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Bayb-Tiger:: Due to my lack of updates, I decided I shall update this chapter too, hopefully my wonderful readers will not have given up on me.
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Chapter Four:: Fallen
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It was mid afternoon by the time he woke up. They had gotten home late last night, not that any of them cared since it was the weekend and they didn't have anything to do anyways. Syaoran decided to lay in bed for awhile as the sunlight entered his quaint little room.
The furnishings weren't as sophisticated and fancy like in China, and his room was only half the size as before, but he didn't really mind. As he laid there he allowed himself to get wrapped up in his thoughts. His father and his sisters. It seemed like an eternity since they first came here. Since they had all been apart, yet at the same time the memories were still fresh in his mind.
"Father why do you have to go again?" a three year old Syaoran questioned his eyes brimming with tears.
A hearty laugh was heard as an exact replica of him but older man smiled happily with his black robe, "I have to serve the King, he needs me right now."
"But the King is old father why does he need you, I need you."
The man laughed again as he embraced the young boy, "Syaoran you must remember that there are other people in this world that need me, not just you. Just like when you grow up there will be other people who need you, you mustn't always be focused on what you need but what those around you need."
Young Syaoran sniffed a little as he stood up tall, "Yeah that's right I have to care about everyone."
The older man smiled proudly as his eyes gleamed with pure happiness, this was his son.
Tears stung his eyes, but he forced them to stay in, "I'll always make you proud father."
"Xiao Lang," he heard his mother's voice by the doorway.
Taking a glance over he allowed his mother to embrace him tightly, "I miss him mother, I really miss him."
Yelan sighed as she cried in his shoulder hugging him tightly, "Don't you worry; your father is up there watching us, making sure we're all right."
Syaoran nodded as he stood up tall, "Mother I promise you I'll take care of you and all those around me, like father would have wanted."
His mother nodded her head as she looked up to her son proudly, all her life Syaoran was able to make her proud with everything he did. Whether it be in school, or the way he matured growing up. But in a way she felt as though she raped him of his childhood because the time had already past.
Since he was younger he had been in the most prestigious school not only learning the basics but also about the government, his father had wanted him to be an official like him when he grew up, but it looked now that he would never get that chance.
"Hey Syaoran, Syaoran come one we're all heading over to Tomoyo's house remember?" Eriol's voice screamed.
Syaoran chuckled as he listened to his friend's antics, "I'm coming Eriol calm down!"
Syaoran turned towards his mother as he wiped away her fallen tears, "No more crying mother, from now on we should be strong, for father. I'll be home as soon as I can, bye mother."
Giving a curt bow Syaoran headed out to where his friends were waiting outside.
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"What took you so long?" Takashi asked with his arm around Chiharu, the two were practically inseparable.
"I was having a talk with my mother," Syaoran answered stiffly feeling his body tensed up as they began walking down the path to Tomoyo's house.
"I still don't understand why we're going here, I mean it's still Ryu's choice where to go, so why are we going to this bitch's house?" Chiharu asked frustrated as she stomped her feet like a child causing the rest to laugh.
"Who cares? And I mean aren't you curious to find out what's in that old hag's house? And plus I must say Tomoyo isn't all that bad looking," Ryu commented with a sly smile on his face.
Eriol shook his head, "When will you guys learn, come on she's our friend you guys, give her some slack."
"You're friend Eriol, not ours I don't even see why you brought her yesterday," Chiharu argued back as she looked up to Takashi for some back up.
Shrugging his shoulders he replied, "I don't find her that bad, really she's quite nice."
Chiharu fumed as she stomped ahead, "Fine you guys are all against me let's get this stupid trip over with!"
Once they reached the house an hour later Tomoyo appeared wearing a silk white dress with purple petals floating all over. She had a large smile on her pale pink lips as her curly hair cascaded down her shoulders. "Welcome you guys, I'm so glad you came and all dressing so nicely."
Today Syaoran had chosen a white shirt with some matching white pants in a cheap silk. Eriol was wearing the same thing but in blue, turns out he was the second richest person living in this city (not including Syaoran of course) but that wasn't saying much since Tomoyo's family was much richer than they would ever be.
Chiharu was wearing a pink dress with flowers hand sewed on quite poorly but the design was fairly nice. Takashi on the other hand had a one piece grey robe on. While Ryu had on a black robe with silk red flowers on it.
Compared to school days they were all dressing fairly formally since this was a somewhat formal outing.
Chiharu scowled as she eyed Tomoyo, "Are you going to let us in or not?"
Tomoyo moved aside as the rest began to walk in. The house was two stories high, slightly smaller than the house Syaoran had when he was in China. Inside it was formally decorated with cherry wood furniture that was had carved beautifully with many expensive vases and cutlery around.
"Wow, nice place," Ryu commented as he took a seat in the middle chair, while the rest also took a seat.
"So what have you planned for us, Miss. Daidouji?" Chiharu asked mockingly as she poured herself a cup of tea with the fancy cups.
