Note: This is my first time writing this and I know all the stories are the same, with Eriol going back to Japan or Tomoyo going to England, but trust me this is a whole new story... I hope! Anyway, please be gentle, because this is my first E+T fic! I'm not that good in Japanese, but thanx to some of you awesome CCS authors (especially to GreenMystress) who gave me a chance to learn some Japanese to use for my story!
Reflections In The Mirror
Chapter 1 - Just Visiting
Finding the right moment to take a deep breath, he stepped out of the train and looked around calmly, followed by his two companions closely behind.
"Ahhhh, I'm glad to be home again!" a feminine voice squealed in delight. She stretched and yawned, turning around to wave at the train, which consisted of four frightened young men all hiding in fear of the crazy woman who chased them around.
"Don't you ever quit?" a hollowed, deep voice spoke from inside her pocket. A tiny, bunny-like eared creature popped its head out of her shoulder bag and looked up at the woman. "Those poor young men," he added.
She grinned. "What's wrong with a little fun, Suppi-chan?" The woman glanced towards her master curiously, his back facing her. Throughout the trip, Hiragizawa-kun has been quiet and she could tell that whenever he was quiet, something was bothering him and she couldn't help but wonder what made him frown so much that made him opposite of who he was. "Master? Are you all right? You seem to be unhappy about coming back here." Usually, she was worried for her master whenever he had nothing to say. Hiragizawa-kun spoke a lot, but never has she seen Eriol so quiet on a train ride. Why wouldn't he be so excited about going back to Japan again?
Eriol glanced over his shoulder at Nakuru and smiled. "I am fine, Nakuru. I am just glad to be back again."
Noting the truth in his words, Nakuru's mouth turned into a smile, grabbed hers and Eriol-kun's suitcase and dashed towards the exit without waiting for the others. Spinel flew on his master's shoulder and shook his heard towards the energetic Nakuru. "Why did we ever let her come along?" Suppi-chan spoke, with a slight annoyance in his voice, despite the knowledge that Nakuru was always excited when it comes to Japan and meeting Touya again. Touya, to what Spinel heard from Nakuru's speech, was the 'love of her life.'
"Give her a break, Spinel, she's just excited," Eriol answered, walking towards the outgoing human form of Ruby Moon, as she waited near the entrance.
"Too excited," Spinel mumbled, flying back inside the comfort of Nakuru's bag when they caught up with her.
The lavender haired woman chose not to hear the last comment Spinel made; instead she turned and signaled for a taxi.
****************
The ride took only forty-five minutes from the airport to the place where memories of him as a ten-year-old boy danced melodiously in his mind. He examined the neighborhood carefully, expecting any changes or additions to the small peacefully city of Tomoeda. However, there was none that made him see any additions of new homes or any spaces for building a home. It was the same as he remembered it to be. The bakery was still owned by Hiroshi-kun (sorry I don't know the names of everyone in the town), whose store was still selling with baked goods from all towns. Eriol remembered the first time he tasted his famous, Raspberry cream pie and ever since he tasted it, he made sure that everyday at lunch and after school, he would go to Hiroshi's place and buy it. Following behind him, he could hear Nakuru pointing at all the places she remembered, recalling them and bringing back some memories to Eriol whenever he had forgotten who lived in what place. Suppi-chan, of course, stayed quiet, doing his best not to yell at Nakuru for being so annoying. They all turned the corner where they usually turn for their old home and finally found themselves back in the past. All three of them stood staring at the large mansion where the magician lived in.
Nakuru jumped up and down, clapping her hands in delight. "Yeay! Look Eriol! It's our old home!" She ran inside, pushing the gates out of her way, knowing it wasn't locked and into the large Hiragizawa mansion. Suppi-chan and Eriol watched her run inside the abandoned house.
"What's happened to the mansion, master?" Suppi-chan asked, examining the old house. He squirmed at the appearance of the home. The windows were smashed, leaving pieces of glass on the ground. One half of the gate was pushed down and, by the looks of it, with a full force, while the other half was blowing lightly by the gust of wind that blew through. The roof was tainted with rust and the once beautiful colour of magenta now turned into the colour of reddish-brown, which made it very unattractive. Although the walls still had the same blank colour, the rusting of the roof did not make the mansion anymore beautiful. Suppi-chan frowned and turned to his master for an answer after a few moments of silence.
