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Touya looked at Tomoyo and visibly flinched. He must feel so awkward. I mean last time we spoke to him I confessed my love for him. Tomoyo remembered his impassive face. He was just dancing and the kiss was just due to amazing atmosphere. He probably wanted to avoid the embarrassing situation as much as her. She glanced at Taro who was deeply interested in his paper and gave a little smile of relief that he hadn't notice her call to the man she'd prefer to keep anonymous.

"Ah, Touya, right? It's good you are finally here. Here is your apron. You can start immediately, no?" Pierre called to his new waiter. Touya pulled his head towards him, "Yes sir."

Tomoyo realised Touya would be the one to serve them. "Taro-kun, this will take ages. How about we go get breakfast in town?"
"Are you mad? It will take longer to drive into town than to wait here."
"Well, I'm not that hungry." said Tomoyo wincing as her stomach gave a huge rumble.
"What is wrong with you?"
"Oh nothing." replied Tomoyo airily thinking that her repeated efforts to leave might be more obvious than a couple of minutes of Touya serving them. Taro after giving her an odd glance returned to his paper.

Touya stood in the kitchen staring at the wall. Why was she here of all places in the world? She'd called to him in her melodic voice and his instinct had been to run over to her. He shook his head. It must be because she was married. It's like when you see those big red buttons saying don't press ,he thought, you never want to press them more.
"Hey, Touya could you take these to table five?" The young waiter gave a nod, "but which table is five?"
"Oh, of course. There's a beautiful woman with lovely black hair and some rich guy sitting there." he turned to prepare some pancakes for table three, "Didn't she call to you when you came in?" He heard the swing door waft into a closing position. "Ah, for the exuberance of youth."

The dark haired man clutched his tray tightly as he strode over to where Tomoyo sat…with her husband. Her husband. He repeated it to himself like a mantra. He finally reached there and quickly thrust the various dishes onto the table.

"Oi." yelled Taro as hot porridge was splashed into his lap, "What do you think you're doing. This was a new suit. I'll have you sacked." Tomoyo shocked at her spouse's change in temperament, placed her hand upon his, "Oh forgive him Taro-kun. We don't want any unpleasant incidents to blight our honeymoon, do we?"

Touya was almost sick at the sweet as syrup voice coming from Tomoyo's gentle mouth. She shouldn't look at that idiot like that.
"Could we have a towel or something, please?"
Touya turned to the raven haired woman, "huh?"
"A towel to try off my husband, please?" She turned to him, giving the gentle smile he'd admired last night, (was it only then?) and he felt the resentment wash off him like water off a duck's back. He rushed for a towel banging into another table in his hurry.

As he searched the busy kitchen for something to wipe up the mess with he couldn't help but feel stupid. Was he really this infatuated so that he'd make a fool of himself to win another smile. It was like being a teenager aiming for Kaho's affections all over again.

Tomoyo watched as Touya brought over the towel and carefully cleaned up the porridge. He did it carefully so Tomoyo was shocked to see the look of distain on her husband's face. It made his well crafted face into an ugly eyesore. She let the moment pass without comment knowing she had to make this work.

Breakfast over Tomoyo asked if Taro would like to take a walk to explore the beautiful countryside they were surrounded by. "Tomoyo,chan," he said winding a stray strand of hair around his finger, "I wish I could but unlike you, I've more important things to do." Tomoyo stared at him, confusion plain upon her face, "But we're on honeymoon. Aren't we meant to spend time together?"
"In fairytales maybe but I can't abandon my work you know."
"Okay," smiled Tomoyo. She was finding it hard to prove she could be a wonderful wife and her crush on Touya was meaningless with Taro barely talking to her. Well that wasn't true. They'd talked. Tomoyo thought back since their reception had cleared up. They'd shared that moonlit ride but she'd been too wrapped in thought to say much and Taro wouldn't have wanted to spoil the romantic air to the evening with mere words.

Then they'd got their car to drive them here but Taro had been doing something on the laptop and Tomoyo hadn't wanted to bother him. Obviously he couldn't discard important work just for their wedding night and the couple had needed to sleep on arriving at the hotel. At breakfast he'd read the paper but he had to keep up with current affairs.

By this time Tomoyo had wandered out and was following a river. She came to a quaint little bench and took a seat. Staring into the waters she tried to remember what had attracted her to Taro because they'd never had in-depth conversations.

Flashback

"You should accept his offer, Tomoyo-chan, he seems to really care for you."

"I know, Rika," Tomoyo berated her friend, "but I don't think we'd have much in common."

Taro walked in radiating elegance. Rika with a quick nod of encouragement had exited quietly. Tomoyo wished she would stay then maybe taro wouldn't say what he was about to.

"Tomoyo-chan? I was hopi-"

"No, Taro-san, I'm sorry."
"hear me out. I know you don't want to go out with me but I bought you something." He held out tickets to the Philharmonic Orchestra.
"Taro-san, I couldn't possibly accept these."
"It's alright. My dad runs a music business and he got them free. I've seen them perform, before so you may as well go. Maybe you could bring Rika-san?"

"Okay, I'll take them but thank you Taro-kun. No matter what you say, it's very generous."