Tomoyo smiled brightly standing at the top, "I thought maybe we could have a picnic in my backyard, I mean it would be a great way for all of us to get to know each other better."
Chiharu wanted to spit at Tomoyo's idea but kept her tongue in at Takashi's excitement. In truth she herself was fairly excited, they had never been in Tomoyo's house before I mean her father was the toughest man in town so of course no one would are touch his daughter. And than there was the whole idea of food, when was the last time she had a real lavish meal? Probably since the last wedding that was held here which was years ago.
"All right, I think we should start now!" Takashi hurried as he stood up as his stomach growled causing the rest to laugh.
Once outside the group admired everything, except for Eriol that was. It seemed he already knew what to expect, as though this wasn't actually the first time for him.
"This place is beautiful," Syaoran admired as he sat down where a blanket was laid out for them.
Indeed this place looked like it came from a painting everything looked absolutely perfect, the way the flowers bloomed even though it was nearing the winter, the way the air smelt, and the sound of nature all around them. Nothing in this entire town could compare to it.
Eriol chuckled, "Of course you wouldn't believe how much Mr. Daidouji pays for my mother to do all this."
So this was how the two knew each other, by their parents.
Tomoyo giggled lightly, "Yes now come on, everyone lets sit down and talk a little about ourselves? Let's start with Syaoran," Tomoyo suggested as she smiled sweetly to Syaoran causing him to blush.
"Well my name is Syaoran Li, or Xiao Lang in Chinese. As many of you know I'm born in China, I just came here a week ago, and…well that's it."
"What about your family?" Tomoyo urged on causing Syaoran's eye to go downcast.
Seeing his discomfort Eriol quickly jumped in,
"I'm Eriol Hiiragizawa, my parents are both from England but I was raised here. My mother gardens for Mr. Daidouji and my father died in the plant explosion three years ago."
Tomoyo gasped as she kept her mouth shut and allowed Chiharu to continue since she was sitting next to Eriol.
"Chiharu Mihara, my family had been here for generations now. My mom works at home, and my dad used to work for the plant, but we all know what happened with that," Chiharu scowled glaring at Tomoyo the entire time.
"Takashi Yamasaki, like Chiharu my parents have lived here for generations now and of course I'm engaged to the lovable and perfect Chiharu. Parents both work at the fruit place in town. Oh and did you guys know me and Chiharu are planning to get married on the night that it says all birds get married, under the moonlight in England because…"
"Ryu Masha, been her for ages, too long to count now, but I used to live in Tokyo. Parents thought I needed a new life so, here I am. Nothing much to say, was engaged to Rika awhile back, but we broke it off, stupid parents. My dad works out on the farm, my mother takes care of my little sister Takara."
"Tomoyo Daidouji, you all know who my father is. I originally lived in Tokyo also. And my mother…well she's been gone my entire life."
That was when it happened, her eyes looked up and met his. It was as though a spark occurred between them, an indescribable bond formed without them even realizing it.
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"Thanks for helping," Tomoyo replied as Eriol and Syaoran helped her clean up the plates.
"No problem I don't mind really," Eriol replied grinning showing his perfect white teeth that in a way kind of scared him.
Syaoran nodded his head, "Trust me Tomoyo it was a pleasure."
"You know you never did answer that question."
Syaoran froze at her comment. It was only them three now, it was different than when all of them were around but he still didn't feel as though he was ready, not yet.
"Yeah, maybe some other time, I'm getting tired I think I should head back."
Eriol nodded his head in agreement, "Yeah I'm with Syaoran, bye Moyo it was fun."
Tomoyo smiled, "Thank you, the both of you. Especially you Eriol, if it weren't for you I don't think any of this could've been possible."
As the two walked out Syaoran couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the photo hanging by the fireplace. It was framed in a gold carefully craved framed with a picture of a younger version of what seemed to be Tomoyo and her father. But the third person who was quite elegantly dressed looked quite familiar but he decided against it, how would he know anyone that lived down here?
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Once the guys left Syaoran smacked Eriol lightly, "You totally like her!"
"No I don't you don't know what the hell you're talking about, I'm engaged you know."
"Yeah you do…wait what?"
Eriol sighed as he continued walking, "Back in England I have a fiancée, only…she's gone missing."
"Missing?" Syaoran repeated.
Eriol nodded, "Yeah, me and her were great friends when we were younger. She came here to visit me a few years back, but…she's been missing for some time now."
Syaoran nodded considering it all, "Who was she?"
"She was perfect," Eriol replied dreamingly as he looked up at the moon that was now overhead, "with her emerald pools and those soft luscious lips."
"Sounds fantastic how did you snag a girl like her?"
"Well, she wasn't all perfect."
"What do you mean?"
"There was something about her, that was indescribable, but I think that was what made her so perfect."
"What was it?" Syaoran asked unconvinced.
"She was special Syaoran, in a way you wouldn't understand."