LOVE MOVES IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS
Author's Note:
Yay an update! ^_^ I've had a rough time lately so I haven't done any writing. But now I'm back with the third chapter. Well, in this chapter you'll have a little background about Eriol. Hope you'll understand it. I felt like rushing in this chapter and I wasn't very satisfied with the way I wrote it...so comments and flames are still welcome. And...well, I'm sure there's like more than ten people here in ffnet who reads my stories so I'm thinking that I'll continue on chapter four if I receive at least 10 reviews...at least 10 ok? Don't sue me...I just wanna know what you guys think of my story, besides, it adds inspiration for me to continue on writing. ^_^ 10 reviews ok?? Don't hate me! ^_^ anyway on with the story...enjoy! ^_^
Disclaimer:
I don't own any CCS characters except for the plot I'm still currently making my brain work on. ^_^
CHAPTER THREE: The first meeting
Tap...tap...tap...
Tomoyo sighed. She had been staring outside her window for quite some time now, her mind completely blank. Papers were spread over her bed and the laptop was forgotten turned on.
Tap...tap...tap...
She rapped her fingers on the table, her tea gone to cool. The party had been tiring that her body still ached when she finally woke up from sleeping all afternoon. The party last night has somehow ended from the commotion that happened in the garden. She didn't know exactly what had happened but she was thankful for it. She had badly wanted to go to bed that when she spotted her friends she had persuaded them to go home.
Tap...tap...tap...
The rhythm of her finger continued on the table. She had wanted to continue on her search when she woke up but her mind wouldn't cooperate. She didn't know why. Her mind doesn't seem to respond to her lately.
Just then, a vision of a masked man with deep cerulean eyes flashed into her head. Now why did I think of him? She thought, almost surprised and scolding herself. Standing up, she went back to her bed to where she had left off, once again concentrating to the task at hand. She browsed through her computer again, opening and reading all of her father's files when she spotted the name Reed again.
"Hmm..." she put a finger on her chin as if emphasizing her thinking. Now why does that name sound so familiar? Another click on her computer almost made her jump for joy as she hurriedly printed out what was on her screen. Once done, she quickly turned off the computer, changed her clothes and took her purse, carefully locking the door behind her. She didn't want the servants snooping around her things now, would she?
As she turned on her car, she smiled as she once again unfolded the paper she had printed where she saw the address of Reed.
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Eriol stood by the window, another glass of unfinished wine in his hand as he looked outside with a distant look on his face. No one had said a word about their failed operation last night except for the usual grumblings heard from Keroberos and Spinel telling him to shut up. Everyone had been down. Maybe he miscalculated the mission? Or was he that desperate that he took such risk of continuing even when knowing fully well that they don't have enough information?
He took a sip from his wine. He had been so close. So close!
He needed to get that box, that very box that contains something that is connected to his late uncle Clow Reed.
He turned around and sat on his big chair. Almost naturally, his head looked up to the painting on the wall, a painting of his great uncle. He had admired him so much. Clow had taught him many wise things when he was just a boy. And one of the things his uncle had taught him over and over again was that there is time for everything.
A time for everything...he mused. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't deny the fact that they failed because of his impetuousness. He had been so blinded by the chances in front of him that he forgot about his uncle's wise sayings.
And now they're back to square one.
A sigh escaped from his lips. No use crying over spilled milk now. The best he can do is to rearrange another plan, a more perfect plan. He's learned his lesson the hard way.
Experience is the best teacher. Clow's voice echoed in his mind.
"Uncle...how do you expect me to take your place when I'm such a rash leader?"
All in good time, my son, all in good time. Another sigh. It seems like his uncle still has some answers for him even when he's no longer at his side.
Eriol grew still for a while, not even making an effort to look up when the door slowly opened, "Syaoran, will you ever learn to knock?" he asked without a hint of sarcasm.
