I H8 FLAMERS!! - No it's okay what they said about the story, I totally
understand so I went back and fixed it. But thanks for backing me up on
that one! And I guess you have a point on the cursing thing, even I do it
every once a while. He he. But I'm so happy you liked all of my stories.
^_^
Umi65 - Yup, I did say this story was based on the song.
jade-lily - You'll know soon enough who called who!
?!?!?! - Thanks for the review!
Kizzna - I must warn you, this chapter won't be too exciting. Well never mind, just read and find out for yourself. Don't let my opinions get you down.
silverg3r - Look, I updated!
angel7 - Wow, thank you for having so much confidence in me! ^_^
Reader - First of all, I'm not preaching on anything. I hate lectures, especially ones about earth science. Two, it's just a subject Sakura is taking. And three, no one is gay in this story.
cherry blossom - Oh well, at least it's interesting in a way.
. . . - Hehe, well I didn't mean for it to turn out so rude. You can go back and check out that scene to see I changed it. And the OOC-ness in my characters all the time is because I'm not too familiar with the manga or the anime but just have a brief brush through of it. And yes it's AU I forgot to mention that. I'm such a dork these days. But I'm happy it was still good in a way to you.
akina - I'm glad you liked it.
Inspirationals - Oh man, I had no idea I could be so rude, and in only one chapter too! So sorry, I didn't know it'd be that much of a deal. Yeah so I'm no great writer, I know. And no I have nothing against gays or lesbians, so I went back and re-fixed it.
kate - Hey I updated pretty soon huh?
Choco-chan - Yes, so sad. . . And I almost wrote that Tomoyo ran over his foot by accident but thought it over and figured out it wouldn't fit into the plot very well.
deon - Well, as a habit I have suddenly grown, after the third chapter I'll be leaving you hanging. Just kidding! But I do have to finish some other stories too so. . .
kawaii berry - Really, you might be the third or fourth person I've found out has read all my fics. Oh well, I'm happy you do!
~~~~~*~~~~~
Miss Independent
Chapter 2: What She Considers an Evil Friend
~~~~~*~~~~~
"You know, I'm tired of studying," Sakura announced, throwing her pen onto the book she was reading.
Tomoyo turned a page, "Good for you Sakura," she murmured.
The emerald eyed girl heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes. She pulled at Tomoyo's arm, "Come on," she said.
"Where are we going?" Tomoyo questioned. Sakura grabbed her car keys off the little hook and handed them to Tomoyo.
"We're going to the mall," she said.
"And why is that?"
"So we can rest our brains! Come on, you can't have top grades forever!"
"I can try," Tomoyo replied.
"It's not that important."
"If I want to get a decent job it is."
"We're taking a break whether or not you like it," Sakura said before dragging her and her friend out of the apartment.
"Well then, where are we going?" Tomoyo asked.
"Shopping! Duh, and didn't you just ask me that question?" Sakura replied.
Tomoyo ignored her reply. "I just went shopping."
"Yeah, for a coat and a new pair of shoes.
Tomoyo groaned as they stepped into the black car. The dark haired student shifted gears and they left.
"You know, you worry about your grades to much," Sakura said, looking over at her friend.
"At least I worry," Tomoyo said, turning onto the freeway.
Sakura rolled her eyes again, then she saw a slip of paper lying on the carpeted base.
"Hmm, what's this?" she asked no one in particular.
Tomoyo side glanced what Sakura was holding and she stifled a gasp. She tried snatching it away but Sakura dodged her and unfolded it.
She looked up at Tomoyo slyly, "So, whose number is this?" she inquired.
"No one's! It's just a bunch of random numbers," Tomoyo lied.
"For what?" Her eyes were still narrowed and looking at her friend like she knew she wasn't telling the truth.
"A locker."
"You don't have a locker, besides, this looks like a phone number to me."
Tomoyo made a second attempt at seizing the piece of paper but Sakura dodged her again. Now leaning forward to the point where you couldn't see her head anymore Sakura pulled out her cell phone.
"Lets just see who this number really belongs to," she said.
"Sakura!" Tomoyo cried.
No use, she had already dialed.
"Hello?" Sakura said.
"Hang up now!" Tomoyo ordered.
"Hi, umm is it okay if I know the name of the person I'm talking to right now?"
