Okay, to say that I had a writer's block would have to be the
understatement of the century. It's already 12:38 am and 31 seconds and
still going. I know that I don't normally update this late but please do
find the heart to forgive me as I have been, frankly speaking way too
engrossed in reading and watching TV (such a nice excuse, e... well at least
I'm being honest here ) not because I find what I read and the shows on
TV interesting but rather because of the fact that I've been confused with
myself on how to write this chapter down as I just can't put into words the
plot that I have in mind at the moment, which I believe is the effect of
having not taken any sweets for the last 24 hours, really I should make a
mental reminder on myself to never forget to eat ice cream. Anyway, I'm
really sorry for the late update, I hope you still read on and keep up your
very nice reviews! Thanks!
On with the fic!
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Chapter 11 – Qualified Score: Tragic Night
Hair freshly damped, body clad with a pink nightgown underneath a white silken robe, right arm occupied by a small ball of dark blue fur and the other by a warm glass of milk. Tomoyo cautiously entered the dimly lit library adjoining the music room, her thoughts wandering on the song playing on her earphones attached to her mobile phone gingerly snuggled in her robe's pocket. The room was spacious, about the size of a ballroom, and the huge paneled windows showcased the beautiful landscape outside as the rain once again poured making the plush blue curtains framing the windows more warm and comforting than ever.
Her fuzzy slippers slightly rubbing against the rug across the room she carefully placed the glass of milk at a perch near the grand piano where a number of crumpled pieces of paper lay forgotten. At one side of the room a fire was crackling vividly radiating its warmth within the library's castle-like walls and watching it flicker brought a sly smile on her pale lips.
Settling herself by the creamy couch with little Suppi purring softly in her lap she found herself humming softly with the song.
Her melodious voice then echoed all over the room breaking the deafening silence as the rain continued to pour, misting the clear windows.
... she just sang... her whole heart actually, like as if she was the only one and little Suppi who exists at that very moment...
...
...
Amidst the song, the rain, the fire, and the rows and rows of wooden bookshelves filled with books as old as who knows what Eriol stood frozen, his hands clutching a hardbound book and his gaze fixed on the lass a couple of feet away from him.
On what he is thinking no one can tell... he just stood there... and frankly speaking he himself doesn't know what he is doing...
"Hey," he heard her say disrupting his thoughts,
"W-what are you doing here?" he managed to mumble walking to the piano bench as if nothing happened. The song was over and yet he has the strangest feeling he can still hear it.
"Now is that possible?" he asked himself mentally as if questioning his sanity.
"I was to go to bed when I saw the light here, you seem to have made quiet a mess here," she replied picking up the crumpled pieces of paper and tossing it to the crackling fire.
"... I-I... Yuki-niichan had me work on a composition for a recording studio, I'm sorry for the mess... that was a nice song," he commented making an effort to clean up the mess he made as he took a seat on the piano bench.
"Oh... I've been listening too much to the radio ...I always loose my head whenever I do, I'm afraid "she replied running a hand on Suppi's dark fur.
"... I've brought you some milk by the way it's not good to stay up late you know," she said taking the tall thin glass from the perch and handing it to Eriol.
"T-thanks," he mumbled.
"No need to, honestly, it's Suppi's leftover after all and I just..." she said nonchalantly that Eriol almost fell from the bench with the glass of milk still in his hands. She giggled.
"I'm just messing you up, really do you think I'll make you drink Suppi's milk?" she said swaying her right hand carelessly and stifling a yawn afterwards as Suppi meowed sweetly on her lap.
"With you, nothing is impossible," he replied rolling his eyes.
"Aren't you going to bed yet?" he asked facing the piano though still mentally aware that Tomoyo was now standing and is walking her way to the bookshelves.
"Nah. I think I'll stay here for a while, I have some reading for Social Studies to do," she said as she fidgets the books in a shelf.
Shrugging Eriol then started to work on the piano while Tomoyo helped herself at the couch reading. Suppi on the other hand is walking from one corner of the room to another just like what any normal cat would do.
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The grandfather clock struck 12 sending echoing deep iron bells ringing slowly all over the manor as Eriol stifling a yawn closes his workbook. He has been too engrossed with his work which was now half-way finished to notice the time. Standing up he made a mental note to himself to quickly take a shower, change into his pajamas and sleep in his bed for the next hundred years or so – that was his plans until his gaze landed on the sleeping figure behind him – Tomoyo.
