Arranged Marriage

by chitose-san

Eriol Hiiragazawa

Tomoyo Daidouji

Summary: Eriol is engaged to Kaho, and is looking for a place to wed in. Fortunately, they stumbled onto Tomoyo, a Priestess of the Tsuki Temple

Chitose-san: Everyone, hello. This is the remake of the story, Arranged Marriage. I am very sorry, but I had to do this because the first attempt was unplanned. Sorry!

Prologue

"I know now, Eriol-kun. I want to wed people and see their happy faces at the altar. I want to serve the people of this country. I want to serve and love God for all eternity. Eriol-kun.

"I want to be a Priestess." Tomoyo proudly told of her new discovery to her best friend.

Eriol was shocked, with Tomoyo speaking out what she truly wants to do in her life. With a genuine smile, he told her:

"If that's what you want, Tomoyo. I'm happy for you."

Chapter One:

"My Dream?"

-Tomoyo Daidouji

"Class, there will be a break in our classes due to a college convention at the grounds. Students, you are now seniors! You must know what you want to do after you graduate." The teacher announced.

There were murmurs of excitement in the classroom.

"Wai! I'm so nervous! I haven't thought of what I wanted to do after high school!" Sakura said. "Well, Sakura-chan, you'll just have to pass by at the grounds later." Tomoyo said.

"Aw. I'm so jealous of you, Tomoyo-chan! You're all settled! You'll just inherit Daidouji Toy Company!" Sakura whined more.

"Well, not unless I have anything else to do. I think it's same with Li-kun?" Tomoyo looked at Syaoran. "Actually, I think I'm sticking to the Li Company." Syaoran said.

"Oh, so your not so similar, then." Eriol said, entering the conversation.

"Eriol-kun, where have you been?" Tomoyo asked. "Talking to our classmate, Mizuki-chan." Eriol answered.

"Ah, of course, the new comer, Mizuki Kaho!" Syaoran said with sarcasm.

"Oh come on, we think she's nice! Ne, Tomoyo-chan?" Sakura said. "Right! Besides, you don't know her that well!" Tomoyo added.

"She's right, Li-kun. Just like me!" Eriol said, making Syaoran grunt. "Hey, look! I became your best friend despite your hatred for me when we were 5th graders!" he added.

"Alright, already! I'll try!" Syaoran promised, and the other three smiled.

"Which reminds me, Eriol-kun? What do you want to do in the future?" Tomoyo asked him. "Me?" he asked back. "Come to think of it, Eriol-kun, you don't have to take up college, do you?" Sakura asked. "Well, yes."

"Hm?" Tomoyo looked up at him. "Actually, I want to raise a family. A wonderful wife. We'll have kids! Maybe two. And a dog!"… And so on as Eriol continued about his 'perfect' family.

"So, any one wants to come with me? I'm going to the grounds to look at the college courses." Sakura invited.

"I'll go with you, Sakura-chan!"

"I'll go too, Tomoyo-san. I want to help you and Sakura-san."

"No way! If that freak's coming, I'm coming, too!"

College Convention

"Well, let's start here!" Sakura said.

"Outdoor Interests? It means you enjoy working with the naturalistic environment such as plants and animals.

"Mechanical Interests. It means you enjoy working with real-world materials such as woods, tools and machinery.

"Investigative Interest. It means you enjoy activities which require mental work or thinking skills."

"Li-kun. Continue reading the hand-outs like that, and I'll hire you as my tour guide." Eriol said. "Fine! Then I will!" Syaoran replied. "Really? Then I'll have Tomoyo-san sew a uniform for you!" "A uniform for Li-kun, eh? Sounds good to me!" Tomoyo added.

The four of them continued walking, with Syaoran, reading loudly their hand-outs.

"Tomoyo-san?" Eriol said, looking around for the vanished Tomoyo.

He found her at one booth. He went over to her and touched her shoulder. "Tomoyo-san." "Oh! Sorry, if I kept you." She said. "What caught your attention in this booth?" he asked. "Priest and Priestesses" she pointed at the sign on top. "It's nothing. Let's go, Eriol-kun." She answered and started to walk away.

"Tomoyo-san… I still don't understand what goes in your mind…" Eriol whispered to himself.