Hihi!!
Okay, so I updated on Saturday, at night... I'm so sorry!
I went to someone's house for dinner... wasn't my choice!
But anyways, since it's nearing 12 and I should well be asleep by now, you'll notice how boring and not up to standard this chapter is...just close your eyes and forgive me on that one. I had a mental breakdown-_- on Friday and couldn't manage to write lots. Too much stress and nervous thingies of Year9.
I'll write re-reviews in my next chapter, which will be updated same time next week. Sorry!
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Btw, please visit the site below:
www.geocities.com/destinys_flowers
It's me and my friends' site^^ we put up blogs and artworks, as well as fanfiction up on it. I'm working on making my own fanfiction site where Disguise and other fics, including this one will go up on^^;
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Thanks to all the people who reviewed, please enjoy this chapter!
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Note added 2-2-04
Okay, I'm meant to do HW at the moment.. just spending 2 mins on updating^^ Enjoy!
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Note added 5-2-04
Okay, I have no idea whether if this will work or not. HTML or web documents just don't seem to work..T_T
Note added later...;
Okay, i've just got this onto a notepad which does seem to work, except for weird signs whereever there are question marks, exclamation marks, and apostrophes. all those weird things.
I've tried to delete most of them, but don't know if they do work, or if i've deleted them all. So just bear with the weird markings popping up here and there^^;
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"Tom...?"
Yuki asked, and tried the doorknob. It turned. Now that was strange. The light was on, but Tom never left the bathroom door unlocked when he was using it.
Yuki sighed. He must've forgotten to turn off the light, AGAIN. Honestly, he always got in trouble for leaving the bathroom light on during the night. It was that big, big problem of him thinking that the spirits, or rather, ghosts, of his dead budgies liked to have a bath. Ever since they died, which was, when he was 11 years-old, he left the bathroom lights on so he could witness the ghosts of his dead budgies come and take a bath in the tub. Before he came to Rosmini high, many psychiatrists persuaded him that there were NO afterlife for animals, but it became a dreadful habit, which he carried on with throughout his senior years.
He held the doorknob, turned to open, and stopped. And he thought.
Was the light switch inside the bathroom? Or outside?
He ran his hands over the walls. Nope. No switches whatsoever.
Shrugging, he pushed open the door.
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Tomoyo held her breath. Yuki opened the door. She couldn't breathe. She had to keep silent. The matter held her life and dignity!
"Oh no... if it wasn't Tom, then it was my budgie syndrome! AGAIN!"
Yuki half-cried in his drowsy voice. Tomoyo's head cocked sideways. Yuki had a budgie syndrome? What in the name of hell was that?
"Hang on!"
Yuki shouted, and Tomoyo found his voice completely and utterly awake. He looked around the bathroom. The room was filled with hot steam, and the mirror was foggy. He turned his head slowly towards the shower.
Wet. The shower was wet.
"My budgies!"
Yuki yelled in delight. His budgies! They really did exist! The budgie spirits were here!
His eyes turned into beautiful green stars, Yuki forgot completely about the lights, and with a great big smile don on his face, he closed the bathroom door.
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Sighing a breath of relief, Tomoyo slipped out from behind the bathroom doors. It was a good thing she was thin. At least she could hide behind the doors!
The mirror was a problem she noticed right after Yuki opened the door. But he seemed to fail to notice since her skin colour was so pale, similar to the wall paint. And the mirrors were foggy.. Thank GOD they were!
Wondering what in the name of hell Yuki's life-saving 'Budgie Syndrome' could be, Tomoyo silently made her way around the still alight bathroom, and took out a towel from the cabinet. She wrapped herself with it, tight and secure. A worried expression cast upon her face, she opened the toilet lid.
Taking a big breath, she looked inside.
Her clothes and the long wig floated on top. Her heels had already sunk deep under the water. What was Sakura going to say about this? Tomoyo asked herself with a typical sense of morality together with a little guilty conscience. But soon, her strong-willed and un-sympathetic heart overcame the small goodness.
'She's not going to say anything, because she won't know what happened.'
Taking out the dripping wig and clothes by the partially dry parts, she noticed a long lock of the wig hanging out on the edge of the toilet seat.
'Funny how Yuki didn't notice that.'
Grabbing a plastic bag from the cabinet, the one that said 'Sorbent' on it, she stuffed the dripping clothing in it. Then she looked over at the shoes. Sunken, underwater.
It wasn't that deep. The only problem was, she had to touch the water to get it out.
Tomoyo thought. She knew the water was fresh. She had flushed, un-fearing, thinking that Yuki just might as well is spending the night outside somewhere. Possibly on a park bench. Maybe with a girl. But now the thoughts didn't matter. What did was the fact that she had flushed and the water was clean, but she still didn't want to touch it.
In the end she resolved to wake up early in the morning to take it out. Purification, it seemed, might be needed, however clean the water could be. That wasn't the only thing. She needed to be extra drowsy. It couldn't be done when she was on her right mind. It just didn't seem right.
And so, picking up the plastic bag, wrapped with a towel, she quietly stepped outside.
