- She Will Be Loved
- Written by Iris Dreamer
- DISCLAIMER: Card Captor Sakura belongs solely to Clamp. However, the plot is mine and I would like to remain it that way. Thank you.
- AUTHOR'S NOTE: I love University of Virginia. For those who are thinking of coming here, I definitely support your decision! For those who are seniors/juniors out there and have any questions, feel free to ask me. Leave a question and your email address in a review, or you're more than welcome to email me at: colors (underscore) of (underscore) iris (at) yahoo. (Sorry if that's confusing. It's also on my profile.) I'll be happy to answer any questions! It doesn't even have to be UVA questions; it can be just applications in general. I won't mind reading a few application essays if I'm not busy. Not that I'm saying I'm an expert, I'm far from that, but I'm here to offer any kind of help possible. :)
So, as you can all see, I've finally finished "Sort of a Fairytale" and I'm now writing a new story. This one is just going to be a sweet romance story; fun to write and fun to read. Haha. Still sticking to Card Captor Sakura, but I'm thinking of an Inuyasha one soon. Also I've noticed that many have been wondering about the original ending to "Sort of a Fairytale." I, unfortunately, do not have the ending with me here at UVA (its back home. However, if I have time, I'd love to write up the original ending once more. I'll have that posted as soon as possible? I have lots of work; so cut me some slack. But it would be fun to write. So if you want to read that other ending, please be a little patient. Meanwhile, enjoy this one.
Characters in this story may be a little out of characters especially in the beginning chapters. Chapter one's going to be a little weird and scenes are going to move from one character to another, as to show a bit of their background. So my apologies if it isn't quite fluent.
Iris Dreamer
- BACKGROUND: He's reached his happiest moment of his life: he has an awesome job, a circle of close friends, a good reputation, and most importantly, the girl he loves is now his fiancée. But happiness is short lived and everything he once had was thrown away and there he meets a girl that totally enraptures him, but this girl is just your normal, in the bad section of the city, prostitute.
- DEDICATION: To all my readers. I love you all. Without you guys, I don't think I'd actually write out my stories.
- SPECIAL THANKS:
- CHAPTER THREE: Temptations
He fidgeted. He shifted from one foot to the other. His hands twitched. And for what it seemed the millionth time that night he had raised his right hand to press the doorbell but he would always jerk away as if he had come in contact with scalding fire.
To Eriol, that doorbell just might as well be scalding fire. As far as he was concerned, he was playing with matches right now. Gulping, Eriol looked at the door again.
He looked at his watch. It was five fifteen already. He had been standing here for ten minutes already. Any longer, they were going to be late and he'd have to deal with a pissed off Syaoran.
Growling, Eriol jabbed the doorbell in one quick motion.
"I'll be right there!" Tomoyo's sweet voice came from inside.
Eriol groaned loudly. He could feel his pulse quickening and no doubt was he nervous right now. He was definitely playing with fire, despite the fact that he had been told since he was small that he wasn't supposed to it.
And soon it would backfire. He would have to pay for this.
But all thoughts were lost once Tomoyo flung open the door with a bright smile and just looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a sparkling cerulean blue dress that hugged her lithe figure perfectly. Her lips were a cute shade of pink that made them seem so kissable. And her hair, it was let down just the way he loved it.
She frowned slightly. "Eriol? What are you doing here?"
He gave her a weak smile. "Trust Syaoran to let me be the messenger. Everyone hates the bearer of bad news. Yes, just shoot me dead now so I won't have to see that disappointed look in your eyes," Eriol mumbled under his voice.
"Eriol?" She peered up into his face. "Are you okay? You're acting a bit weird."
"Syaoran can't make it today, so would you, Tomoyo, grant me the honors of letting me escort you to dinner tonight?" Eriol said quickly while placing polite demeanor that he always had around him. He gave her a charming smile.
"Oh," Tomoyo looked slightly disappointed but covered it with a fake smile. "I guess Syaoran's too busy," her voiced dropped, "again."
