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Chapter Four- Clean With Water

You are heartless; you are terribly cold.

But I do know... that...

In your heart, your wings will soon unfold;

And soon will unravel...

Your true self, ever so bold...

Everything was happening so fast and Eriol's whole life was flashing before him like a slide show. Was his life going to end this soon? Without the hopes of ever experiencing happiness?

He hollered as he fell down from many stories, afraid to look down, afraid of the painful impact.

He felt nothing.

Fortunately, he was alive, landing into brushes of thick, long grass and wild flowers, all breaking his fall. He sat deathly still, frightened after his ordeal, but was granted a second life, a chance. Many things were swarming into his mind.

Was this an accident?

Had Syaoran intended to kill him?

Too many thoughts and the perfume permitting from the crushed flowers overwhelmed him and made him dizzy. He fainted.

-Syaoran's Pov-

I knew it was wrong to walk away. I didn't know what to do. Was Eriol all right? Or perhaps... dead? I felt like I had to do something but my mind kept telling me to walk away and continue my jog. So, I strolled away, needing a place to take my mind far from torment.

"Why do I feel like I'm committing the worse sin of all?" I groaned, "I should have saved him. What am I going to tell mother?"

A bath, I needed a warm, relaxing bath to wash away the discomfort. I walked into my chambers and into the bathing area. Quickly discarding my royal apparels; I jumped into the steaming, hot springs.

I thought I would be fine by now but this warm bath didn't feel nice at all. "This feeling? What is this feeling?"

Guilt. I thought I hated Eriol to the point I wanted to kill him, but I didn't mean for him to fall out the window. Now what the hell am I going to do? Maybe I was so enraged at seeing Eriol with that girl that I couldn't control my anger. What are these fucking feelings? I had not meant for everything to turn out this nasty. I... I just don't understand anything anymore.

Maybe this wouldn't have happened if I kept to my promise and avoid the girl as possible. I want people to have nothing to do with me!

-Servant's Room-

Sakura sat in the corner of the quiet room, crying silently to herself and furiously wiping away the escaping, hot tears. 'How can someone try to hit me? What did I ever do wrong but care for another being? Why is he so cold?'

Sakura jumped onto her bed and pushed her face into the cottony, white pillowcase, trying to quiet down her sobbing. 'I hope Eriol is okay because Syaoran looked so angry that he could have killed him. Why does he act that way? Like Eriol said, something in his past...'

"Excuse me miss, are you okay?" a soft, comforting voice asked out of nowhere.

Sakura shot her head up and saw a girl with long, raven hair and bright amethyst eyes, gaping worriedly at her. "W-Who are you?" Sakura whispered wearily.

The girl smiled. "Daidouji Tomoyo. I am a new servant and they assigned me this room for my sleeping quarter. Now... aren't you going to tell me your name?"

Sakura smiled weakly, propping herself up properly to greet her new friend. "My name is Kinomoto Sakura."

"Don't cry anymore; tears do not suit you." Tomoyo whispered soothingly, "You look like someone who doesn't shed tears too often."

Sakura shook her head. "I'm not."

"Then dry those tears and tell me what's wrong... I'm willing to listen," came the soft reply.

"I'm truly confused of my situation... It's just that... this cruel boy is horrible towards me, my friend... just everybody. I should hate him... but I don't."

Tomoyo put a finger to her mouth and thought for a while. "Is it because you care for the cruel boy?"

Sakura broke into tears once more. "I shouldn't be caring for someone who is so heartless."

"Who is the boy?"

"I... I..." she sobbed, finding difficulty in forming her words.

"Shhh... you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Now cheer up, please, for me," pleaded Tomoyo.

Sakura managed another smile as she wiped away her tears with the back of her hands. "It's nice to have a servant to talk to... since everyone in the castle is quiet."

Tomoyo giggled.

A sudden voice entered from outside the room. "Tomoyo, go tend to the garden outside!" yelled, the eldest of the servants, Jusua Mikuto.

"Hai." Tomoyo called back, taking one glance over her shoulder before she left.

'Syaoran... I guess I actually care for you.' Sakura thought but was interrupted by Mikuto, yet again.

"Sakura! Go wash the dishes!"

"Ay, okay!' Sakura cried.

-Garden-

Tomoyo was humming as she was watering the delicate flowers, hugging at her ankles. Her eyes gleamed up at the bright sky, full of daylight, and life. A few white doves soared the sky with so much freedom.

"How I wish to fly like that... so freely," murmured Tomoyo. 'Every servant desires to be free.' She was deep in thought as she watered away when unexpectedly, a low groan filled her ears.

"Arghhhhhh... that was so cold!"

Tomoyo shot her gaze to the ground, at seeing a young man laying there.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I was deep in thought and I accidentally got you soaked." She apologized quickly, taking out a small handkerchief to wipe away the water droplets.

Eriol looked up at the girl who was desperately trying to dry him, but with no success. The girl looked at him too, until they both locked gaze. He had seen kindness and wittiness in those amethyst eyes. She had seen intellect and wisdom in those azure eyes; however, there was also sadness.

He stood up, reaching a head taller than her, and gaped at her apologetic features. "Don't worry, I found that quite refreshing. So, what's your name?"

The girl blushed. "Daidouji Tomoyo," she stammered and looked away shyly.

"Such a lovely name for such a beautiful girl," complimented Eriol, causing her to blush even more.

"The name's Hiiragizawa, Eriol." He bowed politely, just like the noble he was.

"Wah! A noble!" Tomoyo cried. "Then I'm really, really sorry that I got you wet."

He raised an edgy eyebrow. "I said, don't worry. I won't let any harm come to you. You may have heard that a cold person is living in this castle wall but it's certainly not me."

Tomoyo looked up, immediately mesmerized by those mysterious azure eyes. Again, sadness continued to linger in those depths. She wondered what was wrong with him and unconsciously took a step forward, tripping from a rock at a same time.

She cried softly but she fell into arms of the boy she was suddenly fond of.

"Careful," whispered the mysterious boy, making the hair on her neck stand. He pulled her into a hug but she didn't resist, she found it nice.

"Thank you," she whispered and held him tighter.

-Syaoran's Chambers-

He was laying, back flat on his bed, glaring up at the ceiling. "I thought this awful feeling would disintegrate by now, but why the hell do I still feel it?" Syaoran argued with himself, getting tangled up in his sheets as he tried to jump out of his bed.

He sheets were around his slender frame as he dropped it to the floor, walking up to his familiar window to take in some sightseeing.

"Eriol... he lives," Syaoran whispered, without noticing how relieved he felt when Eriol was standing outside, engaging in a conversation with a girl.

"Who is that girl?" Syaoran thought, a sudden sadness engulfing him at watching the two couple. There was a strange pang in his heart.

Loneliness was what it was.

'Shouldn't I be used to this feeling by now?' Syaoran thought indignantly before turning on his heels and exiting his room.

tbc...