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A/N: It's a three part story, spanning three couples. This one is of Eriol and Tomoyo. Then Sakura and Syaoran and Mei-Lin and...well, don't kill me, Touya. Please read this fic, I know it's pretty long but do review so that I can post the rest two stories. I know it should have been Sakura and Syaoran first, but bear with me please! I just had to post this one first! All the stories fit this title, since its impulsive desire, explosive emotions at play. And ever lasting too!


Capriccio

-An inclination to do things impulsively.


Tomoyo took the pen and started to write, her scarlet tipped fingers holding it with a nervousness that had never been there before. She was writing a letter to Sakura, her best friend who was going to marry Syaoran, telling that she couldn't be there one month before the wedding, because...she was going on a holiday to...breathe!

Well, she was not going to phrase it that way; surely, she was attending an important business deal for her mother.

Tomoyo smiled. Her mother would be totally hysterical by now. Of course, any mother would be if they found out that her daughter had literally run away, and run out on business! Tomoyo was actually very good, damned good in handling her mother's business. She worked from eight to twelve in the night, living, breathing and eating work! For straight two years ever since she'd finished college and started to work for her mother.

Before that, thrown herself into studies and music, she rarely sung now, to...get over her loneliness. Sakura, her best friend, her object of childhood infatuation had flown away to China to be with her fiery Wolf. Tomoyo had diverted her attention to something more productive than being self destructive.

But when she saw the invitation, wedding invitation, she had realized with a sickening jolt, that she had destroyed her life...almost.

So she had wanted to salvage what was left of her life, live it and get back something. She had been happy once. Very happy indeed, when Sakura was still the card captor and Tomoyo designed dresses for her and used to shoot her. She missed Sakura's lion guardian that suddenly, tears stung her eyes. Then there was Syaoran, who had been shy with love for Sakura yet strong and fiery and utterly adorable! She had had great satisfaction helping him get his Lady love, for smart though Sakura was, she was slow at times! And yes, Mei-Lin, who'd cried her eyes out once again before she staged the so called 'elope' with non-existent lover!

Tomoyo wished that she would have a release like that. But tears wouldn't come at all.

Then, the English man had come, Eriol, turning their lives upside down. He had been a silent friend and she'd finally had met someone who seemed to be a good companion. She sang, he played the piano, she started to speak, and he finished it for her, even when she learnt that he had probably used her one or more times, it hadn't mattered.


Tomoyo looked up, as the train jerked and she smiled a reminiscent smile. What was Eriol doing these days? Last she'd heard, he was into big money of making flights, both commercial and military, for Britain of course, married Kaho. She hadn't been invited, it had been a hush-hush wedding, and she had thought their match was inappropriate, with Kaho more than twice Eriol's age! Heck, she'd been even elder to Touya, who she had been dating before Eriol. That was so...

She shook her head! Then she laughed and again tears stung her eyes. How long had it been since she'd laughed like this! She would post this letter to Japan and her secretary, loyal and faithful, would forward it to Sakura.

She finally finished her letter and stood up; looking at the mirror in front of her and her eyebrows went up. It just wasn't her. Her long hair that had reached her bottom had been cut just above her mid-back and styled that wisps of raven colored hair fell over her forehead, framed her cheeks, bringing out her fine cheek bones, her beautiful lavender eyes and the rosy cheeks that promised good health. Her button nose, small, eyes that were of violet blues shaped like fish told her Oriental origins and her lips, upper lip shaped like cupid's bow and a generous lower lip that made them sensuous. They were inviting in that fetching ripe plum color that she wouldn't have dare worn, she usually stuck to lip balm and gloss. Her scarlet painted, long nails, her kohl blackened eyes like rock chick, usually she barely applied mascara for she had long lashes, her black cotton top and matching bead worked full length skirt portrayed her as a totally different persona. Very unlike Tomoyo, who had stuck to trousers and shirts for formal or expensive blouse and skirt to match and hair tied in a severe bun!

And this had been the key to go unnoticed by her mother's watch dogs, out of Japan. For the very first time, alone.

This Tomoyo had class of sophistication, yet was wild in a subtle way. Her grace and her voice spoke for her good background.

She looked out at the lush greenery of Italy's finest vineyards and sighed.

No, she didn't feel lonely; she smiled and chatted up, made others laugh too. Long way from the recluse she'd become. She had had blossomed into a cheery young woman and she liked who she was. This way, she could be her best friend's bride's maid whole heartedly, Sakura deserved that much.

She had been to the night clubs and highs of Singapore and Hong Kong, been to Dubai where the belly dancing had fascinated her and right now, after enjoying the romantic France, she was here in spell weaving Italy and after that...wild Spain!

