Cardcaptor Sakura
Author Notes:
Miracles of all miracles, I actually continued an E/T fic 1 year from the first time I published it, and yay, it's back! Well, I am aware of the consequence of continuing a fic that is almost considered 'ancient' in terms, but still, now that my biggest exam in my life is over, I think it would be fun to try it out once again! I'm also considering finishing my TouyaxNakuru ficcie in 'Love is Crazy' once I'm done with this chappie.
Well, one year IS long, and if my writing style has changed, or is no longer the same, pardon me! Even writers go rusty sometimes! ) Give me more time to brush up on my skills again, yes, no?
In anyway, a brief summary of the first chappie to catch up again on what the ficcie is about. This is a total AU fic, meaning it is non-canon completely. Eriol is a rich kid in Mariott School, and Tomoyo, very unfortunately has incurred his wrath when all she asked was for his fountain pen when hers ran out of ink in a history test. Thereby, Eriol told on Tomoyo that she was cheating in a test when she was apparently innocent.
Taadaa, it's been awhile, and let it all begin again, as ExT creates a world of magic on its own!
Mysterio000
p.s. rockin' on!
What You Do About Me
For 3 hours and 45 minutes, plus a little bit more of a few nanoseconds, Daidouji Tomoyo stood outside the principal office like a carved stone statue and tolerated mocking and taunting stares from schoolmates that passed her by.
In the first hour, she looked away, willing to disregard the not-very-nice glares.
In the second hour, when the people that walked by her started laughing and pointing fingers, she began to get peeved a little. She folded her arms, frowning.
In the third hour, when the minute hand of the clock had yet to point to 9, she was stomping her feet on the ground and glaring back at those who dared challenge stares at her. Hey, Daidouji Tomoyo looked like a good girl, but she was a good competitor in staring challenges, too!
45 minutes passed the third hour, she decided she had had enough. What right had Hiiragizawa to actually command the principal - the principal of all people! - to detain her for 4 hours? It was impossible, it was outrageous and horribly absurd.
"I'm telling you, I did not cheat, Mr. Kadowaki!" She wanted to pull her hair out. Accused of cheating on the first day of school? Not a very good impression.
"Ah…Daidouji Tomoyo, it is only your first day so…"
"Mr. Kadowaki!" Tomoyo jerked her thumb behind, "That guy accused me of cheating! I merely asked him for--"
Eriol had the guts to smirk. He was calm and collected, and he placed a hand on his chin. "She asked me in which year did Stalin began collectivization. Obviously I knew the answer, Mr. Kadowaki, but I found it too mean to deprive a lady here of her education by aiding her in a test."
Tomoyo spun around. If looks could kill, Eriol would be dead by now.
"You are a big fat liar."
"It takes a liar to spot a liar." Eriol added calmly, all the while grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Ooooh, how she wanted to smash her knuckles into his face, to have her five knuckles imprinted into the side of his cheeks! She had tried her very best to avoid incurring his wrath, and he had to graciously incur hers! Ah, yes, she had not missed the rumors of B3 being a prankster, but playing a prank to this extent was intolerable in her regard.
Tomoyo folded her arms, and watched the fiery red digits of the faraway clock ticked its way to the 4th hour. Daidouji Tomoyo might not be an heiress to 12 Daidouji hotels, nor have a father that owned a humongous school, but Daidouji Tomoyo inherited something dangerous and lethal from good genes, and she knew the best way to put it to good use always.
For the next hour, Daidouji Tomoyo racked her brains, concocted, devised ways and means, and finally, finally, came up with something.
B3 might be God in Mariott, but like everyone, he was human, too. And a human was not exactly undefeatable.
"Tomoyo-san?" Sakura called out at the other end of the line.
"Hai, Sakura-san, I called to ask you something." Daidouji Tomoyo was in a rush, and she gripped the phone tightly.
"Ooh, if you wanted to ask if I believed you were cheating, I really don't. We all know B3 is a mean prankster, but you know, he always has his ways and all and--"
"Listen, Sakura, does that…well, b3, does he fear anything?"
"Nani?" Sakura rounded her wide green eyes.
"I mean, even the headmaster of Mariott is afraid of him. But, surely there is someone he fears, right? I heard Mariott is managed by Hiiragizawa Ethan, does it mean there might be a chance B3 would fear his father?" Tomoyo asked, though her suspicions were already half confirmed. If they were proven wrong, her efforts in thinking for this late afternoon would be totally wasted.
"Well," Sakura thought for a moment, "I supposed."
"His grades have always been flawless, though, despite his pranks and truancy, right?"
Sakura narrowed her eyes, "Tomoyo-san, how do you know all this?"
Tomoyo pictured the studious image of B3 crouching over his history test, hard at work, before a giggle flowed with her breath. "Oh, it was an assumption. Arigatou, Sakura."
