Disclaimer: I still do not own CCS.
I am currently trying to change my writing style, make it more refined and mature. I hope it works though. I really want to present this story to the best of my abilities. NO matter how excited I am. It's a different plot and I'm proud I came up with it. I just want to do justice to my imagination…..
EDITED: 4/2/2018
Summary:
Love was not part of the plan. Eriol was not supposed to meet Tomoyo. Faith was cruel. Destiny was a bitch. No one can save them from heartbreak except perhaps, each other. It would take a lifetime before Eriol is free to sweep his angel of her feet. They'll be together even if God doesn't want them to be.
Chapter 2: The Beginning
July 2018, London, England. Eriol's Flat
I'm exhausted for the day. Not only am I busy recording another album, I'm also doing photo shoots for my new endorsement deals. Nakuru insisted that I should take on Calvin Klein. Something about sharing my ass to the world.
As I lay in bed, a melody started playing in my head of the first time I met the woman who inspired my songs. That was 4 years ago, before the battle of the bands. I remember I was struggling with practices and composition, when I finally saw her.
Tomoyo Daidouji is a difficult woman to forget. Who would want to forget her? I was fortunate enough to meet her, albeit by accident. She had impeccable grace. It was perfect. Sweet but strangely strong. Gentle yet aggressive. Her voice was nothing but a perfect match to her grace. It was soft and soothing, like a lullaby, but it was powerful enough to be heard and noticed. She's an angel. I might be exaggerating this but I don't give a damn. I didn't realize it then but at that moment, I was piercing a hole into my heart.
I didn't really mean to "stalk" her. Note, I use that term lightly. I just admired her. She had captured me and I wasn't trying to escape her clutches, which was stupid of me, now that I think about it. Honestly, she was and still is the best thing that has ever happened to me, despite what happened.
I was in the middle of preparing for the battle of the band. It was a huge event in the campus. My band, which I named CLOW, just got in. The committee required us to sing at least one original song during our performance. My band was in trouble. We had no song.
We had a late night practice. We got stuck trying to come up with a song together. We didn't really notice the time, until my cousin, Nakuru, screamed at me for not being home. I was walking to the parking lot near the performing arts building, when I noticed that the first floor still had lights on. Usually, the only floor that's open is the2nd and 3rd floor because band rooms, music studios were there. Everybody who got accepted in the battle of the bands practiced so late. The first floor contained dance studios. No one stayed there late unless there are theater performances, but as far as I knew there was none.
For some odd reason, I wanted to check it out, so I did. I heard a piano playing, at the last dance studio on the right. The lights I saw were coming from that room. I took a peak and was surprised to see a girl with long purple hair and porcelain white skin, standing in front of the mirror. Her eyes were glassy, she looked teary. They were amethyst, different and unique. The only thing that entered my head to be able to describe what I saw is "Angel".
I remember her face, a fallen angel at that. Her wings have been torn away but she stood with sheer elegance. It was captivating. She made her way towards a radio, I think. Slowly, she lifted her head to stare directly into her reflection. I feared that she might see me but she seemed unfazed. I heard the soft playing of the piano. I heard a humming sound. I was unsure if it was coming from her or the radio.
I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
Cause my heart so much misery
It was her. She was singing. It felt unreal, like I intruded something so genuinely beautiful. She raised her arms, as if to sway. If only I knew all the ballet terms, I would be able to describe what I saw, that day. It was some twirls and a split of some sort.
I will not break the way you did,
You fell so hard
I've learned the hard way
To never let it get that far
I wanted to laugh. I felt like I was making a fool of myself in my head not knowing what she's doing. She stopped suddenly. She stared at the mirror. I found myself meeting with her amethyst eyes. For a moment, I wanted to just hold that gaze.
Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid
A high soprano voice assaulted my ears. Her eyes looked glassy. Is she going to burst out in tears? I didn't think so. She stared at her reflection for a while then her eyes flicked. At that moment, I realized I was seen. I knew that I stared too long. She felt my gaze on her.