She wondered what Italy would give her as she made out of her first class cabin to have a light snack in the evening. She greeted the attendee in Italian and gave him the letter. She tipped him generously too. When he smiled, she smiled back brightly that had arrested the poor lad's smile and he'd looked stunned!


She sat down and was browsing through the menu when she noticed a man enter the cafeteria. She looked up and her brows furrowed.

The man had long, black hair that was tied up in a severe pony tail that even Tomoyo winced. He had dark sunglasses and Tomoyo got the impression he was hiding himself from others. He was wearing a shirt and charcoal grey trousers and she could guess that the tie, waist coat and jacket had been long ago discarded! His expensive Rolex watch was the latest and so was his cologne for that matter. He had stubble of two days most and Tomoyo found that she liked it on him, which was surprising because she usually disapproved it on men!

He sat down as if he was not aware he'd done so, his face turning toward the window and Tomoyo saw the far away look on his face.

When an elderly woman was looking for a seat, she gave up her own and went to sit with that guy, not knowing why she was bothering at all.

"Hello! Are you going to Florence too?" She asked as the attendee brought her food and she saw his face looking at the food. But he hadn't answered.

"I am not much into cinnamon rolls. Why don't you have..." Tomoyo hadn't finished her sentence when the man, indecently rude oaf, got up and left her all alone!

Her mouth hung slightly open, she was fuming inside but she controlled herself, bringing 'that' Tomoyo back. Well, she wouldn't have normally spoken to a stranger unless spoken too! Serves her right!

'He might be having a bad day!' Tomoyo thought, her tender heart refusing to be angry over a man whom she didn't know. She refused to let that slip of an incident spoil her good mood as she hungrily dug into the rolls, helped herself generously to strawberry jam and fresh brown bread and finished a whole pot of coffee!

Okay, maybe she had gotten disturbed by that man!

She got up and was slightly humming to herself when she came out of that compartment to go to hers.


She stopped dead in her tracks as he saw that same man, leaning out of the door as if poised to jump from the moving train!

She willed herself to move, but couldn't. His coat rapped against his shirt and she noticed his wide shoulders and the well muscled arms and suddenly, her throat went dry. Here was a man, who was everything that she didn't like, for she preferred less taller men since she was a mere five feet two inches, lean men and well shaved and their hair well cut not long enough to give her competition, yet this six feet and more man, with his ruggedly, dark face and unkempt air about him was rendering her motionless. He had discarded his glasses and his eyes were closed, a definite totality and absolution in his face that scared the hell out of her!

She realized what she was feeling and gasped, shocked. She was sexually attracted to him! Too much in fact, that she actually wanted to go up to him, pull his face down to hers and kiss him senseless!

To her further shock, he leaned over and her heart lurched! She had a sickening feeling and she acted without thinking.

"Hey!" She shouted as she leapt forward and caught him by his hand, jerking him inside toward her, her hands going around his shoulder and waist, pressing him to her and her face was buried in his chest. His hands had come to hold her to gain balance. Even her three inch heels got her up to his chest only. She was breathing heavily and so was he and she closed her eyes as she heard the thumping beat of his heart against her ears and somehow realized that even he could feel her heart beating crazily.

If she'd noticed, she would have seen that they both were floating in the air, good ten inches from the train floor board!

But she opened her eyes and looked at him, arrested by the clear cerulean eyes. Then she realized that somehow, somewhere in between, he was holding her up, literally. She frowned as he let her down, her body sliding against his and she blushed at the close contact, her short top riding up, his palm spreading against her warm flesh of her waist, eventually. His hands spanned her waist and she felt the biting cold of his fingers. But they were sure getting warmer.

His eyes were strikingly familiar and she felt herself drowning in them. Then she felt it...pain, anger and disappointment and bitterness that brought tears to her eyes. All by just looking into his eyes!

Both hadn't realized the way they were holding each other, and that their arms had tightened around each other more as the seconds passed.

Her face contorted with the myriad of emotions and it was evident in her face. The man blinked, frowning slightly, the moment passed and Tomoyo felt no more pain. Her hands went to his face and cupped his cheeks in a sympathetic gesture and an almost irritated look came into his eyes, his fingers biting cruelly into her waist and again, she jerked forward as it hurt, getting even closer to him, if that was possible.


Suddenly, someone cleared their throat and the moment was broken. She blinked and looked around as if seeing where she was for the first time. Then, she pulled away from him, his nails making marks on her that burned, because he still had been holding her and she turned away from the intruder least he should see her pain on her face that must be very evident.

"Tickets, please?" The intruder asked and Tomoyo grasped the 'ticket' to sanity. She fumbled with her bag and brought the ticket and smiled at the man. He checked her ticket and smiled at her.

