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Chapter. 6

Title: Answers?

Story

"Smile for me Tomoyo."

It was a simple statement. It wasn't an order. It wasn't a request. A statement that should have been mocking. She wanted to be angry. She wanted to run away. But she couldn't. She wasn't…and she didn't.

He sat in front of her. In a luxurious crimson armchair no one else dare to seat. Observing her. Studying her. She once didn't like the stare. She once felt disgust for herself when stared at like that. As though nothing but a mere experiment. But she didn't anymore. She didn't felt anything anymore.

"You think too much Tomoyo…"

She didn't response. She didn't glance. One would find it an awkward and uncomfortable silence. But the two figures were used to it. Too used…to even acknowledge its presence.

Fingertips leaning on the other as elbows propped on the arms on the seat, legs crossed, his piercing cold eyes bore into her. Staring for any sign of emotion. Searching for any sign of spark of life.

He wasn't surprised.

Fire flickered in the lenses of his glasses. Licking at the image of the girl in front of him. Sitting quietly on a low stool before the fireplace. Her head slightly bowed, eyes downcast and hands firmly but delicately clasped.

Slowly and gradually, a dull smoke of blue, glowing faintly, started seeping out from his body towards the girl, tilting her face up. In an instant, quicker then light, he was in front of her. A finger curved under her chin. She didn't blink. Her eyes still dull and lifeless. She stared back at him.

"You would soon smile Tomoyo…" he whispered gently as the background shifted behind them, changing into the room Tomoyo first found herself in.

"You would be happier here…"

"...Happier…" she echoed, her voice piercing the soundless voide like a bell, silver liquid starting to pool under her eyes. He smiled.

"I promise…" Letting go of her, he watched her fall back into the bed. Pulling the covers over her, his smile long gone, he continued to gaze at her.

"I will never understand you master…" a deep voice whispered as a dark feline with wings propped on his shoulder.

"She is in more danger with her…" he answered, staring at the girl in front of him still, sleeping for the first time a little peacefully.

"How?"

Silence followed his words as the air chilled. The feline immediately regretted what he said, but he wanted to know. Wanted to hear from his master's lips. He knew Eriol would tell in his own time. But he could not contain his curiosity any longer. Why had his master brought a mere mortal girl to their inhabitants? Was she-

"I didn't Spaniel." He answered, answering a question never spoken. A dark figure identical to him formed on the other side of the bed, grinning at him, mocking him as the same pale blue smoke dripped from his body. He looked at his other self darkly, wiping away his twin's smirk.

Spaniel stared at his master's look alike in horror and shock. Suddenly the image faltered and disappeared from its place as the smoke embraced it once again.

"But-"

He was cut off as both he and Eriol disappeared into thin air. Leaving the girl to slumber, oblivious.

Nakuru sprang up from her seat at the kitchen table when Eriol and Spaniel materialized out of nowhere. "Eriol-sama-"

"I'd like a cup of tea Nakuru." Eriol interrupted his guardian softly, placing Spaniel from his shoulder on the table.

"But-"

"Now."

"…Yes Eriol-sama…" Nakuru mumbled glumly, setting off to fill the kettle with water.

"You seem disturbed Eriol-sama…"

Eriol smiled, "What makes you think that Spaniel?"

Spaniel didn't respond. He didn't needed to. Eriol was always quiet. But he never interrupted Nakuru's constant chatter or questions.

There was a moment of silence as the tap water hit the bottom of the bronze metal. No one dared to speak. No one dared to move. Nakuru kept her eyes locked at the kettle. Feeling a bubble of frustration swell up in her chest. She hated all this. Hated to see the poor girl cry like that. She knew something was up. Her master knew something she didn't. She didn't like the feeling. Eriol never kept anything from them. Even when Kaho-

Nakuru jumped slightly when the water started to spill down the kettle, breaking her thoughts. Closing the tap quickly, she put it on the stove and lighted the gas. Walking back to the table and sitting down, the three waited in utter silence as the water boiled. It was as though they were all mourning.

"Eriol-"

"Please bring mine and Daidoujii-chan's tea to Daidoujii-chan's room Nakuru." Eriol said getting up. Feeling she had finally lost it, Nakuru slammed her hands hard against the smooth board. Spaniel shot her a warning look. Eriol stopped in his tracks.

"Eriol-sama…whats…wrong…with…Daidoujii-chan?" Nakuru stammered, trying to control her anger. Her voice shaking and trembling as she tried to keep herself from lunging at the young man before her.

Eriol started walking towards the stairs again, as though Nakuru hadn't said anything.

"ERIOL-SAMA-" Suddenly Nakuru stopped, staring at the stairs in horror. Eriol's eyes widened as a few beads of sweat appeared on his temple. Spaniel stared at Tomoyo, claded in a white gown, her hair strewn on her shoulder like a curtain of black silk looking somewhat like a ghost. Her eyes dead and hollow as ever, as her skin the colour of spider webs stood out in the dark.

"Sa-kura…" she whispered tears welling up in her eyes as she closed them tiredly, falling.

Eriol quickly rushed forward and caught her before she hit the ground. Nakuru and Spaniel stood speechless.

"Bring me a bucket of warm water Nakuru." Eriol whispered, staring at Tomoyo grimly.

"Y-yes…" Nakuru stammered, snapping out of her shock and forgetting about her anger. She quickly rushed back to the stove, just in time to hear the kettle whistle.

"Spaniel…"

Spaniel looked at his master warily.

"Bring me the erase…"

"Syaoran-"

"Should I come over there Sakura?"

"I-I don't know…its been two months…"

"Something will turn up…"

"But-"

"I'm taking the next flight to England"

"Syaoran I" Sakura stopped once again, she felt like crying, she wanted to cry. Why had she backed away from Tomoyo like that? She was scared. If anything happened to Tomoyo it would be all her fault.

"I'll call you in half an hour…don't worry Sakura I'll be there…"

Should she really let Syaoran come? She wondered if the elders would approve,

"But the elders-"

"Don't worry about them, my work here is almost done, and the lan can take care of themselves for a month or two"

A MONTH?

"Not that I'm saying it would take that long to find Tomoyo ofcourse" Syaoran quickly added as though reading her mind.

There was a moment of silence as Sakura tried to calm herself.

"I'll be thereby tonight the most…"

"Syaoran?"

"Yeah?"

"Bring Meilin…"