"No, I'm not a stalker. I just found this number in my friend's car and she won't tell me who it belongs to."
Tomoyo had the strong urge to stop right there in the middle of the freeway and strangle her friend. She knew what was coming next.
"Oh really," Sakura gave her friend another devious look.
"What date? Oh, is that so?"
"Sakura!"
"In fact, she says that she'd love to go. Yes! She's nodding her head right now in front of me," Sakura fibbed.
On quite the contrary Tomoyo had a snarl on her face mumbling curses. "Okay, how about this Friday? Saturday then? Okay that's a perfect time. She'll see you then."
Sakura flipped the pink phone shut and grinned widely at her best friend.
"Congratulations Daidouji Tomoyo you have a date this Saturday night at 7:00 pm, tell us how you feel," Sakura said in a game show host voice, she jammed an invisible microphone under Tomoyo's face.
Tomoyo sighed deeply and glared at the road ahead of her.
Sakura had somehow managed to drag Tomoyo out of the car and into the local shopping mall. She also insisted they buy her a "dating" outfit since most of Tomoyo's clothes seemed to practically scream, "I'm Miss Independent so stay out of my way."
They must have gone into at least a hundred different clothing stores and they still hadn't found the perfect outfit.
It was always:
"That's too short."
Or.
"Are you kidding me?"
"No way."
"I'd rather die before wearing that."
What seemed like five hours later, they agreed.
"Thank you for shopping here, come again soon," the clerk said cheerily handing them the plastic bag.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Tomoyo muttered, taking her purchase.
Sakura wrapped her right arm around her friend's neck and said, "But I'm so glad you are." She managed a small sniffle, "My baby's all grown up and, going on her first date."
Tomoyo smiled and Sakura laughed and they walked out of the mall to go home.
It was dusk when they arrived back at Tomoyo's penthouse as to get Sakura's stuff and send her back to her dorm. Tomoyo drove Sakura back to her place as fast as she could so she could get rid of all of the rants on how she's might be getting married soon.
She closed the door softly behind her and leaned against it.
"What a day," she whispered to the room.
She flung the keys on the small table by the door and walked in. Then. Still walking, she grabbed the plastic shopping bag and treaded into her room.
Tomoyo threw the bag on her bed and went into her closet to find some more things to go with it.
Finally satisfied with the collection of garments sitting on her bed she scooped them up and hung them in her closet. Then got ready for bed.
~~~~~*~~~~~
It was the day.
She didn't know it would come this fast.
And Sakura made it all the more worse.
"Oh, today's the day!" she squealed, doing a little victory dance around Tomoyo and the chair she was sitting in.
"Please stop Sakura, you're not making me feel any better," Tomoyo said, rubbing her temples.
"But I can't help it! You've never dated anyone before and you are going to right now!"
"But!" Tomoyo stated, "I didn't choose to go on this, you did."
"I did you did, what's the difference," Sakura said, still dancing.
"The difference is, I didn't. Which means I don't want to, and when it all comes to together it means: You set me up on a date with Satin himself!" she finally burst.
Sakura stopped skipping around and leaned over the hood of the chair she was sitting in and stared into her face. Her eyes glittered with happiness and joy.
"Oh you can't say that, you don't even know him!"
"I don't have to know him when all men are just spawns of him."
"You know that sounds nasty," Sakura replied simply, jumping in front of her friend and sitting on her knees. A huge beam forever pasted upon her features.
Tomoyo shook her last comment off, "That didn't come out the way I wanted."
"It doesn't matter because you look so gorgeous!" Sakura said, rocking back and forth.
"Sakura please, I don't need you to lie to me," Tomoyo told her.
"But really! You look great in that outfit and the accessories you added made it all the better!"
"It just seemed a little boring that's all."
"And you made it livelier! Even your make-up looks like it was done by some of the best in the business!" her honey haired friend complimented.
Tomoyo sighed, there was no winning against her when she goes along with her endless rants.
Sakura went on about how cute she looked in the white peasant top and faded jeans. Her make-up was simple, only highlighting the key features of her face.
It didn't seem like much to the CEO's daughter, but Sakura's drawl just continued.
A loud ringing sounded through the room and Sakura bounded up. "I'll get that," she said.
'Good,' Tomoyo thought. 'Even if it's only a few seconds at least it'll be quiet.'
