Was it pure imagination yesterday? When he saw her in the gym, talking to his Fiancé? He forgot all about Kaho by the sight of the pure angel before him. An angel in jogging pants with a baseball bat and that was not the only surprising thing, she was blushing too. A faint color of red tinted her cheeks. Like a gentle flower, rained over with red powder. Poetic all of a sudden.
"Eriol?" Kaho folded the newspaper together, placing it beside her plate.
"Eriol?" She called again.
He was playing with a flower petal, very deep in thought, as he brush it against his lips. He could almost imagine Tomoyo´s lips pressed against his.
"What´s the matter with master?" Spinel asked.
Nakuru shrugged.
"Eriol!" Kaho called more loudly this time.
His head shot up. "What?"
"Arent you going to eat anything?" She asked.
"No, Im not hungry. I´d be off to school." He explained.
"I would be home late." Kaho reminded him as he retreated.
He just nodded as if not really hearing.
….
Some people are attracted to the sight of flowers. Others to the scent of a certain perfume. Lots has this individual kind of taste when it comes to food. Could it be compared with the feelings towards someone? A feeling just fairly existing, that holds no reason behind them? Eriol couldn't understand how it had started.
It was a mere glance. A warm smile. A silent understanding.
He was never the type to like someone just because of their appearance. There were things beyond that set him on fire. And maybe it was the special things Tomoyo has. The strong but yet vulnerable girl. He always had the urge to protect.
He wouldn't doubt that he has certain feelings for Tomoyo. She is quite attractive, top A in class, a very good cook, is a sewing talent, very friendly and kind… She is the perfect housewife, every man would have wanted….He shut the thought off. Chuckling about his thought´s bizarrness. Tomoyo is just a friend, she always was and always will.
He felt such pain about those words.
When the bell rang, the student´s noises didn't die down. Everyone seems to be interested in the new student. Eager to know if she or he would be sent to their class. It was announced last Friday.
The door opened, and everyones breath caught, in came Sakura, sweat running over her face.
"Excuse me sir!" She bowed down, immediately making her way to her sit.
So…. the new student was clearly not assigned on their class. Many sighed. It was another normal boring school day… and all Eriol could do, was watch Tomoyo´s hair from the back.
There was something about it that is so interesting, he could stare at it for days. It has lots of waves that comes naturally, without those things women often sprayed. It consist of waves of lavender. He could swear that if he would touch it, it would be like touching silk.
Stare. Eriol turned, he was utterly being watched by none other than his descendant, who sat to his right.
He raise a brow, a way of saying: What?
After a while, Syaoran passed him a note.
By the way you´re staring, she would soon have a hole on her head.
Bunch of laughters caught Tomoyo´s attention from her reading. It was lunch time, and she was sitting with her friends, at their usual spot under the big cherry tree.
The other girls were acting like love-sick-puppies. She cant stand such creatures. They all hunger for love. Only living to be one day be taken in as a wife by a man who didn't really care about one´s opinion.
Everyone was once again, talking about "him". The new german student, who just came Saturday, it is said that he comes from a very rich family. Without even meeting him personally, Tomoyo had collected so much information about the lad with exquisite blue eyes and blond hair.
She closed her book, deciding to start her lunch. Sandwiches. But with a blink of an eye, a part of her sandwich already had been taken.
"I hope you don't mind, Daidouji-san." Eriol smiled.
"Not at all-" Before she could finish her sentence, Eriol took another piece.
"Delicious." He commented. "Did you made those?"
She nodded speechlessly.
"You make a perfect housewife, Daidouji-san, Im jealous of the lucky man who would make you his." Eriol said his eyes filled with warmth and sincerity.
Tomoyo felt her cheeks warm up in response to his compliment. Reminding herself to stop acting like a love-sick-puppy like the others.
"But before a man could take your hand, I will myself enjoy being under your care."
He settled his head on her lap. Closing his eyes in satisfaction. Damn. Why does he have to flirt with her all the time? Does he know what affects it has? Playing with the heart of a yakuza?
After awhile, he felt Tomoyo´s hand rest on his cheek.
So much for not being lovesick. Tomoyo thought, stroking his face gently, noticing how soft it is.
Just old bestfriends meeting again. Just old bestfriends meeting again. Just old bestfriends meeting again.
But neither of them could deny the sensation of each other´s warmth.