How should I start? He asked himself. Next to him was probably a goddess. She was the goddess and he the mortal with magic. She known as the untouchable one for her wits and looks, and these could get her anything she wanted. That was if she wanted anything. For nearly four months he had tried to get things back to how they were, yet it was still the same. What would his former self do at a time like this? Probably mock Eriol and remind him that he is Clow Reed's reincarnation, and that talking to a girl wasn't rocket science. But this girl wasn't any regular girl; she was Daidouji Tomoyo.
He cleared his throat, "Daidouji-san?" Long time ago he had called her Tomoyo-san but that was long gone.
"Yes?" She replied nonchalantly.
"I, uh," what was he doing? Before he could embarrass himself any longer he said, "Never mind."
"No, tell me Hiiragizawa-san. If it is not important then please do not interrupt me while I'm doing fabulous designs for my dearest Sakura-chan."
He simply nodded and left her be.
It had been four months ago that he had returned to Japan. The first one to know was Sakura. While they chatted he had told her that he was coming back and she had exclaimed, enthusiastically, that everyone would be happy. He knew that didn't include his cute little descendant, Li Syaoran. Then Sakura had mentioned the one person he had longed to hear about. Daidouji Tomoyo. Sakura had said that when Tomoyo saw him she would be happy like never before. But that never happened.
When he was back and introduced to the class many of the classmates recognized him and greeted him with compliments and questions. He was lucky enough to be next to Tomoyo. He smiled at her warmly but, much to his surprise, she smiled with the one smile he knew; the fake one. The one smile that wasn't showing her true feelings, but was yet another one of her masks.
Two years ago when he left to England, she and he had kept some sort of communication through letters. It started off with simple letters saying how they were and how was everything or any new stuff. Then it was a more personal thing. Unfortunately, the letters were fewer and fewer until it stopped. It all ended with one letter that he sent. He waited and waited but there was no reply whatsoever.
The bell rang and Tomoyo got up to go to recess. Eriol stared as her figure disappeared in the hallway along with the other students and teachers. When the hall was empty he suddenly pounded his fist against the wall in frustration. He sighed, why did she have to be so complex? Then again if she weren't then she wouldn't be Daidouji Tomoyo. She was one true mystery in life.
Throughout the entire break he was thinking yet again what had he done wrong, if things would ever be the same, or if they were going to be strangers their whole lives. When recess was over they all went to their literature class.
"Class," the teacher began, "as you may all know we have been doing poetry for this unit. You will all have to do some works with partners and your project will be to write a poem."
Some people groaned and others cheered. The teacher waited for the students to get back.
"Now everyone choose a partner," the teacher commanded.
Tomoyo looked at Sakura; they always did everything together…well, sometimes she was the third-wheel around Sakura and Syaoran. Sakura mouthed the words 'I'm sorry' and Tomoyo smiled a small smile. Of course Sakura was going to work with Syaoran. Soon everyone had partners except for Tomoyo and Eriol. She prayed and prayed that there would be someone with him or someone to go with her. She simply did not want to work with him.
"Well, everyone got a partner?" the teacher asked. "You and your partner will have to research and write a poem with the theme that I'll assign." He looked at his list and called several people and their themes.
"Kinomoto, Li, you will have happiness."
Sakura squealed. She better, than anyone else, knew that feeling best. Syaoran on the other hand was just happy to be with Sakura, the card mistress, aka the love of his life.
"Daidouji and…?" the teacher looked up to face Tomoyo.
"I don't have a partner sir," she simply said. She glanced at Eriol shortly and focused her gaze on her paper instead.
"Then you and Hiiragizawa will work together."
The class whispered and exchanged glances. Eriol secretly thanked the teacher, mentally, while Tomoyo felt her heart drop to her stomach.
"And you will have―let me see―ah, love." He concluded with a smile.
Eriol and Tomoyo, simultaneously said in pure shock, "NANI?"
She lowered her head and covered it with her hands.
Oh Kami-sama why? Why me?