The Diary of Kaho to Nikolai
Disclaimer: no I do not own Card Captor Sakura or any of its characters, too bad though.
The opposite of Hello
Twenty-five year old Tomoyo Daidouji sighed as she slumped into her bathtub, sinfully full of aromatic water and colored bubbles. It was 6:37 PM and she had about an hour before Eriol would pick her up. After years of searching, Tomoyo finally found that "someone" she had always dreamt of. It may have sounded silly to still believe in a little girl's dream, but that was what made Tomoyo Daidouji special, at least that was what Eriol said. Tonight was a special night, it was the night of their 2-year anniversary together, and Tomoyo knew that he was going to do something special. She could just feel it, and when he did do that special something, she already knew what to say. But there was also something wrong, it was her intuition telling her that Eriol had something he needed to tell her before they could live happily ever after, like in her dreams...with that Tomoyo went back to day dreaming.
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A cool night breeze tickled her dark tresses as she stood outside, in her lanai sipping a flute of red wine with a blue-eyed man. The faraway sounds of busy roads were the only reminder of the couple being anywhere near civilization. Tomoyo's upscale apartment was deceptively peaceful and lush, full of exotic night flowers and ferns. The peaceful tinkling of water also had a place in Tomoyo's spacious garden. Sakura and other close friends had laughingly teased Tomoyo's strange fixation on her garden many times. Tomoyo usually replies smilingly that this was one reason she still preserved her sanity or would also laugh at them back by replying that they "suffered" through her garden parties and weren't complaining of her hosting abilities. A smile played around her features as she thought of all the impromptu parties held here with those dearest to her.
The dinner came and went smoothly enough, it was like a ritual now to have dinner and then come to Tomoyo's apartment to relax and enjoy the night. The evenings were usually filled with confidences or silences depending on their mood.
As Tomoyo bent down to inhale a fragrant night blossom Eriol reached out and touched her shoulder. The touch went through her like fire, but she was used to such touches and did not show how much he affected her. After two years of close intimacy, Tomoyo was hardly immune to the charms Eriol possessed. Eriol had changed from the silent boy she once knew in elementary school. He was still lithe but with the slender athletic grace of a fighter. The years had matured Eriol's once impish features into the rough beauty and had given him time to come to terms with the intertwining of his soul with the soul of the powerful magician Clow Reed. And deepened the blue of his eyes, perhaps a sign of the deepening of Eriol's soul, Tomoyo mused while she waited for Eriol to perhaps comment on the beauty of the night or tell her that something that she was expecting.
"Tomoyo," Eriol broke the pleasant silence, hesitantly, as if not wanting to shatter their peace, fearing what may come next.
"You know that we've been together for a while now, so I've been wondering if you would..." He broke off as though he was embroiled in a silent battle within himself. Exceedingly curious.
"Yes?" Tomoyo asked puzzled because this was not the usually decisive person she knew. Eriol was a warm, teasing man, much different from the impassive boy that was once him. Something had changed him during his disappearance from his friends, before his relationship with the raven haired lady. But Tomoyo, blind in her love for him did not notice. She was only glad that he was here with her now, Tomoyo feared of what she may discover in the hidden recesses of Eriol's past.
"Would you...would you..." He stuttered, his face stricken as he tried to control the shattering feelings that trapped his soul.
"Would I, could I, what love?" Tomoyo asked teasingly and somewhat bemusedly, this might only be some silly trick that Eriol had up his sleeve, he was after all, known as a superb actor. It was likely that Eriol was in one of his more amiable moods this evening.
The word "Love" was the final straw for Eriol; he seemed surprised and Tomoyo only had a chance to take a fleeting look at the agony that eschewed the azure-eyed man before he fled her lanai and slammed her apartment door. So I'm left again, the sable-haired girl thought numbly before collapsing on an overstuffed chair.
It's still shorter then I planned to write but it is better then the first. Please review and give me your thoughts on this more detailed chapter.
-Aria