[ET] He made a gamble ten years before leaving Japan when he didn't tell her his feelings. Returning to the town where it all started, he has to try and do what he couldn't before. But now, she's getting married. RR
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I think this is about the 3rd time I've had to reload this chapter because of errors!! My stupidity is so...so...arrrggg!!! Anyway, I forgot to change the reference to Touya in this chapter, so now its fixed. He wasn't even supposed to be here! TT
Disclaimer: CLAMP owns Cardcaptor Sakura, not me. I'm too poor. TT…
Chapter One: Invitation
Eriol Hiiragizawa, a 24-year old young man, was staring frustrated at the white card in his hands.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of:
Junshi Akushiro and...
He didn't want to believe it. He read the name at the bottom over and over again.
Tomoyo DaidoujiIt was true. Everything Syaoran said to him earlier was true. Eriol's 'cute little descendant' warned him that something bad was going to happen, and that he should have returned to Japan to prevent it.
And yet, he didn't
Everyone urged him to tell her before he left Japan to return to go back to England.
Again, he didn't. Another mistake. It had been over ten years of anxiety. He was so lonely, but not because Nakuru and Spinel stayed in Japan. He told them to watch somebody, to make sure she was safe. It was because she wasn't there. Eriol yearned to see her now, he wanted to see the violet eyes that once looked at him with so much care, and possibly, love. But now, it was too late. He lost her to someone else. He lost his chance to be with her.
It seemed now that the reincarnation of Clow Reed, one of the most powerful sorcerers of all time, was near powerless to accomplishing the thing he wanted to do most. He needed to stop the wedding, but how? Eriol didn't want to get Tomoyo mad at him for crashing her wedding. She would probably hate him for eternity. To him, the world was practically coming to an end. His only options relevant to the wedding were:
1. NOT attend, let them get married and never have a second chance with Tomoyo again
Or
2. Return to Japan, crash the wedding, and have Tomoyo mad him for most of the remainder of his life.
Damn, it was a lose-lose situation.
"Syaoran," Eriol called walking over to his desk.
"Is there something wrong Hiiragizawa?" His best friend came to visit him to help sort out the wedding ordeal.
"Do you believe in fate?" Eriol opened a drawer, and Syaoran eyed him suspiciously.
"Yes, I do. I would never have met Sakura if I didn't." the he replied, confused why this question was brought up in the first place.
"I've been undecided since I received the—invitation. And I have finally found a solution." Syaoran's eyes went wide as he saw what Eriol pull out of the desk.
A pistol. With bullets.
"Are you crazy Hiirigizawa!? Killing yourself just because you can't decide?"
"Who said I was going to kill myself?"
Syaoran breathed out a sigh of relief. Eriol, kill himself?
"Well not exactly anyway. This pistol is just the thing that is going to help me decide," Eriol continued. Syaoran just gulped loudly.
This was not good news.
"How?" Syaoran asked hesitant, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
"5 bullets, one blank. If I'm meant to crash the wedding, to confess to Tomoyo, then I'll live. But if I'm not, and Junshi is meant to be with her, I won't be able to bother them. Ever." Eriol smiled at how straightforward the plan was as he was loading the bullets. But he wouldn't be surprised if he were actually insane.
Syaoran went red with anger. "DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH!? OR ARE YOU JUST LOOKING FOR ANY REASON TO DIE!?!"
Eriol ignored him, "Maybe I should aim toward my chest; I want to look good for my funeral..."
"Listen to me Hiiragizawa! Are you sure this is a good idea?!"
By now, Syaoran was completely tuned out, "But I want the cover to be closed, so it won't really matter..." He spun barrel in preparation.
All his descendant could do was stand there and hope that there would be two people standing in the room after whole predicament. Eriol started counting.
"One..." The cold, metal pistol moved over to his throat.
"Two..." It clicked, signaling that it was ready to fire.
Eriol closed his eyes, and thought of Tomoyo for what could be his last time. She had infinite kindness and warmth...the scent of lavenders that followed her everywhere, and those beautiful amethyst eyes. Eriol wish that her image would burn into his mind—it was the one thing he wanted to remember before he died, and Eriol wanted to see her, just one last time…
"Three..."
TBCYeah, I know, this chapter is short. I actually made this chapter a long time ago, but posted it after finally getting around to revising it. So if you have any ideas, include them in a review! Btw, the bullet thing came from a game my brother was playing online. But instead of there being one bullet, there are five! Slim chances make things so exciting! Another thing: the title just came up as an idea from the first chapter. It might change because I want it to be relevant to the plot [which, by the way, is still being developed]. I'm not one to discontinue a fic, because I don't like it when people do. So even IF you shun, flame, and tell me to do so later, I'll still finish it. For those of you who've read this fic before I corrected the terrible mistake of putting Tomoyo and Touya together, I've corrected it [I honestly think I was on something during the time. jk!]. That's all for now, so drag your mouse to the review button below!