Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ False Face, Hidden Heart ❯ Helpless ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura, CLAMP does…found an interesting fact the other day did you know CLAMP were fan-artists that went pro? *Gets smacked by Yuriko for going off the subject*

Foxtails: Tired. Brain dead. Memory prime and depressed. My family says my stories are crap too and that I should be more concerned with schoolwork…humph, didn't they know Einstein never passed a maths test in school? And he still became a mathematical genius…

Anyway many thanks to the following people: Sakura Kuonji, Katsu-chan, KyteAura, Cherry Blossomz Gurl, Shima and Tempis, Emerald Eyes, lil sweet pie, Treeleaf, crystal-heart, Silverwing, embattledcurve, animecraz, Kayochen, Akiya Arimoto, Hele and Litanya.

False Face, Hidden Heart: Chapter Five

Eriol sat back in his chair staring at the wall in an eerily blank way. He had woken up that morning with a familiar weight on his arm. Good though it was for his sleep, it was bad for his plans. Why did she insist on irritating him so? She confused him beyond belief, he was depending on his edge to get out of this nut house yet she was there anchoring him back down again without even being aware she was doing it.

He should have made his move long ago but he couldn't. Why? Eriol was lost. He hated being lost. Every time he tried to bend her or manipulate her his body would feel numb and his head would spin. He didn't understand why.

And then pain would wash over him in waves. He just couldn't hurt the violet-haired beauty.

And whenever he thought he had her all figured out she would turn around and show him something new, or she would suddenly drop a mask and reveal something else beneath. And under that layer was another mask and another riddle…and another, and another.

Feeling a dull ache in his head Eriol clutched his head in his hands. His head pounded with intense ferocity. He groaned. How could she do this to him? She made him think so hard it hurt and still he couldn't figure it out. Why could he not manipulate her?

Tomoyo was so damned nice to him he just couldn't get rid of her. And she could snap back too, she could fight him and yell at him right back as if were a normal person.

She was too normal and it threw off his balance, he was always treated cautiously. And that other day…he was so sure he had her in the palm of his hand. Yet she had simply turned a card and reset all the rules he had put into play.

With out a thought about it she had made his game harder. Simply by dragging him into that accursed snow for a few hours she had awoken memories which he had spent years painstakingly hiding. Eriol growled…he hated loosing. He would not loose this chance of freedom to anyone.

He didn't even blink when the door to his room opened, and he didn't even need to turn an eyelash to tell it was Tomoyo. She closed the door quietly. A muscle in Eriol's jaw twitched almost invisibly. Damn her, she knew him well enough to know he hated loud noises.

'Morning Eriol,'

He grumbled incoherently. Tomoyo sighed,

'Nice to see you too.'

He decided not to dignify that with answer. Inside he was telling himself that today was the last day he would be so nice to her. Today he would take advantage of her, today he would get out of the hospital. It was his mantra and he kept repeating it in his mind. No more, Tomoyo was not getting to him, she would not win him over. This was his game.

Tomoyo for her part was wondering why Eriol was acting so strangely, he seemed to be having some sort of internal conflict. He would suddenly scowl at his lap for no particular reason. What on earth was wrong with him? Only the other day he was running and playing snowballs with her like a four-year-old without any problems.

Eriol glared at his hands, which were folded neatly on his lap. Stupid internal conflicts…say something!? Anything dammit! With a brisk shake of his head he raised his eyes determinedly to meet Tomoyo's own amethyst ones. The moment he opened his mouth to speak he was immediately drowned by violet pools.

With a low groan Eriol slid from his seat and clutched his head in his hands as wave after wave of guilt hit him hard. All the nurses, all the doctors he had messed with…their names. He couldn't even remember their names! What was he? His mind pointed accusing fingers at him. What are you!? It screamed.

A monster.

Eriol's mental state rattled in shock. That was what he was. A monster. He carelessly used people as he willed. They all had families waiting for them and fiancées to marry…and he took it away. And what about him? He had used them so cruelly, yet what did he have to wait for him when he got out?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

No one.

Tomoyo kneeled in front of Eriol worriedly, why wouldn't he move? He just sat there groaning with his head clutched in his hands. She tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him lightly. He didn't move.

'Nothing.'

He suddenly muttered. Tomoyo frowned lightly. She leaned back in surprise when Eriol's body suddenly went lax, his fingers which had been gripping his hair so tightly the knuckles had turned white, now slid totally unresponsively from navy locks of hair.

'Eriol!'

She hissed slapping him. Hard.

His eyes seemed to focus slightly on her before they blanked and his pupils dilated to tiny pinpricks of blue, ignoring her totally. Tomoyo bit her lip. She wasn't trained for this! She was a nurse dammit!

Just a nurse!

She suddenly felt very helpless and very guilty. Eriol was sitting here in some sort of shock and she could do nothing, absolutely nothing.

'Nothing.'

She echoed Eriol's earlier whisper. With that she let her hand slide from his shoulder. She ran from the room choking back sobs as she searched for a doctor.

Meanwhile Eriol was having his own problems, years upon years worth of pent up memories and emotions had been set loose and he no longer had control over it. Mindlessly he stumbled to the small bathroom attached to his room, switching on the shower he stepped into the warm spray despite the fact he was still fully clothed…he needed to get rid of these memories.

Wash them away.

It wasn't working!? He wanted them gone! Scoured away. His eyes never wavering and his hand steady, Eriol reached for the shower knob. Without any hesitation he switched from mildly warm to absolutely boiling hot.

Eriol screamed.

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Foxtails: Angst-y chapter to match my angst-y mood. Sorry this is so late, I know I've been really slow and irresponsible. I just really exhausted. Sorry. Until next chapter. Bye guys.