~A change of heart~
Disclaimer: No I don't own cardcaptors, CLAMP does.
SwEeT LiL AnGeL: This is my first ever fan fic so please go easy on me. It's an E+T btw, if you don't like the couple I suggest you don't read this.
Just to let you know, Eriol, Sakura and Syaoran do not have magic; I repeat DO NOT have magic. The only person who has magic is Kaho, and that's to see into the future/ have visions (actually, I'm still thinking about it, whether to give her powers or not.). Eriol, Tomoyo, Sakura and Syaoran had been childhood friends, but Eriol left to England leaving the trio and the others had not seen him since. They are now all 23 years old, except Kaho and Touya who are both 27. Please R+R!
Chapter 1: Meeting again
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The marquee was crowded with friends and relatives all wanting to wish the couple every happiness, and Tomoyo sought the coolness of the moist air outside. It was a pity it had rained in the small town of Tomoeda, it was not exactly the ideal beginning to a marriage, but Sakura and Syaoran looked so happy that Tomoyo had to concede that the weather meant little to them. She sighed. Glancing back into the marquee she noticed that the toasts were now over. Any minute now, Sakura and Syaoran would be leaving for their honeymoon. 'They were going to Hong Kong - where else?' thought Tomoyo wryly - then chided herself for her cynicism. Sakura had been Tomoyo's best friend since third grade. She knew that she should have been happy for her, not that it was jealousy, Sakura and Tomoyo had always been so close, and now that Sakura was starting her own life now, Tomoyo envied her.
Her heels were now sinking into the damp ground beneath her feet and she looked down impatiently. The hem of her lavender coloured gown was going to be ruined, but that couldn't be helped. No one could have expected a week of torrential rain at the beginning of June, which had made the area around the marquee a veritable quagmire. A sudden breeze brought her hand to her head to secure the wide-brimmed straw boater and with her other hand plucking the hem of her skirt out of the mud, she became aware that a man standing just inside the entrance to the marquee was observing her with some amusement.
He seemed so familiar to Tomoyo some how. Then a thought hit her. 'It couldn't be, could it? Er-Eriol?' Tomoyo had heard Eriol had succeeded in getting to oxford and was now one of the youngest financiers in London and got married to Ms. Mizuki . Her initial impressions of him were mixed. Physically, he was now a very attractive man, with straight dark blue hair and dark azure eyes to match, not to mention slightly tanned. He was tall, without an ounce of superfluous flesh on his bones, and his clothes, obviously out of class of those inside the marquee, fitted with him with ease and elegance. It was the sinuous way he moved that drew attention to his appearance, a kind of grace simulated with animal-like ease. No, his appearance, his magnetism with women, was not in any doubt, and in other circumstances Tomoyo might have felt wary of him. But to counteract this feeling, there was the presence of Kaho Hiiragizawa, his wife.
She was the discordant note in the whole proceedings, and Tomoyo had been unable to avoid noticing how unsuited she was to her present surroundings. Small and slender, with radiant bright red hair framing her piquantly attractive face, Kaho was just as striking as Eriol. It was obvious that she neither liked nor made any effort to mix with the crowd in the marquee. It was evident in the bored expression she had worn throughout the ceremony.
"Having problems, Daidouji-san?"
The attractive unfamiliar voice brought Tomoyo's head up with a jerk to find the subject of her thoughts standing right in front of her, regarding her steadily.
"Oh – not really," she demurred, with a rueful smile. "It's my fault for coming out here."
Eriol's eyes travelled down to the toes of her shoes emerging from the hem of gown. "It was pretty humid in there, though, wasn't it?" he commented, looking into her eyes again, he had a disturbingly direct stare that disconcerted her. "It's been a while hasn't it Daidouji-san?"
"Yes it has" she replied, looking anywhere but his eyes. Eriol and Tomoyo had never been that close back when they were much younger. It had always been Sakura and Tomoyo being best friends and all, then there was Eriol always annoying the hell out of Syaoran.
