Hihi!!!
Ah... glad to be back... and yet, painful!!
Sorry guys, to keep you waiting for almost half a year!!! (smack smack!!!)
I know excuses wont do, but I was just not myself the last many weeks of term 2. We had things every lunchtime, and rehearsals after school Friday and Saturday afternoons, which were the only times that I had the chance to write fanfiction...;; SO SORRY!!! (Friday afternoons still not free, but Saturdays are... at least for now, quite clear.)
During the holidays I tried to heal my wrist and fingers... I reckon I'm going to get arthritis in them or something. Too much typing, for reports, homework, etc. I couldn't carry heavy stuff and I needed my hands for a lot of things... (I even had them wrapped up when times were "hard") my middleindex finger joints were rather painful as well, and still nothing's perfect... sigh... but as long as I don't do TOO much, I'll survive..
Um.. hope you enjoy this chappie!!!
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Tomoyo sighed. The silence for the last two weeks provided her with nothing but useless and miserable time to think. Time to think about Jay and their broken relationship and their past memories... so sweet and beautiful...
But silence wasn't all that she was given.
"Tom, you are honestly so gloomy these days! What on earth has gotten into you!"
If Tomoyo never bargained for silence, then she definitely DIDN'T bargain for Sumi.
"You're not responding... honestly, I KNEW you shouldn't have declined my offer to take you to the hospital when I said you were dying!"
"Sumi..."
"Sugar!"
Tomoyo paused in her steps. Sumi snapped back almost instantly, giving Tomoyo a small fright. She was totally off-guard these days.
"Sugar, just leave me alone..."
A gasp. That was all Sugar gave in return.
"You... you called me Sugar!"
Tomoyo sighed inwardly. Great. Now she was going to go on and on about how happy she was now that her real name was finally realized by her greatest love of all.
"It's like, oh my GOD! I'm so happy I could die-"
"Please do."
Tomoyo murmured. Sumi stopped in the middle of her sentence, looking expectantly at Tomoyo.
"What was that? I just missed it."
"Nothing! Nothing..."
Sumi gave a big smile.
"Anyways, I'm so happy that my real name has actually been accepted and realized by my greatest love of all! Do you know who that is?"
Sumi asked with a great wave of excitement in her voice. Somewhat like a nursery teacher talking a five-year-old, asking really obvious questions.
"Me."
Tomoyo answered flatly. As predicted, Sumi showed her pleasure with a glowing smile.
"That's right!"
Then Sumi looked around. The two walked in silence for almost a full two seconds before Sumi began talking again. A world record. Tomoyo was amazed at the longest silence Sumi had for the last month or so she had been talking to her.
"Look, Tomoyo! Lookies!"
A child. Simple minded, always finding something new and interesting.
"Oh... what is it?"
A parent or guardian. Knows it's annoying, but always plays along with the child's game.
"Eriol!"
Tomoyo's fake grin disappeared before Sumi's sentence even began. It seemed eyes were quicker than voice.
It was Eriol. He was leaning against someone's brick wall, talking to someone on his phone. If one thing was much, much more different than the usual Eriol, it was the fact that the light, tranquil atmosphere around him was there no more. He looked more serious, heavy, and, if Tomoyo could add, angry. Rather infuriated.
"Yoo-hoo! Eriol!"
Before Tomoyo could stop her, Sumi called Eriol in her usual weightless way, and he turned around. His eyes met hers for the first time in 2 weeks. First time after Tomoyo got discovered.
But, unlike Tomoyo's eyes gave way by shivering slightly, Eriol's eyes looked empty and completely wiped out of all memories. But he gave a wide smile as his lips moved to talk into the phone he held to his ear. The smile was empty and meaningless. Why hadn't she ever noticed this before? Eriol. He was never the center of her observations until now. Of the millions of times Tomoyo and Yuki found Eriol with a phone to his ear, she never bothered to notice what kind of smiles his were.
Eriol shut the flap as Tomoyo and Sumi approached. He then gave them a smile. Almost a smile, anyway.
