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Chapter 5
Return: To come back, or begin again, after an interval, regular or irregular; to appear again.
Eriol walked down the road towards the Daidouji Manor. It was a cold, and gloomy day. The skies were grey, the wind blew gently, and few droplets of rain dripped from the sky. He saw Syaoran coming from the other direction staring down at an envelop from the photo processing store. "Hey Syaoran," Eriol smiled.
Syaoran looked up at Eriol, and frowned, "What do you want Hiiragizawa?"
"Nothing really, I'm just on my way to Tomoyo's."
Syaoran looked surprised by Eriol's response. Eriol looked intently at the photos in Syaoran's hand, "What's that?" Eriol asked curiously.
Syaoran shrugged, "I don't know. Tomoyo gave it to me when I chased her from the park."
Eriol's eyes grew wide. Could Tomoyo have taken pictures of Sakura and that boy? "Since I won't see you for a while, do you mind if I take a look at those?" Eriol wondered.
Syaoran tossed the photos into Eriol's hands. Eriol slid one picture halfway out of the envelope and sure enough, it was of Sakura and that guy. He pushed the picture back in and sighed. 'Poor Syaoran, you're going to get hurt,' Tomoyo's words were still ringing through his head. I'm going to destroy Syaoran and Sakura because they tried to kill me, but you… I'm going to hurt you for a different reason. You're going to suffer for the thing that you did kill. "But what did I kill?" Eriol mumbled.
"What?" Syaoran asked, holding out his hand impatiently, "Are you going to give that back, or what?"
Eriol snapped out of his trance and nodded his head. Without a second thought, he handed the photos over to Syaoran. 'Sakura deserves it, I know that it she didn't do it on purpose, but she still deserves it,' Eriol thought.Syaoran looked down anxiously at the photos. "I'm going to Sakura's," Syaoran began to walk, "We're going to look at these together."
Eriol let out a faint laugh, making Syaoran scowl, "What's so funny?"
Eriol shook his head and continued walking to Tomoyo's. Syaoran rolled his eyes and went in the other direction towards Sakura's house.
…Daidouji Manor…
Tomoyo's tears had dried, and she was now wandering her home. She found herself in her backyard admiring the garden. She kneeled down at a patch of flowers and began to trace their petals.
Flashback
One month before Tomoyo had been "murdered", Eriol and Tomoyo were walking around the garden. She had been very distracted by a rumour saying that Kaho and Eriol were in a relationship. A lovely rose appeared before her face. She noticed that Eriol picked it from Sonomi's garden. "My mom is going to kill you," she accepted the rose.
"Then let her kill me," Eriol laughed.
Tomoyo smiled a bit, then turned away. She began to play a game of he loves my, he loves me not. Eriol wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder. He stopped her hand from plucking petals, "I love you."
Tomoyo nodded her head, but still continued plucking, "Would you ever hurt me?"
Eriol stepped back, "What?"
Tomoyo turned and looked him straight in the eye, "Would you ever hurt me?"
"No, why?" he smiled, thinking that she was just joking.
She removed the last petal and stared at it. Eriol took the petal and threw it into the wind. "There was just this rumour going around that you were in love with Kaho, that's all," Tomoyo sighed.
Eriol rolled his eyes, "I'll never fall in love with Kaho, Tomoyo. Never in a million years."
Tomoyo put on a smile, then took his hand, "And now I know that you'll never hurt me."
Eriol picked her up in his arms and spun her around.
End of Flashback
Eriol would never know that the last petal was He loves me not… Tomoyo snapped back to reality. She turned her head to the side, and stared at the person standing there.
…Sakura's house…
Syaoran rang the doorbell, and Sakura answered the door. "SYAORAN!" Sakura beamed then tightly embraced him.
'I broke up with that other guy, and I promise to never do that to you again,' she thought. Syaoran wave some photos in an envelope in front of her face, "You wanna look at these? Tomoyo gave them to me."
Sakura tilted her head then smiled, "Very funny."
"No, she's really did," he frowned.
"Well then open them!" she said excitedly.
Syaoran looked down at the envelope then pulled out the first picture. He looked disturbed by the picture. He pulled the rest out of the envelope and scanned the photos. There were pictures of Sakura all over a boy that they had met a few months ago. Syaoran glared at every picture, 'How could she? Why Sakura?' Every picture was of her and that guy. "What's wrong?" Sakura tilted her head in curiosity.
"I trusted you," Syaoran stated in a furious tone, giving Sakura a death glare, "I bloody trusted you Sakura!"
Syaoran hadn't given her a death glare since elementary; he was acting as if they were enemies again. "What are you talking about?" Sakura demanded.
Syaoran threw the pictures on the floor, "You cheated on me you bloody bitch!" he yelled.
