Diamond Sky Chapter 6: Rest, a card captor sakura fanfic

Diamond Sky

Chapter Six: Rest

A/N: ((word)) -Words spoken in English.

"Now, I'm going to pass your composition books back. Please look them over and make note of the corrections needed. Most of you still need practice in using your verbs and tenses. When you're done, copy the composition question on the board. AND before you groan and moan, may I remind you that your final year exams involve a good deal of writing. Practice makes perfect."

"So we've heard," was one of the mutters that emerged.

Yukio-sensei merely raised an eyebrow. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that, Yukiko-kun. And with that in mind, I'd like all of you to turn to page 40. Please complete questions 1 to 10. Remember people: keep your penmanship NEAT and ORDERLY. The last pieces of homework some of you turned in could have been used for the lining of my canary's cage! I could hardly read a word!"

Mumbles and mutters replied to Yukio-sensei's warning and the teacher raised an eyebrow again. "ANYWAY… also turn to page 42 and copy the questions there and answer them in FULL. No one word answers and if you don't know the answer, do NOT, for the life of me, write down a smart aleck answer like 'You tell me'. Tsuzuki-kun, this means YOU."

"Hai, sensei! It shall be done!" Said student cheerily replied much to the amusement of his cohorts who KNEW he didn't mean a word he said.

"I'll believe it when I see it," replied the teacher dryly, also knowing Tsuzuki-kun wasn't about to shock him by doing what he was told. "Junichi-kun, would you be so kind as to pass out the books? Thank you."

Within a few minutes, everyone had received their books and was looking them over with silent groans. The entire week, almost all their teachers seemed to have gone into some sort of 'Torture-Students-With-More-Work' state of mind and had piled on the assignments. Yukio-sensei's latest homework just made that day's load the size of Mt. Fuji. And that was not a hyperbole in the least.

Tomoyo grimaced; the pile of assignments she needed to go through that afternoon daunted even her. She turned to check on her best friend behind her and caught Syaoran trying to keep Sakura from giving herself a concussion with her Japanese textbook. When Syaoran managed to snatch Sakura's textbook away and shove it in his desk, the auburn haired girl looked up at Tomoyo and pleaded with emerald eyes the silent message of 'Help meeee!!!'

Tomoyo could only nod in understanding. She caught Syaoran's eye. He shook his head at her when she raised her eyebrows questioningly. Nope, he couldn't believe the amount of homework either.

A row ahead of Tomoyo on Rika's right, Naoko caught her eye and mimed choking herself. Quietly giggling, Tomoyo nodded as well and turned back to her book.

A murmur, just loud enough for Tomoyo to hear came from her left.

"I doubt that Naoko-san choking herself in that manner is going to help complete this essay in any way."

Stifling a giggle, Tomoyo glanced to her left to meet the dancing eyes of Eriol and grinned.

"I should have known you would be the only one who isn't tempted to do such a thing with all the homework we've gotten today." She murmured in reply.

"I prefer carbon monoxide suffocation. Dying in your sleep without any pain sounds like a more preferable way to expire."

"You do realize you're being very morbid today, Hiiragizawa-san."

"I apologize."

Tomoyo let out a low chuckle. "Apology accepted. Now, I think we'd better get back to work before Yukio-sensei catches us talking."

Nodding, he turned back to his work. However, as Eriol bent over his book, copying the assignment, Tomoyo continued to watch him.

It surprised her how often these small murmured conversations would crop up in class. He or she would make a comment and the other would reply. It was effortless and even Naoko had mock-complained about how Eriol-kun and Tomoyo-chan disrupted her concentration because of the murmuring that was going on behind her.

Not that Tomoyo minded one whit. Eriol would only offer a comment or ask a question after the teacher had finished talking or assigning homework. If she was busy, he never said a word, only waiting for her to finish what she was doing before mentioning that her hair was rather askew. Was she that confused with the assignment?

What she found surprising was that she had also picked up the trait and would also murmur a remark occasionally. To add to the matter, she actually expected and waited for a reply from Eriol's part. She was never disappointed though. Sometimes, even Sakura would join in and the both of them welcomed her happily.

What was stranger still was that to each other, they were still "Hiiragizawa-san" and "Daidouji-san".

But Tomoyo never asked and Eriol never questioned. They were happy as they were. Why complicate things further?

