UTOPIA

Disclaimer: Yada Yada bum bum, the characters aren't mine, didn't you know?

A/N: Eriol is not crazy, he's just… hurt…

1 : an imaginary and indefinitely remote place.
2 : often capitalized : a place of ideal perfection especially in laws, government, and social conditions
3 : an impractical scheme for social improvement.

Chapter 1: The diagnosis if you please…?

She hated hospitals, those big buildings that expelled some weird and chilly sensation, a very uncomfortable sensation.

She hated herself for falling into the pleas of her secret love, although sometimes she doubted her little cherry blossom didn't know. 

Her dearest Sakura-chan asked her to check the rumors that were flowing over Tomoeda and reached to Hong Kong, where, to her dismay, her lovely Sakura went to live.

Those rumors were that the most powerful half of Clow, Eriol Hiiragizawa, checked in, voluntarily, into Kajiura's Psychiatric Asylum. Why? Nobody was close enough to him to prove that he was actually there.

Nobody, except the warm-hearted Sakura Kinomoto, the one worried about everyone and everything. And while she was living happily ever after with the little wolf, she couldn't go herself to give faith to that gossip.

So she had to count on with her always best friend Tomoyo Daidouji. The one that could always say yes to whatever she wanted.

And there she was reaching for the information center.

"Good Morning, may I ask for a patient? His name is Hiiragizawa Eriol." She smiled politely at the old woman sitting on the registration center.

"May I know who's asking?" The old lady was busy signing some papers.

"Daidouji Tomoyo." She said briefly. Why not? She was only there to know if he was there or not, she wasn't really going to pay him a visit…

The lady started to search on the old fashioned computer with her swift fingers pushing the correct keys.

Then, the old woman stood up and pushed the chair back in place.

"Follow me." She said curtly. Tomoyo spaced out as she stood stuck on the same place.

"Demo… I just wanted to know," She started, the lady pushed her glasses over the bridge of her nose and with a deep growl she said.

"You made an appointment to meet him at this time, Hiiragizawa-san told me the day after. So could you please young lady, follow me." Tomoyo was even more surprised when she knew she was settled up to meet him.

"I think there is a misunderstanding, Mrs." She stuttered, but she was following the old nurse across the huge hall.

"I'm a busy person Miss, I don't have time to check if there is a misunderstanding or not." She was even walking faster! Tomoyo keep up her pace until she started to realize the environment she got herself into.

There were some neat rooms, and some 'coffin' rooms, she didn't dare to look at them, there were 'sick' people banging the doors, saying nonsense or profanities.

As she walked through the gardens, there were all those people with vacant eyes, walking nowhere, some of them didn't move and they were like living statues adorning the place.

"There he is, Miss." Then she turned around and walked out. Tomoyo didn't know when on earth she entered this other building, all she could she was one old man dancing some Charleston, and a little old lady combing a doll without hair.

She gulped; she told her feet to run away.

"Don't be scared, they won't bite… well, some of them." A voice reached her ears; she twirled around as her eyes focused a dark bluish mane.

She didn't know why, her feet started to walk towards him.

He was sitting on a couch, looking at the window. She walked around the couch so she could see at least his profile.

He still wore glasses; though his features had sharpened and his infant maliciousness was still there. She couldn't see his eyes; the reflection of the son over his glasses blocked any possible view.

"Are you gonna sit, Daidouji-san?" His voice has changed (of course), it was deep and husky.

"May I?" She asked politely, there it was that mysterious aura surrounding him, she knew he wasn't the same Eriol she knew on elementary school. This Eriol gave her creeps.

"It's a free country." He said briefly not even looking at her. She sat abruptly; why was he here in first place?

"Is the little cherry blossom cuddling warmly against her little wolf?" Now he turned his head to her side. Tomoyo gasped feeling trapped, she couldn't see his eyes the reflection was even hurting her own eyes. And he was smiling evilly… maliciously.

"Fine, Sakura-chan is living in Hong Kong right now." Was her voice shattering? She placed a hand over her throat, she suddenly felt thirsty.

"My chart doesn't include cannibalism." His smile grew wider, her eyes shook in confusion.

I won't eat you…

She managed a smile that faltered a little, and then she nodded apologetically.

"Then what does your chart say?" She patted herself mentally for gaining composure so rapidly.

His grin faded a little and straightened a bit.

"Is that why Sakura sent you? If I'm a wacko? A demented person that wants to rule over the world?" Cynicism was always on his side, Tomoyo remarked.

"We all wonder why you got into this… place."  In the last words her eyes wandered across the room.

 "Do they?" He said shifting again to look at the window.

Tomoyo went silent.

"Do you? Or was it only because you favorite person asked you? Shall I dig further Daidouji-san?" he chuckled at her honorific.

Tomoyo gritted her teeth; she didn't come here to get insulted by a demented magician. Her fists clenched.

I'm not Sakura's loyal dog…

Why was she here in first place?

Because… because… Sakura told me too.

It was a matter of friendship… and love… something you wouldn't understand, Hiirawizaga-kun…

"How did you know I was coming?" Her eyes were fierce and the politeness on her voice was far gone.

"Easy girl, I still have some magic, I know what's going to happen if I want to." His hand waved swiftly, careless over the thin air.

"Not many people visit you, do they?" It was time to grin cynically. He mirrored her grin.

"Only Spinel and Ruby Moon." He spoke coolly.

"I do wonder why…" If venom was the word, Tomoyo could be it.

"Go figure…" She clapped mentally, he was briefing his speech.

"Well, before you go, I have to give my report to Sakura-chan, so..:" She said sourly. "What does your chart say?"

"Do you really want to know?" He asked shifting again, looking at her with a big fat uncomfortable (for her) grin.

"Really, curiosity is killing me over and over." She rolled her eyes and to much of her dismay, she found him laughing hardly.

She looked at him suspiciously arching her brow. His laughter soon died, and as she was lost in her train of thoughts she found the demented boy looking straightly at her laying his head on her lap.

"You entertain me Daidouji-san, why don't you come some other day?" He said sexily… wait, cross that, he murmured…

Tomoyo shook her head before giving his assailant another view… now she could see a little of his eyes, but just a fraction.

He was wearing some wine red with dark blue stripes pajamas and he hadn't that funny odor as the whole hospital did. He had his hair a little bit longer and it was all messed up.

His lips were curved in a grin, her brows furrowed.

"Get off of me, I can see you're not as sick as I thought." She pushed him aside hearing his laughter return.

"You'll have to come again and entertain me if you really want to know." He still smiled, and then he got up and bowed politely.

"See you soon Daidouji-san." He waved off and walked to another hall. She was baffled as she looked at his retreating figure.

She looked at her lap, and clenched her fists, he was taunting her, he wanted to know how further she could go… and to her surprise, she accepted the challenge.

Not for Sakura's sake to know Eriol's madness, it was for her own sake, to show that lunatic that she could do things for her own.

End Chapter 1

ULTRA-MEGA-THANKS to NAKURU CHAN! Aka Red Wings for beta reading this!