"Thank you, Ma'am!" He said and she replied something that she didn't quite register herself.

"Yours, Sir?" He asked and the man was looking out. Tomoyo stifled her gasp, almost, since he had his glasses on.

"Sorry. I haven't one." The man replied and Tomoyo frowned again. Again...so familiar. But so cold and bitter, yet polite.

"What? What do you mean you don't have?" The man asked, his voice raising and looking at Tomoyo who blushed at the implication.

"What it normally means, Sir." The man replied looking the ticket checker, very coolly and collected, without an ounce of shame!

The ticket collector was speechless for a moment at this rude rebuke and anger built up his face, sizing the guy up, noticing his blue-blooded look, words, derogatory doubtless, forming in his mouth.

Tomoyo cut in.

"Sorry Sir. You see...he was in a hurry." She fumbled searching her brain for a suitable excuse to save the man embarrassment, though again, she didn't know why!

"Hurry?" The man spluttered with anger barely controlled.

"Yes! You see..." She chanced a look at the big, formidable and intimidating fellow who was looking at her as if waiting for what she might say, and continued,"...he's my fiancé! We were running away from...these people...don't you understand? I had the cabin booked so that...he would join me. Please, understand." Tomoyo said and edged closer to the man she was trying to save. But she couldn't deny the waves of resentment from him, so she didn't get too close.

Sheesh, some men didn't just have any sense of gratitude!


Tomoyo was sitting with the soft cushions supporting her and the man was sitting on the edge of the seat and counting the money form his wallet quite slowly. Her eyes almost bulged! Even she didn't carry that much money!

When the ticket collector finally left with a conspiratorial smile, Tomoyo smiled back, putting on her best mock-gratitude smile and sighed heavily when the door closed behind him.

Then she turned to look at the man, who was staring at his ticket but she couldn't make out what his expression was with his glasses back on and a poker face!

"You know, the word is thank you!" She supplied, even her tolerance was stretched now. This man was totally, completely rude and high handed!

He looked up and she could feel the heat of his gaze burn her and she squirmed. There was no denying the sexual tension that she felt for him. Did he too feel it? Was that why he was so grumpy...now, he wasn't grumpy, he was just plain rude!

She opened her mouth to speak and he spoke suddenly.

"Will you shut up if I do that?" He asked, his voice deep and rich and again, achingly familiar.

She couldn't help the betraying smile that lit her face at the fact that he'd finally spoken to her. Then she realized what he'd told.

"What? Come on, first I save your life, then I help you travel in this train and this is how?" She sputtered and he got up.

"Look! I was perfectly fine then, I would have been perfectly fine now. If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have wasted my money on this scrap of paper!" He grated, his English accent very prominent now.

Something clicked in her brain but it refused to make sense. It was as if...

She shook her head. What was wrong with her?

This was not working out. So she decided to be as she was before, till this 'gentleman' left her. She had brought this upon herself, right?

She had a very quiet dinner then and he too, didn't speak, his glasses were on as an itch.


She went to sleep and sleep had almost taken over her when the train pulled up at a station. She got up, disturbed checking her watch which said it was nearing eleven in the night. She turned to see the opposite bed-sit and gasped. There was no sign of him!

She got up, something urging to go behind him, find him, if possible. She went out and saw that he was nowhere near the wash rooms either. There was just one place left and it was the platform! She swallowed and stepped out.

She started to walk casually keeping an alert eye for him. Then she stopped at the sight of broad shouldered back, walking with strong yet slow strides as if he had no care in the world and she smiled. She loved the way he walked. Nope. Make it 'drooled'!

Okay, since when she found men's walk desirable?

Then she saw he was walking out of the station, tearing something to pieces and she would have sworn that it was the ticket!

The nerve!

She ran to follow him and the train started to move. She looked helplessly back at the train then him!

"Hey! You! Black shades!" She yelled and he disappeared completely into the darkness.

She threw up her hands and started to run with the train. She smiled, okay, here was something she'd never done! Climbing a train that was already in motion.

Suddenly a fiery black cat appeared, king-sized and Tomoyo skidded to a halt. But that was not the end; it opened its mouth and snarled at her, it white fangs...big fangs bared. Was it her imagination or did the fangs glisten dangerously in the moonlight?

It scraped its paws on the ground and she fell down, crawling backwards on her feet and hands, her face an expression of shock and fear.

She looked around and the few guys on the platform eyed her with amusement and puzzlement.

Couldn't they see that lion-sized pet cat?

But as they came toward her, they started to have gory faces and Tomoyo screamed in alarm, looking at the train that had left her behind and the big cat and the crowd of living zombies! She got up and scrambled toward the way that stranger had disappeared.


