly moved out of the way, making him hit his head against the door and drop down unconscious.
Sakura watched him without any emotions spread in her eyes. Her jaw was set tight, and she bit her lip hard, "I could have killed you…but I won't" she whispered, "I could have killed my father…but I didn't"
With that she rolled him over, and fumbled through his pocket for the keys. As she brought them out, she poised the keys over the knock, and opened the door.
No one was standing out, no one oblivious. Without taking a look back, she shut the door close, and pushed back a strand across her forehead.
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"Syaoran!" a dishevelled Tomoyo pushed open through the glass doors, and ran through to Syaoran who was sitting down glum near the reception.
"Where is he?" she rushed a small tint of hope on her face, but as he looked up, her face drained out completely.
"His key is still here…but not him"
"But…if he's not here…then where is he?"
"I don't know…I really don't!"
Tomoyo stood still in front of the leather couch. She felt her knees getting week, and tears sprung to her eyes. Her brain felt like a misty void, and felt her neck strain. Why was this happening?!?
Instantly she dropped on her knees, causing guests to look at her weirdly. Syaoran was immediately on his feet and pulled her up, "Tomoyo! I never meant that! He has to be somewhere in Tokyo!"
But Tomoyo wouldn't look at him, "Eriol…" she whispered.
Holding her by her shoulders, he walked her out of the hotel, ignoring people's stares.
As he seated her down on the porch, he made her look up, "We'll look for him! He's just a little upset. You know him much well that I do! You know he's just a little upset…"
"At me"
Syaoran made a frustrating reply, "C'mon!" he pulled her up again, dragging her to his car, "We'll look for him! He's just upset"…then in a small voice he added, "…I hope"
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Sakura lunged the door open, and slammed it behind her. Damn! She had had enough! Enough of her father! God! He was enough trouble when he was alive! But now! Brother! He's dead! Why can't they live with it! Why? Dammit! Why?
But as she flung herself on her bed, she let her eyes drain. Kicking her shoes off, she hid her head in her pillows and started hitting her knuckles to the wall.
Why couldn't they leave her alone! She was already miserable! Why the hell was everybody after her! She already had enough trouble living with her past, but why this?! Why? Wasn't her life already hell? Wasn't it the disgusting swamp, where she was already known for people to spit on her, and throw out their rubbish? Then why this? Why did people had to assume things, that were way beyond the limit?!
As she cried after, she heard herself screaming from the pit of her throat.
"Why!?" she yelled with tears flying around, "Why do I keep falling down into a mess?!? God! Why?!" she pleaded entangling her fingers together. Her lungs felt like bursting, and her chest started to burn hot fire.
"God! Please!!" she flew her arms at the pillow in front of her and starting punching it, "Help meee—!" she shrieked, the rough edge to the voice fading away as she fell in the well of sobs and snivels.
"Help…"
"Please…"
"God…"
"I beg…of you"
With that she threw down her arms, and sat lumpily on her bed. Her eyes then started to dart around, and they finally rested on a white bottle, with no label on.
Things whirled around, and reached her hand forward, and grabbed the bottle, in such hurry that she almost tipped herself over.
Opening the bottle again, she quickly inclined a tablet out. Gulping it in a second, she wiped the beads of sweat with the back of her palm, and closed the bottle, letting it rest next to her bed stand again.
Finally she sat herself at the edge of the bed, and leaned back at the wall. Closing her eyes she sighed.
It was as if she was back to her old normal self. The magic of those tablets always did the work.
A bitter smile appeared on her lips.
"A murderer huh?" she murmured grinning.
"That wouldn't too bad…now would it?" she looked at the ceiling drowsily. Soon, in a few minutes the woman was fast asleep, unknown to the fact that she was gonna sleep longer than she would normally do.
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"Syaoran! Slower!" Tomoyo yelled as she had her head half stuck out of the window, trying her hardest to catch sight of her beloved.
"I can't! If I go any slower, we're likely to have a car accident!" the man groaned back, as he kept his eyes fastened on the road. But for a few a few seconds, he would look to his side.
The two had started the search for Eriol about four hours ago. Each had agreed on searching the roads first…together. Then on, entering the places Eriol would most likely go into…together.
But till now, the answer was a lemon. They thought of calling the police, but after figuring out that they won't take missing reports unless the target was twenty-four hours behind.
