Cardcaptor Sakura
Author Notes:
Yay! I didn't take a year to update the 3rd chappie! I took..(checks calender), about 12 days? (ducks from rotten eggs). well, that's a marked improvement from 365 days, isn't it! I'm progressing in my speed, and anyway, I had a good excuse! I was holidaying the past week in korea, and I'm soo glad to be back 'cause I couldn't stand the biting cold there! Brrr .
To celebrate my homecoming as well, ahoy to this chappie, and thank you for the kind reviews even after my long hiatus !
Mysterio000
What You Do About Me
At dinner that night, Daidouji Sonomi watched her daughter in silent surprise as the latter downed 3 bowls of rice and helped a second serving of soup. She had politely questioned if her daughter felt all right, and she had merely smiled and gave a sweet okay.
Still, Sonomi was not convinced.
An hour after dinner, Sonomi Daidouji peered out of the kitchen window to see her daughter running up and down the steps of the small hill behind their garden. Tomoyo was dressed in sports gear, and she was counting under her breath the number of steps she was left with.
Sonomi took it that her daughter had a school marathon to prepare.
But it was still not quite right.
When she knocked on her daughter's door that night, she heard loud hip-hop music blasting from the hi-five stereo system in Tomoyo's room. She peeked in curiously, and found her daughter leisurely sprawled out on her soft bed sheets reading a magazine.
Feeling something was fishy, she asked, "Are you quite alright, honey?"
Tomoyo giggled, smiling up at her mother, "Why would I not be, mommy?"
Sonomi hesitated. "Is there an intensive marathon you're training for? You've been behaving--"
"Hey mommy, I've got a question for you."
"Yes, honey?"
"Murder is a crime, right?"
Sonomi was not quite sure if she had heard her correctly. Had she asked that elementary question known to all mortals that graced the world? She predicted the look she gave her daughter was one of incredulity, for Tomoyo giggled and pat her mother's lap next.
"Sorry, mom. I was just asking."
"Are you studying law this term, honey?"
"No, no."
Silence hung.
"You alright, honey?"
"Mummy, what will you say to me if I tell you I'm about to enter a very tough marathon, and I have to go on an intensive training to emerge victorious in it?"
Sonomi smiled, feeling her lips tilting at the corner. So that was it. Her daughter was running for a school marathon? Trust her to be so actively involved in sports in her new school already.
"Go for it, honey," Sonomi ruffled her daughter's hair lovingly, "And no matter what obstacles you face in the running--"
"Head for the finishing line, isn't it, mom?" Tomoyo grinned. "That's what daddy always says."
Sonomi grinned. "Yes, sweetie."
"A Daidouji perseveres!" Tomoyo pumped her fist into the air.
No, the Bad Blue-eyed Boy had no hopes of turning her life topsy-turvy! She would determine her fate, and she would make it go the way she wanted it to. As long as Eriol would not murder her and end her life, she still stood a chance in this deathly duel, even if her strength and wealth was one hundredth of his.
Tomoyo rubbed her fists together.
Sticks and stones cannot break me at all! You'll see, B3!
Tomoyo entered the gates of Mariott the next day cautiously.
She looked left, and then right.
No hordes of fan girls running after her with knives. That was good enough.
Carefully, she walked towards the locker room. She must not take her chances. She had expected the worst. Bloody inscriptions on her locker, a skull bone inside, a chicken clucking when she opens it…
At least, those were the numerous deeds B3 had apparently been capable of, as heard from Kinomoto Sakura. He had done it to previously expelled students before. Either that, or they had willingly quitted school.
Tomoyo fingered her locker for a while and peeked into the small hole.
Something looked fishy in there.
She heard a giggle from behind her, and she pivoted on her heels to catch hold of the person. She saw two ladies running away from the room, and her heart skipped a beat.
Uh-oh.
Saying a quick prayer under her breath, she yanked open her locker and stared hard and long into it.
"Empty!" She exclaimed in disbelief. She stuck her head in and looked around. How could it be empty? She had stuff loads of completed homework and thick textbooks into it! How could all of it be gone! And half of the worksheets inside her locker were to be submitted today!
"Good morning."
She turned, and saw herself looking up into the grinning Cheshire cat-like eyes of Hiiragizawa Eriol. She was about to shoot daggers into his eyes when he walked off almost as quickly as he had came.
Her homework! Where had he hid it?
"Hiiragizawa Eriol! Give me back my homework! Now!"
Of course, she never really had gotten her homework back, which was well equivalent to 2 hours of detention given by Mr. Kirensky after school.
And then, not by miracle of miracles, scenarios after scenarios rolled after one another.
She returned to class after morning break, to find her jacket in charred flames, and like a zillion holes pierced into it.