Eriol glanced at him and smiled. "No one lived in the house," was all he could answer. He was deeply hurt that the house he made from scratch was now a heap of junk ready to be thrown away in the garbage can. Despite the appearance, however, it still held memories of his childhood. He remembered the first time he and.... He turned away from the mansion. "I'm going to see some of my old friends from my school," he spoke, before leaving the presence of his servants.
Spinel watched him go; noticing the changes Eriol was going through in his life. At the age of ten, Eriol was usually the talkative type, but this time, Eriol was seventeen, a teenager, and a moody individual. Spinel can no longer get the words out of his mouth that consisted more than one sentences. He's watched Eriol grow into a young man ever since he can remember and there were times that he wondered what would become of them once he had grown into a man. He remembered being told by his master that once he was a man, he will lose his powers and someone else will have to take his place and his existence will be forever put back to where it belonged. Eriol will no longer be needed, nor Clow Reed for there will be a new master for them. Spinel shook his head of the thought of losing their master and friend. Where will they go if he was to leave their lives forever?
Eriol searched around the suburbs, admiring the beauty of the cherry blossoms now blooming and turned several corners until he found himself in the most beautiful streets of Tomoeda, Japan. It was easy for him to find the Kinomoto resident since nothing changed, except for added slides and swings at the park near the school so more kids can play. Once he arrived there, he knocked on the door, expecting to find a beautiful young woman with brown hair and emerald eyes. However, as he waited for a few seconds, no one came to open the door. Eriol knocked again. Still, there was nothing. He sighed and decided to visit Tomoyo just a few blocks away from Sakura's home.
*****************
A drop of water dripped from down her spine, until her ankles, causing her to shiver. She grabbed her purple silk robe from the towel rack and put it on, wrapping the belt around her waist. More water dripped down her back from her wet hair, soaking through her robe as she stepped out of the shower stall. For some strange reason, as she began to twist her long dark hair with her purple towel, she hummed a tune she had not heard for six years. It was the song she first sang at a choir concert as a solo. Tomoyo smiled at the thought and after finishing wrapping the towel around her hair, she flipped her head back up, feeling a little dizzy from the impact and looked at herself in the mirror. She stared for a moment at the reflection, reaching with her tiny hands towards the mirrored face and sighed. Without a word in her thoughts, she turned and walked out of the bathroom. With only a robe and a towel around her hair, Tomoyo ran down the stairs and to the kitchen to make tea. She poured water in the teakettle and turned on the stove to boil the water, then walked to the cupboard and grabbed a handful of any food she can eat. She couldn't help but fill her arms with any types of food she could find. Her arms were filled with potato chips and when she couldn't handle anymore, she placed the end of the bag near her lips and closed her mouth.
The doorbell suddenly rang startling her from what she was doing. Tomoyo glanced towards the door, where she can see it just a few meters away and sighed, opening her mouth as the potato bag fell on the floor with a silent 'crunch.' "Nuriko! Nuriko will you please get that?" she called to one of her mother's servants, though she preferred them as her friends. "My hands are kind of full right now and... Nuriko?" No response. Tomoyo frowned, realizing that she was all alone because Nuriko was off for the day. She gave the rest of her maids the day off for she wanted to be left alone for awhile so she can prove to her mother that she didn't need to be taken care of.
The doorbell rang again. Sighing a deep breath, she dropped the bags from her arms and ran to answer the door. The dark haired girl was just out of breath when she made it to the front door. She paused for a while to catch her breath and opened the door slowly. She peeked her head out and noticed a handsome tall young man standing there with a smile on his face.
"Hai? (yes?)" she said, opening the door wider, not realizing she was wearing a robe with nothing else.