There was no mistaking the sadness that overcame the sparkle in those dazzling amethyst eyes. Eriol reached over and held her hand in a firm, comforting gesture. She looked up to see Eriol with that caring smile he always wore. Tomoyo smiled slightly.
Eriol's smile widened and gave her a hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go. "You're number one in Syaoran's list," He told her. "The last thing he wanted was for you to be disappointed, so he sent me to be in his place." He grinned ruefully. "So I have to listen to your every command tonight."
Tomoyo laughed, "My every command?"
"Upon this knight's honor, o beautiful lady," he answered solemnly.
"Then tell Syaoran that I'm grateful that he asked you to bring me out tonight, but really, it's quite okay. I'm fine with the fact that he cancelled it." She said seriously. "It just wouldn't be the same."
Eriol dropped his smile and looked at her gravely. She was gorgeous, inside and out. Not only was she a sight to behold, she was kind, loving, understanding, and the list only got longer. Now, her mouth was turned downwards and her eyes were distant.
Without a single word, he reached over and grasped her hand. Tomoyo looked up and opened her mouth to say something. But all she had in mind were lost when she was pulled into a tight hug. She tried to look up, but she couldn't see his face. Instead, all she could sense was his warmth and fresh smell of soap and a tinge of faint cologne. She smiled and relaxed in his arms.
"Then go on a date with me."
His voice was strangely awkward, nothing like his usually demeanor. She blinked startled at his sudden request. He pulled away and gave her a roguish grin. "I promise I won't do anything bad."
Tomoyo stared at him before bursting out in laughter. "I think I can do that." She answered with a teasing smile gracing her beautiful features.
Eriol grinned back. "So let's ditch the grand dinner and go to the amusement park."
"Dressed like this?" Tomoyo asked incredulously, gesturing at their formal apparel.
"Isn't it more fun that way?" He replied with a wink. "Shouldn't let all that trouble to look gorgeous be a waste."
She stared at him for a while before laughing that sweet, sweet melody. "Let's go."
-
Yuki grabbed her jacket from where she had tossed it on the couch, borrowed the extra pair of keys from the mug, and grasped her gym bag as she sped for the door. Locking the apartment after her, she sped down the flights of stairs with a piece of toast in her mouth.
She juggled everything as she tried to put her jacket on as the cold wind gushed to meet her. Grumbling out loud, Yuki continued to run down the avenue, tossing muffled apologies to those she accidentally elbowed or slammed with her duffel bag.
Looking at her watch, she cursed darkly. Tightening her grip on the bag, Yuki sped up as she turned around the corner.
She was slammed to the ground before she knew what had happened and her piece of buttered toast now lay on the ground covered in dirt. She groaned as she lamented her dinner.
"Seems like you're always running when I see you," an amused voice replied. Yuki glared at the speaker.
"Oh, fuck. Won't this day get any better," She muttered. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm on parole." He answered with a grin. He bent over and offered her hand up. Yuki looked at it distastefully and got up herself.
"Look, just stay out of my way. Every time I see you, you bring me some kind of misfortune." Yuki demanded. "I couldn't find my keys, I just lost my dinner, and I was running late and now I'm definitely late."
"My apologies. Since you're late already, it wouldn't hurt if we stopped somewhere and I bought you dinner?"
"What kind of police officer has stupid lame pick up lines and tries to hook up with girls while he's on the fucking parole?" She burst angrily. "No wonder there's so much crime because there's stupid officers like you who don't do their jobs! You guys give these damn speeding tickets when you guys should be cracking down on the bigger cases like drug dealers! What the fuck!"
"Now let me tell you something else. You want to know why there are people who become drug dealers? Because they can't damn find a job and they need to survive. They don't like being the bad guys; who does? But hell, it's either that or death. And here you are, with a damn good job with lots of money, and all you fucking do is nothing. What justice is that?"
Yuki breathed angrily, her red eyes locked to his angrily. Surprisingly, his face was devoid of any silly smiles. Instead he was as serious as he was attending a funeral. His funeral. Or hers.
"Now if you'll excuse me officer, I'll be leaving now." She smiled sarcastically and turned on her heels to leave.
