I'm so sorry this took so long to update but I found myself in a writer's
block. Couldn't think of anything for this story and Forgotten Memories. I
could only come up with new story idea's like that one-shot I put up. So
here is a pathetic attempt at a chapter so please, no flames.
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Fakers
By ms. evil
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The day grew dark and gloomy inside the ship, where the winds outside roared with anger. The waves crashed against the ship, causing it to roll slightly from side to side; but not much.
"Are you okay?" Eriol asked.
"Yes," Tomoyo squeaked. She had been wrong, storms still scared her.
"You know its okay to admit you're scared, I already know you are." He stirred the contents from side to side while keeping his eyes on Tomoyo.
"Well why do I have to admit it if you already know?" Tomoyo quipped.
Eriol shrugged, "Well let's talk about something else then."
For a good few minutes no one spoke. Tomoyo tried to urge herself on not looking up, up at him. Why is she acting so stupid? Was the question she had asked herself just now. And she found that she had no answers to that question, no matter how she searched.
'I must look like I'm so absorbed with this drink right now,' Tomoyo thought.
The rhythmic patter of the rain sounded through the room. Tomoyo's dark curls hung past her ears and she didn't bother to bring them back up. Eriol's gaze didn't stray from the amethyst eye deity that was sitting across the table from him. His hard gaze drew her eyes.
"It doesn't seem like we have much to talk about now huh?" Eriol nodded in response. The silence was deafening and she couldn't handle it. Her nails tapped against the porcelain mug a couple of times before stopping.
"You do feel uncomfortable around me, don't you Tomoyo?" Eriol asked.
"No, why would you ask that?" She smiled sweetly, masking her true emotions even more.
He could have pounded his fist on the table and yelled at her for being so stubborn around him. Or he could have lost all control and could've kissed her. But he strained himself from such actions and simply asked the question, why do you lie to me like this?
"Because I don't want to hurt you, or me."
"How could you hurt me?"
"Because Eriol, because whenever I look in your eyes I see an emotion, an emotion I really don't want to be a part of." Her perceptiveness had always given her more information then she wanted.
'So she knows,' he thought to himself.
Tomoyo continued, "You are a wonderful person Eriol, but the fact that I've fallen in love with a complete stranger is unacceptable to me!" she suddenly burst.
"So the feelings are mutual?" he asked calmly.
A clash of lightening sounded in the distance, followed by a roll of thunder and more rain. Tomoyo almost jumped out of her seat but didn't.
"Yes, you could say that," she said.
Eriol sighed; things just weren't going the way he wanted them to.
Meanwhile. . .
Sakura rubbed her forehead in embarrassment as a family walked by, watching her friend who had her ear pressed to the door.
"Chiharu, why are you doing this?" she groaned.
"Well I wasn't going to sit around with Takashi eating all that food," Chiharu mumbled.
'She has a point,' Sakura thought. "But you still can't spy on them!"
Chiharu ignored Sakura, "It doesn't matter anyway Sakura, I can't hear them." She slumped to the floor and put a finger to her chin.
"So how are we going to get them together?" she asked.
Sakura didn't even bother to answer and joined her friend on the floor. Chiharu glared at a passing pre-teen that looked at her funny.
Sakura rolled her eyes, sometimes Chiharu could always be more childish then people gave her credit for.
~*~
Things in the room stayed quiet for a long time. Tomoyo's eyes glanced back up at Eriol every so often to see how he was reacting. Much to her surprise he was calm and contained like his normal self.
Which is totally unlike Hiroke who, in this situation, might have started overreacting and yelled, "What the hell do you mean you feel uncomfortable?"
"Why don't we just try to keep away from each other for a while and see how that turns out," Tomoyo suggested.
"Yes, I think some seperation would do us both some good." Eriol had turned back to his intellectual self, Tomoyo could tell.
Eriol took a last sip from his drink and stood up. "I think I'll go meet up with Syaoran and Yamazaki. Good luck to you with Hiroke."
Tomoyo mentally slapped herself. She had completely forgotten about that idiot. "Yes, have fun on the rest of the trip," she said. Eriol gave her one last smile before turning towards the door.
When he opened the door, Chiharu fell on her back and looked back up at him. She smiled sheepishly, "Hehe, enjoying the storm?"