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Tomoyo woke up to the familiar sounds of the morning. Yuki's footsteps sounded. Tomoyo heard the sound of him flicking through the wardrobe, and getting changed. She slightly opened her eyes. She enjoyed the sight of this early morning strip show. Yuki was thin. Muscular. All that was needed for a good show.
When Yuki got changed, Tomoyo closed her eyes again and pondered whether she should wake up, or stay in bed. Suddenly, she remembered everything.
Absolutely everything, including Sakura's high heels hidden deep inside the toilet.
"ARGH!!!"
Tomoyo sat up with a small yell. She jumped off her bunk, rushed to the bathroom and pushed the door with all her might.
"Yuki, don't go-"
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!"
Standing there, her eyes tightly shut, fist clenched, Tomoyo realised what she did. Or rather, what she saw...
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"I'm so sorry, Kobayashi... I deserve to live."
Tomoyo said in a sorrowful voice. They were on their way to school, walking through the school gates. Yuki turned, only grin at her miserable expression.
"It's alright! I mean, we're both men here, right? That is, unless you have some kind of homo-genes inside, or get nasty thoughts."
"I'm so sorry..."
Though the words were something, but Tomoyo's thoughts were another. She was feeling sorry for herself. And Sakura.
"Oh yeah, Tom?"
"Huh?"
"You never mentioned you had a girlfriend before. How come?"
"HUH??"
Tomoyo's heart thudded. She THOUGHT he forgot!
"That Tomoyo girl. Gee, her name sounds quite familiar..."
As Yuki kept going on about how Tomoyo's name seemed awfully familiar, Tomoyo felt her insides cringe. If he ever tried writing Tomoyo and Tom Daidouji's name together on a piece of paper, saying that they were going to get married, he'd realise the name Tomoyo Daidouji was very familiar, after all.
As they entered the corridors with all the lockers, a girl stepped up to Tomoyo.
"Daidouji Tom?"
Tomoyo looked down at the little brown-haired girl. Her voice was quavering. Her nose and eyes were red.
"Look, I don't want your presents or love letters or whatever. Just-"
SLAP!
"How COULD you!"
The girl screamed into Tomoyo's ears. She felt the world spin. Has she just been hit... by a girl?
"You are OUR property! You can't just belong to one girl!"
"Whoa! Calm down, lady!"
Yuki, as always, the gentleman, tried to calm the girl, while Tomoyo stood still, dazed by the fact that she had just been slapped by a no-name girl. Tomoyo the great, hit on the face by a girl.
"I'm not going to calm down! I'm the president of TDLG, Tom Daidouji Lovers Group! And I'm also the head of Anti-Tomoyo club! Try and stop me if you can!"
The girl's hand shot up again. Tomoyo caught it firmly, just as it came down. Tomoyo pulled her close. It was a fighting act for Tomoyo, but to the girl, it must've seemed more like Tom Daidouji just fell head-over-heels with her. Her eyes turned to PINK HEARTS. Tomoyo felt sick inside.
"Look girl, just get this straight."
Tomoyo leveled her amethyst eyes with the girl's pink hearts.
"I-DON'T-LIKE-YOU. Whether you're the president of TLL-what's-it's-name or whatever."
The pink hearts disappeared, and were replaced by tears.
"But, but..."
"But yes, you know there are no buts."
A tear rolled down the girl's cheeks as she heard Tomoyo's cold voice. When Tomoyo let her go, she dropped to the floor. Tomoyo ignored it, as she always did, and made her way through the silent crowd.
Only Yuki, who stood beside the girl, heard what she whispered as they watched Tom Daidouji move away.
"No... it's TDLG... not TLL..."
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After the small incident in the morning, Tomoyo was relieved there weren't any girls out there chasing him around. But the thing was, now all the girls were out to find this Tomoyo girl and murder her by shredding her to bits.
When it came to matters like this, it didn't matter whether Tomoyo was a "Princess of the Underworld" or not. The fact being, a few good hundred against one certainly didn't make Tomoyo the winner.
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"Hey, Yuki!"
Tomoyo called. It was quite strange how Yuki didn't come to class that morning. He did come to school with her. And he never wagged class. She knew that. They were always together. They were MATES.
Tomoyo was pretty sure Yuki heard, but he didn't turn around. Her legs almost invisible, Tomoyo ran quickly to his side.
"Hey! Kobayashi! Er... what's wrong?"
Tomoyo's voice faltered as Yuki turned around to face her. There... on the pretty pale-face of Prince Kobayashi Yuki...
"Who the hell did this to you!"
Tomoyo yelled. Yuki's pretty face! It had red blotches and scratches everywhere! Not to mention a big red hand mark on the left side of his face!
"If you're my friend..."
Yuki started, and winced as if even moving his lips were a pain.
"...you wouldn't have left me with that girl..."
Tomoyo saw how Yuki desperately avoided eye contact with her. It was all her fault.
"I'll kill that-"
Tomoyo started, her fists clenching, but stopped as she smelled the strong scent of her favourite perfume, Chanelle X. She turned around to come face to face with...
"ToM!!!"
A pretty girl, looking quite spectacular with her silvery pink hair and bright blue eyes, stood with a big smile upon her face. Yuki eyed her wearily, glanced at Tomoyo, then started to back away into the cafeteria. Tomoyo looked sideways at this girl. A green striped white shirt and navy skirts that had been shortened to barely cover her thighs. A classic example of Manning's High.
