Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or names of the places and monsters. They are owned by Clamp and Gravity respectively.

AN: Crystal tears of betrayal: Hehe, yea I realize it was kind of fast. I'm no good at love scenes. Will try to scale it down a bit when I go over the chap again. And I realize that the name thing is confusing because they imply pairings, so I changed the names from E and S to SxS. Sorry bout that. Thanks again for the review.

Chapter 5 - A meeting

Eriol woke up sweating. Slowly, he reached for his forehead. Still boiling hot. This isn't good, he thought, as he lowered his hand. He looked at his clock. He had been out for nearly four hours. School must be over by now. Lying still in bed, he listened to the stillness of his house and the raindrops falling rhythmically on the roof. As he was about to drop off to sleep again, he heard a soft knock on the door.

Go away, he thought. I'm not going to answer.

Knock, knock

I didn't hear that.

Eriol buried his head in his pillow, hoping that whoever it was, that they will just go away. But that was not to be.

Knock, knock, knock, knock

The knocking got louder and it didn't seem like the person who was knocking would ever stop. Groaning, he stumbled out of bed, not forgetting to utter a string of profanities under his breath while he did. The loud noise was giving him a headache. Why can't they just leave a sick guy in peace?

He opened the door.

"Daidouji?" Of all the people in the world, Daidouji Tomoyo was the last person he expected to see on his doorstep.

"What are you doing here?"

This raven-haired girl with porcelain skin was the most popular girl in school. She was beautiful, her grades were the best and she was one of the nicest people in the school. She was perfect. Guys were always pining for her right and left. Crowds were always forming wherever she went so he never really got a chance to look at her. Not that he really cared before anyways but taking a good look at her close up, he realized he was in shock. Eriol now knew why they called her "the Goddess". The guys at school were right, he thought, she is stunning.

Tomoyo held up some pieces of paper.

"How are you feeling, Hiiragizawa? Your teacher wanted me to bring you your homework for today."

"But, why? You're not even in my class." This was definitely not normal.

Tomoyo shrugged nonchalantly. "I was in the staff room when they brought it up and I volunteered."

"But why?"

Tomoyo shrugged again not paying really paying any attention to Eriol. She was peering at the darkness behind him.

"Is nobody else home?"

Eriol was slightly taken aback. He didn't expect this question because he was still trying to figure out why she was here. Then a loud grumbling came from Eriol's stomach. Oh crap, he thought with his cheeks turning slightly pink. This is embarrassing. I've been so tired that I forgot to eat. It was obvious that Tomoyo had heard it too.

"If you don't mind, I can cook you something. I know that it's hard being sick alone, with no one to take care of you."

"Who said I was living alone?"

"Aren't you?"

"Well," Eriol hesitated. He really didn't want to tell this girl anything about him. Nosy girls just tick him off but he was in no mood to argue. Taking his silence as an affirmative, she nodded to herself and pushed her way past him.

"Hey..."

"Well, you gotta eat don't you? Just tell me where the kitchen is..." He gave her a skeptical look.

"I promise I'll leave once you're done eating." He continued to stare.

Tomoyo threw her hands up in frustration, "I will not burn your house to the ground! Stop looking at me like that!" She stared back at him indignantly, not willing to back down at all.

"Fine!" He muttered.

"Good! Now we have that settled, where is the kitchen?"

Eriol weakly pointed down the hallway. Tomoyo stomped her way into the kitchen but when she turned to look back, he had collapsed. Tomoyo ran back to help him. Unable to wake him, she had to drag him by the hands inside the house. She was not an athletic person. After a lot of grunting and groaning, she managed to get Eriol on the sofa in the living room. Or at least, she thought it was a living room. Panting, she wiped the sweat off her forehead, feeling thankful that his house wasn't any bigger. She was more thankful for the hardwood floors though, Eriol slid well through the hallway in his pajamas. She had almost dragged him into the wall, almost let him fall off the stairs to the basement and almost left him in the washroom because her arms were aching from all that exercise.

"I really should work out more." She said aloud, breaking the silence. It felt good. The house was a bit too gloomy for her taste.

"I agree." A weak voice behind her said. Tomoyo spun around.

"Hiiragizawa!" She ran to his side.

He groaned and rubbed his head. "My head hurts," he said glancing at her and caught her squirming.

"Did you let go of me on purpose?"

"What? No! My hands slipped! Honest!"

"Really? What about when you brought me to the kitchen, then the basement and then the washroom when the living room was the first door on the right?"

"You were awake through all that?" Tomoyo's eyes were wide with anger. "Then why didn't you get up and walk, idiot?"

Eriol grinned. "Cuz it was interesting to see you drag me everywhere."

"You-you..." Tomoyo scowled and was more than ready to punch him.

"Hey now, I'm sick, remember?" Eriol flashed her his carefree smile, the one that his fans swoon over. "Where's my grub?"

Scowling still, Tomoyo made her way to the kitchen. She didn't feel like doing any cooking now, her arms still feel like lead. Gingerly rubbing her sore arms, she surveyed the kitchen. It was an orderly kitchen with things being where they were supposed to be. The kitchen was separated into two parts by a counter top with white marble. The walls to the dining area were a light painted yellow and the actual cooking area was walled with white tiles making it look clean and spacious. Looking through all the cupboards, she took out what she needed, a pot, a bowl and a spoon. Then she put on an apron she found in one of those drawers, rolled up her sleeves and rummaged through the fridge where she found a lot of leftovers, KFC, McDonalds, Chinese takeout, day old pizza, opened can of tomatoes, dried out bread and so on. She wrinkled her nose. Ew. Is this what he lives on? Yet, she found just enough to make a simple soup. She worked quickly and dexterously, separating the food into two piles, the still edible pile and the yuck, its gone green pile. She threw some of the food from the still edible pile into the pot and quickly threw the yuck, its gone green pile in the garbage. She sighed.

