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Chapter 4

The Daidouji mansion was what normal people called 'magnificent'. The flowers were always fresh, the birds always sang, heck, even the dust was kept clean. Oh, and did I mention the size? One-eight of this house could house 50 elephants!

Yes, people called this THE house to live in. But they were never envious of the people who lived in the house; no they just wanted the house.

The perfect people who lived perfectly perfect lives in the perfect house were none other than Daidouji Sonomi, and her perfectly beautiful daughter, Tomoyo Daidouji. Yes, life was perfect for them.

The evening had so far been nice, quiet, and of course, PERFECT. Everybody was busy preparing for the victory party, except the actual winner. The 16-year old singing genius who won the top prize was actually sitting in her room, musing over what she missed while she was out of town.

She had called Sakura on her perfect cellphone as soon as she got home. Oh, she was a sly one, the little Plum Blossom. She knew all about what had happened in Tomoeda, but she really wanted to hear her kawaii cousin spill the beans about the kawaii things that happened in Tomoeda while she was gone. Well, kawaii to her, anyway.

Laughing at the memory of her dear little cousin's voice when she told Tomoyo about Toya's interrupting her and Syaoran's time in the broom closet, the Daidouji heiress looked outside the window.

Yes, the garden was perfect, every inch of it being covered with lights and streamers. One would think it was her birthday. But she knew better. Her mother was always giving these bizarre parties because she felt a teeny bit guilty about not staying with her daughter more often.

The doorbell rang, yanking her out of her thoughts. Oh my! She wasn't dressed yet! But lucky for her, her life was perfect! (Hehe, im not being sarcastic)Yes, she got dressed in the same amount of time it takes to say 'im perfectly perfect, but I don't show it coz im perfect' twenty times.

She rushed down the perfect marble staircase to open the door and welcome her first guest.

Eriol Hiiragizawa was definitely jumpy. He had stayed home from school today, THANK GOD, to try and find a cure to his, um, 'condition'.

Eriol had spent the whole morning looking for a cure, a remedy, whatever you want to call it. He finally found one, but it was a bit, er, STUPID. According to the book, he had to eat 18 watermelons while juggling 5 chainsaws, all the while on the back of a moving cheetah, while saying an incantation, all in 3minutes! God, what did magicians in ancient times come to? In fact, just thinking about it gave him a mental sweatdrop.

He looked again, and this time found a safer cure. But it involved a whole lot more of embarrassment. In Eriol's opinion, this was definitely the most cliché cure ever. He knew it was cliché based on the dozens of fanfics he read about him and Tomoyo on the net. Heck, were these people spying on their lives in a super freaky demented way?

Of course, the cure was to have his true love kiss him, blah blah blah, and it had to happen after he confessed his love to her, blah blah blah, and so on. So there he stood on the doorstep of his one and only beloved, thinking of his current dilemma, when suddenly, a hand clamped over his mouth, stopping him from yelling. Eriol felt a cloth placed over his mouth. Yuck! It had some kind of sweet-smelling stuff. Wait, it smelled like Tomoyo. In that case, the cloth smelled heavenly. That was the last thought in Eriol's mind before he blacked out.

The Daidouji heiress slid down the banister to save time. She herself was wearing a pair of distressed jeans, and a lilac tee which set off her eyes perfectly. Her hair was in a high ponytail, and she wore her usual cheerful smile. She opened the massive oak doors, revealing…. nobody. Tomoyo shrugged, figuring it was just a friendly prank played by the neighborhood's kindergarteners. She closed the doors, and then ran back up to her room to work on some more clothes for Sakura.
Sakura Kinomoto was just plain MAD. Her stupid brother had again picked a fight with her Little Wolf. Oh yeah, and Kero was such an ASS! The house shook under the whole yelling and cursing thing. The three had finally calmed down when Sakura brought out the Change Card. Oh, they didn't want to get on the Mistress' bad side, oh, they wouldn't dare.

So problem solved, except for one teensy weensy little problem. They were LATE! They were too late to even be called fashionably late. And of course Sakura blamed it on the three stupid idiots. Chiharu, Yamazaki, Naoko, and Rika were probably already at the party, and now Syaoran and Sakura were now standing on Tomoyo's doorstep. They rang the bell, and immediately Tomoyo's butler opened the door.

"Good evening, Miss Kinomoto, Mister Li. Mistress Tomoyo is ver-". The butler's touching little speech was cut short by a whirlwind of dark curls which came flying out of nowhere towards the two latecomers.

"Sakura! Syaoran! I was beginning to think you two wouldn't make it!" greeted Tomoyo. Yeah, the dark thing was her. "Were you held up, or did you get lost inside the broom closet again?" asked the Plum blossom slyly. The Cherry Blossom and the Little Wolf both blushed red all the way to their ears.

"Tomoyo, it wasn't anything like that. We're late because of stupid onichan and stupid Kero!" Sakura practically screamed. God, they really were such ASSES.

"Whatever you say Sakura," winked the best friend. "By the way, with you two now here, the only person missing is Eriol".

"You mean Eriol isn't here yet?" smiled Syaoran. Heck, this party was getting better and better.

"But Eriol said he was on the way to your house already, last time I asked him. And that was FOUR hours ago," frowned Sakura. "Seemed he was really excited for the party, Tomoyo," said the Card mistress, imitating Tomoyo's slyness. Tomoyo blushed slightly. It was true she like the British boy a bit more than she let on.

"Well, don't just stand there, do come in," said Tomoyo. Simultaneously, everyone's cellphone bleeped, indicating a text message received. It was from Eriol.

Hello, sorry but I wont be able to come, something came up and I need to attend to it immediately. –Eriol.

"Stupid Eriol, doesn't even know how to text without sounding snobby," growled Syaoran. The two girls merely smiled, and as they went inside the house, the butler very kindly closed the door for them.

…fin…

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