Disclaimer: I've put this thing up every chapter of every story that I made… Isn't it clear yet that I do not own them?

Author's blabbering: Okay, the 14th installation of The Testament. Finally! That darn, dang and damned Swiss Miss doesn't even work to cure my writer's block! Actually, the 15th chapter is still on the drafting period. Meaning I haven't got serious and definitive ideas yet. Which means I haven't even started yet. So… I guess it would take long before I add the next chapter. Thanks a lot again to my beautiful and nice (I'm not flattering her) beta-reader Daidouji Dana-san! Arigato, arigato, arigato!

Anyway, I really apologize for the Mistaken Identity… I'm going to finish it, promise… Not just now since my so-called brother brought my diskette (which contains the next chapters of the story) to Ireland, thinking it was his (He stupidly got mine and left his own)… How annoying! And since I've made it a long time ago, I have no idea what it contains. And to add to my miserable existence, I have a serious and grave writer's block. I couldn't think of new ideas really.

But to compensate, I'm making a new story (SxS). It's another romance slash humor story… I was thinking of making it an ExT but it doesn't suit them well, especially Tomoyo…

And we're back to our favorite… Answer your reviewers! (applause, applause!)

Majah: I'm back, finally… I couldn't sleep well on that stupid futon, for goodness' sake! The one where Eriol answered Nakuru etc, etc? Oh, I'm sure we'll get to the bottom of that soon… (mischievous grin) … Who? My brother? Eriol-kun? Ahahaha! Now that's hilarious! Nope, I didn't use him as my pattern.

Glorygirl264: Yes, did you know that too much caffeine can lead to the malfunctioning of your brain? That's right. You get crazy when you drink too much… (-.-)

nOnymOus: you haven't read a single word of it yet it's "astig"? Wow… you must be a psychic then like me! (points at herself)

tritomy99: Hah, hear that again, onii-chan? I'm good in English! And I'm not a crappy writer!

Hi-5: You guys have to forgive me… Read the paragraphs above…

TinyTerry: Are you a girl or a guy? Because there's this Terry I know… From Batman Beyond… (ignore me, please…)

Katrina: No! Never, ever wish to have a big brother! And not just one! You'll regret the day you made that wish! Anyway, give me your cell number and I'll txt you, okay? Para malaman mo kung kelan ako mag-uupdate… Mr. Teddy is actually named as Snufflelopagus… Ask my soon-to-be sister-in-law why she named that…

Trickmaster-lilica: Really? Thanks for the compliment! I'm flattered!

Akizuki Sai: Ai, juice ko! Baket hindi kita nkita nung enrollment? Cguro masyado lng kc akong nag-iingay dun ksma ung iba kong mga kasma… haha… Anong oras polsci mo? Bigay ko sched ko pra lam ko kung meron tyong magkasmng subject…

Cristal-shian: I doubt I could find an Eriol in England… Well, it's just a doubt… But that Shuei Li got some style, really.

Tsubame7: You are so far gone, Tsubame… And I mean it…

Elvirna: Where's the pom-poms? I love pom-poms!

Cloverluck11: You might be wondering where I got that "dating" idea… I got it when my good ole cold-as-a-laconic-snowman of a brother decided to go on a mandatory date on one of the girls from Leander's class who seems to have a crush on him… Of course, kuya Lex didn't approve of it for one sec…

Momo-chan1: (whacks Eriol-kun with her parasol) I love parasols! Especially those white lacy ones from old movies!

JoJo: Yes, like Tsubame, you are so far gone…

Sakatrina90: My college papers suck! Yes, they suck! But finally, I got my UP ID! So great… So wonderful…

Crayon-Eater Aya: Maraming cute? Ha! Tama ka dyan, sis! Nagkaroon nga ako ng stiff neck dahil lingon ako ng lingon kung san-san… Lahat kc ng lugar may wafu… lolz…

So, that's basically it… And right now, I'm listening to that song of Mia Campbell from Gundam SEED Destiny, Quiet Night C.E. 73… She can be such a bi—g jerk!

CHAPTER 14: A PRESIDENT'S PRESCRIPTION

It was another busy day for Chief Executive Officer Eriol Hiiragizawa and although Nakuru offered to finish most of his paperwork, he still felt that his desk is filled with clutter. There were still unsigned papers, several different-colored pens (that he unintentionally took from Tomoyo's pen pot) and photos of Li's family from China. He had no idea why he even had those pictures.