"Manning's?"
"Yes! Oh my god, like, you KNOW me!"
Tomoyo sweatdropped. She meant to make her voice sound as cold and harsh as possible, but whatever she did or said didn't seem to take effect on this girl. She turned her back to this hyper-active, candy-floss girl, and started towards the cafeteria.
"Like, we must've been lovers in our past life or something! I knew it the first time I saw you!"
Tomoyo ignored her. Completely and utterly. Well, she tried, anyway.
"You know, my name is Sugar. That's my name! That's right! You would know. Don't you?"
"No. I don't."
Tomoyo replied flatly. Sugar took no notice.
"Doesn't it sound just so totally sweet and cute?"
Tomoyo stopped. She spun around on her heels to face Sugar, who smiled brightly. Tomoyo's eyes moved down from her face, and rested where it really shouldn't, but Sugar didn't blush. She didn't even seem to take notice.
"Sumi. Mishiyaki Sumi."
Tomoyo glanced up from the name badge that was pinned on Sumi's left breast pocket. Sugar, or rather, Sumi, looked terribly frustrated.
"Guess it's not Sugar after all."
"It's Sugar. This is just a misspelling of my name. You know."
Sumi tried to cover up by pushing Tomoyo's head sideways with one hand while quickly attempting to remove the badge with another, but Tomoyo stopped her.
"Look, I don't like you. You probably wouldn't like me if I say that I had plastic surgery and show you a picture of my past. Just go away."
Her voice WAS harsh. She turned around and began to walk towards the cafeteria.
Tomoyo enjoyed saying the cruel words. It was just like her. Everyone was frightened and would get tears in their eyes when Tomoyo was like this. It always took effect.
"That's alright! No one likes each other from the start! I hated my best friend before we became friends! I thought she was a complete..! You know what I mean. And the past isn't important. If you really did tell me that you had plastic surgery, you're brave to tell me the truth. But I know whether people had plastic surgery or not, and I'm 200% sure that you haven't. See, my parents are both plastic surgeons. I learn a lot from them."
Tomoyo chose to ignore her chatters. They didn't mean much to her.
"You know, we really must've known each other as lovers in our past. I mean, we look perfect together! You with purple eyes and purple hair, and-"
"Violet hair and amethyst eyes."
Tomoyo added indignantly. She never liked the word 'purple'. As much as Tomoyo ignored her, Sumi ignored Tomoyo's comment.
"....me with pink hair and blue eyes, I mean, pink, blue and purple-"
"VIOLET and AMETHYST."
"Whatever. Pink, blue and purple are all related to each other in the circle of colours!"
Sumi continued with her chatting, and even sat beside Tomoyo in the cafeteria, not caring that this was Rosmini High, not Mannings, nor the fact that she was the only girl in the cafeteria that was full of boys.
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For the next two weeks, Tomoyo had successfully disguised herself every night to see Jay. There were some mistakes here and there, like the time that Tomoyo forgot to undo her bindings and Jay noticed how flat-as-paper her breasts were. He didn't forget to mention it, and Tomoyo returned from the bathroom, a nervous smile on her face and her chests back to normal.
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Tomoyo sat up. It was a hot day. She was wearing long trousers and a sleeved winter shirt with several layers underneath. She always had to wear things underneath her shirts, just in case her bindings might show.
It was Sunday. A HOT Sunday. Yuki disappeared with Eriol, saying that they were going to the school chapel service. Tomoyo didn't attend chapel services.
"Oh god... what am I doing?"
She asked herself. No one could blame her. It was the time of the month when she always had some pain. Tomoyo was sitting on her bunk with a mug of warm tea... and Sumi resting her head on Tomoyo's bony thighs.
No one told her to come. Especially not Tomoyo. And yet, she visited, saying Tom would be so bored without her around since she was the one and only for him.
Sumi had been a successfully annoying and nerve-racking girl for Tomoyo over the past two weeks. She had followed her everywhere, saying she wasn't going back to school now that she found her soul mate. To Tomoyo, Sumi was a cute and annoying girl who just needed a big punch that would make her lose all her memories so that she wouldn't follow Tomoyo anymore.
"Tom?"
Tomoyo ignored her. She was a very bothersome person, needing attention and care every moment. You take your eyes off her one moment, and she's tripped over something. That's why Tomoyo refused to see the sight of her. In hopes she'll trip over something real bad.
"Tom, look at this."
Sumi nudged Tomoyo's shoulder. Tomoyo straightened her legs, hoping Sumi would find her hard thighs painful to lay her head on. But Sumi wasn't the one who noticed those things on the thighs of the beloved.
"Look, Tom. It's a manga. Called 'For you in full blossoms'."
Tomoyo kept ignoring her. But Sumi's next words made her insides freeze.
"It's about a girl who disguises as a boy to go to the same school as the boy she likes."
"It's WHAT?!!"
Tomoyo shouted, and Sumi looked at her.
"Whoa, over-reaction there!"
Sumi paused. She stared at Tomoyo. Her blue eyes poured into Tomoyo's amethyst ones.
A definite look of suspicion were in them. Tomoyo could tell. Cold sweat began to trickle down her back.