Sakura gasped at the pictures. Then a thought came to mind and tears began to flow from her eyes. Syaoran was actually going to leave her. He was pacing around the room grumbling to himself, "Hiiragizawa looked at the pictures; why didn't he tell me?"
He stopped and looked down at Sakura. Her head was hanging down, and tears were falling from her face. He smirked, "Well Sakura, it looks like I'm single again. Have fun with your new boyfriend."
Syaoran turned away. "Whore," he muttered over his shoulder and made Sakura cry even more, then left.
…Daidouji Manor…
Eriol stood there waiting for Tomoyo to say something. She stood up and faced him. Eriol examined her. She was very pale, and dressed all in black. The wind was blowing her hair into her face, but it left her eyes exposed. "Hiiragizawa," she said formally.
"Tomoyo."
She walked back to the door, "So what brings the infamous reincarnation of Clow Reed to the Daidouji Manor?" she opened the door and invited him inside.
"I saw the pictures you took of Sakura at the park," Eriol entered the house.
She led him into the kitchen and she began to prepare coffee for the two of them, "Really, how did they turn out?"
"Well, let's just say that Syaoran won't be in Tomoeda much longer," he sat down at the table, "Sakura was the only thing keeping him here."
"What a shame," Tomoyo sighed, and then paused for a second to reflect, "You still take your coffee black with two sugars right?"
Eriol nodded, "What did I kill?"
"Ow!" Tomoyo stepped away from the counter holding her hand.
"What happened?" Eriol got up from his seat and checked her hand.
"It's nothing, I just spilled some hot water on it," she pulled her hand away from him then put a cold rag on her hand.
Eriol finished making the coffees and handed a cup to Tomoyo, "Thanks," she took a sip from the cup.
"So where were you these last two years? How did you survive?" Eriol asked.
Tomoyo leaned against the counter, and pondered for a while, "Let's see… I survived because the was a big ship filled with immoral fishermen who were way out north of Tomoeda, and my body drifted into their nets. When I regained consciousness, I became their official boat slave," she glanced at Eriol, who gave her a confused look, "It means that you do all the laundry, cooking, cleaning…" Tomoyo twirled her hair around her finger, "Well those fishermen lived in Hawaii, so when I got there, the head fisherman got me a job at a restaurant as a waitress, and I worked there for the two years."
She smiled at Eriol as if nothing were wrong. Eriol took Tomoyo into his arms, "I'm sorry, you suffered so much for no reason."
Tomoyo reached around Eriol and pulled a knife out of the drawer behind him. She pressed it lightly against Eriol's neck, "Yes, you're right. I did suffer for no reason, and the thing that you don't seem to understand is that I'm not that forgiving."
"Fine, kill me then," Eriol shrugged, "Death is way better than having the one person that you love hate you."
"Shut up Hiiragizawa!" she yelled.
Eriol could see tears forming in her eyes as she pressed the cold knife harder against his throat. Eriol smiled malevolently, "So I have found your weakness."
"And what would that be?" Tomoyo glowered.
"You still love me," Eriol chuckled.
Tomoyo moved away from him, and withdrew the knife. Eriol smiled, and came closer to her, "You know… the funny thing about love is that you can't control it. You can try to run away from it, but it will always find you."
He leaned in to kiss her, but Tomoyo stepped away. "Get out of my house," she pointed towards the door, "Get out of my house you stupid son of a bit-"
Eriol finally got fed up and pressed his lips against hers. Tomoyo tried to get away from him, but he was too strong. She decided to relax and let him kiss her. He was right, she still did love him, but was that really going to stop her from getting retribution. She pulled away from him and smiled at him. That smile… Eriol missed it so much. She placed her hand in his and brought him into the living room. They sat on the couch and continued to talk, and soon after Tomoyo had fallen asleep in his arms.
…Syaoran's apartment…
Syaoran slammed his bedroom door, and sunk to the floor. He began to shed tears. Sakura meant the world to him and she ripped his heart right out. He pulled out his phone and wiped his tears. He dialled his mother's number… busy. He then dialled his sister's number. "Hello?" a voice on the other line answered.
"Hey," Syaoran pulled out his suitcase and began throwing his clothes into it.
"Xiao Lang! What a wonderful surprise!" her voice sounded excited, "Why are you calling? I thought you didn't like me."
Syaoran looked around feeling irritated, "I just wanted to tell you that I'm coming back home in two days. I've already told Wei that we're going, and I've already gotten tickets for the next flight to Hong Kong. Can you pass the message on to mom?"
"Well I'm happy you're returning."
"Yes, me too."
"Are you bringing the card mistress with you?"
"No."
"What a shame. Well, then I'll prepare your room for you."
"Thanks sis," Syaoran hung up the phone.
He finished packing and closed his suitcase. 'I'm finally going back home,' he thought, 'But there's still one more thing that I have to do.'
