SUMMARY: Tomoyo Daidouji is the most wanted single in Tokyo, Japan. Too bad
she's been dubbed "Miss Independent" for her attitude towards men. But with
her friend by her side she's perfectly happy. Until everything changes in a
matter of two weeks.
This song is (obviously) based on the song "Miss Independent". So that means my disclaimer would go like this!
I don't own CCS or the song "Miss Independent" by Kelly Clarkson (sp?). This disclaimer applies for every chapter.
And one more thing: All of the characters opinions in this story are theirs and not mine. So please don't get angry.
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Miss Independent
Chapter 1: Independence in the Flesh
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A dark ebony haired girl strolled through the streets of Tokyo. And just by accident she overheard small conversations, namely about her.
"No, people call her Miss Self-Sufficient," one said.
"No, it's Miss Keep-Your-Distance."
"Miss Unafraid."
"Miss Out-of-my-Way."
"Miss Don't-Let-A-Man-Interfere."
"Miss On-Her-Own.
"Miss Almost-Grown."
"Miss Don't-Let-A-Man-Help-Her-Off-Her-Throne." They had turned her nickname into a game and started giggling like young school girls.
With a light backpack swung over her shoulder she walked into the nearest coffee shop while shaking her head. Stepping into the dimly lit store she took off the sapphire tinted sunglasses and stood in front of the cash register.
The teenager behind the register looked up at her and asked for her order in a cheery well rehearsed voice.
Daidouji Tomoyo looked up at the chalkboard above the freckled teen, "I'll have a black iced coffee and croissant, to go," she said.
"Okay," the teen typed the order into the machine and looked back up at Tomoyo, "That'll be five dollars and fifty cents."
The amethyst eyed collage student looked through the pockets of her backpack for her purse when someone slapped a ten on the counter.
"I'll pay for her order," said a masculine voice.
The freckled teen took the money and put it in the register and started working on Tomoyo's order.
She looked at the payer and gave him an innocent smile, hiding a glare, "I'm guessing you want something in return."
He looked to be about her age with the classic blonde hair and light blue eyes, "A date would be nice," he answered, grinning and showing off his pearly white teeth.
The teen returned with her food and Tomoyo put her sunglasses back on before picking it up. "I don't think so, but thanks for paying," she said simply as she stepped to the side and walked out.
"We told you she would reject you," shouted a voice from the other side of the shop.
The blonde boy walked back to them with a sigh and his change. "What do expect, she isn't called Miss Independent for nothing," added another friend.
"But damn is she fine!"
Outside Tomoyo took a sip of her coffee and continued strolling through the city, hearing the occasionaly cat call beckoning to her. She ignored them and walked to the park a few blocks away to meet her best friend.
A small scowl emerged on her face when she saw group of guys eyeing her then she caught sight of a head full of honey colored hair.
"Sakura!" she called.
The girl turned around and grinned at her friend, "Tomoyo, over here!"
Tomoyo jogged over to her friend, careful not spill anything on her new coat. When she reached Sakura she handed her the croissant, "Here's your breakfast," she said.
"Thank you!" Sakura said, taking the food.
The amethyst eyed girl looked at the boy beside her friend, "Who's he?" she asked.
Sakura swallowed her bite before talking, "Oh, I bumped into him just now. Tomoyo this is Syaoran, Syaoran this is Tomoyo. You know, Miss Independent."
Tomoyo extended her hand, "Hey," she said.
Shaking it the Asian boy replied, "So you're Miss Independent huh? All my friends are always talking about you."
"Is that so." A frown appeared on her face, "Just make sure they don't get in my way."
Syaoran looked at her, wide-eyed. Sakura saw this and try to cool off her friend, "Don't worry Syaoran; she just hates guys but she's polite until the end."
'Every once in a while,' Sakura added silently.
He gave a nervous nod, "Well I got to go, I have calculus next. I'll call you," he said to Sakura before running off.
"Isn't he cute?" Sakura cooed.
"Whatever." Tomoyo sat in the grass and laid her lavender colored backpack before her.
Sakura plopped down into the dark green grass next to her, still eating her breakfast. "You know, I've been meaning to ask you," she said while taking her Liberal Arts textbook from her dark haired friend.