What would happen if she was discovered by a girl? Especially Sumi? Would Sumi have pity for her? They were both girls, after all!
Tomoyo noticed how her thoughts began to make herself the piteous one.
"Hey.. Tom...?"
"HUH?!!"
"Hm... over-reaction there again..."
Sumi sat up and looked into Tomoyo's eyes. Tomoyo avoided meeting the bright blue eyes directly. It felt as if Sumi could tell whether she was lying or not.
"You're not..."
Tomoyo gulped. Oh no... she couldn't...
"You're... not thinking that I'm a boy disguising as a girl, do you?"
Tomoyo swayed. Her mug of tea almost spilled. Three drops of sweat appeared neatly on her forehead.
"N, No Sumi... I don't. I know for sure you're a girl."
"Good."
Sumi smiled proudly.
"Coz I am."
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"Jay!!!"
Tomoyo shrieked, and jumped on him. He laughed as she planted a big kiss on his lips.
"You're so affectionate, Tomoyo!"
He complained, wiping off the red kiss mark from his lips. Tomoyo looked at him, her eyes filled with love.
"Aren't wondering why I called you today?"
Jay asked. They were looking into each other's eyes again. Tomoyo shook her head, her eyes dreamy and dazed.
"I'm not asking... I know already."
Then she frowned.
"Why should I ask you why you called me? Was there something important you wanted to tell me?"
Jay let out a hearty laugh. Tomoyo disliked being laughed at, but was sure his laugh wasn't directed to her. Nor was it dislikable.
"I thought you knew already. What was your reasoning?"
"Should we really state reasons here when we only wanted to see our loved ones? I know you called because you wanted to see me. And I only came because I wanted to see you. It's all because we love each other just too much."
Tomoyo smiled. When they got married, which would be not very far in future, they'd probably be burned to death on their bed. A supernatural thing would happen and their love would burn like a fire, turning into a real fire that would burn them both. That's it. They'd burn in a bed, their ashes mixed together.
Jay laughed. A nice laugh. Only a hint of ridiculing.
"Tomoyo sweet, I thought I should pay your parents a visit."
"Hm... yes..........................WHAT?!!"
"You know, we will get married soon. My parents are still in Ireland on their business trip, and I might as well visit your mother before I go back to America."
Tomoyo shut up. It was better to let him go on and on. Right now, anything she said would be turned into a yes.
"What do you think, honey?"
Too late. It wasn't a topic to babble on about.
"Well... Jay..."
A look of hurt shot across his face. His hands gripped her shoulders.
"You don't want your mother to see me? Tomoyo, don't you want us to get married?"
"Well..."
The strength in his grip faded. Jay looked down.
"I guess... guess you didn't love me that much after all... alright... we can always think again about the marriage..."
"No!! It isn't that!"
Tomoyo shouted. Their love should never be a problem in their relationship!
"My mother's away for a trip around the world! She's probably roaming the Sahara deserts by now."
Jay's hurt look disappeared, and he chuckled.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"So where do you stay now?"
Damn. Didn't think he'd go that far.
"Um... my friend's house."
"Sakura?"
Tomoyo hesitated. Yes. It would have to be Sakura. She couldn't really go to anyone else's house saying she was going to stay there for a few days.
"Yeah. She's my best friend, you know."
"Alright. Oh, I want to take a picture of you in your school uniform with your friends at your school. What school do you go to again?"
Tomoyo's lips pursed. Jay didn't seem to notice, and was, perhaps, more embarrassed at the fact that he didn't even know which school his fiance went to.
"Um..."
She couldn't name any of the schools near-by. She was smart enough to realise all the girls were out to shred her to pieces.
Hoping Jay didn't know anything about it, Tomoyo put a smile on her face and replied,
"Rosmini High."
She didn't mention the biggie that Rosmini was a boys' school. She hoped Jay wouldn't know anything about it... but luck wasn't with her from the start of the year.
"Rosmini? Isn't that an all boys' school?!!"
Great. He didn't only know all about it, he probably had a friend there who could tell him all about Tom Daidouji.
Tomoyo's first instinct was to deny the fact that was as clear as crystal.
"NO! Of course not! Why would I go to a boy's school!"
But Jay's serious eyes met her lying ones. Tomoyo shifted her eyes.
"Tomoyo, Rosmini High is an all 'boy's school."
Jay replied in a firm, yet pleading voice. A voice that told Tomoyo to keep on denying. But Tomoyo couldn't bear it. Her whole life had been a lie since she had to disguise as a boy. She didn't want to be a liar to Jay.
"I... I know..."
She whispered. Jay sighed, and looked up at the blue sky.
"It's... it's... only... it's only for an adventure... no worries..."
Jay looked at her. She noticed how frustrated his eyes were.
"Only for an adventure?!! Tomoyo, I don't believe this!"
Tomoyo listened to all his lectures. She deserved to die. She attempted in vain to commit suicide by biting her tongue, but it didn't work.
"I can't believe this..."
Jay shook his head. Tomoyo's head lowered.
"It's quite easy if you try..."
She whispered, but Jay suddenly turned to face Tomoyo.
"I'm going to Rosmini."
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He means only for a visit. Please take into account my mental breakdown and so and so... and please leave a review!!!