"Hi, Eriol!"
Sumi yelled, and bounded towards him with Tomoyo towing behind her.
"Hey, how are you two doing?"
Eriol asked in his light voice. Tomoyo glared at his politeness. Eriol only smiled back.
"Good! How are you?"
"I'm fine thank-you! What brings you ladies out here on this fine day?"
Eriol asked politely. A gentleman... with a tongue full of venom!! Tomoyo's eyes sharpened towards him.
"Ladies?"
Sumi laughed playfully, and again, PLAYFULLY hit Tomoyo on her shoulder.
"Oh, TOM. He's playing, look!"
Tomoyo was looking. And she could see how Eriol's smile was mild and kind like it always was. That ANNOYING smile! The most annoying and irritating smile in the whole wide world of mild and kind smiles!
"Just a slip, Tom. I'm sorry."
Eriol grinned, and his eyes met hers. Tomoyo instantly felt rather vexed at the thought of her sharing a "secret understanding" with HIM.
But one think she had to admit, was that Eriol was an absolute gentleman. Perfect. Not her type, but certainly perfect.
Maybe, if he had purple hair and purple eyes, Sumi might as well have chosen to chase him instead! Tomoyo thought unkindly.
"I'm going. Got homework. Bye."
Tomoyo said her words with sharp blades in them, and left.
Well, at least, she TRIED to.
"You can't leave now! We've only just met!"
Sumi cried, and pulled Tomoyo back with her arm.
'Well,' Tomoyo thought, 'Maybe you don't realize that you've been hugging my arm for nearly four hours now.'
A strong rock music interrupted Tomoyo's flow of thought. Tomoyo thanked mother earth and god that her phone rang just in time. Hopefully it was Yuki. Or maybe Sakura. She didn't know. But never mind, because her phone had rung.
Tomoyo, with a wide grin, reached for her cellphone in her back pocket when the ringing stopped. Tomoyo froze as well.
The phone call couldn't have stopped. It was the only way she had out of this meddling situation! The only lifeline...
"Why didn't you answer it?"
Tomoyo heard Sumi's curious voice. She pulled her head up as she began to answer,
"I didn't. I-"
Then she saw Eriol putting his cellphone back into his pockets, the battery detached from the body.
"It's a prank call."
Vexed at the thought of sharing the same ringtone with Eriol, Tomoyo shot him a glare.
"How do you know it's a prank call if you haven't answered it yet!"
"I just do."
Eriol answered coolly. He appeared to be not very caring of the caller who could have just lost his spirits because they couldn't prank call. Tomoyo began to think of all the utmost absurd prank calls she could do on him. She studied the slowly changing face of Eriol, and laughed inwardly as his face paled and turned more serious.
'I bet you can feel the terrible tricks I'm planning now... oh, you'll never get to live through them all! I'm so superior!'
Just then, as Tomoyo repeated to herself how superior herself was, the same rock music rang in their ears.
Knowing for sure that this was for her, Tomoyo checked the frame for the caller number.
Her face hardened. Unfamliar... and yet somehow familiar... it must be in her address book because the number appeared with a heart above it.
Tomoyo decided it would be unsafe for her to take the call. Who knows who it could be?
She put on a pleasant deep voice.
"Hello. You have reached, 014-xxx-xxxx. The owner is unable to take the call now, so please leave a message after the tone, and press 1. Beep-"
She could see Sumi's curiosity and Eriol's amusement, but she really didn't care.
But the moment she heard the voice at the other side of the line, she knew that she actually DID care.
"Hi Tomoyo, it's your mummy, yes, it's Sonomi. Since you can't pick up the phone right now, I'm sure you're studying very hard at the library or something and left your phone behind in your dorm. I'm having a wonderful time around the world and now I'm in Australia. I hope you weren't much surprised or disappointed in me because I sold-"
"Beep! If you want to re-record, press one. If you want to make your message urgent, press two. If you want to listen to your messa-"
Crap. Tomoyo couldn't repeat what her mother said! And not in this unbearable voice!