"And what's that," Tomoyo said, flicking through her own tome.
"Why do you hate guys so much?" The Japanese girl looked up at her best friend.
"Because they're totally and utterly useless," she replied as if this was an obvious fact.
"Well you can't say that because of the whole 'baby' thing," Sakura shrugged and opened her book.
"Ugh," Tomoyo murmured with a disgusted face.
"Oh come on, there must be at least one guy you've liked," Sakura said.
"Really, I mean most men just end up big fat couch potatoes who sit around all day and watch sports." She took out a pad of paper and some pens for notes and continued criticizing the male population.
"They also make all these fucked up decisions about destroying each other and they try to tell their innocent countries that nothing will happen when they're destroying cities. And when men are on top women always end up doing all the dirty work behind the scenes. So I don't need one nor will I ever will. I can live life without a man in my life. Need I say more?" Tomoyo questioned, cocking an eyebrow at her friend.
Sakura smiled and shook her head, "You have the potential to be a great lawyer some day."
Tomoyo returned the smile and looked back at her book, "Too bad I'm studying medicine."
"You'd be good at that too," Sakura replied.
"The very best." The two looked back at their books and began writing down important facts.
About five minutes later Sakura looked up, "Hey Tomoyo can I. . . TOMOYO WATCH OUT!" Sakura cried at the last moment.
Tomoyo looked up, "What are you. . .Ow!" A red Frisbee came flying at top speed and made contact with the back of her head.
Sakura leaned forward and at Tomoyo's face, "Are you okay?" she asked.
The amethyst eyed student ignored her, instead she turned around and glared at the direction the toy had come from.
"Who the hell taught you how to throw? My grandmother?" she hollered.
"Real creative," Sakura whispered.
"Let's see you think of something," Tomoyo replied.
A tall, navy haired guy ran over and picked up his Frisbee, "I'm really sorry, my friend over there can't throw for his life."
"Apparently not," Tomoyo muttered.
The boy looked her over, she rolled her eyes at this and Sakura giggled. "I've never seen you here before, what's your name?" he asked, bending down to her height.
"Kiss my ass," she replied as she grumbled a few more curses and turned back to her book.
Sakura sighed, "Its Daidouji Tomoyo," she answered.
"Nice name," he replied.
"What's yours?"
"Hiiragizawa Eriol."
"You want her number?" Sakura asked with a huge grin plastered on her face.
A look of horror covered her other disgusted face and Tomoyo slapped Sakura on the leg as she scrambled back to her own purse for a piece of paper.
"836-0864," she said under her breath, she tore it from the pad and handed it to Eriol.
"Call her soon or she might end up like an old hag when she gets older," the emerald eyed girl told him.
"You can count on it." He then left them to play with his friend again.
"If you keep that look on your face you'll get wrinkles you know," Sakura said, raising her eyebrows and scribbling something in her notebook.
"When I die, stay away from my funeral," Tomoyo grumbled.
"Only if you fall in love," Sakura said with a grin, then it faded. She then looked up at Tomoyo, with a slightly surprised look on her face. "You aren't a. . ."
"No," Tomoyo replied with a slight scowl. "So please stop asking questions and get back to studying"
Sakura shrugged, "Just making sure."
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The pitch black room soon lit up with artificial light as a raven haired girl flicked the switch. She hung her keys on a small hook and walked into the luxurious apartment.
Her mother had bought her a penthouse suite for her to stay in while she was in collage instead of the collage dorms which she thought were unsafe. When her mother had suggested bodyguards Tomoyo drew the line, she did not want to be considered different. Big difference that made.
But that's just a day and a life inside a CEO's daughter.
Tomoyo threw her coat on the back of a leather chair and stepped into her kitchen. She opened the chrome refrigerator and stared into the contents.
She sighed and shut the door, "I forgot to go grocery shopping yesterday," she said to herself.
Shaking her head she grabbed the beige coat, her purse and left again.
Tomoyo stuck the car key into the black Mercedes and stepped in. While starting up the car she turned on the radio and drove into city. She rolled down the black tinted windows and hard wind blew in on her face and hair.
