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Out of the Ashes.
Chapter 3: Revelation

Touya looked up from the snack he was making. "Back already, Sakura-chan?" Sakura dumped her school bag on the table and nodded, "Yeah, not really much point hanging around."
"Huh? Why?"
"Tomoyo-chan didn't turn up and Saki-chan says she's heard a rumour she left school." Sakura threw herself down in a chair with an angry look on her face. "She didn't even tell me Touya. I'm meant to be her best friend." Touya was surprised Sakura and Tomoyo had always been great friends. Why would Tomoyo not tell her such a big thing like that? "Did she mention she was thinking of leaving school?"
"No, she told me last week she was going to go to University and study films and directing. We we're planning to go to Tokyo University together."
"Oh, well maybe her dad thought it best she stay at home."
"Her dad? Touya what are you on about?"
"She didn't tell she moved in with her dad?"
"Nuh-huh. Do you think she's fallen out with me?" Touya shook his head. That can't be right. There's something really weird going on here.

Tomoyo was hiding in the cellar. It was disgusting. Even her father hated it down here but at least that meant she could rest a bit. Her black hair was slimy with grease but knowing Tou-san she'd probably have to use a toilet to wash it not that they were blessed with such a commodity. She fingered the newest wheals on her arm. They seemed to be most sensitive at this point. It hadn't been her fault Bessie had got in the loft and done her business. Throughout the week she couldn't seem to do anything right. She was expected to keep everything clean with only a dirty sponge, a brush and brown water. Her hand clenched into a ball she couldn't stand this much longer. Tears fell on the not-yet healed welts. A small sob escaped. Tomoyo shook her head violently. I've got to pull myself together. I can't act like a weak little Cinders waiting for a fairy godmother to save me. I've got to do something myself. She stood up and looked down at her ruined clothes, I can't stay here much longer.

She tied her hair back as best as she could and set out. She left out some food for Bessie first though after all it wasn't the poor dog's fault. She looked at the long winding country road in front of her and shivered. There was a copse on one site and fields on the other. It seemed to go on forever.She had to go now she knew but somehow in journeys the first step is always so hard to take. Tomoyo felt so weary she could barely get the energy to lift one little foot after the other. The image of the lone hiker was a pitiful one. The raven-haired girl, quivering with cold, pale, surprisingly thin, each step taking much longer than the other. The wind whistled around her and seemed to seep into her very skin. Her lungs felt as if they were on the outside unprotected from the wintry day. Tomoyo's legs felt like jelly wobbling away from under her no matter how much she tried to spin with the twirling world. Her head meanwhile floated above her failing body and wondered, in a roundabout way, how to reattach itself to its neck.

Surprising to say when her dad caught up with the young girl she was lying in a ditch by the road. Her eyes closed, her breath coming in short ragged gasps and her mouth mumbling incoherently. The man bent over her then chuckled, "I thought it would take a lot longer but looks like you're a sensitive kid. At least you made my job easy. Who's going to wonder about a kid who ran off and ended up dead?" His voice went into a fake sob, "My own little Tomoyo kidnapped, beaten 'til she was black and blue then left into a ditch to die. It gives me great sadness to take her millions of pounds of inheritance and live life to the full but what you gonna do?" He ended cackling malevolently.

"Tell me who you are for a start!"

The man turned round, quick as a wildcat. He looked at the young man standing before him. Dark hair hanging low over his face. He must have driven up as a green car was behind him. "I could ask you the same question."

"I'm Kinomoto Touya a friend of Daidoji-san."

The hard cruel glare turned into as sincere a smile as the treacherous man could manage. "Thank God. I've just found my daughter in this ditch. I'm worried about her. She seems unwell. I saw a man in black steal her away from my garden, while she was planting roses, yesterday afternoon. I've been searching ever since. Please can you help me get her to safety?"
"Ah. So you're the man who claims to be her father."
"Claim? I am her father, you arrogant punk!"
"Funny," replied Touya, " I distinctly recall talking to her father not two hours ago and he was living quite happily in Spain and had been for years."
"Ok it was me but I never meant this kid to be hurt. It was all an accident." Touya stared at him unbelievingly, glaring him into silence. He moved threateningly towards him and the man ran off into the woods. Touya made to chase after him but at that moment Tomoyo stirred in her feverish sleep, "Touya." Touya looked around and for the first time since that day where she fainted he saw her clearly. She was so different. She looked so bruised, battered and plain ill that Touya could not help but rush to her side. "Tomoyo-chan." He started to check her for broken bones.

Meanwhile the man once known as Daidoji-san crept up behind Touya and lifted the rock the size of a giants head high in the air preparing to let go and "silence the punk who thought he was a hero once and for all."

A/N: Short chapter I know but I thought a short one was better than none at all. I only think there will be one or at most two more chapters anyway. Again please keep reading and take the time to review.