Busy days also meant people barging through your doors without warning. And that was what Eriol first got as an early greeting that morning.

"Damn, Hiiragizawa, where the hell were you yesterday?"

Usually Eriol would yell at that person for (1)disturbing the silence of his office, (2)shouting at him and (3)barging through his door without warning. It was his job to barge through doors, not the newcomer. But then, this newcomer is different from other newcomers. Different in a sense that he's Li Syaoran.

"Let me remind you, Li, that this is my office, not a sports stadium," he remarked mildly, not looking up from his work. "Oh, and welcome back, Li. How was your trip to Japan?"

"Don't you 'welcome back, Li' me!" the Li Clan Head retorted. "Where were you yesterday? I was waiting all day for you at the goddamn airport! You didn't show up!"

Eriol raised his gaze from the papers he was signing, a frown etched on his face. "Yesterday… But I thought…" He stared at him inquiringly. "Was yesterday Friday?"

"No, it was Thursday!" Syaoran replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Of course it was Friday, you idiot! I swear, you should go back to kindergarten and learn your calendar!"

"Oh, shut up, Li," Eriol said dismissively. "I've completely forgotten yesterday. I was busy—"

"Busy dating Tomoyo, that's what!"

The young CEO looked at him with mild disdain. "I am not dating Daidouji, for your information. Besides, the reason I took her out the day before yesterday was because Nakuru forced me."

"Yeah right! Should I believe that?"

"Yeah, you should," Eriol replied shortly before pulling a drawer and taking out several folders. "These—" He handed them to Li. "—Are papers that needs your signature. Give them back pronto. I need them."

Syaoran cocked an eyebrow at him. "Why didn't you just sign it?"

"I couldn't," he answered matter-of-factly. "Because I'm the Chief Executive Officer, not the Vice President for Marketing."

"You're just lazy."

"If I were lazy, my desk would be as clean as yours. In other words, messy."

The auburn-haired young man was about to retort again when the door flew open again. Eriol let out an exasperated sigh as the person strode in purposefully. So early in the morning and yet he already has so many visitors bugging him. Did the universe conspire against him again? And where was his secretary who was supposed to call him up whenever there are people coming?

"You know, civil people have this thing called ethics," Eriol said flatly. "They knock first before entering."

Tomoyo smiled brightly at Syaoran, deliberately ignoring her irate CEO. Not that it was anything new. "Oh, hi, Syaoran-kun! How are you? How was your trip to Japan?"

"Am I going to be ignored here?" Eriol said loudly but the two didn't pay attention to him.

"It was great. I got a free holiday and would get paid at the end of the month." Syaoran grinned, incensing the already incensed CEO. "Anyway, I got you some lavender and chamomile tea. Kinomoto-sensei told me you like them."

The raven-haired Head placed a few folders on Eriol's desk before turning back to Syaoran, a knowing smile on her lips. "Ah, so you've met the family already!" she remarked lightly. "How nice!"

"Hello? Am I a statue here!"

"Yeah, if having been threatened can be called nice," Li replied sullenly, ignoring Eriol. Obviously, he was referring to the older Kinomoto sibling, known for his hostility towards XY-celled creatures who try to make a move towards his sister and his cousin.

"Don't worry, not only you got a dose of Touya-kun's wrath." She giggled lightly, recalling that phone incident once more.

Syaoran smirked. "Yeah, I bet."

"I will not sit here and be ignored all day!" Eriol said loudly and the two looked at him mildly as if they just noticed him now. "Instead of doing your jobs, you're wasting your time here chatting. And instead of doing my own job, I'm forced to listen to you because you're standing in front of my desk, talking."

"Why, Hiiragizawa-kun, Syaoran-kun was just telling me how wonderful his vacation at Japan was!" Tomoyo exclaimed, faking a shocked voice.

The dark-haired man scowled at her. "He didn't go to Japan for a vacation! He went there for business matters!"

"Oh, Hiiragizawa-kun! Are you having PMS again?" the young lady smiled at him mildly.

