Fate
Disclaimer: I don't own CCS
Warning: potty mouths, some (tasteful) sexual content, and incessant fluff
Chapter 3: Gimme a 'T'
She was still sitting down in the same seat, with the same well-bred posture, still singing to herself, still trying to compose her self, when she heard the high pitched whistle of the tea kettle.
Her singing stopped
Touya was still up the stairs, so Tomoyo stood up and walked over to the stove where the kettle had finished boiling the water, picked it up and placed it on a cooling pad, so that it wouldn't scald the counter top.
She went to the cupboard and found the tea.
She had been here so often throughout her life, that she practically knew the house like the back of her very well manicured hand.
So many memories had taken place in this house… the sleepovers, and movie nights. The videotaping of practically every single moment in Sakura's life…the realization that boys weren't so icky … and that Touya was one of the very-not-icky kind. She blushed at the thought, but then of course, being Tomoyo, she began to over-analyzed, and over-rationalized everything.
But I'm only his little sister's best friend, would he ever think of me way I think of him?
She moved back to her seat, and sighed, thinking that her hopes were only wistful thinking and it would never happen. She knew what reality was, she knew there was know chance for it to ever occur, but she had always had this annoying little hope that tormented her. Not allowing her to just let it go, or move on.
But it would never happen.
Of course she was totally oblivious to the excruciatingly frustrating situation that had been taking place with Touya in the upstairs bathroom.
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Touya finally stepped of the freezing cold shower for the last and final time and grabbed his towel. Her singing had finally stopped, giving him a chance to cool down and try to become sane again.
He ran his hands through his dark hair, looked into the mirror and groaned.
He had to get it together.
After he had he dried off, he slipped on some clothes, grabbed the towels he promised her, took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom
When he reached the top of the stairs, he stopped.
Alright, I am good to go. I can do this. Come on Touya, it is just Tomoyo-san. You can do this. YOU CAN DO THIS! Okay, I am ready!
It was a nice little pep talk he gave to himself. It was so motivating, that if you could hear his thoughts, you would be half-expecting him to start going,
"Gimme a 'T', gimme a O, gimme a U…"
But he needed enough confidence to started down those stairs and towards that kitchen, so if he had to have a little cheerleading squad going in that utterly and pathetically confused head of his, then that would just have to do.
It was to bad that all his self-motivating efforts went to waste when he stepped into the kitchen, and caught sight of Tomoyo still dressed in her wet school uniform sitting at the counter.
Thoughts just slammed right back into his head like a Mack truck.
Thoughts about how beautiful she was, how it would be like to hold her in his arms, or feel her soft ivory skin against his fingers, how it would be to ki-
Stop it Touya! What is wrong with you? Do you want go upstairs and take another cold shower, DO YOU? Or are you going calm down, give her the towels you are so gripping so damn hard and speak to her like a normal human being? What's it gonna be Touya? HUH? What's it gonna be?
(WOW! They're not cheerleaders anymore, but Touya's own personal drill sergeants!)
"Here are some towels for you to dry off," he said, handing them to her.
DING, DING, DING! We have a winner!
( What the hell? Now they're … game show hosts … ?)
"Thank you very much," she said politely, and took them.
Then she asked, "Do you have any clothes I can change into? My uniform is still soaked from the rain"
Okay Touya, what do you do? She asked you for some clothes to change into because hers are wet, and you ar going to …A picture entered his mind of Tomoyo stripping of her wet uniform – Bad Touya, not that you perverted idiot, give her an answer!
"Touya-kun?" she asked anxiously.
"Yah, of course I do, you can borrow something of Sakura's," he said at last, and gave himself a mental pat on the back.
"Okay, great…. Thanks so much," And with that she headed upstairs to Sakura's room.
When he heard her reach the top of the stair and enter into Sakura's room he gave out a groan of frustration and dropped down into a chair.
When the hell is Sakura coming home?
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Tomoyo entered Sakura's room and practically collapsed onto the bed.
She knew for sure now that she had no chance with him, what so ever. He had talked to her like she was like a total stranger. Every single sentence out of his mouth was so generic he could have been talking to one of his damn aunts… if he had an aunt that is. She didn't really remember.
And what was with that not-looking-me-in-the-eye thing? God, am I that ugly?
Of course she wasn't, but she never knew that. She had never had a boyfriend to tell her they thought she was pretty, or that they loved her, her father had never been there in the first place to tell she was daddy's little princess, and any time she actually got a moment with her own mother, it would end with raised voices and tears.
No one would ever know it from the smile she had to put on every morning, or her soft voice but Tomoyo was a sad and bitter person, who was just Goddamn unhappy.
Maybe in time people would figure it out, but right now, even Sakura, her best friend didn't have a clue. Why had she videotaped everything when she was with Sakura, you ask? Sakura's life was the closest thing she had to a real-life happy family. It was sad but true.
Tomoyo stood back up and tried to clear her head. Now was not the time for a little breakdown. She took a deep breath and cracked her neck. She had become an expert at calming one's self down. (Although she still didn't know about how not calm she was making Touya feel.)
She walked over to Sakura's closet, but she had a sudden flashback of when Sakura and herself used to play dress-up, make costumes and such. That closet was always full of something, most of the time clothes, but the rest of the time, it was usually full of a mess they were too lazy to clean up or Li Syaoran.
When Sakura and him first started to date, Touya had not been the happiest of people, and he still wasn't. Tomoyo laugh softly when she remembered the time where Touya had discovered Syaoran in Sakura's room. He was so angry that you could hear him yelling from outside of the house. She smiled. He looked like he was about to explode because his entire face had turned red.
So cute... Ugh, Tomoyo stop it. Remember, there's no chance!
She reached for the closet doorknobs and turned them but when she opened the doors to the closet she was surprised to find that it was empty.
What the hell am I gonna do now …?
A/N:
Okay, so this was the third chapter of my very first fiction… and well not much happens here I guess. It's kind of a transitional chapter… you know… introducing certain aspect of the characters involved. Again, a lot of Touya's messed up thinking, and some of Tomoyo's past, and utter denial but it's an update no less. Anyways, more action is coming soon, okay?
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