"I apologize if I've offended you in any way." He said with his voice clear and quiet. "Actually I'm done for today. I just come here after my duty to come parole on my own. There's not enough police control around these areas." He admitted, looking past her and at the rowdy street behind. He sighed, as if he was extremely troubled.
Ryoko quickly tore away from his thoughts and offered a smile. "I'm sorry about your dinner. Here, please accept this since I know not of any other way to repay you."
Yuki turned around and stared at the young police officer. He was holding a few bills in his hand.
She exhaled loudly. "Forget it. Go do your job if you want to repay me."
"I wish I could do more." The young police office confided in a quiet voice. "There's only so much that I can do. The good ones get promoted and leave the outskirts and to the inner city where there's more than enough cops. The few that stay here have been here so long they don't bother trying."
"And you?"
Ryoko turned and faced her. Instead of replying, he gave her another one of his bright smiles. "You're quite late I'm afraid. I won't bother with my thoughts anymore."
"I was just going to go exercise a bit." She found herself saying. "I guess I could take up your offer for dinner if that's still open."
Ryoko grinned and Yuki tried to shrug off the little blush that started to rise to her cheeks. It had been a long time since she had blushed like a young schoolgirl again. It had been a long time since she let her guard down and be the innocent girl she had once been.
It had been a long time since she had let someone else see her smile. And for the first time in her life, she was afraid of what could happen.
-
"I'm hungry,"
When Tomoyo burst out laughing at his sudden comment, Eriol gave his best try to pretend that he was hurt.
"Really, Tomoyo, it's not nice to laugh at someone, especially if they're hungry." He told her, as she continued to laugh. But then, he joined in; it was hard not to. And they laughed, just because it was nice to laugh. And to hear Tomoyo's sweet laughter and to see her smiling face was enough to make up a bit for crossing the invisible line tonight. To know that she actually enjoyed his company for a brief night, was enough.
This was the last time, Eriol promised to himself.
Tomoyo stopped laughing when she noticed that Eriol had long ago stopped laughing and was looking at her intently.
"Hey, watch the road."
Eriol's eyes flickered back to the street before fixing them on her once again. "It's red."
She raised her eyebrow. "What? You're not thinking of eating me are you?" She teased.
"Hm, now that you've mentioned it, you do look quite appetizing."
"Eriol!" Tomoyo protested as she laughed. "That's not funny,"
"But you're laughing aren't you?" He answered with a sly grin.
She paused in mid giggle, and blinked. "You're quite good."
"Thanks, I've been told that a few times,"
"And modest,"
"Of course, another one of my charming traits I'm sure." He answered. "However, all that does is boost my ego. I'm still quite hungry."
"How about Chinese," Tomoyo asked.
"No, I don't think Chinese is one of traits. I'm pretty sure that the last time I checked I was Japanese. Do I act fobby?"
"Silly," She said, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. "I was talking how about we should go eat Chinese food."
"I know," Eriol grinned. "I just like to tease you."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"I think you're rubbing off me."
"So much that I'm getting hungry too,"
"Then I shall speed to the nearest Chinese restaurant."
"There's one near my place next to The Garden Shop Florist."
"Ah, yes. I knew I was missing something," Eriol said. "I'll go buy us Chinese food and you can go into the florist and pick up a bouquet of flowers that Syaoran wanted to give to you tonight. He'll have my head as it is, and I can't bear the thought that I at least didn't get you flowers."
"Don't worry about it," she reassured him. "I had lots of fun and I'll talk to Syaoran, so it's perfectly fine. I'll get the flowers, and you get the food."
"Sounds good," He answered, trying to act as normal as possible. "You can call now the restaurant now and I'll go pick it up. I'd like a chicken lo mien, thanks."
"It's a chicken and beef lo mien to go then."
Within a few minutes he was driving up to the florist and the Chinese restaurant. "On the count of three, we see who's faster," he challenged as he parked his car to the curb.
"Oh, you're going to be run over," Tomoyo warned, grinning, her hand at the handle already. "I'm totally going to slaughter you,"
"In a dress and heels,"
"I like to win with style, thank you very much," She answered. "So you ready?"
