Disclaimer: It is supposed to apply to the entire story so if you want to read one just look in Chapter 1. Remember only the canon characters do not belong to us.
Kuroi to Shiro
By: Furuto and Wavering Melody
Chapter 5: Dreams Don't Come True
Dreams don't come true so don't bother dreaming. Those who do are fools and there are some fools who's dreams do come true.
Eriol looked at his fiancée over the mouth of his coffee mug. Lately, he hasn't been sleeping well and that voice. That damn voice haunted him wherever he went. He was an engaged man and shouldn't be thinking of other women. It would be equivalent of adultery at this stage. He couldn't just cancel the wedding now. Not with it one month away. And Kaho. There was always her. Sweet as ever and such an airhead, not that he would say that to her face. He couldn't have her already committing four years of her life with him and then have him drop her like a hot potato. His conscience would not permit it.
"Eriol, have you been sleeping?" A cool hand on his cheek snapped him straight out of his trance. "Do you want something for it?"
"No, no. I'm fine. School's gotten to me, that's all." He waved a hand at his mug and waited for one of the stiff servants to refill it. He went back to his paper. He wasn't reading it though. It was just an excuse to stop conversation. Kaho saw that. It worried her that Eriol was so preoccupied. Her nervous hands twisted the linen napkin in her lap. It hadn't occurred to her that he would have second thoughts until now.
Eriol had always been a loner. Even when they dated, there were spaces of time where he just vanished and then reappeared. She never questioned it fearing his reply. Possibly he was thinking of the ties that Kaho would create once they were married. He would never be able to be the freelance journalist he was once. He had taken sedated assignments this past year. But there was always that nagging thought that he would go back to those assignments. Back to the adrenaline rush and risking life and limb for a story.
Then there was the child. She didn't want to tell him now. Not just before the wedding. It would impose ties and further bind him to her. Furthermore, she wasn't sure he wanted children. They never discussed children. Or anything ahead of the wedding for a fact. It didn't take a psychoanalysis to tell her that marriage was a big step for Eriol. Besides, it would shatter her mother's illusion that she was chaste until her marriage. Not that her mother would accept that Kaho was anything but an obedient and dutiful daughter. Oh how her head throbbed from all these thoughts. She left the table, hardly touching her breakfast. Not that Eriol bother to comment on her lack of appetite.
Naoko pushed her glasses back and continued to search the internet. At this point she identified the man who caught her eye at that concert. Hiiragizawa Eriol, age 26, freelance journalist that suddenly took to becoming a music critic.
'His freelance jobs obviously paid well,' she thought, drawing up his financial record. Naoko continued to search, paying no attention to the violations she committed. She pretended that Tomoyo was the brain of their group. However, anyone who could see past the masquerade could see the shrewd mind underneath.
So this stranger that she only seen once has been a constant obsession. So what! Everyone needed a hobby. 'There was something special about this man,' she thought with a world-weary sigh. It wasn't every man that could draw her attention and most men were blinded with the personality that she created for herself eons ago. The doorknob of her room turn and the sound of slipper clad feet came behind her.
"Still at it Naoko?" Tomoyo asked with a yawn. "It's three in the morning and I could hear your noisy typing all the way in my room. What's so interesting about the guy anyway? You only saw him once."
"You could say love at first sight."
"Please, Naoko. You're killing me. Don't tell me you believe in that. It's just a device that writers, screenplays, and the media uses to fool idealistic hearts."
"I think we prefer the term romantic."
"Yeah and here you are glued to the screen. Instead of pursuing your dreams, you're digging up lover boy's family dirt."
"Actually there is no family dirt. Clean and lily white for a fact. Father a doctor and the mother a secretary."
"Nah, everyone has family dirt. Just some is better buried than others."
"Not everyone. Some just lead nice normal lives based on routine and no complications."
"Ah. But look here. A nice big fat sapphire set in white gold and surrounded by nice tiny seed pearls. Now, let's think. Why on earth would a man buy that hmm?" Tomoyo perched herself on the edge of the generous computer desk and prepared to get comfortable. Since she was up, why not rag Naoko a bit?
