***hentaish…comedic hentaish…kyte-chan, this is dedicated to you.***
It had been a weary day for Hiiragizawa Eriol Sr., and as he trudged home, he wasn't surprised anymore that the house was dark. Nadeshiko and his junior might still be in the park, playing. Yukito and Nakuru might have chaperoned them again.
Meaning, it was the re-heatable canned mushroom soup for his poor, famished soul again.
He opened the front door and threw his books carelessly on the floor as he fumbled to find the lights of the living room. His fingers groped blindly on the wall as he miserably thought of the dinner he would have for tonight.
Then he thought about his dear wife, his Tomoyo-san. He smiled wistfully.
"Damn, I miss you," he whispered, sighing audibly. She was the expert cook, the only one who can satisfy his picky culinary taste that even he himself couldn't gratify.
And eating with her was the ultimate relaxation. Her warm smiles that welcomes him home, makes him forget about the busy fusses in the university…
He suddenly wished that he could use the Time card to pull the days faster so his wife could finally return home from her annual overseas trip to check on the operations of the toy company she had inherited from her mother.
"I'll live," he told himself. After all, he used to breathe and exist without her, right?
Yeah right, he did breathe and exist, but he didn't live. His life only began when he met the nakoudo, the same one he formerly found an annoying love pest.
He had to smile when he remembered the whirlwind romance between them. How could have it been possible for him to know that she was his destiny even at such a short time? All his life, he thought he loved Mizuki Kaho, but in a flash, he suddenly found himself under the trance of the matchmaker.
Ah, but it doesn't matter. He was happy—no, that was an understatement. He smiled. The dictionary had not compiled enough words for him to describe the heaven he feels whenever she's with him.
He loved her…he loved her with all his heart.
And everyday, he loves her even more and more.
For filling up his heart.
And for giving him another priceless treasure: Eriol Hiiragizawa Jr.
It was a miracle—he could not think of other words to describe what he feels.
His heart ached to see her again.
"Oh damn it!" He still couldn't find the lights. "Where did the switch go?" He silently wished that his son didn't play with the Maze card or something. His son had always been...too….well, curious, dangerously bordering on nosy.
Unfortunately, Nadeshiko had even more control on the boy than him. He was helpless against his spunky son, and it always had to be either Nadeshiko or Tomoyo or even Li Syaoran who would scold the junior.
Suddenly, the lights turned on. He was shocked by the sudden lights filling the room, and he released another series of curses.
"I have always known you were a vampire, Eriol," said a familiar voice, giggling.
His heart stopped beating. He had been hearing that laughter since he was eleven, and he couldn't be wrong. His heart simply couldn't.
He slowly opened his eyes, and there she was, his beloved Hiiragizawa Tomoyo, smiling at him warmly.
"Hey, Eriol-kun, that's not how you greet your long-lost wife, like, hello?" She stepped towards him and snapped her fingers to his face. "Oh no, don't tell me…you're going to faint?!"
He at last snapped out of it. He suddenly grabbed her towards him, crushed her soft body with his, and kissed her on the mouth hungrily.
She let out a gasp, then let out a small laugh. She accepted his kiss willingly, letting him drown himself into her.
Minutes later, he lifted his head a bit, grinning. "Hey there, I believe I wasn't informed of your arrival."
She laughed. "Hey yourself, Mr. Hiiragizawa. Is the idea of 'surprise' too advanced a concept for your mind, or has it been polluted with your libido?"
He chuckled. "That was too mild a statement, sweetheart." He bent down and planted feathery kisses on her face. "I missed you so much…"
"E-Eriol…" she said awkwardly. "I…y-you know…I did prepare some food…"
"Yummy," he murmured, kissing her eyelids.
"I-I mean…in the kitchen…"
"We can't make it in there," he replied gruffly, his lips finding its way back to her lips again.
"W-Why don't we…at least…um…try?" Her heart raced when he claimed her lips again.
"Uh-huh…" His breath was starting to get laborious. He gently shoved her against the door to get a better hold on her. His lips didn't move away.
"E-Eriol…" she protested weakly.
He felt that she was starting to yield. He flashed her his famous seductive smile, the same one he gave her just before they succeeded in making Eriol Hiiragizawa Jr. He probed deeper into her mouth as his hands started to massage her tiny back. He heard her gasp. He knew all the ticklish corners in her body almost as well as he knew the lines on his palms. Abruptly, he let go. "Alright, let's eat," he said cheerfully.