"One," They counted together as they both leaned towards the door with their hands at the handle, ready to fling the car door open and dash out.
"Two," They said and they pulled on their respective handle at the same time.
"Three!" Yelling the last number, the two made a frantic scramble to make it out of the door. Surprisingly enough, it was Tomoyo to get out of the car while Eriol stared with disbelief that he had forgotten to unbuckle his seat belt.
Grinning, Tomoyo walked into the florist. "Hi, I would like to pick up a bouquet of flowers under the name of Li Syaoran please. Last name spelled Li."
The lady nodded and scanned over the list of names. "I'm sorry, but there's no order under the name of Li Syaoran. Are you sure?"
Tomoyo frowned. "Could, could you try under the name," she paused, her heart thumping wildly, and cleared her throat. "Under the name Eriol Hiiragizawa, please."
The lady behind the counter nodded and looked through the list of names again. "There's an order," she answered. "Wait right here and I'll go get it for you."
Tomoyo nodded, not knowing what to think of what had just happened. But she didn't have time to think because the lady had come back with a bouquet of red and pink roses accompanied with baby's breath.
"Here you go," She handed the flowers to her. "Thanks and come again," She told her as Tomoyo walked out of the florist, and back into the car.
Eriol came seconds afterwards, his face a bit flushed. "I must admit, that you have the best luck," he told her as he got into the car. "I had this talkative Chinese guy who helped me out. I asked if there were spring rolls with the order, he told me there were, in addition to praising me that I called them spring rolls instead of egg rolls. I'm Japanese, not stupid."
Tomoyo tried to laugh as much that was expected, but it was hard to with what was on her mind.
"You okay, Tomoyo?"
She nodded. "Just a bit breathless," She said. "I told you I'd win." Tomoyo added to shift the attention away.
"With style,"
-
Syaoran put down the phone with a sigh of relief. Resting back on his chair, he stretched his arms and yawned. He looked up from his desk and found that the clock was nearing midnight already. He frowned and reached over for the phone.
"Hello, Hyatt? I want to know if the reservations under the name Li Syaoran have been answered yet."
A deep frown came over his features as he heard the reply. "Thank you." He paused. "No, that will be all." Syaoran slammed the phone down on it receiver.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Eriol?" He demanded out loud. Growling, Syaoran grabbed his jacket from his chair and his briefcase. Fishing out his cell phone from his pocket, he dialed Eriol's cell phone to find that it was off, as well as Tomoyo's, and no one was at her home.
He clenched the wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white with fury. As he sped back home, he couldn't help think of Kira's words that had planted the seed of doubt in his mind, "But nine times out of then, something's bound to go wrong, especially if this girl of yours is gorgeous. Men are men after all."
He had so willingly defended his friend's honor yesterday and now he couldn't do the same without pausing first.
He growled and slammed his feet to the breaks. "I can trust Eriol." Syaoran said out loud to himself. "Tomoyo most likely refused to go on a date. She might just been out with another friend, and Eriol, well, he could be…."
His voice trailed off as he stared into the darkness, looking at his own reflection in the glass.
"Just what am I doing?" Syaoran demanded his reflection. "Look how pathetic you are: doubting your best friend, doubting your Tomoyo all because of some girl. Furthermore, what are you doing here when it is you that should be with Tomoyo right now?"
He exhaled loudly and rested his forehead against the driving wheel.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard a light tapping on the car window. Syaoran opened his eyes and looked over at the window.
It was Kira, giving him a weird look. Syaoran blinked and leaned over to roll down the window. The cold air immediately came rushing in. "What?" He asked.
"I should be the one asking you that question." She replied. When she saw his confused face, the erotic dancer rolled her eyes.
"Go back to your warm home. This isn't somewhere you want to keep coming back to." Kira said.
"What do you mean?"
She just shrugged and didn't reply. "Just hurry and go home. I thought you had your fiancée to look forward to?"