"Shut up Tomoyo. I haven't even begun daydreaming and here you are waiting to prick every single bubble with those evil acrylics of yours." The image of floating bubbles and Tomoyo became too much for Naoko. She burst out laughing.
"Darlings these are mine not some fake plastic."
"Sure…" she trailed off, hardly convinced.
"No, their fiberglass."
"You know what I mean goddammit!" Tomoyo just shrugged.
"Doesn't matter. Since you're no good company, I'll just go and get my beauty sleep."
"Humph. If you got anymore of that beauty sleep you would be cracking mirrors."
"Aww. Darling you flatter me."
"Whatever. Just get your bimbo face out of my way."
"Hope you have bags under your eye in the morning you ungrateful brat."
"Aha. Yeah. Hmm," she mumbled, pushing Tomoyo out and locking the door behind her.
Eriol laid awake once again, despite the potion Kaho had given him earlier that evening. Beside him, Kaho laid on her side, her hand curled around the pillow and her gentle breath moving the locks of hair that fell in front of her face. It was at this time that Eriol felt most unscrupulous. Here was a woman he was committed to and there was another in his thoughts. Who would have thought that he would have fallen for a pop star that would most likely fade in both people's opinions and the current style in a year or two.
He for one knew that wealth alone was not enough to satisfy a person. The world of fame and fortune was lonely as people sought to out buy, smart, and out wit you. He would share it with Kaho and the children they might have. Children! What in the world caused him to think of children? Sure, they were fine and most likely he and Kaho would have some in the future but to think of them now? And what if Kaho didn't want children? What was he thinking? Of course she would want children. She loved them and would no doubt want some of her own. Oh, dear god! What has he gotten himself into?
NO. No need to panic. Men like him rationalized everything. He had finally decided to take the step and he did. There was no turning back now. 'He loved Kaho,' he reassured himself. 'Not some pop sensation.'
Furuto: School's out! So so happy.
Wavering Melody: She should know. Spent a fortune already.
Furuto: Hey! I'm entitled to indulge. I got myself a nice 93.7 average.
Wavering Melody: Braggart.
Furuto: Look who's talking.
Wavering Melody: Anyway. Getting back to the story.
Furuto: I wasn't finished.
Wavering Melody: NO MORE DIGRESSING! As I was saying, you could see the love triangle, wait, square, developing. Should we weave a more complex web?
Furuto: "What webs we weave when we first learn to deceive."
Wavering Melody: That is inappropriate. Besides I think you misquoted.
Furuto: Hey. It had something to do with webs. Besides, my brain's fried.
Wavering Melody: What! You and your American idioms. They don't make sense.
Furuto: That's because you're not used to it. Besides. You're too literal.
Wavering Melody: Hmph.
Furuto: Everyone understands that in the manga, the pairing is between E+H not E+T right?
Wavering Melody: There are some parts that would contradict that. They did seem like the likely couple. Whips around and points accusing finger Now who's being too literal?
Furuto: Please. I'm just stating facts. Besides, I'm not the idealistic one.
Wavering Melody: That better not be an insult!
Furuto: Whisper Hey, if I end up floating in the Hudson, you know who to arrest.
: It is supposed to apply to the entire story so if you want to read one just look in Chapter 1. Remember only the canon characters do not belong to us.: School's out! So so happy.: She should know. Spent a fortune already.: Hey! I'm entitled to indulge. I got myself a nice 93.7 average.: Braggart.: Look who's talking.: Anyway. Getting back to the story.: I wasn't finished.: NO MORE DIGRESSING! As I was saying, you could see the love triangle, wait, square, developing. Should we weave a more complex web: "What webs we weave when we first learn to deceive.": That is inappropriate. Besides I think you misquoted.: Hey. It had something to do with webs. Besides, my brain's fried.: What! You and your American idioms. They don't make sense.: That's because you're not used to it. Besides. You're too literal.: Hmph.: Everyone understands that in the manga, the pairing is between E+H not E+T right: There are some parts that would contradict that. They did seem like the likely couple. Whips around and points accusing finger Now who's being too literal: Please. I'm just stating facts. Besides, I'm not the idealistic one.: That better not be an insult: Whisper Hey, if I end up floating in the Hudson, you know who to arrest.