As well, Eriol did not realize she was wearing a very revealing silk robe and continued to smile towards the lovely Tomoyo. He noticed she hasn't changed much. She was still the same, beautiful as a violet flower and the one who spoke with a soft voice. His admiration towards her has always been a friend to a friend and nothing more, yet sometimes he felt compelled not to feel any love towards her. He was certainly attracted to her at first, but it quickly died down when he met Kaho. "Konnichi wa (good afternoon), Daidouji-san," he greeted, with a wave of his hand.
Tomoyo studied him for a while, and then her face widened into a smile as a sign of recognition kicked in. Her eyebrows eventually lifted up into happiness and she opened her mouth to speak. "Hiragizawa-kun?" Without a second thought, she wrapped her arms around him for a hug and smiled. "Hiragizawa-kun!!!! It's so nice to see you!" She couldn't recognize the young man. Even though he has grown taller, Eriol still looked the same, with his piercing blue eyes and short cropped dark hair, which looked blue when light bounces off of it.
Slightly bewildered by the embrace, Eriol hugged her back, wrapping his arms around her waist for a hug. "It's nice to see you too, Daidouji-san," he whispered in her ear, his deep voice tingling her ear.
Realizing at what she was doing and to what she was wearing, she pulled from Eriol's embrace and blushed, looking at herself. Eriol followed his eyes and his face heated up into crimson red as well, noticing the way she looked. Tomoyo grinned.
"Um... I'm going to change now. Why don't you come in?" She opened the door wider. "I'll be right back so just make yourself at home" she said, the redness of her cheeks never leaving her face. She turned and walked up the stairs back to her bedroom to get changed.
Eriol entered the beautiful Daidouji resident. It was still the same as well, although it has been a long time since he visited the place, he still remembered it like glue in his head. He visited the home only once in his lifetime when they had to work together for a science project. He entered the living room cautiously, his eyes catching a portrait of a beautiful young woman above the fireplace. The woman was sitting on a single chair as she smiled. Though her hair seemed dark, the woman had a hint of purple on it, preferably from the light emitted from somewhere. Eriol recognized the woman as Tomoyo and he found himself suddenly mesmerized by her.
Tomoyo returned a few minutes later and when he heard her come down the stairs, Eriol pried her eyes off the painting and turned around to face her. The girl was wearing a light blue tank top with spaghetti straps, which accentuated her chests and tight jean Capri pants that showed the smoothness of her skin. Eriol couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He just remembered her as the ten-year-old girl, best friends and cousins with Sakura and his classmate in elementary school. It has been far too long and Daidouji Tomoyo grew up into a beautiful young woman. He nodded at her presence and smiled, turning his eyes away from the beautiful sight and pretended to be interested in the living room.
"Your house it still the same as I recall it," Eriol spoke. His eyes once again settled on the portrait of Tomoyo. He was getting curious. "Who painted your portrait? It's very beautiful."
Tomoyo reached him eventually and smiled, blushing. She moved to his side and looked at the picture with him. "A friend of mine did it," she replied.
Eriol glanced at her and smiled. "Oh really? What's her name? Maybe I can ask if she can do a portrait of me before I go back to England?"
The girl chuckled. "Actually, HE went back to Hong Kong. You might know him." She watched as Eriol's eyes widened in surprise, which made her laugh even more.
Eriol stared at her, confused beyond anything else. He was about to say something else, when he smelled something burning. "Are you cooking something?"
Tomoyo's eyes widened. She turned to the direction of the kitchen. "AHHH!" she screamed, running to the kitchen. Eriol followed and noticed her turning off the stove and reaching out to remove the boiling kettle. She sighed a breath of relief and turned her head towards Eriol, who was trying to stifle a laugh. Tomoyo grinned. "I- I'm making tea, want some?"
The dark haired boy smiled. "Sure, why not?" Without her permission, he moved around looking for the tea bags, but he couldn't find it. Despite the start of his frustration, Eriol kept smiling and turned to face Tomoyo, who was busy watching him curiously. "Where are the tea bags?"
Tomoyo giggled. "Hai, the tea bags," she said, turning around to face a cupboard behind her. She opened it, taking out a box full of tea inside and showed it to Eriol. "Here they are. This bag contains different types of tea. What flavour do you want?" She handed the box to Eriol.