He completely forgot about her, well not exactly forgot, but he mistakenly thought that she has already gone to bed ages ago, which is totally the other way around as she was by the couch legs outstretched sleeping innocently with a thick book on her chest and little Suppi sleeping on her lap.
Eriol sighed. At that moment he was already having a battle of wits in his mind. He knew the young lass was tired the whole day accommodating his friends and that perhaps her little body was having a hard time catching up. After all, she has been managing an entire household for almost a week all by herself, considering the fact that she is juggling it with her modeling career and studies. He's not that cold-hearted yet to let her sleep there right?
Eriol sighed once again.
"You're lucky that I'm a gentleman or have I totally left you here in the cold you know," he chuckled as he took the book Tomoyo has been reading awhile ago and placed it at a side table. With yet another sigh he then carried the sleeping Tomoyo in his arms careful not to awaken her and yet not minding to wake little Suppi.
He was honestly expecting her to be a bit heavy considering the enormous amounts of sweets she takes everyday and the big lunch boxes she always make, but much to his surprise she was fairly light that he carried her without any difficulty. Walking his way to the staircase, he found himself once again caught by a familiar scent. His note twitched and his mind mentally reminded him that it was the smell of plum blossoms. He looked at Tomoyo who much to his surprise snuggled close on his chest and realized that it was her where the scent radiated. And now that he thinks about it, Tomoyo seemed much calmer and collected when asleep.
"As the old saying goes, the evil looks good when they're asleep, e?" he chuckled as Suppi followed from behind. Which was100% true, Tomoyo will never look as beautiful as she is than that moment, the toil of the day has taken on her and she was deeply asleep, her face beautiful pale and her lashes curled like crescents.
He then quickly averted his gaze to the hallway silently cursing his self for being at a daze.
"Surely, you are sleepy Eriol, perhaps you should put the lady into bed at once so you can have a sleep of your own as well," he said to himself as he walk to the hallway leading to Tomoyo's bedroom door saying the said statement a number of times as if to convince himself.
With but a little effort he managed to open the door with his right hand without waking the sleeping figure in his arms. Opening the dark room he caught notice of a number of very familiar shadows tiptoeing rather noisily.
"Darega? (Who's there?)" he demanded switching the lights on and revealing to his emerald green eyes the worst nightmare he ever had...
...
"Hel-lo! Wow! Didn't expect you to make a move on her that early," Yamazaki greeted in a sing-song manner waving murderously at Eriol to cover up the "tip-toeing-way-too-loud-stunt" he and the others have been engaged a couple of seconds ago. Had it been a couple of hours later or perhaps earlier, Eriol would have laughed lying flat on his stomach at the way his friends looked, but unluckily it was twelve midnight and he was sleepy and terribly exhausted and Tomoyo was still in his arms and he was mostly uncomfortable at the situation.
"Shut up! S-she fell asleep at the study, I'm just putting her to bed..." he explained without being asked as he placed Tomoyo in her satin covered bed and pulled the sheets on her. Yamazaki and the others sniggered in reply.
"How kind of you!" Shaoran said in mock awe as he clapped his hands together. Eriol glared.
"Just how on earth did you guys get here anyway?" Eriol demanded regaining his composure.
"Asides from getting our way to the very tight security we climbed through the balcony for you to know," Touya said good-naturedly like it was the most natural thing for them to do in the middle of the night that Eriol could have puked.
"It's the middle of the night! WHAT IN THE NAME OF WHO-KNOWS-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Eriol asked furious.
"Hush now, you wouldn't want to wake poor little Tomoyo do you? Why she's such an angel!" Kaho hissed with a sly smile.
"Well, we are on our way home when we realized that we haven't finished our evaluation of Tomoyo-chan yet," Yuki-niichan said helping Touya take something out of a black suitcase.
"Madada?! (Not yet?!) Haven't you had enough?" Eriol exclaimed steam coming out of his head.
"Ma ma (Now, now), Eriol, it'll be finish in a jiffy, we just want to see if she snores or drools when asleep and if she has a nice room and everything you know," Shaoran said patting Eriol on the head.
"Stop patting me like I'm a four year old, will you?" Eriol said annoyingly as he swats Shaoran's hand away from him.
"Actually, I was patting you like a cat," Shaoran said wryly. Kaho giggled. Eriol on the other hand sweat- dropped not just because of Shaoran's statement but also at the realization that they are all putting on their headsets and a headgear equipped with a video camera and lighting system.
"You never understand any reason did you?" Eriol said with a sigh.
"You're slow. Even I from junior high have figured that out ages ago!" Kaho said with a pout.
