Chapter 10: Tomoyo
(Contains gay...ness. And I DON'T mean happy!)
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I was angry. Scrap that. I was furious! How DARE he do that to me?! After all that has happened, had he no self-control?!
I got home that night, fuming. Touya was out with Yukito and dad was staying late at the University. I flung the fridge door open, grabbed some orange juice, gulped it down so fast that it ran down my chin and slammed the fridge door.
What a fool I was! I laughed as I fell onto my bed. I shouldn't have let my feelings get in the way...again.
Curling up in a ball, I grabbed Tenshi, my special bear. My mother gave it to me when I was born. I love it dearly.
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I opened my eyes. Sunlight was streaming through my open window. I hadn't closed the curtains last night.
I had the strangest dream. I was running so fast, like I was running away from something, or running to something. Just as I was stopping, I woke up. I've never had a dream like that before. Maybe it was prophetic!
Putting my hand on my bedside table, I fumbled around for my clock. Grabbing it, I looked at the time.
11:45 am
Oh no! I was supposed to be at Tomoyo's! Propelling myself out of bed, I flew down the stairs. Dad was making toast.
"Ohayou." He called as I grabbed the toast and ran out the door. It was lucky that I had slept in my clothes.
"Ohayou! Ja ne!" I shouted, shoving the toast in my mouth and grabbing my skates. I slipped them on easily and zoomed down the street.
Thankfully, I didn't smell bad. I'd be able to have a shower at Tomoyo's anyway. Her shower is huuuuuuge! It has a large round tub and in the corner is the shower with a big showerhead and lots of cool different functions! It's amazing!
Before I knew it, I was at Tomoyo's large steel gate. Peering through the bars, I saw an impatient Tomoyo tapping her foot, waiting outside her house with her hands on her hips.
"Sakura chaaaaan." She said threateningly.
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A shower and a hearty breakfast later. We were sitting in a great hall disguised as Tomoyo's bedroom. Her mother, who is actually my mother's cousin, is a wealthy businesswoman. She deals in making wonderful toys! It was so much fun when Tomoyo and me were younger, we would get so many freebies!
I recounted my tale of woe to an ever patient Tomoyo. She looked so sad as I drew near the end.
"Oh Sakura chan." She wailed, bringing me into a tight embrace.
"Air! Air!" I gasped.
"Ooh, sorry!" She let me go and poured me some more tea. I don't usually drink tea but Tomoyo INSISTS I drink it when I'm at her house and she does make good tea.
"That Syaoran is such a scum-bag!" Tomoyo spat, holding her cup tightly.
"I DID go off the deep end a bit though." I said, slurping.
"Don't slurp." Tomoyo ordered. "And you didn't go off the deep end! You said stop and he didn't!"
"But I shouldn't have blown up like that." I said grimly. "But he has to understand that I'm sensitive in THAT area!"
Tomoyo nodded knowingly. I had ranted to her enough times.
"I don't like being thought of as just some sort of toy. Regardless of whether he meant to go that far or not. He should be able to be with me without having to resort to sex! That's NOT what I want to be thought of!" I slurped again. "I don't want to be just a sexy 'fling'."
"Slurping." Tomoyo warned. "Like I said, he should've stopped when you asked him to. Especially after what happened with Takamura..."
There was an awkward silence. We hadn't really discussed it since it happened.
"At least you were there Tomoyo chan." I said, trying to sound cheery.
"Oh, it wasn't anything great." She mumbled, staring at her empty teacup.
"No no no no no!" I contradicted, shuffling closer. "If you hadn't of been there and got Syaoran, then something worse might've happened!"
Tomoyo's face was now bright red and I was on a role.
"And when you jumped on Takamura! That was so.... chivalrous!" O.K. that was a bad word. Tomoyo looked up and raised her eyebrow.
"I...I mean...thank you Tomoyo chan!" I latched onto her leg and hugged it. We sat there for a while, Tomoyo stroking my hair as I lay there, on her leg.
Eventually, I got really uncomfortable and I had to sit up. Suddenly, Tomoyo started laughing at me.
"What?" I asked, going red.
"You have a huuuge red mark on your face, and some biscuit crumbs!" She giggled.
I tried brushing my face, but I kept on missing the crumbs. According to Tomoyo, they were halfway up my face. She shrieked when she found some on her leg.
"Come here you messy girl!" She said, leaning closer. I closed my eyes as she brushed her hand close to them.
All of a sudden, I felt something soft brush against my lips. My eyes snapped open and I had a sinking feeling in my stomach.
This wasn't happening.
It was evident that Tomoyo was kissing me. I grabbed her shoulders and forced her off. Maybe a little too forcefully as she nearly fell straight on the floor.
"Tomoyo chan!" I gasped, covering my mouth. Did that really happen? Please let it be just a dream. Let me wake up.
"Sa...Sakura chan." She sniffled, her hands clutching each other, like she was praying.