"-ge, press three........... if.... If you want to hang up, press four."
Beep. A number pressed. Suddenly, three drops of sweat appeared neatly on Tomoyo's forehead.
How was she supposed to know what number "Beep" was?
Tomoyo chose to stay silent. Soon, she heard Sonomi's puzzled voice.
"That's funny... I'm sure I pressed two..."
Two... it was as if a lightning bulb struck her. Tomoyo began.
"Thank you for calling. Good-"
"Hm... isn't number two making my message urgent?"
"You're message has been..."
Tomoyo stopped. Damn. She was caught.
"How are you?"
Sonomi asked. Tomoyo glared at no one in particular, and saw that Sumi was glued to the other side of her cellphone, trying to eavesdrop, and Eriol still had the unbearable smile of amusement on his face.
"Not very well, thanks to you."
She answered coldly, making her voice as unwelcome as possible. She desperately tried to push Sumi away just incase she really did hear something. Typical Sonomi to call at this time of the day. Great timing.
"Oh sweet, it was only a-"
"I've got to go! The bell's just rung! Sorry! Bye!"
Tomoyo slammed the phone shut. She could feel the eyes of Eriol and Sumi still upon her. She shrugged. Just as she was about to slip the phone back into her pockets, it rang again.
'It couldn't be her.' Tomoyo thought as she looked at the frame. No... it wasn't the same number. Who on earth could this be?
"Hello?"
"Hello. This is the Starlight Hospital."
Hospital? Tomoyo frowned. Was it one of the girls? She made sure they wouldn't make a move on anyone until she made the great comeback.
"Yes... okay..."
"I'm sorry, but please come quickly to the emergency room. Mr Kobayashi Yuki has just been involved in a fatal car accident and-"
"What?!!"
Tomoyo screamed. Yuki!
"He's in the emergency room now, please-"
"One second, where is this hospital? I mean, where is..."
Panic began rising in her heart. Just then, a firm hand grabbed Tomoyo's shoulder. She turned. Eriol was looking down at her, a serious expression on his face.
"Starlight hospital."
"I know where it is."
"Thanks for calling, I'll be there in a mom."
Tomoyo thanked the nurse. Something she had learnt from Yuki the gentleman. She shut the flap, and looked up at Eriol.
Eriol looked down at her, cocking his head slightly to the left.
"Who is it?"
"Dunno. It's Yuki. Where is this hospital?"
"I'm coming!! I'm coming as well!"
Sumi cried and pulled at Tomoyo's sleeves. Tomoyo put on the most annoyed looking look she could, and face Sumi.
"No. You don't know Yuki. Yuki doesn't know you."
"Yes I do! Yes he does!!! I'm coming!!!!"
Tomoyo rolled her eyes and without thinking she quickly grabbed Eriol's sleeve. She ignored Sumi's cries as she reached up to his ears and muttered under her breath,
"Run. NOW!!!!"
And with that, the two took off.
"I'm telling on you, Tom Daidouji!!!"
Tomoyo grinned as she heard Sumi's voice get smaller and smaller. Soon, she let go of Eriol's sleeve and halted to a stop.
"So, where are we? Where's this hospital?"
Eriol stared at her for a moment, until for some very really weird reason, Tomoyo felt her face heat up. What was this nonsense? What was wrong with her?
Of course, she'd just been running. It was natural for her to be heated up. No matter how fit she was, yes, it was natural for her face to heat up.
Eriol grinned at her. Tomoyo almost grinned back, but soon realized she already was grinning, and instead, forced her face to change to a disgusted expression.
"You're looking up at it."
"What? What the hell are you talking about?"
It was just as she finished the sentence that she spotted the tall building with the name "Starlight Hospital".
"Oh."
Tomoyo tried to look sheepish, but her face just burned again. There was something seriously wrong with her. She decided to get a check-up while she was at the hospital.
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"Yuki!!!!!!!! Where are you! Don't die! I couldn't live without you! Yuki!!!!!"
