Author's Notes: Hello everyone! This is my new E+T fanfiction, "Love" I hope everyone enjoy!

Disclaimers:

Unfortunately, I do not own anything dealing with Card captor Sakura.

Love

Chapter 1

Love. What is love? This is the question that Emperor Yakashima Tomoe asked before he met his wife of four years, Naoko Yanigazawa. "I would often escape from the palace" he said, "And go to the little café where she used to wait on me, never treating me like how the other girls did. She was just a plain nice girl who wore glasses on her face, and that.s what led me to her. I had informed my father and mother that I had found the one, but when they saw her, they denied marriage, because she was un-princess like and a waitress. She was devastated, and wanted to call it off, but I didn.t let her. So, we ran away to a chapel, got married, and stayed at a hotel. By that time, my parents had already learned of their marriage, and Naoko was scared. But the next day, Naoko and I walked into the palace to see my parents." He laughed, remembering the moment. "They sat on their thrones, in the front of the room, with strict looks on their faces. I could feel Naoko squeeze my hand tighter as the intensity went on. Then my parents did one thing we never expected. They smiled, and ran, to us and gave us hugs."

Tomoyo Daidouji, a writer for the Tokyo Street Journal, jumped as soon as she heard a voice interrupt her thoughts. "Tomoyo?"

Tomoyo looked up to see her best friend and secretary, Sakura Kinomoto, standing next to her desk, with two cups of hot cocoa in her hands. "Sakura! You gave me a start!"

"I.m sorry.."

"It.s ok.." Tomoyo smiled as she accepted one of the cups from Sakura and took a sip.

"Working on your column?"

"Mhm.."

"How.s it going?"

"Pretty good... When.s yours. and Syaoran.s wedding?"

"Tomoyo! I.ve told you three times this week! It.s on Sunday!"

"I.m sorry, I.ve just been really busy lately. I promise I.ll be there."

"You better! You.re the maid of honor! Anyway, you may get lucky.."

"I.m not ready for that kind of commitment Sakura.." Tomoyo laughed as Sakura blushed. "Kawaii!!!!"

"I didn.t mean me Tomoyo! I meant you might find a Guy!"

"Yeah, really? Like who?"

"Like... Um. Oh! Clow.s single!"

"Clow? Who.s Clow?"

"Clow, Syaoran.s best man."

"I don.t know Sakura.."

"Well, we.ll see."

"Ack! I.ve got to go! I have lunch with papa, and his office is across town!" (AN: Ok, There.s two offices for the newspaper she works for, and her father works in the north building while Tomoyo works in the south building.) Tomoyo exclaimed, getting her things together.

"Bye Tomoyo!" Sakura laughed as she saw Tomoyo leave. "Wait! Does this mean I.m off?"

~*~*~

"Mr. Hirigazawa, could you please tell me why you have called this meeting and please get it over with as soon as possible?" Said Genichiro Daidouji, the owner of the Tokyo Street Journal and father of Tomoyo Daidouji. "I am having lunch with my daughter."

"Well, Mr. Daidouji, sales have gone up great lately, and the whole staff was thinking of raising up the price from $ .50 to $1.00."

"So, what you are saying is that you want to double the price of the newspaper in hopes that we can raise out profit?"

"Well, the whole staff."

"Well, no." Genichiro stood up from his leather seat. "The Daidouji.s have always sold the news papers for $ .50 since 1926, and I.m not planning to change that." His strict voice echoed down the meeting hall. "Meeting dismissed."

"Thank you for your time Mr. Daidouji.." Eriol packed up his things and walked to the door. "I'll be leaving now."

~*~*~

Tomoyo finally reached the north building, only thing she had to do was cross the street. While she was waiting for the cross walk signal to come on, her purple nokia wireless phone began ringing. "Hello?"

"Tomoyo-chan?"

"Hello Sakura!"

"Tomoyo, I forgot to tell you, my father is paying for all of us to take a swing dancing class to dance to at the wedding. Please say you.ll come? And you.ll meet Clow there!"

The signal turned on and Tomoyo began walking. "When is it?"

"Tonight at 8:00."

"Ok, I.ll be there. Where is it?"