My eyes were still wide open, like a frightened rabbit.
"Oh Sakura chan!" She moved forward and opened up her arms.
"I lo-"
"NO!" I screamed, turning my head and shoving her away again. She crashed onto the floor. Her eyes were full of unshed tears and we were both shaking. Tears suddenly stained her white face; she looked like she had been slapped.
"You don't feel the same way." She sobbed, her head bowed.
"We...we're friends..." I gasped, guilt suddenly washing over me for making her sad.
"Friends," She repeated. "Just friends..."
"Just friends."
"Oh Sakura chan, I'm so sorry!" She raised her head. She looked so picturesque. Her bright purple eyes were dull as fresh new tears fell from them.
I got up and nervously stroked her head. "It's O.K.," I whispered. "It's not your fault."
She leaned into my chest and cried. I've never seen someone so upset or cry so much. She just shook and cried and moaned. All I could do was make cooing sounds and stroke her head gently. I was close to tears myself.
There we stayed, as Tomoyo cried and cried, all I could do was look into space. I had no idea how to handle this situation. I remembered when Syaoran had looked at Tomoyo knowingly outside his apartment. Was this the unknown realisation between both of them? Was it so obvious that even Syaoran knew? Was I so dumb that I didn't notice? I wave of self-hatred broke over me. I'm so stupid! Why didn't I see?
"Who do you love?" Tomoyo suddenly asked, throwing off my concentration. I shifted my position slightly and stroked her head.
"I love..." Who did I love? What IS love? How did I know I was in love?
"I love...Syaoran." That felt so right, I said it again. My previous feelings disappeared as I realised that I truly loved Syaoran Li. Not just a crush, like I originally thought, but proper, T.V. movie love.
A smile crept over my lips. "I love Syaoran."
Tomoyo broke our embrace and looked up at me. Her beautiful purple eyes turned red and dreary.
"He's leaving in a week."
My smile suddenly disappeared. "What?"
"His father visited him in jail. He's taking Syaoran back to Osaka."
"H...how do you know?" I was shocked. Why would Syaoran confide in Tomoyo?
"His father called him the day you had the fight. He wanted to let you cool down, so...he called me..."
I slowly stood up, my mouth half-open. Tomoyo followed my motions. She stood inches away from me.
"Go to him." She whispered.
I was out of there like a shot.
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I was running so fast, I could barely see the things I rushed past. I was full of so much happiness, yet scared at the same time. I was going to tell him I loved him! Would he be happy? Would he be angry? All of that didn't matter because I loved him!
I loved Syaoran Li!
I came up to the apartment building. His light was on!
Even though I was out of breath, I raced up the stairs. Not bothering with the slow, old lift.
His door was in sight.
How I loved that door!
My attempt at calming my nerves didn't work. I almost knocked that loveable door down as I banged on it. He was taking so long! Hurry up!
Finally, the door slowly creaked open. Syaoran appeared, wearing a baggy t-shirt and black jeans.
"Sakura!" He said, his lovely chocolate eyes opening in bewilderment.
I was smiling from ear to ear. I was gonna tell him! I wasn't afraid.
"Syaoran!" I burst out. "I LOV-"
"Syaaaaaaaoraaaaaan." Came an unfamiliar voice. Syaoran's eyes locked onto mine just as an incredibly tanned hand came snaking around Syaoran's chest. Next came a leg, then a whole body.
I froze as a peroxide blonde, anorexic model slid into view wearing only a tight top and some French panties.
Syaoran's eyes dropped onto the floor.
"Who's this Syao?" She whispered into his ear. I recognised her. She was the famous model, Aiko. Most of my friends thought she was just a slut, including me.
"This is Kinomoto Sakura." He mumbled, his feet shuffling uncomfortably.
"This the girl you been talking about?" She asked, coming into full view from hiding behind Syaoran. She scoffed. "Not much to look at is she?"
Syaoran was gripping the ugly, plain door as he kept his eyes down.
The hate came flooding back, this time, with a stab of pain and sadness. I turned on my heel and started running off.
"Sakura!" I heard HIM call out, but I didn't look back.
"I didn't know she was such a cry-baby! I didn't insult her THAT much!" Came Aiko's cocky voice.
Tears were streaming down my face as I ran and ran. Clouds gathered in the sky and rain started coming down hard and fast.
When I finally stopped running, I realised I was in Penguin Park. Drained emotionally and physically, I slumped onto my knees and cried.
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Fastest update ever! Aren't I a good little fan fiction writer? Scotland was fun, great views, but my cousin was being a pain in the neck. He was reeeeally pushing his luck. And we all caught colds from him. Yay.
I can't help listening to Britney Spears' 'Every time'! I absolutely HATE her, but I REALLY love the song! -Starts crying- It's not fair!
Only two more chapters! Bwahahahahhahahaha!
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