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Somewhere,
over the rainbow, way up high
There's
a land that I heard of
Once
in a lullaby
Somewhere
over the rainbow, skies are blue
And
the dreams that you dare to dream
Really
do come true
Someday
I'll wish upon a star
And
wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where
troubles melt like lemon drops
And
way above the chimney tops
Is
where you'll find me, and
Somewhere
over the rainbow, way up high
There's
a land that I heard of
Once
in a lullaby
Where
troubles melt like lemon drops
And
way above the chimney tops
That's
where you'll find me, and
Somewhere
over the rainbow, skies are blue
And
the dreams that you dare to dream
Really
do come true
If
happy little blue birds fly
Beyond
the rainbow
Why, or why, can't I?
Chapter VI – To Remember
Eriol gasped in exasperation. For the last hour and a half he has been venting his confusion on the old grand piano by the living room.
He's been always like this. Every time it rains he gets a vision from Clow he'd crack up and feel like venting, tired of all the memories that keep on crossing his mind making him everything but normal. And to the grand piano's dismay has been the reincarnation of the most powerful mage in the face of the planet's emotional punching bag.
He simply wanted to forget- to be not Clow - to be normal. That's why he agreed to the whole judgment thing right from the very beginning. But he's growing impatient. For him, things are becoming way too overwhelming, way too much for his small body to hold like as if there is a need to hold on something for the dear life of him or else he'll lose it.
His guardians are away today, running some errands he had them do and won't be back till perhaps midnight and his solitude is eating him up. More memories are clouding his mind, all a blur like a collage poorly done.
He slammed his fingers to the ivory keys creating an eerie sound, his head was splitting into two and he finds it hard to breathe.
He was loosing it.
Darega…
Somebody…
Help…
And all of a sudden, as if to break him from his trance, the doorbell rang and he mechanically walked to the door like nothing happened only to be surprised on who he saw…
"D-Daidouji-san?" he stuttered surprised. In front of him was the Daidouji heiress drenched to the skin, eyes red, hair disheveled and worse – crying.
The Daidouji heiress seems to have not heard him for she neither blinked nor moved. She simply has that glazed look in her eyes that indicate that she is lost within her thoughts.
"Daidouji-san?" he tried again this time shaking her lightly. She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at him confused.
"Hiirigizawa-kun?"
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"Here's some tea, it will warm you up" Eriol said handing the Daidouji heiress with a fine China filled with Earl Gray tea.
The lass hesitantly accepted the cup and took a sip.
"I'm sorry for the trouble," she said in a low voice.
Silence yet again enveloped them.
"It's alright. I assume you don't want me to call your mother," Eriol said wiping the rim of his glasses with a tissue.
"Yes, please" she said surprised.
Eriol smiled.
"I won't nag you on telling me what happened but I suggest you get change before you catch a cold," he said putting his glasses back on and looking at her straight in the eye.
"My cousin's clothes are way too big for you I hope you don't mind using mine," he continued handing her a neat pile of change of clothes and a towel he took from the closet earlier.
"Thank you again, I'm really sorry for the trouble," Tomoyo said bowing.
"Now, now, if you keep on apologizing, you'd be catching pneumonia and I will be having Sakura-san and Li-san haunting me to my grave," Eriol chuckled trying to lighten the mood as he lead the way to the bathroom.
Tomoyo gave a light laugh and went to the bathroom to change.
Eriol was playing by the piano when Tomoyo was through
Out of the corner of his eye he watched her walk towards the bay window near the grand piano and look at the rain in awe.
"Care to join me?" he asked, not removing his eyes from the ivory keys.
Tomoyo did not move a muscle. Her eyes remained glued to the splatters of rain silhouetting Eriol's beautiful garden.
After minutes of stillness she mechanically sat next to him her eyes still glued to the windows while Eriol played.
Eriol smirked.
Tomoyo Daidouji is an enigma he could not comprehend and perhaps will never be able to comprehend. He was even more surprised when he heard her humming, softly like an angel, an angel who should not be gracing the earth with her heavenly presence.