Kira wisely didn't say anything when Syaoran didn't bother to respond to her sharp comment. Her eyes studied his ruffled hair, his tired eyes and his worn out appearance. "Good night." She finally said and backed away from the car.
"Wait!" He called after her, coming out of his car now. Kira ignored him and continued walking without even a backwards glance.
"You were right." He said quietly. She stopped in her tracks. "I shouldn't have trust my best friend to take out my fiancée tonight. They didn't check into the restaurant I reserved and they both aren't home and their cell phones are turned off. I don't know what I should do now."
"You are a fool Syaoran Li." Kira told him.
"But,"
She turned around and faced him, her green eyes burning brightly. "You're a fool." She repeated in the same serious tone.
"You don't understand," Syaoran tried to say.
"There is nothing to understand." Kira answered. She fixed her eyes on his. "I'm telling you one last time: You are a fool Syaoran Li." She kept her eyes on him briefly before backing away.
Syaoran laughed, one that contained self pity. "I guess I am a fool. You're right. I'm being self-centered and a total idiot: throwing those who are important to me away that quickly. I shouldn't doubt their actions."
"Arigato," He said, offering her his hand to shake.
Kira eyed it before turning and started to walk back home.
"Let me drive you home."
She stopped her feet for the third time that night. "Don't. Go back home to those that are important to you." She paused. "And stop driving past here."
"But,"
"I don't care if it's a shortcut to your home. There's nothing here worth coming for and there never will be."
Suddenly a big gust of wind blew and when Syaoran opened his eyes again, Kira was gone. He looked around and saw that he was in front of her apartment and the light on the third floor was on again. Tossing her window one last glance, Syaoran got back into his car and proceeded to drive back home.
Kira finally let out the breath that she was holding as she watched the car leave. She couldn't believe she was the one who took motive to talk to him today. She shouldn't be socializing with anyone, especially with people who came from such high backgrounds as him. But somehow she felt the need to talk to him, even if it was just to tell him to leave. Somehow, that, in it itself was enough. Enough for what, even she did not know herself.
She stood there, watching the occasional cars that drove by, its headlights lighting up the run down town for a few seconds before the city settled back into darkness. The street lamp flickered a few times before dying completely. Kira smiled sadly as she thought of the moths that most likely had flew away to find another source of light to gather around.
Humans were so much like moths: willing to travel to find light. No one wanted to live in darkness. But those that were unable to have to stay in the darkness and try to fend off the devils that came lurking.
And it was always hard fighting the devils that resided in her heart.
The door shook lightly and the sound of creaking iron was heard before a young woman dressed in sweat pants with a heavy coat carrying a duffel bag on one shoulder, came tumbling in.
"You're back." She said, her eyes still trained at the unknown darkness outside.
"Yeah," Yuki said tiredly as she threw her duffle bag on the ground.
Kira turned around and faced her best friend with a bright smile. "How was your day?" Yuki laughed and walked over to give her a hug.
"Well, I was late for my practice, bumped into that cop I told you about last time, lost my dinner, got into an argument with him, ended up letting him treat me to dinner, and then I went to work." Yuki summed, ticking off her fingers as she named what had happened.
"Not bad," Kira mused aloud.
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking of."
The two laughed.
"So when are you going to introduce me to this hot hunk?"
"When I finally rid myself of the disgraceful past and dirty work that I'm doing," Yuki answered. She shrugged when she noticed her friend looking at her intensely. "It's nothing, okay?"
Kira smiled sadly and enveloped her friend into a warm embrace. "We all want to be free someday. When we can walk into the sunlight and not have to carry the feeling of being unworthy. When we can laugh and cry, and not have to hide who we are." She pulled away a bit so she could look at her friend's face. "That's why we keep fighting, right?"
"Right," Yuki said. Her ruby eyes twinkled, "Because I need to introduce you to my future boyfriend."
Kira laughed. "Of course,"
-
Yuki woke up the next morning to see the apartment empty. Yawning, she wandered into the kitchen and found a note on the table telling her that friend was out shopping for groceries.