Sakura shook her head, Eriol chuckled at her silliness before walking off. Still on her back, Chiharu's eyes rolled back to see an upside down Tomoyo.
Sakura stepped over the brunette and walked into the room her arms crossed over her chest, "So, what happened with you two?" she asked. Chiharu lay sprawled on the floor, half her body in the room and half in the hall.
Tomoyo's gaze stayed on the fluttering smoke rising from the mug. "Nothing too important, we just decided to keep our distance for a while." The green- eyed Cads Mistress sat in the seat Eriol was in earlier and cupped her chin in her hands.
"Oh Tomoyo, you were never really good with your own emotions," she said softly.
After glaring at a final kid Chiharu joined the two at the table. "How can you not like him Tomoyo? Eriol so cute! And charming and. . ."
Sakura side glanced her friend, "Are you still loyal to Yamazaki, or are your eyes on Eriol now?" she asked teasingly with a smile.
Chiharu gave her a slight kick then Tomoyo answered, "No, I do like Eriol, I like him so much I'm in love with him. But loving someone I don't even know is the strange part."
"So now we know, Tomoyo Daidouji is in love with Eriol Hiiragizawa," Chiharu said.
"And likewise," Tomoyo added softly.
Chiharu stifled her squeals because of the distressing look on Tomoyo's face.
'What's a girl to do?' Chiharu asked herself, sighing. Tomoyo's depression caused the whole room to be filled with gloominess. It was certainly a change in the atmosphere.
~*~
Eriol entered the dining room where Syaoran and Yamazaki sat. The area was nearly empty except for a few individuals who stayed to chat and things.
As he stepped closer Eriol noticed the disgusted look on Syaoran's face who was sitting a table away from Yamazaki. Eriol joined him.
"I just don't know where he puts it all," Syaoran asked.
Eriol looked over at Yamazaki who was lying on his back against the chair, an enormous amount of plates in front of him, all empty.
Eriol raised an eyebrow as Yamazaki burped. "That's a mystery no one will ever find the answer to," he said. But in the back of his mind, an image of Tomoyo still lingered.
A/N: I'm sorry, I'm making Yamazaki sound like a total pig in this fic. Well if you have about an hour or so go read my extremely (not really) long one-shot "A Midnight's Dancer". Now press the little GO button down their and place a comment!
~*~
Fakers
By ms. evil
~*~
The day grew dark and gloomy inside the ship, where the winds outside roared with anger. The waves crashed against the ship, causing it to roll slightly from side to side; but not much.
"Are you okay?" Eriol asked.
"Yes," Tomoyo squeaked. She had been wrong, storms still scared her.
"You know its okay to admit you're scared, I already know you are." He stirred the contents from side to side while keeping his eyes on Tomoyo.
"Well why do I have to admit it if you already know?" Tomoyo quipped.
Eriol shrugged, "Well let's talk about something else then."
For a good few minutes no one spoke. Tomoyo tried to urge herself on not looking up, up at him. Why is she acting so stupid? Was the question she had asked herself just now. And she found that she had no answers to that question, no matter how she searched.
'I must look like I'm so absorbed with this drink right now,' Tomoyo thought.
The rhythmic patter of the rain sounded through the room. Tomoyo's dark curls hung past her ears and she didn't bother to bring them back up. Eriol's gaze didn't stray from the amethyst eye deity that was sitting across the table from him. His hard gaze drew her eyes.
"It doesn't seem like we have much to talk about now huh?" Eriol nodded in response. The silence was deafening and she couldn't handle it. Her nails tapped against the porcelain mug a couple of times before stopping.
"You do feel uncomfortable around me, don't you Tomoyo?" Eriol asked.
"No, why would you ask that?" She smiled sweetly, masking her true emotions even more.
He could have pounded his fist on the table and yelled at her for being so stubborn around him. Or he could have lost all control and could've kissed her. But he strained himself from such actions and simply asked the question, why do you lie to me like this?
"Because I don't want to hurt you, or me."
"How could you hurt me?"
"Because Eriol, because whenever I look in your eyes I see an emotion, an emotion I really don't want to be a part of." Her perceptiveness had always given her more information then she wanted.
'So she knows,' he thought to himself.
Tomoyo continued, "You are a wonderful person Eriol, but the fact that I've fallen in love with a complete stranger is unacceptable to me!" she suddenly burst.