Suddenly becoming aware that she'd been staring at him, Tomoyo quickly turned her amethyst eyes away from her friend and began writing.

Without noticing the small smile on Eriol's face since he knew that he'd been the object of her scrutiny for the past few minutes.

Not to mention that the rare blush on her face never failed to make him smile for the oddest reasons.

RIIIIIIIING!!

After the students of 1C had filed out of the class, Sakura, Rika, Naoko, Chiharu, Yamazaki and Syaoran all halted in their tracks and looked at Eriol and Tomoyo.

Tomoyo blinked at the sudden focus of attention when she looked up from her bag. "Nani?"

"Eriol-kun, Tomoyo-chan maybe you two better have lunch with us again today…" ventured Sakura worriedly. "I still think the both of you need protection."

Syaoran snorted. "Daidouji maybe. But Hiiragizawa's fine on his own. Let him get killed."

Eriol smiled amiably. "As always, your concern is ever touching, Li-san." He said without a single shred of sarcasm in his voice.

"Well, I'd be happy to eat with all of you… But I know for a fact that Rika-chan has a new recipe she wants to try out. Toshiro-san and Naoko-san have a new book to look for in the library today… and I'm pretty certain you four want to be alone-"

Chiharu vehemently cut in Tomoyo's words. "Sakura and Syaoran-kun! Not me and Yamazaki!"

"Chiharu-chan… she didn't even say which four." Said Rika gently.

The snickers and giggles that ensued made Chiharu turn so red, she looked like she was about to spontaneously combust from sheer embarrassment. Yamazaki just blinked then decided to tell the tale of why people blush. Apparently, there were little men inside their ears that turned dials clockwise at least twice a day. In doing so, they worked a strange mechanism that painted people's cheeks with red paint from the insi-

WHAM!

"Itei…"

Chiharu replaced the mallet back to where it came from to the amusement of Eriol and the sweat drops of the rest.

"Toshiro-kun never minds joining us for lunch." said Naoko with concern. "We can always look for those books another time."

Rika nodded. "And I can always try out that new recipe next week."

"See?" Sakura turned to her best friend. "We're really worried about you two."

"At least with us, there's safety in numbers." Added Chiharu. "Do you have any idea what those two mobs can do to you?"

"Even if you somehow managed to avoid them, you can't put them off hold. They're everywhere." Yamazaki grinned as he rubbed the bump on his head.

Tomoyo sighed. Eriol just shook his head with a smile.

Word had gotten around that Hiiragizawa Eriol now had lunch regularly with Daidouji Tomoyo.

This meant that the respective I-Love-Daidouji-Tomoyo fan club (ILDTC) and HEFC members were NOT happy campers.

And this also meant that Eriol and Tomoyo's quiet lunches had been interrupted by attempts to get "Eriol-kun to come and taste test Junko-sempai's new bento" while the rest of HEFC went to politely mention to Tomoyo not to hog Eriol all to herself or mysteriously get trampled on by at least five dozen pairs of human feet on the way home.

The ILDTC, in the meanwhile had taken Eriol aside and threatened to turn him into a human meatball and toss him into the school incinerator if he so much as approached Tomoyo again or even took one bite out of her sushi one more time. It was rather like Li Syaoran, only multiplied by a few dozen boys.

This went on for two consecutive days before Sakura and co. decided it was high time for Tomoyo and Eriol to join them for lunch to make sure both of them didn't get seriously injured. So for at least two weeks, Yamazaki and Chiharu had sat with Sakura and Syaoran under the sakura tree, Rika had only tried one new recipe and Toshiro had been removed from the library. Syaoran didn't voice his annoyance or anything but EVERYONE knew he hated having his lunch with Sakura interrupted on account of Hiiragizawa Eriol. It was as plain as day.

Tomoyo, while highly appreciating her friends' concern, knew very well that she was disturbing their routines, particularly Sakura and Syaoran. It was rather like barging into a pair of newlyweds on their honeymoon. And to tell the truth, it was hard to plan with Hiiragizawa-san on how to get Chiharu and Yamazaki to actually confess to each other when they were in plain sight and in earshot. She glanced at Eriol who was standing by the window for help.

Catching Tomoyo's eye, he looked up and smiled. "Now, Sakura-san, Naoko-san, Chiharu-san, Rika-san, Yamazaki-kun, there's absolutely nothing to worry about. It's been two weeks anyway and we are unscathed."

