Chapter VI : Let's Go Party! (Special Edition)
The soft and gentle sunlight pouring through the floor to ceiling windows wakes me up from my peaceful slumber. Covering a yawn with a hand I open slowly my eyes to greet the awakening world. 8:00AM reads the Sony Dream Machine on my bedside table. I stretch my numb body after 8 hours of uneventful sleep, to then head towards the bathroom.
"Ohayo okaasan!" I say cheerfully to the impeccable dressed-up woman sipping quietly her morning coffee while reading the newspaper. "How are you?" Planting a kiss atop her head. She smiles at me.
"Ohayo Tomoyo-chan!... I had such a wonderful night" Folding the huge papers and placing them aside. "How about yours?" Before taking a bite at her strawberry jam spread toast
"It was a blissful night." I say spreading my own toast with low-fat butter.
"You remember the party we're holding tonight, don't you darling?" Looking at me in search of any sign of confusion.
"How could I forget about it?" I reply almost automatically. "After all the arrangements we've done"
"Good! A chauffeur from The Metropolitan will pick you up at Eton after your last school beacause Mr. Smith will be busy all day." She says after dabbing her lips with a cloth-napking.
"Don't worry, I've already cancelled my club meetings and extra-curricular activities." For which I earn a nod of approval.
"Okay, then everything is settled!... I want this to be lovely!" She chirped with so much enthusiasm it was contagious.
As was promised, as soon as the last bell rang dismiss I gathered my things and exited the historic building also know as college. I barely had time to say good-bye to Eriol-kun who was heading towards the library.
Mother decided to hold the business party at The White Room in The Metropolitan, which is among the capital's most enduring design phenomena. A hotel that combines cool looks and cosseting service with a contemporary mindset. The White Room can hold up to eighty people and is one of the most popular venues in the hotel. By day, a glass ceiling floods the room with light, making it lovely for afternoon gatherings.
Taking into account London's absurd traffic at key hours, mother booked a penthouse suite with 2 bedrooms located in the hotel's top floor. I enjoy the fantastic view of Hyde Park when bathing and refreshing for the upcoming activities.
Fastening securely the crisp white robe before twisting and wrapping the hair in an equally white towel I plop down on the plush sofa in front of a Sony 42" plasma screen complete with a Bose surround system.
Now that we moved temporary to England the mother and daughter relationship is much better. We spent some time under a get to know you therapy of sorts and it worked out for the best. I remember myself feeling down months ago when still living in Tomoeda. But since I'm here everything has changed and is brighter in my eyes. I smile more often and do it genuinely. Warmness and care are around me like a blanket and I feel so happy. Seems like all I ever needed was a change of air and some time to get to know me better.
The dress I'll use tonight is a beautiful creation made of champagne silk and lace. It's sleeveless and strapless (which could become an annoyance later on) and reaches the knee with a rather long slit at the right side going from the mid-thigh. The underdress is made of thick silk with a top layer of brocade depicting a delicate flowery pattern that's an inch longer than the underdress. A silk ribbon below the breast ties at the back in a simple bow with the ends trailing down. I simply feel in love with it.
I put on the dress with so much care, afraid that any harsh movement could damage it in an irreparable way. The perfect complement (besides jewelry and accessories) is a pair of chic flat-heel ballerina-like slippers with silk ribbons that criss-cross to the calf in the perfect shade of champagne that are made of satin.
I put on a silk robe after glancing at the platinum wristwatch, expecting a knock at any moment. Mother informed me earlier that she had hired a professional makeup artist and hairdresser from the Lesbia Wong Spa to help me get ready.
The woman by the name of Cristal asked whether or not I had given any thoughts to the hair and makeup and I had to say no because I truly hadn't. My day was busy as hell with all of my schools to even try to find some spare time to think of hairdressing. However, I did make a point in telling her that I wanted something easy but elegant for my hair and something not over-done for my makeup.
"You certainly have wonderful hair; thick, voluminous and silky!" She said after placing her tool-box on the table along with a handbag. "I'm going to blow-dry it first. It'll be easier to work with that way."