She turned her neck towards my direction. I held my breath and ran, like the coward that I was. I dug my grave. She probably thought I was a stalker. It was wrong for me to stare but I couldn't help it. Something inside be clicked. I found that my feet had a mind of their own and I was standing in my music room at home.
I grabbed my guitar and planted my butt on the bench near the piano. I found my music sheets and pieces of paper on top of the grand piano and my pen. I made mad scribbles of lines, rhythms and melodies. Whatever I saw that night gave me something I needed. I was grateful but I had to prepare myself for the consequences of my actions.
The first time I saw her, was also the first time I wrote my first original song. I was proud of that moment, but now, it brings back memories only I can remember.
The next day was eventful for me. I remember that I was hoping she was in another department, because I don't see her in school often. I hoped she forgot, but I wasn't lucky. Never was, never will. I noticed a head of purple hair approach me, just before my Psychology class. I was sitting quietly on my desk, like usual, albeit, still bummed at myself from the nights previous events. She slammed her books on my desk.
My eyes locked with amethyst ones. Fuck. The fire in her eyes drew me towards her. I remember gulping at our close proximity.
"Hiiragizawa-san, the next time you decide to stalk someone make sure said someone does not see you. Practice your perverted act."
I blink. What the fuck. I have to admit that back then I wasn't as calm and collected as I am now. I stumbled a lot, during our first meeting.
"I'm sorry. Do I know you?"
Stupid. Stupid. Nice question, Eriol. Good job to you. My brain chanted those. Looking back at it now. I still feel dumb.
"I think you know more than I do."
With that she grabbed her stuff and walk off. She sat on a seat at the far front. She gave me a glare and just waited for our teacher. Wait, shit. She's my classmate? I'm screwed.I laugh at myself each time I remember how totally out of it I was back in college. I didn't even recognize my classmates. In my defense, our class is a big class. Back in college, we're not expected to know everyone. We minded our own business.
I only found out her name when Yamazaki tapped me from the back.
"Hiiragizawa, how did you manage to piss of Daidouji?"
I wanted to tell him "if only you know". I wanted to laugh more so from utter embarrassment. I was caught staring. It was rude. I remember blaming myself as well as her. She just had to be so fucking unreal.
"That's none of your business"
I dismissed the discussion. I knew he would pry but the teacher came. I was saved from my impending bad mood.
During class, I'd decided to at least talk to Daidouji. It was really wrong for me to be frazzled about it. My coolness ego was somewhere. I must have dropped it.
I remember feeling like a pre-teen the first few interactions with her. She rattled me. Until now, she manages to pull at my heart, inspiring me to write even if she's all the way in Tokyo.
"Daidouji-san, may I speak with you for a moment?"
I remember her angry face directed towards me. She glared at me. "I would but I'm worried for my safety. As you can see, you made an impression on me, one of a stalker and a psycho."
By then, we were attracting attention from our classmates. I told myself to hurry it up before everybody in the whole school finds that Eriol Hiiragizawa is a psychopath. I had a reputation in school.
"Daidouji-san, I want a chance to explain what happened yesterday. I didn't mean to watch you."
She sighed. I noticed her features softened. Those were the most memorable ones of hers. When her expression softens and a smile graces her, she could bring anyone to their kees.
"Alright, I'm not completely heartless. Sorry about attacking you all of a sudden."
I laughed. I heard her chuckle.
"It's okay. If our places were switched, I bet I'll accuse you of stalking like those fan girls."
I heard muffled laughter. I looked at her and she gave me a small smile. Those small laughter was implanted in my brain.
"I should hope that you don't think I'm your fan girl. I don't even know what you are famed for."