But he was not blind, not deaf, nor dumb to notice the muffled sobs concealed within the humming. To not realize the reason of her sudden fascination to the rain – she envied the sky for it could cry.
He need not have to seek the aid of his other half to know, for he knows.
The playing ceased and Tomoyo looked at him questioningly.
He turned his back against her and said, "Cry, I won't look. So, cry."
It was not a plea or a request. It was a command -plain and simple.
Cry. And she froze.
"I told you. Cry, I won't look, so cry," he repeated his voice firm the same time gentle.
And she broke down. Then and there she wept in his back, her tears staining his navy polo. Her tears were warm and Eriol could tell that she was shivering and he remained still, letting her cry till she no longer feels like crying.
Angels don't cry
But she did
An ocean of tears
She hid
Not knowing
Tears fall
Bit by bit
Stinging her heart
And his heart
…weak…
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"Good morning," Eriol greeted looking up from the morning paper to the lass by the kitchen door.
Tomoyo just woke up and is rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand like a four year old, a white sweater hanging loosely on her petite frame.
She was like a doll – naïve and fragile.
When one thinks about it, she is a doll.
"Good morning," she greeted back joining him at the breakfast table.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, the best I had in years"
He raised a questioning brow.
She avoided his gaze and caught sight of something.
"Hiirigizawa-kun, I didn't know you had a cat!" she said walking towards a ball of fur across the room.
"Spinel Sun?" Eriol muttered realization dawning on him of his sun guardian's presence.
"Oide" she gently said stretching her hand to the so-called feline.
To Eriol's disbelief Spinel walked up to her and purred.
"Aren't you charming?" she said snuggling Spinel within her arms not minding or taking notice of the creature's butterfly wings.
Nakuru will go ballistic if she sees this.
"Hiirigizawa-kun?"
"Hai?"
"Can I ask you a favor?"
He nodded. Minutes later, they are by the swings in Penguin Park. It was about sunrise and the sky was a beautiful canvass of blue, orange and white.
Tomoyo pulled out her Polaroid camera and started taking pictures.
"You always do that," Eriol noted watching Tomoyo as she took more pictures.
"Do what?" she asked.
"Taking pictures, videos, why?" he asked.
She puts down her camera and looks at him.
"So I won't forget," she answered simply.
"So you won't forget?" he repeated.
"Yes, do you tend to forget?" she relied swinging softly.
"Me, well…not really. It's quite the contrary actually. I remember things way too much it tends to be overwhelming…" he said looking at a far distance.
It was the truth. He always remembers.
His mind was so keen that it even remembers a past that does not belong to him.
Every frame of movement, every word spoken, every emotion expressed – they all remain fresh in his memory, engraved in his mind like a flame that slowly consumes his sanity.
It was the gift and curse of being Clow.
"Hiirigizawa-kun?" Tomoyo asked breaking his thoughts.
"Gomen, you were saying?" he asked.
"I was asking if it is wrong to forget, is it?" she asked not minding the fact that he was zoned out a couple of seconds ago.
"To forget?"
"Yes, from small things like names and dates to big things like… like memories…" she said in a bare whisper.
Silence.
She looked at him impatient swinging her legs like what a toddler would do.
"Well… some people tend to make a big deal about it… but it's no big deal really," he said nonchalantly.
She looked at him confused like as if asking him to explain.
"That's what the heart is for… to remember what the mind forgets…" he said the sun's rays glinting his glasses.
And she understood.
"I see…"
She then stood up and walked close to his back and he looked up at her quizzically. She looked down.
They were so close he could practically smell her, his breath warm on her chest.
She smiled then pointed to a distance to which he looked up only to be blinded by a flash.
"What was that?" he asked rubbing his eyes.
"A picture…" she said showing him a Polaroid photo of the two of them before tucking it to her pocket.
"So I'd remember…"
Sai-chan: I finally got through with this one. If you noticed the lines about angels crying it's shaped like a sword or a dagger. I was surprised it turned out like that. If you're wondering why she's crying I'm afraid you guys have to wait till the next next chappie. I already had all planned out. Hope you like it. Please do make my day and review. Constructive criticisms are accepted. ) Thank you so much! Merry Christmas everyone!
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