Eriol stole a glance at Sara. At his fucking fairy godmother. He wanted to sink beneath the earth and simply die. He somehow really couldn't believe that she really was, a sluttily-dressed young woman who was not to mention a hopeless airhead. He wanted to cringe, to wince, or maybe bash his head into a wall. Where were the grandmotherly ladies who wore capes and long dresses, who were really supposed to be the fairy godmothers? No, several walls. Steel-reinforced, maybe. He really didn't want to believe it, but was convinced to the contrary when she suddenly levitated. Bloody levitated, when it took even Clow some effort to bloody levitate. And all Sara did was sit there, and chatter on mindlessly about her hair or a previous wish-receiver's hair or some other such bloody thing. Bloody women. Bloody hell. Bloody Harold. Bloody himself. If he hadn't bloody gone to the Raven, then he could have averted the whole, huge, bloody thing.

Eriol glanced at Sara again. At least she wasn't trying to give Nakuru a heart attack, waving and inspecting her nails and sitting in midair. Now, she was chewing her gum and snapping it in an extremely obnoxious way, and twisting it around a finger. That was disgusting. He tried to concentrate on his book, ancient Solarian runes, but somehow her bloody fucking snapping gum always intruded.

"Would you fucking stop that?" He asked, annoyed. It was bad enough that she had to follow him around constantly and try to see what wish she should grant him, but she also had to intrude into his study and distract him with her bloody gum. Wasn't it himself who was supposed to choose the wish? But nope, his fucking fairy godmother said that it was her choice, not his, you silly pooh. Oh my God, oh my God, he silently repeated to himself. It was not happening.

"Language, Eriol." Sara replied, snapping that damned gum even louder than before.

"To damnation with my language, and with your gum! Stop snapping it, and be quiet!" He roared. There was only so much a man could take. Sara blinked, as if not knowing how to react to his sudden outburst. Her face looked peeved. There was a long moment of silence, as she stared a hole through him, before the next sound came, a resounding snap of her bloody, bloody gum!

"Stop shouting." Then Sara went back to painting her toenails. In midair. With an array of nail polishes and other assorted nail paraphernelia also floating around her. Eriol thought that he was going to burst a blood vessel. He thought his face was probably very red.

"I am not bloody--!" Eriol snapped his teeth shut with a click when he realized that he was shouting. And there wasn't a bloody thing to be done about it. He sat there and fumed, impotent. He especially hated feeling impotent.

"And don't sulk, kitten." Eriol thought that two blood vessels were an appropriate number to burst, this time. Kitten? Where did that come from?

"Why are you calling me that?" he asked, careful to control his voice lest she snap that damned gum more loudly than she already was.

"Because," the bloody godmother replied, "it annoys you." Sara saw his face, scowling formidably over his book of Solarian runes, and nodded authoritatively.

"Yep. Your blood pressure has definitely risen ten points. Breathe, kitten." Then that damned Sara cackled, though in a definitely bubbly way. A bubbly cackle? Well, his fucking fairy godmother pulled that one off. A bubbly cackle. He resumed to chanting oh my God, oh my God, oh my God in his head. It was going to be a hard going from now on forwards.

It had been a while after Eriol had nearly escaped from Sara by foiling her off on Nakuru, but they had ended in a hotly contested catfight. Eriol and Spinel were about to make bets on their girls, before Eriol caught himself and worried there might be repercussions if Sara found out that she had been bet on like a horse. So he had no choice but to take Sara along, after she had recovered from the catfight, to meet Tomoyo at some Café called the Sign of the Dove. He had been chanting oh my god a lot in his head today. Eriol looked at her suspiciously. If she was going to bring up hair one more time….

"You know you really should go to get your nails done, Eriol." Apparently they, or rather she had moved onto nails. Oh my God, oh my God. Eriol did not think that he was in denial anymore. Life was not fair.

Eriol parked the car, a superb supercharged Jaguar, and walked to the café. He especially liked its color, a hue that was nearly black but was not, with a silver-blue tint to it that was one of the rarest colors on a car in the world, since he and only a half-dozen or less individuals posessed it. Because it was sunny for a change, since it was this close to France here near the shores, and French culture had assimilated itself here. Calais was not too far away. Tomoyo would be waiting for him.

A polite waiter showed him to a secluded little table near an enormous window that showcased the glittering water of the English Channel, Eriol couldn't help but notice that Tomoyo had many men sneaking furitive glances at her when they thought that no one noticed. He had to admit that she did invoke admiration and curiosity.

Sunlight caught her hair and made it a living thing, colored like night yet shimmering with the fire of diamonds. She wore pearl drop earrings and expensive perfume, perhaps Coco Mademoiselle, and everything that she wore, down from the Italian leather sandals to the linen shirt, to the short silk skirt fantastically embroidered, shouted of wealth and breeding. He gave her his best smile, and could practically feel all eyes on they two.

"You seem to be quite admired, Daidouji-san."  He said teasingly in Japanese. No French here. Tomoyo looked up at him, her lips glittering as she spoke, and greeted him with a saucy tongue.

"I am used to it." She said dismissively. "People will stare, but they do not see as much as they think." Eriol cocked his head as he seated himself. Sara had excused herself to use the restroom.

"Do they not, Daidouji-san? Why ever not?" Tomoyo gave him a direct look. The look seemed to say, there is no need to be preverse and speak aloud what we both have known for a time as long as time. Then she gave a little laugh. A bit bitter, perhaps, but truly good-natured and graceful. It seemed that she had accepted her life and the way that things were a long time ago.

