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"Honestly! Don't you think… Yuki, Yuki? Oi, Kobayashi! Are you listening?"
Tomoyo's first day at Rosmini High went… almost perfectly well. And she felt, her second day just couldn't get any better… For now.
"Hello? Ko~Ba~Ya~Shi~Yu~ooo~ki~iyi~~!!"
Tomoyo just didn't understand why Yuki had frozen to the spot and was staring at an odd place. Shrugging, Tomoyo followed his gaze into…
The corridor with their lockers!
Girls, hundreds, maybe only twenty of them, were crowding around certain lockers. Yuki, with amazement glued to his face, was staring at Tomoyo's locker.
Tomoyo also, followed his gaze and gasped.
"Hey! It's Daidouji Tom!!"
A girl with green and maroon uniform, together with a white shirt, spotted Tomoyo and screamed in delight.
"Green and maroon uniform is Haster North Girls High. Green and blue is Dame Dahlia's Boarding School, and navy short skirts are Mannings High."
Yuki said, now a grin pasted upon his face. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then added,
"Personally, I prefer Mannings. Though they have boys of their own, there still are quite a lot of pretty single girls."
But Tomoyo didn't, or rather, couldn't hear the rest after the part 'I prefer Mannings'.
She was now making her way up to her locker, shooing the girls as she went.
'Honestly, its girls like these that give the impression men are everything to us females.'
But more surprises were to come. As the girls all skipped and disappeared out of sight, Tomoyo opened her locker.
Only to be piled upon by brightly wrapped packages and little heart shaped cards. There were some red roses as well.
"I am so %^*$%^%^%..."
She couldn't say the rest of the sentence, but she could feel the envious and disbelieving looks of the other boys as without hesitation she dumped the presents all in a huge trash bag, completely ignoring the screams of the girls.
As she dragged Yuki to their next class, she closed her eyes and tried hard to meditate. Which, of course, didn't work very well.
"This has to stop before I fall for those girls."
She muttered silently, and thought,
'What would mum think if her own daughter became a lesbian because of her smart little plan?'
Nothing. Sonomi would think nothing. Tomoyo swallowed sourly. Sonomi wouldn't mind or care or worry an inch that Tomoyo would become a lesbian.
The reason was quite clear. It was Tomoyo herself.
Tomoyo, who detested all girls except for a few exceptions, was not someone who'd -just because she's disguised as a boy- fall for someone of her own gender.
Knowing there must be another way to escape a dreadful fate of her life which was either being discovered or becoming something she certainly didn't want to become, Tomoyo slumped down into her chair and began to list the things she must do to quickly lighten her punishment.
1. I must blend in well with the surroundings.
2. I must make myself quite well-hidden and unknown.
3. I must not cause any trouble at school.
4. I must not get into any trouble with girls.
5. I must study hard, whatever happens.
The last one she wrote down after giving it a long thought, then shuddering, quickly crossed it out. And as soon as she did so-
"Mr. Daidouji!"
"Huh??"
Surprised, but nevertheless quickly adapted to being called Tom or Mr. Daidouji, Tomoyo looked up, to face the brightly sparkling head of the bald teacher before her eyes.
It just so happened that the other teacher she had a day ago, also known as 'THE gay guy', was just last night, asked to quit school by a group of girls who wanted him over at their school. Apparently he refused to leave the boys he love, and therefore witnessed the sight of spark in the girls' eyes.
Of course, though it was unknown, it was Tomoyo who told the girls to do so.
Her little gang of friends who loved helping her out were now attending Tomoeda Girls' High, and didn't know about her misfortune as they weren't told of it.
So after the gay guy, this other guy came in as their new teacher. And again, poor Tomoyo had shuddered at the evil eyes that shot poisonous thorns at her.
This new teacher, Mr. Yamamoto, was completely and utterly bald, and his head sparkled prettily in the sunlight. But that just wasn't the point.
Tomoyo wouldn't have minded so much if he had only been bald and his head sparkled. But ever since he came, which was, of course, today, she dreamt of him head-butting herself as a girl, whenever she slept in class, like just this morning.
'Now that', she thought, 'is a real reason to avoid the guy.'
Tomoyo looked up innocently at Mr. Yamamoto who was now glaring down at her. She decided it will be better if she stayed quiet and still as Mr. Yamamoto glowered down at her. After a long hard glare, Mr. Yamamoto suddenly raised his hand and it flew towards her face…
SLAP!
