Thanks to those who read and reviewed my last chapter! A lot of you gave me some constructive feedback, and I appreciate it very much. To the person who told me to get a beta-reader, I would do just that if I had the time. Like I've already mentioned, my time is limited (it already shows on my fic, considering it took me awhile to post this chapter up!). If you'd like to beta-read though, then by all means.

To those people who flamed me... Thanks so much for taking some time off of your lame life just to flame my fic. I didn't know my fic was worth it.

To those who actually liked my fic... Well, here's chapter 4.

Strange Occurrences

Tomoyo sat by the window in the living room, watching the sunset. She sighed.

"We've been here the whole day, and we're still not close to figuring out how we ended up here," she said to herself. Eriol walked in as soon as she said this, and he went over to her.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Tomoyo sighed again.

"Do you think we'll ever get back? I mean, Kero-chan already left, and we don't know how he did it," she replied, still looking out the window. Eriol looked at Tomoyo closely.

"You don't... blame me for this, do you Tomoyo-chan?" he asked. Tomoyo finally looked at Eriol and gave him a genuine smile.

"Of course not, Eriol-kun. Besides, I believe that you had nothing to do with whatever is happening here," she said. Eriol smiled back and stood up.

"Glad to hear you say that," he said. Then he looked at his watch.

"How about I start dinner for a change? You always make our dinner back at the mansion," he said, winking. Tomoyo's smile grew to a grin.

"You know what? I've never actually seen your culinary skills, so you go ahead and start dinner. But if ever you burn anything, just call me and I'll take over, okay?" she said with a laugh. Eriol pouted.

"Give me more credit than that Tomoyo-chan!" he exclaimed. Tomoyo just continued to laugh. Eriol stared at her for awhile. He didn't notice this before, but Tomoyo looked really pretty-

"I'm gonna go and freshen up. I feel like I've been in this bikini for ages," Tomoyo said, standing up and laughing at Eriol one more time before heading off to the bathroom. Eriol stared after her, and when he realized he was staring, he shook his head.

What's wrong with me? he thought, heading towards the kitchen to start dinner.

Tomoyo-chan's my friend... I shouldn't be thinking that way about her... Should I? he thought.

Inside the bathroom, Tomoyo had just stepped inside the shower when she heard a noise. She stopped what she was doing and listened hard.

It sounds like... she thought, listening closely. Then it clicked.

"Music," she whispered. Tomoyo walked over to the window in the bathroom and peeked outside. She couldn't see anything, but she can hear music, which was definitely coming from outside.

Is there a party going on somewhere? she thought, listening to the beat of the music. After listening closely, she came to the conclusion that it was a fast beat, meaning that the music was meant for dancing. Tomoyo sighed and walked over to the shower, turning it on.

Wherever it is, I wish I could go, she thought before letting the warm water fall on her.

After taking a quick shower, Tomoyo felt refreshed. She left the bathroom and entered the second bedroom, and as soon as she opened the door, her eyes widened.

Tomoyo rubbed her eyes, then pinched herself to see if she was dreaming. She was certainly not. On the bed lay a red party dress with a pair of 2-inch stiletto-heeled sandals. Tomoyo walked over to it, touching the fine material of the dress.

Where did this come from? she thought, lifting the dress up from the bed and putting it against herself. She walked over to the full-length mirror, still shocked from the sudden appearance of the dress and shoes.

"I feel like something's telling me that I should go out and party..." she trailed off, suddenly remembering what she said when she was inside the bathroom. Her eyes widened once more.

"Could it be..?" she asked herself on the mirror. She put the dress back on the bed and dug through the drawers once more.

Only one way to find out, she thought.

Eriol looked at the table he just prepared. He grinned with satisfaction.

"Hiiragizawa, you've outdone yourself once again," he said. He looked over at the stove, where a spaghetti was boiling and a pot of tomato sauce was cooking.

"Now if only I can use magic to make these two things hurry up and cook themselves already," he said, walking over to them. He tasted the tomato sauce, and stuck out his tongue in disgust.

"Needs more salt," he said, going over to the cupboards to look for the salt. Once he found it, he went back to his tomato sauce, adding just a bit of salt into it. When he tasted it once more, he grinned.

"Perfect," he said. He continued watching over his cooking until he heard Tomoyo.

"Hey Eriol-kun! Look what I found!" Tomoyo exclaimed. Eriol, who was still watching his spaghetti, raised an eyebrow.

"What did you find?" he asked, not looking up. He sensed Tomoyo leaving her bedroom and walking towards the kitchen. Eriol felt (rather than sensed) Tomoyo's smile from behind him.

"Turn around Eriol-kun," she said. When Eriol did, his jaw dropped. Tomoyo was wearing a red halter dress that revealed quite a bit of the chest area. The skirts of the dress were ruffled, and the hem of the skirt was unevenly trimmed. Her red stiletto-heeled sandals complimented her dainty feet, and Eriol could see that Tomoyo had wore an anklet on her right foot. Tomoyo tied her hair into a high pony tail, and with light make up, Tomoyo looked like she was ready to go to a party.

And she looks like a goddess, Eriol thought. Realizing he was staring, he shook his head, which went unnoticed by Tomoyo. Tomoyo did a twirl, her the skirts of her dress spreading around her.

"So... What do you think?" she asked, grinning. Eriol swallowed.

"W-Where did you get that?" he stammered. Tomoyo didn't notice. She looked down on her dress.

"It's a funny thing, actually," she said, looking up at Eriol. Eriol instantly forgot his stammering and raised his eyebrows at her, urging Tomoyo to continue.