Okay, so I updated on Saturday, at night... I'm so sorry!
I went to someone's house for dinner... wasn't my choice!
But anyways, since it's nearing 12 and I should well be asleep by now, you'll notice how boring and not up to standard this chapter is...just close your eyes and forgive me on that one. I had a mental breakdown-_- on Friday and couldn't manage to write lots. Too much stress and nervous thingies of Year9.
I'll write re-reviews in my next chapter, which will be updated same time next week. Sorry!
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Btw, please visit the site below:
www.geocities.com/destinys_flowers
It's me and my friends' site^^ we put up blogs and artworks, as well as fanfiction up on it. I'm working on making my own fanfiction site where Disguise and other fics, including this one will go up on^^;
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Thanks to all the people who reviewed, please enjoy this chapter!
**
Note added 2-2-04
Okay, I'm meant to do HW at the moment.. just spending 2 mins on updating^^ Enjoy!
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Note added 5-2-04
Okay, I have no idea whether if this will work or not. HTML or web documents just don't seem to work..T_T
Note added later...;
Okay, i've just got this onto a notepad which does seem to work, except for weird signs whereever there are question marks, exclamation marks, and apostrophes. all those weird things.
I've tried to delete most of them, but don't know if they do work, or if i've deleted them all. So just bear with the weird markings popping up here and there^^;
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"Tom...?"
Yuki asked, and tried the doorknob. It turned. Now that was strange. The light was on, but Tom never left the bathroom door unlocked when he was using it.
Yuki sighed. He must've forgotten to turn off the light, AGAIN. Honestly, he always got in trouble for leaving the bathroom light on during the night. It was that big, big problem of him thinking that the spirits, or rather, ghosts, of his dead budgies liked to have a bath. Ever since they died, which was, when he was 11 years-old, he left the bathroom lights on so he could witness the ghosts of his dead budgies come and take a bath in the tub. Before he came to Rosmini high, many psychiatrists persuaded him that there were NO afterlife for animals, but it became a dreadful habit, which he carried on with throughout his senior years.
He held the doorknob, turned to open, and stopped. And he thought.
Was the light switch inside the bathroom? Or outside?
He ran his hands over the walls. Nope. No switches whatsoever.
Shrugging, he pushed open the door.
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Tomoyo held her breath. Yuki opened the door. She couldn't breathe. She had to keep silent. The matter held her life and dignity!
"Oh no... if it wasn't Tom, then it was my budgie syndrome! AGAIN!"
Yuki half-cried in his drowsy voice. Tomoyo's head cocked sideways. Yuki had a budgie syndrome? What in the name of hell was that?
"Hang on!"
Yuki shouted, and Tomoyo found his voice completely and utterly awake. He looked around the bathroom. The room was filled with hot steam, and the mirror was foggy. He turned his head slowly towards the shower.
Wet. The shower was wet.
"My budgies!"
Yuki yelled in delight. His budgies! They really did exist! The budgie spirits were here!
His eyes turned into beautiful green stars, Yuki forgot completely about the lights, and with a great big smile don on his face, he closed the bathroom door.
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Sighing a breath of relief, Tomoyo slipped out from behind the bathroom doors. It was a good thing she was thin. At least she could hide behind the doors!
The mirror was a problem she noticed right after Yuki opened the door. But he seemed to fail to notice since her skin colour was so pale, similar to the wall paint. And the mirrors were foggy.. Thank GOD they were!
Wondering what in the name of hell Yuki's life-saving 'Budgie Syndrome' could be, Tomoyo silently made her way around the still alight bathroom, and took out a towel from the cabinet. She wrapped herself with it, tight and secure. A worried expression cast upon her face, she opened the toilet lid.
Taking a big breath, she looked inside.
Her clothes and the long wig floated on top. Her heels had already sunk deep under the water. What was Sakura going to say about this? Tomoyo asked herself with a typical sense of morality together with a little guilty conscience. But soon, her strong-willed and un-sympathetic heart overcame the small goodness.
'She's not going to say anything, because she won't know what happened.'
Taking out the dripping wig and clothes by the partially dry parts, she noticed a long lock of the wig hanging out on the edge of the toilet seat.
'Funny how Yuki didn't notice that.'
Grabbing a plastic bag from the cabinet, the one that said 'Sorbent' on it, she stuffed the dripping clothing in it. Then she looked over at the shoes. Sunken, underwater.
It wasn't that deep. The only problem was, she had to touch the water to get it out.
Tomoyo thought. She knew the water was fresh. She had flushed, un-fearing, thinking that Yuki just might as well is spending the night outside somewhere. Possibly on a park bench. Maybe with a girl. But now the thoughts didn't matter. What did was the fact that she had flushed and the water was clean, but she still didn't want to touch it.
In the end she resolved to wake up early in the morning to take it out. Purification, it seemed, might be needed, however clean the water could be. That wasn't the only thing. She needed to be extra drowsy. It couldn't be done when she was on her right mind. It just didn't seem right.
And so, picking up the plastic bag, wrapped with a towel, she quietly stepped outside.
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Tomoyo woke up to the familiar sounds of the morning. Yuki's footsteps sounded. Tomoyo heard the sound of him flicking through the wardrobe, and getting changed. She slightly opened her eyes. She enjoyed the sight of this early morning strip show. Yuki was thin. Muscular. All that was needed for a good show.