Her face, burning, suddenly pulled the collars of his shirt. "I hate you!" She kissed him hard again, and Eriol's hands, slammed on the wall, finally found the switch. He flicked it off just as he eased her down the carpet…
"Why are we going to sleep in your house today, Yukito?" asked JR, frowning. "I mean, I want to welcome Dad with Mom, you know."
Nakuru and the snow bunny exchanged knowing glances, then burst out laughing.
The boy rolled his eyes, then turned to Nadeshiko, who was frowning outside the window, looking pensive. He walked towards her and sat down by the windowpane, but she didn't react still.
"Nadeshiko?" he asked.
"What?" she asked dully.
"Is there something on your mind?"
"Yup. Brain muscles and water and nerves."
He rolled his eyes. "I did ask you a question."
"And I did answer you," she replied.
"Hmp! I was just trying to be a good cousin and here you are, making fun of me!" He stuck a tongue out at her.
She smiled apologetically. "Gomen nasai…it's just that…" She looked up at him curiously. "Do you know how your parents met?"
JR shrugged. "More or less, yep."
She sighed. "How come I don't?"
"Maybe Uncle Li and Aunt Sakura just didn't get around to telling you their story," he said reassuringly. He hated seeing Nadeshiko sad.
"No, they won't tell me," she said softly. "And I asked Aunt Tomoyo. She didn't tell me either."
"Oh." JR fell silent for awhile.
"I asked Yukito and Nakuru, and they said I should ask Okaasan." She sighed again. "I know it's no big deal, but I am kind of jealous because your parents' love story is already a well-known story, while my parents' story, I myself do not know." A tear streaked down her cheek, enough to break JR's young heart who was used to seeing the girl as a strong and genki person.
He jumped down from the windowpane and touched her hand. "Hey, don't worry. I'll help you."
"Hontou?" she said, almost inaudibly.
He grinned and gave her a thumbs-up. "Trust me, Nadeshiko. I CAN and I WILL help you."
"B-But how?" she asked, confused. "No one would say anything!"
He grinned. "The Return Card."
She blinked. "Huh?"
"We'll get the card and go back in time. How's that?" he asked, smiling kindly at her.
She sniffled. "But only Yue knows where the cards are. Yukito doesn't know where Yue keeps them."
"Then we'll make Yue appear!" smiled JR confidently.
"H-How would you do that?" she asked. "Yue doesn't want to appear anymore because the Nakoudo card is affecting him."
"Leave that all to me." He eyed Nakuru discreetly. All he really needed is a decoy…
"Arigatou…"
The soft voice made him turn his head back to his cousin. He bit his lip.
Nadeshiko's wide amber eyes were spring with fresh tears as she smiled at him gratefully. "You're the only one who can control those cards…I'm supposed to be the daughter of two people with Clow powers and I can't even manipulate the simple Flower or Glow card…"
"D-Don't cry," he was starting to panic when he saw those tears drop down. Absent-mindedly, he dried her cheeks with his thumb worriedly. "I said I'll help…"
"I know. I'm crying because I'm happy," she explained, beaming at him.
He smiled back and took her hand with his. They both looked out at the night, busy with their own thoughts.
"This is worse than jetlag," Tomoyo whispered to Eriol's ears. They were both in bed, panting, but wearing goofy grins. "But it's wonderful."
He chuckled and kissed her hair. "Ah, it's about time for Eriol Jr. to have a younger sibling anyway. Calendars drive me mad." He had agreed to the calendar method that their family physician suggested so Tomoyo's career in maintaining the family business wouldn't be affected.
She burst out laughing. "Don't worry. You can start burning the calendars."
"W-What do you mean?" he asked, eyes widening.
"I've turned over the business to the other stockholders," she announced, kissing his chin lightly. "Mother approved whole-heartily. She said it was my family's turn to have me."
"Y-You don't have to…" he said shyly. "I-If you still want to run the business…"
"I've made up my mind," she said in her gentle firmness. "I want to be a mother. I want to be a wife. I want to be perfect in both roles, so I'm going to stay home."
He laughed, hugging her tight. "Thanks, sweetheart." He smiled wickedly when she gasped.
"S-So soon?" she whispered, eyes wide.
"I told you, I'm hungry," he said, eyes twinkling. "If we don't get Eriol-chan a brother by tomorrow sunrise, I'll be damned."
"No," she corrected, smiling back. "We'll try and try until we succeed."
"The more, the merrier," he nodded.
"After all, practice makes perfect…" Her voice started to turn rough when he bent down towards her.
"Make love, not war…" he whispered.
She giggled. "Amen."
And that was day two for the nakoudo spell.
tsuzuku