I cannot believe how good I am now with updating this story! - It's so great that I actually have to time to remember this little fic here, small compared to everything else I've written.
Thanks again for the wonderful reviews.
(I love this song, mang)
Anthony works in the
grocery store
Savin' his pennies for someday
Mama leone left
a note on the door,
She said,
Sonny, move out to the
country.
Workin' too hard can give me
A heart attack
You
oughta know by now
Who needs a house out in hackensack?
Is
that what you get with your money?
Chorus
It seems such a
waste of time
If that's what it's all about
If that's
movin' up then I'm movin' out.
Sergeant o'leary is
walkin' the beat
At night he becomes a bartender
He works at
mister cacciatore's down
On sullivan street
Across from the
medical center
He's tradin' in his chevy for a cadillac
You
oughta know by now
And if he can't drive
With a broken
back
At least he can polish the fenders
Movin' Out
Tomoyo held the cell phone father from he ear, rolling her eyes at Sakura. "Yes mom, I comprehend you! I have to buy a new apartment, right? Because you are moving out to Hokkaido. Way to move there, by the way, your country of origin suddenly looks so much better, I suppose?"
Something akin to screeching could be heard from the other line.
She sighed as the voice continued rambling on. "Mom, I'm a big girl now at 22 years of age. I can take care of myself, I assure you."
Eriol looked up from the large bag of potato chips covering most of his face, crumbs hung off his lips like they were glued. "I doubt that, dear."
With a glare, she swatted at his blue head of hair then, replying to the voice again: "Yes mom, as soon as possible. You know how I am with schedules." And she hung up, shoving the tiny technological device into her left coat pocket.
Sakura faced her with a small smile, reminiscing. "Remember back in high school when we thought we'd be roommates? Wasn't that such fun thinking?"
Tomoyo blinked bemusedly, "Yeah…"
Then she grinned crazily. "Oh Sakura what a spectacular idea! You're just a genius now, aren't you?"
Sakura was glomped and tackled to the ground, sweat dropping.
Eriol decided to break the mood slyly, "So you'll live closer to me now, Daidouji. Much closer."
She groaned.
(oOo)
You could barely see Sakura's face above the box she carried in her arms, tripping up the steps. Eriol was dragging a loveseat not far behind on the long staircase.
"So she decides to leave me, the knight in distress, weak and all, with the large piece of furniture yet you Sakura, a single box."
The green-eyed female just shrugged happily, "It's still fairly heavy." She just missed tumbling over a tissue box discarded on the itchy stairs.
Eriol growled at it like it was his arch-nemesis in the back of his throat. Not unusual for someone of his oddities. They finally reached the comfortable looking apartment, shoving the door open with feet and clambering in.
"Rrrrk…" Mr. Hirigizawa lifted and pushed the loveseat back against a random wall. He then stood on it, smug and glee.
There were boxes everywhere. Clothes packed tightly in suitcases and C.D.s and movies. Strangely, luckily yet scarily all of Tomoyo's things were labeled in light purple.
Sakura whined at the sight. "E gads, who labels their crap?"
Eriol just laughed, a sparkle in his eyes as he glanced around the dimly lit room. "A bit OCD, isn't she?" Now the smaller girl nodded vigorously.
"Let's just say, you have no idea, Hirigizawa." Tomoyo called from the hallway, a package the size of Maine in her hands. She tripped and stumbled trying to get through the packing, falling face first into the blue-white rug.
Eriol of course, went into hysterics, laughing and pointing.
Sakura offered a hand, kindly. "Let's go out to lunch and take a break." She wiped some sweat from her brow and let out a long breath. "Gawd."
Tomoyo helped lift herself up. "Sure. Just not with the insane thing over there." She jabbed her thumb in the direction fo Eriol, who smiled myseriously.
Like he always did.
"Now, now, you know that won't be happening until I find a date. But if you're offering Daidouji…."
Tomoyo smacked him on the back of his skull. "I don't think so." She linked arms with Sakura and sniffed. "Come on, Sakura, let's go."
Eriol rubbed the back of his head and smirked. "Rawr. You're no fun."
(oOo)
Getting a free taxi ride to "Becco" should have been great except…the setting is Manhattan, here people, there's always traffic.
Through the honks and shouts uptown, Tomoyo banged her head on the glass car window, groaning. "I knew we should have walked."
Eriol was just smiling at himself in the mirror and whistling a cheerful tune as he moved the car along like all the rest, a snail.
Sakura made a bemused face and joined in on the whistling, almost just as cheery.
"Don't turn to the dark side, Sakura! You're the only one I have left! The joy..it's..it's..killing me?"
Gasp.
"Really?"
(oOo)
Their waiter was beginning to show signs of discomfort, staring at the odd trio at their messy table. It was always an interesting time when you were with Eriol or Tomoyo, Sakura mused.
Utensils were stabbed in skin and on the floor.
Eriol was enjoying the time he was not impaled while Tomoyo seethed at the saucy rigatoni in her raven locks.
Sakura sat back in her chair, smiling mildly and trying to calm her best friend of 20 years down. That was all thwarted as the soup passed by and a large evil grin crossed Ms. Daidouji's face.
She seized the soup with two hands and – "SPLASH!"
Eriol was covered in a warm sticky fluid.
Tomoyo cackled maniacally at the sight while Sakura could only gape at the destruction of his clothes. He swiped a finger over his shirt and put it to his lips. "Mm..not bad."
Laughter resounded about the dining room and almost everyone turned to gaze. One man continued chattering on about his business, obviously a salesman, until an elbow was shoved in his ribcage.
Silence then.
The waiter snarled as he threw all three of them out of the door and onto their behinds.
They were still laughing.
---Let's call that the end of chapter 11. .