Eriol stared at her flatly. "You know that wouldn't work on me anymore, Daidouji." She playfully stuck out a tongue at him and he raised an amused eyebrow at her before he started browsing the folders she just laid on his desk, nodding every now and then wordlessly.

Syaoran cleared his throat, eyeing the busy CEO. "You know, Daidouji-san, I was wondering if you're free for lunch so we could talk about my trip to Japan."

Eriol looked up at him, a frown on his face, but said nothing in response.

Tomoyo nodded her head smilingly. "That's a wonderful idea, Syaoran-kun!" she replied cheerfully. "I'd love to have lunch with you. You'll have to tell me everything you did there!" She glanced at Eriol and noticed the dark, evil aura surrounding the CEO. "You want to come, Hiiragizawa-kun?"

"I'm busy," was his short, curt reply.

She shrugged and then grinned at Syaoran who was snickering inwardly at Eriol. Apparently, the Li heir is sharper and more cunning than others, so much that he already noticed what the other was thinking.

"Ah, don't mind Hiiragizawa. He's always busy!" Syaoran said loudly and the blue-eyed young man scowled at him.

Tomoyo smiled softly. "Well, not always," she replied. "He did take me out last Wednesday at the Kew Gardens…" Eriol threw her an unreadable expression. "But still! … Anyway, Syaoran-kun, did you see…"

The two started for the door, chatting nonchalantly and blatantly ignoring the silently fuming CEO behind the desk. Syaoran opened and held the door for Tomoyo who was still narrating animatedly, a bright smile on her lips. The young woman didn't even bother to say goodbye to him. After they had left, Eriol snapped the folder on his desk then leaned back on his comfy Executive chair, sulking.

"Eriol!" Nakuru bounded inside the office brightly then faltered when she saw the dark expression on her cousin's face. "What's wrong now?"

The dark-haired man didn't reply, just continued to glare at his table like it had spouted colorful profanities at his face. But then, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know what was happening inside the CEO's mind and body.

It seems like the green monster of jealousy has finally graced Eriol Hiiragizawa with its presence.

"So, tell me all about your trip to Japan," Tomoyo said brightly to Syaoran later at lunch.

They decided to just have lunch at the cafeteria rather than go out of the building and face a mob of paparazzi and reporters. Clearly, the rumors haven't died yet and it wouldn't really help them if the press suddenly includes Syaoran in the picture as a third party.

"What do you think of my hometown now?"

Syaoran smiled at her gently. "It's really a wonderful place, Daidouji-san," he replied lightly. "And I'm not wondering anymore why you're really nice since the Japanese people are very kind and hospitable."

Tomoyo giggled behind her hand. "Are you pertaining to the whole population or just my cousin?"

Almost immediately, the young man turned into a full-blown tomato. "D-Daidouji-san…"

"No, really," she said dismissively, placing her chin on her palm and staring at him intently. "What do you think of Sakura-chan?"

Syaoran gulped. He knew he had to be very honest with his answer. He remembered what Sakura told him about Tomoyo, that her dark-haired cousin could be very crafty and devious and violent when it comes to discussing about her. "Ah, well, Kinomoto-san is very polite and cheerful and kind."

"Uh-huh," she said with a wry nod. "So, basically, you're just giving me the overview of my cousin that other men had given me before. Tell me, what do you really think of her?"

Syaoran gazed at her straight in the eyes. "Kinomoto-san is different from other girls," he replied gently. "She's so… unique. I couldn't explain it, but whenever I see her, it's like, I don't know… Her smiles and laughter are very infectious and she has a kind, sensitive heart. She's a really beautiful person, inside and out."

Tomoyo grinned. "That's our Cherry Blossom all right!" she said, sipping her iced tea. "So now, I guess, you already know why Touya, and I'd have to include myself as well, are very protective of her."

"Of course." Tomoyo could really see how much Syaoran likes Sakura, especially when his usually sharp and cold amber eyes soften and melt like wax on fire.

"So…" She twirled her fork in her pasta. "Did you take her out or anything?"

"I asked her out to dinner a couple of times," he admitted slightly sheepishly. "I was going to ask her out to Disneyland two days before I leave but her brother interrupted and told me to go home and get a good night's rest."