When Yuki got changed, Tomoyo closed her eyes again and pondered whether she should wake up, or stay in bed. Suddenly, she remembered everything.
Absolutely everything, including Sakura's high heels hidden deep inside the toilet.
"ARGH!!!"
Tomoyo sat up with a small yell. She jumped off her bunk, rushed to the bathroom and pushed the door with all her might.
"Yuki, don't go-"
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!"
Standing there, her eyes tightly shut, fist clenched, Tomoyo realised what she did. Or rather, what she saw...
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"I'm so sorry, Kobayashi... I deserve to live."
Tomoyo said in a sorrowful voice. They were on their way to school, walking through the school gates. Yuki turned, only grin at her miserable expression.
"It's alright! I mean, we're both men here, right? That is, unless you have some kind of homo-genes inside, or get nasty thoughts."
"I'm so sorry..."
Though the words were something, but Tomoyo's thoughts were another. She was feeling sorry for herself. And Sakura.
"Oh yeah, Tom?"
"Huh?"
"You never mentioned you had a girlfriend before. How come?"
"HUH??"
Tomoyo's heart thudded. She THOUGHT he forgot!
"That Tomoyo girl. Gee, her name sounds quite familiar..."
As Yuki kept going on about how Tomoyo's name seemed awfully familiar, Tomoyo felt her insides cringe. If he ever tried writing Tomoyo and Tom Daidouji's name together on a piece of paper, saying that they were going to get married, he'd realise the name Tomoyo Daidouji was very familiar, after all.
As they entered the corridors with all the lockers, a girl stepped up to Tomoyo.
"Daidouji Tom?"
Tomoyo looked down at the little brown-haired girl. Her voice was quavering. Her nose and eyes were red.
"Look, I don't want your presents or love letters or whatever. Just-"
SLAP!
"How COULD you!"
The girl screamed into Tomoyo's ears. She felt the world spin. Has she just been hit... by a girl?
"You are OUR property! You can't just belong to one girl!"
"Whoa! Calm down, lady!"
Yuki, as always, the gentleman, tried to calm the girl, while Tomoyo stood still, dazed by the fact that she had just been slapped by a no-name girl. Tomoyo the great, hit on the face by a girl.
"I'm not going to calm down! I'm the president of TDLG, Tom Daidouji Lovers Group! And I'm also the head of Anti-Tomoyo club! Try and stop me if you can!"
The girl's hand shot up again. Tomoyo caught it firmly, just as it came down. Tomoyo pulled her close. It was a fighting act for Tomoyo, but to the girl, it must've seemed more like Tom Daidouji just fell head-over-heels with her. Her eyes turned to PINK HEARTS. Tomoyo felt sick inside.
"Look girl, just get this straight."
Tomoyo leveled her amethyst eyes with the girl's pink hearts.
"I-DON'T-LIKE-YOU. Whether you're the president of TLL-what's-it's-name or whatever."
The pink hearts disappeared, and were replaced by tears.
"But, but..."
"But yes, you know there are no buts."
A tear rolled down the girl's cheeks as she heard Tomoyo's cold voice. When Tomoyo let her go, she dropped to the floor. Tomoyo ignored it, as she always did, and made her way through the silent crowd.
Only Yuki, who stood beside the girl, heard what she whispered as they watched Tom Daidouji move away.
"No... it's TDLG... not TLL..."
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After the small incident in the morning, Tomoyo was relieved there weren't any girls out there chasing him around. But the thing was, now all the girls were out to find this Tomoyo girl and murder her by shredding her to bits.
When it came to matters like this, it didn't matter whether Tomoyo was a "Princess of the Underworld" or not. The fact being, a few good hundred against one certainly didn't make Tomoyo the winner.
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"Hey, Yuki!"
Tomoyo called. It was quite strange how Yuki didn't come to class that morning. He did come to school with her. And he never wagged class. She knew that. They were always together. They were MATES.
Tomoyo was pretty sure Yuki heard, but he didn't turn around. Her legs almost invisible, Tomoyo ran quickly to his side.
"Hey! Kobayashi! Er... what's wrong?"
Tomoyo's voice faltered as Yuki turned around to face her. There... on the pretty pale-face of Prince Kobayashi Yuki...
"Who the hell did this to you!"
Tomoyo yelled. Yuki's pretty face! It had red blotches and scratches everywhere! Not to mention a big red hand mark on the left side of his face!
"If you're my friend..."
Yuki started, and winced as if even moving his lips were a pain.
"...you wouldn't have left me with that girl..."
Tomoyo saw how Yuki desperately avoided eye contact with her. It was all her fault.
"I'll kill that-"
Tomoyo started, her fists clenching, but stopped as she smelled the strong scent of her favourite perfume, Chanelle X. She turned around to come face to face with...
"ToM!!!"
A pretty girl, looking quite spectacular with her silvery pink hair and bright blue eyes, stood with a big smile upon her face. Yuki eyed her wearily, glanced at Tomoyo, then started to back away into the cafeteria. Tomoyo looked sideways at this girl. A green striped white shirt and navy skirts that had been shortened to barely cover her thighs. A classic example of Manning's High.