Tomoyo shrieked as she ran around the hospital wings, not knowing where to go and feeling like a lost lamb. She had never before been to a hospital. Even with all the fights and stuff, she never came to the hospital. It was all thanks to Sonomi, ONCE AGAIN.
She was the one who never allowed Tomoyo to the hospital, and got her treated at home by her aunt who was a doctor.
As she blamed her mother mercilessly for her lack of knowledge in a public hospital, Tomoyo ran blindly.
"Hey,"
A warm voice and a warm hand, both reaching her at the same time. Tomoyo looked up, surprised to find she had tears in her eyes, somehow not very surprised to find Eriol looking down at her with a seriously concerned look in his eyes.
"It's this way."
He smiled, and with his hands still on her shoulders, guided her to the reception on the first floor.
The lady at the reception looked up, and instantly smiled when she saw Eriol.
"Hello. What can I do for you?"
Eriol smiled. Tomoyo's face crumpled. Was Eriol really everyone's perfect guy except for Tomoyo?
"We're looking for Kobayashi Yuki... he came in this afternoon with a car accident..."
"Oh yes. Number 482, on the fourth floor."
The nurse answered pleasantly, and winked at Eriol. Tomoyo seriously considered throwing up at her face, but quickly reconsidered. Eriol smiled back, but didn't return the wink. Turning around and walking towards the elevator, he wrapped his arm around Tomoyo's shoulders rather than put his hands on them. Tomoyo winced, and struggled with absolutely no will to escape this warm prison. Eriol bent down and his lips were so close to her ears that she could hear his soft breathing, nice and loud. Her cheeks burned, once again.
"Don't..."
She muttered, and cringed, like a turtle pulling its neck into its shell.
"Shush." Eriol whispered, and with a smirk, blew softly onto her neck. She felt a sudden urge to push out of his arms and wring his neck, but resisted this wonderful temptation. Seeing as this was a hospital, he would survive and she would not. His whispers continued, this time rather playfully.
"The elevator's right next to the psychology department... we don't want to lose you there."
"Huh? What?"
With a hearty laugh, Eriol boarded the elevator, taking Tomoyo along as he did. All the way up to the fourth floor, Eriol continued to laugh, and Tomoyo was just plain confused at the fact that Eriol was laughing so much over a not so funny joke.
The elevator door opened. She moved her eyes up, ready to get off. A gasp. Not from her, but from someone else.
"Master? What are you doing here?"
Tomoyo looked at the older man, then at Eriol, who looked up and eventually stopped laughing. Actually, the very presence of this man seemed to drown the life out of Eriol. His smile faded, along with the rare flush in his face.
"Who's he?"
Tomoyo asked, feeling she had to somehow put a stop to this silence and visit Yuki, quick. Eriol frowned, and silenced her by not replying. The man looked at Eriol, then at Tomoyo. His eyes quickly jumped sparks of suspicion. Eriol opened his mouth.
"Do you know what room he's in?"
"Huh?"
Tomoyo asked back, wondering whether he had asked her.
"Room number."
"Er... 4... 4..."
Tomoyo's eyes wandered, escaping that hard look from Eriol. What, she was never good with numbers. He ought to know that by now.
"Wait there for a few minutes."
Eriol pointed to a dark corner. Tomoyo frowned.
"But-"
"Just-"
"Master!"
Tomoyo and Eriol were about to start a powerful glare-fight if the man didn't cut in. They both turned to look at him.
"You must return home tonight. Your father-"
"Jem!"
Eriol suddenly yelled, and Tomoyo frowned. Who the hell was Jem?
"Jem!"
Eriol repeated, shaking Tomoyo's shoulders.
"Wha-"
"Go find Mina's room. Okay? It was 480 something. I'm sure. Just go. Okay?"
Tomoyo, slightly grasping the idea of herself being called Jem, cocked her head to the side again.
"Mina-"
"Mina. Go on. I'll catch up soon."
Getting the feel of this guess-my-name game, Tomoyo smiled.
"Okay. Cya later, MATE!"
