A/N: Thanks to all readers and reviewers!
Reviewer Response:
Sweet-sunflower: I know that's why I wasn't sure I wanted to desert them just yet.
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tenmon: I'm glad you find my idea interesting and I'll be careful to make this relationship as real as possible.
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s+s 4ever XD: Well he might have been at the wedding or he might not. There's no particular reason to include him though. I know it's a popular fan pairing but I just have assumed he's still with Kaho for this story.
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Chapter Two:
Tomoyo dashed back to her wedding party. What had she been thinking? Maybe Touya had been right, maybe it was just the magical quality to the evening. She tried to look normal as she returned to the main patio. Yet she couldn't help but feel that somehow everyone could see her mind like a thought bubble screaming, "I just kissed another guy at my own wedding reception."
Taro dashed up to her, "Tomoyo, are you okay? Where have you been? I was looking for you." She mumbled something about a walk and let him swing his arm around her. She leant into him. She felt warm and secure like a comfy chair. However it lacked the lightening style buzz that had erupted whenever she'd danced with Touya. Still different people make you feel different things. Perfectly normal.
They strode to the centre of the platform. Taro passed Tomoyo a glass of champagne and lifted one himself. "My wife and I would like to thank you all for attending our special day. This day will always be precious in our memories but I hope you also have managed to enjoy yourselves. I look forward to seeing you all again after the honeymoon."
Tomoyo flinched. The honeymoon. Two weeks spent alone together. He'd certainly find out. They were staying in this really rural hotel up north. No-one for miles except the hotel staff and other guests, it had been chosen for the chance of intimate talks. How am I going to hide it from him?
As Tomoyo started to pay attention she realised, the guests were leaving. Sakura walked past, gave her a pat on the arm and whispered, "I'm sure you'll be fine."
"Now, they've finally left us in peace," Taro smiled, "I have a surprise for you!"
"What?" asked Tomoyo suddenly excited.
He gave a little whistle and a member of the staff at the hotel led out two white horses attached to an open carriage. They were beautiful and serene looking, not really fitting in with the discarded food and drinks.
Taro stepped up to the carriage and offered his hand to Tomoyo. She grasped it and pulled herself up onto the carriage. They started to move and Tomoyo had to admit this was pretty romantic. Riding in a horse driven carriage under the stars. Except she couldn't help wishing it was Touya. Taro's hand closed on hers. "Tomoyo-chan, I always want you to realise how much I care for you and so I found this field," he said, gesturing to the rose filled field they were entering, "You remember don't you?"
At first Tomoyo thought he was mad but then she remembered. She'd been at the art gallery and staring at this painting of a white rose garden and two riders on white horses. Taro had come to see it with her once they started dating and had agreed with her statement that it looked like some romantic fairytale.
He had remembered and she couldn't help but be touched. Taro smiled at her and she couldn't help but smile back. He was a good guy. Even if she didn't connect with him as well as she might. He would look after her. Touya was just a crush like a teenager might have. She'd forget about Touya soon enough and then there'd be no problems with Touy- Taro. There'd be no problems with Taro.
Touya scowled to himself as he lay in bed. He shouldn't have let that happen and yet…He saw Tomoyo's smiling face. Her hair flying around her. Her eyes somehow so mature and somehow still full of life. He was so confused. Oh well he'd have to get a good night's sleep for work tomorrow so he better try not to think of her. Funny how it was so easy to say and yet so hard to do he thought.
"Touya-san?"
"Tomoyo, I've been thinking of you. I had to come get you."
"Touya-san?"
"I love you." He moved in and Tomoyo extended her face to him, ready for his kiss when suddenly Touya's face flickered away and was replaced by Taro's. Tomoyo flinched away from him as he came close. His eyes filled with hurt, "Why, Tomoyo-chan? We're married. We're together. I love you and you promised to love me. Why? Why? Why?"
Tomoyo's eyes sprang open. It was all just a dream. She gazed at her husband. He slept like a baby, his chest rising and falling slightly with each breath. His blond hair had fallen into his eyes but it just looked messy, not like Touya's. Oh God, she thought, I'm a terrible person. I promised to love Taro all his life and yet here I am dreaming of another. I promised his happiness would come first and look at me. She tried to console herself. It'll be fine. Taro's happiness is my happiness too. I'll probably never even see Touya again and by the time I do I'll be over this juvenile crush.
By the time Taro got up he had no idea of Tomoyo's doubts. They'd arrived at the hotel late last night and hadn't had a good look around yet so they got dressed quickly and headed down to breakfast. However when they entered the restaurant it was in a state of chaos. They sat down anyway and a quarter of an our later a harassed man with black curly hair and a big black moustache not to mention a beetroot red face rushed over to their table.
"Hello, I am Pierre. What would you like to order?" Taro recited the list he and Tomoyo had decided on when they'd first sat down.
"Good, good. Me, I shall get it as quickly as I can."
"How long do you think that would be?" queried Tomoyo who's stomach was starting to make odd noises.
"I can not say, I'm afraid. Their was meant to be a new handyman arriving this morning who was going to wait the tables. Me, I have to cook and take the orders. I am not two men!"
A young man strode into the restaurant, looking bewildered. "I'm sorry I'm late. My train was held up." Tomoyo heard the voice and was suddenly glad she hadn't had any breakfast. She might have lost it. She turned slowly in her chair filled with as much dread as a condemned man and there he was standing right in front of her, "Touya-san."
A/N: Thanks for reading and please take the time to review, I really want to improve. See you next chapter!