Why am I even doing this for him? She wondered, while absentmindedly stirring the soup. It's not like I'm his mother or anything. Still Tomoyo felt obligated to do so.

There is a chance that he may be the one. It was that voice again, the one in the back of her head.

The one what? She retorted, the one who makes me so mad that I'd rather choke to death than listen to him again?

You know that there is a very big chance that he's the one.

Well, we'll see about that, thought Tomoyo.

You never believe me.

Yea? And why do you think that is? Tomoyo rolled her eyes. When will he give me some peace and quiet?

I heard that!

"Oh just shut up and leave me alone!" An exasperated Tomoyo cried out.

"But I wasn't talking!"

Tomoyo froze at the sound of his voice. She turned and saw him leaning against the doorway, grinning. Crap, he must think I'm crazy now. She gulped.

"Um, I wasn't talking to you."

"Then who was it that you were talking to?" Eriol pretended to look around for an invisible stranger.

He's such an ass, she thought, that he really might be the one. She rolled her eyes. "I was uh, talking to uh, the soup. It was uh, boiling uh, too loudly." She stammered and went back to stirring her soup. Eriol could hardly contain his laughter at awkward manner. But he decided to let it slide. There were more important matters to attend to, like his growling stomach. So he walked weakly to the dining table and sat down.

"That means that the soup is ready, right?"

"Right." She said without turning around. Eriol took this opportunity to observe her. As to why, he did not know. Even though he felt like hell, he could see that there was something off about her.

He's staring at you.

Tomoyo rolled her eyes. No, he isn't. Stop this right now. You're as bad as my mother. Lighten up, okay?

You're like a sister to me.

She sighed. I know and I am very glad to have you as my big brother, but that's why you need to trust me. I can do this.

All right but he really is staring at you. She could just imagine him crossing his arms, pouting like a child. She chuckled at the thought.

"You can stop staring at me now, Eriol." She said as she ladled the soup into a bowl.

Eriol's mouth hung open. How did she know that? Could it have been whatever it was she was talking to? It can see him? He recovered enough to reply but he was just so shocked that he couldn't stop staring at her. Tomoyo brought the steaming bowl of hot soup over to the table and set it down in front of him. Then she sat down in the chair across from him to make sure he eats.

"You can stop staring at me, you know." She said with a smirk on her face. Still unable to make any sense of the mystery before him, he tore his eyes away from her and decided to stare at the soup instead.

"What the? What kind of soup is this? Why is it bright red?"

"It's tomato chicken soup." Tomoyo said crossly.

"Where'd you get all the ingredients?"

"From inside your fridge."

"You made this from the food inside my fridge?" The look on Eriol's face was one of sheer horror. Tomoyo returned his look with one of her own, which said, eat or die.

"H-how?"

"From the can of opened tomatoes and the chicken from KFC. Oh, just try it will you?"

Eriol shuddered slightly as he reached for the spoon. He examined the bright red mass in front of him. It didn't smell bad; in fact it smelled quite good. It was the color that had turned him off. He closed his eyes as he put a spoonful of the stuff into his mouth. It was...quite good. He was surprised. He was about to tell her that when he spied something on her wrist. It was a pink, key shaped pendant.

Eriol lunged forward in his seat and made a grab for it but Tomoyo was quicker. She snatched it away from him and covered it from his view. Taken aback, Eriol mustered an apology. They sat in silence. He didn't dare meet Tomoyo's eyes because he could feel them burning a hole through him. She was angry but he didn't blame her at all. After all, he acted like a thief but he was curious.

"Where did you get that?"

"I don't believe that's any of your business."

"Can I see it?"

"No."

They lapsed into silence once more. He didn't know what came over him but he knew he needed it. It was somehow drawing him in. Eriol also knew that if he tried to explain it to her, she'd just laugh at him, or worse, try to kill him. He wouldn't put it past Miss Perfect here. The light in her eyes had darkened and she was beginning to scare him.

Suddenly, he sneezed. The cold was finally getting the better of him and he sneezed again. Feeling cold and hot at the same time, he shivered uncontrollably. It felt as though his bodily functions are shutting down one by one. Tomoyo seized with fear rushed to his side.

"Eriol. What's wrong?"

Unable to answer, all he could do was to look at her and plead with his eyes.

"Eriol-"

Gasping hard for air, he reached for her pendant. He clasped it tightly in his hands with a sigh of relief. The shivering has stopped.

"I've seen this before." He stammered, struggling with the words. Tomoyo believed him.

"I know." She said resignedly. "You've had a tiring day. Sleep. And when you wake up I'll tell you a story." Eriol, as tired as he was, saw the sadness that filled her eyes.

"They're lavender," he murmured before he finally fell asleep.

I told you he's the one.

And you were right. Again. She thought resignedly. Tomoyo sighed as she looked at Hiiragizawa in her arms. She really didn't want to have to drag him all over his house again, her arms still ached from the last time. Tomoyo sighed again. This is gonna be a long night.