Tomoyo said, and slapped Eriol on his back before strutting past the man. Now that she noticed it, he looked somewhat like those Mafia guys. All dressed in black.
"Master..."
He started, just as Tomoyo turned the corner. She didn't think it would be wise to eavesdrop, and anyway she couldn't hear them from here. They were speaking in low voices, and the only thing she COULD do was go look for Yuki, a.k.a. Mina.
479... 480... 481... 482...
"Aha! Found you!"
Tomoyo cried as she opened the door to room 482. At this rate, it was easier to find Yuki than to work out that name game. She still didn't see why Eriol chose to play that game at that time, at that point.
She opened the door and walked in. She didn't have to look around, that's for certain. Yuki was lying on the first bed in the room, and he smiled weakly when he saw her.
"Yuki!!"
Tomoyo nearly cried, and she ran to his side.
"What have you done to yourself! You great big fat idiot!"
"Just a fractured bone and a little damage to my left shoulder."
Yuki smiled. Tomoyo cried.
"Tom, calm down. You don't need to cry."
"No one said I needed to or else the world would fall on me! This is pure tears from all the worry you've caused me! Now I'm going to get premature wrinkles all over my face!"
Yuki laughed. Tomoyo cried harder.
It seemed to be the second time she cried because of a guy. Actually, this time was much meaningful than that time she cried because of... urgh, she didn't even want to think about it. It just hurt too much.
"Hey, don't cry. Sometimes you're such a sissy boy, you know."
"What?"
Tomoyo looked up. Sharply.
"You sorta act like a girl. But it's okay. You're er.. manly, most of the time."
Yuki smiled rather tentatively, as if regretting every saying it.
"Oh."
"So!"
Yuki raised his voice, an attempt to change the topic.
"Are you here alone?"
That brought Tomoyo's mind back to proper problems. She remembered how she left Eriol out there in the corridor with that creepy guy. Calling him a master.
"Actually, I came here with-"
"I came with her, I mean, him."
A voice came from the doorway, undoubtedly Eriol, seeing as he got her current gender mixed up, AGAIN.
"Ayo, Eriol."
"Ayo, Yuki. How are you feeling?"
Eriol's pleasant smile returned. Tomoyo grimaced. She was NEVER going to get used to that smile of his. It was somehow TOO pleasant.
"Good. Thanks for coming you-"
Just then, breaking the smooth flow of things, the noisy rock music began. The three all reached for their cell phones.
"Hello?" The three chimed, and only one got the answer.
Tomoyo and Eriol slowly brought their phone down and back into their pockets as Yuki sent them a glance of amusement while talking on the phone.
"Um... uh huh, okay... but... um... yeah... but... um... but still... er... okay... okay..."
"Nice conversation."
Tomoyo grumbled, and lowered her eyes.
"Um... Tom...?"
"Yeah? What?"
She looked at Yuki, and he was looking rather sorry. Tomoyo felt a premonition coming and shivered a little.
"Well..."
"Yuki. What is it?"
"I'm very truly sorry, but Tom..."
Yuki looked down, fiddled with his fingernails and looked up at Tomoyo again. His eyes dulled.
"...Tom... you have to move out..."
"...what?!!"
Tomoyo gasped at this sudden announcement. Yuki hung his head.
"The dorms are automatically booked for someone else to use when I'm not there. I can't return to school for a week or so and since you're not fully booked in, they're going to give it to other two students for a while."
"Bu, but..."
"I... I can't return to the dorms until I get this cast off, and it's going to take till the end of this term. My mother's going to take me to her house till I get it off."
"Yuki..."
Great. She was being abandoned by her best friend! This could not be true.
"I have nowhere else to stay."
Tomoyo announced, and sat down on a seat. The three sat in silence.
"I could take you in."
A warm voice rang in her ears. She knew who it was. And NO WAY...
"That's a great idea! I wouldn't feel a hint of guilt if you did take him in! I'd know he'd be okay at your house! Could you really?"
"Sure."
'Um, hello?' Tomoyo thought, rather annoyed. 'Anybody actually thinking about me here? Because I know, and actually HE knows that I will never be okay at his house and that I would somehow make you feel buckets of guilt if he took me in?'
