Suppi: What's going to happen please tell me

Fruity: Shut-up, I can't concentrate, and I am planning to type three chapters today

Suppi: Isn't that a lot

Fruity: You think?

Suppi: Okay, Okay, keep your secrets. I'll figure what's going to happen

Fruity: Sure.. Sure..

Chapter Twelve

Never knew that I could feel like this

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Pudding!" Greedily Kero leapt on the large dessert, and devoured it selfishly. Tomoyo giggled at the sight of him. For the past few days she had no choice but to feed the so called, "stuffed animal." since Sakura had a lot of issues to work out. She knew that Sakura was beginning to forgive Shoaran, yet the scars of the past still remained in her heart, much like that scar on the right side of her face. Tomoyo sighed deeply. Lies were all around her, Shoaran lie about his fake marriage to save Sakura's life, and Sakura's lie as her fake identity, in order to cover up the scar on the side of her face.

Tomoyo jumped when a knock came to her door, "Eriol!" she rushed to greet him. In tangling her hands with his, she looked at him dreamily, as he returned her the same gaze.

"Tomoyo. Do you want to go out tonight?"

"Yes," Tomoyo replied without hesitation. Eriol smiled and kissed her on the cheek, he didn't want to take away her first kiss, at least not yet, and it had to be special.

"See you tonight at 7:00," it ached to leave her, he always felt so lightheaded around her.

Could this be love he asked himself.

Tomoyo watched him as he walked down the hallway. She closed the door and leaned on it, for several minutes. Inside she was screaming her heart out. Kero looked at her evilly

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, wait till I tell Sakura this." Tomoyo blushed

"Tell her what?" she smirked

"That her best friend is finally in love." Tomoyo began to turn crimson from head to toe.

Shoaran, stared at the back of Cherry's head, his heart mixed up with emotions that he never knew he could ever feel again. After class he gave her one of his rare smiles.

"Hey Cherry!" his cheeks slightly red. The professor saw this.

"Mr. Li is that blush I see?" she couldn't resist asking. Cherry looked at him curiously.

"No Professor, it's just hot in here."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh." The professor went back to her business, but she continued to spy on the young students in the corner of her eyes. Yes she knew what this was. It was love.

Too bad Mr. Li is married she thought in sorrow, she so wanted to play matchmaker.

"Hello Shoaran." Sakura still felt upset whenever she saw him, but she learned to calm down her scars that were left from the past.

"Are you going to the library next," Shoaran asked. Sakura had seen this shy side of Shoaran before; it was the same way he acted whenever he was around her, eight years ago. Sakura could already feel the angry feelings seep from her heart.

"Sure, Shoaran." She replied, removing some of her radiant red locks from her forehead. She walked right along side him, completely unaware of the emotions that were soon to follow.

Meanwhile in the shadows, the grey eyes of the professor watched them intensely. They were filled with both happiness and sadness. The professor sighed deeply. Cherry wasn't who she really seemed. For several weeks, she had been watching her closely, especially her era. Never in her life, had she'd seen an era like that, except from one girl whom she met several years back.

***FLASHBACK***

A little girl with short auburn hair and sparkling green eyes was joyfully twirling with the accompany of a beautiful women, with long, wavy deep purple hair. The young student teacher in training that was only eighteen years of age eagerly approached the two.

The beautiful women, was the first to greet her, while her daughter watched wide-eyed with curiously.

"Why hello, Akara," the women's voice was gentle.

"Hello Nadeshiko long time no see." The two girls embraced, like two old friends. The young professor glanced down to met face to face with the little girl, who had remarkable eyes.

"This must be Sakura, I am I right?" she asked.

Nadeshiko looked down at her daughter admiringly, "Yes. Sakura say hello to Aunt Akara."

Akara bent down to see her old friend's beautiful daughter. The girl, called Sakura, had a lot of energy, Akara, could see it in her eyes. But right now she was shy. Little Sakura hugged her mommy's legs, as protection.

Akara, gave the little girl a friendly smile, "Don't worry I am a friend of your mothers."

Sakura slowly approached her, with a lovely cherry flower in her hand. With her tiny hands she wrapped the flower in Akara's hair.

"You look like an angel. Are you my angel?" Sakura asked with her tiny, gentle voice.

Akara smiled, her eyes filled with love, "Yes, I will be your angel, and I promise I'll protect you" And with that she hugged Sakura.

***END OF FLASHBACK***

The professor smiled at the memory of the two-year-old girl, who had captured her heart, so many years ago. She particularly remembered how her era shone bright pink, exactly like Cherry's

Could she be Sakura in disguise? The professor asked herself.

Humming, Tomoyo stood in front of her mirror, debating what she should wear. She knew that this was a date, but something special in Eriol's eyes told her that tonight was something going to be spectacular. Behind her, a tonne of clothes stacked on her bed, with Kero buried beneath the pile.

"Mmmmm*8**," Kero yelled as he tried to dig himself out. But it was pointless, to ask Tomoyo for help, the lovesick girl was clearly trapped in her own mind.

"No this won't do,"

"Drat!!" Tomoyo threw her arms up in the air filled with frustration, "Ahhhhhhh what am I going to do."

Suddenly Sakura entered, and Tomoyo shot her a look like Sakura was a saint or something.

"Oh Sakura, I need help," Sakura backed away in surprise.

"S..sure, I'll help you." Tomoyo clasped her hands together giddily

"Oh thank you so much Sakura, I really need help with picking out clothes for my date with Eriol."

Sakura smacked herself in the head, "Wow, Tomoyo Daidouji asking me for help with fashion, I never thought I'd see the day."