"It's a pity it's been such a miserable day."
"Do you believe in omens, Daidouji-san?" he enquired, and she thought he was teasing her.
"Not really."
"Nor do I." He smiled. "Would you believe I got married in a heatwave?"
Tomoyo found herself smiling, but she couldn't help it, even though his remark had been outrageous. "I – are you going back to London tonight, Hiiragizawa-kun?"
"So you do remember me, then?"
Tomoyo looked up at him in surprise, and in spite of her five feet six inches she had to look up at him, holding her boater on to the back of her head. "Of course."
"You don't have to always be so formal Tomoyo-san, please just call me Eriol. And no, I'm not going back to London tonight."
Tomoyo could feel her hair working loose from the coronet she had secured on top of her head, and violet tendrils were tumbling down the side of her delicate face. Dropping the hem of her gown, she gave herself up to securing her hair, taking off her hat and sighing resignedly. She then noticed some commotion and pointed into the marquee behind them. "Oh look! Sakura and Syaoran are leaving."
The bride and groom left in a shower of confetti, the crowd surging after them to wave them off, and Tomoyo felt Eriol's hand close round her wrist for a moment to prevent her from being swept along with them. For a moment she was close against him, his chest hard against the softness of her chest (a/n: O_o). Then he had set her free again and was saying apologetically: "Sorry about that, but people get carried away here – literally!" He smiled. "I understand that we've been invited to join a gathering at this house later in the evening. If you'd like to go home and change first, my car's at your disposal."
Tomoyo didn't know what to say. She, who was usually cool and collected with men, felt nervous as a schoolgirl on her first date, and the feeling was unfamiliar and not altogether unpleasant. She didn't even know why she was feeling this way. Eriol Hiiragizawa had always been amusing and polite, but nothing more. But a few moments ago, when his fingers had fastened round her wrist, she had experienced a terrifying new sensation that bore little resemblance to casual acquaintanceship.
"I – er – I came with Yamazaki-kun and Chiharu-san," she explained awkwardly. "I expect I'll go home with them. I can always get a bus back later." She glanced at her watch as though to confirm this. "After all, it's only half past four."
Eriol inclined his head. "If that's what you prefer."
Tomoyo felt terrible. It wasn't what she preferred at all, but something, some inner sense warned her that further association with this man would be dangerous for her. She glance round and saw to her relief that people were coming back again. Both Sakura and Syaoran had already left for Sakura's house to get change. Pretty soon, the reception would break up and only the family and very close friends would gather later on at the house. She felt vaguely relieved when Touya came to join them. (a/n: Touya kinda likes her in this fic and has been trying to ask her out. WARNING: Prepare for lots of OOCness)
"Well?" he commented. "It went off very well, didn't it? In spite of the lousy weather!"
"Sakura looked beautiful," exclaimed Tomoyo enthusiastically and Touya gave her an old-fashioned look.
"Sakura could never look beautiful!" he asserted with brotherly candour. "but she did look nice." He surveyed Tomoyo thoroughly and with evident approval. "Now, if you had been the bride…"
Tomoyo lost all the colour from her face. "Oh, Touya!"
Touya grinned, and then slapped Eriol on the shoulder. "Wanna get a beer?"
Eriol flexed his shoulder muscles. "I wouldn't say no," he conceded, glancing at Tomoyo. "Will you excuse us?"
"Of course."
Tomoyo managed a smile in return, and then breathed a sigh almost of relief as they moved away. A beautiful elegant woman was approaching her and Tomoyo turned to greet…
*****
End of chapter 1!!!!
SwEeT LiL AnGeL: Sorry, but I just had to end it there because it's like 2am in the morning and I'm really, really tired. There's major OOC in this fic isn't there? Ummm… I'm not really fluent in Japanese (I'm not even Japanese!) either, so please correct me if I got a few things wrong like with the -kun, -san or with the spelling and grammar. Anyways, please review!