Yawning again, she opened the refrigerator door and grabbed a carton of milk and drank from it directly. Kira would kill her if she found out, but she wasn't here now and what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Sighing satisfactorily, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and placed the milk back where she had found it.
Her eyes wandered to the clock and found that it was almost noon. Kira would probably be back soon and then she could look forward to a good lunch. Until then, she'd had to wait with some Cheerios.
With her feet propped up on the table and her back comfortably snuggled against the couch and her hand stuffed into the box of cereal, Yuki finally let her mind wander.
And it wandered to the events that happened last night.
Inevitably.
The sex phone operator sighed as the sharp clear image of the young policeman came to vision: his black hair, crinkled brown eyes that were always dancing, and his smile that never seemed to fade from sight. His laughing voice was a pleasure to listen to and his large square hands were strangely comforting to hold.
And she suddenly remembered that she hadn't let anyone come in contact with her in ages. Ever since everyone she loved vanished at the feathery touch of her fingertips, before she even had the chance to grasp on.
Except for her best friend who had always been by her side since day one. Who she had lived together with, who had hidden her true self under an alias as well. The friend who knew her as well as she knew herself, and sometimes even more. The two had promised each other that they weren't going to open their hearts to anyone, until the day they were rid of their fake identities.
And now this stranger that she didn't even know had just walked into her life without knowing and had made himself comfortable.
Yuki didn't know when it happened. Perhaps it was the way he grinned when he made jokes, wanting to draw a smile from her face, even if all she gave were small sarcastic ones. Or maybe it was his spontaneous laughter that made her want to be that happy. Or maybe it was the way he picked up the pickles that she didn't want from her sandwich and ate them with his fingers.
It was the way he reached for her hand as they were prepared to leave the crowded sandwich store. He had grinned, almost in a cute boyish way that was oddly comforting, when she flinched from his touch. She could still feel the warmth of his touch and how he smiled and told her:
"I'll see you around, Yuki."
He said it in such a calm manner, as if he was stating some fact. He didn't ask to see her again, but he seemed to not to care because he knew, almost, that he'd see her again. He smiled one last time before he turned to leave; dropping her in front of the public gym where she told him was where she practiced.
Her eyes wandered to the gym bag that she had tossed carelessly on the floor last night. Standing up, Yuki walked over to her duffel bag and plopped herself on the floor next to it. Running her hands over the bag, she smiled a small longing smile.
But she knew better than to run off to the gym, in hopes of seeing the young police officer that had somehow managed to taken over her thoughts. She knew better than to let him become involved into a mess.
Besides, it was a written rule that those at the bottom of the ladder never mixed with those of the upper class, such as a policeman. No, last time she checked, police officers were out there to put a stop to phone sex operators.
She never wanted to see that disappointed look on that always grinning cop. She didn't want to tarnish her perfect image of him or whatever image he had of her. Because of that, she knew that she had to never see him again, in order to protect him.
She had promised she would never cry again.
But that didn't mean she wasn't hurting. No, it hurt, to be unable to be herself.
It hurt so much that she wanted to cry.
But she had promised she would never cry again.
-
Tomoyo stared at the phone for the millionth time that morning. Every time she dialed that same number that she had memorized to heart, she'd hang up at the first ring. Afraid of who would answer. Afraid of what she would have to say. Afraid of hurting others and herself.
She couldn't bear sitting down and constantly stood up to walk around but only to find herself back in front of the phone again.
When Tomoyo picked up the phone and swiftly dialed the number that was wearing her phone out, she shut her eyes nervously as she heard the phone ring.
"Hello. You've reached Syaoran Li's,"
"And Eriol Hiirigizawa's," A second voice interjected.
"Home," The first voice continued. "We're not here at the moment, so please leave a message and we'll get back to you as soon as possible."
There was a short pause before the second speaker spoke again. "Thank you!" He said. Although the voices fainted, one could hear Eriol say, "Syaoran! I can't believe you forgot to say thank you,"
Tomoyo smiled faintly upon hearing their voices. They were at work. Of course no one would have answered. She, in the mist of being so nervous, had forgotten that. Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth and started to speak.