Eriol gasped, right now he felt like banging his head in the wall but another side tells him that he needs to stop his friends.
Why did he forget that his friends were the worst trouble makers in the world and that they won't stop as long as the opportunity of pissing him is within their grasps?
"She looks like an angel when asleep," Kaho whispered in awe as she looked at Tomoyo.
"I like her lashes, very long, like that of a porcelain doll," Shaoran said looking at Tomoyo as well keeping his voice down just like the others.
"Guys, really, this is not a good idea," Eriol muttered as he watches them open drawer after drawer of Tomoyo's room.
"I like her room, very feminine yet elegant, it smells like..." Yamazaki said taking a deep breath and not bothering to listen to Eriol's void attempts to stop such silliness.
"Plum blossoms," Eriol supplied dryly. Yamazaki looked at him at the corner of his eye.
"Familiar with your fiancée's smell, are you not?" Yamazaki said with a wicked grin as he practically choked Eriol by placing his right arm on Eriol's neck.
"I just saw her buy a perfume on," he lied.
"Really? I find no perfume on her vanity though," Kaho said as she eyed Tomoyo's vanity area at one corner of the room, where there was nothing but a brush, a number of hairpins, a lip gloss, a powder case and a jewelry box lay. Eriol remained silent while Yamazaki chuckled.
"She's very neat, not a dust on her room I suppose," Yuki-niichan commented running a finger on a bedside table.
Eriol sighed in defeat. Talking to his friends is as good as talking to a brick and he might just as well hit his head on one if Tomoyo wakes up and see them IN HER ROOM, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT like a bunch of weirdoes checking if she drools or snores when asleep... he's literally going to be dead. Somehow he wonders if he was able to make his last will and testament...
"What's this?" Yuki-niichan said looking at a stack of papers atop Tomoyo's neatly organized desk.
"The Tokugawa era started..." he read.
"Why that's our term paper due in two weeks, she finished it already?" Kaho said looking at Yuki-niichan in surprise.
"I guess so, this one is roughly 30 pages," Yuki-niichan said skimming the contents.
"Wow! I haven't even started working on mine yet," Kaho said in awe.
"She writes very well... and with such accuracy," Yuki-niichan said reading a number of lines.
"She seems to take her schoolwork seriously," Kaho said in admiration.
"She's some music lover too," Yamazaki commented looking at a pile of CDs at the desk.
"Arewa? (Isn't that?)" Shaoran said grabbing hold of a metal picture frame at the table. He looked at it carefully, recognizing what it was. It was their picture at the karaoke.
"How sweet!" Kaho squealed as she took it from Shaoran's hands and look at it longer. Beside the said photo was a picture of Tomoyo with a dark brown haired woman with blue eyes and a man with olive green eyes and tousled black hair, it was taken at the beach and they were wearing swimsuits.
"This must be her parents," Kaho said with a smile. Yamazaki and Shaoran looked beside her.
"She surely has some legs there," Yamazaki commented with a smirk.
"Not a scratch on them I bet, Eriol surely is lucky," Shaoran said oblivious to the veins starting to pop on Kaho's head.
"Perverts!" she hissed smacking the two hard. The two bent down in pain.
"Eriol, these are her parents right?" Kaho asked looking at Eriol seating by the couch uneasily.
"Y-yeah... that's Aunt Sonomi and Uncle Henry... "he replied feebly.
"Aunt? Aren't you supposed to call her mother or something?" Kaho said teasingly as Yamazaki and Shaoran put down the things atop a trunk at the edge of the bed to examine its contents.
"Give me a break guys will you, this isn't funny anymore," Eriol said in frustration as he walks to the direction where Touya was fidgeting the bedside table only to trip on the music box lying carelessly on the floor... and to land on Tomoyo's bed, face to face much to his friends delight.
Well, almost anyway if it weren't for his forefingers holding his weight as he struggled with great difficulty to stand up.
"Aren't you guys going to help me?" Eriol said flushed and furious as he eyed the sleeping Tomoyo checking if she was awake.
"Good heavens, she's asleep," Eriol thought to himself.
"Actually, we think you two look lovely together," Yuki-niichan said wickedly.
"Totally perfect," Touya added in satisfaction.
"Say 'cheese'!" Yamazaki said as a flash came and Eriol fell...
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shows Eriols eyes looking around frantically
Eriol: I am so dead... Just what did I do to deserve this?... I never lied... I've always been good... on the previous episodes I've been telling you guys that I'm dead... now... I REALLY AM DEAD!!