"Nothing to worry about?!" cried Sakura, protectively putting her hands on Tomoyo's shoulders. "Do you know what those girls SAID to Tomoyo-chan?! Even I got scared!"

"I guarantee you, Sakura-san, there will be no trouble today." Eriol smiled as he placed one hand on the windowsill. He grinned as he looked back out the window. "Well, at least not until they get through with what they're doing."

"You better not have put up any booby traps for those people, idiotic as they are." Scowled Syaoran. "They're still mainly innocent."

"Trust me, my kawaii descendant, this had NOTHING to do with me." Said Eriol with a very disturbing smile. "Take a look."

Everyone went over to the window where a large group of guys and girls were having some semblance of a face off in the school lawn. The rest of the students had made themselves scarce and were watching from behind windows and doors.

"Wait a minute, isn't that Junko-sempai and Leiko-sempai?" pointed out Chiharu from the third floor window.

Rika placed a hand over her mouth. "Goodness, they're yelling at Jiro-kun and Danno-sempai."

"Yelling? It looks more like they've declared war!" exclaimed Naoko.

"Speaking of wars-" began Yamazaki.

SMACK!

Sakura winced at the hand gestures that were being exchanged. She'd seen those being used by her elder brother when he was in a bad mood. "I think they're fighting over Eriol-kun and Tomoyo-chan!"

Syaoran immediately whirled around to glare at Eriol. "What did you do to make those two mobs turn on each- What the?"

Everyone looked up and turned around.

"Hoe!?" went Sakura with wide eyes.

Chiharu sweat dropped. Naoko placed a hand on her head, rubbing her temple. Yamazaki just smiled resignedly. Syaoran rolled his eyes.

"Oh well… maybe you can all have lunch indoors today…" suggested Rika with a smile as she picked up her cookbook.

"It's not like we're gonna find them anyway…" mumbled Naoko. Sakura just blinked.

Up on the roof, Tomoyo unwrapped the handkerchief off Eriol's bento, shaking her head. "I feel really bad about leaving them to fight like that."

"Don't worry too much about it." Eriol grinned. "It's not like we didn't tell them that we were only friends."

"I guess you're right. But leaving Sakura and the rest like that…" Tomoyo shook her head. "I guess they'll understand, won't they?"

"I'm sure if they don't, we can explain later after lunch. Right now," Eriol looked up at the blue sky with white fluffy clouds slowly floating past. "I say we enjoy Nakuru's cooking."

"Ruby Moon made this?" Tomoyo handed her friend a pair of chopsticks. "It looks good."

Eriol chuckled. "Trust me when I warn you: they may turn out to be sweeter than they're supposed to be."

Tomoyo raised an eyebrow. "Sugar instead of salt?"

He gestured to a smaller box. "That's why I brought some tarts I made so we don't go hungry."

She laughed as she picked up some rice and dipped it in some sauce with the second pair of chopsticks. Carefully placing it in her mouth and tasting it slowly, her eyes widened.

Eriol quickly handed her a paper napkin. "Syrup instead of soy sauce as well, I'm guessing."

Swallowing slowly, she smiled weakly and took the napkin to wipe her mouth. "Maybe she mixed up the recipe…?"

Eriol shook his head as he rewrapped the bento. "No, no… Nakuru just loves sugar. Beyond all human comprehension."

"But she isn't human." Pointed out Tomoyo. "Not exactly."

"Then it's not so strange after all." Eriol smiled widely as he passed her a peach tart. "Here. What do you think?"

Tomoyo smiled as she munched on the sweet dessert. "Hiiragizawa-san, you could open your own café with your cooking."

"Ah, but would you join me as a partner?"

"Hmm… maybe. But I would like to open my own clothing store." She grinned. "Would you help me out there as well?"

"Only if you'd come with me on a tour around the world, supplying the vocals for my music when we play for European royalty." Eriol beamed.

Tomoyo laughed at the absurdity of it all. "Well, whatever you do in the future, I'm sure it will be fantastic. There doesn't seem to be anything you cannot do."

"I've had plenty of practice… a few hundred years of practice really…" He smiled. "But I say you're better at all this than I yet, with all due respect, you have no magical powers or magical help." Eriol's smile grew. "You're a far better person than I am."

"Hiiragizawa-san, no one is better than anyone. We're all still under the same sky, on the same planet…" She smiled. "We're all the same. No one better, no one worse. Although I wish Yukio-sensei would realize we're all human, not robots."