Tomoyo heard Sakura's voice coming from the doorway. A minute later she walked in with Eriol.
The amethyst eyed girl stood up and kept a cold gaze on him who smiled simply. "You look nice tonight," he said.
Tomoyo gave him a half smile, "So, you want to go now or what?" Tomoyo asked, stepping out of the room.
Eriol stared after her and looked at Sakura, "It's her first time. Don't do anything that'll surprise her or she might lash out at you," Sakura hinted.
"Sure," he said.
Sakura followed him out and before opening the door Tomoyo questioned her. "You aren't going to do anything?" she asked.
"No."
"And you're not going to call what's his name over."
"No."
"And don't go eating everything in my fridge."
"I won't, mother." Sakura rolled her eyes.
"I don't even know why I'm letting her stay in my apartment," she growled, opening the door and walking out.
Eriol looked back at her and Sakura waved, "Good luck!" she said.
What that was supposed to mean he did not know. He caught up quickly to Tomoyo's fast pace, "Are you trying to run away from me?" he asked with a smile on his face.
Tomoyo stopped in front of the steel elevators, "Maybe," she replied.
"I can't be that horrible."
"What I already know of you, you probably are." She stepped into the small space and pressed a button.
The time in the elevator was spent in silence, Tomoyo inching as far away as she could from the blue-haired boy.
He saw this and chuckled. She glared at him but her reply was another smile.
When they walked into the lobby Tomoyo spoke, "You know, most guys would have run away by now."
"Well I'm not like the other guys."
"I see that."
"So is your opinion different?"
"Don't bet on it."
~~~~~*~~~~~
"This is where we're eating?" Tomoyo asked, looking up at the sign that glowed the restaurant's name in silver.
Yin Yue it said and on the sides it depicted of two Chinese characters.
"I know the name is cheesy," Eriol said with his hands in his pockets, "But the food here is great."
"And you would know that how?" Tomoyo raised an eyebrow.
"I've eaten here with my step sister," he replied.
"Okay," she said shrugging. 'At least it isn't some McDonald's.'
It wasn't one of those "You must wear black ties and fancy dresses" restaurants but it was still a little elaborate.
Elaborate like a crystal chandelier and a small vase with a mini red or white rose in it elaborate though.
"Hey Ling," Eriol greeted.
"Your table is all ready," the black haired man said. Eriol nodded in response and led Tomoyo to the back of the dining area and into the kitchen.
"Please tell me we aren't eating in here," Tomoyo inquired, looking distastefully at the chrome kitchen.
"Of course not," he said, still smiling at her.
"Then where are we?"
"You'll see."
They walked through another door which led to a flight of stairs. The kept their little stroll going for what seemed about two floors when they reached another door.
Eriol opened it and Tomoyo was really surprised at the display.
They were on the roof top. Billions of constellations and white candles brightened the area, and a full view of the hoary moon above. A small circular table was set in the center of the rooftop covered by a crème colored tablecloth and an assortment of flowers in the center.
"Well, this is sort of fancy for a first date don't you think?" Tomoyo said.
"But do you like it?" She looked at him and saw his eyes were hoping that she would. Now she wasn't that cold hearted was she?
Tomoyo sighed deeply, "Yes, much to my surprise, I do."
"Then my job here is done," he said striding over to the table.
His violet eyed date followed and he pulled out a chair for her. Hesitantly, she sat down and he placed himself before her.
"But what I'm wondering is, how did you get them to let you do this?" she asked.
"My uncle owns this chain, so I get first class treatment," he replied.
Tomoyo looked at him suspiciously, "So how many girls have you brought here?"
"You're the first actually."
"Really?"
"Yes really."
"Somehow I don't believe you."
"Doesn't matter 'cause I know I'm telling the truth." Tomoyo broke her gaze from the plate and looked up at him.
He was still smiling, the light from the candles glinted off his dark eyes, the blue in his eyes glowed a little brighter.
"I'm not the only one that's different," she said, leaning back in her chair.
"And why is that?" he asked.
"You are too, I suspect by now most men would have tried to make a move on me."
"You may have suspected right."
"I know I have. Being informed of just about every last detail of the dates my friend has gone on I should know what would happen."
"You must be perceptive."
"I guess."
Two waiters entered from the door, carrying two platters filled with food. They set them down on the table and left.