"So the feelings are mutual?" he asked calmly.
A clash of lightening sounded in the distance, followed by a roll of thunder and more rain. Tomoyo almost jumped out of her seat but didn't.
"Yes, you could say that," she said.
Eriol sighed; things just weren't going the way he wanted them to.
Meanwhile. . .
Sakura rubbed her forehead in embarrassment as a family walked by, watching her friend who had her ear pressed to the door.
"Chiharu, why are you doing this?" she groaned.
"Well I wasn't going to sit around with Takashi eating all that food," Chiharu mumbled.
'She has a point,' Sakura thought. "But you still can't spy on them!"
Chiharu ignored Sakura, "It doesn't matter anyway Sakura, I can't hear them." She slumped to the floor and put a finger to her chin.
"So how are we going to get them together?" she asked.
Sakura didn't even bother to answer and joined her friend on the floor. Chiharu glared at a passing pre-teen that looked at her funny.
Sakura rolled her eyes, sometimes Chiharu could always be more childish then people gave her credit for.
~*~
Things in the room stayed quiet for a long time. Tomoyo's eyes glanced back up at Eriol every so often to see how he was reacting. Much to her surprise he was calm and contained like his normal self.
Which is totally unlike Hiroke who, in this situation, might have started overreacting and yelled, "What the hell do you mean you feel uncomfortable?"
"Why don't we just try to keep away from each other for a while and see how that turns out," Tomoyo suggested.
"Yes, I think some seperation would do us both some good." Eriol had turned back to his intellectual self, Tomoyo could tell.
Eriol took a last sip from his drink and stood up. "I think I'll go meet up with Syaoran and Yamazaki. Good luck to you with Hiroke."
Tomoyo mentally slapped herself. She had completely forgotten about that idiot. "Yes, have fun on the rest of the trip," she said. Eriol gave her one last smile before turning towards the door.
When he opened the door, Chiharu fell on her back and looked back up at him. She smiled sheepishly, "Hehe, enjoying the storm?"
Sakura shook her head, Eriol chuckled at her silliness before walking off. Still on her back, Chiharu's eyes rolled back to see an upside down Tomoyo.
Sakura stepped over the brunette and walked into the room her arms crossed over her chest, "So, what happened with you two?" she asked. Chiharu lay sprawled on the floor, half her body in the room and half in the hall.
Tomoyo's gaze stayed on the fluttering smoke rising from the mug. "Nothing too important, we just decided to keep our distance for a while." The green- eyed Cads Mistress sat in the seat Eriol was in earlier and cupped her chin in her hands.
"Oh Tomoyo, you were never really good with your own emotions," she said softly.
After glaring at a final kid Chiharu joined the two at the table. "How can you not like him Tomoyo? Eriol so cute! And charming and. . ."
Sakura side glanced her friend, "Are you still loyal to Yamazaki, or are your eyes on Eriol now?" she asked teasingly with a smile.
Chiharu gave her a slight kick then Tomoyo answered, "No, I do like Eriol, I like him so much I'm in love with him. But loving someone I don't even know is the strange part."
"So now we know, Tomoyo Daidouji is in love with Eriol Hiiragizawa," Chiharu said.
"And likewise," Tomoyo added softly.
Chiharu stifled her squeals because of the distressing look on Tomoyo's face.
'What's a girl to do?' Chiharu asked herself, sighing. Tomoyo's depression caused the whole room to be filled with gloominess. It was certainly a change in the atmosphere.
~*~
Eriol entered the dining room where Syaoran and Yamazaki sat. The area was nearly empty except for a few individuals who stayed to chat and things.
As he stepped closer Eriol noticed the disgusted look on Syaoran's face who was sitting a table away from Yamazaki. Eriol joined him.
"I just don't know where he puts it all," Syaoran asked.
Eriol looked over at Yamazaki who was lying on his back against the chair, an enormous amount of plates in front of him, all empty.
Eriol raised an eyebrow as Yamazaki burped. "That's a mystery no one will ever find the answer to," he said. But in the back of his mind, an image of Tomoyo still lingered.
A/N: I'm sorry, I'm making Yamazaki sound like a total pig in this fic. Well if you have about an hour or so go read my extremely (not really) long one-shot "A Midnight's Dancer". Now press the little GO button down their and place a comment!