She seethed, and dumped her jacket into the garbage bin.
During geography lesson, she was packing her books on her table when the ceiling above started…dripping water?
"Mr. Tableo! My books…They're all wet! The ceiling is dripping water!"
And what had she gotten? The teacher had apparently not believed the ceiling was raining, and had demand her to reflect on her inappropriate behavior with another extra hour detention after school tomorrow.
On the way to grab a quick sandwich during lunch while rushing through another project deadline, someone hidden from sight suddenly rushed out to grab her hand, and he lifted a bucket of cold water above her head.
By human instinct, she ran. And that man chased her all the way to the girls' restrooms. Not observing propriety, the man dashed in, cornered her, and emptied the whole bucket onto her body.
She emerged in three conditions - tired, cold, and angry.
When she looked down at her skirt, she realized the ends of it had been snipped off pretty badly.
And then, her slippers had been sliced into ribbons.
"You are a moron if there ever was, bloody blue-eyed boy!" Tomoyo's voice echoed throughout the women cubicles, and she ran out barefooted towards the cafeteria. "I never ate your favorite chocolate, I never told on you to the principal, I never did anything horrible next to hell to you!"
Passer-bys were beginning to deem her as a hysterical maniac.
"So what if you have money! Big deal!" She muttered under her breath as she dumped her slippers into the dustbin.
She walked by a group of girls that pointed at her mockingly, laughing behind her back. They were part of the huge intake of girls that formed Eriol's number one fan club of all times, naming themselves Eriol's Angels after a popular hit movie called Charlie Angels.
One by one, everyone in the cafeteria turned to her, giggling and snorting.
She ignored them, and strode up to a certain boy in the midst of the eating crowd. She spotted him easily. Blue hair, blue eyes. And a very, very cocky face. He was with that wine factory heir again.
Fine then.
He spotted her, and when he did, he raised his eyes to meet her angry amethyst ones easily. His lips tilted into a smirk, and he combed his fingers through his tendrils.
"Hi, Daidouji." She hated the way he smiled at her.
She willed herself not to punch him at the moment. Anger preservation was important at a crucial time like this.
She gritted her teeth. "Hiiragizawa."
"Yes?" He smirked at her.
She folded her arms. She did not like the way he was looking oh so happy gazing at the way she looked like she had just stepped out of a mud bath.
"Had fun?" He asked, biting down the laughter that choked his throat at the disheveled sight of her. Served her right for messing with his grades. He had gotten an awful rebuke from his father last night when he told him his new math results.
"Fun? Are you crazy!" Tomoyo no longer cared that she had gotten the whole cafeteria to be her audience in this interesting conversation. "You are either a sadist, or a descendant of Adolf Hitler! Forget that, Hitler died without any children after him. You are simply a…a…JERK!"
The people in the cafeteria froze. Ever since the last student was expelled by the doings of Hiiragizawa Eriol, no one had dared called the latter names that were not so polite at all.
To the surprise of every onlookers, the boy had merely grinned. "What can you do about me?"
He was right. What could she do about him? He had money, he had popularity, he had friends all over the globe. But still--
Eriol stood up and gave Syaoran a fleeting look. "I'll catch you later, Syaoran." And then he walked out of the cafeteria.
If Tomoyo was angry, she was fuming now. That cheek of him to ignore her like that!
She ran after him barefooted. He was heading towards the parking lot.
"Don't think you can just run away like that!" The sound of her feet pitter-pattered against the hard ground as she chased after him. Man, the pebbled stones lying around the parking lot sure hurt a lot! Still, she persevered.
"Eriol, you're a total meanie and a Class-A jerk! So what if you have a zillion fan clubs! So what if you have a dad who owns three hundred hotels around the world! So what if you are the almighty bad blue-eyed boy whom everyone fears! So what--"
In one second, he pinned her to the wall again.
His face was dangerously close to hers, and she winced from the painful way he gripped her wrist.
"How would you like to shut up?" He asked menacingly, though there was no denying the smirk that caught the end of his lips.
"If you think you can make my life hell and push me to quit school, you're wrong!" Her eyes were set aflame with determination. "A Daidouji perseveres!"
"I'm glad to hear that, thank you. Now would you please not wring my ears off with your banshee screaming?"
"I am NOT a banshee!"
"You scream like one."
"Are you saying I sound like an animal?"
He rolled his eyes. He must had lost his head to hold such a corny, lame, stupid conversation with this girl who had lost half her wits and dignity in a day looking like that and yelling at him. Still, he had to admit she had been pretty brave to stand up to him in front of the large crowd.
"You are a pain in the ass. Don't you know what I'm capable of, Daidouji?" He glared into her eyes. "My father can make your father bankrupt, he can close your mother's company down, he can make your parents live in poverty together with you forever."