"Syaoran! I'm getting scared! I'm sure something has happened to him!" she sobbed for the umpteenth time, as she settled back down on the back seat, where she had decided to see on both sides.
"Nothing, you understand! Nothing has happened to Eriol! Don't get yourself all worked up. It's not as if he's left the country or something like…"
Suddenly two pairs of eyes widened.
"The country!!" both shrieked at once.
The car suddenly turned right sharply, causing a few people to honk from behind.
It didn't take long for Syaoran to process the information he had given out, but Tomoyo was still jumping at the back, yelling at the top of her voice.
"To the airport!!! Quick!!"
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A lethargic Eriol made his way down the busy market street he was on. He sighed for almost the thousandth time. Clueless to knowing that there were two of his dearest petals, driving hard out in search for him on a ultimately mega crowded road, he pulled the hood of his jacket lower.
God! Was it hot!
To top it off he was wearing thick pants, and he had been walking oblivious to his aching feet.
His glasses were taken off, and his face was red from the heat. He squinted his eyes from looking up at the sun, but he kept on stumbling through the thick crowd of people.
It was for sure that his team mates and Coach would be worried…but what about Tomoyo?
Eriol instantly shook his head, "Again Tomoyo!" he whined! Why couldn't he get that blasted slap put of his mind?
Last night had been a wreck! He had spent the entire night alone in a corner of a rowdy bar. He had been cursing out loud to himself, and had drunk himself to sleep on the small coffee. A mid-aged lady had even tried hanging herself on to him, but when he had commented the hair-do she had on, she had stomped out, not even bothering to apologise for the glass of Roman beer she had tipped over his head.
But after flashbacking to remember the lady's face, he thought about Sakura.
Maybe she would allow him to crash at her apartment for sometime. Maybe until he would be physically fit to carry his own wits. But in the condition he was, she was likely to throw his into a bucket of questions.
Just then he sniffed. That stink of the Roman beer was still in his hair.
"Stupid woman!" he frowned, but just as he had said that, a woman who was in front of him, turned around, and smacked him with a large dead fish.
"Ahh…" he stumbled back bumping into people, who frowned and gave insults.
Picking himself up from his remorseful state he walked on, grunting as he walked past the woman the fish still in her hands.
"Stupid fish…"
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Time had flown by quick, and before she knew it, Sakura found herself fluttering her eyes open, and staring at the two hands of her clock.
She closed her eyes as she took a glance at it. Then after two seconds they instantly flickered open.
"7:36?!?" she wailed as she jumped up from her feet. But when she was half way up dashing to her bedroom door, she stopped.
"I forgot…" she hung her head glumly, "I'm outta a job" she muttered, as she got out of her clothes, pulling on a dressing gown. Apparently she had fallen asleep, with her office clothes.
She gave a side-glance to the white bottle on her stand, and flashed it a rueful smile.
"My doctor…"
She shook her head, and walked to the living room, noticing that Tomoyo wasn't around.
"Oh yeah…" she mumbled entering the kitchen, "The customer…" she stretched her hands, and grabbed herself a frying pan.
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As the two maniacs had finally driven and looked around for Eriol, Syaoran finally thought it was best to drop Tomoyo home, even if she insisted no.
"I have to find Eriol!" she had cried.
"I know! I'll get the gang and we'll all start looking around again. The more the people…the farther the area we get covered."
"Then I want to come too!"
"No Tomoyo!" Syaoran moaned, "You have to go! What if Eriol comes here?"
Tomoyo shook his head, "He never does. I'm hardly here…it's either I live with Eriol or with Sakura…or a day or a two in a month up here!" she argued, as Syaoran pulled her out of his car, to the gates of her mansion.
"Why don't you go rest!"
"I don't want to! I want to find Eriol!" she yelled struggling against his grasp.
"C'mon Tomoyo! Stop acting like a fool!"
"I'm not a…"
But Syaoran only interrupted her, and got in the car, before Tomoyo could even turn around.
"Just stay home!" he shook his head, as the car speeded past a very weary Tomoyo.
"Syaoran!!" she yelled from where she was standing, "I need to find Eriol!!" she glared. But she knew it was of no use.
After wasting a few more seconds outside, she decided it was getting a bit chilly.
As she spoke into the intercom, and got the gates opened, she walked slowly to the door, tears dripping down.
Where the hell was he?
Oh god!
If she only had the chance to kill him, for what he had done.