"Nope." Syaoran answered as he went directly to the bar and poured himself a glass of wine. Both were quiet, almost waiting for the other to speak first until Syaoran gave Eriol a comforting squeeze on the shoulder. Eriol needn't to look up to see his friend's genuine sympathy. If it were any other person, he would have kicked his ass and threw him out of the window. He didn't need anyone's pity. But it was Syaoran, the only person he would trust his life with, the person who had been always by his side even before his uncle died. And damn him, he was grateful for the assuring hand.
"You think we can still do this?" Eriol asked out of the blue when Syaoran took a sip from his wine and sat opposite to him, his feet resting languidly on the other chair, leg over leg.
"Of course. All you need to do is get your brain running and I'll get my ass working." He answered as a matter of fact.
Eriol looked at him for a while. Ever since his uncle died, he had taken over their organization with Syaoran as his partner. Eriol was the brain of all the operation and Syaoran will carry out the plan. They were so compatible with each other none of their plans had ever failed before, until now. One look with each other and they already know what the other is thinking about. A bond thicker than blood. There's no doubt they'd give their life for the other.
They both stayed like that for a while, dropping the subject of their failed mission and talking about other things that interested them at that time and just enjoying the feel of companionship about them.
"You know," Eriol continued, "when Uncle Clow died I thought I'll never gather myself up."
"I know. I had to kick your ass to get you moving on." Syaoran smiled as he rested his head on the firm support of the chair behind him and closed his eyes.
"Yeah..." Eriol almost whispered with a smile. Syaoran opened one eye on him almost accusingly.
"Don't get all teary-eyed over me, man, its disgusting."
Eriol's grin widened guiltily as Syaoran rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, I think it'll be harder for us this time, now that they know someone's after that box." Syaoran commented when he finally noticed the mood in the room lightened.
"You're right." Eriol thought seriously, the expression on his face once again turning to his usual thinking look. Do they have any idea who had attacked that night? Would they start doing something to prevent it from happening again? These questions raced through his mind and he found himself finding his way in the dark again.
Damn that mafia. His uncle was right to betray them. They could do some serious damage with what is inside that box.
And now they are outcasts, former members of one of the most powerful underground organizations in the world. How are they supposed to fight against them?
Just then the door bust open and Spinel drunkenly went inside, pointing a finger at them before dropping dead on the floor. Eriol and Syaoran looked at each other and sighed knowingly. Then from the door entered a smirking Keroberos with a smudge of cream on the side of his mouth, laughing uncontrollably at the sight of the sleeping Spinel.
"Oh no...the kitchen..." Eriol started.
"...Again." Syaoran finished. From the background a screaming girl giddily made her way to the study.
"Oh Suppi-chaaannn!" she called sweetly, but to all knowing ears it was almost tauntingly. When she stopped beside the laughing Keroberos she quickly grabbed Spinel and shook him violently. "Wake up Suppi we're not finished with the tasting yet!"
Somewhere behind them came Yue with a reticent look on his face. His clothes were so messy even though he was wearing a pink apron Nakuru obviously threatened him to wear, and his long, silver hair already sticky from cream.
Eriol's eyebrows arched up at the sight of Yue. The three's behavior was explainable, but Yue actually baking? As if reading his thoughts, Yue went up to the two and placed a big pile of cream he called a cake.
"I was trying to copy the one in the cook book..." he started when Nakuru cut in.
"Entitled Cooking cakes for dummies!"
Yue rolled his eyes, "When she practically destroyed everything."
"Hey! I was trying to help! You don't even know to turn the oven on!" she defended.
"And I bet our little animal here couldn't tame himself and helped Nakuru?" Syaoran added. He smiled as fumes started out of Keroberos' head.
"Who're you calling animal, gaki?" Keroberos barked as electricity sparked between the two.
"I can't believe you guys are the powerful Guardians of this group." Eriol sighed and took a finger-full of Yue's cake, "It's good." He finally said.