"Manning's?"
"Yes! Oh my god, like, you KNOW me!"
Tomoyo sweatdropped. She meant to make her voice sound as cold and harsh as possible, but whatever she did or said didn't seem to take effect on this girl. She turned her back to this hyper-active, candy-floss girl, and started towards the cafeteria.
"Like, we must've been lovers in our past life or something! I knew it the first time I saw you!"
Tomoyo ignored her. Completely and utterly. Well, she tried, anyway.
"You know, my name is Sugar. That's my name! That's right! You would know. Don't you?"
"No. I don't."
Tomoyo replied flatly. Sugar took no notice.
"Doesn't it sound just so totally sweet and cute?"
Tomoyo stopped. She spun around on her heels to face Sugar, who smiled brightly. Tomoyo's eyes moved down from her face, and rested where it really shouldn't, but Sugar didn't blush. She didn't even seem to take notice.
"Sumi. Mishiyaki Sumi."
Tomoyo glanced up from the name badge that was pinned on Sumi's left breast pocket. Sugar, or rather, Sumi, looked terribly frustrated.
"Guess it's not Sugar after all."
"It's Sugar. This is just a misspelling of my name. You know."
Sumi tried to cover up by pushing Tomoyo's head sideways with one hand while quickly attempting to remove the badge with another, but Tomoyo stopped her.
"Look, I don't like you. You probably wouldn't like me if I say that I had plastic surgery and show you a picture of my past. Just go away."
Her voice WAS harsh. She turned around and began to walk towards the cafeteria.
Tomoyo enjoyed saying the cruel words. It was just like her. Everyone was frightened and would get tears in their eyes when Tomoyo was like this. It always took effect.
"That's alright! No one likes each other from the start! I hated my best friend before we became friends! I thought she was a complete..! You know what I mean. And the past isn't important. If you really did tell me that you had plastic surgery, you're brave to tell me the truth. But I know whether people had plastic surgery or not, and I'm 200% sure that you haven't. See, my parents are both plastic surgeons. I learn a lot from them."
Tomoyo chose to ignore her chatters. They didn't mean much to her.
"You know, we really must've known each other as lovers in our past. I mean, we look perfect together! You with purple eyes and purple hair, and-"
"Violet hair and amethyst eyes."
Tomoyo added indignantly. She never liked the word 'purple'. As much as Tomoyo ignored her, Sumi ignored Tomoyo's comment.
"....me with pink hair and blue eyes, I mean, pink, blue and purple-"
"VIOLET and AMETHYST."
"Whatever. Pink, blue and purple are all related to each other in the circle of colours!"
Sumi continued with her chatting, and even sat beside Tomoyo in the cafeteria, not caring that this was Rosmini High, not Mannings, nor the fact that she was the only girl in the cafeteria that was full of boys.
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For the next two weeks, Tomoyo had successfully disguised herself every night to see Jay. There were some mistakes here and there, like the time that Tomoyo forgot to undo her bindings and Jay noticed how flat-as-paper her breasts were. He didn't forget to mention it, and Tomoyo returned from the bathroom, a nervous smile on her face and her chests back to normal.
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Tomoyo sat up. It was a hot day. She was wearing long trousers and a sleeved winter shirt with several layers underneath. She always had to wear things underneath her shirts, just in case her bindings might show.
It was Sunday. A HOT Sunday. Yuki disappeared with Eriol, saying that they were going to the school chapel service. Tomoyo didn't attend chapel services.
"Oh god... what am I doing?"
She asked herself. No one could blame her. It was the time of the month when she always had some pain. Tomoyo was sitting on her bunk with a mug of warm tea... and Sumi resting her head on Tomoyo's bony thighs.
No one told her to come. Especially not Tomoyo. And yet, she visited, saying Tom would be so bored without her around since she was the one and only for him.
Sumi had been a successfully annoying and nerve-racking girl for Tomoyo over the past two weeks. She had followed her everywhere, saying she wasn't going back to school now that she found her soul mate. To Tomoyo, Sumi was a cute and annoying girl who just needed a big punch that would make her lose all her memories so that she wouldn't follow Tomoyo anymore.
"Tom?"
Tomoyo ignored her. She was a very bothersome person, needing attention and care every moment. You take your eyes off her one moment, and she's tripped over something. That's why Tomoyo refused to see the sight of her. In hopes she'll trip over something real bad.
"Tom, look at this."
Sumi nudged Tomoyo's shoulder. Tomoyo straightened her legs, hoping Sumi would find her hard thighs painful to lay her head on. But Sumi wasn't the one who noticed those things on the thighs of the beloved.
"Look, Tom. It's a manga. Called 'For you in full blossoms'."
Tomoyo kept ignoring her. But Sumi's next words made her insides freeze.
"It's about a girl who disguises as a boy to go to the same school as the boy she likes."
"It's WHAT?!!"
Tomoyo shouted, and Sumi looked at her.
"Whoa, over-reaction there!"
Sumi paused. She stared at Tomoyo. Her blue eyes poured into Tomoyo's amethyst ones.
A definite look of suspicion were in them. Tomoyo could tell. Cold sweat began to trickle down her back.
