Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ My Best Guarded Secret ❯ Chapter 2. ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Card Captors, although I wish I did own Yue and Touya, hehehehe. Ahhh sadly, they belong to Nelvana and Clamp.

Warnings: shounen ai, AU, language, slight angst, and humor :sweat drops:

Chapter 2.

Tomoyo must have fallen asleep lost in her thoughts, because the next things she knew, someone was gently shaking her shoulders. She opened her violet orbs and looked into smiling brown ones which belonged to her eldest brother.

"Welcome to the land of living, Sis." said Yukito "and guess what, we're here!"

Yukito had already let Jacky out, who was barking happily and jumping around Yue. It had taken them four hours to drive from San Francisco to Spring Valley (1). Yue was standing outside the house quietly looking at it, as if measuring it up.

Yukito had parked the truck infront of their new, beautiful two story house. In Tomoyo's eyes, the house looked picturesque, with its large windows for plenty of air to go through, a chimney on the roof indicating a fire place, a small window indicating an attic at the top, a garage for parking 2 cars easily, and a beautiful small garden in their front yard. Tomoyo fell in love with the house immediately. It was a huge step up from the 3 bedroom apartment that they used to rent back in the city.

Tomoyo glanced at the garage and wondered why Yukito hadn't just taken the truck inside the garage. As if reading her mind, Yukito said,

"I could have parked inside but I wanted to check things out in the garage first. Make sure there aren't any cobwebs or other crap lying around. And I'll be damned if I let anything happen to Mom's car, and have her scream and yell at me for my incompetence."

"You don't give Mom enough credit Yukito." Said Tomoyo. "She wouldn't yell at you for destroying her car. She would just speak to you continuously for an hour or two, until you fully understand how important it is to take care of someone's property."

"Heh heh" Yukito sweat-dropped "Yeah, that's what I am afraid of most. Listening to Mom's lectures." He shuddered involuntarily.

The U-Haul truck had parked a little away from the house, and two burly guys had stepped off. They went to the back and started taking out the boxes to take inside the house.

Yukito and Yue started towards the house when a voice from behind stopped them.

"Umm guys? Would you mind grabbing the boxes with my stuff and taking it inside?" Tomoyo asked both his brothers.

"Why?" Yukito asked suspiciously, "what have you got in there, Tomoyo?"

Tomoyo sweat-dropped and marveled at her brother's idiocy.

"Geez big bro, will you get your mind out of the gutter. I am only asking you because I don't want those guys handling my things." Tomoyo looked apprehensively at the delivery men, who were throwing the boxes, from one inside the truck to the one standing outside. "I have some delicate stuff in there, you know, knick knacks, memorabilia. I don't want anything to break. Please, please please please."

"Ohhhh, but I am tired from driving all this way, and I bet more than half the boxes are yours. Do you want us to carry all of them in there?" Yukito whined like a 5-year old.

"No, only 4 of those boxes are mine. Can't you do it for your beloved little sister." Tomoyo asked pleadingly.

"Come on Yuki, how heavy can they be? There are only four boxes." Said Yue, agreeing to grab Tomoyo's stuff.

"No!" said Yukito firmly "I'll just tell those guys to be careful."

Tomoyo decided it was time to use her secret weapon. She looked up at Yukito, her violet eyes wide with a sad expression in them. Her eyes looked liquid and a threat of tears falling down any minute was evident. Yukito tried to look away, but couldn't help it. He looked at her and melted on the spot.

"Oh geez, all right, all right. Put those away. I'll do it, come on Yue."

In a blink of an eye (heheh no pun intended) the tears were gone replaced with shiny smiling eyes again.

"How you get through to him by using those eyes, Tomoyo, I'll never know." remarked Yue, noticing the change of expressions in his sister.

"Ah, he just acts like a meanie, inside he's a big softie who would do anything for his loved one. He just whines a lot to keep up his macho persona." Tomoyo said lovingly "Just like you would do. The only difference is, you weren't cursed with such a hot head."

