Note: Quite not sure whether I should name the trilogy Fallen Angel, but it's the best I can do! So anyways, here it is!
Summary: Life continues on for both Tomoyo and Eriol in England after that whole battle with Jiro/Kei. Now, fifteen years later, Eriol's magic is slowly fading away and has been transferred to their ten year old daughter, Akina. However, someone plans to destroy the happiness in the new family and that someone has been waiting for the right moment.... to kill all of them. Who is this someone out to kill the family? Could it be...HIM? Read and find out! Yikes! Warning: STILL Eriol and Tomoyo coupling! STILL Nakuru and Yue coupling! ALSO S+S, but not much. ^^; Rated PG-13 for romance/suspense//and some violence.
Fallen Angel
Blood.
It was everywhere.
It consumed him. It ate his hands. It boiled through his veins.
Why did he feel this way? Why was he so consumed with hate towards...
He looked up and saw 'her,' passing the soccer ball at one of her teammates. Cold wind blew against his auburn hair, forcing him to stuff his hands into his pockets and continued to watch. She was young, about ten years old and he didn't know her. So...why did he make an effort to walk twenty minutes to this school? He frowned. All this was making him feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't help it. He felt this way.
He felt the hate...
The anger.
Everything his mother taught him that were sinful.
Her short dark hair, which were tied up into a ponytail bounced behind her as she ran, kicking the ball in front of her. She made a sharp turn in order to avoid her opponent and easily kept the ball with her. The young girl ran and ran, effortlessly making her way towards the goal and with one, quick, yet difficult gesture, she risked taking a shot at the goal. It was heavily guarded, but she continued to kick anyway, kicking it as hard as she could. The young boy could hear the ball smack against the side of her foot and, like a speed of light, it went pass the unsuspecting goal tender, who tried her best to block with her rather, short arms.
The referee blew his whistle, marking the shot as a goal and indicating the end of the game. The girl who made the shot jumped up and down excitedly, joining her teammates in a fit of hugs. The game ended with Lansbury gaining five more points from their original score, which made it 12-10 against Surrey. The girl was later joined by a cute young boy her age with soft, brown hair and emerald green eyes. He said something to her, grabbed the ball from her hands and began to kick it around with his feet and bounced it around on his thighs, trying to show off to the girl. However, the girl was not impressed, instead, she ran to him and kicked the ball way. The boy was surprised at that, so he didn't have time to avoid her check. The girl was surprised too that he didn't make an effort to keep the ball away from her, so the ball went bouncing around and flew behind the girl, almost at the feet of a young man standing by a tree.
"Look what you did!" the girl said, annoyed.
The boy just stuck out his tongue and pointed towards the ball. "Go get it!"
Akina stomped her foot angrily. "Uggh!" Giving up, she walked over to where the ball had landed, unaware that the young man was even there. When she looked up (since she was too focused on the ball), she gasped at his sight, then calmed herself down. "I'm sorry! I didn't know you were there!"
The young boy, about fifteen, shook his head, keeping a straight face towards the girl. "It's all right," he spoke quietly. He bend down and picked up the ball, then passed the ball to the girl, not with his hands, but with his feet. Akina was speechless. The way he passed it to her, marked a very good player. The dark haired girl examined him closely. Indeed, he looked to be around fifteen and was quite handsome. From what she could see from his eyes and skin color, he looked to be half caucasian and half...asian? "Is there something I could help you with?"
The young girl shook her thoughts away. "Oh nothing!" she said, smiling. "Are you a football player?"
The boy shrugged. "Well, sort of."
Akina lifted a curious eyebrow at him. "Sort of? What do you mean by that?"
Once again, he shrugged, but said nothing. Without warning to the girl, the young boy turned and began to walk away. The girl watched him go. She wanted to ask him some more questions about his football abilities and wanted to know why he was watching the game the whole time without congratulating the team their win? Before Akina could ask further about the young stranger, she heard her best friend, Cedrik call her name.
"Hey, Akina! What do you think you're doing standing there for no reason? Come on, your mom is here to pick us up!"