"Why did you do that, Suppi-chan?" A girl asked to the fiery cat who'd transformed into a stuffed toy that could be held in hands.

"Well, she was following our master, who wanted to be left alone. I noticed that she had gift of gab, not suitable for our Master now." The cat replied as if the girl was an imbecile who couldn't understand simple things.

"Oh yeah? Just look what you did? She missed her train and has run out! She even looks Japanese! And she's run out following Master!" The girl said in a cheery voice and the cat looked irritated first and then sweat dropped!

Oh-oh!

"Hey! Wait! Didn't she look familiar?" The girl asked flying toward the cat and he backed away.

"Yes. She did look..." His eyes bulged and he sweated even more.

"Oh no! Isn't she Daidouji-san? The cute, sweet friend of Sakura-chan?" The girl crowed and the cat almost dropped to the ground!


She came out of the station and turned to her sides' frantically to see where he'd disappeared.

To her dismay, but she couldn't react on it, tears were cascading down her face as she ran toward her right. But after some time she stopped, her chest heaving heavily as she'd exhausted herself. She looked around and gulped. It was eerily dark and not a soul around.

Then she heard a low wolf-whistle and she didn't even dare to look around. She ran ahead without thinking, fear of strange place blocking her otherwise quick mind from thinking straight.

Then she caught sight of long hair and white shirt near a fountain and she stopped for a minute.

Again, in spite of the thudding footsteps behind her, her breath was caught as she looked at the stranger sitting near the fountain, his hand dipped in the water, his face upturned as if to catch the moonlight.

"Segnorina! Carrissima!" The voices echoed and her feet ran to him.

"There you are!" She said, his voice cracking into a sob as she fell in front of him, her hands going around his neck as she collapsed on him.

The stranger was obviously startled as he muttered a muffled curse, since his lips were pressed against her neck and he felt her slacken as she was completely exhausted, the stress and strain showing. His hand went around her as her knees were almost touching the ground and he heaved her up, he could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest against his own and he suddenly felt something about the annoying girl who wouldn't leave him alone.

Goodness, she was behind him all the time, ditching the train!

No, it couldn't be, she wouldn't be that senseless! Would she?

Then he heard the sounds of foot steps and the stench of alcohol and she stiffened in his arms. He lifted her up to make her sit on his knees as he cradled her tired body.

She gasped silently but didn't protest but instead, held him tighter after a second of consideration!

The guys looked at them and frowned.

"What do you want, gentlemen?" The stranger asked to them and they shuffled from foot to foot.

"Didn't know she was taken, man! Sorry!" One of them said and after a glare from the stranger, parted ways, quite reluctant.


"Hey..." The stranger whispered near her ears, his lips brushing hers. Whether she felt the shiver or not, certainly, the guy felt electrified. So much, that he wanted to press his lips against her ears! He recalled her lips that looked very inviting! Hers were kissable lips, meant to be kissed!

He felt her shiver against him and he brought her face up with his hands.

Tears were seeping from her eye lids and his expression softened. He brushed away those tears.

As his thumbs brushed her quivering lips on their own accord, he froze, not knowing why the hell that had happened.

Her eyes fluttered open, confusion evident in her eyes.

Then she felt arrested at his clear eyes staring at her lips. She drowned in them, completely!

She felt the heat of his gaze on her lips and she bit them, a self conscious gesture.

His eyes caught hers and then it started. The fire started to burn them and it could be felt burning in them.

His lips came close to her and his eyes searched hers for a reply.

Tomoyo's eyes half closed as if in drug and she felt his hands on her already bruised skin.

He bent down now, in haste and pressed his lips against her in an urgency that shook her, but shook him more!

She was shocked at this first that made her freeze but the persistent pressure on her lips made her feel warm all over and she opened to him, thus entering into a new, exciting yet frightening world that tossed her world wayward!

The kiss was unlike anything...wait, she hadn't been kissed like this at all. Could be treated as her first because the others were...she wouldn't even think about them!

It was freaking feral and she could feel the excitement right to her toes!

Then it ended, just as it had started, his forehead pressed against hers, his breathing heavy too!

Then she brought her hand to his cheek and lifted his face.

His eyes were still closed and she smiled as he opened them, her smile grew as his lips twitched.

Oh yes, she knew that he was not a talker and that had irritated him! Now, he had kissed her, in broad…moon-light, for the whole world, the night world, to see, sitting near a fountain with her on his knees.

Then her smile froze as his face took the expression of a face that was so similar.

The eyes that smiled with things that were hidden, his lips smiling a sardonic one!

Then it all fell into place. The cerulean eyes those were so familiar.

His name popped into her mind and she breathed his name.

"Hiiragizawa-kun!" She whispered and his face froze.