Then the door bell rang.
"I'll get it!" Nakuru cried as she giddily skipped to the front door.
"Come on Suppi, it's beddy-bye time!" Keroberos slumped a worn out Spinel on his shoulder mumbling something like 'damn you Kero' when Nakuru screamed like a little girl again.
"Oh Erioool! There's a pretty lady here you might wish to talk with!"
Syaoran raised an eyebrow and Eriol shrugged innocently. "Tell her I don't have time for visitors today." He told Nakuru once she entered the messy room. He knew it wasn't very gentlemanly to make a woman leave but he really didn't feel like having visitors today.
"Um...I don't know..." Nakuru said uncertainly.
"Nakuru," Eriol whined almost impatiently, "my head is killing me and all I want is to get some sleep."
"And all I want is to ask you a few questions." All heads turned at the sight of a lovely raven haired girl standing in the door way, a very confident look on her face. Keroberos wolf whistled and tinges of pink colored her pale cheeks.
"When Nakuru said she's pretty, she wasn't lying." Syaoran added with another arched eyebrow shot at Eriol.
"I know." Eriol almost whispered, his lips partly opened at the sight before him. He recognized her as the girl in the garden last night. She had that same defensive manner around her that he almost smiled.
"Well, we better get going now. See ya' later man." Syaoran motioned for the others to go outside, Yue carrying his wobbly cake. Syaoran passed the girl without much of a glance followed by the others who gave her comforting smiles. Once left alone, Eriol was back to his composed self and asked for the lady to sit down.
"Wine?" Eriol offered, conscious of a new feeling he felt around her. The lady doesn't seem to recognize him. After all, when they met he had his mask on and he never told her his name.
"Tea please." She answered with the same poise. Eriol nodded and excused himself for a while. Tomoyo took her time to examine the room. It was big and well decorated. But what caught her eyes was the painting on the wall that she didn't notice she was already standing up and staring at it with great intensity. This man seemed so familiar. She seemed to have seen him before, but where?
"That's my late Uncle."
Tomoyo whirled around and saw Eriol placing her cup on her side of the table, "Your tea, miss?"
"Thank you." She sat down and took a sip. He too placed his cup near him.
"My apologies for what you've seen or heard a while ago." His voice was sincere.
"It's nothing." She answered, "Actually, I'm sorry for the trouble."
"No trouble at all." He assured, "So tell me, what is it I can do for you?"
"Actually, I wanted to talk to a man called Reed."
Eriol was obviously taken aback. Not much people know about his uncle. Then how could this lady know him?
Noticing his actions, Tomoyo grew concerned, "Is something wrong, sir?"
"I believe Mr. Reed isn't available." He answered, his face showing something she couldn't quite depict.
Disappointment traced her beautiful features. She had been looking forward to meeting this Reed. "Oh...business I suppose?"
"No." Eriol answered dryly. He wasn't used to talking to other people about his uncle.
"Oh." Was all she could muster again, "When will I be able to meet him?"
"I'm sorry, miss, but Mr. Reed will never be able to attend to you," seeing her confused face, he continued, "My uncle has passed away years ago."
Tomoyo didn't know what to feel. She was surprised and caught speechless at the same time as she realized that the man in the painting is the same man she was looking for, "Oh, I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"It's okay." Came the abrupt reply as Eriol stood and walked to her side with a smile plastered on his face, "If there's anything else I could help you with, please do tell. I'm Hirigazawa, Eriol, Mr. Reed's nephew." He gently took her hand and waited for her reply, smiling mentally as her cheeks grew pink. He had quickly changed the mood and the tension in the room gradually fainted. He felt some kind of attraction with her, different with other girls he had met.
Somehow, the voice she had been ignoring, screaming at the back of her mind and warning her instincts about this man raced through her mind again when he touched her hand. But for formality's sake, she was able to answer him with a smile, "I'm Tomoyo," she said, "Daidouji, Tomoyo."