"Tomoyo? I know what B3 did was a little…overboard. He doesn't do things like that to a newbie on his or her first day, but surely you're not thinking of--" She was about to utter the word 'revenge', when the raven-haired lady cut her off.
"Sakura-san," she continued in a sweet voice, "A test result for a test result."
Tomoyo hung up.
"Demo, Tomoyo-san!" Sakura spoke to no one in particular, but felt her heart clamming in fear. No one ever got away when paying revenge to the blue-eyed boy. The end was always the same - they got expelled and ended up on two bended knees begging for Hiiragizawa Eriol to have his father accept him back into high school.
That night, at the dining table, Tomoyo ate three bowls of rice, a plate of green vegetables and downed five bottles of mineral water. She left her parents staring at her in a bemused ; befuddled manner, but all she did was smile gracefully.
"Tomoyo, are you alright?" Her mother asked, worry etched all over her face as she watched her daughter grab the third bowl of rice.
She answered with a smile, "Hai, okaa-san. The first day of school had been very interesting."
Tomoyo glanced at the living hall clock. She would have to be in school early tomorrow to accomplish her task.
Actually, Hiiragizawa Eriol had not planned anything on being overly mean to the new girl. Now, coming to think of it, he wanted to laugh at his sudden inspiration to play a prank - anything prank - on that new girl. He hated the way she was taking the test like it was all a breeze to her. He hated the way she could look so calm and cheerful at her seat.
He merely wanted to experiment a little to test the temper and patience of that dear newcomer. Apparently, her temper was just as volatile as his. When she had yelled at him, he had been sweetly satisfied.
Ahh, a special someone. No girls in Mariott had yelled at him before.
School was getting quite interesting, he mused as he climbed over the school gate once more. He had hit 24 snoozes today, and school was ending anytime soon. Well, as long as he received an A again for his math marks, it was satisfactory just coming back to school to see it.
That is, if he did.
It was lunch break, and he managed to merge into the crowd like always, unspotted. Syaoran was out in the basketball court with a bunch of other players, along with Yamazaki. He considered joining them for a while, when his ears pricked at the sound of footsteps.
He turned, before feeling a grin taking place at his lips.
Daidouji Tomoyo.
What an interesting noon.
"Had a wonderful yesterday, I guess?" He couldn't stop smirking like an idiot. It was so much fun being a prankster.
To his quiet surprise, she smiled back as sweetly.
"Have a wonderful today, then, Hiiragizawa Eriol."
And then she was gone before he could comprehend her words.
He stared after her. She still had that mysterious smile on her face as if she knew something he did not know. Damn her, why did she have to appear out of nowhere and ruin his reputation of being an almighty God feared by all? Why did she NOT fear him?
He frowned a little, before noticing that Daidouji Tomoyo did look kind of cute. Svelte frame, black curls, porcelain features, amethyst alluring eyes --
Wait a minute, Hiiragizawa Eriol ogling at a girl?
He shook his head. His brains must had malfunctioned for a while back there.
"Daidouji Tomoyo scored the highest in the math test with a 93."
The class cheered, and the teacher noticed that the boys in class were tormenting themselves too much these days with a little hormone overdrive ever since the raven-haired lass graced the class with her presence.
Behind, Hiiragizawa Eriol frowned. He was not happy. His temper was teetering on the brink of exploding and controlling. Since when had anyone actually dared snatch his number one place of being on top of the class since day one? Since when had anyone actually dared to be more intelligent, smarter than anyone else but him?
It was intolerable, and it was, ARGH, again, all because of her.
He glared at the person seated before him, and grunted.
"Oh, and Hiiragizawa Eriol, please come here for a moment."
His heart skipped a beat. He had not received his test results. He walked up front to receive a sheet of paper, and he saw those bloody red marks. As in, really bloody red marks that he bloody did not want to see in his life ever again.
He actually FAILED his math paper?
Discipline stilled his mouth from gaping like a chicken or a big ducky. He clenched his fists, staring at the teacher. Why did he feel like he could throttle anyone and strangle that frightened teacher right this instant? The more he considered it, the more it seemed like an appropriate idea.
The teacher cowered a little.
His voice came out like a slithering snake. "I failed? Impossible." His voice was steel.
"Hiiragizawa, perhaps you need to review a little on your algebraic expressions and trigo ratios?" The teacher suggested timidly. Eriol looked like he could kill anyone this moment, and being in front of him right now was NOT a very safe place to be in.
Fuming, he flipped through his math paper and to his utter horror, he had actually left the trigo and algebra questions blank!
And the test WAS on trigonometry ratios and algebraic equations.
"This is insane!" Eriol yelled out, flinging the test paper on the ground.
The class questioned, and froze in their seats, saved for one lady.
The teacher dropped her math textbook and it hit her foot. She did not yell out in pain, nor did she fidget a little.
Everyone stared and crossed their fingers simultaneously.
Eriol was angry, and that was VERY, VERY bad.