Eriol chuckled. "I never knew you to be one to be afraid of hard work."

"I'm not. It's just that the homework load this entire week has been so heavy. Every day, it's always Geography, Math and English. Now I think Yukio-sensei's starting to pile on Japanese. And to think I still have some dresses I'd like to finish and choir practice every other day." She shook her head tiredly and rested her head against the fencing of the roof.

"I'm sorry for complaining so much."

"Daidouji-san," started Eriol as he sat beside her, setting aside the box. "You don't need to apologize to me for feeling tired. I know there have been times Nakuru insists I complain or I might apparently go insane."

She chuckled. "So even the great Clow Reed can feel like a wilted flower at times."

"I'm still human." He reminded her with a smile.

"I admit… sometimes I forget that." Tomoyo turned to look at him. "I forget you need a rest too at times. I apologize for that."

Eriol looked at her for a minute before nodding. "That's alright. But I forget too, with all your capabilities, you are human as well. Forgive me?"

"Always." She smiled at him.

He returned the smile and the both of them looked upwards where the white clouds were being blown slowly across the blue background by the wind. Like white sails of an unhurried ship, they moved leisurely and languidly. Wisps of cirrus and fluffy cumulus were all mixed together and blown gradually into uncertain shapes and sizes.

The companionable silence was broken suddenly when Eriol felt compelled to say something.

"You know… if you ever need a rest, Daidouji-san, from anything, you can always call me. Perhaps we can escape to the roof like we did today. Just for a little while."

Tomoyo blinked and looked at him, only to meet an earnest, sincere gaze made of two wise blue eyes.

She smiled gently, not knowing that her own purple eyes were twinkling slightly.

"Only if you'd call me in return."

"Agreed."

The two friends then turned back to their upward gaze to the sky. Like the clouds, Tomoyo found herself suddenly unhurried and calm.

"They're up on the roof!!"

Until now that is.

"Daidouji-san." Eriol amiably addressed her as two separate groups were fighting each other to get out of the doorway to the roof first. "Time for us to leave."

Grabbing both bento boxes, she got to her feet with Eriol's help. "How?"

"Magic."

Still hanging onto her hand, both disappeared in a wink.

Breathing a sigh, Tomoyo finally let go of her pen after completing her English essay. After an hour and a half of non-stop work, she figured she deserved a break before tackling Yukio-sensei's assignment. Getting up from her chair and stretching, she flopped back onto her bed and let herself sink into the softness of the mattress and the thick blankets. A picture of her and her mother caught her eye and she smiled. Daidouji Sonomi was overseas for a week but she called every night to check on her daughter and how things were in Tomoeda.

Her mind wandered onto other matters. Today had been weird, to put it one way. ILDTC and HEFC had both been reprimanded for disorderly conduct and given stern warnings. Strangely enough, no one seemed to blame her or Eriol for it. Then again, hadn't they both politely tried to defuse the situation much earlier?

Putting the matter out of her mind, she continued to lie amongst her bed linen, muffling the sounds of cleaning that was going on downstairs. Her tired mind started to drift and settled on a soft white cloud, gently floating across the sky…

A buzzing sound made Tomoyo jolt.

Blinking, she slowly sat up and looked around in the darkness. Someone had turned off her room light. Had she fallen asleep? Looking at the bed side drawers where her alarm clock sat, she gasped slightly to see that it was 5.56 p.m. She'd been sleeping for an hour!

Still the buzzing continued. She recognized it as the vibration of her cell phone. Climbing out of her bed, she picked it up from her desk.

"Moshi moshi?"

"Konbanwa, Daidouji-san."

"…Hiiragizawa-san?" Flipping on the light switch, Tomoyo winced at the sudden change. "Konbanwa."

"You sound sleepy. Have you been taking a nap?"

She smiled. "If I find that you've been spying on me, I will set my bodyguards on you."

The person on the other line chuckled. "I'm not surprised that you still manage to sound so amiable even when threatening bodily harm."

"Only to you, I'm afraid." She replied easily although she was stifling a laugh.

"Well, I apologize if I've interrupted any sweet dreams."

"That's quite alright. Did you want something?"

"Now, Daidouji-san, what makes you think I have some sort of ulterior motive? Can a friend not call another friend just to talk?"