Tomoyo thought, but surprisingly, that didn't happen.
Instead, right in between her wide amethyst eyes, he held a blue board marker.
"Solve that problem on the board."
He said monotonously, when Tomoyo stared up at him, her unusually long eyelashes fluttering as she blinked blankly.
Watching her blink, Mr. Yamamoto's vacant eyes changed dramatically and almost sparkled too dangerously.
"Lavender."
He said as she took the board maker from him, perplexed. The change in her expression was spectacular. From the bewildered expression a series of confused, shock, and surprised look illustrated her little face, until she shook her head and the look of her face was set on 'determined'.
Tomoyo bravely walked up to the front of the class, and faced the board.
It was an algebra question, which she didn't see the point of working out.
But still looking determined she courageously started writing on the board all these equations, and the class, as well as Mr. Yamamoto's eyes widened as with a content look on her face Tomoyo put a full stop at the very end of the number sentence.
Silence continued as she turned around, and beamed at the students that sat with their mouths unclose-able. Mr. Yamamoto also looked dumbfounded, and after a moment of silence, Tomoyo knew she had won. The moment of victory she had longed for all her life! Tomoyo beamed at the class and at Mr. Yamamoto, and walked to her seat where Mr. Yamamoto stood, speechless.
"Excuse me sir, you're standing right next to my seat."
She spoke so complacently and with confidence, she didn't notice the frown in between his short eyelashes.
"You are an idiot."
"Why thank you, I've never heard such-"
It was then, that his words hit her.
"What?!!"
"What have you done with the problem? It was a simple Form 1 problem and this is how you work it out?"
It was quite clear, that now, was Tomoyo's turn to be bewildered. Mr. Yamamoto looked at her with sincere worry and disgust in his eyes.
"Two times four in brackets squared multiplied by four million divided by two."
"It said that?!"
Tomoyo exclaimed wide-eyed, shocked she didn't notice what said on the board. She looked back, but she could see nothing but the math problem in the middle of the board and her working out all over the place. There were no such words or sentences on the board as 'Two times four in brackets squared multiplied by four million divided by two'.
"Mr. Daidouji, I should seriously ask your mother to take you to a psychiatrist!"
Tomoyo, offended by what she was hearing, said a polite "no" and sat down, pushing him slightly to get to her seat.
"Meanwhile, I suggest you get a study-buddy."
Then he looked around the class, finding it hard to find someone who could be Tom Daidouji's study-buddy. Then he spotted him. The perfect, smart-looking guy.
"Ah! What's your name, son?"
Tomoyo rolled her eyes in a very annoyed way and turned to look at the boy Mr. Yamamoto had chosen to ask their name.
"E-"
"No!"
At Tomoyo's wild shout, everyone turned to look at her. Her face burned.
"Er… I mean…"
"Oh, you don't like him?"
At Mr. Yamamoto's mocking voice Tomoyo made a mental note to herself that she'd get the girls out tonight as well, and looking over at the boy who was now staring at her with watery eyes, her expression changed cold.
"No, I don't."
Not looking any surprised by her reaction, Mr. Yamamoto shrugged.
"Fine then. The one next to him, you, you can be his study-buddy. You look smart enough."
Heart sinking, Tomoyo sunk into her seat as she glared sharp daggers into Mr. Yamamoto's back.
She had tried to avoid the geek, Eli, and was now landed with the fighter, Eriol.
"It's alright, no worries, I'll manage."
Tomoyo said, trying to look as optimistic as she could. Eriol, after the final bell rang and everyone practically ran out from the classroom, had journeyed far and wide from across the class to help her out with her algebra, and Tomoyo was just simply refusing to have any help. Especially not from him.
"It's really easy once you get the basic part."
Eriol said, ignoring Tomoyo's constant remarks about how she could really do well if she concentrated, otherwise meaning he could go because he would just plain be an annoying person.
"See, here's the thing. B-E-D-M-A-S. Brackets, Exponents, Division, Multiplication, Addition and Subtraction."
"Whatever."
"This means you have to work out the equation in the order of BEDMAS."
Completely giving up, Tomoyo shouted,
"Why is god doing this to me?"
…inside herself as she replied carelessly to Eriol's teachings.
Finally, time came for the school door to close, and Eriol and Tomoyo set out of the school gates.
"See you tomorrow."
"Thanks, bye!"
Tomoyo shouted gladly, and thinking she needs some refreshment, headed home.