I'm going insane... is that the smell of plum blossoms? ... STOP IT ERIOL!
Next on Project Engagement: Chapter 11: Cold War
Read and Review! Adieu!
Sai-chan: Please Review!!!! Amethyst sweet angel-san, prettysammie-san, cyjj-san – ARIGATOU! (",)
On with the fic!
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Chapter 11 – Qualified Score: Tragic Night
Hair freshly damped, body clad with a pink nightgown underneath a white silken robe, right arm occupied by a small ball of dark blue fur and the other by a warm glass of milk. Tomoyo cautiously entered the dimly lit library adjoining the music room, her thoughts wandering on the song playing on her earphones attached to her mobile phone gingerly snuggled in her robe's pocket. The room was spacious, about the size of a ballroom, and the huge paneled windows showcased the beautiful landscape outside as the rain once again poured making the plush blue curtains framing the windows more warm and comforting than ever.
Her fuzzy slippers slightly rubbing against the rug across the room she carefully placed the glass of milk at a perch near the grand piano where a number of crumpled pieces of paper lay forgotten. At one side of the room a fire was crackling vividly radiating its warmth within the library's castle-like walls and watching it flicker brought a sly smile on her pale lips.
Settling herself by the creamy couch with little Suppi purring softly in her lap she found herself humming softly with the song.
Her melodious voice then echoed all over the room breaking the deafening silence as the rain continued to pour, misting the clear windows.
... she just sang... her whole heart actually, like as if she was the only one and little Suppi who exists at that very moment...
...
...
Amidst the song, the rain, the fire, and the rows and rows of wooden bookshelves filled with books as old as who knows what Eriol stood frozen, his hands clutching a hardbound book and his gaze fixed on the lass a couple of feet away from him.
On what he is thinking no one can tell... he just stood there... and frankly speaking he himself doesn't know what he is doing...
"Hey," he heard her say disrupting his thoughts,
"W-what are you doing here?" he managed to mumble walking to the piano bench as if nothing happened. The song was over and yet he has the strangest feeling he can still hear it.
"Now is that possible?" he asked himself mentally as if questioning his sanity.
"I was to go to bed when I saw the light here, you seem to have made quiet a mess here," she replied picking up the crumpled pieces of paper and tossing it to the crackling fire.
"... I-I... Yuki-niichan had me work on a composition for a recording studio, I'm sorry for the mess... that was a nice song," he commented making an effort to clean up the mess he made as he took a seat on the piano bench.
"Oh... I've been listening too much to the radio ...I always loose my head whenever I do, I'm afraid "she replied running a hand on Suppi's dark fur.
"... I've brought you some milk by the way it's not good to stay up late you know," she said taking the tall thin glass from the perch and handing it to Eriol.
"T-thanks," he mumbled.
"No need to, honestly, it's Suppi's leftover after all and I just..." she said nonchalantly that Eriol almost fell from the bench with the glass of milk still in his hands. She giggled.
"I'm just messing you up, really do you think I'll make you drink Suppi's milk?" she said swaying her right hand carelessly and stifling a yawn afterwards as Suppi meowed sweetly on her lap.
"With you, nothing is impossible," he replied rolling his eyes.
"Aren't you going to bed yet?" he asked facing the piano though still mentally aware that Tomoyo was now standing and is walking her way to the bookshelves.
"Nah. I think I'll stay here for a while, I have some reading for Social Studies to do," she said as she fidgets the books in a shelf.
Shrugging Eriol then started to work on the piano while Tomoyo helped herself at the couch reading. Suppi on the other hand is walking from one corner of the room to another just like what any normal cat would do.
---
The grandfather clock struck 12 sending echoing deep iron bells ringing slowly all over the manor as Eriol stifling a yawn closes his workbook. He has been too engrossed with his work which was now half-way finished to notice the time. Standing up he made a mental note to himself to quickly take a shower, change into his pajamas and sleep in his bed for the next hundred years or so – that was his plans until his gaze landed on the sleeping figure behind him – Tomoyo.
He completely forgot about her, well not exactly forgot, but he mistakenly thought that she has already gone to bed ages ago, which is totally the other way around as she was by the couch legs outstretched sleeping innocently with a thick book on her chest and little Suppi sleeping on her lap.
Eriol sighed. At that moment he was already having a battle of wits in his mind. He knew the young lass was tired the whole day accommodating his friends and that perhaps her little body was having a hard time catching up. After all, she has been managing an entire household for almost a week all by herself, considering the fact that she is juggling it with her modeling career and studies. He's not that cold-hearted yet to let her sleep there right?
