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Crescendo con Affectto
By: Yuuna Miyako
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Summary: Both Eriol and Tomoyo attend Clow, a conservatory of music and arts. Both have amazing skill, but both have hindrances that prevent them for using their ability to the fullest. When both of them meet, what will happen?
Parings: E x T – S x S
Authoress Notes: Thank you for all your support! And for the question on how Clow and Eriol manage to sense Tomoyo's voice suppression…actually I kinda expect both Eriol and Clow to have an ear to music for they both are all-knowing, blah, blah. And in this story, their family bloodline is all great musicians and critics. So I guess it's in the blood. Anyways, thank you for all your reviews, and please enjoy chapter 2!
Oh yeah—note, note: Eriol and Syaoran are seniors while both Tomoyo and Sakura are juniors. Just saying.
II. lei il primo giorno -- -- her first day
Chattering.
Excitement.
Books.
Instrumental cases.
Art supplies.
Music sheets.
These are the things Tomoyo Daidouji saw or heard as she stepped out her car and took the first step in the red bricked building. It looked different with the crowds of different students present. She could feel her heart beating so fast that it could just suddenly leap out from her rib cage. This was the first 'first day of school' that she felt like this. She was as nervous as when she slowly opened the letter of acceptance to Clow's Conservatory of Music and Arts three weeks ago. Where was her cousin/best friend when she needed her?
"Tomoyo-chan!" A familiar bubbly voice echoed through the sea of students entering the campus building. Speak of the devil—her cousin/best friend, Sakura Kinomoto pops out when she just thought of her just awhile ago.
Tomoyo felt quite relieved when she spotted the auburn haired girl heading towards her with that overjoyed smile on her face. She was waving frantically, with her black flute case held tightly in her other hand. Tomoyo also slowly headed toward Sakura's direction, and soon met in the middle.
"I'm nervous," Sakura said under her breath as she glanced at the building in front of them.
"Hi nervous," Tomoyo joked, "I'm Tomoyo."
Both lilac colored eyes and emerald colored ones met. After a few minutes, both of them broke into a chorus of giggles, calming down the nerve wrecking atmosphere. Tomoyo can't help but observe at the different students that came in the school campus. Each student either wore a dark blue uniform, a blood red colored one or a grey colored one. The red colored uniforms dominated the population though, because in every corner you could see at least 6/10 of the students wearing it. The grey colored uniforms were worn by older students that attended Clow. The dark blue colored ones were just so-so on sight, which included the auburn haired girl in front of her.
The color of uniforms separates the elites and the regulars in the school. You could see a handful of non-uniform wearing people in campus too—these are college students. The college level doesn't have an elite level and has a different standard compared to the high school division. But anyway, the dark blue colored uniforms are in the high school elite level while the red colored uniforms were regular students.
Sakura Kinomoto is one of the very few people that were nominated to be in the elite level. The letter of acceptation she received was different from Tomoyo's. When she received her letter three weeks ago, her letter had another audition date under it. This special audition is for elite nominees, and if they pass, they're immediately accepted to the elite level. Sakura not only got nominated, but she also passed the second audition.
Tomoyo was happy for her. Well, even though they have to be separated.
Tomoyo felt a little jealous of her cousin/best friend, but she had to admit that she's pretty contented. From the way she sang during the auditions, she was lucky enough that she even got accepted.
"Riiiiinnnnnnggggggggg!" The wild call of the school bell disturbed Tomoyo Daidouji's deep thoughts.
Emerald and lilac eyes met as they, in sync walked in through edificio principale, and out the doors to the courtyard. The courtyard had five different paths—one towards the high school regular building, one towards the high school elite building, another one towards the college building, one towards the cafeteria, one towards a gym and last but not the least is the performance hall called, Melodia.
"See you at the performance hall okay?" Sakura said before she and her cousin soon had to separate ways. Sakura was headed to the elite building while Tomoyo had to head towards the regular high school building.
"O-okay." Tomoyo managed to reply before Sakura headed towards the elite path.
Before Tomoyo headed to the regular building, she took a deep breath to first gather all her courage. Now she's by herself. So alone, the lilac haired countenance followed the sea of red uniformed students towards the regular high school building. Since it was the first day of school everyone was expected to gather together in their first period classes so the whole class could be led into a short opening ceremony in Melodia. Tomoyo pulled out a white paper and looked at it once more. Even though Tomoyo was a transfer junior, Tomoyo's intelligence level is the same as of seniors. So she ended having senior classes.
She soon arrived in front of the building, like everyone else; she entered the double glass doors. Her eyes widened in amazement. It looked way much better than any school out there. It looked like a shopping plaza, but with rooms and students buzzing around. In the middle were two stair cases that led up to the second level and also elevators.
The high school buildings and the college buildings have four stories—first story is for the freshmen, second is for the sophomores, third is for the juniors and lastly was the seniors. Some students like Tomoyo had to mix up with people older than them because of their intelligence level.
So as she headed up the staircase, before she even took a first step, something hit her exactly in her head.
"Ow…!" Tomoyo exclaimed as the item bounced off her leaving her head aching quite badly. People didn't really seem to care; they all just passed by, minding their own businesses. After a few comforting pats in her throbbing skull, she bent down and picked up the item—
--it was a drumstick.
Tomoyo studied the item for awhile. It was an over used one, you could just see how old it was. It looked like a sentimental item. So while she held the item, looking around for someone who possibly dropped it, she heard a voice.
"Hey, you!" A yell came from the second storey. Quickly, her eyes followed where the voice came from. The voice came from a chocolate haired figure who stuck his head from the second storey down at her. His hazel amber colored eyes was leered directly at the item she was holding, "Just wait there okay?!"
