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Title: Eternally Alternate Destinies
Author: A.O.D.x5452
Rating: PG-13
Type: Action/Adventure
Summary: She went missing and now she's back and changed. Now she's an assassin. Her number is 2525 a.k.a. Tomoyo Daidouji.
Eternally Alternate Destinies
Prologue
Tomoyo Daidouji was in her room looking out the window. She was thinking about life. Tomoyo thought it wasn't as good as some people described it. She loved her friends and family, but there was something missing...
That something was love. Sure her friends offered it...in a friendship way of course...but she wanted more. She wanted the love that her mother never really gave her since she was born. The love that she yearned for because she was lonely on restless nights.
This love that was supposed to be hers was never there. Her mother was always busy because of the company she had to run and her damned father was never around because he had left when she was little.
Tomoyo turned away from the window and looked around her room. She wanted to do something to get rid of her boredom. She had already done all of her homework and she didn't feel like watching tapes of Sakura at the moment.
Tomoyo had grown a bit distant from Sakura that year. That was because Sakura was usually busy hanging out with Li Syaoran.
Tomoyo didn't hate Li...she didn't hate him at all...but he had taken Sakura away from her. She had been there first and he just came and took her away. She had always been there to comfort her...Sakura's person to turn to...but he took that away from her. The only thing that Tomoyo considered love was taken from her.
As Tomoyo thought these thoughts her hands slowly formed fists that were clenched so tightly that droplets of blood fell from her delicate hands. She looked down at her hands and stared at them. She slowly unclenched them and watched as blood slowly crept out of her little cuts. Tomoyo didn't feel any pain...in fact it felt...slightly satisfactory.
Her lips curved upwards and she had a smirk on her face. Tomoyo got up and washed her cuts slowly and carefully. Then she took bandages and dressed her wounds.
Tomoyo got up and decided to go to the park for a change of scenery. When she arrived, Tomoyo spotted Li Syaoran and Sakura. They were sitting under a cherry blossom tree and in each other's arms...looking very happy...everything that Tomoyo wanted, they had.
Tomoyo felt the anger in her rise above their limits and she left the park and went home. She changed from her dress into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She threw on a jacket and stuffed some more jeans and other clothes into a duffel bag. She pulled on some boots and emptied her piggy bank and took her wallet. She locked her room incase anyone should enter and try to stop her plan.
She went out her window and climbed down the cherry blossom tree outside of her room and near her window. (This was in order to avoid the household maids and servants.) She found this kind of tricky because she had a heavy duffel bag and she wasn't used to climbing down trees. Not to mention she had little cuts on her palms. She threw her bag down and wrapped her arms around the main trunk and climbed down branch by branch while clinging tightly to the trunk. Missing the last branch Tomoyo landed on her behind on the grass.
She got up awkwardly and you would if you had just climbed down a tree the way Tomoyo had. She brushed the leaves out of her hair and picked up her duffel bag. She swung it over a shoulder and tried to sneakily walk toward her house fence. (Of course she failed to be sneaky and was really awkward instead.)
She looked at her fence and scolded herself for asking for such high fences. She knew she could turn back, but she was determined to run away and runaway the hard way. As if to console herself she told herself that if she had used the front gate she would have been discovered anyway. So Tomoyo threw her bag over the fence and just her luck, it got stuck on the pointy black steel spear points.
Not only were Tomoyo's hands burning from having her fingernail cuts opened again by the climbing, they were burning from the thought of having to climb the fence. She swore and tried to think of how she would climb her brick-bottom-pointy-steel-spear-top fence. She saw that some of the bricks stuck out to make a pretty triangle pattern behind one of the bushes. She began climbing and she got some nice cuts on her fingers to accompany the nice cuts on her palms. After getting past the brick bottom, which was the easy part, she grasped the black steel bars and began pulling herself up while her legs hung free. It was a good thing she was light, otherwise she would have been screaming in pain.