However Sakura could see that her friend was in need, sighing she went to her closet, and pulled out a sparkling, violet elegant spaghetti strapped dress. Tomoyo gazed at it in awe.

"Will this do Tomoyo?" Tomoyo however didn't answer; rather she continued to stare at the dress, admiring every single about it, the material, the fine stitching, everything.

"Where did you get this Sakura?" Her eye's looked up to her best friend.

"It first belonged to this girl named," Sakura blinked hard, as she tried to recall the memory, "What was her name.. A..Ak..Akara, that was her name. She was a great friend of my mom. And when she saw that my mom absolutely adored this dress, she gave it to her."

"So, it's your mom's" Tomoyo gasped, "Sakura ..I can't take this."

Urgently she handed the dress to Sakura, who just shook her head.

"No.. Tomoyo, keep it, besides I have a feeling that it'll look better on you then me. Afterall you do resemble my mom, a lot in physical features, and if it looked good on her, it'll look great on you."

Tomoyo gazed once more at the glimmering dress; it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Kami-sami Sakura, it's your mother's,"

Sakura grinned assuredly, "Keep it Tomoyo. Jeez, I don't know what the fuse is about."

Tomoyo huffed, "Fine, I'll keep it, but when you get married you have to let me design and pay for your wedding dress."

Sakura collapsed at her remarked, "T..Tomoyo!"

Tomoyo raised her chin in pride, "What? It's the only thing that I can do to repay you for your kindness."

"Oh Tomoyo." The two childhood friends embraced each other.

"Oh look at the time I better start getting ready." Tomoyo hurriedly rushed about, while Sakura looked around for Kero

"TOMOYO!"

Guilty Tomoyo popped her head out of the bathroom

"What is this?" Sakura pointed to both clothed covered beds.

"Oh.. That.. Sakura could you clean it up for me?"

Eriol paced back and forth impatiently in front of the University. His hair gelled, wearing cologne, and wearing the tuxedo, that Nakuru recommended for his special night. (Oh wouldn't you just die if a guy did that for you, cuz I would)

Butterflies, was everywhere in his stomach, and even though he normally kept his cool, he couldn't help but worry, about something going wrong. He wanted tonight to be perfect.

The clip clapping of footsteps distracted his thoughts; he gazed up to see Tomoyo. As soon as he set his eyes on her, his mouth dropped down to the floor.

Kami-sami she's like a saint.

Eriol was true to his word; Tomoyo was indeed very gorgeous. Her hair was fixed neatly up, showing off her purple curls, her violet eye's were shinning like stars, while around her neck was a diamond pendent (she's rich remember, so she can afford these things). Eriol couldn't even begin to describe how she looked in that dress, she was beautiful, she looked like an angel, no a goddess, no word could describe her appearance.

"Hello Eriol," All Eriol could do in reply was gulp.

"Tomoyo you're beautiful," touching her cheek, Tomoyo began to turn bright crimson.

"Thank-you Eriol."

Eriol bowed before her and assisted her into the limo that would bring them to an expensive, elegant restaurant.

"Eriol, I can't, it's too expensive," Tomoyo was still fusing, halfway through dinner, about how expensive things. Eriol didn't mind though, rather he felt the emotion that he had for her getting stronger, as the night pressed on.

The sweet couple was seated, at the furriest corner, where the table was lighted by candlelights, and the light of the stars, that shone threw the paned windows. The music from the piano and singer carried through the air, right to their table, creating a romantic atmosphere. Both Eriol and Tomoyo intertwined their fingers together; giving each looks filled with more love in the entire world. Time didn't seem to have value, and Tomoyo and Eriol didn't really seemed to mind. They spent the night waltzing and dancing on the glimmering dance floor. It was just them and nobody else. They were so distracted by each other's company, that Tomoyo didn't even notice that she and Eriol were beginning to float, and that the dancing floor was beginning to get misty.

On the dance floor

Eriol was gathering his courage to tell Tomoyo how he felt,

"Tomoyo.." her alluring eyes met with his

"Yes.. Eriol," Both their faces were so close together

"I..I.."

Tomoyo continued to look at him, while slow dancing at the same time.

" I love you Tomoyo Daidouji,"

Eriol saw her eyes widen, and her lips create a smile.

"I love you too Eriol Hiiragizawa,"

She had said the words that he had wanted to hear ever since he first set his eyes on her during the sixth grade in elementary. Gently he leaned towards her and kissed her, taking away her first kiss. Tomoyo kissed him back.

They were both floating a meter above the misty floor, yet they continued to kiss and dance. Afterall it was just them, and the music.

Meanwhile, watching from afar the professor saw them.

"Well Eriol, you learned how to love afterall," she said. Her eye's widened at what Tomoyo was wearing.

"The dress I gave Nadeshiko," yet her anxiety soon calmed down.

Well . Well Tomoyo is friends with my dear friend's daughter. Congratulation Sakura, I couldn't have picked a better person to give that dress too.

She smiled, at the site of the two dancing, and continued to watch them from her secret corner for the next few hours to came, and continue to admire, their love for one another, as Tomoyo and Eriol leaned their foreheads together, looking deeply into eachother souls. Totally absorbed in their world, and floating as the ground continued to get misty.

Suppi: Sniff* Bawling* That is so adorable, Tomoyo and Eriol a couple.

Fruity: I know, (crying) Wahhhhhhhhhh why can't I have a love life like that.

Suppi: Well if you did you wouldn't be writing about it

Fruity: Sniff* you have a point there

Suppi: One couple down, one more to go

Fruity: Hey, Hey, stop telling the fans what's going to happen

Suppi: Opps.

Fruity: (Sarcastically) thanks a lot