Only one girl took his name like that, with that sophisticated tilt, yet polite and rich…

"It is you! Oh my God!" She got up from him, looked him up and down with recognition in her voice and…yes, she was happy to see him!

Eriol blinked at the girl and couldn't help the smile that curved his face.

How long had it been to feel this pleasure and warmth that was beginning to spread in his whole system!

"Daidouji-san?" He asked, not quite believing that this girl could be her!

"Yes! Oh my God! It is really you! I really don't know what to say, but...it's definitely good to see you!" She said as he got up. She took a few steps back as she felt his enormous form a little imposing now!

"Fourteen years and you still can recognize me, eh Daidouji-san? Seems to me like I did leave quite an impression on you!" He said, in the same cool, rich tone he'd often used with her and she almost closed her eyes at the hypnotic nature of his voice that she hadn't felt all those years ago.

But then, how could anyone forget him? He had changed her life, thrown it upside down. He did it then and now, it seemed that he had done it again.

"Daidouji-san!" Eriol breathed, in a dismayed tone and she looked up at him, mortified that she had been thinking aloud and he had heard everything.

Then she realized that she was trembling and took a hasty step back.

"You...we..." She stammered and colored that was quite evident even in the moon light.

God! But she was so beautiful. How come he'd missed this all those years ago! He should have kept in touch! She was the one who'd recognized him in fact, right now.

But her blush was so cute. She was struggling to get out the words and he smiled. She saw that and her eyes flashed.

"Made out?" He helped and he felt her anger go a notch up.

"Don't be so crude! Yes. We...kissed, and you are married!" She said, struggling for composure.

Eriol looked stunned for a moment.

Married.

Then he held up his left hand where there was no ring, but just a mark that said he'd been wearing one.

Kaho.

He waited for the bitterness and disappointment to set in but amazingly it didn't!

His eyes lifted to hers and he was a bit taken aback by the understanding in her eyes. Funny, how she understood him even without having to talk!

"I am sorry. I didn't know...don't know." She said, her hands reaching to touch his upheld hand.

And then it happened.

It was as if the very air between their hands were charged that she felt that electric jolt even before she touched him. But her fingers closed around his and it traveled throughout her body wreaking havoc in her senses.

"Hmm...are you on a high or something?" She asked lamely and he started.

She felt it too?

That was just weird and he couldn't understand. That was never the case with him. He always knew what happened, when it would happen, how and why!

He knew for sometime in the end with Kaho that it was dying. Whatever it was between them, it couldn't stand the test of time. He saw it fail miserably and he'd become some sort of recluse. He'd ignored his guardians even shutting himself out.

For his past and present would always lock horns tearing him apart inside and Kaho really liked the Clow in him. So...

But whatever it was with this woman, he couldn't understand. For the first time in his life, the reincarnation of Clow Reed felt really out of phase.

"Hiiragizawa-kun?" Tomoyo probed following the trouble in his eyes, knew he was getting lost somewhere. She cupped his cheek with the other free hand and he jerked to see her. That meant, he bent down to see her face.

His eyes were startled and Tomoyo had a little satisfaction that she caught the great trickster-mage off guard. And she felt suddenly wicked and dangerous. Being with him this close was having a drugging effect on her.

She rubbed his rough cheek and suddenly had an erotic vision of how it would feel against her naked chest, against her neck...

She gulped nervously, removing her hand as if it burned, boy, did it feel burned! But he caught it and held it against his cheeks, sliding it all the way to his lips where he kissed her palm. All the time, he looked into her eyes and a knowing smirk curved his lips. He knew what she was thinking!

"Eriol..." She blurted his name out and for Eriol, the way she took her name shook him to his core. It was utterly, damned sexy. The very first time she'd taken his name and it was like melting under tropical sun!

He pulled her close, their joined hands sliding down her length and he took her hand backward along with his.

He lifted her other hand more and placed an open mouthed kiss on her wrist against her wildly jumping pulse and she gasped in surprise and pleasure.

And that had a direct effect down south and it strained painfully against his trousers, rubbing against her stomach.

"Oh my..." She whispered as she placed that rock solid thing but she couldn't pull back as her common sense told her too.

She was living life for the moment, wasn't she? She hadn't even been kissed like this before and felt like this. Neither did she know she could have this kind of power over any man. This the Eriol Hiiragizawa, and she had like this even without magic.

She just wanted to pull him down and kiss him again, push him down and...and...

His smirk grew wider and his eyebrows went up.

"Careful...Dai...Tomoyo...of what you're thinking." He whispered it and Tomoyo shivered as his voice went deep inside her, making her press her legs together as it felt sure achy between them. She loved the way her name came from him.

She nodded, her brows furrowing in confusion. To do or not to do. But...she was quivering with need; blind desire for him was blinding her.

