[Fanfiction] [Crossover] Why Did I Fall in Love with you?
Title: Why did I fall in love with you?
Author: Dark Hooded Eriol the Magician
Series: Ouran High School Host Club / Cardcaptor Sakura
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/ Angst
Status: In-progress
Disclaimer: The song is by DBSK and the characters are made by CLAMP and Hatori Bisco. Support them, please!
Summary: Some of us seek second chances. Will we be brave or will we be cowards again? There is only a choice to do what is right and what is true. Why did I fall in love with you? -KyouyaxTomoyo-
Chapter VIII
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Kyouya never quite remembered how they returned to her hotel room. It was a blur, even to him. He was drunker than he expected. He wasn't sureif it was because of the strong Scotch that he ordered or perhaps it was because of Tomoyo .All he could remember in his drunken haze was that they had locked the door behind them and how he had pushed her against it. He couldn't get enough of her.
Her long eyelashes fluttered like sleepy butterflies as he kissed her again and again. He couldn't get enough of her sensual lips and her soft, womanly body. She squeaked when he carried her towards the bed. Then he felt her trembling when they landed.
Kyouya took a minute to regain his composure. He looked down at her, marveling at her perfection. Her hair was spread out in the pillow, her dress was askew and her cheeks were rosy red. To him, she was a goddess who deserved love and adulation. She returned his gaze without embarrassment. In fact, it looked like arrogance. He found out that he liked that. Most of the women that he had been with were embarrassed by their bodies. She wasn't. It showed in the way she tilted her head to look at him and in the simple gesture of stretching her endless legs.
He tossed his jacket aside and removed his tie. She sat up and fumbled with the zipper at the back of her dress. His heartbeats accelerated madly as she exposed inch by glorious inch. The deep jewel tone of her dress accentuated her flawlessly pale skin. It drove him wild. She actually gasped as his hands roamed all over her body before it pulled the garment off. It disappeared at the foot of the bed.
"Tomoyo-san," he whispered as he pulled her closer to him. Her fingers shyly tugged at the zipper of his slacks while he hastily removed the buttons of his white shirt. He was drowning in the scent of white lilies, fresh and pure. Then his fingers were running all over back, arms, waist, and neck and then burying themselves in her wild curly hair. He wanted to stop but he also didn't want to stop.
Her breath was warm and persuasive on his neck. "Kyouya-kun," she replied as she locked her arms around his neck. A groan escaped his lips when she pressed herself against him. His hands dug into her back as he gently pushed her back into the bed.
Kyouya kissed her. His lips and tongue ventured into uncharted territory like he was a pirate sailing on a new ocean. She was like the sea, merciful and merciless. He drowned in her depths; he reveled in her siren song. There was a mutual unspoken link that connected them and allowed them to let go of themselves for each other. There was no gentleness or compassion as he claimed her. There was only a rising tidal wave of desire that would carry them both over the edge of the world.
His lips and tongue occasionally brushed against her earlobes then her neck to elicit more shivers. His kisses held her down with his weight and desire. His fingers slid upward to cup her small but perfect breasts through her brassiere. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly out of their own volition. Smiling slightly, his hands returned to wandering the other parts of her beautiful body.
"Tomoyo-san, you are beautiful," he whispered as he kissed her lips. "You are perfect."
When she did not answer, he opened his eyes. Blue-gray eyes widened in a mixture of desire and disappointment.
Tomoyo had fallen asleep.
Sighing, he sat up and tried to ignore the discomfort in his boxers. The dark-haired young woman on the bed slept on. He knew that there would be a lot of trouble if they were found in the same hotel room in the next morning. But he decided that he was drunk, tired and sleepy.
Kyouya lay down on the bed and pulled her to him. He wrapped himself around her as a protective cocoon, a shield against the darkness of night. Her breathing was soft and even. With her in his arms, he felt that he could be happy. He could imagine many days and many nights spent like this. It should always be like this. He drifted to sleep.
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She was woken up by the sound of heavy breathing in her ear. Then she closed her eyes against the bright sunshine that filled the room. She blinked sleepily as she looked down to see an arm across her stomach. Her eyes widened. Rigid as a floorboard, she slowly turned her head around to see the sleeping face of Kyouya Ohtori.