Akina turned swiftly and looked at the young boy waving at her impatiently. She nodded. "Okay!" She quickly glanced behind her to see if the boy was still there, but he wasn't, so she ran to her best friend's side and joined his walk to parking lot, where her mother was waiting for them.
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"How was the game, anata?" she asked her daughter as they drove out of the parking lot.
The young girl smiled, glancing at her best friend sitting beside her, then back at her mother. Since she couldn't see her face when she talked, Akina talked to her mother through the rearview mirror. "It was great! We get to play in the regional championships!" She heard a 'humph!' beside her. Akina turned her head towards Cedrik, who had his arms folded across his chest. "What?"
Cedrik shrugged. "Nothing." Smirking, he turned his head out the window, but Akina wasn't about to let him go that easily! The dark haired girl stretched her arms long and looped one of them around his neck, while her free hand went on top of his head. She began to give him the 'noogie,' rubbing her knuckle on top of his head to annoy him. Cedrik yelped, surprised by the assault. He tried freeing himself from her, but to no avail. Being the shortest football player in her team, Akina was VERY strong. "UGGH! Hey stop that!"
"You better tell me what you were smirking about or I WON'T stop!" Akina laughed loud, watching Cedrik squirm underneath her grasp.
The young boy sighed. "All right! All right! I wasn't smirking per say... OUCH!" He stopped in mid-sentence when Akina rubbed harder. "OKAY! I WAS smirking, but it wasn't a mock, smirk. It was more like.. 'I can't believe that a team who has never won anything in their lives made it to the regional championships' smirk! Satisfied!?"
Akina nodded and released him. "Much better!"
Cedrik rubbed the top of his head and his neck, then looked up at his best friend, frowning. "Geez, did you have to grip THAT hard around my neck?"
The girl grinned innocently. "I'm sorry."
"Sure you are," Cedrik mumbled. Then, remembering the older boy Akina was talking to earlier, he turned back to her and asked, "Who was that kid you were talking to at the field?"
The young girl shrugged, glancing towards the field where he met the young man. To her surprise, he was still there, his eyes watching the van pull away from the parking lot. "I have no idea who that guy is." Akina shuddered. "He creeps me out." She continued to stare at him, but she could only see his figure disappearing behind the bushes that formed in front of her as the van completely left the scene of the soccer field.
A few minutes later, all Akina could see was a large stretch of highway, overlooking more roads above and below them. She was suddenly getting bored of watching cars go by, while the kids in the back seat stuck out their tongue at her teasingly. The young dark haired soccer player glanced at her seat mate beside her and smirked. He was also getting bored, resting his chin agains his upward palm that was planted on his lap. Cedrik must have noticed her watching him as he turned quickly to look at her. "What?" he asked in his thick, english accent.
Akina shrugged. "Nothing," she replied, also with her thick english accent. Her parents were, full bloodied, Japanese, but her father had lived in England for a while, so his accent as a Japanese faded, replacing it with the british accent. Her mother spoke really english, because back in Japan, she studied really hard in her english class to get where she was today. However, her mother still spoke some words in Japanese because- as her father said, Tomoyo Hiragizawa was proud being Japanese.
Before the girl had a chance to say something to keep both of them entertained, however, they already made it back to the Hiragizawa mansion, which resided at the top of Hillcrest Hallow. The gates of the large mansion automatically opened, revealing the large mansion at the top of a huge front yard with a beautiful fountain situated firmly at the very middle where everyone inside the house from every room could see its clear, blue water. The fountain was made mostly in ceramic, with little cherubs all gathered around a large pot of water that was the center piece and the main water source of the fountain. The two car garage, that was once a small storage room, was planted almost behind the house, but enough so the drivers of the cars could see it. Tomoyo parked the van just beside their black mercedes benz- a present from Tomoyo's mother from America when she went for a business trip there and turned off the engine. She glanced over her shoulder at Cedrik, who was quite busy looking through his backpack to see if anything was missing.
