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Finding Love

A non CCS canon

Written by

~ Deathwanter ~

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(A/N: Hello guys! Up to a new story...I uh, removed my other fic titled Reflections on a Lake View, cuz the story kinda, uh, suck? Well anyways! Bah! On to the story! RR!)

Summary: A writer of action genre books, Tomoyo Daidouji, is currently grieving for the death of her boyfriend. She then spends her time drinking and finding inspiration to save her writing career, but ended in finding a new twisted way of falling in love.

CHAPTER 1: Remembering

There she is standing with a mixture feeling of exasperation and forlorn.

'Why does he have to die?'

She continued to ask herself constantly as she stares at the grave of her deceased boyfriend. Its been 3 years since they thought that this perfect love was made to last forever, but ended in a tragic way. It has been 3 damn years of continuous promises.... promises, that faded in an instance.

The tears flowing from her face is one undeniable fact that she gave almost all her life for this man in the hope for fulfilling her dream of having a perfect family. Now, all of that is gone. Blown away by an unexpected gust of tragedy.

Their three-year foundation of love stood strongly. Seems like their love for each other revealed an indelible structure of concrete sincerity and trust. But, only with the kiss of death, it faded.

Now she stood there remembering those memories of their sharing of mutual feelings. She cried, yes, it's a normal thing to do. So she cried, not knowing if she could love again, or is she could trust fate. All seems to be in a picture of nothingness. All seems to be, beyond perception.

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"W-wa-iter! Gi-gi-give m-me sho- shome m-more!"

"But Ms. you have been drinking for three full hours now. Isnt that taking any effect on you?"

"Shuddup! G-go and g-get m-m-me a-nothe-r b-b-bottle!"

Her world was blurry. Each vision rendered to her sight doubles. Like the cross-eyed effect. Her mind still trails for something worth to do..and here she found the thing she wanted to do. Inside a bar...

There she threw all away her feelings, crying, smiling, frowning, then shouting: 'Hey give me another bottle here!'.

"H-h-h-hey!! Y-y-you p-pe-people h-h-here!" she shouted, still holding the black labeled wine drinking every ounce of it in mid sentence (or word). There she stood like a hysterical Amazonian tribe woman, who took the effect of pure alcoholic sensation through her ruffled hair and clothes.

She pointed each and every one inside the bar creating havoc and traumatic experience to the crowd who started noticing her hysterical motions and voice.

"Y—you! I-I-its unfair is-ssnt it!?"

"W-what?" asked the surprised man.

She pointed another then another person asking the same question that shook the their minds in countless questions.

"B-bull- sh-shit! Thi-this wo-world gave n-nothing t-to m-me! Waiteeer!!!"

"This is enough. Ms. we have to get you home now."

"Shu-shuddup! G-g-give me... b-b-bottle!"

"Geez she is having it now! Someone carry her!"

"Damn! I'll carry her!" someone volunteered.

"G-g-get aw-away fr-from me! Yo- u ba-bas.."

She paused and in an instant she, threw away all the gut of her 'spirit' down the man nearest to her.

"Shit! My suit!"

That was the final words she heard that night except the continuous plead of help of the persons inside the bar. Everything went to pitch black.

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An aching head, a heavy body, and a stressful morning. That was what greeted the raven-haired lass. She scanned the place she is in and found the familiar ceiling she used to stare. She was home.

"So how was your sleep my daughter?"

She groaned, feeling the unbearable pain from her head that sent her body to shiver.

"How did I get here?"

"I must be the one asking that. Besides you know how easy it is for you to be known in a crowded place like that."

"Look mom, I was in there to spend my time."

"Spend your time? Look at yourself! You look like a helpless child!"

She remained silent. Her mom is right. She is helpless...and neither can she find any hope.

"I understand how you feel, but wasting your life isn't a solution for that! Always remember that everything has a reason."

Tomoyo felt the sudden flow of warm tears from her eyes, as she let herself drown in the arms of her mother, as she always did when she was a child.

"Don't worry my daughter, I know someone will come into your life again."

There she continued to cry. Not knowing what the future plans for her.

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"This is crap!"

"What?" Tomoyo exclaimed surprised at their editor. She was making that book for months, and there she stood in front of her boss telling that her story is nothing but a crap?

"The story is too common, and besides you must be writing a more sensible thing! Rather than having a ninja here who is stuck in a medieval period having it with a kung-fu guy! And this..how was this able to relate in WWII?" her boss said glaring at each pages with visible exasperation.

"Listen Daidouji, I'm giving you enough time to rest. I understand that you still grieve for the death of your boyfriend but that doesn't need to enter in your career! Now go out in my office and find an inspiration or better yet, find someone who can relate to your story!"

It seems like each day that passes is like a burden to her. Finding reasons for this is like finding a needle in open space. She left in utter disgust and disappointment, not knowing what to do next. This time it might be a different day for her....and definitely she will return to that bar.

TBC...

(A/N: Ok...so that must be a little mushy. But thankies for those read my work! RR!)