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Accidental

Chapter Thirteen

Moon Kitty 2005

June 6th, 2006

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Eriol smiled at Sakura from outside the doorway, bowing slightly at the waist. "I had such a pleasant time with you tonight, Sakura. I hope that we can go eat lunch maybe tomorrow or sometime soon."

She nodded, holding the rose he had given her to her chest. "Yes, we should."

"May I kiss you goodnight?"

She blushed and nodded hesitantly, surprised when he simply stepped forward and placed his lips on her cheek for a brief moment. She blushed even harder as she realized she had been pursing her lips.

"I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything," he chuckled, waving slightly as he jogged down the stairs.

She raised a hand to her cheek, smiling. Eriol really is a nice guy. It's no wonder Tomoyo loves him. She reached behind her to shut the door, looking down at the carpeting, and was startled as a foot was stuck in the door, and her eyes trailed up a tall, male body before her emerald eyes connected with furious amber ones.

"S-Syaoran!" she whispered, shocked. "What are you doing here this time of night?"

"What I should be asking," he said, raising an eyebrow at her, "is why you came home so late?"

Sakura stared at him, incredulous that he would even dare to try and demand where she had been. As far as she was concerned, it was her own damn business! "I don't see how that should concern you, Syaoran. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to bed. I have work in the morning."

He persisted, his foot still stuck in the door as he muttered, "You may not think it's my business, Sakura, but I do."

She looked at him skeptically. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Nevermind!" he yelled, stalking off to his apartment like a wounded dog.

She simply rolled her eyes and shut her door, firmly locking it before trotting to her room to get a good night's sleep.

Syaoran's been acting so weird lately... I wonder why.

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- Two days later -

Eriol knocked soundly on the apartment door, waiting for a moment before the door opened to reveal Tomoyo, biting her lip nervously. "Is Sakura here?"

She shook her head gently. "No, she's still at work. She won't be home until around eight tonight. I'm sorry, Eriol."

Something about the way she said his name sent shivers down his back and he smiled cautiously at her. "That's all right. Is it okay if I come in?"

There was an awkward silence before the woman nodded and stepped aside to allow him in. "Sure."

He wiped his feet on the rug and settled himself on the couch, watching her retreat to the kitchen. He dimly wondered why someone like her didn't have a boyfriend or anything. He sat back against the couch, slinging an arm over the back of it, staring at her. She really is pretty... "Tomoyo, can I ask you something?"

She poked her head out of the kitchen and smiled at him. "What is it?"

"I'm sorry if it's being too forward, but... why don't you have a boyfriend?" He played with his hand nervously, anxiously awaiting her answer for a moment before wondering just why he was so eager to hear her answer, yet dreading it in a sense.

She seemed startled, the smile fading from her face, and Eriol mentally kicked himself. "Well, Eriol... I don't have a boyfriend because... well... I'm in love with someone."

He felt his heart give a strange little skip before he bit the inside of his cheek. "Who?"

Tomoyo's eyes saddened and she glanced at him before sitting on the couch next to him. "I'm in love with someone who can't love me back... I'm in love with someone that I've kept a secret from, but I'm afraid that when I tell him, he'll hate me."

He placed a reassuring hand on hers and smiled at her warmly. Tomoyo felt shivers worm their way up her back. "I'm sure he won't."

She pushed a stray hair behind her ear and smiled wistfully down at the floor. "But he's in love with my best friend. But... she's not who he thinks she is." And with that mysterious statement hanging in the air, she got up, returning to the kitchen to finish making dinner.

What the hell is that supposed to mean? Eriol wondered, genuinely confused.

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Sakura opened the front door, slipping off her shoes wearily before throwing her keys haphazardly on the coffee table. "Tomoyo! Are you here?"

"Yeah, Sakura, I just finished dinner," was her response.

She smiled. "Great."

"Um... Eriol... stopped by."

The words froze her in her tracks and she walked to the kitchen, gazing at Tomoyo sympathetically. "Are you okay?"

She shook her head. "I have no idea, Sakura. I still love him, even though I resent everything that's going on... but I have no choice. I'm the one that screwed everything up. I can't believe I pretended to be you."

The other girl walked back to the door to lock it, a million thoughts running rampant through her head. Why is everything so confusing? Why does this have to hurt so much? I can't keep lying to him... and where the hell has Syaoran been? I haven't seen him in a long time... Almost as if on cue, as Sakura went to lock the front door, it flew open, none other than an angry Syaoran standing in the doorway. Her heart leapt in her chest. "S-Syaoran, I-"

"I need to talk to you," he said brusquely, reaching forward and grabbing her wrist, pulling her out of the apartment and tugging her into his.

"What the hell are you doing?" she half-shrieked, trying to catch her balance.

He didn't even bother to answer her question and stood in front of her, arms crossed. "Who's this guy you've been seeing?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

She ran a hand nervously through her hair before sighing. "It's a long story. Tomoyo-"

"She already told me everything," he interrupted. "I'm not asking for an explanation. I'm asking you how you feel about him."

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Authoress Notes

Kitty: How is she going to answer?

Moon: Why are you asking them? They're the readers. They don't know what's going to happen. You're the one writing it. God, sometimes I just wanna-

Kitty: (crosses arms) Well... if I'm the writer, then... I can just do this. (types something into the computer)

Moon: I am a pansy little girl with no emotions, and I take pleasure in other people's pain. I deserve a big kick in the ass. (blinks) HEY!

Kitty: (snickers)