"Yuki-"
"Thanks Tom! I'll tell mum to pack your stuff as well while she packs mine."
"NO!"
"Huh?"
At Yuki's confused face, contrasting so much with Eriol's pleasant smile still stuck on his face, Tomoyo sighed.
"No... I'll pack it before she comes."
"Well, she's going right now..."
"WHAT?!!!"
"You can go if..."
Without another word, Tomoyo dashed out of the room.
What would Yuki's mum think if she found a box of tampons and rolls of binding and girl's panties in her son's room mate's bag? Not so much of pleasant things, Tomoyo bet.
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"Great..."
Here she was, hardly believing she was here.
Why, WHY!!!! Did it have to be him?
Tomoyo managed to carry her many suitcases here, so now all she had to do was press the doorbell. Why? Because she had to get in. Why? Because the night was near. Why? Because the sun went down, you idiot!
Tomoyo pinched herself, and clung to her head. Why was life so hard on her? What did she do to life that it made her feel so miserable?
Banging her head on the wall, she suddenly found herself face-to-face with Eriol. She stopped.
"What are you doing out here? How did you know I was here?"
Tomoyo asked accusingly. As if he wasn't supposed to do what he did. Eriol shrugged, his face not wearing that sickening pleasant smile, but nothing at all.
"I didn't. Except somebody kept banging their head on my doorbell."
"Oh."
Tomoyo grinned sheepishly, and was much taken aback by no response from Eriol. She suddenly wondered whether there was something that could be wrong with him.
"Um... so..."
Tomoyo looked down. It was impossible talking to a non-responding Eriol. He probably didn't listen properly.
"What?"
Tomoyo looked up, and saw that Eriol's smile was back again. He grinned. YUCK.
"Oh no! What am I doing, making you stand here! Let's get you inside and warmed up."
The very image of him massaging her back came to her. She shuddered, and shook it off. Her thoughts ran in a rather wild way these days.
"Um... maybe not..."
Tomoyo muttered, and Eriol, halfway to the suitcases, looked back at her.
"Huh?"
It was just so clear to her that he never meant it in the way she imagined it. That was when Tomoyo realized the weather was rather cool.
"Um... Let's go inside!!!"
She fake-grinned, and grabbed two suitcases as Eriol walked past her carrying four.
She sighed as he disappeared behind the doorway.
Did she have to live with this two sided figure for the rest of her days here?
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"You know what?"
Tomoyo said, standing up. Eriol looked up at her. They were having dinner, and she just thought she should make the lines clear as crystal.
"I have some proposals to make."
"Go ahead."
Not the type of response she's expect, but okay.
"First, I will not touch alchohol while I take residence in this place, second, I shall not accept skin contact a.k.a. perverting of any kind, and third, I-"
Tomoyo stopped when she heard a loud snort from Eriol. She looked down at him, her face straight. He looked up at her, trying to keep his face straight, but failing. He motioned her to go on.
"Third, I say that I sleep in your bed, seeing as there is, only one."
Eriol laughed. A nice, free kind of laugh.
"Um, is it time for objections yet?"
"Objections?"
"When someone makes a proposal, the others have a chance to object."
Tomoyo's brain rolled. She nodded.
"If you'd like to make any objections, please come forward right now."
Eriol stood up, and Tomoyo sat down. He looked straight down at her, and she looked straight up at him.
"Well, first of all, this is my house. You're the guest. Therefore, you do what I want you to do."
"No way!"
Tomoyo exclaimed. Eriol could not be doing this to her!
"Yes way. You're on the sofa."
Tomoyo was speechless. Was this really the nice, gentleman Eriol she always dissed so much? Had he always been this... cruel?
Just as Tomoyo opened her mouth to resist, the ever so comforting rock music rocked in their ears. Eriol reached for his phone. And to Tomoyo's absolutely NO surprise, he took the battery out and threw it into the sink. Tomoyo stared, dumbstruck.