"Cedrik?" Tomoyo called.
Cedrik looked up at the sound of Akina's mother's voice and smiled. "Yes, Mrs. Hiragizawa?"
"Your parents called me this afternoon and told me they were going to be away for an adult's party and won't be back until midnight. So that means you can have dinner with us tonight if you'd like." Tomoyo smiled at the surprised look of the young boy, but she knew that deep down, ten year old, Cedrik Crawford, the son of the Governor of England, was disappointed at this news.
Slowly, Cedrik nodded. Tomoyo might have missed the way his eyes brimmed with tears, but Akina, his best friend for seven years, did not miss a thing. She gave him a silent, reassuring smile, when he turned to look at her and that made the young boy even better.
Suddenly, the door to Akina's side opened, startling her. The young girl turned and smiled at the sight of her father, grinning. "Are you all getting out of the car or are you all going to sleep in here tonight?"
Akina laughed, unfastening her seatbelt, then jumped into her father's arms. "Daddy! I thought you weren't going to be home until very late tonight?"
Eriol hugged his daughter back, then put her down on the ground, petting her on the head for comfort. "I would NEVER miss my daughter's birthday!"
The dark haired girl thought for a moment, then nodded. "Oh yeah, it is my birthday right?" She smiled, which made Eriol smile even more. Akina's smile was like her mother's- gentle and very beautiful. He looked up at the sound of another door clicking open and immediately, he embraced his wife happily. Tomoyo hugged him back lovingly and lifted up her face towards him to give him a long kiss on the lips. Cedrik turned away, blushing, while Akina pouted.
"Hello! We have a visitor here!" Akina protested, frowning now and folding her arms across her chest. She noticed Cedrik blushing and she couldn't help but giggle in delight.
The couple immediately let go. Eriol grinned, looking at Cedrik as well. "Oh, come on now, Cedrik doesn't mind. I'm sure he's seen his parents kiss like us a couple of times, right, Cedrik?"
Cedrik nodded quietly, getting out of the van from his side and placed his back pack on his shoulders. Akina sighed, then walked over to where Cedrik was. "Yeah, but look at him blush!" she said outloud, accusing him of something so small and yet very important to her. Cedrik glared at her, but it did not help his blush disappear from his face. He became redder even more.
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"Where have you been?" she spoke, frowning. She folded her arms across her chest and watched with firm eyes as he made his way across the hallway and towards his room. "Hold on a second, young man!" she said.
Fifteen year old, Jesse Converse stopped in his tracks after hearing his mother's tone of voice and turned around to face her. "What?"
"I asked you a question!" Victoria walked over to him and gave him that motherly-glare into his eyes. "Where have you been?" she repeated.
Jesse shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Nowhere..." he replied, simply. With that said, without even giving his mother a second chance to speak, Jesse went inside his room and shut the door behind him. He sat down silently on his bed and sighed. He didn't know what led for him to go all the way to that school just to see a girl he did not recognize. But for some reason, she had the same resemblance as another girl he knew he hadn't met either.
It's time to start ur work a voice spoke in his head.
"What if I don't want to?" he replied to no one in particular.
You can't escape this work, Jesse. I own you...no... I AM you! There is no changing who you are.
"Then who am I?" he said a bit louder this time, but still quiet enough so his mother couldn't hear.
Why don't you ask Hiragizawa?
"Who is that?"
Just listen to me... Just follow my instructions.
Sighing, Jesse nodded and removed all his thoughts, except for the one voice inside his head. He didn't know this voice, but he obeyed anyway. No matter how scared he was, or worried that he would have to do something drastic, temptation was driving him to do the things his mother would have found sinful. It was the temptation to find out WHO he really was and WHY this voice was speaking to him.
"I could just be crazy," he said to himself.
But no... the voice inside his head would not let him think that. The voice, though male and would rather be considered, a 'he' spoke to him reassuringly that indeed he was real in his mind and that he was not crazy.
That just made Jesse even more assured.