Drumming her fingers to the beat of the music Tomoyo bobbed her head, 'Nice song,' she thought while racing through the streets like a speed demon. She screeched to a stop at a red light and looked around her, 'Now where to get a bite to eat.'
She looked out the window beside her and her eyes fell on a dark sapphire colored car beside hers. It looked like about four guys were inside, drunk most likely. One hung his head out of the car and spoke to her.
"Hey there little hottie, how about a ride with us," he said in between hiccups. The rest inside were laughing crazily at something completely meaningless.
"I'd rather eat dirt," she replied with a glare and raced out of the intersection as the red light faded away.
Tomoyo drove into a parking spot and stepped out of the car. She walked into the restaurant and gracefully stepped in between the piles of cackling students rolling around on the tiled floor, figuratively speaking.
'Idiots,' she thought.
Tomoyo looked up at the menu and ordered. When the fat forty year old called out the order to the kitchen the ebony haired girl looked around her surroundings.
'What is up with these people and alcohol?' she thought with a revolted face. Many people were sitting around in chairs chugging down the stuff, others screaming and shouting the nonsense of their lives.
Why she came here she did not know, all she knew was the grumbling noises her stomach was making. Her eyes fell on an extremely loud part of the room and she saw the same boy who had hit her in the head that morning, or was it his friend? Whatever it wasn't like she cared.
They were rooting on a guy and a girl who were apparently having a drinking contest. Guzzling down their first glasses they reached for another and chugged that down too.
Eriol, or whatever his name was, looked up and caught sight of her and smiled sweetly.
Tomoyo frowned and spun around, eager to leave now that he saw her. She tapped her fingernails impatiently on the glass counter and glared at each passing employee.
Faster then she knew it he was standing beside her.
"Hey," he said.
She turned and pasted a smile on her face; however her dark eyes showed she that loathed the male species. "Hello," she replied.
The indigo eyed boy clearly saw the unspoken message she was giving him, "So I'm guessing you hate guys," he said with a deep voice filled with maturity no matter how childish he seemed to her.
Tomoyo fingered the straps of her purse, "Am I that obvious?" she said with a surprised look.
He chuckled, what was so funny she didn't know, "You're different," he told her.
Her eyes grew wide with fake astonishment, "You're kidding me," she said, placing her hand on her pale cheek.
"Yes you are. You know most girls are usually flinging themselves at me by now," he replied.
"Don't flatter yourself," she said coldly.
"Well you can't really say that since I hate it."
"Then I guess we have something in common," she replied softly. Eriol looked surprised for a moment, but it passed.
But she had to admit there might have been some truth to what he was saying. The ridiculously idiotic girls she saw around campus might actually swoon at the way he spoke or how well built his body was. Stunning dark sapphire eyes and a mop of messy hair to match, and he obviously took good care of his teeth.
"Here's your order miss," said the restaurant's employee, handing her the food.
Tomoyo gave him a ten and told him to keep the change. She sighed when she saw the blue eyed boy was following her out.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked.
"Well you might be a little ignorant of the facts," Tomoyo said, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk and turning to him.
"And what might those be?" he asked with a grin.
"You don't need to know any of it," she retorted.
"Then how about we get together later and I do?"
"You must be like the millionth guy to say that to me."
"Well then I guess we do have something in common."
"You'll also get the same answer as the other guys however, I'm sorry but thanks anyway," she said with false regret and a small smile.
She turned her back to him and started walking back to her car again. She sat in and turned on the engine, but when she tried to back out his face appeared in the window.
"Don't make me run you over," she snarled.
"Okay, I know a death threat when I hear one," he said, "But here."
"What's this?" she asked, looking at the slip of paper.
"It's my cell number, so if you ever change your mind you can call me and we'll make an arrangement," he said lightly.
Tomoyo rolled her eyes, "Don't be expecting it."
He shrugged and stepped back as she shifted gears and rapidly sped out of the parking lot and into the streets.
While turning the corner Tomoyo looked at the scrap of paper clutched in her hand and huffed.
"In his dreams," she mumbled, throwing the paper into the passenger's seat. She sped off and engulfed herself in modern R&B music from the radio.
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I know everyone wants to kill me right now for posting up a new story when there are others to be finished. And I know people who know I'm in the fanfic writing contest must think I'm crazy to be posting new stories here instead of entering them in the contest. My brain has gone haywire, please forgive.