Tomoyo picked up her fork and stuck it in the food. "Since women practically throw themselves at you, how many have you gone out with?"
"Just one," he replied.
"So you're saying you've had the chance to have dates with lots of girls and you've only gone out with one?" Tomoyo questioned looking up at him.
He glanced back, "Yeah, that's what I'm saying. And that one time, didn't work out too well either. So what about you, same position as me except this is your first time."
"Men are. . . I just don't want them in my life okay?" she snapped.
"Okay," he said, eyes broad.
The next few minutes were spent in silence, except for the few minor scratches of the shifting chairs or clings of glasses.
"Just so I have something other then where we went to tell Sakura when she pries this information out of me, tell me about yourself."
In the short moment for him to redeem himself from eating Tomoyo thought up a mock reply. 'Yes blah, blah, blah I'm handsome, blah, blah, blah, girls just yearn for me, blah, blah, blah, and I have top grades in all my classes, I'm rich and the perfect guy for you, blah, blah, blah.'
"Well I'm studying law and business and I hate girls who lust after me just like you hate all men. I live somewhere in the outskirts of town with my stepsister, Nakuru. My favorite color is black I like sweet things and I play the piano. How about you?"
"My favorite colors are beige and white, I like the magnolia and cherry blossom, and, as you know, I hate men for a reason that you will never know. I used to sing and design clothes but I've stopped that to study medicine."
"You used to sing?"
"Yes."
"Maybe we could do a duet sometime."
"Or maybe we couldn't."
"You just don't want to ever see me again, is that what you're saying?"
"Exactly."
He laughed a little and took a drink from his water. "Are you laughing to be polite or are you insane?" Tomoyo asked.
"I don't know, what do you think?" he replied.
"Are you playing games with me?"
"Do you want to play a game? They have a few downstairs."
"You know what I mean."
"Oh I do?"
"Just, shut up."
~~~~~*~~~~~
This was a particularly boring chapter, boring and long. Most you probably skimmed through this. Heh, I would've.
I'm not too sure if Tomoyo's favorite flower is the magnolia. I knew it was a cherry blossom and something else, or maybe it was just cherry blossoms. Whatever, I just put the names of the bunch of flowers people said was her favorite flower in a bag and pulled one out. Ironic, yes, but it worked, in a way.
Umi65 - Yup, I did say this story was based on the song.
jade-lily - You'll know soon enough who called who!
?!?!?! - Thanks for the review!
Kizzna - I must warn you, this chapter won't be too exciting. Well never mind, just read and find out for yourself. Don't let my opinions get you down.
silverg3r - Look, I updated!
angel7 - Wow, thank you for having so much confidence in me! ^_^
Reader - First of all, I'm not preaching on anything. I hate lectures, especially ones about earth science. Two, it's just a subject Sakura is taking. And three, no one is gay in this story.
cherry blossom - Oh well, at least it's interesting in a way.
. . . - Hehe, well I didn't mean for it to turn out so rude. You can go back and check out that scene to see I changed it. And the OOC-ness in my characters all the time is because I'm not too familiar with the manga or the anime but just have a brief brush through of it. And yes it's AU I forgot to mention that. I'm such a dork these days. But I'm happy it was still good in a way to you.
akina - I'm glad you liked it.
Inspirationals - Oh man, I had no idea I could be so rude, and in only one chapter too! So sorry, I didn't know it'd be that much of a deal. Yeah so I'm no great writer, I know. And no I have nothing against gays or lesbians, so I went back and re-fixed it.
kate - Hey I updated pretty soon huh?
Choco-chan - Yes, so sad. . . And I almost wrote that Tomoyo ran over his foot by accident but thought it over and figured out it wouldn't fit into the plot very well.
deon - Well, as a habit I have suddenly grown, after the third chapter I'll be leaving you hanging. Just kidding! But I do have to finish some other stories too so. . .
kawaii berry - Really, you might be the third or fourth person I've found out has read all my fics. Oh well, I'm happy you do!
~~~~~*~~~~~
Miss Independent
Chapter 2: What She Considers an Evil Friend
~~~~~*~~~~~
"You know, I'm tired of studying," Sakura announced, throwing her pen onto the book she was reading.
Tomoyo turned a page, "Good for you Sakura," she murmured.