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Dinner was very good, as Cedrik had put it when asked what he thought of the very formal dinner he rarely had at his own house because his parents were too busy for him. Akina liked it the same. She loved her mother's and Nakuru's cooking, adding to that, her father's as well, who cooked the french cuisine, fillet minion. She listened to every conversation exchanged between Nakuru, her father and her mother, while at the same time, enjoyed watching Cedrik trying to listen and understand their conversation, most of which, were spoken in Japanese. She laughed at the thought as the table was cleared by everyone present on the table. Poor Cedrik wanted to help, but didn't know exactly where to put the dishes and all the utensils, so her mother just told him to sit back down on his chair and wait for dessert. Akina remembered that Cedrik hasn't been inside their house for almost two years now and due to the drastic changes in their kitchen, the girl understood her best friend's confusion.
When Akina returned minutes later to the dining room, Cedrik was sitting patiently on his chair and was humming to himself. At the sound of her footsteps, he looked up and blushed when he saw her there. "What were you humming?" the nine year old girl asked, sitting back down beside him on another chair.
Cedrik shrugged. "Wouldn't you like to know..." he replied, grinning at her.
Akina frowned. "Fine!" She turned away and folded her arms across her chest.
He wished he hadn't said that. The brown haired boy sighed, suddenly laughing. "Geez! You get mad so easily, doncha?" He playfully punched her in the arm, which made Akina turn to glare at him. Seconds later, her eyes softened, knowing he was just trying to cheer her up and punched him back harder than he anticipated. "Ouch! Why do you have to punch that hard? I didn't punch you THAT hard!"
Akina grinned, sticking out her tongue at him. "Well I guess I just don't know my own strength!"
While this conversation was taking place, Tomoyo and Eriol listened on in their childish conversations. At Akina's last sentence, Eriol was surprised she said it at all. Akina knew she HAD the strenght because... a few hours from now, Akina Hiragizawa was going to be more powerful than ever- just like Sakura when she turned ten all those years ago. "Does she know?" a voice suddenly spoke in the silent air.
Eriol turned to look at his wife and nodded. "Yes, she knows. I told her that last year..." He turned back to look at their daughter. "But I didn't tell her how dangerous it was going to be once she had it."
Tomoyo sighed deeply and walked over to her husband. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head against his back. "We'll just have to let her know, we'll be with her in every step of the way." She could feel her husband nod in response.
They stood silently for a while, watching and listening as the two ten years olds (well one, nine and a half anyway) conversed in another conversation, more deep than before, until they heard the telephone ring from the living room. Eriol and Tomoyo jumped, even the two kids in the dining room. "I'll get it," Tomoyo replied. She removed her arms from her husband's waist and left to answer the phone in the living room. After the last ring, Tomoyo was finally able to answer it. She lifted up the phone in her ears and said, "Hello?"
"Hello, is this the Hiragizawa residence?" the voice on the other line (which sounded oddly like a young man's) replied.
Tomoyo furrowed her eyebrows curiously. "Yes it is and whom may I ask is asking?"
"I just want to let you know, Tomoyo is that you better watch out... especially if you want to let your family live this year..." the voice faded, then a sound of a 'click!' was heard after that.
"Tomoyo? Who was that?" Eriol approached his wife slowly and placed his hands on her shoulders. He was about to rest his chin on her right shoulder, when she felt her shoulders tense. Eriol quickly withdrew his hands. "Tomoyo?" He slowly turned her around and his eyes widened in fear, when she noticed that her eyes were a different shade of purple. Her pupils were dilated and it seems that Tomoyo was about to pass out. "Tomoyo? Are you all right?"
Tomoyo looked up into Eriol's eyes and before she opened her mouth to say something, her body gave way and her eyes closed. Her head lolled to the side and she felt herself falling down on the ground. Eriol caught her just in time before she fell and the last thing Tomoyo remembered, was her husband calling out her name.