Tomoyo bit her lip from screaming out loud. He was on her bed! He was- she checked under the blanket- also naked! (He was wearing blue boxers but that was almost next to nothing, she argued.) She tried to slowly worm her way out of his possessive embrace when it tightened.
Her whole body froze when she heard him murmur her name before he went back to sleep. She tried to ignore the something that was pressing insistently against her back. It was too horrifying to think about. So she redirected her thoughts towards last night's events.
What did I do last night? She thought frantically. What did I drink? Why is Kyouya-san in my bed? Did we actually make love last night?
There were so many questions that needed so many answers. In the painfully bright light of day, she realized that she probably made plenty of wrong decisions last night. She knew that she drank champagne to sing in front of a large audience and then she escaped to the bar. They had talked and laughed and flirted. That was as far as she remembered. How did they end up in her bed? And most importantly, why are they naked?
Of course, there was a time for answers. She swore that she would extract all of the information from him when they were both horizontal and clothed.
Tomoyo felt his grip loosen. She sat up and pulled the covers to her chest. Staring down at her escort and new friend, she gazed at his sleeping face. In deep slumber, he looked like an innocent lad without a care in the world. She smiled when she traced the smooth brow, the fine nose and the stubborn jaw. He was very handsome. He was going to make a fine husband. She suddenly wanted to kiss him.
Her cheeks reddened. She should not be thinking about those things. She was in a lot of trouble when she got back to Japan for simply sleeping with him. Her mother would have known the minute they entered the same suite! It was going to be a nightmare to straighten things out. It was also going to be totally embarrassing to their families because it was simply against the proper code of conduct. If worse came to worse, their wedding would happen faster than she had planned. That made her head hurt even worse.
"Good morning." His soft and raspy voice caught her attention immediately. She turned to him, blushing. When did they become so familiar? She must have looked so surprised because an amused smile slipped into his lips. "Tomoyo-san?" he inquired innocently.
"Good morning, Kyouya-san." Tomoyo greeted back in a small voice. She couldn't meet his eyes. The sheets rustled. She glanced sideways to see that he was sitting up on the bed already, looking at her steadily. As soon as her eyes registered his chiseled physique, she immediately looked away, much to his amusement.
"Are you feeling better?" he inquired politely. "Would you like coffee for your hangover?"
She nodded then she wished that she hadn't. The throbbing on her temples got worse. She heard him order room service through the telephone before he settled against the headboard. "Thank you," said Tomoyo in a grateful voice.
"I think you need plenty of water and plenty of rest. You couldn't possibly get up after all of that liquor," he murmured as he reached forward to squeeze her exposed shoulder. She looked up to see genuine concern in his eyes. "We can delay our return, if you want to. I don't think you would like to mix jetlag with your hangover."
"Thank you again," she said as she watched him get up, put on his pants, button his shirt and locate his jacket. She noted idly that it was like watching art in motion. His movements were graceful and fluid. There was no waste in energy. She'd never seen a man create an orchestrated ballet simply for his personal grooming. She decided that she found it charming. "Are you going back to your room?"
He smiled at her before he nodded. She saw the look in his eyes. I don't want to expose you to scandal. I'll shower and get dressed first."Would you like to have breakfast downstairs," he asked courteously "or would you share it with me here?"
"We have plenty of things to discuss," she answered "that require privacy."
"I'll be back," Kyouya said simply.
She watched him go. As she lay down on the warm bed, she recalled how warm and solid his body was as he lay beside her. For a tall man, he was made of muscles. The mental image of his perfectly chiseled chest returned.
"Oh!" exclaimed the dark-haired virgin before she buried her face into her silken pillows. Although no one could see her face, she still wanted to hide her reaction to the handful of lustful images that flooded her mind. Tomoyo wondered if Kyouya had those kinds of thoughts too.
After half an hour, she received her escort back to her bedroom. She had showered and dressed in spite of her combined hangover and headache. He was surprised to see her wearing slacks and a soft butter cream yellow sweater in bed.
Although she was in no condition to discuss important matters, she was definitely not going to allow it to affect her sartorial choices. She believed in always dressing up in her best, even in her worst days.
