Disclaimer: I don't own Tomoyo Daidouji or Eriol Hiiragizawa, characters from Card Captor Sakura.
Blahblah: This is based on the short story by Isabel Allende of the same title. Absolutely one of the most beautiful and tragic love stories I have ever read. I thank my English professor for assigning our class to read it ^___^
REVENGE
Chapter 1When Tomoyo Daidouji was pronounced as the Queen of Carnival and crowned with the roses, no one complained, except maybe the mothers of some candidates who vainly tried to help their own daughters win. They grumbled that the title was bestowed upon her only because she was the daughter of Mayor Takehiko Daidouji, ultimately the most powerful man in their town. But Tomoyo Daidouji, in truth, possessed beauty unlike any other that everybody knew she would win. She had long, dark locks that fell gracefully past her shoulders down to her waist; wide eyes the color of amethysts that would captivate you if you gazed into it; pale skin that was as soft as the day she was born. She had charm and grace, and had a voice as heavenly as an angel's. Indeed, the beauty of the other girls could not compare with hers.
A dance was held at the town hall to celebrate the queen's coronation. Young men from other towns flocked to meet Tomoyo Daidouji. Wearing a white flowing dress, the crown of roses adorning her hair, she looked positively breathtaking. She chatted with everyone happily and danced gracefully, and towards the end of the evening entertained the guests with a beautiful song. Most of the men became in awe of her unnatural beauty, and fancied themselves in love with her. When they returned home they told everyone that they had never seen beauty like hers.
Tomoyo Daidouji gained fame all throughout the land, with word passing from mouth to mouth about her translucent skin and amethyst eyes, and about the way she danced and sang and moved so gracefully. Of course, every narrator added a bit of their own fancy, exaggerating her features as it is. Poets composed sonnets to her name, and musicians composed songs about a fair maiden named Tomoyo.
The news of Tomoyo Daidouji's beauty, grace and charm soon reached the ears of Eriol Hiiragizawa, who never even thought he would meet her, because after all, there was not a time in his life when he thought about women. He'd notice them, of course, only when they would give pleasure to him, but he never really gazed at their faces. What aroused him was not the way women looked, but the thoughts of the violence he would do unto them. Eriol Hiiragizawa was a very violent man. Through his entire life he was always fighting against something. He doesn't remember his mother's touch, never learned about the simple joys of life. For years he lived among the roar of guns, and the cries of men dying around him. When he did not have the cause to fight, he would pillage the towns he'd pass by on his way.
After the dancing and celebrating had ended, Hiiragizawa and his men happened to be passing by the town where the beautiful Tomoyo Daidouji lived. Immediately, he ordered his men to ready themselves for another pillaging fest. The people had already retreated to their homes, sleeping blissfully in their beds. The whole town was caught off guard. Eriol Hiiragizawa and his men battered down every door, took everything they wanted and shot down those who stood in their way. Then they galloped toward Mayor Daidouji's mansion rising proudly on top of the hill.
The Mayor unleashed his fiercest dogs and proceeded to lock his daughter in the farthest, most hidden room in the house. The he joined his servants and men to make their stand against Eriol Hiiragizawa. Momentarily he lamented not having a son, who could have been fighting alongside him now to defend the honor of their home. But then again, he never regretted having Tomoyo, and he had no more time to dwell on such thoughts as Eriol Hiiragizawa and his men drew near, striking fear into their hearts. Each and every one of them knew that they would die before the dawn came.
"The last person standing," Mayor Daidouji said grimly, "Must take the key to the room where Tomoyo is hidden…and do what must be done."
All the men fighting with him now had been present when Tomoyo was born; they had carried and cuddled her as a baby; told her fairy tales before she went to sleep; listened to her sing; watched her dance; and wildly applauded her when she was crowned as Queen of Carnival. They understood her father's request. They could all die in peace, because Tomoyo would never be taken alive by Eriol Hiiragizawa.
Mayor Daidouji never considered that he would be the last one to die. One after another his friends fell, until he realized it was useless to resist. He had several bullet wounds and already his sight was clouding over; but he was conscious enough to drag himself to the room where Tomoyo was hidden. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, and through blurry eyes saw his daughter waiting for him. She was wearing the ball gown she wore on her coronation, the crown of roses upon her hair.
"It's time!" the Mayor gasped, cocking his pistol with shaking hands.
"Father." Tomoyo stood up and placed a smooth hand on top of his own. "Father," she said more firmly, "Don't kill me."
Mayor Daidouji stopped in shock. "What are you saying, daughter?" he whispered. Blood started seeping from his wounds onto his clothes.
She continued in a firm voice, "Don't kill me, Father, so that I may live to avenge you, and also myself."
Takehiko Daidouji studied the face of his fifteen-year-old daughter, his sight getting more clouded by the minute. In his mind's eye he could clearly see the things that Eriol Hiiragizawa would do to her. Still, there was unwavering determination and courage in Tomoyo's amethyst eyes, and even more than that, he realized with awe, there was not a trace of fear in those beautiful eyes. Tomoyo sat back down on the bed, calmly arranging her skirts, and her father sat beside her. She took his head and placed it on her lap as he began to lose consciousness.
Shouts came from the other side of the door. Soon the bolt flew off the door and it swung open; the men burst into the room. Eriol Hiiragizawa thought he must be dreaming when he saw the angel wearing a crown of white roses on her head, cradling a dying man in her arms as her white gown slowly turned red. Something almost held him back but he pushed aside the feeling, violence surging through his veins.
"She's mine," he said, before his men could grab her.
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From the moment they took away her still-living father and Eriol Hiiragizawa closed the door and unbuckled his belt, Tomoyo Daidouji had lived for revenge. The men grabbed the Mayor and she did not utter a protest. She slowly stood up and raised her head to meet her enemy's gaze.
Eriol almost flinched when her amethyst eyes met his own cerulean ones. He suddenly remembered the songs and sonnets he had heard about her. They were right, he realized as he ran his gaze down the length of her body. He almost didn't want to hurt this goddess in front of him. Almost. His normally stoic heart was suddenly beating with conflicting emotions he had never encountered before. Confused with the attack of these unwanted emotions, he pushed her against the wall and kissed her roughly, sliding his tongue into her mouth and ripping her dress apart.
Tomoyo did not cry out, nor struggle or fight back. She willed her whole being to become impassive. She shut her eyes tight and turned her head away, her body stiffening under his touch. Eriol tore off his own clothes and plunged his length into her.
She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out, drawing blood. Eriol stopped and something stirred in his heart when he saw those beautiful amethyst eyes, now swirling in colors of violet, gray and black, in tears. He reached up to wipe her tears away, surprising himself. Then he kissed her full lips gently, tasting her blood. She remained impassive. Her eyes regained that glazed look he was hating more by the moment. He wanted her to respond, to hear her cry out, to beg him for more, although the back of his mind told him that would never happen in a million years. Furious, he slapped her hard in the face. When still she didn't cry out, he slapped her again and again.
The last thing that Tomoyo saw before losing consciousness was Eriol's beautiful face twisted into a snarl. His beautiful face…? Tomoyo thought dazedly. She tried to gather her thoughts before fading into a deep slumber. It was strange indeed…that her enemy had the face of an angel…