Tomoyo giggled. "Typical Touya," she remarked then ate her pasta, chewing thoughtfully and swallowing. "What did you guys talk about?"

"Stuff…" Syaoran grinned at her awkwardly, scratching his cheek with a finger. "Mostly about her University, my work, London, you… She was wondering what type of guy Hiiragizawa is, actually, and what's the relationship between the both of you."

"What did you tell her?"

"I told her that you argue a lot," he said with a grin. "I told her that you both fight like cats and dogs. Of course, he always loses to you."

"He should!" Tomoyo exclaimed mischievously. "I'm the boss here, right?"

"Right!" The two laughed heartily over lunch until Syaoran noticed a flicker of emotion in the lilac-eyed young lady. He faltered then smiled at her kindly. "So… Did Hiiragizawa really take you out on a date?"

"Ah, well…" She smiled at him slightly before turning to her food. "I'm not even sure if you could call that a date since Nakuru-chan just, well, planned everything out."

"But he did ask you out, right?"

"Sure he did, after a heck lot of cajoling and wheedling from Nakuru-chan," she said with a laugh that she knew, and Syaoran KNEW, was just a forced one. "Nakuru-chan sure is lively."

"It's not a date, is it?" he asked her, gazing keenly at her.

She shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't know… How do you know if it's a date or not?"

"I don't know either…"

Tomoyo stared at him in disbelief then laughed lightly. This time, she meant it. "You're so silly, Syaoran-kun!" she remarked, wiping her mouth with her napkin. "Well, I guess he didn't actually count it as a date. More like a friendly gesture. A friendly stroll out in the park, something like that…"

"Are you sure?"

She looked up at him, bewildered by his question. "Huh? I don't think I got what you're trying to say…"

He continued to stare at her, his gaze unwavering. "Are you sure you wanted it just that way? Just a friendly gesture?"

Eriol was sulky that whole afternoon. Actually, the word 'sulky' was even an understatement. When Eriol is sulky, he mutters darkly under his breath, breaks a few things here and there, litters several paper balls on the carpeted floor and glares at innocent inanimate objects that have done nothing wrong. But when 'sulky' becomes an understatement for Eriol, it turns into a whole new meaning of being 'sulky'. And in his case, this only happens when he's really, truly, positively annoyed at something. Or… Eriol Hiiragizawa is sick.

"Eriol, you're not listening!" Nakuru whined as she explained to the listless CEO the details of the financial report for that month.

"Hn," was the response she got from the listless CEO.

Indeed, Eriol was in his sulky-becomes-an-understatement mode. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, forcing herself to calm down and not hit the said listless CEO with the paperweight on his desk. No, she can't get mad or annoyed at him, not a week before Christmas, or else she wouldn't get that new cell phone she was asking for.

"You're here again?"

She blinked at him twice, absorbing what he just said. "Actually, I've been standing here for an hour now, Eriol," she replied flatly. "And I've been telling you for the 10th time that our profits have risen to 25 percent because of the holiday, a bit higher than last year's."

"Hn."

Nakuru placed her hands on her hips then pouted at Eriol. "All right, buster, if you're not going to listen then I might as well just go to Tomoyo-chan and report—"

"Where's Li?" he asked, looking up at her.

Again, she blinked twice as if surprised at what he just said. Okay, if this was the Random Insanity that Kaho and Tomoyo were telling her a few days ago—

"Where's Li?" he repeated his inquiry, this time, louder and more irritated-sounding.

"How am I supposed to know? I'm not his baby-sitter!" she cried in disbelief.

"Fine. Leave then."

"It's already 9 so I'd be going home now. You should too."

"I'd go home a bit later. Just leave me alone."

"Eriol, you look paler than usual—"

"Leave, Nakuru."

Nakuru gaped at him for a minute then huffed and stormed out of the office, muttering darkly under her breath something about PMS-stricken CEOs and their caprices.

After she had gone, Eriol placed his tired, aching head on the table, accidentally banging himself. He groaned as his headache throbbed, threatening to split his head into two. He raised a hand and felt his temperature. He was considerably hot… No, warmer than usual. But that was probably because of the air conditioner. His hands were cold and clearly, when you placed a cold hand on your neck or forehead, you'd feel hot, right?

But then, why was he feeling light-headed and his vision swimming?