"Eriol…" she whispered to herself, as she rung the doorbell.
The door was immediately flung open wide, and right in front of her was a very cheery Sonomi.
"Mama!" she wailed as she suddenly wrapped her arms around her mother and broke into a heavier waterfall.
But Sonomi could only frown, "Tomoyo! Honey! What happened? Why are you crying?" she asked worriedly, bringing her daughter inside, and patting her back.
"Eriol!" Tomoyo wailed, "Eriol!!" she sobbed, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
"Eriol? What about him honey?" she asked worriedly as she led her daughter to a couch.
"Eriol…he…he…he…" she tried to spill out everything, but it was harder than she had thought, "Oh mama!" she broke down, hugging her mother harder.
"Tomoyo! Did Eriol do something…because if he did…you can go and talk to him…he's…"
"No!" she cried, "I don't…I never want to see his face…never! He's never walked out me! Never ever!"
"But…"
Suddenly she pulled away, "That jerk doesn't know what he's doing to people!" she screamed, "I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!" she yelled turning around on her heels, and running up the stairs taking two at once.
But below the stairs Sonomi looked up confused at her fleeing daughter, "Maybe what I did wasn't a very a good idea after all…" she murmured, as she seated herself on the sofa.
By the time Tomoyo had turned down the hallway upstairs, she rushed into her room, and slammed the door behind her. Not caring to know that the lights were on, she pushed herself back against the door, and fell down to the ground crying mercilessly.
"I hate you!" she whimpered as she punched the floor with her feeble hands, "I hate you!!!"
Her left down hair whirled around, as she shook her head, the tear droplets flying around. Her face was red, and her lips looked bloodshot.
"Tomoyo…" a small manly voice came, but the woman was too engrossed in the pitch of her own voice to know that there was someone else in the room other than her.
"Eri…ol…" she cried her bangs blocking her eyes, "I hate you!"
And with that in mind she broke into another huge cry. Her shoulders were shaking, and her dress felt sticky to her skin. It felt as if she wanted to rip herself apart, but the pain in her chest was so remorse that she couldn't even move.
"I hate you Eriol…" she whispered again, taking her head in her hands, and biting her quivering lips.
"But I still love you baby…" a voice murmured sounding emotional.
Her eyes immediately zipped, and it was when she felt like she was falling in love all over again.
But she just sat there. Her heels were stuck to the ground, but her eyes wide and teary.
"Eriol?" she asked to herself, her face looking hopeful.
"Aren't you gonna kiss me?" the figure on the bed asked, grinning sadly.
"Oh Eriol!" she screamed with the utmost ecstasy after a moment of realization, and she jumped up, and ran straight into the arms of her lover.
"You idiot!" she wept in his embrace, "I'm never gonna forgive you!" she said in between her joyful cries.
But Eriol said nothing. Instead he wrapped his arms around her waist tighter, and pulled her closer making her look up.
"Y' hate me, don't y'?" he asked huskily leaning down at her face, making her heart race like of a rally driver.
Seconds went by, and Tomoyo licked her dry lips.
"It's your choice to make" she gave a small smile, as she gazed into his beautiful eyes, "What do you think?" she asked in her lowest voice.
By now they were so close that their noses were touching. He never said anything, but tilted her head, and looked straight into her amethyst eyes.
"You're all I have…" he whispered, as he reached down meeting with her delicate lips.
After a few moments of hesitation, the two were finally locked in a passionate embrace.
She took of his glasses, while he pulled her down with her on her bed, rolling so that they were facing each other.
But just as they were going into another lip-lock, a crack was heard.
Tomoyo immediately pulled apart, and sealed her lips. While Eriol looked at her with a comical expression.
"Ya know…that's my fourteenth glass that I've broken ever since I met you…" he made a face.
But Tomoyo only pulled him by his collar, into another exhilarating kiss.
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The brunette leisurely laid down the cup of coffee, on her small dinner table.
Sighing she took a seat on the chair, and stared at nothing in particular.
"Oh god…" she murmured, feeling her head spin. What was wrong with her? She just couldn't stop trashing away whatever Rogers had said to her.
"'You, Sakura Kinomoto killed you own father!!'" the rough voice repeated over in her head.
Suddenly she clutched her stomach and moaned. Her eyes then turned around, and she fell from the chair…landing hard to the cold floor…
To be continued…
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