AN: Sorry for the long awaited update. A lot of things have been happening
lately, Valentine's Day, Semi-formal, SNOW! It's just been crazy. Thank you
so much for sticking with me though! I totally understand if you're getting
a bit bored with the story...
Disclaimer: Do I HAVE 2 do this EVERYTIME?!
Chapter 13: Good Ol' Memory Lane
"Ooh! I want to set up the tents with my cute little descendents!" Eriol said excitedly while jumping up and down like a little kid. Akira and Syaoran scowled while Kara giggled with her cute voice. Tomoyo and Sakura tried their best to suppress their laughter, but it never was an easy task. "That way, we can BOND!"
"Auntie Tomoyo. Are you SURE he's Clow Reed?" Akira asked, hoping for a negative answer. Sadly, she nodded and once again, he stomped his feet on the ground, muttering things that his grandmother would pound him for saying. "Oy, he gives me a headache," he said as he gave Eriol another glance. Everyone, except for Syaoran, laughed at how the little boy sounded exactly like his father.
"Sorry, sweetie, but Tomoyo and I are preparing the food so you have to do SOMETHING. And plus, Eriol-san is right. You can. bond," Sakura said with a smile that was way too innocent for her words. Syaoran stared at his wife in shock and could only wonder what Tomoyo had said to corrupt her during the car ride. "Now, play nice you two. Or else you're not getting dinner."
Just when Syaoran was going to say something, Eriol threw an arm around his shoulder. "This is going to be so much fun!" he said in a perky voice that Syaoran knew could only mean trouble. "Here we go!" Syaoran sighed at Eriol's enthusiasm. He KNEW this couldn't be good.
Three hours and two "sudden rain clouds that only stayed on Syaoran" later, the tents were finally set up. Syaoran cursed at how he "accidentally" got entangled in the string numerous times, and Eriol, trying to 'help,' only made it worse. It was sun set and they all stopped to admire the view. The two female cooks had the fire set with the help of Firey, and was already handing out barbecue sticks and the meat that they'd packed in one of the coolers.
"This reminds me of our senior year camping trip," Tomoyo said, breaking the silence. Delicately, she put the cooked meat onto the paper plate and cut it up into little pieces for her daughter. She giggled at the girl's laziness when she opened her mouth, waiting for her mother to feed her. "You little baby," Tomoyo whispered before blowing gently on the piece on her fork and fed her hungry little girl.
Eriol smiled at the tender scene before him. He always knew she'd make the perfect mother. When they dated in high school, she would often prepare delicious lunch boxes for him. So often that Nakuru would complain Tomoyo getting to do all the cooking. Each meal would come with a romantic poem that she'd written and put on the inside of the box cover. She would sometimes deliver the food to his mouth too, piece by piece, much like she's doing now to her daughter.
"Don't even remind me of that trip from he-... I mean, you know where..." Syaoran muttered. He quickly remembered that there were kids here and that he should watch his language.
"Yes, Chiharu-chan pushed poor Yamazaki-kun into the lake while he was telling a story about- about..." Sakura said as she searched her memory for the topic.
"About wolves," Tomoyo added, temporarily tearing her attention away from her little pearl.
"Yes, that was it. Wolves. He said something like, 'Wolves' teeth are actually made of gold and are so valuable that they-' and then at that part Chiharu dunked him. You know, I had actually thought that he was telling the truth..." Sakura said with enthusiasm. The three other adults stared at her, almost in awe, but then remembered that this IS Sakura-chan they're talking about.
"Now, since Yamazaki-kun isn't here to defend himself. I think we should all consider the possibility that it may be true. After all, we don't exactly know what his sources were," Eriol said jokingly, defending his partner-in-crime. He glanced around the circle around the warm fire. It felt good to be around people he cared about again. Of course, he always had Spinel and Ruby Moon, but it was... different. He realized how much he missed that glare from Syaoran, that laugh from Sakura, and that gentle glint in Tomoyo's eyes. The kids were busy enjoying the dinner that their mothers had so whole-heartedly prepared for them.
About an hour later, the fire was out and Syaoran and Sakura retired to the gender-separated tents. Tomoyo and Eriol had volunteered to keep an eye on the kids while they told ghost stories and chased imaginary shadows. They sat peacefully on the logs in front of the smoking remnants of the fire. "Look, Tomoyo-chan, the stars are coming out," Eriol said as he rest his head back to look up at the indigo sky.
Snapping out of her reverie, she too, looked up. One by one, the stars twinkled brilliantly. She sighed and accidentally slipped out, "we went star-gazing on our first date." She'd regretted it the minute she heard herself say those words. 'Oh, what the heck? It's not like you haven't messed up this relationship before,' she thought to herself. For some reason the scent of burnt wood and the silent chirping of the forest relaxed her.
"Yea, it was kind of like a hobby of ours, wasn' it?" he said, trying to follow the conversation. "Hey, look, it's..."
"Polaris..." she finished the sentence for him. They both stared silently at the star above, shining brighter than the others as if it was the queen of stars. Floods of memories washed over them and they felt the impact of the strong feelings they still held for one another. Silently, Tomoyo closed her eyes and dipped her head again. 'Please, Polaris, guide me. I am lost... what should I do?' she prayed from her heart.