I just sat and relaxed my muscles for I knew this would take quite a long time. She divided my hair in easy-to-handle sections and secured them with pins and clips to then begin to blow-dry it. Using masterfully both hands, one for the dryer and the other for the brush, she managed to finish her task in half an hour. In the end, my hair was straight and longer with the trademark curls nowhere in sight. I liked its neat appearance.
"We could weave a loose French braid or a high and stylish pony-tail," she paused and walked around me to gauge the many options, "maybe a French twist will do… What do you think?"
"I really don't know… The twist?" I said without a single clue.
"Yeah, that's the best choice so the precious features of this dress show. We wouldn't want to hide your back and cleavage from the guests, would we?" She reasoned, looking for some items in her handbag.
Another half and hour went by and the results was a gorgeous hair-style. As she said, my hair was now in a neatly done French twist. However, there was not a single trace of tension in my head. The hair that fell from the grasp of the silver diadem did so in curls that were not overly dramatic and seemed perfectly natural. Bangs framed my face and forehead. It was perfect!
Another twenty minutes and I was all done. For make-up, Cristal applied light foundation on my face and neck and sealed it with translucent powder. Golden and light lavender eye shadow mixed masterfully on my eyelids and the line of the eyelashes was enhanced with black liquid liner while black mascara made them thicker and longer than they actually are. She said I didn't need it at all, but applied it nonetheless. A soft touch of totally tawny soft-pressed powder blush made my cheeks glow permanently by themselves. Due to the tendency of my lips to get flaky, she applied sheep oil lipstick to perfect the canvas as she said, and then tinted them in a nice peach color over which a touch of lip-gloss was added in the center of my lower lip.
I absolutely loved the outcome. The hair and makeup suited the occasion and me nicely. This woman understood, if not what I wanted, what I did not want. I must admit that I was afraid of looking like a clown at the end of this. But luckily, that didn't happen and I must thank God for that.
After Cristal excused herself and left (with her share of have fun wishes) I looked over the many perfumes and ended up chosing my all time favorite, Paloma Picasso by Lancôme. I uncapped the black, flat egg-shaped bottle and pressed the atomizer thrice at different heights to then walk through the scented curtain.
For jewelry I put on a necklace that consisted only of a heart-shaped diamond dangling from a champagne silk ribbon that held tightly, a pair of square-cut diamond earbuds, the platinum and diamond wristwatch, my wedding ring in the left hand and a trio of platinum bracelets around the right wrist.
I was already late, so giving a last check up on my appearance I smile before turning off the plasma screen and walk towards the door.
"Good evening Eriol-kun!... What are you doing here?" I greet with a happy smile after recovering from the shock of seeing him with a hand poised ready to knock.
Is it me or time seemed to stand still for Eriol-kun? He isn't moving and doesn't seem to be breathing either. "Is there something wrong Eriol-kun?"
His unique azure eyes are darkened by something I can't quite name. If he doesn't quit from looking at me that way I'll be officially freaked out. He's about to dig a whole in me!
He coughs softly coming out of his reverie. "Good evening Tomoyo-san… My, aren't we looking stunning today?" There's his charming smile. "I bet you'll get a lot of attention." And the smile turns into a smirk.
"Shut up!" I say, trying will the redness out of my face. "You are dashing tonight as well," obviously my mind is in no state to produce a good comeback, "did mother send you to pick me up?"
"Right as always tenshi," while taking the poise of a dignified princeto offer me his hand, "mind to grace us, unworthy mortals, with your presence Milady?"
The look he gave me is so intence that I can only nod and follow his lead.
"Tomoyo! You look lovely tonight!" Squealed my mom with such joy and pride that I felt flattered beyond words.
"Thank you mom! You're beauteous yourself, ne Eriol-kun?" Flashing both of them a bright smile.
"That indeed," taking her right hand and kissing it in a gentlemanly fashion, "I have not seen such beauty before in both my lifetimes"
"You're such a charmer," said okaasan with a delighted twinkle in her blue-purple eyes and Eriol only smiled wider. "Mmmm, Tomoyo dear, I've been informed that his Royal Highness has accepted our invitation thus Prince William is honoring us tonight."
