(A/N: These updates get slower and slower, don't they? Can't help it babes, D…I was writing for a poetry contest…busy w/ dance too…oh YAH, who heard about this place taking BROKEN GLASS OFF! Can you believe that? They SAID it was because I was misusing grammar…heh ya right! I had my frigging reading teach read it over, and she said nothing….pffffft im so mad..lol..oh well…life goes on! I'm also terribly sorry this is Sakura's POV but we needed it to be…kick back and relax now!))

Disclaimer: I don't own CCS, and I'm not saying anymore than that…oops too late, already did…

Chapter Thirteen - Eriol Comes Clean

-Sakura-

I was irritated, mad, frustrated, and really really tired. I hadn't gotten any sleep this whole last week of the fear because of more strange memories resurfacing. But that really wasn't what threw me off my chair this morning. Tomoyo's love interest was.

It was bad enough seeing her behavior from pained to angry to abnormally quiet. It was like now she was trying to keep her pain a secret away from me. She wouldn't reply when I talked, wouldn't eat at lunch, and the worst part is, she would sing…sing alone. She would sing that same song I that I was so accustomed to hearing, but with a new passion. It would have an edge of sadness and pain to it, that I hadn't heard before. And each time she would sing it, she sang as if she didn't anyone else to hear. Or as if she didn't think anyone else could really understand. What I mean by that is, as sneaky and stealthy as I happen to be, I well-sort of followed her out to the abandoned school gardens as she sat on the rusty swings and sang. She would think she was unaccompanied, and that's what frightened me. Why would she keep this from me? Why did she even feel that need? Wasn't I being a good enough friend to her?

Basically I felt helpless in the midst of her pain.

But it got really bad whenever Eriol would completely snob her off in the halls. He's already dirtying himself with other girls…girls hanging off his arms, and sucking up to him…throating other girls…and all within one week…He's just the reason for Tomoyo's pain, and I want to remove that. I know what pain is, pain of knowing that someone didn't love you, pain of feeling so alone, but Tomoyo had graciously taken that away from me. Could I help her, the way she did to me? But, I simply can't help her spill what's on her mind anymore. What she's thinking on those rusty old swings that creak in rhythm with her bittersweet melody, the faraway look on her face, the abrupt silence in her behavior.

I know I'm curious, I know I'm forward, but I don't know how not to be…I don't know how to make things right or better for her either.

And I definitely don't know why the hell Eriol broke it off. What went wrong? Wasn't that what Tomoyo was wondering?

But, I knew it wasn't Tomoyo. It was that damned Eriol. He thought he knew everything, he thought he was in charge, and he thinks he can judge people. Well his beliefs and he can go to hell. Like I give a damn about what his punishment is, as long as he gets some. The nerve that kid had to break it off with Tomoyo. The nerve he had to make her feel like shit. The nerve he had to…to…label me a murderer.

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Lunch again was horrible as it always was. Rika and Naoko shooting me looks, Tomoyo not touching her food, and me, well I was me.

But today I noticed Tomoyo looked worse off than usual. She looked unusually paler, skinnier, and the rims of her eyes looked red. She looked…she looked as if she'd been crying.

For once she turned to acknowledge my worried stares, but with a gaze of shiny eyes. Her usual sense of creativity that glowed through her style and fashion drooped as I observed her choice of an oversized sweat shirt and sweat pants. Her usually beautifully dark hair no longer framed her face childishly, but was in a messy bun on top of her head, strands covering her eyes, her eyes that were crimson on the rims. Those same glowing amethyst jewels that I was so used to seeing sparkling with humor and love, now with a hollowness yet pleading innocence. I don't know how I could read all this, but I did.

That's when I knew I couldn't take it anymore I couldn't just let her stay like this. She could get sick. It could leave scars. And I knew better than any other person what scars do to a person.

I had to do something. I just couldn't sit around here and mope for her while she mopes. How would that help her? It probably just would make it worse. Damn, why didn't I think of this before?

It seemed that no one up there favored me, because as soon as I unlocked my gaze from Tomoyo, I met my eyes with a tall, well built, guy with glasses, and navy blue eyes. This caused my untamed anger to pent up making me stand up impulsively.

"I'll be right back Tomoyo, I have to…um…pee…" I said lamely, not knowing why I even bothered. Rika snorted at my forwardness as Tomoyo made no indication of evening hearing of my excuse. She had left her eyes from me, and continued to stare lifelessly at the plate of food I had gotten her before. I frowned wanting to stay, but then he got up, I suspected to have a smoke, and left the highly populated table of giggling girls. It was my chance to do something, but I really wasn't sure what I wanted to do. But I couldn't blow the moment, now could I?

Not noticing I was following him, he casually opened the glass doors of the cafeteria that led outside to the courtyard and let the door slam promptly in my face.

I growled, not that he could hear me besides; he was too engrossed in his own thoughts.

The hustle and bustle of the students made it even more unapparent that I was trailing him as he continued to leave the courtyard. I was getting irritated. Just where was he going? And just what did I think I was doing?

I thought about dropping out, and just walking back to the cafeteria. But, all this would be for nothing. I would be a stupid coward, and then regret it a thousand times when I would re observe Tomoyo's poor condition.

Ignoring my lame thoughts, I continued to move with as much agility as I could through crowds of glossy hair and perfect skin. He still didn't notice me, I thought with a sick feeling rising in the pit of my stomach. I had no idea what I was doing, but why not think about that after he comes to a stop?

