Oh well. I suppose I can't keep this fic hanging. I don't even want to have a hiatus fic. even though I didn't reach the number of reviews that I want..-.- *cries out loud* *sniff* Anyways, I hope you'll like this and review!^-^ Thanks for everyone who reviewed!^^
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters used here. Every character belongs to Clamp. Any similarities to other fanfiction are unintentional.-.-v Even the main plot isn't mine. Too bad.
Finally Found By: Daidouji-Hiiragizawa

"PLEASE?!!" Eriol begged in front of Nakuru and got down to his knees. "I'm down on bended knee!!! Please!"
"You sound like a title of a song that I have on my CD," Syaoran said from a table across, not looking up from his magazine.
Nakuru nodded her head furiously in agreement. "Yeah! I just looove that song!" she began singing the chorus part and Eriol groaned.
"You're not even listening to me! Please! I want to be recommended to another magazine! I'll do anything!" he stared up at his guardian with those cute puppy eyes that makes every woman in the town swoon and drool for.
Nakuru sat down on one of her bean bags and thinks for a moment. "Hmm. I remember you saying that you know that famous fashion designer and wedding planner."
Eriol laughs out loud, laughing like there's no tomorrow. When he finally caught his breath he said, "Her? That clumsy and obnoxious designer? Yeah! Of course I know her! Everyone knows her because of her stupidity!"
Nakuru raises a slender eyebrow at Eriol but continued. "Daidouji isn't that her name? Tomoyo Daidouji? Her business is doing well," she said, standing up. When Eriol heard what she said, he cracked up again but composed himself quickly. "In fact, her business is one of the most successful and she is also one of the most beautiful ladies in town," she turned to him smiling. "I have an assignment to you and if you can do it I will give you your recommendation," she paused and looked at him intently. Eriol nodded, wondering what her mind is up to.
Nakuru smiled at him. An evil smile in fact. For she knew that Eriol disliked Tomoyo but she really wanted to feature her in her magazine. "I want you to," she paused for a dramatic effect, seeing Eriol slightly nervous face. "Yes? Please go on," Eriol said, his voice slightly low. "I want you to interview Ms. Daidouji," she announced. "I want you to know what has been happening to her life, what are her inspirations, her dreams and all that," she continued ignoring Eriol's horrified look and his jaw that had dropped down previously.
"WHAT?!! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" Eriol shouted with that horrified look shaking Nakuru like mad but her face remained the same.
"Spend a week or two with her," she continued thoughtfully ignoring the fact that Eriol is now on his knees again, completely horrified. "Know her schedule, what her type of guy is, practically everything. I want you to complete this within 4 months. That's enough time for you to know her well and if you can do it sooner, the better," she sat down again with her legs crossed, with an amused look on her face. "If you can do this, then I'll give you that recommendation that you want so badly okay?" she stood up and grabbed her keys and purse. "I'll be going out on a date with Touya. You know, that cute guy I've been drooling for for weeks?" she went to the door and turned to Syaoran who's still reading his magazine and Eriol who's also on his same spot with that same horrified look. "CIAO!"
After 2 whole minutes, the house remained the same except with Syaoran who's flipping the pages. Eriol looked around the house as if it's the end of the world.
"NO!!" he stood up and started pacing around like mad. "What can I do?? I have to do this. I know! I'll threaten her by saying that I'll burn her video tapes of Sakura!" he looks up with a triumphant look on his face imagining Tomoyo's horrified look on her face but looks down again. "No, that can't be it. She'll just probably brush it off. What to do, what to do." he paced around again quickly feeling the sweat coming down to his forehead from the walking that he has done. He sat down on a chair beside the oblivious Syaoran.
Eriol looked around the house, panicking on what to do. He banged his fist down the table continuously and shook Syaoran.
"What will I do?! Help me!! Tell me what will I do??!!" tears are starting to form in his eyes and he rested his head on the table sobbing.
Syaoran looked at him and sighed. "You're pathetic, you know that? Why don't you just go to her and tell her that you'll do anything for her but in return, she'll tell you about your life? That's how you got into this mess.." he looked again at his magazine and continued his browsing.
Eriol slowly lifted his head and thinks for a while. His lips started forming a smile and jumps up from his seat.
"YES!! That's what I'll do! I just hope you'll help me kami-sama!"
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Tomoyo sneezed for the fourth time that day. She grabbed her tissue box and blew her nose. She looked at her sketch and sighed. "At least I've already finished these drawings. Is there someone who's thinking of me or do I just have a cold?" She shook her head and walked out to invite Sakura to have lunch with her. They walked to her white Mercedes E240 and drove off to her favorite restaurant.
At last. I just hope you'll all forgive for such a pathetic chapter..-.- I can't think of anything to write down. *sigh* At least I hope everyone will like it though. Drop me a review! Just click that little purple button down there please! Flame or not! Please. Well, enough of my babbling. Until the next chappie!Ü Ciao!^^ Thanks by the way to those who reviewed!^.~