Eriol examined the box for a while and quickly made his decision on a ginger tea. He took out that flavour and handed the box back to Tomoyo, who took out her own bag of tea and put the box back to where it belonged. Eriol watched as Tomoyo shuffled around the room, grabbing two glasses and pouring the hot water in both of them. "Do know where Sakura is? I went to her house earlier and no one answered," he spoke, finding this the right moment to ask. Him and Tomoyo were never that close, but Eriol sometimes feels he knows her very well whenever he talked to her. Tomoyo was an easy person to talk to. She is kind, honest and generous.
Tomoyo grabbed two stir sticks from the drawer below her and put it on the two hot water filled glasses. "Sakura doesn't live there anymore," she answered.
Eriol nodded. He was hoping to see Sakura and know how she was doing. The Clow Reed in him made him feel that he needed to know if Sakura was all right. After all, she was taking care of the two most important creatures in Clow Reed's life. They were the first of his creations, the protectors of his life and his friends for eternity. Yue and Keroberos. "Really? Where does she live now?" He leaned against the refrigerator and looked at her as he flipped the tea bag over and over around his fingers.
Tomoyo turned, handing him a glass and looked at him. "Well, she moved about a month ago to Hong Kong with her otousan (father) and oniichan (brother). She wanted to pursue her career there in dancing instead."
"And pursue a certain cute ancestor of mine?" He arched an eyebrow and looked at her with a smile on his face. He knew everything about his cute ancestor and his feelings towards the card mistress. He put his tea bag inside the glass and grabbed the string attached to it, dabbing it over and over again on the water until it turned the greenish colour. He stirred it with his stirring stick, blowing at it so it can cool and lifted it up to his lips, sipping it gently and soundlessly.
Tomoyo laughed. "That must be it," she said, doing the same thing Eriol was doing.
After that, they were silent, staring at nothing and sipping their tea. Tomoyo was thinking of something else to say, but when she thought it over in her head, she decided to close the subject and continued to drink her tea in silence. Eriol kept glancing at her, wondering how she could have grown into someone so beautiful, which he failed to stop and look. Not seeing each other for seven years was somewhat, overwhelming. They barely spoke to each other, so how can they ever talk to each other now?
The rest of the afternoon was spent on saying nothing more.
GoodGurl: WOO! Done that!!! This is my first so please don't flame me! _
Reflections In The Mirror
Chapter 1 - Just Visiting
Finding the right moment to take a deep breath, he stepped out of the train and looked around calmly, followed by his two companions closely behind.
"Ahhhh, I'm glad to be home again!" a feminine voice squealed in delight. She stretched and yawned, turning around to wave at the train, which consisted of four frightened young men all hiding in fear of the crazy woman who chased them around.
"Don't you ever quit?" a hollowed, deep voice spoke from inside her pocket. A tiny, bunny-like eared creature popped its head out of her shoulder bag and looked up at the woman. "Those poor young men," he added.
She grinned. "What's wrong with a little fun, Suppi-chan?" The woman glanced towards her master curiously, his back facing her. Throughout the trip, Hiragizawa-kun has been quiet and she could tell that whenever he was quiet, something was bothering him and she couldn't help but wonder what made him frown so much that made him opposite of who he was. "Master? Are you all right? You seem to be unhappy about coming back here." Usually, she was worried for her master whenever he had nothing to say. Hiragizawa-kun spoke a lot, but never has she seen Eriol so quiet on a train ride. Why wouldn't he be so excited about going back to Japan again?
Eriol glanced over his shoulder at Nakuru and smiled. "I am fine, Nakuru. I am just glad to be back again."
Noting the truth in his words, Nakuru's mouth turned into a smile, grabbed hers and Eriol-kun's suitcase and dashed towards the exit without waiting for the others. Spinel flew on his master's shoulder and shook his heard towards the energetic Nakuru. "Why did we ever let her come along?" Suppi-chan spoke, with a slight annoyance in his voice, despite the knowledge that Nakuru was always excited when it comes to Japan and meeting Touya again. Touya, to what Spinel heard from Nakuru's speech, was the 'love of her life.'
"Give her a break, Spinel, she's just excited," Eriol answered, walking towards the outgoing human form of Ruby Moon, as she waited near the entrance.