GoodGurl: Aya! Sorry for making you guys wait this long! I wanted a summer break, all right? So don't go blaming me if I wanted to! Anyways, I promise I will continue this time since it's back to school! Heh heh! ;) Hope you guys liked the first chappy! ^^
Summary: Life continues on for both Tomoyo and Eriol in England after that whole battle with Jiro/Kei. Now, fifteen years later, Eriol's magic is slowly fading away and has been transferred to their ten year old daughter, Akina. However, someone plans to destroy the happiness in the new family and that someone has been waiting for the right moment.... to kill all of them. Who is this someone out to kill the family? Could it be...HIM? Read and find out! Yikes! Warning: STILL Eriol and Tomoyo coupling! STILL Nakuru and Yue coupling! ALSO S+S, but not much. ^^; Rated PG-13 for romance/suspense//and some violence.
Fallen Angel
Blood.
It was everywhere.
It consumed him. It ate his hands. It boiled through his veins.
Why did he feel this way? Why was he so consumed with hate towards...
He looked up and saw 'her,' passing the soccer ball at one of her teammates. Cold wind blew against his auburn hair, forcing him to stuff his hands into his pockets and continued to watch. She was young, about ten years old and he didn't know her. So...why did he make an effort to walk twenty minutes to this school? He frowned. All this was making him feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't help it. He felt this way.
He felt the hate...
The anger.
Everything his mother taught him that were sinful.
Her short dark hair, which were tied up into a ponytail bounced behind her as she ran, kicking the ball in front of her. She made a sharp turn in order to avoid her opponent and easily kept the ball with her. The young girl ran and ran, effortlessly making her way towards the goal and with one, quick, yet difficult gesture, she risked taking a shot at the goal. It was heavily guarded, but she continued to kick anyway, kicking it as hard as she could. The young boy could hear the ball smack against the side of her foot and, like a speed of light, it went pass the unsuspecting goal tender, who tried her best to block with her rather, short arms.
The referee blew his whistle, marking the shot as a goal and indicating the end of the game. The girl who made the shot jumped up and down excitedly, joining her teammates in a fit of hugs. The game ended with Lansbury gaining five more points from their original score, which made it 12-10 against Surrey. The girl was later joined by a cute young boy her age with soft, brown hair and emerald green eyes. He said something to her, grabbed the ball from her hands and began to kick it around with his feet and bounced it around on his thighs, trying to show off to the girl. However, the girl was not impressed, instead, she ran to him and kicked the ball way. The boy was surprised at that, so he didn't have time to avoid her check. The girl was surprised too that he didn't make an effort to keep the ball away from her, so the ball went bouncing around and flew behind the girl, almost at the feet of a young man standing by a tree.
"Look what you did!" the girl said, annoyed.
The boy just stuck out his tongue and pointed towards the ball. "Go get it!"
Akina stomped her foot angrily. "Uggh!" Giving up, she walked over to where the ball had landed, unaware that the young man was even there. When she looked up (since she was too focused on the ball), she gasped at his sight, then calmed herself down. "I'm sorry! I didn't know you were there!"
The young boy, about fifteen, shook his head, keeping a straight face towards the girl. "It's all right," he spoke quietly. He bend down and picked up the ball, then passed the ball to the girl, not with his hands, but with his feet. Akina was speechless. The way he passed it to her, marked a very good player. The dark haired girl examined him closely. Indeed, he looked to be around fifteen and was quite handsome. From what she could see from his eyes and skin color, he looked to be half caucasian and half...asian? "Is there something I could help you with?"
The young girl shook her thoughts away. "Oh nothing!" she said, smiling. "Are you a football player?"
The boy shrugged. "Well, sort of."
Akina lifted a curious eyebrow at him. "Sort of? What do you mean by that?"
Once again, he shrugged, but said nothing. Without warning to the girl, the young boy turned and began to walk away. The girl watched him go. She wanted to ask him some more questions about his football abilities and wanted to know why he was watching the game the whole time without congratulating the team their win? Before Akina could ask further about the young stranger, she heard her best friend, Cedrik call her name.
"Hey, Akina! What do you think you're doing standing there for no reason? Come on, your mom is here to pick us up!"