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Author's Note:
Yay an update! ^_^ I've had a rough time lately so I haven't done any writing. But now I'm back with the third chapter. Well, in this chapter you'll have a little background about Eriol. Hope you'll understand it. I felt like rushing in this chapter and I wasn't very satisfied with the way I wrote it...so comments and flames are still welcome. And...well, I'm sure there's like more than ten people here in ffnet who reads my stories so I'm thinking that I'll continue on chapter four if I receive at least 10 reviews...at least 10 ok? Don't sue me...I just wanna know what you guys think of my story, besides, it adds inspiration for me to continue on writing. ^_^ 10 reviews ok?? Don't hate me! ^_^ anyway on with the story...enjoy! ^_^
Disclaimer:
I don't own any CCS characters except for the plot I'm still currently making my brain work on. ^_^
CHAPTER THREE: The first meeting
Tap...tap...tap...
Tomoyo sighed. She had been staring outside her window for quite some time now, her mind completely blank. Papers were spread over her bed and the laptop was forgotten turned on.
Tap...tap...tap...
She rapped her fingers on the table, her tea gone to cool. The party had been tiring that her body still ached when she finally woke up from sleeping all afternoon. The party last night has somehow ended from the commotion that happened in the garden. She didn't know exactly what had happened but she was thankful for it. She had badly wanted to go to bed that when she spotted her friends she had persuaded them to go home.
Tap...tap...tap...
The rhythm of her finger continued on the table. She had wanted to continue on her search when she woke up but her mind wouldn't cooperate. She didn't know why. Her mind doesn't seem to respond to her lately.
Just then, a vision of a masked man with deep cerulean eyes flashed into her head. Now why did I think of him? She thought, almost surprised and scolding herself. Standing up, she went back to her bed to where she had left off, once again concentrating to the task at hand. She browsed through her computer again, opening and reading all of her father's files when she spotted the name Reed again.
"Hmm..." she put a finger on her chin as if emphasizing her thinking. Now why does that name sound so familiar? Another click on her computer almost made her jump for joy as she hurriedly printed out what was on her screen. Once done, she quickly turned off the computer, changed her clothes and took her purse, carefully locking the door behind her. She didn't want the servants snooping around her things now, would she?
As she turned on her car, she smiled as she once again unfolded the paper she had printed where she saw the address of Reed.
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Eriol stood by the window, another glass of unfinished wine in his hand as he looked outside with a distant look on his face. No one had said a word about their failed operation last night except for the usual grumblings heard from Keroberos and Spinel telling him to shut up. Everyone had been down. Maybe he miscalculated the mission? Or was he that desperate that he took such risk of continuing even when knowing fully well that they don't have enough information?
He took a sip from his wine. He had been so close. So close!
He needed to get that box, that very box that contains something that is connected to his late uncle Clow Reed.
He turned around and sat on his big chair. Almost naturally, his head looked up to the painting on the wall, a painting of his great uncle. He had admired him so much. Clow had taught him many wise things when he was just a boy. And one of the things his uncle had taught him over and over again was that there is time for everything.
A time for everything...he mused. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't deny the fact that they failed because of his impetuousness. He had been so blinded by the chances in front of him that he forgot about his uncle's wise sayings.
And now they're back to square one.
A sigh escaped from his lips. No use crying over spilled milk now. The best he can do is to rearrange another plan, a more perfect plan. He's learned his lesson the hard way.
Experience is the best teacher. Clow's voice echoed in his mind.
"Uncle...how do you expect me to take your place when I'm such a rash leader?"
All in good time, my son, all in good time. Another sigh. It seems like his uncle still has some answers for him even when he's no longer at his side.
Eriol grew still for a while, not even making an effort to look up when the door slowly opened, "Syaoran, will you ever learn to knock?" he asked without a hint of sarcasm.