"Ohayo," She greeted, pushing her troubles behind her and trying to sound as normal as possible. "Syaoran, I know you said I could always call your office, but I really didn't want to disturb you." She paused, thinking back on the words she had prepared to say beforehand.
"Knowing you, you must have been worried last night. I'm sorry. I didn't want to force Eriol to do something he probably wasn't comfortable with. I think it would have been weird for him to try to pretend that he was you, so we went to the amusement park instead. We had lots of fun and don't worry: Eriol was the perfect gentleman."
She laughed lightly.
"I don't know why I'm leaving such a long message. Anyhow, call me back and maybe we can do something together this weekend. Ja ne, Syaoran,"
Tomoyo paused again.
"Oh, and Eriol, thanks for taking me out last night. I really had lots of fun. Thanks."
She quickly hung up before she could blab anymore. Sighing, Tomoyo buried her face into her hands. But before she had even the chance to burst into tears, the phone rang shrilly. Jerking her head upwards, she looked at the phone.
With shaky hands, Tomoyo reached over and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
She was met with the steady dial tone. Somehow she found herself relieved by the fact that no one had answered, but her heart was still pounding rapidly. Tomoyo closed her eyes and waited for her heart to be back to normal before getting up from her seat in the couch.
It was then she noticed that she was almost late for an appointment with a famous fashion designer from France. This would be a major step stone for starting her career as a fashion designer herself.
Grabbing her keys from where they hang next to the door, she flung out the door and dashed outside without a single thought.
That was until she crashed into someone and her lips landed on something warm. Her eyes flashed open and stared in shock as she looked into the deep azure eyes of none other than Eriol Hiiragizawa.
"Eriol!" She gasped, pulling herself away from his warm lips that had accidentally caressed hers. She fought the urge to bring her hand up and to touch her lips. "What are you doing here?"
Before Eriol could open his mouth and answer, a loud slam of a door cut him off. They looked around bewildered by the noise but saw no one around the sidewalk other than themselves.
"Sorry Tomoyo," He apologized genuinely. "I wasn't watching where I was going,"
Tomoyo smiled lightly. "It should be my fault. I was rushing out," She paused. "Oh! I'm going to be late! Sorry Eriol, could we talk about this some other time?" She flashed him an apologetic smile.
"Let me drive wherever you're going," he offered. "I know you're not one to drive fast."
"And you are?" She teased back, but cut him off before he could answer. "Just get me there please, Eriol."
He nodded and they quickly entered his car with Tomoyo telling him the directions.
-
"Hello," a smooth, sultry voice answered the phone. "This is Candy. How may I be of service to you today?"
"It's Syaoran. I want to talk to Kira." Syaoran barked into the phone.
"I'm so sorry sir, there is no Kira working here," She replied. "But perhaps somehow I can be of some service to you? I could pretend to be Kira if that's what you'd like,"
"Damn you, whatever the hell your name is," He cursed. "I told you, I want to talk to Kira."
"And there is no Kira here!" The girl shrieked angrily.
"Stop lying you bitch. She gave me this number."
Candy hissed and cursed right back at him, but he had already hung up. He glanced once more at the scrap of number that had Kira's name and her phone number scrawled on it. Scowling, he crumbled the paper up and threw it into the darkest corner of his car. The bitch had probably given her a fake phone number.
But he couldn't believe that he had actually called.
Candy stared at the phone incredulously before slamming the phone down to the receiver.
"Another bastard?" Yuki asked from her seat next to her coworker.
"Someone bastard by the name of Syaoran," She replied angrily. "He even had the nerve to demand that I was wrong."
"About what?"
"The fact that Kira does not work here," Candy replied. "Hey, isn't Kira the name of your best friend? That brunette?"
"There could be a million Kira out there," Yuki answered offhandedly. "After all, Kira is an alias. So why wouldn't people have the same one?"
Candy nodded. "Yeah, that makes some sense." She sighed. "At least that bastard could have yelled longer on the phone that way I could have squeezed more money off of the jerk."