"H-Hiiragizawa, I didn't mean to--" The teacher prayed for her life that she would not get the sack like the other teacher who had criticized Eriol's English essay before. Perhaps she could have closed both eyes and gave him top marks in the math test! Why oh why did she even failed him in the first place! "Hiiragizawa--"
"Shut up!" He growled.
The class cowered in fright.
Eriol stared at his math paper. He remembered completing the paper. He remembered filling in EACH and EVERY question with much ease. This was crazy. This was impossible!
He stared harder at the paper, before squinting his eyes at it.
It was not his handwriting in the first place! But right on top of every page was written clearly: Hiiragizawa Eriol! Someone was out to frame him and give him bad grades for maths, his best subject!
But who?
"Have a wonderful today, then, Hiiragizawa Eriol."
Revelation came. His head jerked up, and stared in the direction of his seat; of her seat.
Daidouji Tomoyo caught his glare, and she simply smiled sweetly.
He could almost hear her voice, Revenge is sweet.
He clenched his fists and stormed out of the classroom.
"If that's the way you want it, fine by me. Two can play the game."
He was, after all, Hiiragizawa Eriol, and he was undefeatable by his standards.
Daidouji Tomoyo had hell to pay.
"Tomoyo, how could you do that! You'll get expelled! B3 will make you wish you'd rather be at the 18th level of hell's gate! He'll burn you! He'll make your life miserable! Your school life will never be the same again, I promise you!" Whether Sakura Kinomoto was saying it out of sheer sympathy or fear, Tomoyo did not know.
"Sakura," Tomoyo giggled, "Don't make it out to be so serious. Surely Hiiragizawa will not be that awful and mean, right?"
"You're crazy. CRAZY!" Sakura was ranting on again. "He'll get you killed, or worst, slaughtered! He has a hundred chauffeurs! Just a flick of his finger and he'll have one of them kidnap you!"
Tomoyo hesitated, thought over, before grinning. "Well, if he did that, I'll kick his chauffeur so hard, they'll see stars!"
Sakura sighed in half desperation, half exasperation. "Tomoyo, I've been in the same school with B3 from elementary years till now. I know him well - he's an insane teenager! He either suffered from a miserable childhood or --"
Tomoyo pointed a finger ahead. "Speak of the devil."
Sakura almost literally froze. "N-Nani…?"
Eriol leant against their lockers. He was apparently waiting for one of them.
Spotting them, he now launched himself up and stood straight, his eyes intently set on the amethyst-eyed girl.
"Daidouji Tomoyo." His voice was hard. Not a good sign. Definitely not. "I need to talk to you. Alone."
"Good luck." Sakura whispered. She got the hint, and walked away as quickly as possible. She hoped to the gods he had not heard her calling him an insane teenager deprived of a proper childhood.
For the first time, Tomoyo wondered if she had done the right thing by paying revenge. How mean could Eriol get?
She was just about to find out.
Well, since she was already in deep trouble, might as well go into it.
She stepped forward, and before she knew it, he was pinning her onto the lockers. Her back slammed onto the steel metal quite painfully.
Now, he really looked as if ready to gobble her up in one go.
Composure, Tomoyo! Don't look afraid!
"What do you want?" Her voice came out slightly wobbly, but she stilled it.
"You are a dead woman." He spat out.
Up close and personal, she realized he looked quite cute. She noticed the color his eyes - dark azure - a very special color that matched fittingly with his hair. Tendrils of equally blue hair hung down in a disheveled manner, and he looked pretty, well, cute.
She wanted to hammer herself in the head. What was she thinking? Here he was, threatening to murder her any moment, and she was thinking he was…CUTE?
"A test result for a test result." She said, trying not to let the pain of her back and the way he was grabbing her hand painfully get to her.
He fumed even more, pinning her onto the wall more strongly. She flinched a little at the pain.
"Bitch."
"Don't call me that!"
"No one messes with me, AND my results. You did all that, in one day."
"Well, what can you do about me then?" She challenged. She decided enough was enough. If he was going to make her life hell, then so be it. She would NOT lose! Daidouji Tomoyo was a competitor!
"What can I do about you?" He sneered, before a snide grin took his lips.
"Watch and learn, Daidouji Tomoyo. One does not mess with a Hiiragizawa."
"Likewise, a Daidouji."
They exchanged glares.
Yes, two would play the game.
Tsuzuku
Whee! well, if you people out there worry over my rocky hiatus status and updating times again, fret not. (gives a sheepish grin). My holidays are here, and I have loads of time to do the next chapter. So yes, you can expect the next one to be up less than one year later. (ducks from rotten eggs), I mean! real soon! That is, if you clickie the review button below and be a good person to me ))
Cookies for all who does, and I doubt a thousand apologies will suffice for the year long wait for those who still waited (if there be any still!) , so I'll gradually make up to all of you with more chappies to come, yes, no?
Mysterio000