"They can. But you wouldn't call my cell phone only to have a friendly conversation. Even with magic, you'd still need some time to finish all our homework today." Tomoyo grinned.

"Touché. I wanted to see if you would like to come over for dinner. Nakuru is insisting that she see the girl who was brave enough to swallow her rice."

Tomoyo laughed. "It was only one mouthful!"

"One mouthful is worthy of a medal in our book. Or so Spinel says. He would like to see you too."

"Well… I don't know. I still have Japanese to complete. It's due tomorrow, in case you've forgotten…"

A chuckle sounded again. "I'm not as irresponsible as you may think. You're welcome to finish your homework over here."

The invitation was sounding better and better. And seeing Nakuru-san and Spinel-san would be fun. "I think I can come over. May I call you back?"

"Don't worry about it. If you can make it, you're welcome at our house at 7.00. If you can't, then I shall see you tomorrow morning in class."

"Alright. Jaa ne."

"Jaa."

Hanging up, Tomoyo quickly flung open her door open and hurried downstairs. "Shinata-san, have you seen Tora-san?"

The manservant smiled at his young mistress. "I saw him in the dining room a minute ago, Tomoyo-sama."

"Thank you!" Hurrying into the large dining area, she saw the head butler of the household. "Tora-san!"

Immediately, the old butler turned and nodded in acknowledgement at the young mistress. "Tomoyo-sama, what may I do for you?"

"Please tell Eiji-san not to cook dinner for me tonight. I'll be at a friend's for dinner."

The butler's expression didn't move an inch as he nodded. "I'll arrange for Shiro to drive you to Kinomoto-san's residence."

"No, not Sakura's." Tomoyo smiled. "It's a different friend."

NOW the butler's face changed into one of concern. "Tomoyo-sama, Daidouji-sama left strict orders to make sure you stayed safe while she's in Spain for a conference. I shall need to know who your friend is and where he or she lives. And if you walk over there, I shall have to send the bodyguards with you…"

"I understand, Tora-san. His name is Hiiragizawa Eriol. He lives in a manor just ten minutes from here. I know the way." She looked pleadingly at the old butler. "Tora-san, I'd appreciate it if this time, I go unescorted. Please? Just this once?"

Tora struggled not to grimace. "Tomoyo-sama, you know I can't do that." The disappointed expression on her face though tugged at him. "But I tell you what, Tomoyo-sama. Let Shiro drive you to your friend's house. That way he can make sure you get there safely. Then when you're ready to come home, call us and Shiro will be there to pick you up. Does that arrangement suit you?"

Tomoyo smiled and nodded. She would much rather have a large car take her to Eriol's than a group of bodyguards surrounding her throughout the entire dinner and back. "Thank you, Tora-san. I'll be ready to go in an hour."

The old butler watched his young mistress run upstairs and raised an eyebrow.

His name is Hiiragizawa Eriol.

Well. This was a first…

In a cream coloured sundress with small pale yellow roses along the knee length hem, Tomoyo wondered if she had over or under dressed for dinner as she stood on the doorstep and rang the doorbell.

Ding doong…

She could hear some shouts from inside and a crash that seemed to involve glassware considering the tinkling. Tomoyo turned and waved at the limo that waited some feet away at the end of the driveway. Shiro, the chauffeur, tipped his peaked cap with a friendly smile and drove away.

"SUUUUPPIII-CHAAAAAAAANN!!!" was the loud, piercing battle cry that echoed within the house.

"((GET HER AWAY FROM ME!! NOOO!! NO MORE PROCESSED SUGAR!!))"

"((SUPPI-CHAN!! Come back here!! You look so CUUUTE in big bows!! Come on!!))"

"((ERIOL-SAMA!! Make her STOOOP!! MAKE HER STO- GAAK!!))"

The door seemed to fly inwards and Tomoyo blinked to see the tall brunette and a struggling smoky gray version of Kero-chan with a large poofy pale pink ribbon around his neck under her arm.

"TOMOYO-SAMA!!!"

GLOMP!!

"It, it's good to see you again, Nakuru-san!" was the muffled greeting.

"Get OFF her, Nakuru! You're squashing her to death!!" scolded the still struggling sun guardian. "AND LET ME GO!!"

Nakuru bounced right off and helped Tomoyo up to her feet. "Come on in! Eriol-sama's just setting the table for dinner!"