The emerald eyed girl heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes. She pulled at Tomoyo's arm, "Come on," she said.
"Where are we going?" Tomoyo questioned. Sakura grabbed her car keys off the little hook and handed them to Tomoyo.
"We're going to the mall," she said.
"And why is that?"
"So we can rest our brains! Come on, you can't have top grades forever!"
"I can try," Tomoyo replied.
"It's not that important."
"If I want to get a decent job it is."
"We're taking a break whether or not you like it," Sakura said before dragging her and her friend out of the apartment.
"Well then, where are we going?" Tomoyo asked.
"Shopping! Duh, and didn't you just ask me that question?" Sakura replied.
Tomoyo ignored her reply. "I just went shopping."
"Yeah, for a coat and a new pair of shoes.
Tomoyo groaned as they stepped into the black car. The dark haired student shifted gears and they left.
"You know, you worry about your grades to much," Sakura said, looking over at her friend.
"At least I worry," Tomoyo said, turning onto the freeway.
Sakura rolled her eyes again, then she saw a slip of paper lying on the carpeted base.
"Hmm, what's this?" she asked no one in particular.
Tomoyo side glanced what Sakura was holding and she stifled a gasp. She tried snatching it away but Sakura dodged her and unfolded it.
She looked up at Tomoyo slyly, "So, whose number is this?" she inquired.
"No one's! It's just a bunch of random numbers," Tomoyo lied.
"For what?" Her eyes were still narrowed and looking at her friend like she knew she wasn't telling the truth.
"A locker."
"You don't have a locker, besides, this looks like a phone number to me."
Tomoyo made a second attempt at seizing the piece of paper but Sakura dodged her again. Now leaning forward to the point where you couldn't see her head anymore Sakura pulled out her cell phone.
"Lets just see who this number really belongs to," she said.
"Sakura!" Tomoyo cried.
No use, she had already dialed.
"Hello?" Sakura said.
"Hang up now!" Tomoyo ordered.
"Hi, umm is it okay if I know the name of the person I'm talking to right now?"
"No, I'm not a stalker. I just found this number in my friend's car and she won't tell me who it belongs to."
Tomoyo had the strong urge to stop right there in the middle of the freeway and strangle her friend. She knew what was coming next.
"Oh really," Sakura gave her friend another devious look.
"What date? Oh, is that so?"
"Sakura!"
"In fact, she says that she'd love to go. Yes! She's nodding her head right now in front of me," Sakura fibbed.
On quite the contrary Tomoyo had a snarl on her face mumbling curses. "Okay, how about this Friday? Saturday then? Okay that's a perfect time. She'll see you then."
Sakura flipped the pink phone shut and grinned widely at her best friend.
"Congratulations Daidouji Tomoyo you have a date this Saturday night at 7:00 pm, tell us how you feel," Sakura said in a game show host voice, she jammed an invisible microphone under Tomoyo's face.
Tomoyo sighed deeply and glared at the road ahead of her.
Sakura had somehow managed to drag Tomoyo out of the car and into the local shopping mall. She also insisted they buy her a "dating" outfit since most of Tomoyo's clothes seemed to practically scream, "I'm Miss Independent so stay out of my way."
They must have gone into at least a hundred different clothing stores and they still hadn't found the perfect outfit.
It was always:
"That's too short."
Or.
"Are you kidding me?"
"No way."
"I'd rather die before wearing that."
What seemed like five hours later, they agreed.
"Thank you for shopping here, come again soon," the clerk said cheerily handing them the plastic bag.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Tomoyo muttered, taking her purchase.
Sakura wrapped her right arm around her friend's neck and said, "But I'm so glad you are." She managed a small sniffle, "My baby's all grown up and, going on her first date."
Tomoyo smiled and Sakura laughed and they walked out of the mall to go home.
It was dusk when they arrived back at Tomoyo's penthouse as to get Sakura's stuff and send her back to her dorm. Tomoyo drove Sakura back to her place as fast as she could so she could get rid of all of the rants on how she's might be getting married soon.
She closed the door softly behind her and leaned against it.
"What a day," she whispered to the room.
She flung the keys on the small table by the door and walked in. Then. Still walking, she grabbed the plastic shopping bag and treaded into her room.
Tomoyo threw the bag on her bed and went into her closet to find some more things to go with it.