Akina turned swiftly and looked at the young boy waving at her impatiently. She nodded. "Okay!" She quickly glanced behind her to see if the boy was still there, but he wasn't, so she ran to her best friend's side and joined his walk to parking lot, where her mother was waiting for them.
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"How was the game, anata?" she asked her daughter as they drove out of the parking lot.
The young girl smiled, glancing at her best friend sitting beside her, then back at her mother. Since she couldn't see her face when she talked, Akina talked to her mother through the rearview mirror. "It was great! We get to play in the regional championships!" She heard a 'humph!' beside her. Akina turned her head towards Cedrik, who had his arms folded across his chest. "What?"
Cedrik shrugged. "Nothing." Smirking, he turned his head out the window, but Akina wasn't about to let him go that easily! The dark haired girl stretched her arms long and looped one of them around his neck, while her free hand went on top of his head. She began to give him the 'noogie,' rubbing her knuckle on top of his head to annoy him. Cedrik yelped, surprised by the assault. He tried freeing himself from her, but to no avail. Being the shortest football player in her team, Akina was VERY strong. "UGGH! Hey stop that!"
"You better tell me what you were smirking about or I WON'T stop!" Akina laughed loud, watching Cedrik squirm underneath her grasp.
The young boy sighed. "All right! All right! I wasn't smirking per say... OUCH!" He stopped in mid-sentence when Akina rubbed harder. "OKAY! I WAS smirking, but it wasn't a mock, smirk. It was more like.. 'I can't believe that a team who has never won anything in their lives made it to the regional championships' smirk! Satisfied!?"
Akina nodded and released him. "Much better!"
Cedrik rubbed the top of his head and his neck, then looked up at his best friend, frowning. "Geez, did you have to grip THAT hard around my neck?"
The girl grinned innocently. "I'm sorry."
"Sure you are," Cedrik mumbled. Then, remembering the older boy Akina was talking to earlier, he turned back to her and asked, "Who was that kid you were talking to at the field?"
The young girl shrugged, glancing towards the field where he met the young man. To her surprise, he was still there, his eyes watching the van pull away from the parking lot. "I have no idea who that guy is." Akina shuddered. "He creeps me out." She continued to stare at him, but she could only see his figure disappearing behind the bushes that formed in front of her as the van completely left the scene of the soccer field.
A few minutes later, all Akina could see was a large stretch of highway, overlooking more roads above and below them. She was suddenly getting bored of watching cars go by, while the kids in the back seat stuck out their tongue at her teasingly. The young dark haired soccer player glanced at her seat mate beside her and smirked. He was also getting bored, resting his chin agains his upward palm that was planted on his lap. Cedrik must have noticed her watching him as he turned quickly to look at her. "What?" he asked in his thick, english accent.
Akina shrugged. "Nothing," she replied, also with her thick english accent. Her parents were, full bloodied, Japanese, but her father had lived in England for a while, so his accent as a Japanese faded, replacing it with the british accent. Her mother spoke really english, because back in Japan, she studied really hard in her english class to get where she was today. However, her mother still spoke some words in Japanese because- as her father said, Tomoyo Hiragizawa was proud being Japanese.
Before the girl had a chance to say something to keep both of them entertained, however, they already made it back to the Hiragizawa mansion, which resided at the top of Hillcrest Hallow. The gates of the large mansion automatically opened, revealing the large mansion at the top of a huge front yard with a beautiful fountain situated firmly at the very middle where everyone inside the house from every room could see its clear, blue water. The fountain was made mostly in ceramic, with little cherubs all gathered around a large pot of water that was the center piece and the main water source of the fountain. The two car garage, that was once a small storage room, was planted almost behind the house, but enough so the drivers of the cars could see it. Tomoyo parked the van just beside their black mercedes benz- a present from Tomoyo's mother from America when she went for a business trip there and turned off the engine. She glanced over her shoulder at Cedrik, who was quite busy looking through his backpack to see if anything was missing.
"Cedrik?" Tomoyo called.