Eriol sighed once again.
"You're lucky that I'm a gentleman or have I totally left you here in the cold you know," he chuckled as he took the book Tomoyo has been reading awhile ago and placed it at a side table. With yet another sigh he then carried the sleeping Tomoyo in his arms careful not to awaken her and yet not minding to wake little Suppi.
He was honestly expecting her to be a bit heavy considering the enormous amounts of sweets she takes everyday and the big lunch boxes she always make, but much to his surprise she was fairly light that he carried her without any difficulty. Walking his way to the staircase, he found himself once again caught by a familiar scent. His note twitched and his mind mentally reminded him that it was the smell of plum blossoms. He looked at Tomoyo who much to his surprise snuggled close on his chest and realized that it was her where the scent radiated. And now that he thinks about it, Tomoyo seemed much calmer and collected when asleep.
"As the old saying goes, the evil looks good when they're asleep, e?" he chuckled as Suppi followed from behind. Which was100% true, Tomoyo will never look as beautiful as she is than that moment, the toil of the day has taken on her and she was deeply asleep, her face beautiful pale and her lashes curled like crescents.
He then quickly averted his gaze to the hallway silently cursing his self for being at a daze.
"Surely, you are sleepy Eriol, perhaps you should put the lady into bed at once so you can have a sleep of your own as well," he said to himself as he walk to the hallway leading to Tomoyo's bedroom door saying the said statement a number of times as if to convince himself.
With but a little effort he managed to open the door with his right hand without waking the sleeping figure in his arms. Opening the dark room he caught notice of a number of very familiar shadows tiptoeing rather noisily.
"Darega? (Who's there?)" he demanded switching the lights on and revealing to his emerald green eyes the worst nightmare he ever had...
...
"Hel-lo! Wow! Didn't expect you to make a move on her that early," Yamazaki greeted in a sing-song manner waving murderously at Eriol to cover up the "tip-toeing-way-too-loud-stunt" he and the others have been engaged a couple of seconds ago. Had it been a couple of hours later or perhaps earlier, Eriol would have laughed lying flat on his stomach at the way his friends looked, but unluckily it was twelve midnight and he was sleepy and terribly exhausted and Tomoyo was still in his arms and he was mostly uncomfortable at the situation.
"Shut up! S-she fell asleep at the study, I'm just putting her to bed..." he explained without being asked as he placed Tomoyo in her satin covered bed and pulled the sheets on her. Yamazaki and the others sniggered in reply.
"How kind of you!" Shaoran said in mock awe as he clapped his hands together. Eriol glared.
"Just how on earth did you guys get here anyway?" Eriol demanded regaining his composure.
"Asides from getting our way to the very tight security we climbed through the balcony for you to know," Touya said good-naturedly like it was the most natural thing for them to do in the middle of the night that Eriol could have puked.
"It's the middle of the night! WHAT IN THE NAME OF WHO-KNOWS-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Eriol asked furious.
"Hush now, you wouldn't want to wake poor little Tomoyo do you? Why she's such an angel!" Kaho hissed with a sly smile.
"Well, we are on our way home when we realized that we haven't finished our evaluation of Tomoyo-chan yet," Yuki-niichan said helping Touya take something out of a black suitcase.
"Madada?! (Not yet?!) Haven't you had enough?" Eriol exclaimed steam coming out of his head.
"Ma ma (Now, now), Eriol, it'll be finish in a jiffy, we just want to see if she snores or drools when asleep and if she has a nice room and everything you know," Shaoran said patting Eriol on the head.
"Stop patting me like I'm a four year old, will you?" Eriol said annoyingly as he swats Shaoran's hand away from him.
"Actually, I was patting you like a cat," Shaoran said wryly. Kaho giggled. Eriol on the other hand sweat- dropped not just because of Shaoran's statement but also at the realization that they are all putting on their headsets and a headgear equipped with a video camera and lighting system.
"You never understand any reason did you?" Eriol said with a sigh.
"You're slow. Even I from junior high have figured that out ages ago!" Kaho said with a pout.
Eriol gasped, right now he felt like banging his head in the wall but another side tells him that he needs to stop his friends.
Why did he forget that his friends were the worst trouble makers in the world and that they won't stop as long as the opportunity of pissing him is within their grasps?
"She looks like an angel when asleep," Kaho whispered in awe as she looked at Tomoyo.