He closed his eyes. Maybe after a few minutes of sleep, it'd all go away, the pain of his headache, and he'd be back to normal. Yeah, that's right… Just sleep…

But the moment he closed his eyes, slumber washed over him like a wave and his thoughts were almost immediately deleted when his whole body shut down. He didn't even hear his door opening and the cry of "Hiiragizawa-kun" from a shocked President.

Tomoyo was confused, lost, bewildered, shocked, stunned or whatever word that describes someone who had momentarily underwent a brain lapse because of an incident or situation they had seen, heard or felt.

She had just come in to deliver some folders and say goodbye to Eriol, when she found him, slumped on his table, his eyes closed. Her blood froze and a cold shiver ran down her spine as she stared at the inert body of her CEO. One question ran through her mind: Is he dead?

She dropped the folders onto the floor and hurried to him, frowning anxiously. She placed a hand on his forehead then let out a sigh of relief. A dead person is never warm. But… She felt his temperature again and let out another sigh, this time, of worry. A normal person isn't this warm. No, cross that. A normal person isn't burning hot.

"Hiiragizawa-kun! Hiiragizawa-kun!" She gently slapped his cheeks, hoping it would wake him up, but all she receive was a groan. She sighed again.

Okay, now what to do with a sick man sleeping on his desk? … Right, I should make him lie first comfortably on a flat surface… like a bed or a couch!

She stared at Eriol. Now that he's asleep, if she'd carry him, she'd probably collapse the moment she lifted him. He's asleep, for God's sake! He would be a dead weight! And if she would carry him then collapse, she might die of suffocation, buried underneath him.

Eriol wasn't large but he wasn't small either. He wasn't fat but then, he was well-built. Meaning he has compacted muscles and sinew right there on his whole body. And just like what she had learned in Biology Class, compacted muscles are heavier than fat. And to add, he's a male and males usually have heavier bones than those of a female.

Yeah, and add his over-inflated ego and I'd be dead!

Tomoyo sighed again. She wanted to run out and ask for help but she couldn't leave him. Besides, it was already late. Most of the employees had gone home already and she couldn't waste her time looking for the janitors. She just have to do it by herself.

All right! Just good luck to myself!

She took off her jacket and stared at the body in front of her. Slowly, and painstakingly, she lifted Eriol's arms and placed them around her neck. She then placed her arms around his waist, supporting him, until she had lifted him out of his seat. But the moment she had lifted him, her knees buckled at his weight. She gritted her teeth.

"You know… Hiiragizawa-kun…" she gasped, breathing deeply, then glanced down at him. "You should… lose some… weight…"

It was different from the airport incident. Sure, she supported him to the car, but he was half-awake. He was walking, even though he was walking like a drunken man. But this…

She looked up at the couch and sighed again. That was probably the 4th or 5th sigh she exhaled that hour. The couch was so near, just a few feet away from her, but with the weight she was carrying on her shoulders, it felt like a mile away.

Taking one step at a time, she half-carried, half-dragged the cataleptic man using all the force she could muster. And when she had finally, after what felt like an eternity, reached the couch, she unceremoniously threw him on it, ignoring his groan, and flexed her shoulders and neck. Never in her life would she carry an unconscious Eriol again!

She collapsed on one of the armchairs and gazed at him pensively for a moment or two. His groan, probably in pain, startled her train of thoughts and she jumped to her feet.

Okay, when someone is sick with fever, place a cold compress on his forehead.

Tomoyo looked around for a cloth and when she found none, she pulled out her handkerchief, soaked it with cold water from the mini-ref then placed it on the young man's burning forehead.

Next, keep him warm and comfortable.

She grabbed her discarded jacket and placed it around him. She then went back to his desk, took the remote of the air-con and lowered the temperature of the room. About the comfort part, she couldn't do anything. He's inside the office. Of course there'll be no bed!

If he's awake, give him some medication. If he's asleep, well, wait for him to wake up then give him some medication.

She sat down again, feeling tired and exhausted herself. She placed her elbows on her knees and cupped her chin, staring at him. "That's your fault, Hiiragizawa-kun," she murmured. "You're working too hard too much… Now look at you. You're sick…"

She glanced at her watch. 9:45. She thanked God tomorrow was Sunday or else she'd be a zombie when she goes to work. She glanced at Eriol again. She'd probably pull an all-nighter here so, rising to her feet, she got to the counter and prepared herself some coffee.