Yuki laughed. "Next time asked confused, ask him to wait a few seconds, and then tell him that she's in the bathroom or something," She advised as she got up from her seat. "I'm going off for my five minute break. Have fun entertaining those horny bastards."
"Will do captain," Her coworker said picking up the phone already.
Yuki sighed and walked outside where she fished out her cell phone. Dialing a number she memorized by heart, she waited somewhat impatiently for the person on the other end to answer the phone.
"Kira girl, you've gotten yourself into some mess." She scolded once her best friend answered the phone.
"What now," Her friend answered tiredly. "I was sleeping! I'm working a late hour shift tonight."
"Well, I just thought that I'd inform you that your pretty boy Syaoran just called demanding to see you." Yuki fired back. "What were you thinking?"
"Please. I figured that if he was some horny ass bastard, you'd enjoy the money you'd be reeling off of him." She responded.
"Thanks, but Candy got to the phone first. Anyhow, I just wanted to warn you and not to play this guy too hard. He's falling pretty hard for you already."
Kira laughed dryly. "And isn't that just peachy," She retorted.
"Well it seemed like he had something important to tell you. So tell me the details afterwards and I'll see you sometime late tonight?"
"More like early in the morning," Kira yawned. "Oh damn it. I only have ten more hours of sleep before I have to head to Goddesses. How's business in the afternoons?"
"Not as exciting as dead midnight, but good enough. So I'll see you around sometime. Have fun entertaining those men."
"Ditto," Kira answered and hung up. Tossing her phone onto the pile of clothes that lay on the ground next to her bed, she yawned again. She rolled back onto her side and closed her eyes.
A few minutes passed and Kira groaned out loud and kicked the covers off. Growling angrily, she picked up her purse that was lying on the ground. Quickly changed into sweatpants and throwing her coat over, Kira walked outside her apartment to the nearest pay phone.
Digging up a ragged piece of white paper, she dialed the number scrawled on top of it.
"I heard you called for me?" She said when a gruff voice answered the phone.
"Damn you bitch. I can't believe you directed me to a phone sex line."
"Hey, I figured you wanted some and I even directed to the best phone sex line in Tokyo. Not many people even know about it, you should be thankful." Kira answered.
"Well fuck that. You know I have a fiancée."
"That was after I gave you the number," She said, shooting down one comment after the other. Syaoran growled, obviously having known that. "So what do you want?" She continued smoothly.
"Look, you're wasting my money here. Either spit it out or go find some fucking psychiatrist because I'm not one," Kira said angrily.
"They fucking cheated on me, okay?" He burst. "I saw them kissing on the sidewalk in front of her apartment."
"You're talking to the wrong person if you want pity," She replied, her voice monotone and void of any emotion.
"I don't want pity!" Syaoran barked.
"Then what do you want?"
"I want revenge,"
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And that concludes the third chapter. I'm really sorry that I haven't updated in ages, since November actually. I truly apologize for it. I'd explain why, but that would take forever. Simply saying, I had my first finals at college, and then I went back home for winter break. I haven't seen my family (since they live literally across the world from UVA) in four months, so naturally I spent every second I could with them. And now I'm in second semester of college with tons of work. Take for example, that I have a paper and a midterm next week.
Anyhow, I've been working on this chapter, obviously, for a long period of time and we're almost at the climax! Yes, in this story, everything's going to be focusing upon the resolution and such. Isn't that so much more exciting? Of course there's going to other various sorts of twists, but the climax is pretty much going to be in this chapter and the next chapter to come.
I really don't know when I'll be able to get the next chapter up, but rest assured that I'm trying very hard! UVA has me studying all weekends. My next test-less and paper-less weekend is during spring break, but even in spring break I have to study for my history exam. And this viscous cycle doesn't end until mid May when summer starts.
So I apologize deeply. I'll write bits and parts when I have the free time but I don't think I'm going to have the time to sit down and write for long periods, such as hours. We'll see how things go.
Review please! After haven't written a real chapter in so long, I must have gotten rusty and I'm probably in the need of great improvement!
Any seniors with good news of college acceptances?
Iris Dreamer.