Cedrik looked up at the sound of Akina's mother's voice and smiled. "Yes, Mrs. Hiragizawa?"
"Your parents called me this afternoon and told me they were going to be away for an adult's party and won't be back until midnight. So that means you can have dinner with us tonight if you'd like." Tomoyo smiled at the surprised look of the young boy, but she knew that deep down, ten year old, Cedrik Crawford, the son of the Governor of England, was disappointed at this news.
Slowly, Cedrik nodded. Tomoyo might have missed the way his eyes brimmed with tears, but Akina, his best friend for seven years, did not miss a thing. She gave him a silent, reassuring smile, when he turned to look at her and that made the young boy even better.
Suddenly, the door to Akina's side opened, startling her. The young girl turned and smiled at the sight of her father, grinning. "Are you all getting out of the car or are you all going to sleep in here tonight?"
Akina laughed, unfastening her seatbelt, then jumped into her father's arms. "Daddy! I thought you weren't going to be home until very late tonight?"
Eriol hugged his daughter back, then put her down on the ground, petting her on the head for comfort. "I would NEVER miss my daughter's birthday!"
The dark haired girl thought for a moment, then nodded. "Oh yeah, it is my birthday right?" She smiled, which made Eriol smile even more. Akina's smile was like her mother's- gentle and very beautiful. He looked up at the sound of another door clicking open and immediately, he embraced his wife happily. Tomoyo hugged him back lovingly and lifted up her face towards him to give him a long kiss on the lips. Cedrik turned away, blushing, while Akina pouted.
"Hello! We have a visitor here!" Akina protested, frowning now and folding her arms across her chest. She noticed Cedrik blushing and she couldn't help but giggle in delight.
The couple immediately let go. Eriol grinned, looking at Cedrik as well. "Oh, come on now, Cedrik doesn't mind. I'm sure he's seen his parents kiss like us a couple of times, right, Cedrik?"
Cedrik nodded quietly, getting out of the van from his side and placed his back pack on his shoulders. Akina sighed, then walked over to where Cedrik was. "Yeah, but look at him blush!" she said outloud, accusing him of something so small and yet very important to her. Cedrik glared at her, but it did not help his blush disappear from his face. He became redder even more.
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"Where have you been?" she spoke, frowning. She folded her arms across her chest and watched with firm eyes as he made his way across the hallway and towards his room. "Hold on a second, young man!" she said.
Fifteen year old, Jesse Converse stopped in his tracks after hearing his mother's tone of voice and turned around to face her. "What?"
"I asked you a question!" Victoria walked over to him and gave him that motherly-glare into his eyes. "Where have you been?" she repeated.
Jesse shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Nowhere..." he replied, simply. With that said, without even giving his mother a second chance to speak, Jesse went inside his room and shut the door behind him. He sat down silently on his bed and sighed. He didn't know what led for him to go all the way to that school just to see a girl he did not recognize. But for some reason, she had the same resemblance as another girl he knew he hadn't met either.
It's time to start ur work a voice spoke in his head.
"What if I don't want to?" he replied to no one in particular.
You can't escape this work, Jesse. I own you...no... I AM you! There is no changing who you are.
"Then who am I?" he said a bit louder this time, but still quiet enough so his mother couldn't hear.
Why don't you ask Hiragizawa?
"Who is that?"
Just listen to me... Just follow my instructions.
Sighing, Jesse nodded and removed all his thoughts, except for the one voice inside his head. He didn't know this voice, but he obeyed anyway. No matter how scared he was, or worried that he would have to do something drastic, temptation was driving him to do the things his mother would have found sinful. It was the temptation to find out WHO he really was and WHY this voice was speaking to him.
"I could just be crazy," he said to himself.
But no... the voice inside his head would not let him think that. The voice, though male and would rather be considered, a 'he' spoke to him reassuringly that indeed he was real in his mind and that he was not crazy.
That just made Jesse even more assured.