It was half-past 10 when Eriol woke up, his head still feeling light and his vision still swimming. "What…" He looked around and found Tomoyo, seated on an armchair, reading some paperwork while drinking coffee. "Daidouji."

The young woman looked up at him and smiled. "Finally, you're awake!"

He placed a hand on his eyes then felt something wet on his forehead. He pulled it off and found out it was a cold compress. "Where am I?"

"Your office," she replied matter-of-factly, kneeling beside him and touching his forehead. "Hmm… Your fever hasn't gone down yet." She gently took the compress from him, soaked it in cold water again then placed it on his forehead.

"Well, at least I don't have to carry you now," she said with a chuckle and stood up.

Eriol frowned at what she said, confused, before he realized he was lying on his couch. "You carried me all the way from my table?"

"Yup! And let me tell you that you're really heavy!" she remarked dryly. "I nearly cracked my neck!"

"Sorry…"

She placed her hands on her hips and stared at him. "You should be!" she chided. "If you're going to overwork your body like this, then just kill yourself for the benefit of everyone! You're obviously exhausted and tired and you still keep on working. That's probably why you got sick! Fatigue!"

"Sorry…"

"Just… Just be careful next time, will you?" She walked over to the bathroom and started washing her empty mug. "You know, if I was cold-hearted and callous, I would have left you here on your own! God knows what might've happened to you then!"

"Look, Hiiragizawa-kun, I can't always be here to check if you're sick or not! And you should've told someone. I mean, I met Nakuru-chan in the hallway but she didn't tell me anything." She wiped her hands dry with a paper towel then brought the mug to the counter. When she went back to him, she found him asleep again.

I should've just talked to the wall!

Now that he was asleep again, she couldn't possibly drag him to his car all the way to the basement. She already had a hard time bringing him from his desk to the couch. What more if she drag him to the basement?

Whipping out her cell, she speed-dialed a number. "Hello, Alfred-san? It's me, Tomoyo! I'm still at the office and I really need help here…"

Tomoyo's bodyguards and drivers are at her beck and call. So when their young mistress called for help, they immediately rushed to the towers in a few minutes to help her. They carried Eriol to the waiting limousine then drove them back to the estate.

Inside the car, Tomoyo dialed another number. The answering machine responded to her call. "Hello, Nakuru-chan? It's me, Tomoyo. You might be wondering where Hiiragizawa-kun is right now. He's at my house right now. I found him sick and asleep inside his office earlier so I decided to just bring him home. Drop by tomorrow okay? Ja!" She hung the line then cast her gaze to the young man lying on her lap, wrapped in a thick blanket.

"See, Hiiragizawa-kun? You're a real pain for everyone here! You should get well already!" she said softly, brushing a few of his locks away from his face. "Nakuru-chan is probably worried right now since you didn't come home!"

"And now, I'm burdened to take care of you!" She sighed, blowing some of her bangs. "I'm supposed to be asleep in bed right now. I'm supposed to be relaxing. But, no, you ruined my plans for tomorrow! Instead of going out for shopping, I have to stay home and look after you. See? You're a burden here!"

She threw a glance out the window and watched the snow gently fall like glitters in the wind. She then looked back at her 'patient for the day'.

Eriol looked so calm and gentle when asleep. He looked so relaxed that she almost didn't recognize the person who constantly argued, challenged and scolded her. He was already handsome when he looks stern or bored or angry, but he's so much good-looking when—

Whoa! Alarm bells rang inside her head. Wait a minute! Did she just call him good-looking in the last statement? And handsome in the statement before that?

She smiled ruefully. "If you'd hear me say these things, you'd probably be smirking at me right now, you idiot!" His response was only a slight groan and she giggled. "Mou, Hiiragizawa-kun! Where would you be right now if I didn't find you in your office?"

" Lady Tomoyo."

She raised her gaze to her driver who was glancing at her through the power window inside the limousine. "Hai?"

" Sir Alfred is asking if he would have dinner prepared for you."

"Yes, and please tell Kaye-chan to prepare the guest room on the second floor," she replied softly, glancing at the slumbering Eriol. "We have a guest tonight."

