Disclaimer: CardCaptor Sakura is not mine, it's owned by CLAMP. Yes, you've read right. It took me five years of therapy to finally admit that. Akira, Nami, Tama, Yuri and Yuri are mine, though. So you can't sue me for that.

Summary: Tomoyo and Eriol's children traveled through time by a century old pocket watch that turned out to be a time turner. They traveled back where their parents were still in school, only to find out the shocking truth… that their parents hated each others' guts! So how are they going to end up together? Will they learn to love each other? Or will they hate each other more? Read and review!

Author's Notes: Need not worry, my beloved readers. I am still alive and breathing. I will certainly continue this lovey, that's for sure. I'm just sorry that this chapter has been delayed for a week. I'd like to thank those who reviewed for they kept me going. Thank you very much.

Dedication: As promised, I dedicate this chapter to Tiffany for the words of encouragement and the beautiful gift of friendship.


Now and Forever
by Hidden Tala

iv. The Hiiragizawa Manor

Eriol's welcome party was standing at the front porch of the Hiiragizawa Manor with the very hyper Nakuru jumping up and down in unsuppressed glee and Spinel floating in the air grumbling about the other guardian being lame-brained and stupid. The feline look-a-like plushie flew to his creator, leaving the hyperactive Ruby Moon squealing like a distressed banshee all by herself.

Nami and Tama, as if expecting Nakuru's hyperactive-ness, only mumbled incoherent sentences to themselves.

Spinel greeted his creator the moment he reached the gate, sending questioning glances to the other kids but Eriol remained oblivious to it. "Spinel Sun, do tell Nakuru to add three plates for our dinner," Eriol regarded his floating little guardian but still looked at the sleeping girl in his arms.

"Yes, Master Eriol," the little guardian said quietly and remained floating waiting for an explanation.

Eriol waved him off but promised him full explanations inside the house; he just needed to lay the girl down because his muscles were already aching.

Spinel obeyed but with a little grumbling at first. The little Moon guardian told the giddy Nakuru of their Master's order and before he could finish the last word that was formed in his mouth, she snatched him from air and dashed into the kitchen in a lightning speed.

At this display, the Hiiragizawas, minus Yumi, could only sweat-drop in lack of any intelligent remark.

"I take it she felt your presence before I ever did, judging from her sudden giddiness," Eriol murmured to himself, scowling a little bit.

"Why? Doesn't she always act like that?" Tama asked incredulously, looking at Eriol as if he'd grown two heads.

Eriol raised an inquisitive brow. "Why? Does she always like that in the future?"

"Of course," Tama replied airily as if it's nothing of importance. "She's not Nakuru-chan if she isn't like that. Why, Dad? Isn't she that happy all the time?"

Eriol shook his head. "She's only like that when she sees Touya-kun. Sometimes she's also like that when she feeds Spinel with sweets but that's a rare occasion since he already mastered the art of hiding."

Nami dramatically stopped in her tracks when she heard the word 'Touya' rolled out from her father's tongue. Her face dramatically glowed in pink and yellow; her eyes had stars and hearts pulsating as if it were alive. And she had that look in her face like Christmas has gone early. "Uncle Touya…" she murmured dreamily, both hands clamped in her heart. She let out a breathy sigh and a shaky breath.

Both the father and son could only raise quizzical brows at her.

"Uncle Touya…" she repeated in the same dreamy gesture, ignoring the weird looks her father and brother were giving her.

Tama wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Eeww."

"What're you-" Eriol started but was interrupted by Nami's loud screeching.

"Oh! I wanna meet Uncle Touya now!" She squealed girlishly and hovered excited glances to her father and younger brother. "I'm so sure he looked like a god the last time I saw him and now… he'd look so divine in his younger form! Oh, I swear, I could just die!"

Eriol gave his son a baffled and startled look. "Is it me or have I just met Nakuru's reincarnation in my daughter's body?"

Tama shrugged happily. "I think Nakuru-chan passed on her obsession in Uncle Touya to Nami, Dad. Nami's really fond of her or was it the other way around? I really have no idea."

They all arrived at the large front door of the Hiiragizawa Manor. Both boys could've sworn that they heard plates crashing and some yelling from a muffled voice. Nami was still in her own world sighing and ooh-ing about Touya. Eriol softly knocked on the door but reminded himself to have a little talk with his creations about good manners when they have visitors.