"Is he really? That's wonderful!" Glancing at Eriol who graces me with one of his famous smirks.
"Please, take good care of him," she said placing a hand over my left shoulder, "I better be going, there are people who need me." And then she left.
"Are Nakuru and Spinel here with you?" Scanning the crowd of people.
"Yes, near the pastries." He said in a grave voice.
"Should we panic?" I ask, remembering Spinel's hate of sweets and Nakuru's love to make him eat them.
"I hope not." Is all I got from him.
"Let's go and greet some people. We're the hosts, remember? And mother is counting on us to give a good impression," I say and take his arm, "besides we might meet some interesting people and you can blind them with your vast intellect!"
About an hour of mindless chat with directors, executives, clients and the like; the doors are opened and in comes William with a bodyguard.
"Good evening Miss Tomoyo, you're lovely tonight." The blonde youth takes my hand and kisses it, just like Eriol did when he first met Sakura. "Sir Hiiragizawa," doing a neck bow to show his respects, "the Queen sends her greetings and best wishes. She also says that she'd love to speak with you one of these days." I'm puzzled.
"Good evening," he said with a smile, "please tell Your Highness that I miss her dearly and shall pay her a visit the incoming week." Eriol says with a dignity and poise often found in older people.
"Consider it done," and the Prince smiles at us, "I wasn't aware that your mother was such a successful businesswoman Miss Tomoyo. I must say the news shocked me but I'm most happy about it; otherwise I'll be stuck in a place overflowing with mindless etiquette and petty chit-chat," he paused and let out a relieved sigh, "You're my solace tonight."
In the background, the music was getting louder signaling dancing time, but it seemed that no one dared to.
"May I have this dance?" Asked William, just when Eriol seemed to be planning to do the same. I restrained the urge to laugh.
Giving both males a dazzling smile, I turned to William. "I would be honored." And he leads me to the middle of the spacious room, feeling everybody staring at us; but I paid them no heed.
During twirls I eyed Eriol, only to find him with his eyes fixated on me and a cold shiver went up and down my spine. He didn't look angry, annoyed, bothered or upset but perhaps jealous and at that moment I inwardly yelled at my senile brain to shut up. There was no way Clow Reed's reincarnation could be jealous of me. In one of the twirls I smiled at him and he had this puzzled look, it was priceless! I bet Li-kun would kill to get such a picture of his annoying ancestor. We danced three songs non-stop until we were tired and thus, left the spotlight. But good thing was that we encouraged some couples to dance too!
The three of us had seat in a spare table. I drank the delicious fruit-punch with a touch of alcohol to ease my thirst and so did my companions. Later we entangled ourselves in rounds of debates about politics, business, economics and the like. We proved to have pretty conscious minds about our surroundings and our ideals were pretty much the same. We even came up with a game in which each one of us ruled a country and the others had to make it fail and the interesting things were the strategies you'll pull out to prevent the debacle.
Though those talks were interesting, parties are to have fun, besides; after a whole week of mid-term exams and extra-curricular works, our brains needed a rest. At that time my ears recognized a well-known melody and I instantly rose to my feet.
"Would you do the honors, Eriol-kun?" I said positively beaming. It took him a millisecond to recognize the tune as well.
Tango.
"My pleasure." His lips formed a smirk; but was this a seductive one?
I noticed that there were not many couples as I last recall when I first danced. Fun time!
Our bodies were so close, almost glued to each other, that only one silhouette could be seen if you looked at our profile. Right leg slightly bent forward while the left formed a straight line. Same with the arms with our hands fiercely clasped and cheeks glued. My teeth held a rose that Eriol had created out of nowhere and presented me with.
The music started and, as if on cue, or bodies began to move in an array of intricate patterns. A mixture of feelings expressing themselves in our body-movements. The song carried a heavy amount of passion, hatred and regret mixed together. This is a song I loved and mastered some time ago, and by what it seems, Eriol is a consummate Tango dancer. Who could had ever guessed it?