Eriol woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and a realization that he wasn't in his room. He sat up, a hand on his throbbing temple, and looked around. The room was too bright, too cheerful and too Victorian-looking to be his dark-blue contemporary-styled room. He glanced down at himself and his business suit was gone, replaced by black silk pajamas. With everything around him, he was half-expecting a barely-clad woman lying asleep beside him.

He frowned, trying to recall what had happened. He was feeling dizzy so he slept on his desk back at the Tower. And when he woke up later that evening, he was lying on his couch, dragged by Daidouji—Right! He must be in the Daidouji estate. Tomoyo must've brought him here.

Without any help?

That obviously wasn't possible. She did mention that she had a hard time carrying him to the sofa. What more to the basement and here.

She probably called for her bodyguards… Yeah, that must be it…

His moment of peace and solitude lasted for about two minutes though and he nearly jumped a foot in the air when the door to his room crashed against the wall. After a moment, a blur of white and auburn ran inside the room and tackled him head on. He let out a cry of pain and colorful profanities when his throbbing head hit the wooden backboard.

"Get off me!" he growled, pushing the heavy body on top of him. He glared at Nakuru who now sat on the bed opposite him, looking tearful. "You didn't have to wrestle me, you know!"

The young woman cried and threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, Eriol! I was so worried! I thought something happened to you!"

"Don't worry, Akizuki, I doubt Hiiragizawa would get hurt even if you bang his head on a concrete wall."

Eriol raised his gaze to the owner of the voice then narrowed his eyes at his Marketing VP. "What are you doing here, Li?" he hissed.

"I invited him to my house," came a cheery voice from the doorway and Tomoyo stepped inside with a silver tray in her hands and a wry smile on her face. "Ohayo, Sleeping Beauty! I hope you got your beauty sleep last night because I sure didn't."

The young man pried Nakuru away from him as Tomoyo sat down and felt his forehead. "Your fever has gone considerably down," she said brightly. "But you still need your bed rest, just like what the doctor told us."

"Aww, is little Hiiragizawa sick because of working too much?" Syaoran snickered at him and Eriol fought the urge to sock him with a pillow. "Anyway, I'm going to leave now that he looks already murderous. I'm pretty sure he's fine now."

The dark-haired heiress smiled at him. "You'll be back for lunch, ne?"

"Yeah," Li answered, slipping his hands in his pockets. "Well, I'll see you later, little Hiiragizawa!" He turned heel and started walking down the corridor outside, before Eriol could do any damage to him.

Nakuru jumped to her feet and ran to Syaoran. "I'll just walk Syaoran to his car!" she called before slamming the door close.

"So, first off, breakfast!" Tomoyo said cheerfully, taking the tray and placed it on the breakfast table on the bed. "You have to eat this because I cooked it, okay?" She handed him the spoon.

"Aren't you going to spoon-feed me?" he asked lazily. "I'm sick."

"In your dreams, Hiiragizawa-kun," she replied airily, walking to the French windows and pulling away the draperies, letting the morning sunlight come in. "I can see that you look pretty fine now."

"Right," Eriol shot back sarcastically, letting the golden broth trickle down from the silver spoon back to the porcelain bowl.

"Look, Hiiragizawa-kun, I already made you a favor of taking care and bringing you into my house when you got sick, okay?" She smiled at him sweetly. "If I wasn't compassionate enough, I would've have left you in the Towers for the janitors to find."

"If you're so compassionate, then do me a favor and help me eat," he said flatly.

"I didn't say I was that compassionate," she said slowly as if explaining to a toddler. "I just said I was compassionate enough. My compassion towards other people is almost the same as my patience, you know. They run out as well."

Eriol raised an eyebrow at her but said nothing.

She went back to him and plopped on the bed, a playful smile on her face. "C'mon, you gotta eat it up!" she coaxed him. "I even cooked it for you!"

"Are you sure you didn't put any poison in it?" He stared at the soup suspiciously.

"Ask Syaoran-kun! I asked him to stir it for a while," she said lightly and he scowled at her. "I swear I didn't put anything in it. Promise."

She watched as he ate his food quietly and without protest. "Ne, Hiiragizawa-kun?"