"I was in the bathroom when I heard some music outside, and it seemed like there was some party going on somewhere in this island. I thought about how I wanted to be at that party, and when I came out of the bathroom and went inside my bedroom, there was this dress," Tomoyo said, shrugging. Eriol thought about this.

"That is weird," he replied. Eriol looked over at his spaghetti, then back at Tomoyo.

"Can you look after my spaghetti while I check something?" he asked. Tomoyo nodded, and Eriol went to his bedroom, thinking about what Tomoyo just said. As soon as he opened the door, all his assumptions were correct.

On his bed, there lay a red polo shirt, black slacks and black shoes. Eriol went back to the kitchen, where Tomoyo was tasting the tomato sauce.

"Good job on the salt Eriol-kun," she complimented, smiling at him. Eriol smiled back.

"So what did you do?" Tomoyo asked. Eriol checked the spaghetti, took out a strainer and placed it on the faucet, then took the pot of spaghetti and poured it on the strainer.

"While you were telling me the story about how your dress showed up, I thought, 'What if a similar thing happened to me as well?' So I went to my bedroom to check if I was right, and I was," he said. Tomoyo raised an eyebrow at him.

"So what did you find exactly?" she asked. Eriol placed the spaghetti neatly on a bowl and placed it on a table. Then, turning to Tomoyo, he grinned.

"I found an outfit that matches yours," he replied. Tomoyo curled her lip, a mischevious glint evident in her amethyst eyes.

"You do realize what this means, don't you?" she asked him. Eriol looked back at Tomoyo and smiled.

"It means that after we eat, we're going out for a dance," he said.

"Eriol-kun, are you sure we're going the right way?" Tomoyo asked, her feet digging into the cool sand as she and Eriol walked through the beach and into the now-growing-louder music. Eriol strained to hear which way the music was coming from.

"No, but I trust my instincts, and it's telling me that the music is coming from the right," he replied, and dragged Tomoyo with him in that direction. Tomoyo pulled her hand away and glared at Eriol.

"Well I don't trust your instincts Eriol-kun!" she exclaimed. Eriol sighed and turned to the raven-haired girl behind him.

"Tomoyo-chan, will you please just trust me this time?" he asked. She continued to glare at Eriol.

"Well in case you didn't notice, it's pretty dark out and if your instincts are wrong, we could end up in god-knows-where! I mean, who knows what's in this island?" She knew she was babbling, but she couldn't help it. Panic was starting to erupt within her, and the more Eriol led her deeper into the island, the more she panicked. Eriol walked over to Tomoyo and placed his hands on her shoulder, all the while ignoring the slight tingle that he felt upon coming in contact with her creamy skin.

"Tomoyo-chan, do you trust me?" he asked.

"Yes," Tomoyo replied, not hesitating. Eriol then took her hand and intertwined it with his.

"Then please trust me on this one," he said to her before bringing her hand and kissing it. Tomoyo felt her cheeks grow hot, and she just hoped that the darkness surrounding them gave nothing away.

Not being able to tear himself away from Tomoyo, Eriol suddenly found himself wanting to kiss his very close friend. And before he knew what was going on, Eriol was starting to lean on Tomoyo, who had slowly closed her eyes. Eriol's heart started beating rapidly the moment he felt Tomoyo's breath graze his cheek. He was so close...

...And suddenly, they hear laughter coming. Disturbed, Tomoyo slowly pulled away from Eriol and turned to see a couple coming towards them. The couple didn't notice them, however, as they just breezed past them and into the dark. Eriol mentally slapped himself.

You were going to kiss her again. What's wrong with you Hiiragizawa! He mentally yelled at himself.

While Eriol was busy yelling at himself mentally, Tomoyo happened to notice what the couple were wearing and slowly dragged Eriol to the same direction the couple took off. Once Eriol realized that Tomoyo was dragging him somewhere, he quickly snapped out of it.

"Tomoyo-chan, where- what- what's going on?" he cried. Tomoyo smiled at him, but continued to drag him.

"The couple that passed us were wearing dancing clothes, so I'm pretty sure they're going to the place with music. So basically, I'm following them," she replied. Eriol, who was slowly losing circulation in his wrist because of Tomoyo's tight grip, wrenched his hand away. Surprised, Tomoyo stopped walking and turned to him.

"Is there something wrong Eriol-kun?" she asked. Eriol blushed, massaging his wrist.

"You sure have a death grip there," he replied. Tomoyo looked confused for a moment, but when she saw him massaging his wrist, she blushed.

"I'm so sorry Eriol-kun! I didn't realize what I was doing... Does it hurt? Is it okay? Did I make a bruise?" She fired question after question, grabbing Eriol's wrist and trying to examine it in the dark. Eriol chuckled and slowly pulled his hand away from Tomoyo again.

"No need to worry Tomoyo-chan. My wrist is fine," he said, sending her a smile. Tomoyo was still worried, but if Eriol said he was fine...

"Okay. Shall we get going then?" she asked. Eriol held up his arm, and Tomoyo looped her arm through his.

"We shall," Eriol replied.

I'm so sorry that it took me this long to do chapter 4! I didn't know how to end it, but I thought that maybe this would be a good place to end it before I start the fifth chapter. Anyway, Please Review, and sorry again for the long update!

Next Chapter:

"Uhh... Eriol-kun, is it normal to have a club in the middle of an island?" Tomoyo asked, looking up at the building that they came across once they got out of the woods. Eriol looked up at the building as well.

"Remember Tomoyo-chan, this island is not an ordinary island. It's... Well I'm not sure if it's a magical island either, but this is DEFINITELY not an ordinary island," Eriol said.