It took ten seconds or so before someone opened the door. And they were all greeted by a very loud:

"WAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIII!"

The two boys took a step backward unconsciously except for Nami who stayed where she was, smiling happily to herself, lost inside her own dream world.

Nakuru grinned widely when she saw the two dark-headed kids standing there and eyed them like a predator to a prey but the smile widened even more that it nearly reached her ears when she saw the sleeping girl in her Master's arms. She clasped her two hands on her cheeks as she cooed at Nami who gladly obliged her since Eriol wouldn't let her near the sleeping girl.

"I knew it! I knew it!" Nakuru exclaimed, jumping excitedly. "I felt Eriol's power multiply a while ago! I knew it!"

"Keep your voice low, Ruby Moon," he warned, rocking the stirring girl in his arms. "Yumi might wake up with you screaming like a deprived hippopotamus."

"Oh! Oh! Look how pretty she is!" she crooned, watching the little girl sleep peacefully.

She went to terrorize little Tama who was trying to hide behind Eriol. "Ooooh," she cooed, pinching Tama's cheek. "You look so much like Tomoyo-chan!"

Nakuru wrinkled her brows in deep thought with her index finger pointing her chin. "But aren't you guys Mizuki-sensei's kids?"

Tension, somehow, had found its way and quickly filled the room.

Eriol visibly cringed at the mention of the long ago forgotten teacher. His children, Nami and Tami stiffened for a reason quite different from their father's. They weren't expecting any other girl's name but their mother's.

"Iie," Nami answered uneasily, finally free from her reverie. "We're Daidouji Tomoyo's children."

Nakuru's eyes widened momentarily but she quickly recovered from the shock. "Gomen ne, I guess I'm getting a little old to not see these things," she said, smiling at Nami and Tama.

The tension in the air finally evaporated when Yumi finally woke from her sleep. She yawned sleepily then blinked a several times before zeroing in on her gaze to her father's eyes who had the same color as hers. "Daddy," she said, pouting a little bit. "Where is Yuri-chan? She's not here."

"Honey, she's with Mommy now." He mentally slapped himself for not finding a better excuse. "Don't worry, we'll see her tomorrow," he assured, silently wishing that the girl won't cry.

"Where is Mommy, Daddy?" Yumi asked, eyes blinking innocently.

"She's in her house, eating," Eriol answered simply.

"Let's go there," she said shakily, resting her head on his chest. "I want to see Mommy."

"Dad," Nami called, tapping Eriol's shoulder urgently. "If you don't have anything to say to us, I will already retire to my room. Yumi'll start crying in about five minutes and I really don't want to take part of a mind-numbing experience. Ja."

Before Eriol could reply, both sister and brother were already out of sight. Then he heard a loud consecutive banging of the doors on the second floor.

Then as if to prove herself to her father and to the world, Yumi began wailing a little bit violently five minutes later. Eriol's pleading never stopped her.

"Yumi-chan! Look what I got you!" Nakuru grinned happily at her young Mistress. She grabbed Spinel, who was accidentally passing by, and held it to Yumi's face. "Isn't he cute?"

Spinel's mournful muffled cries were completely and ruthlessly ignored.

Yumi sniffed and flailed her arms to Nakuru and Eriol was only very happy to oblige. He then made his very graceful exit, running like a mice being chased by a big hungry Tom. "See? She likes me!" She announced proudly to Spinel who only glared in response, still trying to wiggle out from Nakuru's grasp but to no avail.

"What do you want to eat, Yumi-chan?" she asked, rocking the girl to stop crying.

"(sniff) I want (sniff) chocolate (sniff). Uncle Syao-Syao didn't (sniff) bring me one (sniff)." Yumi pouted cutely then she hugged the older girl's neck very tightly.

Nakuru, hearing Syaoran's new nickname, giggled mercilessly. "Oh, all right. I'll give you chocolate but promise me you won't cry anymore, ok?"

Yumi looked thoughtful for a moment and seconds later she nodded her head enthusiastically.

Nakuru's smile widened, baring her pearly white teeth. "What do you want, Godiva, Cadbury, Lindt, or Hershey's?"


Promises are made to be broken, all right.

Later that night, when Eriol was getting ready to sleep, an ear splitting wail on the other side of manor echoed in the whole house, loud enough to wake everyone up including the dead. One word. Nakuru's quarters. Drat, make that two. He groaned in displeasure and covered his ears with his pillow. The loud wailing business went on for another thirty minutes and it wasn't planning to stop. Then he heard a soft knock on his door but he was too afraid to get up to see who it was especially if it was Nakuru giving up on the babysitting.