This song is (obviously) based on the song "Miss Independent". So that means my disclaimer would go like this!
I don't own CCS or the song "Miss Independent" by Kelly Clarkson (sp?). This disclaimer applies for every chapter.
And one more thing: All of the characters opinions in this story are theirs and not mine. So please don't get angry.
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Miss Independent
Chapter 1: Independence in the Flesh
~~~~~*~~~~~
A dark ebony haired girl strolled through the streets of Tokyo. And just by accident she overheard small conversations, namely about her.
"No, people call her Miss Self-Sufficient," one said.
"No, it's Miss Keep-Your-Distance."
"Miss Unafraid."
"Miss Out-of-my-Way."
"Miss Don't-Let-A-Man-Interfere."
"Miss On-Her-Own.
"Miss Almost-Grown."
"Miss Don't-Let-A-Man-Help-Her-Off-Her-Throne." They had turned her nickname into a game and started giggling like young school girls.
With a light backpack swung over her shoulder she walked into the nearest coffee shop while shaking her head. Stepping into the dimly lit store she took off the sapphire tinted sunglasses and stood in front of the cash register.
The teenager behind the register looked up at her and asked for her order in a cheery well rehearsed voice.
Daidouji Tomoyo looked up at the chalkboard above the freckled teen, "I'll have a black iced coffee and croissant, to go," she said.
"Okay," the teen typed the order into the machine and looked back up at Tomoyo, "That'll be five dollars and fifty cents."
The amethyst eyed collage student looked through the pockets of her backpack for her purse when someone slapped a ten on the counter.
"I'll pay for her order," said a masculine voice.
The freckled teen took the money and put it in the register and started working on Tomoyo's order.
She looked at the payer and gave him an innocent smile, hiding a glare, "I'm guessing you want something in return."
He looked to be about her age with the classic blonde hair and light blue eyes, "A date would be nice," he answered, grinning and showing off his pearly white teeth.
The teen returned with her food and Tomoyo put her sunglasses back on before picking it up. "I don't think so, but thanks for paying," she said simply as she stepped to the side and walked out.
"We told you she would reject you," shouted a voice from the other side of the shop.
The blonde boy walked back to them with a sigh and his change. "What do expect, she isn't called Miss Independent for nothing," added another friend.
"But damn is she fine!"
Outside Tomoyo took a sip of her coffee and continued strolling through the city, hearing the occasionaly cat call beckoning to her. She ignored them and walked to the park a few blocks away to meet her best friend.
A small scowl emerged on her face when she saw group of guys eyeing her then she caught sight of a head full of honey colored hair.
"Sakura!" she called.
The girl turned around and grinned at her friend, "Tomoyo, over here!"
Tomoyo jogged over to her friend, careful not spill anything on her new coat. When she reached Sakura she handed her the croissant, "Here's your breakfast," she said.
"Thank you!" Sakura said, taking the food.
The amethyst eyed girl looked at the boy beside her friend, "Who's he?" she asked.
Sakura swallowed her bite before talking, "Oh, I bumped into him just now. Tomoyo this is Syaoran, Syaoran this is Tomoyo. You know, Miss Independent."
Tomoyo extended her hand, "Hey," she said.
Shaking it the Asian boy replied, "So you're Miss Independent huh? All my friends are always talking about you."
"Is that so." A frown appeared on her face, "Just make sure they don't get in my way."
Syaoran looked at her, wide-eyed. Sakura saw this and try to cool off her friend, "Don't worry Syaoran; she just hates guys but she's polite until the end."
'Every once in a while,' Sakura added silently.
He gave a nervous nod, "Well I got to go, I have calculus next. I'll call you," he said to Sakura before running off.
"Isn't he cute?" Sakura cooed.
"Whatever." Tomoyo sat in the grass and laid her lavender colored backpack before her.
Sakura plopped down into the dark green grass next to her, still eating her breakfast. "You know, I've been meaning to ask you," she said while taking her Liberal Arts textbook from her dark haired friend.
"And what's that," Tomoyo said, flicking through her own tome.
"Why do you hate guys so much?" The Japanese girl looked up at her best friend.