Tomoyo just nodded, keeping still, just as the guy told her too. Then a minute passed when she saw him heading down the stairs towards her. Tomoyo tilted her head a bit on the side as she watched him stop in front of her, panting heavily.
"Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah, just give me my stick, will you?" He stuck his hand out.
"Okay, sure." Tomoyo plainly said as she handed him the drumstick.
"Hey he's here!"
"It's Syaoran Li! OMG!"
The voices of girls rang through his ears, making Syaoran perk up in an instant. He moaned in defeat he tensed a little, "Oh god, they found me already."
Tomoyo raised an eyebrow, "They…?"
"Fangirls." He replied flatly.
"Oh," Tomoyo smiled a little, "So, you're escaping from your fans or something? You're famous?"
Syaoran looked at the lilac haired girl as if she's an alien, "Like no way—" He said sarcastically, "It's like I'm being chased around for no reason." He rolled his eyes.
"Of course I'm famous."
Tomoyo giggled at his antics, "Okay, okay I understand."
"Under—?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Tomoyo quickly grabbed him by the arm and pulled him behind the staircase, "Wha—what the heck are you doing?"
"Helping you." Tomoyo replied.
"Helping me? Helping me what?"
Tomoyo laid a finger over her tight sealed lips as if she's telling him to be quiet. He quickly did. As he heard a group of girls say these things:
"Huh, I thought he was here."
"Maybe he left."
"Hey, let's go find him, I need an autograph. He's awesome!"
Then slowly, the voices began to disappear. Syaoran let off a sigh of relief, causing Tomoyo to break out in a chorus of warm giggles.
"Now I believe you're famous," Tomoyo let out a toothy smile, "Those girls are crazy for you."
"Too crazy to handle," He puffed, "Thanks—uh—"
"Tomoyo, Daidoji Tomoyo." Tomoyo let out her hand for a handshake.
He shook her pale hand, "Syaoran Li."
Tomoyo then let his hand go after their handshake and thought deeply. Syaoran Li huh? Somehow the name sounded very familiar. She then looked at him closely, the amethyst orbs studying his handsome face.
"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?" He barked defensively.
"Hmm…" Tomoyo thought out loud, "You do look very, very—"
Then, it hit her.
"Aha!" She exclaimed suddenly, causing Syaoran to jump in surprise, "You're Syaoran Li, the drummer of Daybreak!"
Daybreak is one of the hottest rock bands not only in Japan but also worldwide. The band was composed of five very handsome guys. Not only that, their music is very, very popular. Most of their songs top the MTV song list every time. And lastly, their youngest and most popular and most wanted to be hugged member is no other than their Chinese drummer, Syaoran Li.
Li groaned, "Not you too…"
Tomoyo grinned as she fanned her hand in his face, "No, no. Its okay, I totally understand. You know, people following you around and the lack of privacy…so don't worry, I don't stalk or ask autographs."
A sigh of relief came from Syaoran once again, "So, you're famous too?"
"Nope. It's more like the bodyguard thing—"
"So you're rich?"
"Uh-huh."
Tomoyo Daidoji is the heiress of the largest toy selling company in Japan. Currently, her mother, Sonomi Daidoji, is monopolizing the whole toy industry. Thus, the company is also expanding internationally. So when Tomoyo is out in the public, she has no choice but to be followed by her faithful band of tuxedo wearing bodyguards. That's in case if something bad happens to her, but no one, no one messes around with Sonomi's only daughter. Well, not if they want to be chased by a gigantic toy robot that actually shoots bullets and lets off laser guns.
"RIINNGGGG!!" Another angry bell let out a scream, causing Tomoyo and Syaoran to look at each other.
"It's the tardy bell!" Both of them yelled in complete unison.
So as quick as possible, both of them dashed in the stairs since the elevators are being used. For some reason Syaoran noticed that the lilac haired girl was following him—exactly where he was going. Was she lying when she told him that she wasn't a stalker? Then also, both of them stopped in front of the same room.
Both panting heavily, they looked at each other once more, "D-don't tell me—" Syaoran started.
"—yo-you have the same class as me?" Tomoyo continued it.
"No way! You're ID says you're a junior!" Syaoran pointed at the ID hanging down her neck.
"Well, I was informed I was going to take senior classes…"
Then for some unknown reason, the class door burst open. Out came an older man, a teacher. Tomoyo and Syaoran quickly looked at his direction, surprised to see a frowning teacher in front of them.
"I believe you both are Li-san and Daidouji-san, am I correct?" The man asked sternly. Tomoyo and Syaoran nodded slowly, not liking the unusual atmosphere between three of them. Both Syaoran and Tomoyo could see their classmates lean forward from their desks to see what's happening at the door
"I want to inform you that we could hear your conversation in the class." The man continued, "Not only that, you both are considered tardy in this class for the first day of school. May I ask for a proper excuse before I let you in my classroom?"
"W-we uh…" Tomoyo said slowly, not knowing what to say.
"Let the girl go," Syaoran sighed, "It's my fault okay? If those weirdoes didn't follow me, none of this would happen..."
The teacher just let out an audible sigh as he stepped out their way, motioning the two students to enter, "Is this a 'fangirl' thing Li-san? If it is, please do enter. But I must warn you both, next time I expect both of you right in time for class, with no excuses."
"Yes sir!" Both of them chorused as they both entered the classroom.
And thus, this is the beginning of Tomoyo Daidouji's new unusual friendship and how her school year began.
end of--lei il primo giorno
next chapter—il suo primo giorno