At one point my leg was entwined with his in a very compromising position. He has such a muscular and firm body! He made me slide underneath him, beneath the space that his parted legs created. I did so and then he grabbed both my hands and dragged me as if I were the most hideous thing in the world. Slowly I began to stand up in a fluid movement as he dragged me. I drew one hand from his grasp and went closer to him. My free hand caressed the wool of his one-button single breasted tuxedo jacket with a shawl lapel, in luscious patterns while my right leg held his body in a secure grasp around the waist. Feeling the fabric of the dress rush against my middle thigh, I know that a lot of me is being exposed right now.
My British partner found a way out of my dead-lock like grip and bent me backwards in such an angle that my head almost touched the floor with one of my legs gracefully stretched in the air. He then bent towards me as if to kiss me but claimed the red rose with his own teeth instead and straightened both of us up and let go of me to walk away to one corner of the square-shaped dance floor.
I stood there for a few seconds until I began to dance on my own. It was a solo part and I really outdid myself, putting a heavy load of feelings and intensity in each movement. It was time to go near him again so I began to twirl making the silk do the same and I felt my legs bare to the hips. Twirling and twirling I made my way towards him. He held me close and bent me again; one of his hands balanced my weight while his other hand wandered upwards from my ankle to the neck. His touch was burning me.
The song was approaching its last notes and accords (much to my dismay) so he put me down until I was seated in the floor with one leg folded behind. Sprawled on the floor like that I looked as if in the middle of a tantrum telling my beloved not to leave me. With both hands I traced all the way from his ankle to his inner thigh and held it firmly. I raised my head to look at him with glazed eyes and didn't move.
He looked down at me with a despising look, taking the rose from his lips and throwing it with such force that it landed in the middle of the wooden floor.
The song was over.
I blinked twice to recover from the trance and so did he. Offering a hand he helped me up and I straightened my dress. Before we could walk out the now emptied dance floor, the entire room broke into a loud round of applause, so loud it was deafening. We looked at each other and smirked before holding hands and doing a courtsy to everyone.
I saw William walk towards us, holding the forgotten flower carefully in his right hand, aware of the thorns. No one dared to move and kept on clapping for all they were worth.
"Congratulations for such a magnificent performance…" He said kissing my hand and then giving me the rose.
"Thank you…" Was all I could say at the moment, regarding him with one of my brightest smiles to make up for the lack of words.
We moved out of the spotlight and returned to our previous table. Whenever we walked I could feel people looking at us, pointing at us with their eyes for doing it with your fingers is found impolite. We talked and joked trying to give some rest to our bodies. Tango is a very demanding dancing and after the 4min 53sec both Eriol and I were panting, even though that wasn't notorious to everyone else in the room.
"Eriol-saaaamaaaa!" Was the urgent calling of the Moon Guardian and all our heads turned to its direction.
Once she reached our table located in one of the far corners of the expansive room, Nakuru stopped to catch her breath.
"William-kun!" She said to the blonde youth who couldn't help himself but smile warmly at the girl while she embraced him, fiercely from behind.
"Good evening Nakuru, how are you doing?" He asked dropping all kind of formalities. If people from the outside, mainly the press, were to saw this… Well, it would give them a lot to talk about.
"Fine, fine… But Master is making me work so hard and Suppi-chan won't eat my delicious cookies!" Said the guardian with a childish pout that looked so kawaii in her womanly face.
William looked at Eriol disapprovingly and the lad put on an innocent face. "Don't you worry my dear… Bring Spinel here and I'll have a few words with him. There's no way a pretty girl like you should suffer in any way." He commanded gently, smiling tenderly at her.
Nakuru smiled genuinely and brightly as she always does but then her face dropped and her eyes darkened. She looked at Eriol as if afraid of telling something but opened her mouth nonetheless. "Mmmm, that's the problem… Suppi-chan is nowhere to be found!"She said in a rather panicked voice.
"Where did you last see him?" Asked Eriol composed, looking straight at his female guardian. I can tell he's afraid of what the outcome of all this might be.
"He was with me and Daidouji-sama… The girls kept on telling how cute my plushie was and how soft he was… And I agree!" Commented Nakuru with a cheeky grin and I smiled at her antics.
"Nakuru?" Eriol's voice dropped a few octaves and sounded dangerous.