He sat down on the chair beside the bed. It wasn't the most comfortable arrangement but it was better than sitting at a crowded restaurant, avoiding curious looks. She smiled at him warmly. He could see the weariness, confusion and delight in her wide violet-blue eyes. After a quick and quiet breakfast, it was she who broke the silence. "What happened?" Tomoyo asked frankly.
"We got drunk at the wedding," he replied gently. "You drank champagne and tequila. I've never seen a young lady mix her drinks like the way you did."
"It's a talent," was her mischievous reply.
Kyouya nodded. He made a mental note to keep her away from liquor. "I took you back to your hotel room afterwards. Then we slept in your hotel room."
Tomoyo's eyes were wide and fearful. "Did we...?"
He knew that he owed her the truth but he decided not to tell her.
(Tomoyo will get disgusted if he said yes because that meant that he exploited her moment of weakness. He couldn't say no because that meant giving up his pride. But he knew that if he confirmed her former suspicion then there was a possibility that she would agree into marrying him to save her from scandal, strengthen their business connections and then create their progeny. He didn't allow himself to think that he was doing it because he wanted to win her heart, protect it from others and cherish her with all of his might. She was broken and angry from yesterday. She would be very disgusted if she thought that he was going to marry her for nothing less than a business arrangement. But they had no choice. It was all that they had. Neither of them was built for love.)
Her eyes shook when he nodded.
"I'm sorry," he whispered after his lie. Her grip on his hand tightened painfully. "We have to be ready for the consequences."
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Tomoyo's heart sank as soon as they arrived in Japan. They were delayed by two days. It didn't surprise her when she was immediately fetched by a small group of personal bodyguards from the airport. Noticing her pale face, one of the more senior bodyguards had whispered in her ear, "It's the Madam who sent us."
She knew that her mother would not let her get away with it. She didn't dare answer her mother's phone calls while they were in England. Every time her mobile phone rang, she felt a pang of guilt strike her heart. She'd never done that before.
Kyouya was more attentive towards her needs and wants. He was still agreeable, polite and confident. They still had plenty of things to talk about. They simply "forgot" their conversation over breakfast. (She knew that she would only ruin their trip by constantly referring to it.) If she was furious over the loss of her precious virginity, she did not let on.
Tomoyo went directly to her mother's office as soon as she arrived in their penthouse. She wasn't surprised that her mother was home. After her disappearing act, she knew that Sonomi was going to be angry and relieved at her return.
"Tomoyo-chan!" Sonomi exclaimed as soon as she announced her arrival. "I was so worried! What happened?"
"There was a mild case of food poisoning," Tomoyo lied with a wince "Ohtori-san was very kind to care for me."
"Is that so?" Sonomi raised an eyebrow. She looked at her daughter skeptically. Of course, she had called her escort several times and got the same response. But she had her own information network. "Was it so bad that it was necessary for him to spend a night on your suite?"
Tomoyo's skin was so pale that it was impossible to hide her blush. She couldn't meet her mother's eyes either. Her hands were shaking. Sonomi let out an audible sigh before she hugged her only daughter. "Y-Yes Mother."
"A mother always knows," said the red-haired Amamiya matriarch. "I'm not angry at you. You're a grown woman, my dear. But this means that it's probably time to get you married to that Ohtori lad. I would rather have him take responsibility for any... fruit... that may come out of your encounter."
"Mother!" Tomoyo exclaimed in shock.
Sonomi hid a smile. Her daughter was still so innocent. She pretended to look strict and formidable. "I won't have an illegitimate grandchild, Tomoyo-chan. You have to think about yourself and your standing in society. You're at the right age and you've met the right young man to settle down with."
Tomoyo stared, still shocked.
Sonomi's eyes turned tender. "You've been through a lot, my dear, with your ex's wedding. But you have to think about these things. I won't press you to settle down but I would urge you to think about it."
"What if I don't love him?"
She was surprised that it even came out of her mouth.
Her mother's smile was sweet-sad. "Love is not a gift that everyone has, my love. You are lucky to have a husband who is rich, handsome and respected in Ohtori-san. I know that he will love and care for you for as long as you live. You cannot ask for more than that."