"Ramone.s house of dancing."

"Ok, I.ll.." Suddenly, Tomoyo.s suitcase opened up and papers flew out. "Man! I.ll call you back Sakura."

Tomoyo bent down and began picking up her papers, not noticing the red yield light. Suddenly, a large truck began honking as he noticed she was in the road. Tomoyo looked up and was frozen in shock. When she was about to get hit by the truck, she was suddenly moved out of the way. The truck went past and all the cars stopped. Tomoyo's amethyst eyes looked up into a pair of sapphire eyes.

"Hi.." He said, still on top of her.

"Hi.." She replied lightly.

"Are you ok? Feeling any pain?"

"No, other than the fact that I can.t breath because you.re on top of me..."

Eriol smiled. "Ok, good." "Damn she.s beautiful.."

"Why are you still on top of me?" "He.s so cute!"

"Oh, right, sorry." Eriol moved off of her and helped him up. "Let me help you across."

"Thank you.. and... Thank you for saving my life."

"You.re welcome... Are you sure you.re okay?"

"Yes, I.m fine." Tomoyo smiled at him. "Well, I better get going.."

"Do you work for the Tokyo Street Journal?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, then I guess I.ll see you sometime..."

"Ok, I owe you one." Tomoyo turned around and began heading towards the building. "Hey!"

Eriol turned around. "What?"

"What.s your name?"

"Eriol."

"Okay, see you around Eriol."

"Wait, what about your name?"

"Tomoyo." Tomoyo smiled and ran into the building.

~*~*~

"Papa?" Tomoyo asked as she walked into the meeting hall. Genichiro turned around to see his daughter in the hallway. She was wearing a black skirt and shirt, with a beige over jacket that had a rope that tied around her to close it. She wore black stalkings and black leather boots that went half way up her leg.

"Tomoyo.. You look lovely.." He smiled as he hugged her and kissed her cheek.

"Thank you. Is there something wrong Papa? You sound troubled.."

He sighed. "One of my presidents wants to raise the price of our newspaper... I assume he.s wrong, because he.s very young, but I.m thinking it may be a good idea."

"Papa, don.t, we.re fine now, we don.t have to do anything."

"You.re right.." Genichiro sat down in a seat at the table.

"What.s his name?" Tomoyo asked as she sat in the seat opposite side from him.

"Hirigazawa. Eriol Hirigazawa." Tomoyo froze immediately. "Tomoyo dear, what.s wrong?"

"N-nothing.. Nothing at all Papa.." Tomoyo replied.

"Okay, so, what do you want to order?"

(AN: They're eating in the meeting hall.)

~*~*~

There was a knock at Genichiro Daidouji.s office. Genichiro looked up at the door. "Come in."

Eriol walked inside and closed the door behind him. "Sir, I just came to ask you reconsider."

"I have my final answer, no. Even my daughter agrees with me, and she rarely agrees with me."

Eriol nodded. He looked down at the desk and paused as he saw a picture of the purple eyed, purple haired girl that he had saved earlier. "Who's this?"

"Oh.... That's my daughter, Tomoyo."

Eriol gaped. She hadn't told him this. "She's very beautiful."

"I know."

"Well, thank you for your time."

~*~*~

As soon as Tomoyo walked into the dancing place. As soon as Sakura saw her, she ran up to Tomoyo. "Tomoyo! You never called me back! What happened?"

Tomoyo smiled. "I dropped my papers in the street and I almost got hit by a truck. But some guy saved me.."

"Oh. Some guy huh?" Sakura asked slyly. "Any sparks?"

Tomoyo blushed. "I don't know."

"Hmm.. Is there?"

"Sakura, please!"

"Come on Tomoyo! You haven.t dated anyone in six years!"

Tomoyo rolled her eyes. "So, where's Syaoran?"

"Oh, that's right, he's with Clow.." Sakura grabbed Tomoyo.s wrist and led her towards Syaoran and Clow. "Clow, this is my best friend, Tomoyo. Tomoyo, this is Syaoran.s best man, Clow."

Tomoyo looked up to meet a pain of sapphire eyes..

AN: How was that? Please review and I'll continue!!!!