"I like her lashes, very long, like that of a porcelain doll," Shaoran said looking at Tomoyo as well keeping his voice down just like the others.
"Guys, really, this is not a good idea," Eriol muttered as he watches them open drawer after drawer of Tomoyo's room.
"I like her room, very feminine yet elegant, it smells like..." Yamazaki said taking a deep breath and not bothering to listen to Eriol's void attempts to stop such silliness.
"Plum blossoms," Eriol supplied dryly. Yamazaki looked at him at the corner of his eye.
"Familiar with your fiancée's smell, are you not?" Yamazaki said with a wicked grin as he practically choked Eriol by placing his right arm on Eriol's neck.
"I just saw her buy a perfume on," he lied.
"Really? I find no perfume on her vanity though," Kaho said as she eyed Tomoyo's vanity area at one corner of the room, where there was nothing but a brush, a number of hairpins, a lip gloss, a powder case and a jewelry box lay. Eriol remained silent while Yamazaki chuckled.
"She's very neat, not a dust on her room I suppose," Yuki-niichan commented running a finger on a bedside table.
Eriol sighed in defeat. Talking to his friends is as good as talking to a brick and he might just as well hit his head on one if Tomoyo wakes up and see them IN HER ROOM, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT like a bunch of weirdoes checking if she drools or snores when asleep... he's literally going to be dead. Somehow he wonders if he was able to make his last will and testament...
"What's this?" Yuki-niichan said looking at a stack of papers atop Tomoyo's neatly organized desk.
"The Tokugawa era started..." he read.
"Why that's our term paper due in two weeks, she finished it already?" Kaho said looking at Yuki-niichan in surprise.
"I guess so, this one is roughly 30 pages," Yuki-niichan said skimming the contents.
"Wow! I haven't even started working on mine yet," Kaho said in awe.
"She writes very well... and with such accuracy," Yuki-niichan said reading a number of lines.
"She seems to take her schoolwork seriously," Kaho said in admiration.
"She's some music lover too," Yamazaki commented looking at a pile of CDs at the desk.
"Arewa? (Isn't that?)" Shaoran said grabbing hold of a metal picture frame at the table. He looked at it carefully, recognizing what it was. It was their picture at the karaoke.
"How sweet!" Kaho squealed as she took it from Shaoran's hands and look at it longer. Beside the said photo was a picture of Tomoyo with a dark brown haired woman with blue eyes and a man with olive green eyes and tousled black hair, it was taken at the beach and they were wearing swimsuits.
"This must be her parents," Kaho said with a smile. Yamazaki and Shaoran looked beside her.
"She surely has some legs there," Yamazaki commented with a smirk.
"Not a scratch on them I bet, Eriol surely is lucky," Shaoran said oblivious to the veins starting to pop on Kaho's head.
"Perverts!" she hissed smacking the two hard. The two bent down in pain.
"Eriol, these are her parents right?" Kaho asked looking at Eriol seating by the couch uneasily.
"Y-yeah... that's Aunt Sonomi and Uncle Henry... "he replied feebly.
"Aunt? Aren't you supposed to call her mother or something?" Kaho said teasingly as Yamazaki and Shaoran put down the things atop a trunk at the edge of the bed to examine its contents.
"Give me a break guys will you, this isn't funny anymore," Eriol said in frustration as he walks to the direction where Touya was fidgeting the bedside table only to trip on the music box lying carelessly on the floor... and to land on Tomoyo's bed, face to face much to his friends delight.
Well, almost anyway if it weren't for his forefingers holding his weight as he struggled with great difficulty to stand up.
"Aren't you guys going to help me?" Eriol said flushed and furious as he eyed the sleeping Tomoyo checking if she was awake.
"Good heavens, she's asleep," Eriol thought to himself.
"Actually, we think you two look lovely together," Yuki-niichan said wickedly.
"Totally perfect," Touya added in satisfaction.
"Say 'cheese'!" Yamazaki said as a flash came and Eriol fell...
---
shows Eriols eyes looking around frantically
Eriol: I am so dead... Just what did I do to deserve this?... I never lied... I've always been good... on the previous episodes I've been telling you guys that I'm dead... now... I REALLY AM DEAD!!
I'm going insane... is that the smell of plum blossoms? ... STOP IT ERIOL!
Next on Project Engagement: Chapter 11: Cold War
Read and Review! Adieu!
Sai-chan: Please Review!!!! Amethyst sweet angel-san, prettysammie-san, cyjj-san – ARIGATOU! (",)