"Is that how you felt about Father?" Tomoyo asked quietly.
"Yes," she answered as she hugged her daughter. "I loved your father as much as he loved me. When we got married, I didn't even care about him. I was very sorry when he died. I wished that I knew how lucky I was. You know that I never looked at another man after his death."
Tomoyo nodded. Her mother focused all of her love into her after her father died. She was aware of the depth of her mother's passion. "Everything will be all right," she told herself.
Everything will be all right.
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Tamaki Suoh visited his alma mater and his father every once in a while. His father presided over Ouran High School as the Superintendent after retiring from his previous position as the president. He was always welcome.
After chatting animatedly with several of the staff, he finally arrived in his father's office. He threw open the door and announced his arrival with a grand announcement, "Father! Your darling son has arrived to pay you a visit! His heart sings with exuberant joy upon the knowledge of spending precious time with his aging old man..."
The speech was cut short when a paperweight flew to hit the doorframe above his head.
As always, Yuzuru Suoh's aim never missed.
"Father!" Tamaki exlaimed, wounded.
"Come and greet our guests," Yuzuru said amiably. He gestured towards the dark-haired man sitting in front of his desk. "They are going to begin teaching in the high school department next week. Tamaki, this is Professor Eriol Hiiragizawa and Professor Kaho Hiiragizawa from London, England. Professors, this is my son, Tamaki Suoh."
Eriol stood up and faced the heir of Ouran. He had the same smile that Kyouya had, Tamaki noticed immediately. "It's a pleasure to meet you and your wife," he said with a charming smile.
"No, it's a pleasure to meet you." Eriol said quietly as they shook hands. His eyes were very blue. "I would like to invite you and your friends to a dinner party in our country house on Saturday. I want to meet all of the faculty and staff from Ouran High School. If we are going to be colleagues then we must promote good relations."
"That is a brilliant idea!" Tamaki agreed immediately. "I'll go call Kyouya and the others..."
"That would be wonderful," said Eriol.
"You're going to love them! It would be our pleasure to attend!"
"No, it would be our pleasure." Kaho Hiiragizawa smiled.
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To be continued!
Author: Dark Hooded Eriol the Magician
Series: Ouran High School Host Club / Cardcaptor Sakura
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/ Angst
Status: In-progress
Disclaimer: The song is by DBSK and the characters are made by CLAMP and Hatori Bisco. Support them, please!
Summary: Some of us seek second chances. Will we be brave or will we be cowards again? There is only a choice to do what is right and what is true. Why did I fall in love with you? -KyouyaxTomoyo-
Chapter VIII
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Kyouya never quite remembered how they returned to her hotel room. It was a blur, even to him. He was drunker than he expected. He wasn't sureif it was because of the strong Scotch that he ordered or perhaps it was because of Tomoyo .All he could remember in his drunken haze was that they had locked the door behind them and how he had pushed her against it. He couldn't get enough of her.
Her long eyelashes fluttered like sleepy butterflies as he kissed her again and again. He couldn't get enough of her sensual lips and her soft, womanly body. She squeaked when he carried her towards the bed. Then he felt her trembling when they landed.
Kyouya took a minute to regain his composure. He looked down at her, marveling at her perfection. Her hair was spread out in the pillow, her dress was askew and her cheeks were rosy red. To him, she was a goddess who deserved love and adulation. She returned his gaze without embarrassment. In fact, it looked like arrogance. He found out that he liked that. Most of the women that he had been with were embarrassed by their bodies. She wasn't. It showed in the way she tilted her head to look at him and in the simple gesture of stretching her endless legs.
He tossed his jacket aside and removed his tie. She sat up and fumbled with the zipper at the back of her dress. His heartbeats accelerated madly as she exposed inch by glorious inch. The deep jewel tone of her dress accentuated her flawlessly pale skin. It drove him wild. She actually gasped as his hands roamed all over her body before it pulled the garment off. It disappeared at the foot of the bed.
"Tomoyo-san," he whispered as he pulled her closer to him. Her fingers shyly tugged at the zipper of his slacks while he hastily removed the buttons of his white shirt. He was drowning in the scent of white lilies, fresh and pure. Then his fingers were running all over back, arms, waist, and neck and then burying themselves in her wild curly hair. He wanted to stop but he also didn't want to stop.
