Disclaimer: I don't own ccs. Camp does. I just own this story
Chapter.7
Title: Lies
Story
"Tomoyo?"
Dark crescent lashes rose like curtains in a theatre, revealing a pair of sparkling lavender orbs. Moving about in barely visible small jerks, they came to rest of at the corner of her eyes to the left, reflecting a face with rectangular spectacles.
A smile slowly curved itself across his face, as a similar one rose on her own.
"Why wasn't I informed of this before? WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME! AND IT HAS BEEN A MONTH!"
Syaoran winced as Meilin paced about in front of him and Sakura, fire visibly aglow highlighting her fury in her eyes.
"I mean AM I A PART OF THIS FAMILY OR NOT!"
"Meilin-Chan-"
"Oh shut it Cherry blossom."
"Meilin!"
"Fine I'm sorry, Sakura. I'm sorry for calling you cherry blossom. There happy now Syaoran?" Meilin sighed slumping down on an armchair, still fighting the urge to rip the house apart. She couldn't believe Sakura and Syaoran had hid it from her. FROM HER! Wasn't she as important as the rest? Tomoyo was her family now too! Not to mention her best friend! Best friend from the time she had let Meilin cry on her lap over Syaoran. No one had been there then. Not Sakura not Syaoran, no one! Only Tomoyo. And now-
Meilin stopped herself from thinking more. She was disgusted. Utterly disgusted with herself, Syaoran and his cheery blossom. But she knew yelling at them wont help.
Meilin rubbed her temples as tears threatened to block her vision. A month…it had been a month and she was being told now.
Standing up abruptly, unable to hold off her frustrated tears any longer, she strode out of the room in silent rage, leaving Sakura and Syaoran watching helplessly.
Nakuru stared at the girl in front of her, humming away as she stirred the pot of stew.
"Well at least she isn't sad anymore…" she thought glumly an arm propped on the table, supporting her chin.
"What was that Nakuru-Chan?" she asked, turning around and smiling at Nakuru brightly.
"Nothing mistress."
"Oh Nakuru, I wish I could remember everything again." Tomoyo sighed, sitting down before her, starting to chop onions.
Nakuru pressed her lips together in a tight line, knowing what was coming next.
"Tell me again how I met Eriol? You know, the first time."
Nakuru resisted a scowl from lining her forehead and sighed.
"I'm sorry I'm asking you again Nakuru-san." Tomoyo smiled sheepishly, "Its just, I remember so little and-" she paused a little as she stared out the window.
Nakuru followed suit.
"Everything seems so…so unreal…"
Nakuru looked back at Tomoyo, trying to search her eyes.
They sat in silence, hearing the birds and the wind, as well as a few cars passing by.
Nakuru continued to stare at Tomoyo. This was the perfect opportunity for her to tell the young heiress the truth. She wouldn't have to lie to her anymore. God knows how many times she wanted to murder herself when she believed her. No. She wanted to murder her master.
She didn't know what came over Eriol. And she was too afraid to find out…
But coming back to her main problem at the moment, should she tell her?
Nakuru peered in Tomoyo's eyes. Trying to find a hint of fear, a hint of confusion. There wasn't any. She didn't know what Eriol did. Why wasn't Tomoyo curious about her past? She accepted herself being an orphan and Eriol finding her working in a baker's.
She supposed the whole story was quite convincing but why did she trust them so much?
She pressed her lips close together, and decided to risk it.
"…What are you afraid of mistress…?"
Tomoyo looked back at Nakuru, her eyes slightly wide at her question.
She blinked once. Then twice, before a slightly determined shadow crossed her lilac orbs.
"I'm afraid…of lies?" She whispered, her voice sounding unconvinced, before breaking into a relaxed smile, "And I'm afraid of losing all of this. And all the memories, forever."
She looked at Nakuru, her eyes wide in apprehension. "What if I never remember anything Nakuru?"
Nakuru closed her eyes, feeling a headache set in. Placing her thumb and index finger on the bridge of her nose, she started massaging lightly.
"I feel so light and wonderful here…like I've been freed of something." Tomoyo stopped short spotting Nakuru.
"Nakuru-Chan?"
Nakuru opened her eyes and forced a smile at Tomoyo, "Its nothing Tomoyo-san-"
"Are you sure? The tea is almost ready"
"I'm sure"
"But-"
"Really, I'm fine"
"I'll get you some tea."
"But-"
"With extra sugar!" Tomoyo exclaimed smiling at Nakuru brightly before pouring out some tea.
Nakuru just stared at the girl in front of her. She is SO going to kill her master.
"You want cream?" Tomoyo asked, turning back to Nakuru.
"Oh hum…sure mistress!" Nakuru answered trying to sound hyper and searching for a place to escape. If she didn't get out of there now she was going to explode.
Tomoyo took out some cream from the refrigerator and poured it in the cup in gentle swirls, "Where's Spinel-san?"
"Must be reading books somewhere." Nakuru muttered, suddenly she brightened up and jumped out of her seat, "which reminds me, it's his bath time!"
"But Nakuru-Chan what about-"
Tomoyo stopped for what seemed like the third time that day and sighed. She was gone.
Suddenly a pair of arms encircled around her waist making Tomoyo start and turn around.
Instantly something soft and warm captured her lips in a kiss, making her mind swirl. She wrapped her arms around his neck automatically and pulled him closer.
She felt him smiling as he gently pulled away, much to her disappointment, "This can wait after the wedding can't it?" he whispered smirking.
Tomoyo feeling herself blush, pouted, "Who said I'm going to marry you?"
Eriol pulled Tomoyo close again, resting his forehead against her's, "Because…like it or, you're mine."