Fate
Disclaimer: I don't own CCS
Warning: potty mouths, some (tasteful) sexual content, and incessant fluff
Chapter 2: Mental Battleground
Stupid, stupid, stupid idiot! He thought to himself, as he walked into his kitchen. You idiot! God, do you want her to think that you're a pedophile, or something? You were practically gawking at her! I'm not even wearing a Goddamn shirt!
What was wrong with him? He was just fresh out of a nice warm shower, only five minutes ago, all content and happy when he heard the doorbell going.
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He had rushed downstairs to open the door, but as soon as he opened it, the person standing there fell forward.
WHOOSH!
Quick reflexes aided him in saving the person from a painful descent, and the visitor landed safely in his arms. Touya let out a sigh of relief, and ask if the person as okay.
It was when the ebony-haired stranger looked up at him, and he realized that it was not a stranger in his arms, but Daidouji Tomoyo, his little sister's best friend.
He was about to ask her if she was sick or something when he came to the realization that he wasn't wearing a shirt, so instead he hurriedly apologized, mumbling something about the shower.
Then she stood up, releasing herself from his support and then it was like a little chibi announcer in his head was going, "Let the self-torment commence!"
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She was beautiful. He hadn't seen her for a long time, since he had started university a couple of years ago.
Mother Nature had done her well.
She was no longer the innocent looking, wide-eyed adolescent, who he had remembered.
Her long raven tresses were soaked with water, and were beginning to take on their natural wavy curl; her ivory skin was graced with a light blush, and the drops of rain on her eye lashes made her amethyst eyes even more luminescent.
That would have been fine … good even! If he had just noticed those things he would be okay.
There would be no confusing thoughts in his head, or self-reprimanding, or mental slaps upside his own head.
He would be okay if he hadn't noticed that her lips were tinted to a deep rose because the rainwater that was absorbed into them, or how noticed how her uniform was clinging to her form, accentuating her curves.
And Christ! Why the hell did the school board have to make their spring uniform shirt white! Did they do it to make young teenage boys have hormonal reactions to their female peers? DO THEY?……… Or did the do just for my own person perplexity. Because God knows in rains in the spring; so rainwater plus a thin, white cotton shirt equals …… (drum roll please) ……TOUYA'S VERY OWN LITTLE MENTAL BATTLEGROUD!
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Somewhere between those wonderful little thoughts going through Touya's head and now, several lines of dialogue were exchanged and they had gotten themselves on first name basis, but not without reminding her of the obese age gap between them, gawking at each other a little more and offering her tea to warm up, and towels to dry up.
Now Touya was leading Tomoyo into the kitchen, and he couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Like, what the hell was happening to him?
Why was he feeling this, whatever this was? Christ, Tomoyo was Sakura's best friend!
His little sister's best friend.
He was twenty-three years old, and she was, what, seventeen?
And he was the one practically stuttering?
He was utterly confused and so he decided … he would ignore it all! (Ha! Great solution Touya! … Not)
He would be okay, he would be just fine… right?
He stuck a nice little smile on his face, turned to the soaking wet angel on the street, asked her to take a seat, filled a kettle with water and put it on the stove to boil, set out two teas cups, milk, sugar and honey, then excused himself, saying that he would be right back.
He exited the kitchen, and practically ran up the stairs to take a nice cold shower.
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Tomoyo was more than relieved when Touya excused himself from the kitchen. She would have time to compose herself and not look like an infatuated, blushing teenaged girl.
She hadn't seen Touya since, forever and she was looking forward to catching up, but she didn't want to make a total fucking idiot of herself.
Nice Tomoyo, the whole-spacing-out-and-staring thing is really attractive, she reflected sarcastically to herself.
She ran her hands through her hair and straightened out her posture, like the well-bred young lady she was and waited anxiously for Touya to return, with the fruits of his promise of towels.
She started to get bored of waiting, wondering what was taking such a long time. Maybe he couldn't find towels, I hope I'm not an inconvenience.
She began to hum to herself; it was a song from her upcoming music recital.
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Soon her humming became singing, and soon her angelic voice was filling the kitchen, floating through the hallway, up the stairs, and into the bathroom shower where the distressed handsome young man was getting out of the shower after trying his best to rid himself of inappropriate thoughts and images in his grey matter, only to be ambush by the sounds of her soft melodic voice.
He felt the warmth coursing back through his body that he had just so recently relinquished as soon as the echoes of her voice hit his ears.
Oh shit.
And he stepped back into the shower, and turned the taps, sighing in frustration as the ice-cold water rained down on his bare body.
He shook his head, trying to get his thoughts straight. And after he thought his mind was set and he was ready to go, his ears picked up the faintest whispers of he song.
Oh shit.
A/N:
YAH….. second chapter done! I know, I know…. A lot of Touya pondering and what ever….. not much action but I'll update soon…..but like I said, this is my very first fiction so…….. review review review! Anyways……
Thanks to:
Kenny's grounded all the time – (who was my very first reviewer)
And
Reijin – (lol, I love TxT)
Li'ain – (go Tomoyo and Touya! Thanx, for thinking so)
saiwarrior – (YAH… another one is coming to the TxT club! Thanx and I will do my best to update quickly)
Yah! Come on people, I had 22 hits after only one day, but only 4 reviews.
Sooooo…… review review review !
(gotta love the fluff)
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