"Hmm?"

"About last Wednesday… Was it really a date?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know… what do you think?"

"Didn't that whole day filled with incessant and pointless conversations, arguments and food trips qualify as a date?"

She shrugged. "I have no idea…"

He looked up at her, an eyebrow raised in amusement. "Okay, let me ask you this question: Did you enjoy that whole day filled with incessant and pointless conversations, arguments and food trips?"

She nodded meekly and he snorted. "Then, Daidouji, that was a date," he said evenly. "A date, in my opinion, is something when two people from the opposite sex enjoy the company of each other. So, unless you're lying through your teeth, then I'd say it's a date since I enjoyed your company as well."

"But you were just forced by Nakuru-chan to go with me…"

"Nah," he said dismissively, swallowing a spoonful of the soup. "She'd done just half. The other half was my decision, wasn't it? I decided to come with you and, well, have fun."

"But—"

"No buts! It's a date. Period. Case closed!"

She smiled slightly and sighed in relief inwardly. Maybe she was wrong about him after all…

After breakfast, she gave him a small cup of liquid green stuff. Eriol stared at it disdainfully. She forced it in his hands then glared at him as if daring him not to drink it. He forced it back in her hands.

"Drink it."

"No."

"It's your medicine."

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'?"

"No. It's a negative expression used to deny or refuse something."

Tomoyo rolled her lilac eyes. Trust Eriol the Human Dictionary to give the meaning of the word. "Drink it or I'll force it down you throat."

"Try it."

The young woman leaned forward then grabbed the collar of his shirt and shoved him down the bed. He opened his mouth to deliver a sharp protest—and promptly choked, gagged and coughed the bitter medicine as the Daidouji President poured the whole lot down his throat. She then pulled away and surveyed him with a wide smile.

"See? It wasn't so bad!" she remarked as he sat up again, frowning in disgust.

"What was that, woman?" he demanded, still coughing and gagging at the taste of the liquid. "It tasted like stale cheese!"

"Oh, don't be such a baby!" she chided him, placing the small cup on the bedside table. "And since when have you tasted stale cheese?"

He ignored her last inquiry. "You tried to kill me!"

"No I didn't," she argued patiently. "You wouldn't drink the medicine and the doctor said you have to drink it so I just made you drink it."

Eriol glared at her darkly. "I wouldn't be surprised if that vile stuff you call medicine is actually poison!"

"Now why would I poison you?" she asked, faking an offended voice. The young man muttered something under his breath. "If I were going to poison you, then I'd have someone to do the job, ne? I wouldn't want to get imprisoned, would I?"

"Now you're plotting against me!"

Tomoyo stared at him flatly. "It's obvious you're sick, Hiiragizawa-kun," she said. "You're hallucinating and saying nonsense. You're just paranoid." She shoved him back down on the bed, much to the CEO's displeasure, then stood up with a smile. "Now you sleep, okay? I'll wake you up a bit later for lunch."

"But I have to work—"

"Not today, Hiiragizawa-kun! It's a Sunday! Give yourself a break!"

"But—"

She leaned forward, her eyes narrowed, until their noses almost touched. "You will stay on that bed until your temperature returns to normal, understood?

"… Fine!" He scowled at her as she pulled away.

"My, my, Hiiragizawa-kun! You're touchier than a pregnant woman in labor!" she commented wryly, walking back to the door. "I'll see you later, okay?"

He snorted. "What kind of a doctor leaves her patients?"

She turned back to him, frowning. "Well, in hospitals, doctors often leave their patients to treat other patients," she replied slowly. "What now, Hiiragizawa-kun? You want me to stay here?"

"I didn't say that!" he argued almost defensively. "I just commented something."

Tomoyo rolled her eyes at him. "Well, then, fine," she said flatly. "I'm going to leave you now. It's morning, Hiiragizawa-kun, so you need not be afraid of things that go bump in the night since it's not night—"

"I didn't say I was—"

"Enough, Hiiragizawa-kun," she said sternly, returning to him and stooping to kiss his forehead. "Just go to sleep!" With that, she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Eriol rubbed the spot where she kissed him then grumbled. "I can't believe I'm being treated like a kid here!" He rolled to his side under his blankets, ignoring the twitch in his chest.

Damn!

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