"We...I need to get back to that train...Florence. Then Spain...I...really need to go back, don't I?" She asked, her head bent and she bit her lips since she was rambling and trembling.

Everything in Eriol screamed and it ached like hell. He had to have her, it was just so quick the way this desire had sprung up on them. She'd hardly even touched him and it had flared up like some forest fire. And within seconds...he closed his eyes.

No, this could burn both of them. By the look of her, she was an innocent, just like she was all those years ago. She would get badly burnt.

"Okay then…" He breathed out and she looked up just in time to his breath fanning across her face.

Oh God!

She wet her suddenly dry lips and swallowed hard. Eriol watched her tongue wet those lush lips off that artificial bright plum color and the way her neck...

He hauled her up and kissed her, unable to help himself and noticed vaguely that it was probably her who'd pulled him down to her level!

Then she tore away from him, hand on her forehead. She looked painfully at him and then turned away from him.

"What...what is happening? What is this?" She asked and hugged herself.

"I will take you to Florence this instance. If you tell me where?" He said, pulling something out that transformed into his staff and she looked at him annoyed.

"No. I don't want to get to Florence by magic! Thank you very much. I want to be on that train!" She said, holding on to the line of sanity that he somehow and thrown in.

She had to get away from him. It was too dangerous. Her heart couldn't handle this. Compared to this with Eriol, feelings for Sakura seemed...insignificant.

He was not only getting her body to respond but had her emotionally swinging as well. She pressed her hand against her thumping heart and looked into his eyes asking something.

Eriol turned away from her and scanned the streets.

No...he couldn't answer that question. It...frightened him. He would see that she boards that train and then, be alone like he'd actually wanted to be.

This 'accident' would be forgotten.

Yeah right! Who was he kidding?

"We could find a taxi near the station." He said and she looked away from him.


"Faster!" Tomoyo and Eriol cried at the same time and the driver jumped out of his seat.

"What? This all this piece junk do!" He muttered, he was obviously hurt!

"Yeah!" Eriol said and he glowed blue suddenly, the car literally flew!

"Whooo!" Tomoyo bounced in her seat, her hair flowing wildly and Eriol looked back with an unreadable expression on his face.

She was laughing and she stilled as she saw Eriol's face. She reached for him and put her hands down his trousers.

"Umm...What's this? Hey...Miss...no misbehave!" He said in broken English and Tomoyo loved Eriol's stunned expression. But she retrieved his wallet and took out a fifty Euro bill.

She pressed it to the confused and scared driver and nodded to Eriol.

He took a moment to understand what she wanted and he had a wolfish expression.

"Here we go!" Eriol said as he opened the taxi's door mid-motion and opened Tomoyo's. He was flying at the same speed the car was running, which was more that the speedometer could possibly show.

Tomoyo wound her hands around his neck, reveling in his tight embrace as the long haired mage lifted them off from the cab, into the bright night air, twisting all the while up to certain height.

Tomoyo closed her eyes as she felt the wind ripping all over and she felt him slow down to a more pleasant pace.

Something broke down inside her and she opened her eyes to look into his eyes that were watching her intently.

Tears slipped through her eyes as she smiled and she bit her lips to stop them from trembling. A frown creased his forehead and she shook her head.

"I haven't been this happy or enjoyed as much before." She whispered, her voice trembling as she spoke.

He understood and a slow but sincere smile played on his lips.

"Tomoyo...sweet, gentle, beautiful Tomoyo..." Eriol said and she laughed. Then they heard the train hoot below them and Eriol sped to avoid the burst of steam.

Tomoyo's eyes widened and Eriol cleared his throat. It was hell holding this woman close. It was too hard to believe that he could have feeling like this for his school mate of not even one year! That too after more than a decade and a failed marriage!

Not that he remembered using his magic to impress Kaho. She'd been already all over him! But Tomoyo, hadn't been ready for him to use his magic which could have transported them to her hotel in Florence with the snap of fingers but she wanted this!

And he'd loved every minute of it. In fact, he could get used to her small yet curvaceous body against his much bigger one. Her scent was enticing; her hair loose and wild, her face flushed to the right color and when she laughed...it was from her heart. And those tears from her eyes...were like little diamonds for their worth!

Eriol bit back a curse!

What the hell was he thinking? Oh yes, he wanted to kiss her lips again, that looked kissed and he...

Stop! This was Tomoyo and he couldn't hurt her!

She wasn't the woman to use on a rebound relation!

"Eriol?" Tomoyo's concerned and stern call brought him back.

Her smile was pleasant and soothing. God, she was just the balm his troubled mind, heart and soul needed!

Whoa!

Just where was all this shit coming from?