"Too excited," Spinel mumbled, flying back inside the comfort of Nakuru's bag when they caught up with her.
The lavender haired woman chose not to hear the last comment Spinel made; instead she turned and signaled for a taxi.
****************
The ride took only forty-five minutes from the airport to the place where memories of him as a ten-year-old boy danced melodiously in his mind. He examined the neighborhood carefully, expecting any changes or additions to the small peacefully city of Tomoeda. However, there was none that made him see any additions of new homes or any spaces for building a home. It was the same as he remembered it to be. The bakery was still owned by Hiroshi-kun (sorry I don't know the names of everyone in the town), whose store was still selling with baked goods from all towns. Eriol remembered the first time he tasted his famous, Raspberry cream pie and ever since he tasted it, he made sure that everyday at lunch and after school, he would go to Hiroshi's place and buy it. Following behind him, he could hear Nakuru pointing at all the places she remembered, recalling them and bringing back some memories to Eriol whenever he had forgotten who lived in what place. Suppi-chan, of course, stayed quiet, doing his best not to yell at Nakuru for being so annoying. They all turned the corner where they usually turn for their old home and finally found themselves back in the past. All three of them stood staring at the large mansion where the magician lived in.
Nakuru jumped up and down, clapping her hands in delight. "Yeay! Look Eriol! It's our old home!" She ran inside, pushing the gates out of her way, knowing it wasn't locked and into the large Hiragizawa mansion. Suppi-chan and Eriol watched her run inside the abandoned house.
"What's happened to the mansion, master?" Suppi-chan asked, examining the old house. He squirmed at the appearance of the home. The windows were smashed, leaving pieces of glass on the ground. One half of the gate was pushed down and, by the looks of it, with a full force, while the other half was blowing lightly by the gust of wind that blew through. The roof was tainted with rust and the once beautiful colour of magenta now turned into the colour of reddish-brown, which made it very unattractive. Although the walls still had the same blank colour, the rusting of the roof did not make the mansion anymore beautiful. Suppi-chan frowned and turned to his master for an answer after a few moments of silence.
Eriol glanced at him and smiled. "No one lived in the house," was all he could answer. He was deeply hurt that the house he made from scratch was now a heap of junk ready to be thrown away in the garbage can. Despite the appearance, however, it still held memories of his childhood. He remembered the first time he and.... He turned away from the mansion. "I'm going to see some of my old friends from my school," he spoke, before leaving the presence of his servants.
Spinel watched him go; noticing the changes Eriol was going through in his life. At the age of ten, Eriol was usually the talkative type, but this time, Eriol was seventeen, a teenager, and a moody individual. Spinel can no longer get the words out of his mouth that consisted more than one sentences. He's watched Eriol grow into a young man ever since he can remember and there were times that he wondered what would become of them once he had grown into a man. He remembered being told by his master that once he was a man, he will lose his powers and someone else will have to take his place and his existence will be forever put back to where it belonged. Eriol will no longer be needed, nor Clow Reed for there will be a new master for them. Spinel shook his head of the thought of losing their master and friend. Where will they go if he was to leave their lives forever?
Eriol searched around the suburbs, admiring the beauty of the cherry blossoms now blooming and turned several corners until he found himself in the most beautiful streets of Tomoeda, Japan. It was easy for him to find the Kinomoto resident since nothing changed, except for added slides and swings at the park near the school so more kids can play. Once he arrived there, he knocked on the door, expecting to find a beautiful young woman with brown hair and emerald eyes. However, as he waited for a few seconds, no one came to open the door. Eriol knocked again. Still, there was nothing. He sighed and decided to visit Tomoyo just a few blocks away from Sakura's home.