"Nope." Syaoran answered as he went directly to the bar and poured himself a glass of wine. Both were quiet, almost waiting for the other to speak first until Syaoran gave Eriol a comforting squeeze on the shoulder. Eriol needn't to look up to see his friend's genuine sympathy. If it were any other person, he would have kicked his ass and threw him out of the window. He didn't need anyone's pity. But it was Syaoran, the only person he would trust his life with, the person who had been always by his side even before his uncle died. And damn him, he was grateful for the assuring hand.
"You think we can still do this?" Eriol asked out of the blue when Syaoran took a sip from his wine and sat opposite to him, his feet resting languidly on the other chair, leg over leg.
"Of course. All you need to do is get your brain running and I'll get my ass working." He answered as a matter of fact.
Eriol looked at him for a while. Ever since his uncle died, he had taken over their organization with Syaoran as his partner. Eriol was the brain of all the operation and Syaoran will carry out the plan. They were so compatible with each other none of their plans had ever failed before, until now. One look with each other and they already know what the other is thinking about. A bond thicker than blood. There's no doubt they'd give their life for the other.
They both stayed like that for a while, dropping the subject of their failed mission and talking about other things that interested them at that time and just enjoying the feel of companionship about them.
"You know," Eriol continued, "when Uncle Clow died I thought I'll never gather myself up."
"I know. I had to kick your ass to get you moving on." Syaoran smiled as he rested his head on the firm support of the chair behind him and closed his eyes.
"Yeah..." Eriol almost whispered with a smile. Syaoran opened one eye on him almost accusingly.
"Don't get all teary-eyed over me, man, its disgusting."
Eriol's grin widened guiltily as Syaoran rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, I think it'll be harder for us this time, now that they know someone's after that box." Syaoran commented when he finally noticed the mood in the room lightened.
"You're right." Eriol thought seriously, the expression on his face once again turning to his usual thinking look. Do they have any idea who had attacked that night? Would they start doing something to prevent it from happening again? These questions raced through his mind and he found himself finding his way in the dark again.
Damn that mafia. His uncle was right to betray them. They could do some serious damage with what is inside that box.
And now they are outcasts, former members of one of the most powerful underground organizations in the world. How are they supposed to fight against them?
Just then the door bust open and Spinel drunkenly went inside, pointing a finger at them before dropping dead on the floor. Eriol and Syaoran looked at each other and sighed knowingly. Then from the door entered a smirking Keroberos with a smudge of cream on the side of his mouth, laughing uncontrollably at the sight of the sleeping Spinel.
"Oh no...the kitchen..." Eriol started.
"...Again." Syaoran finished. From the background a screaming girl giddily made her way to the study.
"Oh Suppi-chaaannn!" she called sweetly, but to all knowing ears it was almost tauntingly. When she stopped beside the laughing Keroberos she quickly grabbed Spinel and shook him violently. "Wake up Suppi we're not finished with the tasting yet!"
Somewhere behind them came Yue with a reticent look on his face. His clothes were so messy even though he was wearing a pink apron Nakuru obviously threatened him to wear, and his long, silver hair already sticky from cream.
Eriol's eyebrows arched up at the sight of Yue. The three's behavior was explainable, but Yue actually baking? As if reading his thoughts, Yue went up to the two and placed a big pile of cream he called a cake.
"I was trying to copy the one in the cook book..." he started when Nakuru cut in.
"Entitled Cooking cakes for dummies!"
Yue rolled his eyes, "When she practically destroyed everything."
"Hey! I was trying to help! You don't even know to turn the oven on!" she defended.
"And I bet our little animal here couldn't tame himself and helped Nakuru?" Syaoran added. He smiled as fumes started out of Keroberos' head.
"Who're you calling animal, gaki?" Keroberos barked as electricity sparked between the two.
"I can't believe you guys are the powerful Guardians of this group." Eriol sighed and took a finger-full of Yue's cake, "It's good." He finally said.
Then the door bell rang.