She'd walked into the concert hall of her music college. There was normally no-one rehearsing there at this time of year so she often went for a little privacy. This time however, someone was on the stage.

A lone figure, blond hair glistening under the bright stage lights. He was playing the violin with swift elegant strokes so the instrument didn't seem like an inanimate object but a living part of Taro-san. She'd never seen any man so handsome and he'd looked up at her, his blue eyes were like beautiful windows into a wonderful soul. He noticed her yet as he lowered his arm, "Don't stop," she pleaded, "It's so beautiful." He'd smiled and played on for ages.

End flashback

Tomoyo smiled. That was how she'd ended up going out with him. On every single date he'd been sweet and attentive but as he became more involved in his father's business those meetings had grown sparser. Just before he proposed he's started snapping at her when they eventually had gone out. When she'd asked him in a hurt voice why he'd blamed it on stress. Do I only love him when he plays, she wondered, Do I even love him then? Is it just an urge to hear his beautiful music?

She shook her head. There was obviously many reasons she loved him. She wandered back to Taro at around three o' clock but finding him still busy decided to go and read in the sunshine. As she sat she heard a quiet tune played by a piano. The song sounded familiar and so she crept nearer the source of the music. She saw an open window and peeked in.

There sat Touya playing away his head bent over the keys. Tomoyo nodded in time to the song and suddenly placed it as one she'd sung as a child, Just in time to join in the chorus,

In the gentle night,
I sing this song alone
Let me sing with you tomorrow
Riding the wings of dreams.

Touya looked up startled by her voice. Though he did not look away from the gentle lips, letting each note flow as natural as breathing, he continued to play until the final note. He then stood up, "was there anything you wanted?"
"Just to find out what song you were playing, that's all. You play brilliantly."
"Thank-you but it's just a hobby." He made as if to leave but she reached into the room, grasping his arm. "Touya-san, I know I said some stupid things the other day and I want to apologise. I don't want you to feel awkward every time we meet. I didn't mean any of it, really. I am happy with Taro."

Touya nodded. It was what he had to known to be the truth yet somehow it hurt him to hear it.
"I hope we can be friends anyway," Tomoyo asked, her quizzical tone breaking his reverie.
"Of course," he smiled, "I'd be glad to."

And with that Tomoyo left him, unable to help regretting her lie. I'll make it true. I'm going to make Taro spend time with me and that will put an end to these ridiculous feelings. At least Touya probably felt better.

Taro looked up from his laptop as she entered, giving her a brief greeting before resuming his typing. "Taro?"
"What is it?"
"Would you mind playing for me?"
"Playing?"
"Your violin."
"Oh," he gave an absent minded shrug, "I didn't bring it. Now," he strode other to her, "I'm sorry to say, five star hotels don't come cheap. I have to keep my company running"
"But Taro?"
"Why don't you go for a horse ride or something? I'll see you at dinner." and he actually steered her out of the room. Tomoyo felt spots of indignation rise to her cheeks. She let it slide however and merely bid her husband goodbye and went to harness a horse.

They were beautiful creatures and she quickly selected a white mare, a beautiful creature remising of the horses who had pulled her carriage in the field. The stable mastercommended her choice telling her all about the horse and it's pedigree. Seeing one of the other guests, he beckoned to someone beyond Tomoyo's line of vision, "Come, help this young woman saddle up, will you?"

Touya strode into view, "Why are you everywhere?" she asked only half-joking.
"My job is basically skivy to everyone else who works here." He gave a grimace then his face lit up, "I knew if you went riding you'd pick White Lightening."
"Is that her name?"
"Yes, she's a real beauty isn't she?"

She looked so beautiful and dignified sitting gracefully upon her horse, her long hair flying down her back, her face near as pale as the horse she rode. She mumbled something that Touya couldn't make out.
"What?"
"Would you like to come with me?" she repeated, hoping her shyness wasn't too obvious.
"Of course. Wait one second, I just need to ask for a break." He dashed back into the stables and soon returned leading a black horse and they set off.

What was I thinking? The aim was to avoid Touya not go riding with him. The problem was she couldn't stop glancing at him, his hazelnut hair hanging in his lovely eyes. He turned to her and she blushed and looked away but he merely suggested, they sit a while on this hill to give the horses a breather.

They chatted for a while about everything under the sun. Tomoyo smile, they liked the same books and both harboured the secret habit of still watching Saturday morning cartoons when no-one was about. Tomoyo gave an involuntary shiver as the wind whipped her bare shoulders. Touya pitying her took of his jacket and placed it over his shoulders. "Better?" he asked his breath tickling her ear. She nodded not trusting herself to speak.

He leant nearer still about to kiss her but she jumped up nad he realised guiltily that he shouldn't have done it. She'd made it clear she could never feel like that for him and he had no right to make idiot attempts to win her around. "I better be getting back. I enjoyed today. Keep the jacket." and with that he rode off without turning back.

Tomoyo touched her faxce hwere his breath had rested on her and gave a helpless sigh, "This is hopeless. I could've sworn he was going to kiss me and he was just lending me his jacket. He must think me an disloyal fool."