Tomoyo's eyes grew wide. "D-Don't you dare!" You, Daidouji Tomoyo, are one stupid woman. He could finish her off in one stroke, it was okay with her. But having her family threatened by this clownish person? She loved her parents too much to drag them down with her unfortunate plight. No, she would not allow it.
"I am the almighty blue-eyed boy, yo."
"Don't you 'yo' me! And you are far from almighty, you sadistic jerk!"
"Do NOT ever insult the way I talk, nor call me names."
"Hello?" She mocked in a singsong voice, "If I remembered correctly, 'sadistic jerk' is a mild vocabulary term to use on a bloody maniac like you who does nothing but bully innocent girls like me all day!"
She winced outwardly. She wouldn't be surprised if she went home - that is if she ever managed to - with a bruised swollen wrist today.
"Innocent girls like YOU?" Eriol wanted to laugh. The girl was obviously crazed. "You are innocent? Now that's a joke."
"Ha ha. I'm laughing. Very funny, Eriol. Now let me go! My hands hurt!"
He did not oblige, instead, he spoke.
"Now that you've learnt your lesson and of the consequences when you piss a B3 off, do not ever bother me again. I hate people who scream like banshees into my ear without a reason."
"I said I do not sound like an animal--"
"I shall choose not to converse with a bothersome creature like you."
He abruptly changed course, and pivoted on the heels to make way for the elevator in the distance. It would take him to the basement, and he could make a detour to the cafeteria again and pry himself away from this mad woman who was beginning to drive him to the brink of insanity and sanity.
"Eriol!"
"What do you want now, you animal?"
He was making his way faster than ever. No one had ever dare stalked him like that.
"You made me suffer profound losses, and I demand you pay them back!" She had to jog on the pebbled ground to catch up with his long strides. It was a bad, bad day. Her wrists hurt, and she could feel her feet being torn apart by the stupid stones pricking at her skin.
"You made my father rebuke me the whole night since of yesterday. Weighing our losses, I think mine is much more profound."
"Really? Your father yelled at you?"
He halted in his tracks and stared hard and long at the girl. God, he really hated this woman. What was it with her anyway? She could looked all disheveled and ragged and crumpled in the clothes with her hair flying all over the place, and still having the energy to banter with him and challenge him?
He arrived at a simple conclusion. The girl was mad. She was either too brave, or too bored out of her mind to want to mess with him.
And now, she actually giggled before him.
She was giggling? How could a sane being be giggling after having her shoes sliced, her jacket burnt, her body soaked in cold water even have the happy emotion in her heart after a long day?
Daidouji Tomoyo was mad.
"Yes, he yelled at me. Happy?"
She was following him all the way to the elevator now. That was bad. Stalked by a crazy woman. May God save him.
"I still demand another jacket and another pair of shoes. Regarding my other losses--"
"Is is that hard for you to keep your mouth shut for a doggone minute?"
She stuck out her tongue, said something like 'you can't make me!' and ran after him into the elevator which doors were closing in. She made it in time.
"Why are you following me?" He looked pissed.
"Because you owe me." She folded her arms. "Look, I'm cold, tired, sore, looking like a beggar, all because of YOU! Are you that heartless to not help me in anyway possible?"
"Too bad." He scoffed, and looked to the ceiling as the elevator moved down to the basement.
"Meanie. Jerk. Clown. Moron. Idiot." She said out loud.
That was the last straw for B3. He pierced daggers into her eyes with his. "Do you want your family to live in poverty or not?"
On cue, her mouth closed and she shut up.
The elevator was silent, except for the sound it made as it moved in between two floors.
And then, there was a jerk, and a slight tremor that shook the elevator.
The elevator came to a standstill.
Tomoyo steadied herself with the handlebars, before looking about frantically. The silence that hung was ominous, even as Eriol hastily leant forward to press every button available on the menu screen before them.
Silence. Not a sound of movement as the elevator they stood in stopped moving.
"No way." Tomoyo breathed.
Eriol cursed. "Of all the stupid things."
Tsuzuku
Poor, poorr people!
I really hoped all hell do not break loose in the elevator because it apparently seems that they don't like each other THAT much.
. Oh wells, be kind, and click on the review button okay? It's the one in purple/bluee, and it really really looks pretty irresistible to click on, doncha think? Winks.
If you do not drop a review…then…I shall devise the worst plans and turn Eriol into a banshee in the elevator in the next chappie by none other than Tomoyo! Bwahahaha.
Oh btw, if they are any mistakes in grammar/spelling etc. do pardon me, for I was rushing through this chappie amidst my tight schedule (ahhh! Even during the holidays, yes!)
Cheers!
mysterio000