"Ooops! Well, I sensed Suppi-chan's aura becoming angered and before anything bad could happen I excused myself and went towards the buffet area." In the way she stopped her speech I could tell something dreadful happened.
"And you, trying to cheer him up, decided that a couple of sweets would do, ne Nakuru-chan?" I found myself speaking and she nodded much to Eriol's dismay while William and I winced at the image of a drunk Sun Guardian.
We all exchanged looks and came to an unspoken agreement. It's time to go on a search party.
Though I didn't ask right away, there were things between William and Eriol that I didn't know but assumed. It turned out that Eriol was somehow close to the Queen of Great Britain and William knew about his magical self and guardians. I now think that if he knows, then the entire royalty must know as well… Or maybe I'm wrong. Anyway, it isn't of importance now that a drunken Spinel is nowhere in sight doing only Lord knows what.
"You know Eriol-kun, wouldn't it be better if you track down Spinel's aura?" I asked and crossed my fingers for it to be a viable option.
He smiled at me but denied it with a swift movement of his head. "Iie Tomoyo-san, it wouldn't help because in the state he is now, his aura is wild, unfocused, showing different patterns that are tricky to track down… Even though that's a way to find him, it doesn't offer any improvements" He explained while we all walked across the room, scanning its length in order to find Spinel.
No such luck.
Suddenly, a dark blue blur zoomed towards us with a cloud of dust trailing behind him. There he was heading towards the sweets that were in the other side of the room.
Nakuru was the first to react, running behind him and receiving odd looks in the process. "Eriol-kun, okaasan…" I couldn't put my worries into words but he understood.
"I know." He acknowledged in a serious demeanor that was so unlikely of him. Sure he was serious but not this serious.
Just when Nakuru was about to claim victory, Spinel had eaten everything that was there and quickly flew somewhere else.
Oh my God, the tiny blue-ball was taking now people's sweets, even if they were eating them! Thank Kami-sama he was fast enough so it was really hard for human eyes, specially unfocused, to see.
"What about we go in different directions?" Said William with worry in his voice.
"That's the best thing to do, but first…" Eriol's eyes became darker than usual and time seemed to literally stop. "Now, we can catch him without getting suspicious looks. Let's go!" He finished and we nodded.
"I wanna eat more sweeeeets!" Chirped a very drunk Sun Guardian, flying randomly looking for any leftovers.
Eriol ran after him but when he was about to get him Spinel flew higher and Eriol couldn't reach him. Nakuru was running after him as well but the cat-like creature made a sudden twist and she missed him. William also ran and when he was about to grab his curly tail Spinel unexpectedly turned around and smacked him straight in the face making him fall on his back. It was my turn and I also ran towards the tiny cat and also, when I was about to catch him, something happened and he disappeared from my sight.
Soon we were all running around like a bunch of children trying to catch pretty butterflies. But this time, the pretty butterflies were in the form of a drunk guardian and our flowery field was The White Room crowded with people. It was difficult to follow him because of all the obstacles. We even bumped into people that seemed like solid rocks under Eriol's spell.
Things continued like that and we were way beyond tired. Suddenly Eriol stopped and we followed suit, wondering what had happened. I followed his eyes to see a sleeping Spinel on an empty dessert plate, cheeks tinted with a cute rosy color evidencing his drunken state. The master of such a creature used his magic to make him levitate from his spot and towards his arms. Eriol's eyes softened at the sight of the exhausted guardian and we allowed ourselves to smile in relief.
"He needs to rest… Let me take him up to the penthouse, ne Eriol-kun?" I offered, taking the sleeping cat from his arms and cuddling him in my own. "Besides… After all this exercise I need to freshen up."
It was about midnight and the room was still pretty much crowded. After I put Spinel to sleep surrounded by an assortment of pillows I refreshed myself and came down to continue paying my role as hostess, much to my mother's delight. I must say that pretty interesting people were among us tonight and that I really enjoyed their chats, even if they were brief given that I had to move quickly from table to table. I drowned in compliments of how quite a lovely, darling, (and the like) lady I was. I was taught that it's impolite to deny the compliments bestowed upon you so I stilled, blushed and smiled. To tell you the truth, my ego-level has risen a notch but I would never let it affect my behavior.
