-SL-: Sorry sorry sorry for the huge wait! I was really trying to make this thing good, but I'm not sure if it is, so I'm extremely sorry if it is crappy or something! Also, I can't remember if the other chap was in Tomi-chan's PoV so I'm just gonna make it 3rd person, m'kay?

It Started with a Kiss: chapter 2

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Moans filled the air in the small room, the pale golden light of the black lamp barely illuminating the faces of two figures that were confined in said room. The sharp silver moonlight barely penetrated the thickness of the silk curtains, the shade of night, as the two lay in bed. Tomoyo lay on her stomach as gentle hands caressed and pressed against the pale skin of her shoulders, her eyes closed and unseeing, an expression of relaxation clearly read on her face. A gentle yet unsteady sigh escaped the young student's lips as she found herself lost in the soothing motions.

"Ooh, yesss…" the girl hissed out, "That feels soooo good!"

"Gods, Tomi, why so tense?" She had heard that saying before; "Is your job knotting your poor little muscles or something?" said the voice of the person who was straddling the violet haired woman from behind.

"Or something' is correct… and from now on, please refrain from calling me 'Tomi,' ok?" she replied with a grin although she was pretty sure the other couldn't see it. Tomoyo sighed once again as a gentle hand slid to the side of her face and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear.

"Why? Has a certain someone already worn out the name?" Tomyo could tell her friend was grinning as she said this, it was as plain as day in her voice.

"Ah, Sakura-chan, what do I do?" Tomoyo questioned with a heavy voice. "When I leaned into him, it was so warm, so comforting, and kinda welcoming… but I wasn't supposed to do it, I wasn't supposed to like it the way I did. I'm supposed to hate him." By now, Tomoyo had thrown Sakura off her in one swift motion and was staring into the palm of her hands that were shaking violently out of uneasiness. "With every fiber of my being, I'm supposed to hate him; hate him from the depths of my soul! ...but I-I can't. I'm looking for reasons to hate, dislike, abhor, detest, loathe him!" Her head shot up suddenly and turned to the direction of her cousin with pleading eyes filled with confusion and a medley of other sorrowful emotions.

"Sakura, what am I supposed to do!" she questioned frantically, "I shouldn't have to be looking for reasons to hate him, they're just meant to come! "

"Now, Tomoyo--"

"I find myself thinking about him more," Tomyo cut in, "constantly lost in some daydream wondering where he might be, what he might be doing, who he might be with… I wondering if her thinks of me in the same way and then if I think he does, my whole body reacts! I feel lightheaded, my body heats up with this WAFF, my stomach does summersaults, and I feel good! And I mean really good! Like I wanna dance or some crazy shit like that!"

Tomyo covered her face with her hands and threw herself back on her bed, her legs flying up and down landing harshly on her beautiful bed sheets kicking wildly, and Sakura had to roll of the bed lest she wanted to become apart of the sheets. She peered above the side of the bed as he cousin - now faced down - let out a frustrated cry and she had to smile. She crawled back up onto the bed and ran her hand throw the older girl's hair soothingly, suddenly something coming to her, "Hey, Tomi-chan--"

"Don't call me that."

Sakura smiled at the brief and childish response to the nickname, "Tell again what it felt like in his arms." She heard a small laugh come from her elder.

"Sakura, don't you already have a boyfriend? Why do you want to know what he feels like?" At this, Sakura purposefully grabbed a handful of silken violet hair and tugged at it roughly.

"Oops, my bad," she said innocently with a fake smile, smiling truthfully when she heard a string of small yet colorful words string from her cousin, "But really, tell me again."

"Fine, fine," Tomoyo said with dramatic sigh as she moved her hands from her face. "Well, when ever I usually lean against someone, I have to constantly shift and turn to get comfortable, but with him… it was like, like we …well he …it was weird, the only way I can explain it is that it was like, I was really, set, I didn't have to move in those few minutes, like we…"

"Molded together? So much that it felt like you two were pieces of a puzzle and you fit perfectly together?" Sakura volunteered softly.

Tomoyo looked up at her with perplexed eyes, "…Yeah."

Sakura nodded, her smile never faltering, "It's the same thing with me and Syao-kun. Tell me, have you ever wondered why you can't find reasons to hate him?" Tomoyo shook her head. "Have you ever though that maybe you weren't meant to hate him and that you're not supposed to hate him." Tomoyo looked up at her from her laying position and shook her head more slowly this time.

"Tomoyo, have you ever though that maybe you're in love?"

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"Hiragiizawa, you're such a damn dweeb."

"But you gotta admit, I'm a cute dweeb, my o so kawaii little cousin."

"But a dweeb none the less… and don't call me that, people might start to get the wrong impression."

"But you know I only do in private, so don't worry!"

"Gods, you're so annoying…"

Syaoran sighed as he stood the broom he had been using straight up and leaned against it with such perfect balance it was unbelievable. He watched as his cousin continued to sweep the pink and white tiles of the little café he owned. Syaoran ran a hand through the mess of chocolate he called hair and sighed once more, "You know, you've got to tell her some time."