Her breath was warm and persuasive on his neck. "Kyouya-kun," she replied as she locked her arms around his neck. A groan escaped his lips when she pressed herself against him. His hands dug into her back as he gently pushed her back into the bed.
Kyouya kissed her. His lips and tongue ventured into uncharted territory like he was a pirate sailing on a new ocean. She was like the sea, merciful and merciless. He drowned in her depths; he reveled in her siren song. There was a mutual unspoken link that connected them and allowed them to let go of themselves for each other. There was no gentleness or compassion as he claimed her. There was only a rising tidal wave of desire that would carry them both over the edge of the world.
His lips and tongue occasionally brushed against her earlobes then her neck to elicit more shivers. His kisses held her down with his weight and desire. His fingers slid upward to cup her small but perfect breasts through her brassiere. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly out of their own volition. Smiling slightly, his hands returned to wandering the other parts of her beautiful body.
"Tomoyo-san, you are beautiful," he whispered as he kissed her lips. "You are perfect."
When she did not answer, he opened his eyes. Blue-gray eyes widened in a mixture of desire and disappointment.
Tomoyo had fallen asleep.
Sighing, he sat up and tried to ignore the discomfort in his boxers. The dark-haired young woman on the bed slept on. He knew that there would be a lot of trouble if they were found in the same hotel room in the next morning. But he decided that he was drunk, tired and sleepy.
Kyouya lay down on the bed and pulled her to him. He wrapped himself around her as a protective cocoon, a shield against the darkness of night. Her breathing was soft and even. With her in his arms, he felt that he could be happy. He could imagine many days and many nights spent like this. It should always be like this. He drifted to sleep.
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She was woken up by the sound of heavy breathing in her ear. Then she closed her eyes against the bright sunshine that filled the room. She blinked sleepily as she looked down to see an arm across her stomach. Her eyes widened. Rigid as a floorboard, she slowly turned her head around to see the sleeping face of Kyouya Ohtori.
Tomoyo bit her lip from screaming out loud. He was on her bed! He was- she checked under the blanket- also naked! (He was wearing blue boxers but that was almost next to nothing, she argued.) She tried to slowly worm her way out of his possessive embrace when it tightened.
Her whole body froze when she heard him murmur her name before he went back to sleep. She tried to ignore the something that was pressing insistently against her back. It was too horrifying to think about. So she redirected her thoughts towards last night's events.
What did I do last night? She thought frantically. What did I drink? Why is Kyouya-san in my bed? Did we actually make love last night?
There were so many questions that needed so many answers. In the painfully bright light of day, she realized that she probably made plenty of wrong decisions last night. She knew that she drank champagne to sing in front of a large audience and then she escaped to the bar. They had talked and laughed and flirted. That was as far as she remembered. How did they end up in her bed? And most importantly, why are they naked?
Of course, there was a time for answers. She swore that she would extract all of the information from him when they were both horizontal and clothed.
Tomoyo felt his grip loosen. She sat up and pulled the covers to her chest. Staring down at her escort and new friend, she gazed at his sleeping face. In deep slumber, he looked like an innocent lad without a care in the world. She smiled when she traced the smooth brow, the fine nose and the stubborn jaw. He was very handsome. He was going to make a fine husband. She suddenly wanted to kiss him.
Her cheeks reddened. She should not be thinking about those things. She was in a lot of trouble when she got back to Japan for simply sleeping with him. Her mother would have known the minute they entered the same suite! It was going to be a nightmare to straighten things out. It was also going to be totally embarrassing to their families because it was simply against the proper code of conduct. If worse came to worse, their wedding would happen faster than she had planned. That made her head hurt even worse.
"Good morning." His soft and raspy voice caught her attention immediately. She turned to him, blushing. When did they become so familiar? She must have looked so surprised because an amused smile slipped into his lips. "Tomoyo-san?" he inquired innocently.
"Good morning, Kyouya-san." Tomoyo greeted back in a small voice. She couldn't meet his eyes. The sheets rustled. She glanced sideways to see that he was sitting up on the bed already, looking at her steadily. As soon as her eyes registered his chiseled physique, she immediately looked away, much to his amusement.