*****************
A drop of water dripped from down her spine, until her ankles, causing her to shiver. She grabbed her purple silk robe from the towel rack and put it on, wrapping the belt around her waist. More water dripped down her back from her wet hair, soaking through her robe as she stepped out of the shower stall. For some strange reason, as she began to twist her long dark hair with her purple towel, she hummed a tune she had not heard for six years. It was the song she first sang at a choir concert as a solo. Tomoyo smiled at the thought and after finishing wrapping the towel around her hair, she flipped her head back up, feeling a little dizzy from the impact and looked at herself in the mirror. She stared for a moment at the reflection, reaching with her tiny hands towards the mirrored face and sighed. Without a word in her thoughts, she turned and walked out of the bathroom. With only a robe and a towel around her hair, Tomoyo ran down the stairs and to the kitchen to make tea. She poured water in the teakettle and turned on the stove to boil the water, then walked to the cupboard and grabbed a handful of any food she can eat. She couldn't help but fill her arms with any types of food she could find. Her arms were filled with potato chips and when she couldn't handle anymore, she placed the end of the bag near her lips and closed her mouth.
The doorbell suddenly rang startling her from what she was doing. Tomoyo glanced towards the door, where she can see it just a few meters away and sighed, opening her mouth as the potato bag fell on the floor with a silent 'crunch.' "Nuriko! Nuriko will you please get that?" she called to one of her mother's servants, though she preferred them as her friends. "My hands are kind of full right now and... Nuriko?" No response. Tomoyo frowned, realizing that she was all alone because Nuriko was off for the day. She gave the rest of her maids the day off for she wanted to be left alone for awhile so she can prove to her mother that she didn't need to be taken care of.
The doorbell rang again. Sighing a deep breath, she dropped the bags from her arms and ran to answer the door. The dark haired girl was just out of breath when she made it to the front door. She paused for a while to catch her breath and opened the door slowly. She peeked her head out and noticed a handsome tall young man standing there with a smile on his face.
"Hai? (yes?)" she said, opening the door wider, not realizing she was wearing a robe with nothing else.
As well, Eriol did not realize she was wearing a very revealing silk robe and continued to smile towards the lovely Tomoyo. He noticed she hasn't changed much. She was still the same, beautiful as a violet flower and the one who spoke with a soft voice. His admiration towards her has always been a friend to a friend and nothing more, yet sometimes he felt compelled not to feel any love towards her. He was certainly attracted to her at first, but it quickly died down when he met Kaho. "Konnichi wa (good afternoon), Daidouji-san," he greeted, with a wave of his hand.
Tomoyo studied him for a while, and then her face widened into a smile as a sign of recognition kicked in. Her eyebrows eventually lifted up into happiness and she opened her mouth to speak. "Hiragizawa-kun?" Without a second thought, she wrapped her arms around him for a hug and smiled. "Hiragizawa-kun!!!! It's so nice to see you!" She couldn't recognize the young man. Even though he has grown taller, Eriol still looked the same, with his piercing blue eyes and short cropped dark hair, which looked blue when light bounces off of it.
Slightly bewildered by the embrace, Eriol hugged her back, wrapping his arms around her waist for a hug. "It's nice to see you too, Daidouji-san," he whispered in her ear, his deep voice tingling her ear.
Realizing at what she was doing and to what she was wearing, she pulled from Eriol's embrace and blushed, looking at herself. Eriol followed his eyes and his face heated up into crimson red as well, noticing the way she looked. Tomoyo grinned.
"Um... I'm going to change now. Why don't you come in?" She opened the door wider. "I'll be right back so just make yourself at home" she said, the redness of her cheeks never leaving her face. She turned and walked up the stairs back to her bedroom to get changed.
Eriol entered the beautiful Daidouji resident. It was still the same as well, although it has been a long time since he visited the place, he still remembered it like glue in his head. He visited the home only once in his lifetime when they had to work together for a science project. He entered the living room cautiously, his eyes catching a portrait of a beautiful young woman above the fireplace. The woman was sitting on a single chair as she smiled. Though her hair seemed dark, the woman had a hint of purple on it, preferably from the light emitted from somewhere. Eriol recognized the woman as Tomoyo and he found himself suddenly mesmerized by her.
Tomoyo returned a few minutes later and when he heard her come down the stairs, Eriol pried her eyes off the painting and turned around to face her. The girl was wearing a light blue tank top with spaghetti straps, which accentuated her chests and tight jean Capri pants that showed the smoothness of her skin. Eriol couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He just remembered her as the ten-year-old girl, best friends and cousins with Sakura and his classmate in elementary school. It has been far too long and Daidouji Tomoyo grew up into a beautiful young woman. He nodded at her presence and smiled, turning his eyes away from the beautiful sight and pretended to be interested in the living room.