"Tell who what some time?" he asked never bothering to look up at Syaoran, who knew that his older cousin was playing dumb. He always did whenever they talked about her.

"You know exactly 'who' and 'what,' idiot."

It was Eriol's turn to sigh this time. He stopped sweeping and leaned the broom up against the pink wall nearest him, then leaning himself behind it. "And what the hell do you expect me to say to her exactly? 'Hey Tomyo, I hope I'm not gonna scare you with this, but I love you! I've loved since the very first time I saw you and I couldn't stop thinking about you ever since'?" he volunteered irritably.

Syaoran raised his shoulders lightly in a shrug and flashed him a goofy grin, "That could work. Just take out the whole scaring her part, keep 'I love you,' and add 'And I didn't even care if you looked like a total geek' or something."

Eriol gave him an incredulous look before it softened and he gave his younger cousin a small smile, "Just what the hell does Sakura see in you, really? I worry about what goes on in that teeny little brain of your's some times. Do you think it's really that easy?--"

"Well it wouldn't be as complicated as it is now if you would stop messing around and just be honest with her."

Eriol's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden response, even though he knew it was true. He turned his head to the side with an easily seen melancholy expression and suddenly found the dirt he'd collected a few moments ago very interesting at the moment.

"Though I do see your point," Syaoran took a maroon cushioned stool that was on top of a table that was very close to him and flipped it over so he could sit on it and leaned the broom against the table, "even though you caused most of the problem. I mean, Tomoyo's a nice girl and all, Sakura talks about her all the time when we're alone, but the way she seems, she'd probably doubt your o so passionate confession of love to her because she's so self-conscious."

"So what should I do?" Eriol asked looking back up at him only to see Syaoran's head was bent.

"Well," he said at length, "Before you tell her anything, you could …maybe you could try to make her feel special, like she's not ugly and she's beautiful, very beautiful. Maybe I could even tell Sakura to give her a makeover to show her that if she would just fix herself up once in a while she wouldn't look so bad. Get her nose outta the freaking books and just have some fun once in a while, I'll probably even throw in a little vacation time for her or something if you'd like." (1)

Eriol was stunned by Syaoran's suggestion. It was simple, yet efficient. He was surprised. He grinned widely at his cousin and walked over to the table he sat at, jumping up to lift himself up onto it, "And you're actually volunteering to do this for me, of all people?" He raised his hand and lightly smacked the back of it against the younger male's forehead, "You feeling okay?"

Syaoran laughed as he shoved Eriol's hand away. Eriol smiled down at Syaoran contently as his younger cousin continued to laugh, turning his head to look up at the full moon through the café window soon after, 'Sakura's really done you some good, Syaoran, she really has.'

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Tomoyo stared blankly at the pale white of her bedroom wall as she lay under the silk black and purple fabric of her sheets atop her bed. Her vile tees were dead and unseeing though they were clearly open. A sigh escaped her gentle, rosy lips as she closed her eyes, the words Sakura spoke to her echoing in the emptiness, though once cluttered with thoughts of Eriol, of her mind. Her voice cracked as she quietly began to hum the tune to this song she knew, that she used to sing to often for someone, someone special to her.

"I want to run into someone's arms, lie on a bed of roses. I …I want to feel just like Juliet. I wanna fall in love. I've gotta feeling everybody wants someone to love, somebody they can trust, somebody they can touch. Everbody wants to give their heart away. Everybody needs a little tenderness, feel understood, to feel passionate. Everybody wants to be in love this way…"

Through the whole of that one part of the song, Tomyo, though she hadn't realized it, had been crying. It wasn't one of those hysterical cries when you burst into tears and make all these noises, it was the one when the tears fall silently. The one when tears slip through your eyes when they're closed without your permission. The one that happens when you're in pain and it hurt, it hurts so bad… but not bad enough for you to cry out, when something pricks at your heart, but doesn't pierce it to cause extreme pain, but it hurts none-the-less.

It hurt her. I hurt her so much. She wanted to cry out, but there was no reason for it. There was no reason for her to scream out. There was no reason for her to cry, to feel the non-existent pain she felt. There was no reason for any of this. But why was she crying to begin with? Is it the idea of love?-The idea of loving someone?-The idea of unrequited love? But Why? Was it because of something, someone?-Because of a past mistake?

A past mistake…

Tomoyo choked on a sob quietly. She shut her eyes tightly as an image slipped into her mind and she turned to bury her face into the black clothed pillow.

That night, Tomoyo cried herself to sleep.

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-SL-: I'm really sorry for the long wait. When it comes to updating chapters, I can be a lazy bi-otch at times... So, anyways, review review! I'm expecting tons of reviews, even if they're flames, I'm expecting! Also, sorry if the chapter is a little shorter than usual.

(1) – remember the description she gave of herself in the first chapter.