Forever in your eyes

Chapter 4

Author's note: I promised I'd try to make a better chapter. Writing it all on binder paper and dividing it is kind of hard...Btw, for legal sake, CCS doesn't belong to me...

            "So, are you going?" Syaoran asked.  He and Eriol sat on a bench, watching their classmates play soccer in the field.

            "Going?" Eriol asked.

            "The Fall Ball," Syaoran clarified. The Fall Ball was the 1st formal dance of the year and it took place in mid October.

            "Oh, that," Eriol said. He didn't usually make school appearances outside of class.  But there was always time for a change. "I don't have a date."

            "Hurry up and find someone," Syaoran said. "It's this weekend."

            With these kinds of events, Eriol thought of one person to bring: Mizuki Kaho. It had been awhile since she rejected him.  He wasn't quite over her; he still had feelings for that woman but he soon realized she found a life without him.  Plus, Eriol had an eerie feeling she would come chaperone with her new beau.

            But who could be Eriol's date? He pondered about it in history class. He only had a few days left and he feared that he was running out of time...and choices. He looked around the room, trying to look for candidates. It was obvious that Sakura, Chiharu and Rika were off-limits.  He wanted to go with someone that was most definitely decent-looking and that had a good sense of style.   He didn't want to be seen with a date wearing neon orange and yellow. He could never live it down.

            Then his eyes turned to Daidouji Tomoyo.  Her? Would she go with him? A gut feeling told him no; it screamed "No, no, no!" But why? When he thought about it, he didn't know any underclassmen to go with...so...

            "Daidouji-san?" Eriol asked as he sat in front of the piano. It was after school and they sat in the music room.  She sat at a desk nearest to him, notebook opened out in front of her.

            "Hm?"

            "Are you thinking of going to the Fall Ball?"

            She looked up at him. "No, I never thought about it," she answered.

            It took Eriol back a bit. He would have expected her energetically making a dress for Sakura or something for the kawaii couple. "Well, if someone asked you, would you?"

            Tomoyo shrugged. "I suppose..."

            "Would you like to go to the dance?" he asked. He received a blank stare. "With me?" he added.

            Her eyes widened slightly. "Oh? With you?" she uttered.

            "Um...yes."

            "Oh..." she began to play with her writing utensil between her fingers.

            He wasn't sure whether to read that response as a good or bad thing. Her gaze turned to her notebook as if she was pondering for a long while. What was she thinking about? Did she expect the experience of spending time with him to be that awful? It's not like he'd puke on her or anything! Eriol swore he had to wait for infinity plus two years to receive her answer. "Sure, I'd love to.  But..."

            There's a 'but'? he thought.

            "On one condition," she told him.

Eriol's eyebrow arched. Please let it be tolerable, he prayed. "What is it?"

"Promise that you won't fall in love with me," she requested. When she began to giggle, he couldn't help but smile. Tomoyo had some humor in her.

"All right," Eriol smiled.

"You're going with who?" Nakuru chimed.

"Daidouji! Daiduoji!" Spinel repeated loudly. "Geez, you're deaf."

"Oh! Tomoyo-chan! So is she going to be the new mistress?" Nakuru innocently asked.

Eriol choked on his dinner. "What?!"

"Is she?" Nakuru's eyes grew big like saucers.

"Of course not! She's just a friend who I'm going with to the dance."

"She's your date," Spinel added.

"More or less," Eriol shrugged.

"She'll make a beautiful and kind mistress," Nakuru giggled. "I bet you're really, really excited!"

"Well, it is my first formal dance as a senior. I suppose I should be." Eriol stood up from his chair at the head of the table. "Thank you for making dinner Nakuru."

"It was god awful," Spinel hissed. He received a slap upside the hair, courtesy of Nakuru's outstretched hand.

"You're welcome Eriol," Nakuru smiled.

Eriol headed upstairs. He decided to go in his room and get in some light reading, like Les Miserables or War and Peace.  The night was old, but for some reason, he couldn't sleep.

...to be continued =)