"Because they're totally and utterly useless," she replied as if this was an obvious fact.
"Well you can't say that because of the whole 'baby' thing," Sakura shrugged and opened her book.
"Ugh," Tomoyo murmured with a disgusted face.
"Oh come on, there must be at least one guy you've liked," Sakura said.
"Really, I mean most men just end up big fat couch potatoes who sit around all day and watch sports." She took out a pad of paper and some pens for notes and continued criticizing the male population.
"They also make all these fucked up decisions about destroying each other and they try to tell their innocent countries that nothing will happen when they're destroying cities. And when men are on top women always end up doing all the dirty work behind the scenes. So I don't need one nor will I ever will. I can live life without a man in my life. Need I say more?" Tomoyo questioned, cocking an eyebrow at her friend.
Sakura smiled and shook her head, "You have the potential to be a great lawyer some day."
Tomoyo returned the smile and looked back at her book, "Too bad I'm studying medicine."
"You'd be good at that too," Sakura replied.
"The very best." The two looked back at their books and began writing down important facts.
About five minutes later Sakura looked up, "Hey Tomoyo can I. . . TOMOYO WATCH OUT!" Sakura cried at the last moment.
Tomoyo looked up, "What are you. . .Ow!" A red Frisbee came flying at top speed and made contact with the back of her head.
Sakura leaned forward and at Tomoyo's face, "Are you okay?" she asked.
The amethyst eyed student ignored her, instead she turned around and glared at the direction the toy had come from.
"Who the hell taught you how to throw? My grandmother?" she hollered.
"Real creative," Sakura whispered.
"Let's see you think of something," Tomoyo replied.
A tall, navy haired guy ran over and picked up his Frisbee, "I'm really sorry, my friend over there can't throw for his life."
"Apparently not," Tomoyo muttered.
The boy looked her over, she rolled her eyes at this and Sakura giggled. "I've never seen you here before, what's your name?" he asked, bending down to her height.
"Kiss my ass," she replied as she grumbled a few more curses and turned back to her book.
Sakura sighed, "Its Daidouji Tomoyo," she answered.
"Nice name," he replied.
"What's yours?"
"Hiiragizawa Eriol."
"You want her number?" Sakura asked with a huge grin plastered on her face.
A look of horror covered her other disgusted face and Tomoyo slapped Sakura on the leg as she scrambled back to her own purse for a piece of paper.
"836-0864," she said under her breath, she tore it from the pad and handed it to Eriol.
"Call her soon or she might end up like an old hag when she gets older," the emerald eyed girl told him.
"You can count on it." He then left them to play with his friend again.
"If you keep that look on your face you'll get wrinkles you know," Sakura said, raising her eyebrows and scribbling something in her notebook.
"When I die, stay away from my funeral," Tomoyo grumbled.
"Only if you fall in love," Sakura said with a grin, then it faded. She then looked up at Tomoyo, with a slightly surprised look on her face. "You aren't a. . ."
"No," Tomoyo replied with a slight scowl. "So please stop asking questions and get back to studying"
Sakura shrugged, "Just making sure."
~~~~~*~~~~~
The pitch black room soon lit up with artificial light as a raven haired girl flicked the switch. She hung her keys on a small hook and walked into the luxurious apartment.
Her mother had bought her a penthouse suite for her to stay in while she was in collage instead of the collage dorms which she thought were unsafe. When her mother had suggested bodyguards Tomoyo drew the line, she did not want to be considered different. Big difference that made.
But that's just a day and a life inside a CEO's daughter.
Tomoyo threw her coat on the back of a leather chair and stepped into her kitchen. She opened the chrome refrigerator and stared into the contents.
She sighed and shut the door, "I forgot to go grocery shopping yesterday," she said to herself.
Shaking her head she grabbed the beige coat, her purse and left again.
Tomoyo stuck the car key into the black Mercedes and stepped in. While starting up the car she turned on the radio and drove into city. She rolled down the black tinted windows and hard wind blew in on her face and hair.
Drumming her fingers to the beat of the music Tomoyo bobbed her head, 'Nice song,' she thought while racing through the streets like a speed demon. She screeched to a stop at a red light and looked around her, 'Now where to get a bite to eat.'