"I will take you back in no time!" He promised and held her close, looking ahead. By doing so, he missed the pained expression on her face.

Tomoyo clung to him as he made a mad dash to the station before the train.

This was Hiiragizawa. A complete stranger to her! Not to mention he had a great emotional baggage. She could understand that he already came back in this world with a baggage. He was Clow's reincarnation but he was Eriol. She wondered about his childhood. He would have been way mature than the others. He was, who was she kidding. While the other kids held him at a distance because they were in awe and a certain amount of fear because he intimidated them. So she was his companion when he pulled his magic tricks only poor Sakura and Syaoran playing a little match making there!

And now, here she was in his arms, loving every second of it.

She was not squeaky clean herself. One sided infatuation with her best friend cum cousin, she didn't even know what love was!

What she felt for Eriol was not definitely love. Surely not. She hadn't been in touch with him, didn't know him. But the sheer physical chemistry had fried her brains and he had her heart beating painfully against her chest even now!

I will take you back in no time!

Not, 'we will back in the train' but that! He clearly meant to be alone and she understood him than anyone could.

But she didn't expect the sudden burning sensation in her chest at the truth and the tears that threatened to spill!

More than that, the sudden urge to kiss him...be his in every sense of the way.

"Eriol!" She cried and something in her voice, the urgency, the agony made him stop completely and they were floating almost thirty feet above the ground.

"Tom...!" He was cut off as she pulled his face to hers and kissed him with a ferocity that literally took his breath away.

He was stunned by this sudden kiss and they didn't notice the train that went by under them.

But this time, he pulled back but not before kissing her senseless. Boy! She would never forget his kisses if he were to meet her after a decade now.

After a decade...

That thought made him feel very shallow suddenly. In fact, this feeling seemed real than he'd felt for Kaho.

"I have to get you back." He said and she nodded, her head bent down. He could feel her confusion and sadness but did nothing about it.

The truth was, Eriol was scared. For the first time in his life, he was scared of Tomoyo, of things she made him feel...

He had to get her on that damned train! It was his own foolishness and cruel twist of fate that he boarded that train!

They touched the ground near the back end of the platform that was in darkness and Tomoyo squealed in agony.


"The train is in motion!" She cried and looked at him. For a heart stopping moment, she wanted to ignore the train and be with him, damning whatever he had to say about it. But she hugged him, tightly and letting go of him before he could do anything about it and ran blindly. She couldn't bear a failure in this heart matter once more, whether the opposite person knew or not.

She could hear his footsteps behind her and smiled. So, he would leave after a goodbye. So sweet!

She finally scrambled up the compartment door with his help of course. She flinched as his hands gripped on the same bruised and tender flesh at her waist and hoisted her up the door. Her top had ridden up again and in the rush stayed there.

Tomoyo clutched the paining flesh and looked at him, a sad smile dancing on her lips.

Tears were gathering in her eyes and she batted them away, but to no avail.

Eriol was slowly coming to a stop and his heart felt heavy and undoubtedly beating hardly, painfully against his chest. She felt as if losing a part of herself. As if something was torn painfully from the inside and tossed carelessly out!

She hadn't felt this kind of pain before.

"Eriol!" Tomoyo screamed his name but it was drowned by the train's hoot as her outstretched hand conveyed her feelings.

But Eriol's head was bent as he was breathing hard, his hands on his knees and he couldn't bring himself to look at her leaving.


The morning was crisp and Tomoyo went as if on automaton to get her break fast. No use in being like this. Her eyes were so puffy and red that she gave up trying to hide it with make up.

"Tickets please, segnorina." A polite voice asked and she reached for her ticket and handed it to him.

"And yours?" The voice asked someone behind her and Tomoyo perked up. A chill went up and then down her spine and her mouth hung open.

"I am sorry. I haven't one." The voice, rich and deep, which had been branded permanently in Tomoyo's brain, replied and she almost collapsed if not for the close wall.

"What?" The ticket collector raised his voice and Tomoyo felt hands creeping up from behind, pulling her against a hard frame.

Then she couldn't bear it, she turned and stood on her tip toes, her face upturned and smiling.

Eriol completely ignored the poor fellow bellowing for the ticket and something about stupid foreigners and idiotic lovers, picked her up and kissed her as if sealing something permanently.

"I did this?" Eriol asked, much later back in Tomoyo's suite, running his hands over her pretty bruised waist.

Tomoyo couldn't answer for she was too overwhelmed with the new feelings, of a man touching her intimately. Of Eriol touching her like that. She felt his lips there and she squeezed her eyes shut.

Oh God!

"Tomoyo, open your eyes and look at me." Eriol commanded and she shook her head. He came up slowly, his body deliberately crowding hers as he gathered her trembling form in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, love…" He said and she opened her eyes.