It was formality bullshit but it was a friendly banter. I handled it either way. She was something else entirely. Besides, I wanted her to smile. I remember that feeling of itching to compose, when I've had our first conversation. It took every ounce of me not to grab my bag and head for my sanctuary in school, the band room. Not from bad conversation, but I badly wanted to continue what I started the previous night. I was fueled and pumped.
"The band, Daidouji-san."
We took a walk to the cafeteria. She invited me to join her so I could further explain what I did. My nerves were evident but, I was comfortable with how it was going.
"So tell me more about the band"
That's how we started our conversation over lunch. The band, which was good considering that it was my explanation for the whole ordeal.
"Daidouji-san, last night, I had band practice. My band was selected to perform in the battle of the bands this coming October."
She raised an eyebrow at me. She always did question my motives.
"I don't see where you are headed, Hiiragizawa. I heard the battle of the bands were after the summer. It was to open the new school year, officially."
I nodded my head. I obviously needed to talk more sense. The girl was smart, still is if Forbes is an indicator.
"All bands were tasked to create their own song. We didn't have one. Most of the bands, as well. The modern music department agreed to loan the band rooms at night for the participants. My band went home quite late because of the problem with the song. I was going home when I passed by the performing arts building. I heard noise coming from it so I explored it. That's when I saw you."
She nodded her head in understanding. Relief washed over me when I saw comprehension in her actions.
"So you weren't really there watching me on purpose. You were there by accident?"
"Yes, but to be honest I watched you dance a bit. I also heard you sing. You are amazing. I would offer you a spot as our singer but that my job."
I grinned. I noticed she blushed.
"I'm not much of a performer, but coming from you I'll just take it as a compliment."
"Well, I guess we could chart this up to an awkward beginning of a friendship."
She smiled softly. In a split second, I noticed something off about her. Her smiles were small, never reaching her eyes. They were guarded and reserved.
It should have been a warning for me to stay away from her, but I couldn't help it. She was like magnet, and I was the unsuspecting metal.
"So, you're in my psychology class?"
She stared at me like I was crazy. Until today, the memory of her astonished face still haunt me. It's a funny thing.
"Are you blind? We're also classmates in some History and Math classes for a few years now."
My years in college meant focusing on the band and getting through my education. I barely noticed people, so what she said came as a surprise.
"We are? Well, I didn't know that. Are you sure you're not the one stalking me?"
"You're not my type, sorry"
My ego was slightly bruised. Just a bit, but I found our conversation easy and relaxed.
"All the same, I'm Eriol Hiiragizawa."
I extended my hand. I thought I couldn't go by just knowing her name is Daidouji, because I only found out from Yamazaki at that time. I didn't tell her that though. Introducing myself was the perfect way to know, but she read me like a book, back then.
"You don't know my name, do you? I bet your friends asked "What did you do to Daidouji" that's why you know how to call me."
She smirked. Smartass. She was really entertaining, even now I found myself smiling at her memory.
"Well, I didn't mean to be that obvious."
My hand, still extended was waiting expectantly. I didn't want to miss my chance at knowing more about her.
"Tomoyo Daidouji"
She accepted my hand. From then, I guess, we've established a sort of friendship, but things happened and our story was cut short. I never regret meeting her or what I did for her. I admit I sometimes wish I could see her.
After talking to her that afternoon, I was lucky enough not to have a class. I wanted to work on my song a bit more, because my fingers itched to write the melody I heard listening to her.
On that same day I met her, I observed something alarming. I was standing near the window. The window was facing the driveway of the music building. I saw my purple haired "friend" approached a silver car. She looked a bit distressed. I saw a hand pull her to the car. I wondered what happened then, but in the weeks leading up to the battle of the bands, I learned a lot about her.
After meeting her, I started literally seeing her all the time. Tomoyo Daidouji gave me me something wonderful, even if she doesn't know it. 3 years away from Japan, I still feel like thanking her. Maybe one day, but I best hope that whatever I come up with is worth her favor, because she's still a Daidouji and I am just a muscian.