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"..." Character speaking.

'...' Character's thought.

(...) My personal notes.

Note: Hello everyone! I decided to transform "A Story for a Lady" into a collection of one-shots, instead of creating a new story for every new one-shot I made! I want to thank all the readers that reviewed my last fic in chapter 1, and they are: Knda Crazie, youkaigirl64, MoshiMoshiQueen, cherryblossomchick12, Gundum M, illusion, Gipsychan, swt-sunflower, Sakura123, shiroi-yume, TeDDieZ, and kwitchie! Thank you for the support! I hope you enjoy this one-shot, even though there isn't any romantic scene!

Knda Crazie: Thank you for all the support you have given me! Not only through this fic but also other fics I've written! You are such a sweetie! I know you want me to update "A mom and a dad," but ideas have failed me, and so I don't know how to proceed with the fic! I'm waiting until something comes up, but until then the story will be paused. I don't promise you anything but I'll try to continue with that fic in the future! So if you have any other suggestions, I would gladly write a one-shot for you! Thank you once again for everything!

This fic is basically how they became friends! Written in Eriol's point of view! Enjoy and leave me a review! Thanks!

Friends

I was sitting down in the library reading one of my favorite books when I heard the seat in front of me being pulled. I looked up and my gaze fell upon Tomoyo Daidouji. I knew exactly who she was. Since Tomoyo was Sakura's best friend, I knew her little habits and little feelings. After all, anyone who was connected with the future mistress of the Clow Cards, should be of my concern.

"Would you mind if I joined you?" She asked politely, like always.

I smiled. "Not at all Daidouji. Take a seat."

She smiled back before sitting down and settling her own books on to the table. I curiously looked at the titles, and found out that they were books related to fashion. I laughed inwardly, knowing exactly the purpose of her readings. These fashion books served as an inspiration for Daidouji to create Sakura's costume during her little adventures. I wonder how far her talent would take her. She might be the next top fashion designer in the world. I had no doubt if I predicted the future just now my guess would be correct.

"Wondering why I'm reading so much fashion books, I presume?" interrupted Daidouji.

I gazed up and she smiled. "Not at all." I answered making her eyebrow rise slightly. "I was just curious to know why you should join me in the library when you could be out with Sakura during lunch."

She looked startled for a moment before her smile graced her face once again. I could have read her mind and found out the answer to my own question, but that would just be inconsiderate of my part, wouldn't it? I wanted to hear her speak those words. I wanted to hear from her mouth that she was only here because Sakura had requested her to befriend me. This was the only answer that I could formulate. Why would Daidouji be here when I knew that she rather be with her best friend than me?

"I'm here because I want to." Was her simple but yet honest answer.

I looked surprised. So I made a mistake. I made a wrong and false presumption about her character. Daidouji was here on her free will and I accused her of such horrible intentions, or was I not? Knowing that Daidouji was a great actress in masking her feelings away, I decided to check if her answer was a small lie, or if that was the truth. Ok, you can accuse me of being rude or hideous for not believing in Daidouji, but I've been fooled so many times, in this life time and in the past as well. People with power tend to attract false friends that would do anything for favors.

So I did explore her complex mind.

What can I say. I don't know her as I assumed I did. She wasn't lying. How could she, when her amethyst eyes stared back at me with only the honest truth.

"Why are you smiling so widely at me?" Daidouji interrupted my thoughts once again.

Was I smiling? I didn't notice I was expressing my happiness to know that she was willing to be my friend. Strange how I let my mask down for once to reveal my emotions. I had to admit, I was indeed happy to know that besides Sakura, I could count on Daidouji to be a real true friend.

"I'm only smiling because it is my nature to smile." I replied to her question, making her look at me in amusement.

She didn't question me anymore and went to open her fashion book. I resumed my reading but not long Daidouji called my attention again by showing me a paper. I left the book aside to look down toward the drawing she had made. It was amazing how artistic she could be. Daidouji was indeed a very talented young lady, with a very skillful hand.

"What do you think?" She asked me, while she analyzed her own drawing as well.

I only nodded my head in approval. You could see that she didn't take much time and effort to do such a masterpiece. As I scanned the picture, I began to see another alternative for the multilayer of skirt that she had drawn onto the model, which I presumed was Sakura. Without her permission I took the pencil from her hand and began to redraw her model in the blank part of the paper, with every detail included on her model except for the skirt, which I remade.

Tomoyo who was observing me, looked amazed. "I didn't know you could draw that well Hiiragizawa."

I smiled. "Same goes to you." She only smiled back before looking down at the sketch which I drew.

"So you redrew the skirt." Tomoyo observed. "What's wrong with the one I drew?"

"Nothings wrong, except that if you're going to run with that multilayer skirt you would be easily distracted. It is easier to move with the skirt I've drawn, instead of the one you have suggested, but of course if you're going to a fancy party your skirt would be the best choice."

Tomoyo looked surprised once again, and I couldn't help but chuckle softly. I knew Daidouji was wondering why I had presumed that the costume she was making would be given to a person that would be moving around and not, instead, to a person that would be attending an event.

"True." Daidouji answered me as she turned the paper back to her side. "I like your idea." She then added before correcting her drawing.

I observed her hand move over the sketch, and not long another beautiful drawing was made. It was a mixture of my skirt with her skirt. There was less layers, but yet there was a wavy feel of the skirt that she had intended to make. The new skirt was easy to move in and fancy enough to be used during any event. I smiled at her creativity. Even though I could draw well, I had no imagination.

"What do you think?" She asked once again, turning the paper around so that I had a better view.

"Brilliant." Was my simple answer which made her smile widely.

"Alright, so this will be it." She concluded, before closing the book. "Want to join me for lunch? If you haven't eaten of course."

I did in fact have my lunch already, but finding Tomoyo Daidouji an intriguing person I decided to join her. "It would be a pleasure." I answered before lifting myself up from my seat.

"Great." She answered. "I have some great onigiri, if you wish to have some."

"Sure." I replied, wondering if Sakura's exaggerated statement of her best friend being the best cooker was in fact true.

Both of us headed out of the library as we engaged ourselves in a pleasant conversation, in which I began to discover new and surprising facts about Daidouji. I wonder how I haven't noticed such an amazing girl before.

The End