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Dinner was very good, as Cedrik had put it when asked what he thought of the very formal dinner he rarely had at his own house because his parents were too busy for him. Akina liked it the same. She loved her mother's and Nakuru's cooking, adding to that, her father's as well, who cooked the french cuisine, fillet minion. She listened to every conversation exchanged between Nakuru, her father and her mother, while at the same time, enjoyed watching Cedrik trying to listen and understand their conversation, most of which, were spoken in Japanese. She laughed at the thought as the table was cleared by everyone present on the table. Poor Cedrik wanted to help, but didn't know exactly where to put the dishes and all the utensils, so her mother just told him to sit back down on his chair and wait for dessert. Akina remembered that Cedrik hasn't been inside their house for almost two years now and due to the drastic changes in their kitchen, the girl understood her best friend's confusion.
When Akina returned minutes later to the dining room, Cedrik was sitting patiently on his chair and was humming to himself. At the sound of her footsteps, he looked up and blushed when he saw her there. "What were you humming?" the nine year old girl asked, sitting back down beside him on another chair.
Cedrik shrugged. "Wouldn't you like to know..." he replied, grinning at her.
Akina frowned. "Fine!" She turned away and folded her arms across her chest.
He wished he hadn't said that. The brown haired boy sighed, suddenly laughing. "Geez! You get mad so easily, doncha?" He playfully punched her in the arm, which made Akina turn to glare at him. Seconds later, her eyes softened, knowing he was just trying to cheer her up and punched him back harder than he anticipated. "Ouch! Why do you have to punch that hard? I didn't punch you THAT hard!"
Akina grinned, sticking out her tongue at him. "Well I guess I just don't know my own strength!"
While this conversation was taking place, Tomoyo and Eriol listened on in their childish conversations. At Akina's last sentence, Eriol was surprised she said it at all. Akina knew she HAD the strenght because... a few hours from now, Akina Hiragizawa was going to be more powerful than ever- just like Sakura when she turned ten all those years ago. "Does she know?" a voice suddenly spoke in the silent air.
Eriol turned to look at his wife and nodded. "Yes, she knows. I told her that last year..." He turned back to look at their daughter. "But I didn't tell her how dangerous it was going to be once she had it."
Tomoyo sighed deeply and walked over to her husband. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head against his back. "We'll just have to let her know, we'll be with her in every step of the way." She could feel her husband nod in response.
They stood silently for a while, watching and listening as the two ten years olds (well one, nine and a half anyway) conversed in another conversation, more deep than before, until they heard the telephone ring from the living room. Eriol and Tomoyo jumped, even the two kids in the dining room. "I'll get it," Tomoyo replied. She removed her arms from her husband's waist and left to answer the phone in the living room. After the last ring, Tomoyo was finally able to answer it. She lifted up the phone in her ears and said, "Hello?"
"Hello, is this the Hiragizawa residence?" the voice on the other line (which sounded oddly like a young man's) replied.
Tomoyo furrowed her eyebrows curiously. "Yes it is and whom may I ask is asking?"
"I just want to let you know, Tomoyo is that you better watch out... especially if you want to let your family live this year..." the voice faded, then a sound of a 'click!' was heard after that.
"Tomoyo? Who was that?" Eriol approached his wife slowly and placed his hands on her shoulders. He was about to rest his chin on her right shoulder, when she felt her shoulders tense. Eriol quickly withdrew his hands. "Tomoyo?" He slowly turned her around and his eyes widened in fear, when she noticed that her eyes were a different shade of purple. Her pupils were dilated and it seems that Tomoyo was about to pass out. "Tomoyo? Are you all right?"
Tomoyo looked up into Eriol's eyes and before she opened her mouth to say something, her body gave way and her eyes closed. Her head lolled to the side and she felt herself falling down on the ground. Eriol caught her just in time before she fell and the last thing Tomoyo remembered, was her husband calling out her name.
GoodGurl: Aya! Sorry for making you guys wait this long! I wanted a summer break, all right? So don't go blaming me if I wanted to! Anyways, I promise I will continue this time since it's back to school! Heh heh! ;) Hope you guys liked the first chappy! ^^