Nakuru blocks the door that leads out of the manor. Her eyes are still closed. She stretches her arms.
"Do you really have to go, Eriol-sama?" Nakuru asked in between yawns. "It's so early."
I didn't have to reply. Spinel answered for me. "Daidouji-san asked him to come."
"Oh" was the only reply Nakuru could muster in her still-sleepy human form.
I moved past her and got to door.
Before I closed the door after me, I heard her ask Spinel "Is it Sunday already?"
iii. Sunday, no farewells from an angel
I sit alone on a bench while mass is ongoing.
Where is Tomoyo? She stands up there, in an elevated stairway made for her – her and her choir mates. I can't see her, but hearing her dulcet voice grace the mass is enough for me to be playing the piano, sitting here on the piano bench.
Playing the piano is no hard chore for me. It is, rather, something that comes to me naturally. It is just the part of performing in public that I do not like. I admit I am quite selfish and showcasing my musical talent isn't something that I do out of my own free will.
"Ne, Hiiragizawa-kun, I think the Creator would like to hear you play once in a while," I remember her saying.
That "once in a while" has become weekly as Tomoyo would fix my schedule.
The mass is over and a horde of people – mixed with some familiar and some new faces – crowd around the piano.
Due to my weekly performances, the flow of my admirers has become a strong, steady stream. That's why I do not like showing off. It attracts too much attention.
It is hard to politely dismiss them all. How I wish Nakuru was here to act as a one-man Dispersal Unit. By the time I have finished saying "thank you for all the compliments" to all the members of the gathering horde, Tomoyo is gone. She had already left.
I think it would've been better if she waited and said goodbye. But then again, who am I to even deserve her time?
I walk home alone.
…
But I still think it would've been better if she said goodbye.
Everyday Torture
Ch3: Sunday, no farewells from an angel
Cardcaptor Sakura
published 02-15-07
edited 07-22-11
…and after living a life worth centuries, Eriol finds out that waiting for time to pass is boring. Really.