AN: So, just in case anyone's wondering: No, Sakura isn't going to dump Eriol anytime soon. I don't really know what else to say, so on with the Story.

Chapter 10

Eriol woke to the sound of his ring tone blasting out of his phone. Grumbling, he picked up the offending object and blinked a few times before reading the name that was flashing on the screen.

"Hello," he said groggily into the phone, rubbing his eyes.

"Good morning," said a soft angelic voice from the other end of the phone. "Did I wake you?"

He sat up straight in his bed and replied, "Tomoyo? No, not at all."

There was the distinct sound of giggles from the other end of the phone. "Well, I'm about to go for a walk and I don't really like to walk alone."

"Oh, ok," he said, puzzled as to why she was telling him this.

"Do you want to go with me?"

"Oh! Yeah, I'll meet you in front of your house in, say, ten minutes?"

"Perfect."

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Sakura lazily opened her eyes and looked around her. She was laying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket with the news playing on the TV. On the coffee table was a half-empty glass of orange juice and an omelet over toast. Sniffing the air, she smelled cinnamon sugar and jumped up to run into the kitchen.

She was taken aback at the sight of Syaoran pulling cinnamon rolls out of the oven. "Syaoran?"

He stumbled forward, almost dropping the pan, and turned around to face her. "Oh, Sakura. Hi. Sorry, I didn't know if you'd want an omelet or something, but I made myself cinnamon rolls."

She raised a delicate eyebrow at him before saying, "Since when do you cook? And why are you standing in my kitchen at… eight in the morning on a Saturday?"

He chuckled and said, "Ever since I moved out and discovered that Wei is terrible at cooking breakfast. But, don't you remember? Last night you told me not to leave, that you hated being alone in this house?"

Sakura did slightly recall this, and sat down at the table. "It sounds like something I would say. I just miss my dad and Touya. But let's not focus on that, those rolls smell delicious. Hand them over," she said, grinning.

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Tomoyo sat in her bedroom, combing out her long dark hair, and waiting patiently. Eriol was running a minute late, but she was in no rush. Her feet were sore from all the running she had done the previous night. She had been tired and sad, all alone in the giant house her parents had left her. All that had been left for her to do was run, and run she did. She ran from her house to Syaoran's, then to Sakura's, and finally to Eriol's. Her willpower ended with insane running paths, and she couldn't bring herself to knock on anyone's door.

She was stirred out of her thoughts as the door bell sounded through the house, echoing sadly. Grabbing her hat, she hurried down the stairs and opened the door.

Eriol stood in the door, smiling at her, and looking around at the snowy ground. "Good morning, Tomoyo."

"Good morning," she said, her heart warming. "Thanks for coming with me, I've just been alone too often recently."

He smiled sadly at her and replied, "I understand. Ready to go?"

"Yup," she said, pulling her hat on and skipping out into the snow. "I love the winter," she remarked amusedly.

Looking ahead of her, she didn't notice Eriol's long-lasting glance at her, but only heard him say, "So do I. There's something so beautiful and sad about the winter. It's a frozen wasteland, but it brings people together."

Tomoyo's cheeks turned red, but she reasoned it was from the cold, not what Eriol had said. "Sorrow within joy."

Eriol grinned at her. "Exactly."

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, occasionally laughing at something happening around them. Suddenly, Eriol's bare hand touched hers and a spark of electricity shot up her arm, leaving her hand feeling cold without it. Eriol frowned and said, "Your hands are freezing. You didn't bring gloves?"

"Neither did you," she said defensively. Color rose to her cheeks again as the image of the two strolling through the park, holding hands and sharing a romantic date, flashed through her mind.

Almost as if he read her thoughts, Eriol took hold of her hand and squeezed it a little, trying to get the blood flow back to it. He held their hands up in the air in front of her face and said, "Is this ok? I just want you to be warm."

She nodded lightly, but her thoughts strayed back to Syaoran. He had never cared for her this way, and she was starting to see that maybe she was missing out on something.

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Syaoran ate his eggs and toast silently, watching the news and sipping his orange juice. Sakura had been so strange last night, laying up against him and begging him not to leave. He had hardly gotten any sleep, watching over her and calming her down from any dream that upset her.

Interestingly enough for him, she spoke in her sleep, long intelligent sentences that he used to piece together her dreams. At first she had dreamed of a betrayal, whether it was hers or Eriol's, was unclear, but it was one of the two. Then she had dreamt about a murder, and a horrible cover-up. Finally at about 3 AM she had been peaceful and he had gotten about four hours of sleep before his phone rang, waking him, and he had chucked it at the wall.

As he watched her happily eat the cinnamon rolls and watch the television, he felt a warmth in his heart. He could all too easily imagine this same scene twenty years from now. The two sitting comfortably in their living room, eating breakfast and watching the evening news.

Do I even need to say what I'm going to lecture you on?

Uh… Tomoyo vs Sakura?

Good, you're actually listening to me.

I still think it's a sign of insanity when one hears his sisters' voices in his head.

Yes, well, at least gain something from your insanity.

Yeah, yeah, I don't want to hear it.

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TBC

Sorry… I know this was kind of short, but I'm working on it. Hopefully I'll update soon. Send me some ideas (it'd be really appreciated)!