"Am I really?" She breathed and his eyebrows went up.

"Your love?" She asked, blushing prettily and Eriol had to fight his urge to just have his big bad wolf unleash and have his way. Something about her innocence, her trusting nature, her vulnerability, her sweetness brought the devil inside him.

He smirked and her eyes widened a little with apprehension then melted away into a saucy smile with a 'come-get-me' look!

Hell!

Sweet hell!

"What do you think?" He asked her back as they slid down to the seat, his whole weight on her and his lips kissing her neck.

Tomoyo forgot her question, obviously!


"Tomoyo was supposed to be here half hour ago. Syaoran dear, I am worried." Sakura said as she looked around for Tomoyo in the hotel she had booked into. Sakura was supposed to pick her up and drive to Lee's mansion with her. By the way, Sakura had been amazed by Tomoyo's last minute alteration in her wedding dress. Alteration meaning, complete new one which was magical. It was a corset type dress with lace works that had wings too, but subtle. It was out of this world as Touya had said; it was apt for Sakura, the card mistress. This last one was from one reluctant Yue!

But Tomoyo hadn't been to see Sakura, which was quite abnormal.

"I think I'd better go and look for her!" Syaoran said ready to go and he stopped.

Sakura too stood up from the plush velvet sofa and met Syaoran's wary yet tensed gaze. She smiled inwards but frowned.

How come Eriol was here?

"Hiiragizawa!" Syaoran spat the name with disgust and Sakura rolled her eyes.

"There must be an explanation. Besides I did want him to come and bless us." Sakura retorted as they went toward Eriol's magic.

"There she is!" Sakura piped as Syaoran saw Tomoyo dancing with someone who was quite a giant of a man with ridiculously long hair, of course according to Syaoran only, holding her close. Actually they moved as one and it looked very romantic. No, scrap that, very provocative for his shy manner that he wanted to grab Sakura and...

Then as the song came to an end, the guy bent down, pulling her up as well and kissed her in a slow, sweet yet passionate kiss that affected everybody around them. Some old women were wiping their tears!

But both were oblivious to their surroundings.

Sakura gasped because Tomoyo would never, ever do this in public!

But she could feel the warmth of their love and felt elated, because she'd known Tomoyo's crush on her and had always wanted someone very special in Tomoyo's life! Just the way Syaoran was to her!

But she could see now, that this guy was more than Syaoran with respect to Tomoyo. They seemed so much into each other. As if their life force was one and the same.

But wait a minute! It looked like she was dancing with Clow Reed himself, except a very younger version of what she'd seen. Much lean and better, this one was!

Eriol!

"What the!" Syaoran mused as Sakura's eyes were popping out.

Syaoran didn't understand. Eriol had just disappeared months ago without a word, his business taking a back seat. But a month ago, he'd been back on track, taking his company to new levels, even branching out to the nuclear research! And he could feel his power now, which seemed stronger than ever before, as if he'd gained all the power back and more.

"It's Eriol!" She whispered amazed and Syaoran blanched.

"Yes. Looks like you are no more the most powerful..."Syaoran was cut off.

"I don't mind. Besides, it's the power of love. Our love is enough for me to go on and on." Sakura whispered and Syaoran turned red. To come to think, he would have lost her altogether because of his strict family values. This marriage was a sudden thing for he didn't want his elders to rethink about their consent. He was desperate enough without Sakura and all these years, love for her had burned constantly so much that it affected him. He was crumbling and Mei-in had suggested a vacation to America, which actually turned out to be Japan! He had to thank Mei-Lin for that. She'd eloped with a guy and still hadn't returned. She'd become untraceable.

"Don't worry. Wherever she is, I am sure she is happy. Actually, she is happy." Sakura said and Syaoran smiled.

Mid-kiss, Tomoyo spotted the pair and pulled away, turning bright red.

"Sakura!" She greeted lamely as Eriol's hands held her frame possessively.

"Flowers for the new bride-to-be..." Eriol said charmingly as he produced a bouquet of flowers for her.

"I don't understand. You and Tomoyo?" Sakura asked and Eriol smiled charmingly.

"Daidouji-san..." Syaoran started and stopped as Eriol's gaze swung to him.

"Ah, my cute little descendant, you are so radiant! Soon to be hitched, huh? Anyway, it's not Daidouji anymore. Meet Mrs. Hiiragizawa." Eriol said and Tomoyo laughed nervously. Her husband could be just so provocative.

Especially when it was Syaoran! And Sakura fainted of course!


A/N: So what do you all think? Is the title suitable? I broke my head on it! Sakura and Syaoran story in detail next chapter that is if you all want it!

How would I know if you want it? Simple. Review and lemme know!