Finally satisfied with the collection of garments sitting on her bed she scooped them up and hung them in her closet. Then got ready for bed.
~~~~~*~~~~~
It was the day.
She didn't know it would come this fast.
And Sakura made it all the more worse.
"Oh, today's the day!" she squealed, doing a little victory dance around Tomoyo and the chair she was sitting in.
"Please stop Sakura, you're not making me feel any better," Tomoyo said, rubbing her temples.
"But I can't help it! You've never dated anyone before and you are going to right now!"
"But!" Tomoyo stated, "I didn't choose to go on this, you did."
"I did you did, what's the difference," Sakura said, still dancing.
"The difference is, I didn't. Which means I don't want to, and when it all comes to together it means: You set me up on a date with Satin himself!" she finally burst.
Sakura stopped skipping around and leaned over the hood of the chair she was sitting in and stared into her face. Her eyes glittered with happiness and joy.
"Oh you can't say that, you don't even know him!"
"I don't have to know him when all men are just spawns of him."
"You know that sounds nasty," Sakura replied simply, jumping in front of her friend and sitting on her knees. A huge beam forever pasted upon her features.
Tomoyo shook her last comment off, "That didn't come out the way I wanted."
"It doesn't matter because you look so gorgeous!" Sakura said, rocking back and forth.
"Sakura please, I don't need you to lie to me," Tomoyo told her.
"But really! You look great in that outfit and the accessories you added made it all the better!"
"It just seemed a little boring that's all."
"And you made it livelier! Even your make-up looks like it was done by some of the best in the business!" her honey haired friend complimented.
Tomoyo sighed, there was no winning against her when she goes along with her endless rants.
Sakura went on about how cute she looked in the white peasant top and faded jeans. Her make-up was simple, only highlighting the key features of her face.
It didn't seem like much to the CEO's daughter, but Sakura's drawl just continued.
A loud ringing sounded through the room and Sakura bounded up. "I'll get that," she said.
'Good,' Tomoyo thought. 'Even if it's only a few seconds at least it'll be quiet.'
Tomoyo heard Sakura's voice coming from the doorway. A minute later she walked in with Eriol.
The amethyst eyed girl stood up and kept a cold gaze on him who smiled simply. "You look nice tonight," he said.
Tomoyo gave him a half smile, "So, you want to go now or what?" Tomoyo asked, stepping out of the room.
Eriol stared after her and looked at Sakura, "It's her first time. Don't do anything that'll surprise her or she might lash out at you," Sakura hinted.
"Sure," he said.
Sakura followed him out and before opening the door Tomoyo questioned her. "You aren't going to do anything?" she asked.
"No."
"And you're not going to call what's his name over."
"No."
"And don't go eating everything in my fridge."
"I won't, mother." Sakura rolled her eyes.
"I don't even know why I'm letting her stay in my apartment," she growled, opening the door and walking out.
Eriol looked back at her and Sakura waved, "Good luck!" she said.
What that was supposed to mean he did not know. He caught up quickly to Tomoyo's fast pace, "Are you trying to run away from me?" he asked with a smile on his face.
Tomoyo stopped in front of the steel elevators, "Maybe," she replied.
"I can't be that horrible."
"What I already know of you, you probably are." She stepped into the small space and pressed a button.
The time in the elevator was spent in silence, Tomoyo inching as far away as she could from the blue-haired boy.
He saw this and chuckled. She glared at him but her reply was another smile.
When they walked into the lobby Tomoyo spoke, "You know, most guys would have run away by now."
"Well I'm not like the other guys."
"I see that."
"So is your opinion different?"
"Don't bet on it."
~~~~~*~~~~~
"This is where we're eating?" Tomoyo asked, looking up at the sign that glowed the restaurant's name in silver.
Yin Yue it said and on the sides it depicted of two Chinese characters.
"I know the name is cheesy," Eriol said with his hands in his pockets, "But the food here is great."
"And you would know that how?" Tomoyo raised an eyebrow.
"I've eaten here with my step sister," he replied.
"Okay," she said shrugging. 'At least it isn't some McDonald's.'
It wasn't one of those "You must wear black ties and fancy dresses" restaurants but it was still a little elaborate.
Elaborate like a crystal chandelier and a small vase with a mini red or white rose in it elaborate though.
"Hey Ling," Eriol greeted.
