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Under the lines :The phone rang in the middle of the night. Shattering the eerie silent of the manor in England.
A groggy voice answered. "Hello?" He was in his office. He had fallen asleep, face down, a book still laying open in front of him.
Noone answers. The line stayed dead, although he can hear the faint hiccups and breathings on the other line.
"Tomoyo-san?" He called calmly.
"I am lonely, Hi-kun." She answered, not quite understandable because of the hiccups. He knew that her face must´ve been filled with tears.
Before he could react. Kaho stormed in, in her sleeping robe, hair tied on the side.
"Who is it?" She asked, half asleep.
Eriol place a finger on his lips. "Tomoyo-san. What happened?"
Tomoyo took a deep breath. As if deciding against something. "I…ah..Just called. That´s all, sorry for disturbing."
"No, you werent disturbing." Eriol sighed, trying hard to be patient. He wanted to know what is wrong, although he already knew what it was. It was because of Sonomi Daidouji.
"I feel a lot better now." She laughed. It must´ve been a fake laugh, but Eriol couldn't have known from the other line.
"Im sure, she´s watching over you now. Tomoyo-san." He smiled, standing up from his desk, leaning against it, and staring outside the dark sky.
You say you care for me, you say you like me, but youre never really there for me…
"Thank you… Hi-kun."
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"By pulling on the right side you could release fire.The other opposite side realeases an umbrella, ready for high places. Yes… Stop right there Tomoyo…" Her trainer, Kiichi Yanagisawa warned.
Tomoyo threw him a playful smile. "And when I don't?"
"That was an expensive silver baseball bat with lots of functions. And so is this training gym. Please don't get it ruined." He begged.
"I might consider." She laughed.
"Should I force you then?" The familiar cocky smile appeared. He reached for her hips, wiggling his fingers. Tomoyo fell automatically on the floor, laughing madly.
"Kii--chi-san!" She tried being serious. "Stop!"
"What would I get then?"
"Any--thing!" She struggled from all the laughs.
He halted, pressing his body against hers, his dark eyes concentrating only on hers. "Anything?" He repeated, breathing against her lips.
But before he could kiss her, she turned her face away.
"Yanagisawa, get off." She ordered sharply.
The 20-year-old trainer pulled away, running a hand over his black mane. "I thought something IS between us." He whispered.
"That was just failure!" She hissed.
"But I was-"
"My first?" She finished, eyes turning deadly.
Kiichi turned away.
"If you don't want to get killed by my father, or by myself, you would not speak of it anymore!"
He bowed his head down. "Of course."
Tomoyo was surprised when she found a certain red-headed woman standing before the stairs, just a few steps from the exit.
Well, the Tomoeda gym that is owned by her father is public. Too bad, she cant let her get kicked out. She sighed, walking straight for the red-head.
"Mizuki-sensei." She smiled politely. "Nice to see you after so long."
"Shining as ever. Daidouji-san?" When Kaho smiled, Tomoyo bowed her head elegantly, a sign of thanks. Mizuki Kaho was not bad herself. She was as pretty like before. But the traces of her age was now beginning to draw her face. She is still a pretty sight though. Much to Tomoyo´s disappoinment.
"How have you been?" Tomoyo then asked.
"Very well. How about you?"
"Never bet-"
"Ah. Daidouji-san." Eriol appeared, freshly showered, a towel still resting on his shoulders. He wasn't wearing his glasses. His blue eyes, were now more intensive than before.
"Good evening." She greeted. "Had a great time in the fitness center?"
"Well, how should I say? I could´ve played soccer. Are you feeling better?"
Tomoyo nodded, avoiding too much contact with his eyes. But he kept on staring at her somehow.
"Eriol. We should get going. Wouldn't want to have the manor burned down before we get there…" Kaho said jokingly.
She took hold of his hands and then they slendered off, bidding good-bye. Tomoyo felt the odd feeling of heated anger rise. It´s name was too shameful.
She wasn't suppose to be jealous. SHE! The one who has everything. Money, adventures, weapons, powers, a car, a house of her own, her Yakuza-Clan…
Everyone seems to be happy with their lives in Tomoeda. All with the big exception of herself.
How she hated Kaho Mizuki. She wanted to spit the name out, but found it inapproriate in her Ferrari. So she just gave gas to settle her anger.
But it wont bring her anything. This anger. The boy she wants, could never be hers.
They were friends, nothing more.
A/N: Havent checked the grammar or spelling. Have fun you guys though..