At that moment, Yukito called out from the truck. He had already spoken to the delivery men and told them that he would take care of the boxes marked "Tomoyo's Things".

"Yue! Get your ass over here and help me with this. They are God damn heavy and I'm not carrying them alone."

Tomoyo smiled up at Yue and he returned her smile with a tiny smirk of his own.

"And yet, we still love him despite his temper and foul mouth, don't we." Said Yue "I better go help him before he gives something out and we have to hear him complain all day."

Yue walked towards the truck and Tomoyo looked on wistfully at his brother's retreating back. How she wished that Yue would show his play-full side more often, instead of his silent and quiet self that he had adopted. The events of the time gone by had left its marks on all of them, and caused some changes.

"Hey Miss, do you want to take a look inside the truck to make sure nothing gets left behind." Said one of the delivery men, while hefting a huge box inside the house.

Tomoyo snapped out of her thoughts and answered "Okay, sure", and climbed in the back.

The truck was empty, so she stepped off. On the sidewalk by the truck, she noticed a small book. She went towards it and picked it up. It was one of their family albums. `Hmm, must have fallen from one of the boxes that Yukito, the ever graceful one, was carrying' mused Tomoyo.

She flipped open the album to the first page and started towards the house. The album contained within it pictures of Tomoyo and her brothers' childhood. She looked at herself at age four, her short purple hair in two pig tails, chasing after her brothers who were running ahead. In another picture, all three of them were lying in a mud puddle, all covered in mud and laughing jovially. She flipped the pages and looked at the one where all three of them were eating ice-cream cones. Yukito was trying to snatch away Tomoyo's cone, sneaking from behind, while holding his own in his left hand. Yue had ice cream dripping down his hands, and he was pointing at Yukito trying to warn Tomoyo. She chuckled silently looking at this photo, recalling their youthful antics.

She was so lost in her memories that she wasn't watching where she was going, and bumped straight into someone who was coming from the opposite direction. The collision caused her to lose her footing and she stumbled backwards. She closed her eyes and awaited the moment when her bottom would collide with the concrete sidewalk. It was a beautiful day with broad day light, so she didn't want to look at the stars that would dance in front of her eyes, when the impact came.

It never did.

Tomoyo opened her eyes slowly and her vision was met with a broad chest. She allowed her eyes to move upwards and was met with a midnight blue gaze, smiling at her from behind a pair of glasses. She let out a relieved breath and found out why she hadn't fallen down. The owner of the beautiful eyes had both his arms wrapped around her waist and was holding her close to him.

"Are you o.k. Miss?" asked the man, still holding her in the circle of his arms. His voice a deep, rich baritone falling over Tomoyo in waves. She felt his chest vibrate when he spoke, and realized that her hands were splayed over him. She came out of her trance and stepped away from him. He bent down to pick up the album that she had dropped and handed it over to her.

"Th….thank you," she stammered "thanks for saving me from a disgraceful fall."

He chuckled softly "no problem, any time."

Now that they were standing apart, Tomoyo got a good look at him. He had at least 6 inches of height over her 5' frame. He had smooth, dark blue hair falling off the side of his face, and some wild strands fell over his forehead. Tomoyo wondered if they would feel as silky as they looked if she ran her fingers through them, but quickly chased that thought away. He was wearing a black T-shirt, tucked into a pair of tight blue jeans. His frame spoke that of an athlete, with his slightly muscular arms, to his taut stomach, and shapely legs. Tomoyo wondered if he was a football player or at least a runner.

"Ummm, yeah. My name is Tomoyo Daidouji, and I just moved in this house today, with my family." She pointed at her house, fighting off the blush that was quickly spreading over her delicate pale skin.

"Well then, I guess we'll be next door neighbors. It was a pleasure to bump into you Tomoyo. I'm Eriol Hiiragizawa."

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TBC

1. I know that no such place exists. I made up this name by combing two other places names.