Some time around ten my companions and I decided to dine and wine. During my pacing around the expansive reception room I saw William and Eriol talking to some distinguished people. For what I could see, they were discussing some political issues with a heat and passion openly displayed in their eyes. It was good to know that they were having some fun at all.
"I came across quite a few interesting people here." I said before drinking from my wine. "I'm really enjoying myself"
"Yes, your mother's acquaintances and associates are the very best of London." Said William smiling at me.
"I think everything is turning out just like Sonomi-san planned it… I'm most glad" Added Eriol, joining the conversation.
"You know Tomoyo?... I was remembering the day you went to the palace and sang for us… I wanted to know if you could do it again, tonight perhaps?" He inquired, his clear blue eyes begging at me.
Who could ever think a Prince would ever plea at you? And yes, I told him to drop that ridiculous Miss thing.
"I don't know… Right here?" I said unsure, taking another sip from my wine.
"Yes, here… What's wrong with it?" He said raising a pale eyebrow. "When I came in this afternoon, I saw a piano and there's currently a stage." He said innocently.
"I'm still not sure if it is a good idea at all…" I said, tilting my head to the side.
"Please Tomoyo?... For me?... Besides, you don't want to know how pissed off your Royal Highness can get when her grandson is not pleased." He said in mock authority and I laughed good-heartedly.
"Alright, alright… I'll do it… But mainly because you asked so gently for it, okay?" I said and he beamed. "Would you play the piano for me Eriol-kun?" I gave him puppy-dog eyes. "Like old times? It would be too awkward if I walk there and play and sing all by myself" I voiced my fears.
"You know I'll do anything for you." Giving me a charming smile.
So the three of us stood up and walked towards the made-up stage where jazz instruments were (mother had hired a popular jazz band saying that it would add that classy touch). As I was informed, the musicians were taking a brief rest so there was no moros en la costa. Eriol had had a seat in the leather bench of the baby grand piano and I sat beside him. William was standing by the piano with his upper-body against the polished surface. On the palm of his hand rested his chin and he looked at us with a content smile. The smile of a child who just got its way.
As Eriol began to hit the first ivory keys, the chatter began to quiet down. Once the introduction melody was over, I opened my mouth and began to sing for all I was worth… Just to please your Royal Prince.
There's a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold, but you sing to me over and over again
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours I pray
To be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
Here goes the first interlude and not a single soul is producing a sound. All that can be heard right now is Eriol's flawless playing. During the short break I looked at William and he seemed pleased, smiling so breathtakingly with that boyish smile of his. I'm sure that any love-sick girl out there would kill to be the object of his stare.
Sing to me the song of the stars
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours I pray
To be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
Time for another brief interlude and the quietness remains. I looked at Eriol, who was focused in the ivory keys. He hits each one of them so carefully, but firmly. He really is a maestro.
I give you my destiny
I'm giving you all of me
I want your symphony singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs
I'm giving it back
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours I pray
To be only yours I pray
I know now you're my only hop
My dark-haired British friend finishes off the song and then removes his slender hands from the keys. He looks at me with such eyes and I fight the blush that creeps to my cheeks. Like before, the whole room breaks in a round of loud applause and we bow to thank our audience. Stepping outside the stage we walk towards our table and sit down.
"Thank you very much Tomoyo… Your voice is a gift to the earth." Compliments the charming Prince, flashing a smile towards me.
"You shouldn't say such things… You're going to spoil me." I say playfully, with a smile of my own.
"But he speaks the truth Tomoyo-san… Your voice is wonderful." Says Eriol with sincere eyes.
"Thank you guys!" And I smile at both of them to then drink some of the fresh water.
Three in the morning and our last guest was leaving. After seeing him go, I excuse myself to retire for the night and drag Eriol with me. Mother said that she needed to settle some things first and that she'd catch up with us in some minutes.
"This was quite the night, ne Eriol-kun?" I say letting out a sigh and covering a yawn with my hand.
