What Love Could Do To A Man

Chp2

The falling orange leaves fluttered to a nearby lake. Thousands of the colorful bold leaves landed softly in the cold but pure water. A pack of snow white swans appeared fluttering their wings with the drops of liquid making a perfect sencery. All was peaceful and everything was calm.

"UGH!"... I take it back.. everbody was peaceful and everything was calm.. BUT a certain man that was siting behind the bushes.

"UGH!" really what the hell was that freaking noise? I am just talking to myself again or what?

The man was Eriol Hiiragazawa, he was one of the well known artist now living in England.

People had been trying to buy his art but refuses the fame and to be in a world of money. Who wouldn't want fame and fortune? Eriol lived beside the lake but about two blocks away? He has night sky eyes (an: I love Eriol's eyes!.. and Syaoran too..lol) a strong bod, soft blue bangs and a gentle smile that every girl will melt.

Since over the years.. Eriol has these girl problem.. I'll tell you later.. but let's see how Eriol will meet Tomoyo.

"UGH!" there goes another anoyying sound.

"I can't... paint.. fuck!" he yelled. Eriol's left hand was holding on (a/n: What are those called again?) a light wolden cut out board with different colors pastered on each different corners, some in the middle some in different angles. Blue, red, green, white, yellow, black, and some special painting gells.

His right hand was shaking and he hated when it was doing that. The shaking hand makes his art look like someone splash a gaint mark in the entire picture making it look bold and hard to get off or mix with all the different colors he was supposed to used.

In this picture he drew was supposed to be a lake that sat near his house. It was that every morning he would look at the swans and try to figure out their wonderful colors. The wing doesn't seem like it was white, or cream. It was as if the swans itself had astonishing angel wings.. what wonderfull color it was.

His hand shaked as if it was telling him that the scenery was perfect to be a painting yet. Eriol, fustrated raised his hands in the air twisting the fingers and trying to send the bold to awaken the hand. "What the f-"

"Ah!" a fenimie voice silently screamed making Eriol quickly turned towards the lake that was now near a girl that was soaked wet.

Eriol smirked and withdrew his brushes and pulled out the color light purple as the young lady's dress, and raven lavender for the hair decorated with the lily pads ontop of her head looking as if she was wearing a hat. Her dress soaked and little peaces of notebook paper speard into the water and going to different ways.

"ugh!" the young woman yelled in frustration as sh etried to pick up the moving peices of paper but only failing miserably by falling again.

Eriol notice that this strange lady had sent the gaint flock of swans away only making Eriol chuckle but quickly went back to his painting. A peice of paper flew down to Eriol's side of the pond and making him flick up in wonder. Bending and reaching for the paper with his now unshaking hand he mouthed the words.

"What is it that you live for? Without love in my life there isn't anything that I now live for. Love is a heavy feeling of happiness and freedom. Nothing can stand in the way of love." With a snort Eriol stopped reading.

This girl know nothing.

Paying back to his painting he looked for the stubborn girl. She sat up and tried to collect her soaked peices of paper. Eriol watched the girl grunted in fustration, as the girl stood up Eriol yelled "Don't move!" only making the girl stare at the voice as Eriol popped his head out of the bushes.

"Don't move!" Eriol yelled again

"W- what is it? Is it a bee? A piranha?" she complained as she sarted to jump up and down in the same spot.

"Stop. Please."

"W- why?"

"What are you doing?" she asked all of a sunnden distrubing the quite scene. "What're you doing? I should at least know what you're doing after all.. I'm staying in a cold freezing lake. I might get a cold. And what is your problem with hiding in the bushes? A gentleman will help a young caring girl like me. I feel as if your gonna rape me-"

"Hey!" Eriol yelled at the girl making her look at him stairt in the face. "Can't I at least paint a picture of you without you blabbering your mouth at me!"

Eriol stared at the young lady, almost glaring.

"Well, sorry for not-"

"Would you please.. shut up?" Eriol stated as he notice the girl getting up from her place quickly without looking at him starit in the face.

"I'm leaving." she informed

"Fine." he said without emotion. "Here's a peice of your stuff." He said as she stepped out of the bushes meeting the lavender haired girl face to face.

She could only gwak at the strange man hidding in the bushes as she watched him pull out his right hand and her eyes setted on the peice of paper. "T-thanks." she said still astonished.

"Here. Take it." he said as he reach out his hands closer to her. Still puzzled she didn't reply but only with a "W- what did you think? What did you think of it?" she asked still amazed.

Eriol sunndenly glared at her "It's pathetic."

"W- what?" she asked.. all of a sunnden this man was watching her inches away. And now? He's being a total bitch! He don't even know what the meaning love means how should he know?

"Your pathetic." he said again. Only this time he let go of the paper and the wind carried it away to the girl's side landing it on her face.

"You know nothing about love do you?" he said as he walked off leaving the girl behind in the water. Eriol picked up his stuff and headed back to his tiny house neearby the lake.

The girl took hold of the paper in her hand, she opened the crumble peice of paper and her eyes winden as her tears falled from her eyes.

It hurted her that a stranger like him told her that she knew nothing about love.. how does he know? But the only thing that amazed her the most was the paper that he had given her. THis wasn't her paper.. this was a painting... a small but pure and skilled painting..

.. a painting of her..

TBC...

a/n: yyyyyeaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

Chapter 2 finally posted! A promise is a promise right? well, not all. lol I might update again.. if you guys will review! You review and I update you get it? And I might not update any other stories.. and Life As A boymay not be updated. I kinda have nothing to plan for it anyway. This so called b/L will be updated.. but dunno when. If ya had anything new that's happening then tell me cuz I'm fucking bored over spring break! I have a project for english class.. and it's about poetry.. maybe I'm gonna do Haiku. lol But you ppl need to teach me some haiku and poerty. lol :b And it does seem like Eriol's abit mean.. but that's how I like my boys/men. Eriol just seem more HOTTER when he's all mean.. don't you agree? But you know Syaoran's sexie no matter what! ahahahaha. And Eriol's behavoir is gonna change atfer some few more chappies, the chappies aren't that long.. only threw seven just like The Cry Of The Angels. So don't feel so bad.

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