When she got to the top she was hanging on by the spear points literally. Tomoyo began to swing herself sideways so she could get her foot in between two of the spear points. After about 6 tiring tries she got a foot stuck, meaning really stuck.
"Just great," muttered Tomoyo. She looked around to make sure that no one was looking. Thankfully there was nobody. Imagine if the press were there, they would have a field day. Tomoyo held on tightly with her hands and her stuck foot. Then she used her left hand to knock her duffel bag onto the cement sidewalk.
Tomoyo pulled at her stuck foot and it came loose, which was good and bad. She lost her balance after her foot came free and she found herself hanging by a spear point with her right hand holding on. She carefully positioned her feet to land on the brick and she moved her left hand down to grasp one of the steel bars of the speared fence and slid herself onto the brick. Then she climbed down thinking she would be all right from there, unfortunately her left foot missed a step and she landed on her bottom again.
It was a good thing her duffel bag was there to break her fall. Tomoyo got up and she felt sore all over. She glanced at her watch as she picked up her flattened bag and swung it over her shoulders. It had taken her 45 minutes to get over that fence. It was such luck and a miracle that no one had seen her.
According to Tomoyo's watch her maid would have called to her about 10 minutes ago for supper. Thinking fast she pulled her jacket hood over her head and began walking downtown. As she crossed the street she heard sirens, which she assumed were for her.
Tomoyo had never run away before and she didn't know that she wasn't a crook in this case. Cops wouldn't use a siren to chase after a 'missing' person, only a criminal. If she wanted to properly run away, she was supposed to be cool about it so the cops wouldn't think she was suspicious. (Many runaways would say "You'd think they teach the kids something in school these days.")
Tomoyo swore again and she waited until the cops had passed and then she tore down the streets, got almost hit by a car, and almost crashed into an old lady. She ran about 10 long streets before slowing to a walk and looking at her surroundings. (Take into the consideration that Tomoyo has an at-home gym.)
She looked around the place and it was really congested, beggars were all over and the streets were dirty, not at all like the clean white ones at home. She walked past a mirror shop and she saw her reflection, she looked like a beggar, her clothes were covered in specks of dirt and her face was darkened from the dirt and sweat from the garden that she had to get through to get over her fence.
Nobody would have thought she was rich, they would have thought she was a dirty kid that stole stuff. Up ahead, Tomoyo saw a sign for a soup kitchen.
'Hmm, it's time for a stop, I'm really hungry and it's not safe to spend money incase someone recognizes me in this part of town. Damn it, my hands hurt so much. Stupid, stupid self,' thought Tomoyo.
Tomoyo stepped into the soup kitchen and immediately was hit by the stench of dead fish left out in the sun. She grabbed a tray and tried not to feel bad as a lot of the old men were giving her looks and checking her out. She got her share of food and sat down to eat. She ate quickly not noticing she was trying to eat soup with a fork because she saw that some guys were going to come over to sit with her and who knew what would happen.
Tomoyo got her act together and ate properly and fast. She upped, disposed of her trash and gave the tray back to the soup kitchen workers. She walked briskly out and once outside, it was the first time she noticed how dark it was. She was at a street corner under a street light, where flies and other insects were slamming themselves into the light bulb only earning an early death for their stupidity. It was cold and silent on the street, except for the noises coming out of the soup kitchen.
Tomoyo clutched her jacket and bag close to her. She heard footsteps behind her, obviously she freaked and began running.
It was like a dream, as she was running she looked back and saw six or seven guys, all male from the looks of them. They were all in black, including shades and masks. She saw a black van and she automatically knew this wasn't good. She had run straight into a dead end in an alleyway and their trap.
Tomoyo wished that this was a dream and if it wasn't, she wished someone would save her like the movies. No, it wasn't a dream or a movie though...it was real. The men got to her and knocked her out with some gas.
The men dragged her into the black van. The van and the men were clear of witnesses for a half-mile radius and nobody would have cared about what had happened even if Tomoyo had screamed.
To be continued...