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Finding Love

A non CCS canon

Written by

~DeathwanteR~

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Chapter 2: Drunken Master

She sat there continuing to dream of happiness with the aid of liquor and chaser. Hours and hours of never ending purr did not spare her momentary scream of perception. Was it her fault that every thing she wants continues to fade? And the threat of eternal vagueness entered her dominion, incinerating every chances of having a worthy life.

"Damn this world..."

She dared defy this world by succumbing herself to the brief persona of another Daidouji Tomoyo, under the influence of wine.

"Hey isn't that the girl we saw last night?"

"Yeah...we better get out of here quickly before she becomes crazy!"

That's right...every person inside the tavern went out knowing that someone will be nearly contaminated by the effects of pure alcoholic breed.

"For Christ's sake..." Tomoyo muttered totally consumed by the power of languidness.

Every gaze thrown at the raven-haired lass was laced with fear and concern. Some denied the fact that she was the one yesterday that went berserk, so they stayed. The events went that fast...again she was holding the black labeled bottle muttering every word she wanted to say at the very front of the faces of each person.

"Someone! Help this woman here!"

"Shuddup! I can t-take ker o-of myself!" , and she went out of the tavern swaying languidly with her ruffled hair and clothes. She walked at every street, and waved at every person she saw, then she would laugh. Like a hysterical woman that went the living hell out of her asylum.

"P-pig!" she pointed at a person then laughed.

"What did you call me!"

"P-pig!"

"Stupid idiot! I'll teach you a lesson." the angry stranger said to her as he held her hand, fiercely.

"G-get off me!" she protested, influence of wine still present. She must have remembered her works about the shaolin druken master from the 500's or so. She imagined that in these events she could use her kicks and punches. With her mind working out thoroughly 'That's it! Just like a shaolin'

As usual in every book, the shaolin drunken master holds a wine, while taking on the enemies with languid moves. He used time as his aid and used his kicks and punches in the right period of counter attack.

"Ha!" Tomoyo just kicked the man on his stomach. The man totally taken by surprise held his aching belly.

And in an instance Tomoyo took stance of the usual drunken master. Bruce Lee style...

"Haaiiyaaa!!"

Kicks, punches and whatsoever did the man received from the raging woman. He wondered how such hysterical woman could have the gift of discipline in martial arts as he ran, as fast as he could.

"Serves you right you pig!" she laughed.

She still held the black labeled wine. Noticing that the bottle was empty, she threw it hard smashing it into broken shards of glasses.

"Bah!!"

She walked away from the alleyway and continued her walk to the train station, where her walk was still languid due to the influence of wine. Deep inside her, she wondered why life gave her a trudging existence of pure unluckiness. She went inside the train and sat at one of the bench where eyes still grimaced at her with pure filthiness. There she poured out her feelings and cried. Remembering her deceased fiancé and their moments together.

"Daidouji-san..."

She would hear him say to her. She could never imagine those days what was sweeter.

"Eat your ice cream now before it melts into your hands."

"Darn you! I'm not a kid anymore!"

"I know.." her boyfriend giggled with amusement.

Memories, just came passing by her mind as she sway her every thoughts around the picturesque scenery that the windowpane of the train shows her. Just like the two of them together, perfect in the eyes of every person that saw them.

Approaching Bokuto Station....

It seems that every city she sees has a memory or event that invoked her mind to remember once more. She cursed the world for hurting hr so much. 'What have I done for you to punish me?' she muttered in her mind, feeling the constant pain that lingered through her soul.

Next stop Tomoeda Station...

Her heart longs for console. The once Tomoyo Daidouji, simple, cheerful, was taken away by such incredulous events. Her eyes sought for someone to hold her...but it seems like no one could understand her.

Approaching Tomoeda Station..

As soon as the train stopped, her languid walks continued to sway under the moonlight, where the cold night became her only companion, as she reached her mansion.

TBC...

(A/N: Sorry for the l8 update!! Thankies for reading...ill update soon!!)