Currently he had exited the courtyard, into the Picasso Dorm Common Rooms, then into the dorm hallways, back out of the Picasso building, then continued down an unfamiliar pathway to a small building which seemed to be an art building. As we continued to go down, the crowds of people gradually got thinner and thinner. Until, it was only-

"What the fuck are you doing following me?" He repeated harshly, startling me out of my trance.

It took me some time to figure out that Eriol was talking to me, and was expecting an answer.

"Uh…I'm not following you!" Oh great, I thought, mentally groaning at my own choice of words and stupidity. I could just about slap myself about now.

"Then what are you doing," He drawled out his glasses glinting something in his eyes I couldn't tell, but not anger, " Going up to the Silva boys dorms too?"

I looked around me, and to my surprise he was halfway up the stairs to the boys dorms and I right behind him. The familiar surroundings shocked me, quite frankly. I really must have not been paying attention.

Fumbling, I answered, "I'm meeting someone…" I supposed I didn't look very convincing. But, really I was stuck.

He gave a dry stare. Then he continued in the same mocking tone as before, "oh really, and who would that be?" I didn't know what was up with this guy but it seemed like he had the weirdest mood swings. One minute he was swearing obscenities; the next moment he's giving me sarcastic, drawled out, remarks. That was mocking to my indivuality. I mean seriously, what does he think? No one would want to meet me or something like that? Okay, maybe. I realized I wasn't exactly most loved on school campus. Probably more like most hated. Ugh.

"My boyfriend," I replied instantaneously, hoping he wouldn't ask my non-existent beaux's identity.

He gave me an all too knowing queer smile, "And, just who, is that?"

I bit my lip trying to think, and before I could stop myself I blurted out, "Syaoran." Oh great. I just really blew my cover. Why would so popular Syaoran be going out with social outcast Sakura?

His eyebrows shot up, and he looked at me questioningly before sneering, "What do you really want, woman?"

I decided to spill and be direct. I really didn't have much time to waste right now. " It'd be better somewhere private. You wouldn't like talking about this out here in the open."

He shrugged, and continued upstairs. I took at that as a "follow me" and I did just that. We had reached his dorm room and suddenly I felt self-conscious when I saw on the front door that this room belonged to Syaoran too.

No wonder his lie detector went off.

We stepped in and I thought how weird it was for me to entering a guy's dorm room. Of one I liked and one I hated with a passion.

As soon as both of us were in the boyish room covered with posters of all sorts and unorganized junk, Eriol shut the door. He turned to look at me, his eyes serious.

"Speak."

I opened my mouth then shut it. "I'm not a dog to be ordered you know. You just can't command with one-syllable words. I don't appreciate it."

He groaned in frustration. "Look, I'm waiting for you to talk about whatever shit you said was important. I really fucking don't have time to waste talking with a bitch like you. "

"Hey, I resent that." I blurted.

"Whatever get it over with."

I sighed deeply and then started menacingly my pent anger returning to me, "I don't really know why I followed you-"

Eriol snorted. "If you didn't know why, then-"

"Shut up and let me finish." I ordered flashing my eyes at him at what I hoped was an intimidating glare.

"Anyways…" I drew the word out, and then continued, "Crap. I'm can't do this." I realized. I didn't know what to say really.

He stared.

I finally just exploded. "Who did you think you are when you decided to break up with my best friend? Just what did you get by that?"

He didn't answer. He just looked down at the sleeve of his loose white collared shirt and began to fiddle with it.

"Oh, I know, a bunch of cheap whores." I snarled.

"Why don't you just stick your nose out of business that doesn't even concern you?" he yelled at me coming closing the gap between us so that his nose touched mine, almost. I could see his navy blue eyes burning. I had clearly struck a nerve.

"It is my stinking business. You made it my business ever since you practically killed her! It's like she's the walking dead or something! Can't you see what you've done to her? Don't you understand? You can't just break it off with someone whom you claimed to love since childhood without a reason. She deserves one, even if its from you, you dastard."

"Who else would it come from?" He asked sarcastically, his smelly breath surrounding me.

"Ugh," I replied, "Get away from me…" He looked startled at our close proximity and then moved away.

"As if I'd want to be near you…" The hurt tone of his voice made me glance up abruptly. I suddenly saw the same hollow pleading innocence in his form and eyes that I saw in Tomoyo's. I locked gazes with him, and noticed for the first time, his vulnerability.

"Eriol…" I tried in a hesitant voice.

"Fuck. Don't call me by my name. I never said you could." He snapped cradling his head in his hands.

Suddenly he slumped to the floor next to the bed.

His voice was very small when he spoke, "I didn't want to tell her. I didn't want to hurt her."

You've already done plenty of that, I thought, but I didn't say anything.

"The thing is," He continued in that disturbingly lost voice, "I don't think I like her that way."

"I like guys."

My mouth was agape. I knew that couldn't be true!

"Then what about all those girls, you were kissing-"

"I didn't want anyone to know. Look, I'm not even sure why the fuck in seven hells I told you, but that's really it. I'm a faggot."

Suddenly the door swung open, startling both Eriol and I. In walked in, Syaoran. Perfect timing, I thought wryly.

Suddenly Eriol jumped up and pinned me against the wall.

The next thing I knew, his lips crashed onto mine. And a loud growl erupted in my ears.

Eriol was kissing me?

(A/N: Update finally! Heheh)