She looked out the window beside her and her eyes fell on a dark sapphire colored car beside hers. It looked like about four guys were inside, drunk most likely. One hung his head out of the car and spoke to her.
"Hey there little hottie, how about a ride with us," he said in between hiccups. The rest inside were laughing crazily at something completely meaningless.
"I'd rather eat dirt," she replied with a glare and raced out of the intersection as the red light faded away.
Tomoyo drove into a parking spot and stepped out of the car. She walked into the restaurant and gracefully stepped in between the piles of cackling students rolling around on the tiled floor, figuratively speaking.
'Idiots,' she thought.
Tomoyo looked up at the menu and ordered. When the fat forty year old called out the order to the kitchen the ebony haired girl looked around her surroundings.
'What is up with these people and alcohol?' she thought with a revolted face. Many people were sitting around in chairs chugging down the stuff, others screaming and shouting the nonsense of their lives.
Why she came here she did not know, all she knew was the grumbling noises her stomach was making. Her eyes fell on an extremely loud part of the room and she saw the same boy who had hit her in the head that morning, or was it his friend? Whatever it wasn't like she cared.
They were rooting on a guy and a girl who were apparently having a drinking contest. Guzzling down their first glasses they reached for another and chugged that down too.
Eriol, or whatever his name was, looked up and caught sight of her and smiled sweetly.
Tomoyo frowned and spun around, eager to leave now that he saw her. She tapped her fingernails impatiently on the glass counter and glared at each passing employee.
Faster then she knew it he was standing beside her.
"Hey," he said.
She turned and pasted a smile on her face; however her dark eyes showed she that loathed the male species. "Hello," she replied.
The indigo eyed boy clearly saw the unspoken message she was giving him, "So I'm guessing you hate guys," he said with a deep voice filled with maturity no matter how childish he seemed to her.
Tomoyo fingered the straps of her purse, "Am I that obvious?" she said with a surprised look.
He chuckled, what was so funny she didn't know, "You're different," he told her.
Her eyes grew wide with fake astonishment, "You're kidding me," she said, placing her hand on her pale cheek.
"Yes you are. You know most girls are usually flinging themselves at me by now," he replied.
"Don't flatter yourself," she said coldly.
"Well you can't really say that since I hate it."
"Then I guess we have something in common," she replied softly. Eriol looked surprised for a moment, but it passed.
But she had to admit there might have been some truth to what he was saying. The ridiculously idiotic girls she saw around campus might actually swoon at the way he spoke or how well built his body was. Stunning dark sapphire eyes and a mop of messy hair to match, and he obviously took good care of his teeth.
"Here's your order miss," said the restaurant's employee, handing her the food.
Tomoyo gave him a ten and told him to keep the change. She sighed when she saw the blue eyed boy was following her out.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked.
"Well you might be a little ignorant of the facts," Tomoyo said, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk and turning to him.
"And what might those be?" he asked with a grin.
"You don't need to know any of it," she retorted.
"Then how about we get together later and I do?"
"You must be like the millionth guy to say that to me."
"Well then I guess we do have something in common."
"You'll also get the same answer as the other guys however, I'm sorry but thanks anyway," she said with false regret and a small smile.
She turned her back to him and started walking back to her car again. She sat in and turned on the engine, but when she tried to back out his face appeared in the window.
"Don't make me run you over," she snarled.
"Okay, I know a death threat when I hear one," he said, "But here."
"What's this?" she asked, looking at the slip of paper.
"It's my cell number, so if you ever change your mind you can call me and we'll make an arrangement," he said lightly.
Tomoyo rolled her eyes, "Don't be expecting it."
He shrugged and stepped back as she shifted gears and rapidly sped out of the parking lot and into the streets.
While turning the corner Tomoyo looked at the scrap of paper clutched in her hand and huffed.
"In his dreams," she mumbled, throwing the paper into the passenger's seat. She sped off and engulfed herself in modern R&B music from the radio.
~~~~~*~~~~~
I know everyone wants to kill me right now for posting up a new story when there are others to be finished. And I know people who know I'm in the fanfic writing contest must think I'm crazy to be posting new stories here instead of entering them in the contest. My brain has gone haywire, please forgive.