"Your house it still the same as I recall it," Eriol spoke. His eyes once again settled on the portrait of Tomoyo. He was getting curious. "Who painted your portrait? It's very beautiful."
Tomoyo reached him eventually and smiled, blushing. She moved to his side and looked at the picture with him. "A friend of mine did it," she replied.
Eriol glanced at her and smiled. "Oh really? What's her name? Maybe I can ask if she can do a portrait of me before I go back to England?"
The girl chuckled. "Actually, HE went back to Hong Kong. You might know him." She watched as Eriol's eyes widened in surprise, which made her laugh even more.
Eriol stared at her, confused beyond anything else. He was about to say something else, when he smelled something burning. "Are you cooking something?"
Tomoyo's eyes widened. She turned to the direction of the kitchen. "AHHH!" she screamed, running to the kitchen. Eriol followed and noticed her turning off the stove and reaching out to remove the boiling kettle. She sighed a breath of relief and turned her head towards Eriol, who was trying to stifle a laugh. Tomoyo grinned. "I- I'm making tea, want some?"
The dark haired boy smiled. "Sure, why not?" Without her permission, he moved around looking for the tea bags, but he couldn't find it. Despite the start of his frustration, Eriol kept smiling and turned to face Tomoyo, who was busy watching him curiously. "Where are the tea bags?"
Tomoyo giggled. "Hai, the tea bags," she said, turning around to face a cupboard behind her. She opened it, taking out a box full of tea inside and showed it to Eriol. "Here they are. This bag contains different types of tea. What flavour do you want?" She handed the box to Eriol.
Eriol examined the box for a while and quickly made his decision on a ginger tea. He took out that flavour and handed the box back to Tomoyo, who took out her own bag of tea and put the box back to where it belonged. Eriol watched as Tomoyo shuffled around the room, grabbing two glasses and pouring the hot water in both of them. "Do know where Sakura is? I went to her house earlier and no one answered," he spoke, finding this the right moment to ask. Him and Tomoyo were never that close, but Eriol sometimes feels he knows her very well whenever he talked to her. Tomoyo was an easy person to talk to. She is kind, honest and generous.
Tomoyo grabbed two stir sticks from the drawer below her and put it on the two hot water filled glasses. "Sakura doesn't live there anymore," she answered.
Eriol nodded. He was hoping to see Sakura and know how she was doing. The Clow Reed in him made him feel that he needed to know if Sakura was all right. After all, she was taking care of the two most important creatures in Clow Reed's life. They were the first of his creations, the protectors of his life and his friends for eternity. Yue and Keroberos. "Really? Where does she live now?" He leaned against the refrigerator and looked at her as he flipped the tea bag over and over around his fingers.
Tomoyo turned, handing him a glass and looked at him. "Well, she moved about a month ago to Hong Kong with her otousan (father) and oniichan (brother). She wanted to pursue her career there in dancing instead."
"And pursue a certain cute ancestor of mine?" He arched an eyebrow and looked at her with a smile on his face. He knew everything about his cute ancestor and his feelings towards the card mistress. He put his tea bag inside the glass and grabbed the string attached to it, dabbing it over and over again on the water until it turned the greenish colour. He stirred it with his stirring stick, blowing at it so it can cool and lifted it up to his lips, sipping it gently and soundlessly.
Tomoyo laughed. "That must be it," she said, doing the same thing Eriol was doing.
After that, they were silent, staring at nothing and sipping their tea. Tomoyo was thinking of something else to say, but when she thought it over in her head, she decided to close the subject and continued to drink her tea in silence. Eriol kept glancing at her, wondering how she could have grown into someone so beautiful, which he failed to stop and look. Not seeing each other for seven years was somewhat, overwhelming. They barely spoke to each other, so how can they ever talk to each other now?
The rest of the afternoon was spent on saying nothing more.
GoodGurl: WOO! Done that!!! This is my first so please don't flame me! _