"Your table is all ready," the black haired man said. Eriol nodded in response and led Tomoyo to the back of the dining area and into the kitchen.
"Please tell me we aren't eating in here," Tomoyo inquired, looking distastefully at the chrome kitchen.
"Of course not," he said, still smiling at her.
"Then where are we?"
"You'll see."
They walked through another door which led to a flight of stairs. The kept their little stroll going for what seemed about two floors when they reached another door.
Eriol opened it and Tomoyo was really surprised at the display.
They were on the roof top. Billions of constellations and white candles brightened the area, and a full view of the hoary moon above. A small circular table was set in the center of the rooftop covered by a crème colored tablecloth and an assortment of flowers in the center.
"Well, this is sort of fancy for a first date don't you think?" Tomoyo said.
"But do you like it?" She looked at him and saw his eyes were hoping that she would. Now she wasn't that cold hearted was she?
Tomoyo sighed deeply, "Yes, much to my surprise, I do."
"Then my job here is done," he said striding over to the table.
His violet eyed date followed and he pulled out a chair for her. Hesitantly, she sat down and he placed himself before her.
"But what I'm wondering is, how did you get them to let you do this?" she asked.
"My uncle owns this chain, so I get first class treatment," he replied.
Tomoyo looked at him suspiciously, "So how many girls have you brought here?"
"You're the first actually."
"Really?"
"Yes really."
"Somehow I don't believe you."
"Doesn't matter 'cause I know I'm telling the truth." Tomoyo broke her gaze from the plate and looked up at him.
He was still smiling, the light from the candles glinted off his dark eyes, the blue in his eyes glowed a little brighter.
"I'm not the only one that's different," she said, leaning back in her chair.
"And why is that?" he asked.
"You are too, I suspect by now most men would have tried to make a move on me."
"You may have suspected right."
"I know I have. Being informed of just about every last detail of the dates my friend has gone on I should know what would happen."
"You must be perceptive."
"I guess."
Two waiters entered from the door, carrying two platters filled with food. They set them down on the table and left.
Tomoyo picked up her fork and stuck it in the food. "Since women practically throw themselves at you, how many have you gone out with?"
"Just one," he replied.
"So you're saying you've had the chance to have dates with lots of girls and you've only gone out with one?" Tomoyo questioned looking up at him.
He glanced back, "Yeah, that's what I'm saying. And that one time, didn't work out too well either. So what about you, same position as me except this is your first time."
"Men are. . . I just don't want them in my life okay?" she snapped.
"Okay," he said, eyes broad.
The next few minutes were spent in silence, except for the few minor scratches of the shifting chairs or clings of glasses.
"Just so I have something other then where we went to tell Sakura when she pries this information out of me, tell me about yourself."
In the short moment for him to redeem himself from eating Tomoyo thought up a mock reply. 'Yes blah, blah, blah I'm handsome, blah, blah, blah, girls just yearn for me, blah, blah, blah, and I have top grades in all my classes, I'm rich and the perfect guy for you, blah, blah, blah.'
"Well I'm studying law and business and I hate girls who lust after me just like you hate all men. I live somewhere in the outskirts of town with my stepsister, Nakuru. My favorite color is black I like sweet things and I play the piano. How about you?"
"My favorite colors are beige and white, I like the magnolia and cherry blossom, and, as you know, I hate men for a reason that you will never know. I used to sing and design clothes but I've stopped that to study medicine."
"You used to sing?"
"Yes."
"Maybe we could do a duet sometime."
"Or maybe we couldn't."
"You just don't want to ever see me again, is that what you're saying?"
"Exactly."
He laughed a little and took a drink from his water. "Are you laughing to be polite or are you insane?" Tomoyo asked.
"I don't know, what do you think?" he replied.
"Are you playing games with me?"
"Do you want to play a game? They have a few downstairs."
"You know what I mean."
"Oh I do?"
"Just, shut up."
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This was a particularly boring chapter, boring and long. Most you probably skimmed through this. Heh, I would've.
I'm not too sure if Tomoyo's favorite flower is the magnolia. I knew it was a cherry blossom and something else, or maybe it was just cherry blossoms. Whatever, I just put the names of the bunch of flowers people said was her favorite flower in a bag and pulled one out. Ironic, yes, but it worked, in a way.