"Indeed it was, you seem tired." He remarks the obvious but I'm too tired to begin a word contest with him.
"I'm dead…" I say and yawn again. "Are you going to stay with us?" I ask, giving him a pouting look.
He looks at me for a couple of minutes, deep in thought. "Would you like that?" His playful and ever scheming eyes are serious.
"I'd love that!" And despite the tiredness I break into a sunny smile.
"Alright then…" Waiting for the lift to arrive.
As I believe I told you before, the penthouse suite has two bedrooms (one for mother and the other for yours truly). Nakuru had excused herself and took a still slumbering Spinel back to Reed Manor. I wouldn't have thought that Nakuru's ever-lasting stamina could run out; but it did at around one in the morning.
"Mmmm… Eriol-kun? There's only one room left… Mind to share with a friend?" I asked innocently, inserted the card-key and waited for the lock to open.
He only stared at me, unblinking. The blank look on his face shouted thinking, thinking, thinking… Information under processing and I covered a laugh. After what seemed like ages he said; "Sure, why not?"
Smiling, I entered the bedroom and took my sleepwear from the hand-baggage I had brought with me to then head towards the bathroom and change. Ten minutes later I emerged in my light-blue cotton pajamas that had a snow-flakes pattern on it. No makeup, hair undone… Just me, a tired to death me. I found Eriol already changed into a navy-blue silk pajama that suited his eyes and hair perfectly, making him look even more handsome… If that's even possible. He was lying in a sofa with the pillows and cushions sprawled on the floor. He looked so cute! But there is no way in hell that he's going to sleep in such an uncomfortable position, it might cause him back and neck pain!
"Eriol-kun?" I say shaking his shoulder firmly but gently with my right hand. "Eriol-kun?"
He opens his glazed eyes and smiles at me. "What's the matter Tomoyo-san?" He asks in a tired voice… Poor boy!
"Ne, Eriol-kun… There's no way you'll sleep in the couch… Come with me, let's share the bed." I say in a motherly fashion.
Suddenly his eyes shot-open and he stares hard at me, a smirk appearing on his lips.
"Mou Eriol-kun no hentai!..." I said throwing a pillow at him. "I only want you to sleep comfortably… And the bed is big enough…" I said and could tell of my blush if the heat in my cheeks was anything to go by.
"I know Tomoyo-san… I know" He said and continued smirking.
Without another word he walked towards the bed and claimed the left side his. I smiled and followed suit, plopping myself in the right side. I covered us both with the thick and warm white duvet.
"Oyasumi Eriol-kun" I kissed him good-night in the forehead.
He smiled so sweetly at me and kissed me on the cheek. "Oyasumi nasai Tomoyo-san." He closed his azure eyes to the world.
I turned around so my back was facing him and closed my tired eyes, quickly drifting to dream-land and willing to meet the sandman.
The early morning sunlight floods the room and I'm forced to open my weary eyes and try to focus in my surroundings but cannot distinguish anything clearly because I'm still half-asleep. The merry chirping of the morning birds outside tells me that it must be eight or nine. I turn around to avoid the sunlight and there the cutest thing meets my half-closed eyes.
Eriol's sleeping face greets me and I can't help but smile tenderly. He's so ka-wa-ii when he's sleeping soundly like this! I carefully get out of bed, trying not to startle him and wake him up for it would do no good to my plan.
I look around the room for my schoolbag and unzip it to then take out a Casio Exilim digital camera. Focusing the lenses in the cute, yet handsome youth in front of me I take some photos from various angles. Thank the heavens that the light in the room is quite alright and it's not necessary to use the flash. After placing the camera inside the bag and zipping it again, I walk towards the bed and wrap myself with the warm duvet and bed sheets. Facing the boy so serenely lying in front of me, I close my eyes and in no time, fall again asleep.
Tsutsuku
Special Note to the B-day girl: Happy b-day to you, happy b-day to you, happy b-day, happy b-day… happy b-day to YOU! (If you add some rhythm to it you'll get the song!) I hope you like my b-day gift to you. This was specially created for you, my dearest imouto-chan! Hugs and kisses Luvs ya always!