Except that wherever she went, Eriol followed her.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
Tomoyo shouted, looking back at Eriol who was, with a pleasurable smile on his face, certainly following her home.
No reply came from him, and she fell behind next to him as she watched him walk.
"Are you following me?"
No reply.
"Hello? What are you doing?"
No reply.
Absolutely no replies came to any of her questions before her house came into their sight, and Tomoyo gasped at the thought that Eriol could be a stalker. He might already even know she's a girl!
Eriol said nothing reacting to her gasp, and he opened the door…
…to the house right next to Tomoyo's!
"Good-bye."
Eriol said, smiling, and the door closed behind him.
How, how could this be happening?
Why was it that the boy that she disliked the most lived right next to her?
Why was it that this boy was in her new school, in her class?
"Time for refreshment."
Tomoyo muttered as she looked at her watch. It was just nearing 11 o'clock. Surely her girls, by now, would be up and running in the club. She grinned as she opened the door to her usual empty house, and ran upstairs to get changed. What will the girls think of their new leader?
To her utter disgust, she found all her wardrobe had been changed to men's style. Tomoyo screamed, swearing so badly using words even she didn't know that existed.
But recovering from shock, she quickly pulled on a black suit, and arranging her short hair to a nice, stylish boy style, put on some shiny new shoes and was ready to go.
Tomoyo hummed along to the strong beat of music as she watched people dance. The bar tender pushed a glass of blue moon in front of her. She absently sipped the blue liquid and frowned at its usual taste.
There was Celia over there… the easiest to spot because she was simply the dressiest one around.
Celia had dressed herself with a very short purple skirt and a strapless baby pink top with purposefully-made slits across her back, her stomach and one right above her chest. She wore 21 inch high heel black boots and her blond hair, Tomoyo noticed, had been recently gone under a huge makeover and now unnatural looking blond curls flew around as she shook her head.
"Bitch…" Tomoyo muttered. The skirt, the top, the hairstyle… and the boots too! They were all Tomoyo's favourite set of clothing for going out at nights. She knew she could never trust Celia from the moment the big blue eyes swept over her fashion items!
Tomoyo sat there for a moment, glaring at Celia for being the cause of all her troubles.
'First, she gets on my nerves, then gets herself beaten up, then calls her mum, and that woman rings my mum, and poof! Here I am!'
Suddenly, Celia must've noticed Tomoyo watching her from the table. She waved, winked, and turned to start dancing with a guy nearest to her while keeping eye-contact with Tomoyo.
It seemed obvious that to Celia, from Tomoyo's appearance, that 'he' just a handsome boy that she wanted as much as Tomoyo didn't want her. Celia apparently thought this cute-looking guy, though his eye colour as well as hair colour were annoyingly familiar, would think that she was the most dazzling girl he's ever met.
And yet it was even more obvious to Tomoyo that Celia was up herself and trying to flirt with another guy so the guy she actually wanted, Tom Daidouji, would come to her, ears red with jealousy.
Tomoyo almost threw up at the thought of herself and Celia even standing side-by-side, and quickly moved her eyes to look at someone else.
"Oh no…"
Tomoyo muttered, and closed her eyes for a moment before opening to check whether she was seeing things.
There, in front of her just entering the bar, was Eriol. And almost the rest of Tom Daidouji's class plus many other people she had just met during the last two days.
'Great. Of all times…'
Tomoyo thought, and after glancing them for a while, decided quickly thought she should mix in with the crowd, as the boys weren't showing any signs that they'll soon be up on the stage or not. Besides, she'd get noticed by them for sure if she tries to get out now.
She calmly walked to the dance floor and searched for a spot where she was least likely to be spotted. Unfortunately, the nervous Tomoyo glancing here and there just made Celia's alarm go off.
She rushed over to Tomoyo's side, thinking the handsome boy had finally come over, unable to control his mind of her brilliant appearance and dance.
Tomoyo sighed, and completely ignored Celia when she stood right in front of her, blocking her way.
As Tomoyo moved to the other side, completely ignoring (more like avoiding) the great magnificent Celia, she turned and looked at Tomoyo with puzzlement written all over her pretty face.
'Why is it that she can't leave me alone?'
Tomoyo thought to herself, as she glanced at Celia, to Eriol, and to the exit.
'If I duck and walk to there, and then jump up and pretend to dance, then move up a bit more over there, then slightly duck my head and run for it…'
Her thoughts were immediately pushed behind as a new problem approached.