"Come Hiiragizawa-kun, let us speak of happier things."

"Of course, Daidouji-san, if you will insist."

"I do, Hiiragizawa-kun. So tell me, how big is the coincidence that you and I met in the same club, in the same country at the same time?" She queried.

"Not so large a coincidence as you think." Eriol said politely. "I had just recently returned from Munich, Germany, and before that, Lisbon, Hugary, and was planning to stay for a while. And you know how very exclusive that club was."

Tomoyo nodded gracefully. "That is a very good point, Hiiragizawa-kun. How are Nakuru-san and Spinel-san?"

Eriol continued to speak with her, first on his guardians, then on random subjects, before Sara returned. Eriol had found that he could relax in her presence, that she made him at his ease yet on guard for her sometimes penetrating stare and more penetrating questions. It was strange how he had never realized just how very kind she was, and charming as well. It had been nearly twenty minutes since Sara had left, and Eriol questioned her on her absence.

"Where have you been Sara? By the way, this is Tomoyo Daidouji. Daidouji-san, this is Sara." Tomoyo and Sara exchanged polite, friendly greetings, though Sara was more casual as Tomoyo answered with an easy grace.

"Oh, I just met with a friend while I was returning to the table, and my apologies, for I had to speak with her. I suppose I lost track of time." Sara dismissed his question airily.

"Eriol, I think that I will forgo this luncheon, and go shopping with her instead at Harrod's. Please forgive my rudeness." Eriol nodded.

"I will pick you up from Harrod's, the main entrance, say at four o'clock?" Sara nodded quickly.

"See you later, kitten! Good day to you, Miss Daidouji." Sara inclined her head, and left.

Tomoyo turned to him with an amused, speculative glance.

"I see you met with the girl from the club after all, Hiiragizawa-kun." Eriol nearly choked on his drink.

"No! I mean, that is I mean to say that I discovered we are old friends from the university, and lost touch after a while. That was why she stared at me." Tomoyo nodded, and accepted his explanation. Not for very long, though.

"If you say so, kitten." Eriol tried his best not to scowl.

"Why the sarcasm, Daidouji-san? Don't you believe me?" Eriol gave a look of mock piety.

"No Eriol, I don't believe I do." Eriol pretended to look shocked, and widened his eyes to the size of saucers.

"Why ever not? What would make you every doubt me?" Tomoyo laughed at his charades.

"Dear Hiiragizawa-kun, I may not know the English culture as well as you, but I daresay that I think you would need some sort of relationship in order to have a girl call you kitten." Tomoyo replied laughingly.

"Really, Hiiragizawa-kun! There's no need to lie to me. You can tell me all about it." Eriol placed a hand over his heart with a terribly overdone sigh.

"It wounds my heart that you would think I would ever, ever lie." Tomoyo merely laughed at him.

 When Eriol later finished the luncheon with Tomoyo and drove off, it was nearly four o'clock and he met Sara right as she was exiting the department store, loaded with three enormous shopping bags. Really, he did not think she would go shop when she could just zap nail polishes or hair products into existence at will.

Sara was uncharacteristically silent on the way home, before Eriol turned to look at her and saw that she was staring at him. It wasn't any ordinary stare from the more mundane women, but it was an unwavering, terribly disarming stare that made him twitch and feel extremely nervous. He would have prefered anything, even her bloody chewing gum, to that frightening stare. It was making him itch. She was silent as she continued to stare at him through the rest of the carride, and he wondered why her eyes didn't water because she never blinked.

He got out politely and opened the door for her, as well as carried her shopping bags, before they got in the house. Sara was still staring at him. That stare was now officially frightening him, and finally he snapped, irritated,

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Sara only shook her head. Suddenly, she glided forward so fast and took his head in her hands when a cold chill ran through him, but by the time he reacted she released his head with a satisfied smile. Eriol felt a bit dizzy, but that was all.

"What the fuck did you do to me?" He demanded.

"Oh, I just granted you your wish. Relax kitten." Sara replied noncommitally. She was turning back to normal, getting out a new lipstick and trying it out in the large hall mirror. Eriol gaped at her like an idiot.

"And what would that wish be? Why didn't you warn me? What the fuck did you do?!" Sara gave him a disapproving look, that one that women had perfected so well.

"Language, Eriol. Apparently its going downhill again. The wish I granted to you is love." She stated.

"I know about love!" Eriol erupted. "I don't bloody need you to give it to me." Sara rolled her eyes, and resumed snapping her gum.

"True love, [snap] kitten. I granted you love, and now you are [snap] officially in love with Tomoyo. I decided it a while back when I was watching you two in the bathroom. I'm leaving kitten, and I'll be back sometime to [snap] check up on your progress on your love. It's been nice knowing you kitten, even if you do [snap] have bad language."

Sara took up her bags, as Eriol followed her out to the front porch. She snapped her gum all the way there. She paused, blinked, and then a bright red Alfa Romeo convertible was in his driveway. Eriol continued to gape at her silently. He was beginning to feel a bit stupid, but he found himself at a loss for words.

Sara got into the car and threw her bags in the back, and revved up the engine.

"Bye kitten! Its been nice [snap] knowing you!" she shouted over the engine as she pulled out.

"Later, kitten!" And her wheels squealed down the street, and she was gone. Eriol closed his mouth with a snap.

Bloody, bloody women.

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