"Dad, it's just me," a male voice said from the other side of the door.

Sighing in defeat, he stood up and opened it. "What is it?" he asked, yawning largely.

Tama entered his room sullenly and sat Indian style on the bed. "Aren't you going to make Yumi stop? She's crying for an hour now."

Eriol sighed dejectedly. "I-I don't know how to make her stop, Tama," he answered with all the honesty in his being. "You see, I'm scared of kids. I don't think I even want to have one, let alone marry… I'm not really fatherly, Tama. I'm sorry."

"No! You're very fatherly to me, to us! You love us! You're very strict but you can also be funny if you want to," his young son argued. "You love Mum very much. Though you do fight often... you kiss and make up in the end."

Tama's lower lip trembled slightly and it freaked Clow's reincarnation more. Clueless to the whole comforting thing that fathers do, he put an arm around Tama's shoulder and gave him a brotherly pat on the back. Tama sniffed trying to control himself then gave Eriol a toothy grin.

Eriol was blinded for a moment. He thought he saw Tomoyo right there on his bed, in his room. He blinked owlishly and saw that it was Tama with Tomoyo's face, eyes and the billion-dollar smile. Tama was Tomoyo's male version. He looked so much like his mother.

Tomoyo. Tama's mother. His wife.

"Come on, Dad. Let's wake Nami up, she'll take care of Yumi and make her stop." Tama already made his way out to Nami's room, which was beside Eriol's.

"Nami! Wake up! Yumi's going diva again!" Tama pounded loudly on the door. No answer. He pounded again, this time with his foot.

He heard numerous curses and the shuffling of sheets from the other side of the door. Nami yanked the door open with brutal force and showed herself in a disheveled state, tousled hair and bloodshot eyes. She also forgot to wear her 375 grade eyeglasses that made Tama blurry in her vision. "What the bloody hell do you want from me, Tama!"

"Dad! Nami's cussing again!" Tama called out to his father and stuck out his tongue when Nami glared at him.

"Nami," Eriol's deep baritone voice echoed from the other room. "Stop cussing or I'll bleed your mouth to death."

Recognizing that familiar tone in his voice, Nami straightened up and nodded meekly. "Yes, Daddy," she answered softly.

Eriol went out of his room, dressed in his white silk pyjamas and dark blue robe. He abruptly stopped when he saw Nami standing beside Tama. "What are you doing here, Daidouji?"

Nami and Tama exchanged confused glances. "Dad, I'm Nami," she said, looking strangely at Eriol.

He examined the girl and found that she had his eyes, the color of the sky and the ocean. It was, in every way, the color of blue. "I thought you were her without your glasses on."

"Come on, let's go to Nakuru-chan's quarters!" Tama started to the left wing with Eriol and Nami behind him.


An enraged Eriol was not a very good sight to look at, at all, the siblings decided. He was fuming, literally. It's like when you drop a handful of snow on his head, it'll melt right then and there. They both mentally thanked the deities that they were not on the same receiving end of their father's affections.

"I can't believe you had the stomach to sleep," Eriol pointed an angry finger towards Nakuru, "with her crying nonstop for hours! I trusted you to take care of her!"

Nakuru smiled sheepishly at her creator. "Gomen ne, Master. I forgot to tell you that I sleep with my earmuffs on."

Eriol looked at her incredulously. "You! You haven't heard a thing! Not a single freaking sound! We were on the other side of the manor and we heard her as if she was staying next door!"

"Dad, stop yelling," Tama whispered on his ear. "Yumi doesn't like yelling people."

The creator glared at his creation, promising pure torture in his dark pools.

Eriol scooped the crying Yumi to his arms and tried his hardest best to calm her down. He rocked her, bribed her with chocolates, and promised to buy her candies and dolls but the crying continued with much force and violence.

Tiredly, he asked, "What do you want Daddy do to make Yumi stop?"

"I want Mommy," she answered shakily, accompanied with sniffing noises.

Eriol let out a grunting noise then conceded to his daughter's request. "Alright, we'll go to Mommy now."

Tsuzuku.


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"There is a lot of advice on baby feeding, but almost nothing on how to help crying babies."
-- Harvey Karp