'Please, bless us. You're our guardian star, aren't you?' Eriol stared hopefully at the glistening jewel. 'Guide us...'
Disclaimer: Do I HAVE 2 do this EVERYTIME?!
Chapter 13: Good Ol' Memory Lane
"Ooh! I want to set up the tents with my cute little descendents!" Eriol said excitedly while jumping up and down like a little kid. Akira and Syaoran scowled while Kara giggled with her cute voice. Tomoyo and Sakura tried their best to suppress their laughter, but it never was an easy task. "That way, we can BOND!"
"Auntie Tomoyo. Are you SURE he's Clow Reed?" Akira asked, hoping for a negative answer. Sadly, she nodded and once again, he stomped his feet on the ground, muttering things that his grandmother would pound him for saying. "Oy, he gives me a headache," he said as he gave Eriol another glance. Everyone, except for Syaoran, laughed at how the little boy sounded exactly like his father.
"Sorry, sweetie, but Tomoyo and I are preparing the food so you have to do SOMETHING. And plus, Eriol-san is right. You can. bond," Sakura said with a smile that was way too innocent for her words. Syaoran stared at his wife in shock and could only wonder what Tomoyo had said to corrupt her during the car ride. "Now, play nice you two. Or else you're not getting dinner."
Just when Syaoran was going to say something, Eriol threw an arm around his shoulder. "This is going to be so much fun!" he said in a perky voice that Syaoran knew could only mean trouble. "Here we go!" Syaoran sighed at Eriol's enthusiasm. He KNEW this couldn't be good.
Three hours and two "sudden rain clouds that only stayed on Syaoran" later, the tents were finally set up. Syaoran cursed at how he "accidentally" got entangled in the string numerous times, and Eriol, trying to 'help,' only made it worse. It was sun set and they all stopped to admire the view. The two female cooks had the fire set with the help of Firey, and was already handing out barbecue sticks and the meat that they'd packed in one of the coolers.
"This reminds me of our senior year camping trip," Tomoyo said, breaking the silence. Delicately, she put the cooked meat onto the paper plate and cut it up into little pieces for her daughter. She giggled at the girl's laziness when she opened her mouth, waiting for her mother to feed her. "You little baby," Tomoyo whispered before blowing gently on the piece on her fork and fed her hungry little girl.
Eriol smiled at the tender scene before him. He always knew she'd make the perfect mother. When they dated in high school, she would often prepare delicious lunch boxes for him. So often that Nakuru would complain Tomoyo getting to do all the cooking. Each meal would come with a romantic poem that she'd written and put on the inside of the box cover. She would sometimes deliver the food to his mouth too, piece by piece, much like she's doing now to her daughter.
"Don't even remind me of that trip from he-... I mean, you know where..." Syaoran muttered. He quickly remembered that there were kids here and that he should watch his language.
"Yes, Chiharu-chan pushed poor Yamazaki-kun into the lake while he was telling a story about- about..." Sakura said as she searched her memory for the topic.
"About wolves," Tomoyo added, temporarily tearing her attention away from her little pearl.
"Yes, that was it. Wolves. He said something like, 'Wolves' teeth are actually made of gold and are so valuable that they-' and then at that part Chiharu dunked him. You know, I had actually thought that he was telling the truth..." Sakura said with enthusiasm. The three other adults stared at her, almost in awe, but then remembered that this IS Sakura-chan they're talking about.
"Now, since Yamazaki-kun isn't here to defend himself. I think we should all consider the possibility that it may be true. After all, we don't exactly know what his sources were," Eriol said jokingly, defending his partner-in-crime. He glanced around the circle around the warm fire. It felt good to be around people he cared about again. Of course, he always had Spinel and Ruby Moon, but it was... different. He realized how much he missed that glare from Syaoran, that laugh from Sakura, and that gentle glint in Tomoyo's eyes. The kids were busy enjoying the dinner that their mothers had so whole-heartedly prepared for them.
About an hour later, the fire was out and Syaoran and Sakura retired to the gender-separated tents. Tomoyo and Eriol had volunteered to keep an eye on the kids while they told ghost stories and chased imaginary shadows. They sat peacefully on the logs in front of the smoking remnants of the fire. "Look, Tomoyo-chan, the stars are coming out," Eriol said as he rest his head back to look up at the indigo sky.
Snapping out of her reverie, she too, looked up. One by one, the stars twinkled brilliantly. She sighed and accidentally slipped out, "we went star-gazing on our first date." She'd regretted it the minute she heard herself say those words. 'Oh, what the heck? It's not like you haven't messed up this relationship before,' she thought to herself. For some reason the scent of burnt wood and the silent chirping of the forest relaxed her.
"Yea, it was kind of like a hobby of ours, wasn' it?" he said, trying to follow the conversation. "Hey, look, it's..."
"Polaris..." she finished the sentence for him. They both stared silently at the star above, shining brighter than the others as if it was the queen of stars. Floods of memories washed over them and they felt the impact of the strong feelings they still held for one another. Silently, Tomoyo closed her eyes and dipped her head again. 'Please, Polaris, guide me. I am lost... what should I do?' she prayed from her heart.
'Please, bless us. You're our guardian star, aren't you?' Eriol stared hopefully at the glistening jewel. 'Guide us...'