What would happen if she was discovered by a girl? Especially Sumi? Would Sumi have pity for her? They were both girls, after all!
Tomoyo noticed how her thoughts began to make herself the piteous one.
"Hey.. Tom...?"
"HUH?!!"
"Hm... over-reaction there again..."
Sumi sat up and looked into Tomoyo's eyes. Tomoyo avoided meeting the bright blue eyes directly. It felt as if Sumi could tell whether she was lying or not.
"You're not..."
Tomoyo gulped. Oh no... she couldn't...
"You're... not thinking that I'm a boy disguising as a girl, do you?"
Tomoyo swayed. Her mug of tea almost spilled. Three drops of sweat appeared neatly on her forehead.
"N, No Sumi... I don't. I know for sure you're a girl."
"Good."
Sumi smiled proudly.
"Coz I am."
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"Jay!!!"
Tomoyo shrieked, and jumped on him. He laughed as she planted a big kiss on his lips.
"You're so affectionate, Tomoyo!"
He complained, wiping off the red kiss mark from his lips. Tomoyo looked at him, her eyes filled with love.
"Aren't wondering why I called you today?"
Jay asked. They were looking into each other's eyes again. Tomoyo shook her head, her eyes dreamy and dazed.
"I'm not asking... I know already."
Then she frowned.
"Why should I ask you why you called me? Was there something important you wanted to tell me?"
Jay let out a hearty laugh. Tomoyo disliked being laughed at, but was sure his laugh wasn't directed to her. Nor was it dislikable.
"I thought you knew already. What was your reasoning?"
"Should we really state reasons here when we only wanted to see our loved ones? I know you called because you wanted to see me. And I only came because I wanted to see you. It's all because we love each other just too much."
Tomoyo smiled. When they got married, which would be not very far in future, they'd probably be burned to death on their bed. A supernatural thing would happen and their love would burn like a fire, turning into a real fire that would burn them both. That's it. They'd burn in a bed, their ashes mixed together.
Jay laughed. A nice laugh. Only a hint of ridiculing.
"Tomoyo sweet, I thought I should pay your parents a visit."
"Hm... yes..........................WHAT?!!"
"You know, we will get married soon. My parents are still in Ireland on their business trip, and I might as well visit your mother before I go back to America."
Tomoyo shut up. It was better to let him go on and on. Right now, anything she said would be turned into a yes.
"What do you think, honey?"
Too late. It wasn't a topic to babble on about.
"Well... Jay..."
A look of hurt shot across his face. His hands gripped her shoulders.
"You don't want your mother to see me? Tomoyo, don't you want us to get married?"
"Well..."
The strength in his grip faded. Jay looked down.
"I guess... guess you didn't love me that much after all... alright... we can always think again about the marriage..."
"No!! It isn't that!"
Tomoyo shouted. Their love should never be a problem in their relationship!
"My mother's away for a trip around the world! She's probably roaming the Sahara deserts by now."
Jay's hurt look disappeared, and he chuckled.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"So where do you stay now?"
Damn. Didn't think he'd go that far.
"Um... my friend's house."
"Sakura?"
Tomoyo hesitated. Yes. It would have to be Sakura. She couldn't really go to anyone else's house saying she was going to stay there for a few days.
"Yeah. She's my best friend, you know."
"Alright. Oh, I want to take a picture of you in your school uniform with your friends at your school. What school do you go to again?"
Tomoyo's lips pursed. Jay didn't seem to notice, and was, perhaps, more embarrassed at the fact that he didn't even know which school his fiance went to.
"Um..."
She couldn't name any of the schools near-by. She was smart enough to realise all the girls were out to shred her to pieces.
Hoping Jay didn't know anything about it, Tomoyo put a smile on her face and replied,
"Rosmini High."
She didn't mention the biggie that Rosmini was a boys' school. She hoped Jay wouldn't know anything about it... but luck wasn't with her from the start of the year.
"Rosmini? Isn't that an all boys' school?!!"
Great. He didn't only know all about it, he probably had a friend there who could tell him all about Tom Daidouji.
Tomoyo's first instinct was to deny the fact that was as clear as crystal.
"NO! Of course not! Why would I go to a boy's school!"
But Jay's serious eyes met her lying ones. Tomoyo shifted her eyes.
"Tomoyo, Rosmini High is an all 'boy's school."
Jay replied in a firm, yet pleading voice. A voice that told Tomoyo to keep on denying. But Tomoyo couldn't bear it. Her whole life had been a lie since she had to disguise as a boy. She didn't want to be a liar to Jay.
"I... I know..."
She whispered. Jay sighed, and looked up at the blue sky.
"It's... it's... only... it's only for an adventure... no worries..."
Jay looked at her. She noticed how frustrated his eyes were.
"Only for an adventure?!! Tomoyo, I don't believe this!"
Tomoyo listened to all his lectures. She deserved to die. She attempted in vain to commit suicide by biting her tongue, but it didn't work.
"I can't believe this..."
Jay shook his head. Tomoyo's head lowered.
"It's quite easy if you try..."
She whispered, but Jay suddenly turned to face Tomoyo.
"I'm going to Rosmini."
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He means only for a visit. Please take into account my mental breakdown and so and so... and please leave a review!!!