"Are you feeling better?" he inquired politely. "Would you like coffee for your hangover?"
She nodded then she wished that she hadn't. The throbbing on her temples got worse. She heard him order room service through the telephone before he settled against the headboard. "Thank you," said Tomoyo in a grateful voice.
"I think you need plenty of water and plenty of rest. You couldn't possibly get up after all of that liquor," he murmured as he reached forward to squeeze her exposed shoulder. She looked up to see genuine concern in his eyes. "We can delay our return, if you want to. I don't think you would like to mix jetlag with your hangover."
"Thank you again," she said as she watched him get up, put on his pants, button his shirt and locate his jacket. She noted idly that it was like watching art in motion. His movements were graceful and fluid. There was no waste in energy. She'd never seen a man create an orchestrated ballet simply for his personal grooming. She decided that she found it charming. "Are you going back to your room?"
He smiled at her before he nodded. She saw the look in his eyes. I don't want to expose you to scandal. I'll shower and get dressed first."Would you like to have breakfast downstairs," he asked courteously "or would you share it with me here?"
"We have plenty of things to discuss," she answered "that require privacy."
"I'll be back," Kyouya said simply.
She watched him go. As she lay down on the warm bed, she recalled how warm and solid his body was as he lay beside her. For a tall man, he was made of muscles. The mental image of his perfectly chiseled chest returned.
"Oh!" exclaimed the dark-haired virgin before she buried her face into her silken pillows. Although no one could see her face, she still wanted to hide her reaction to the handful of lustful images that flooded her mind. Tomoyo wondered if Kyouya had those kinds of thoughts too.
After half an hour, she received her escort back to her bedroom. She had showered and dressed in spite of her combined hangover and headache. He was surprised to see her wearing slacks and a soft butter cream yellow sweater in bed.
Although she was in no condition to discuss important matters, she was definitely not going to allow it to affect her sartorial choices. She believed in always dressing up in her best, even in her worst days.
He sat down on the chair beside the bed. It wasn't the most comfortable arrangement but it was better than sitting at a crowded restaurant, avoiding curious looks. She smiled at him warmly. He could see the weariness, confusion and delight in her wide violet-blue eyes. After a quick and quiet breakfast, it was she who broke the silence. "What happened?" Tomoyo asked frankly.
"We got drunk at the wedding," he replied gently. "You drank champagne and tequila. I've never seen a young lady mix her drinks like the way you did."
"It's a talent," was her mischievous reply.
Kyouya nodded. He made a mental note to keep her away from liquor. "I took you back to your hotel room afterwards. Then we slept in your hotel room."
Tomoyo's eyes were wide and fearful. "Did we...?"
He knew that he owed her the truth but he decided not to tell her.
(Tomoyo will get disgusted if he said yes because that meant that he exploited her moment of weakness. He couldn't say no because that meant giving up his pride. But he knew that if he confirmed her former suspicion then there was a possibility that she would agree into marrying him to save her from scandal, strengthen their business connections and then create their progeny. He didn't allow himself to think that he was doing it because he wanted to win her heart, protect it from others and cherish her with all of his might. She was broken and angry from yesterday. She would be very disgusted if she thought that he was going to marry her for nothing less than a business arrangement. But they had no choice. It was all that they had. Neither of them was built for love.)
Her eyes shook when he nodded.
"I'm sorry," he whispered after his lie. Her grip on his hand tightened painfully. "We have to be ready for the consequences."
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Tomoyo's heart sank as soon as they arrived in Japan. They were delayed by two days. It didn't surprise her when she was immediately fetched by a small group of personal bodyguards from the airport. Noticing her pale face, one of the more senior bodyguards had whispered in her ear, "It's the Madam who sent us."
She knew that her mother would not let her get away with it. She didn't dare answer her mother's phone calls while they were in England. Every time her mobile phone rang, she felt a pang of guilt strike her heart. She'd never done that before.
Kyouya was more attentive towards her needs and wants. He was still agreeable, polite and confident. They still had plenty of things to talk about. They simply "forgot" their conversation over breakfast. (She knew that she would only ruin their trip by constantly referring to it.) If she was furious over the loss of her precious virginity, she did not let on.