Disclaimer: No I don't own cardcaptors, CLAMP does.
SwEeT LiL AnGeL: This is my first ever fan fic so please go easy on me. It's an E+T btw, if you don't like the couple I suggest you don't read this.
Just to let you know, Eriol, Sakura and Syaoran do not have magic; I repeat DO NOT have magic. The only person who has magic is Kaho, and that's to see into the future/ have visions (actually, I'm still thinking about it, whether to give her powers or not.). Eriol, Tomoyo, Sakura and Syaoran had been childhood friends, but Eriol left to England leaving the trio and the others had not seen him since. They are now all 23 years old, except Kaho and Touya who are both 27. Please R+R!
Chapter 1: Meeting again
*****
The marquee was crowded with friends and relatives all wanting to wish the couple every happiness, and Tomoyo sought the coolness of the moist air outside. It was a pity it had rained in the small town of Tomoeda, it was not exactly the ideal beginning to a marriage, but Sakura and Syaoran looked so happy that Tomoyo had to concede that the weather meant little to them. She sighed. Glancing back into the marquee she noticed that the toasts were now over. Any minute now, Sakura and Syaoran would be leaving for their honeymoon. 'They were going to Hong Kong - where else?' thought Tomoyo wryly - then chided herself for her cynicism. Sakura had been Tomoyo's best friend since third grade. She knew that she should have been happy for her, not that it was jealousy, Sakura and Tomoyo had always been so close, and now that Sakura was starting her own life now, Tomoyo envied her.
Her heels were now sinking into the damp ground beneath her feet and she looked down impatiently. The hem of her lavender coloured gown was going to be ruined, but that couldn't be helped. No one could have expected a week of torrential rain at the beginning of June, which had made the area around the marquee a veritable quagmire. A sudden breeze brought her hand to her head to secure the wide-brimmed straw boater and with her other hand plucking the hem of her skirt out of the mud, she became aware that a man standing just inside the entrance to the marquee was observing her with some amusement.
He seemed so familiar to Tomoyo some how. Then a thought hit her. 'It couldn't be, could it? Er-Eriol?' Tomoyo had heard Eriol had succeeded in getting to oxford and was now one of the youngest financiers in London and got married to Ms. Mizuki . Her initial impressions of him were mixed. Physically, he was now a very attractive man, with straight dark blue hair and dark azure eyes to match, not to mention slightly tanned. He was tall, without an ounce of superfluous flesh on his bones, and his clothes, obviously out of class of those inside the marquee, fitted with him with ease and elegance. It was the sinuous way he moved that drew attention to his appearance, a kind of grace simulated with animal-like ease. No, his appearance, his magnetism with women, was not in any doubt, and in other circumstances Tomoyo might have felt wary of him. But to counteract this feeling, there was the presence of Kaho Hiiragizawa, his wife.
She was the discordant note in the whole proceedings, and Tomoyo had been unable to avoid noticing how unsuited she was to her present surroundings. Small and slender, with radiant bright red hair framing her piquantly attractive face, Kaho was just as striking as Eriol. It was obvious that she neither liked nor made any effort to mix with the crowd in the marquee. It was evident in the bored expression she had worn throughout the ceremony.
"Having problems, Daidouji-san?"
The attractive unfamiliar voice brought Tomoyo's head up with a jerk to find the subject of her thoughts standing right in front of her, regarding her steadily.
"Oh – not really," she demurred, with a rueful smile. "It's my fault for coming out here."
Eriol's eyes travelled down to the toes of her shoes emerging from the hem of gown. "It was pretty humid in there, though, wasn't it?" he commented, looking into her eyes again, he had a disturbingly direct stare that disconcerted her. "It's been a while hasn't it Daidouji-san?"
"Yes it has" she replied, looking anywhere but his eyes. Eriol and Tomoyo had never been that close back when they were much younger. It had always been Sakura and Tomoyo being best friends and all, then there was Eriol always annoying the hell out of Syaoran.