"I'll get it!" Nakuru cried as she giddily skipped to the front door.
"Come on Suppi, it's beddy-bye time!" Keroberos slumped a worn out Spinel on his shoulder mumbling something like 'damn you Kero' when Nakuru screamed like a little girl again.
"Oh Erioool! There's a pretty lady here you might wish to talk with!"
Syaoran raised an eyebrow and Eriol shrugged innocently. "Tell her I don't have time for visitors today." He told Nakuru once she entered the messy room. He knew it wasn't very gentlemanly to make a woman leave but he really didn't feel like having visitors today.
"Um...I don't know..." Nakuru said uncertainly.
"Nakuru," Eriol whined almost impatiently, "my head is killing me and all I want is to get some sleep."
"And all I want is to ask you a few questions." All heads turned at the sight of a lovely raven haired girl standing in the door way, a very confident look on her face. Keroberos wolf whistled and tinges of pink colored her pale cheeks.
"When Nakuru said she's pretty, she wasn't lying." Syaoran added with another arched eyebrow shot at Eriol.
"I know." Eriol almost whispered, his lips partly opened at the sight before him. He recognized her as the girl in the garden last night. She had that same defensive manner around her that he almost smiled.
"Well, we better get going now. See ya' later man." Syaoran motioned for the others to go outside, Yue carrying his wobbly cake. Syaoran passed the girl without much of a glance followed by the others who gave her comforting smiles. Once left alone, Eriol was back to his composed self and asked for the lady to sit down.
"Wine?" Eriol offered, conscious of a new feeling he felt around her. The lady doesn't seem to recognize him. After all, when they met he had his mask on and he never told her his name.
"Tea please." She answered with the same poise. Eriol nodded and excused himself for a while. Tomoyo took her time to examine the room. It was big and well decorated. But what caught her eyes was the painting on the wall that she didn't notice she was already standing up and staring at it with great intensity. This man seemed so familiar. She seemed to have seen him before, but where?
"That's my late Uncle."
Tomoyo whirled around and saw Eriol placing her cup on her side of the table, "Your tea, miss?"
"Thank you." She sat down and took a sip. He too placed his cup near him.
"My apologies for what you've seen or heard a while ago." His voice was sincere.
"It's nothing." She answered, "Actually, I'm sorry for the trouble."
"No trouble at all." He assured, "So tell me, what is it I can do for you?"
"Actually, I wanted to talk to a man called Reed."
Eriol was obviously taken aback. Not much people know about his uncle. Then how could this lady know him?
Noticing his actions, Tomoyo grew concerned, "Is something wrong, sir?"
"I believe Mr. Reed isn't available." He answered, his face showing something she couldn't quite depict.
Disappointment traced her beautiful features. She had been looking forward to meeting this Reed. "Oh...business I suppose?"
"No." Eriol answered dryly. He wasn't used to talking to other people about his uncle.
"Oh." Was all she could muster again, "When will I be able to meet him?"
"I'm sorry, miss, but Mr. Reed will never be able to attend to you," seeing her confused face, he continued, "My uncle has passed away years ago."
Tomoyo didn't know what to feel. She was surprised and caught speechless at the same time as she realized that the man in the painting is the same man she was looking for, "Oh, I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"It's okay." Came the abrupt reply as Eriol stood and walked to her side with a smile plastered on his face, "If there's anything else I could help you with, please do tell. I'm Hirigazawa, Eriol, Mr. Reed's nephew." He gently took her hand and waited for her reply, smiling mentally as her cheeks grew pink. He had quickly changed the mood and the tension in the room gradually fainted. He felt some kind of attraction with her, different with other girls he had met.
Somehow, the voice she had been ignoring, screaming at the back of her mind and warning her instincts about this man raced through her mind again when he touched her hand. But for formality's sake, she was able to answer him with a smile, "I'm Tomoyo," she said, "Daidouji, Tomoyo."
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