Tomoyo went directly to her mother's office as soon as she arrived in their penthouse. She wasn't surprised that her mother was home. After her disappearing act, she knew that Sonomi was going to be angry and relieved at her return.
"Tomoyo-chan!" Sonomi exclaimed as soon as she announced her arrival. "I was so worried! What happened?"
"There was a mild case of food poisoning," Tomoyo lied with a wince "Ohtori-san was very kind to care for me."
"Is that so?" Sonomi raised an eyebrow. She looked at her daughter skeptically. Of course, she had called her escort several times and got the same response. But she had her own information network. "Was it so bad that it was necessary for him to spend a night on your suite?"
Tomoyo's skin was so pale that it was impossible to hide her blush. She couldn't meet her mother's eyes either. Her hands were shaking. Sonomi let out an audible sigh before she hugged her only daughter. "Y-Yes Mother."
"A mother always knows," said the red-haired Amamiya matriarch. "I'm not angry at you. You're a grown woman, my dear. But this means that it's probably time to get you married to that Ohtori lad. I would rather have him take responsibility for any... fruit... that may come out of your encounter."
"Mother!" Tomoyo exclaimed in shock.
Sonomi hid a smile. Her daughter was still so innocent. She pretended to look strict and formidable. "I won't have an illegitimate grandchild, Tomoyo-chan. You have to think about yourself and your standing in society. You're at the right age and you've met the right young man to settle down with."
Tomoyo stared, still shocked.
Sonomi's eyes turned tender. "You've been through a lot, my dear, with your ex's wedding. But you have to think about these things. I won't press you to settle down but I would urge you to think about it."
"What if I don't love him?"
She was surprised that it even came out of her mouth.
Her mother's smile was sweet-sad. "Love is not a gift that everyone has, my love. You are lucky to have a husband who is rich, handsome and respected in Ohtori-san. I know that he will love and care for you for as long as you live. You cannot ask for more than that."
"Is that how you felt about Father?" Tomoyo asked quietly.
"Yes," she answered as she hugged her daughter. "I loved your father as much as he loved me. When we got married, I didn't even care about him. I was very sorry when he died. I wished that I knew how lucky I was. You know that I never looked at another man after his death."
Tomoyo nodded. Her mother focused all of her love into her after her father died. She was aware of the depth of her mother's passion. "Everything will be all right," she told herself.
Everything will be all right.
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Tamaki Suoh visited his alma mater and his father every once in a while. His father presided over Ouran High School as the Superintendent after retiring from his previous position as the president. He was always welcome.
After chatting animatedly with several of the staff, he finally arrived in his father's office. He threw open the door and announced his arrival with a grand announcement, "Father! Your darling son has arrived to pay you a visit! His heart sings with exuberant joy upon the knowledge of spending precious time with his aging old man..."
The speech was cut short when a paperweight flew to hit the doorframe above his head.
As always, Yuzuru Suoh's aim never missed.
"Father!" Tamaki exlaimed, wounded.
"Come and greet our guests," Yuzuru said amiably. He gestured towards the dark-haired man sitting in front of his desk. "They are going to begin teaching in the high school department next week. Tamaki, this is Professor Eriol Hiiragizawa and Professor Kaho Hiiragizawa from London, England. Professors, this is my son, Tamaki Suoh."
Eriol stood up and faced the heir of Ouran. He had the same smile that Kyouya had, Tamaki noticed immediately. "It's a pleasure to meet you and your wife," he said with a charming smile.
"No, it's a pleasure to meet you." Eriol said quietly as they shook hands. His eyes were very blue. "I would like to invite you and your friends to a dinner party in our country house on Saturday. I want to meet all of the faculty and staff from Ouran High School. If we are going to be colleagues then we must promote good relations."
"That is a brilliant idea!" Tamaki agreed immediately. "I'll go call Kyouya and the others..."
"That would be wonderful," said Eriol.
"You're going to love them! It would be our pleasure to attend!"
"No, it would be our pleasure." Kaho Hiiragizawa smiled.
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To be continued!