"It's a pity it's been such a miserable day."
"Do you believe in omens, Daidouji-san?" he enquired, and she thought he was teasing her.
"Not really."
"Nor do I." He smiled. "Would you believe I got married in a heatwave?"
Tomoyo found herself smiling, but she couldn't help it, even though his remark had been outrageous. "I – are you going back to London tonight, Hiiragizawa-kun?"
"So you do remember me, then?"
Tomoyo looked up at him in surprise, and in spite of her five feet six inches she had to look up at him, holding her boater on to the back of her head. "Of course."
"You don't have to always be so formal Tomoyo-san, please just call me Eriol. And no, I'm not going back to London tonight."
Tomoyo could feel her hair working loose from the coronet she had secured on top of her head, and violet tendrils were tumbling down the side of her delicate face. Dropping the hem of her gown, she gave herself up to securing her hair, taking off her hat and sighing resignedly. She then noticed some commotion and pointed into the marquee behind them. "Oh look! Sakura and Syaoran are leaving."
The bride and groom left in a shower of confetti, the crowd surging after them to wave them off, and Tomoyo felt Eriol's hand close round her wrist for a moment to prevent her from being swept along with them. For a moment she was close against him, his chest hard against the softness of her chest (a/n: O_o). Then he had set her free again and was saying apologetically: "Sorry about that, but people get carried away here – literally!" He smiled. "I understand that we've been invited to join a gathering at this house later in the evening. If you'd like to go home and change first, my car's at your disposal."
Tomoyo didn't know what to say. She, who was usually cool and collected with men, felt nervous as a schoolgirl on her first date, and the feeling was unfamiliar and not altogether unpleasant. She didn't even know why she was feeling this way. Eriol Hiiragizawa had always been amusing and polite, but nothing more. But a few moments ago, when his fingers had fastened round her wrist, she had experienced a terrifying new sensation that bore little resemblance to casual acquaintanceship.
"I – er – I came with Yamazaki-kun and Chiharu-san," she explained awkwardly. "I expect I'll go home with them. I can always get a bus back later." She glanced at her watch as though to confirm this. "After all, it's only half past four."
Eriol inclined his head. "If that's what you prefer."
Tomoyo felt terrible. It wasn't what she preferred at all, but something, some inner sense warned her that further association with this man would be dangerous for her. She glance round and saw to her relief that people were coming back again. Both Sakura and Syaoran had already left for Sakura's house to get change. Pretty soon, the reception would break up and only the family and very close friends would gather later on at the house. She felt vaguely relieved when Touya came to join them. (a/n: Touya kinda likes her in this fic and has been trying to ask her out. WARNING: Prepare for lots of OOCness)
"Well?" he commented. "It went off very well, didn't it? In spite of the lousy weather!"
"Sakura looked beautiful," exclaimed Tomoyo enthusiastically and Touya gave her an old-fashioned look.
"Sakura could never look beautiful!" he asserted with brotherly candour. "but she did look nice." He surveyed Tomoyo thoroughly and with evident approval. "Now, if you had been the bride…"
Tomoyo lost all the colour from her face. "Oh, Touya!"
Touya grinned, and then slapped Eriol on the shoulder. "Wanna get a beer?"
Eriol flexed his shoulder muscles. "I wouldn't say no," he conceded, glancing at Tomoyo. "Will you excuse us?"
"Of course."
Tomoyo managed a smile in return, and then breathed a sigh almost of relief as they moved away. A beautiful elegant woman was approaching her and Tomoyo turned to greet…
*****
End of chapter 1!!!!
SwEeT LiL AnGeL: Sorry, but I just had to end it there because it's like 2am in the morning and I'm really, really tired. There's major OOC in this fic isn't there? Ummm… I'm not really fluent in Japanese (I'm not even Japanese!) either, so please correct me if I got a few things wrong like with the -kun, -san or with the spelling and grammar. Anyways, please review!