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1 History Repeats Itself: Chapter One

-Present-

"So, I really want the flower theme of the wedding to be white lilies," Daidouji Tomoyo said as she held up an elegant photograph of the particular flower. Gently, she placed it down into their scrapbook. When she saw Hiiragizawa Eriol's face scrunch up in distaste, she smiled and added, "Of course, we must have a side of pale blue wisterias to match." With that, the lines that had ran across his face disappeared.

"You know, Tomoyo-chan. You're going to spoil me," he said as he wrapped his arms around the love of his life. He'd never felt this happy, ever.

"Hey, this is our wedding we're planning. I want it to be special," she whispered in his ear before blowing a gentle kiss in it, making him shudder. "I'm glad we decided to keep a scrapbook. Now, when it's time for us to really get married, we'll have everything we need here. However, I do think that the fake wedding picture is a little much. But I guess you can never be too prepared. I just have to pick out a frame for it."

"You're a genius, you know that? Now, let me take you home before your okaa-san send out a search party for you."



-Past-

The young apprentice sat down at the back of the cottage and stared into the distance. Beads of sweat raced down his forehead and his long, dark hair clung onto him as if life depended on it. He never quite figured out why his parents sent him to study with a blacksmith, but he figured they had their reasons. Everything they did was always part of some plan. He must say that this apprenticeship contributed greatly to his strength. He was no longer the short, scrawny boy that walked into the shop 3 years ago. Now, with his six feet height, broad shoulders, well-toned muscles, and amazingly good looks, he became the object of attention to every girl in town.

However, he held his sights for one girl only. For the past 3 years, he'd lived under the same roof as her, sat at the same table as her during meals, and observed her from a distance. It was amazing how she always kept her posture and manners. The way she walked, talked, laughed, or did anything for that matter, entranced him and made him love her even more. Every lock of those luscious curls were always in place, her eyes always twinkled brighter than the brightest stars, every aspect of her personality shone through her peasant attire… How he would treasure her if she belonged to him…

"Clow-san!" a clear voice rang in the distance. Snapping immediately out of his trance, he saw the girl of his dreams running towards him. That goofy smile appeared on his face second-naturely as she came closer. Standing up, he walked towards her to meet her halfway. When she reached him, he gave her a minute to restore her energy.

"Kioko-chan, how many times do I have to tell you that you can call me something less formal?" the young man said with a low chuckle. With gentle eyes, he stared at the girl in front of her. A blush had crept to her cheeks from the running, making them even more rosy than usual.

"Well, how many times do I have to tell you that if my father heard you call me Kioko-chan, he would chop your leg off?" she replied smoothly. "And plus, it's not proper. I bet that you say that to every girl you meet."

"Only the ones as beautiful as you, and I've only met one of them," he said. He was a bit hurt, though. He never thought that she would think he's like that.

Kana Kioko, the daughter of the most famous blacksmith in town, felt a pang of jealousy run through her. Using a slightly higher than normal tone, she asked curiously, "Oh? Do I know this girl? Is she one from this town?"

"Yes, I do think you know her. She has the most amazing amethyst eyes and long dark curls. She has skin as pale as snow and lips the color of the most beautiful cherry blossoms," he teased. He winced a little when he saw that she hadn't taken up the hint. She's very insightful indeed, but when it comes to affairs of the heart, she's as dense as her distant, emerald- eyed cousin, Wattan Miki.

"Hm, she does sound very beautiful. However, I do not recognize this description. Maybe next time we pass by her, you can point her out to me?" she replied innocently. Clow Reed groaned loudly and began to walk off. "What did I say?" Kioko asked softly. As he walked away, she ran those descriptions through her mind and realized that they matched her perfectly. Apprehending that he'd been teasing her, she grabbed the nearest bucket and chucked it at his head.

Right before the large chunk of wood made contact with his head, he turned around and caught it. He shook his head and a handsome grin spread across his face. "And I thought the beautiful Kana Kioko always behaved like a lady." He stared dreamily as she laughed at his antics. Her laughter was carried by the wind, and into the depths of his heart…



-Present-

"Eriol-sama!!!" a loud shout rang through the house. Hiiragizawa Eriol held his head as he tried to recapture the melodic laughter that he vaguely remember. After several failing attempts, he gave up and kicked the blankets onto the floor. He sat there for a few seconds, dazed, but then the loud voice of his guardian woke him right up.

"I'm already eighteen… why do I have to put up with this every morning?" he murmured under his breathe.

"Because you refuse to get rid of him," a deep voice said from behind him. Eriol nearly jumped if he hadn't recognized those small butterfly wings.

"Don't ever do that again, Spinel. And plus, Nakuru-chan's family, just like you are. We can't just get rid of him. Now come on, before Nakuru has another one of his fits," the blue-haired boy muttered. Something about the dream he had last night keeps haunting him though. He keeps seeing those amethyst eyes gaze lovingly at him. He'd only felt that way with Tomoyo, having his heartbeat quicken, and his breath cut off. This is probably because she's the only person he'd ever loved. However, he didn't think Clow was ever in love. There was no part of his memory that recalled an intimate relationship with any woman. The one woman he remembered from Clow's life was the fortune teller, but he remember the feeling was purely respect. 'I'll ask Yue about it later,' he thought and disregarded the dream for the remainder of the morning…