As quick as a blink, the girl was ushered inside the large manor. The living room didn't look as bad as the crashes had indicated. A tall lampshade and the broken remains of a china vase by the sofa was all that had fallen to the marble floor.

"You know, Eriol-sama was so worried you wouldn't show up!" chirped Nakuru as she pushed Tomoyo in the direction of the kitchen. "He'll be SOOO glad you came!!"

"Uh, Nakuru-san… have you had sugar just now?" squeaked Tomoyo before the statement hit her brain and made her wonder slightly.

From under Nakuru's arm was the muffled reply of Spinel. "This is normal. Trust me: she's WORSE when she's had anything sweet. Someone please get this ribbon off my neck and get some shoelaces."

"Why shoelaces?" asked Nakuru, still grinning maniacally.

"To HANG myself!"

"Now, Spinel, what would I do when you suddenly decide to commit suicide in front of a guest?"

Tomoyo smiled to see Eriol as he emerged from a doorway, neatly dressed in a dark blue, long sleeved shirt and off white pants. "Please forgive them. They're usually better behaved." He said as he took her books from her and placed them on the kitchen counter.

Nakuru stuck her tongue out at him. "Says you! You're the one who started yesterday's soap suds fight!!"

He beamed at a chuckling Tomoyo, pointedly ignoring the accusation. "I'm sorry to say that I thought you wouldn't make it."

She smiled. "I couldn't resist a dinner cooked by the famous Hiiragizawa Eriol."

"The lady pays too high a compliment," replied Eriol with a grin. He looked behind Tomoyo and smiled at his guardian. "Nakuru, would you please help me finish setting the table?"

"Haaaai!!"

"Spinel, make sure you two don't break any more plates."

"Why am I included!?" was the resounding retort as Nakuru bounced through the doorway and into the dining room. "SHE'S the one who keeps dropping them- NAKURU!! FOR THE 310th TIME, LET GO!!"

Tomoyo giggled as she watched them go. Turning back to Eriol, she held out a light blue wrapped box. "For you."

"You know you didn't have to, Daidouji-san." He said, taking the box and setting it beside her books. "But thank you."

"It was no trouble." Tomoyo grinned. "But I expect a gourmet meal."

Eriol laughed. "You won't be disappointed, I assure you. How do you feel about fettuccine alfredo ala Hiiragizawa?"

Her brilliant violet eyes twinkled with delight. "I don't know about Hiiragizawa but I love fettuccine."

"And spaghetti and ravioli and penne and lasagna…"

She laughed. "Alright, alright. You have me there." She tilted her head. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you cooked Italian just to get me to come and have dinner here."

"Now, Daidouji-san, why would you think that?" Innocence glowed from him like light from within a 90 watt bulb.

Tomoyo shook her head with a laugh. "Just a hunch."

With a large grin, Eriol offered his arm. "Shall we?"

With a large smile of her own, Tomoyo took his arm without hesitation. "Lead the way, good sir."

As they emerged from the kitchen, Tomoyo clapped a hand to her mouth to stop from laughing at Spinel's predicament. The poor thing was stuck in one of the empty wine glasses and Nakuru was now pouring sugar all over him, giggling all the way.

"Someone. Just… just shoot me. Right in the head. NOW." Deadpanned Spinel, looking at his master who was having trouble trying not to laugh. "If you care for me at all, Eriol-sama, you will pick up that butter knife and stab me in the skull."

Taking pity on him, Tomoyo let go of Eriol and pulled Spinel gently out of the wine glass as Eriol took away the sugar bowl from Nakuru. She smoothed down his fur and set him gently in front of her plate of fettuccine.

"Come now, Spinel-san. Cheer up. I'll give you my slice of garlic bread, ne?"

Spinel grumbled inaudibly but relented. "Yes, Tomoyo-sama."

Eriol raised an eyebrow as he stood behind Tomoyo's chair, pulling it out for her. "Spinel, Nakuru… be polite."

Spinel coughed. "I'm sorry, Tomoyo-san."

"I don't see anything wrong with Tomoyo-sama!" chirped Nakuru from her place.

Tomoyo sat down and smiled at the cheery moon guardian. "That's okay. You can just call me Tomoyo."

"Okay, Tomoyo-sama!"

Sighing, Eriol went over to his seat. "Nakuru…"

"What?!" She grinned.

With an amused air, he shook his head. "Never mind. Shall we?"

All three nodded. "Itadakimasu!!"

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