Celia.
Tomoyo, or rather, Tom, had ignored Celia for as long as he could. In an actual fact, Tom has nothing to do with this as he doesn't even exist. Therefore, Tomoyo is the actually a woman in man disguise who brought this confusion over pretty-faced Celia.
'Glad to see her pretty face made up again…'
Tomoyo grinned, remembering what she had done to Celia just 3 days ago. Girls like Celia would do anything to recover their looks in the shortest amount of time possible.
"Hey! Don't touch me!"
A girl screamed as Tomoyo walked past her. Confused, not to mention baffled, Tomoyo stopped to stare at the girl.
"Ew, you're so gross, you pervert!"
"Wha… what did you say?"
Tomoyo muttered in a low voice, anger fuming from the tone of her voice.
"You are a P.E.R.V.E.R.T, pervert. Happy?"
The girl repeated quite clearly as well as spelling out the word, and Tomoyo's fist clenched so tight her hands turned white.
This wicked, wicked girl, seeing this, smiled guilefully and turned around, her long black hair whipping Tomoyo's face as she did so.
"Yuki! Help! He's touching me! Ew! Get your hands off!"
Tomoyo stared, her mouth open, staring at this BEEP of a BEEP, and watched, unable to move, as a tall lanky guy came up to her.
"If I were you…"
The guy started, and Tomoyo eyed his silver hair which seemed quite familiar. Maybe a bit too familiar…
"I'd run."
Tomoyo had seen this guy before. She knew she had. And the girl… now that she thought of it… the girl was familiar as well.
What did she call him…? Yuki… that's it…
"Now."
Suddenly, everything struck Tomoyo like it should've from the moment the girl first screamed. Tomoyo's eyes widened, and within a millisecond, she started running, leaving no time to thank god for making her wear a man's suit that day.
Tomoyo weaved in and out through the crowd as she heard voices following her, and also sensed many people chasing him. This was not true. This was a nightmare.
Finally out of the dance floor, Tomoyo raced to the exit, completely ignoring the existence of the boys in her class.
'This can't be… Oh my god! Why is god doing this to me! What have I done to him!'
Tomoyo swore endlessly as she ran through the dark streets, the angry voices pursuing her all the way. They slowly started catching up, and desperately Tomoyo turned a sharp corner around a building.
"Where did he go?"
"Oh I don't know. I doubt Yukito's going to mind, unless this guy really does get caught."
"Whoever it was, he sure is unlucky."
"Caught playing with Meiling, it's a real death sentence."
The people walked away, and silence remained in the streets until they were completely out of view.
"Phew!"
Tomoyo exclaimed, and let out a breath of relief as she jumped down from the roof of the building.
Great. Her life just couldn't get any worse.
Celia the great snob trying to flirt with her was bad enough.
Now she was tangled with Meiling and her great playgirl skills, not to mention Yukito, Meiling's one and only forever boyfriend.
Yukito. The guy Tomoyo had been trying to avoid all her life. Just because he was cute and smart. Not to mention cruel, cold-hearted and silent to everyone.
Everyone except for… Meiling.
Last year when Tomoyo finally plucked up the courage to ask him out, Yukito had not only stared at her, but just stared, and completely ignored her offer.
And a few months ago when Tomoyo finally gathered her girls and called Meiling to the park, Meiling had not only brought her dearest friends along, but also had the brain to call Yukito beforehand.
Tomoyo had never known that a boy could actually hit a girl.
Great. Great. Just great.
Tomoyo sighed as she slowly walked back home. She left her motorbike there at the club, because she didn't have time to fetch the keys from her pocket.
Tomoyo kept walking on as she mumbled and grumbled about her life just couldn't get any worse.
But who says life can't actually get worse?
Oh yes, life always gets worse. Especially in Pp's fanfics. This is what makes them so funny and unbearably tormenting to the characters.
And so it was for Tomoyo… as she stood outside the gates of her house, with her jaws losing grip, and her eyeballs finally giving way.
Hey, did u know that I actually wrote 'he' for Tomoyo? Gee, it must really be sticking into my head now…T.T
Well, feeling sorry for Tomoyo yet? You'll be feeling much more satisfied in the next chapter^^; or rather, discover why her life got even worse.
I just thought that Meiling and Yukito will be officially made-up by me! (Of course, there must be some fanfics with the two couples, but hey, never mind!)
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