"What? Why did you just do that?"
Eriol glanced at her, grinned a rather evil grin and suddenly lowered his head, so that their foreheads were barely touching. Tomoyo felt her cheeks beginning to burn, along with the tickling of his warm breath on her neck. Tomoyo tried to calm down her madly thumping heart, telling herself that tonight, she'd find the steak knife in one of the drawers and visit his room.
"Don't push your nose into too much, Miss Daidouji,"
Eriol whispered, an evil smirk making its way onto his lips. His voice was cold. Playful, but cold.
"You'll learn too much."
With that, he took off, waving a hand in the air and calling good-night, disappearing behind his door.
"I'll never learn too much, you ass-hole!"
Tomoyo yelled after his door closed, and was replied by silence. She sat down again, and sighed.
Since WHEN did she become so useless with her fists? Since Sonomi put her in this situation... Tomoyo answered herself.
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Tomoyo set her imaginary tent up in Eriol's living room. She lay down on the sofa, now moved to the middle of the room. Lying down and feeling her muscles relax, she held up the ruby necklace she had found behind the sofa.
The ruby glowed even in the darkness of her tent, and the blood-red colour had a mysterious tint to it. Star of David. That's what the whole thing resembled. The ruby was set in the middle of a gold six-pointed star, hung by a find gold chain.
Grinning, thinking what useless human failure Eriol was to leave it lying around, Tomoyo decided to keep it. Besides, he probably forgot about it, it was lying under a heap of dust and hairballs.
She separated the chain to see how long it was, and the back of the pendant caught her eye. She turned it over. There, engraved on the smooth surface, were the letters: E, L, I.
Tomoyo blinked. Then the blood drained from her face.
Eli? What in the name of hell was his name doing on this... this... thing?
Tomoyo took an instant dislike to this pendant, and she threw it in her bag. Still frowning with displeasure, she breathed deeply, and fell asleep.
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Weeks passed by. School days passed quietly, even with Yuki's return. Yuki was now living at his house with his mother and a helper specially employed to help him and him only around the house. That was when Tomoyo realized, she wasn't the only one with a wealthy, and yet dreadfully cruel mother.
Tomoyo also felt the evilness of Eriol seeping through her nowadays. His cell phone was ringing every two hours, and Tomoyo just didn't see the point of him keeping a mobile when he was always going to throw his batteries into the water. It wasn't that he never answered the phone calls. Once, only once, she had walked in on him in his room, talking in a quite.. SERIOUS manner, not to mention aggressive. It was a split second before, Eriol, noticing her gaping at the door, shut the flap and almost threw his whole room at her. After that, it had always been two lives in one house, under one room, separated by a wall of awkwardness and boredom.
The only person who managed to be themselves was Sumi, and it was long since she was picked out of Tomoyo's human species list.
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"Eriol!! I'm home!"
Tomoyo called, and opened the door. Silence greeted her.
"Eriol?"
Tomoyo tried again, and received absolutely no reply at all. She silenced. Nothing.
"Eriol oh you stinking monster with two faces are you home?"
Of course he wasn't. Tomoyo liked the new nicknames, and decided to diss him some more.
"Eriol you do know that your kind, gentle smile is rather sickening, don't you? Eriol? Want to hear anymore? You do? Sure!"
And so she went on, not realizing she was talking to herself, something she hated doing.
Eventually the sun fell, and Eriol had still not returned. Tomoyo got ready for bed, and was rather worried. Would Eriol come in the middle of the night and kick her out of his room and bed altogether?
That's right. She was lying in the middle of his bed, so content with the fact that Eriol was not at home to kick her out. Grinning from ear to ear, she slept soundly.
Tomoyo didn't know. Of course she couldn't. Where Eriol could be, she didn't care. But the next morning, she found, to her nothingness, that she did.
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Hope you enjoyed this chapter
Half was written before I stopped, half done during the last two days and nights... hehe...
PLEASE REVIEW!! And have a nice day or a night, or whatever the time is wherever you are.
Buckets of love,
Pink Panther.
