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LadyAkina: I never said Sakura's last name was Kinomoto when she was married to Syaoran. And she doesn't know she's married so it's not exactly illegal for her to marry again. It'll be explained more in the later chapters.

So I've been a bad person again. Why? I wrote this chapter as soon as I finished the last chapter and it was all ready to go for the LONGEST time but why didn't I post it up? Cause I was lazy. So to all my readers...I am SINCERELY sorry, even though I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. And about Shrink in Law...I swear I'll start on it! I'm just having a major brain fart.

V. Eriol

London, Great Britain

"Mr. Hiiragizawa, Miss Kensington is on line two. She wants to know why the orchids haven't arrived in Monte Carlo yet."

"Tell her orchids are a bitch to deliver."

"I'll rephrase it, sir."

"That would be a good thing to do, Kate."

Hiiragizawa Eriol was an event planner, and one of the most sought after, successful ones there were. He helped anyone who could afford his sky-high rates (which were usually society's most privileged) organize weddings, galas, and other grand social events. Overseeing every detail from what type of flowers and how they were arranged to where the event was located and how it would be set up, Eriol was a meticulous perfectionist that made it his goal with every client to please them.

Despite the occasional filthy word that came out of his thin mouth, everything about Hiiragizawa Eriol bespoke elegance and class. From his custom-tailored Armani suits and polished leather shoes, to the silver horn-rimmed Dior glasses resting on the bridge of his perfectly sculpted nose that framed a pair of deep blue eyes, Eriol was the picture of British sophistication. He was a practical yet sensitive man, with a calm, tranquil manner that placated his stressed out, weary clients. With his relaxed personality and impressive track record, Hiiragizawa was the man to turn to for event planning and he constantly received offers to organize society functions.

"Mr. Hiiragizawa, there's a new client on line three for you," Kate called from outside her employer's office.

"Tell whoever it is to wait. I'm figuring out the Morningtons' engagement party." Turning to his scribe Stella Mortimer, a young brunette with her finely arched eyebrows knitted together in concentration, Eriol resumed dictating.

"Let's see here..." he muttered a few things to himself as he paced the length of his surprisingly simply decorated office. "Helena likes blue, doesn't she?"

His assistant nodded. "That's why they're getting married by the Aegean Sea in Greece."

"Well let's save the blue for the actual wedding. Make sure you write that down somewhere."

Stella obliged as she scratched a quick note in her book and returned to the blank page she originally had in front of her.

"Let's do pink. Pale pink mixed with red. Very romantic, perfect for an engagement party, don't you think?" Without looking at his assistant to get her intake, Eriol continued. "I want pale pink roses mixed with large red peonies. Have the deeper colored reds at the bottom of the vase, and gradually fade upwards into pink. No ivy at the dinner table, it gets in the way. Put some ivy garlands in the larger arrangements by the doors though. No candles at the dinner table, too early for that. I want plates with flower motifs around the edge, seat cushions made of wine-red velvet-"

"Mr. Hiiragizawa, your caller is getting impatient!" Kate yelled.

"Dammit I'm trying to plan a party here!"

"It's not nice to keep your clients nor your secretary waiting, sir."

"Fine," Eriol grumbled as he moved to his desk to pick up the phone. "Put the idiot through."

A few moments later, Eriol was connected.

"Good afternoon, this is Eriol Hiiragizawa." he greeted the caller politely, all traces of his earlier annoyance absent from his cordial tone of voice.

"Mr. Hiiragizawa," a cool, accented female voice replied, "this is Kara Shimizu from Tokyo, Japan. My employer is getting married in a few months and he and his fiancée would like you to organize their wedding."

Eriol sat down. "Just the wedding?" he asked.

"The wedding and the dinner party afterwards. They are willing to pay whatever your fees are."

Eriol sighed. "Miss Shimizu, I'm afraid that I don't work that way. I only accept an offer after meeting my clients first."

"That can be arranged."

Eriol was speechless for a moment, taken aback by the compliant yet underlying demandedness of his caller. He cleared his throat before saying slowly, "Well..."

But Shimizu was giving Eriol no time as the sound of a keyboard clicking was heard and she said into the phone, "When are you available, Mr. Hiiragizawa? I can book you a flight on United Airlines for this Friday night, returning next Monday morning."

"Uh..."

"A three-night stay at the Park Hyatt hotel will be reserved in your name and transportation will be provided. My employer will pay for your airfare and hotel fees. Does that sound alright?"

There was a silence as Eriol processed what Shimizu said. Quickly glancing at his calendar, he made a decision on the spot.

"That will be fine."

"Very well. Your tickets will be sent to you by tomorrow morning. Thank you very much, Mr. Hiiragizawa, and have a good day."

"Wait!" Eriol said.

"Yes?" Shimizu asked.

"Who's your boss?"

"Tsumori. Ranma Tsumori."

Ranma Tsumori? Who the hell's that? "Thank you, Miss Shimizu." Placing the receiver back into the cradle, Eriol turned to Stella, who was sitting on the chair patiently.

"Do you have any idea who a Ranma Tsumori is?"

Stella looked at him, puzzled. "I'm afraid I've never heard of the name before, sir."

"He's Japanese."

"All the more reason why I do not know the name."

Mayfair is the residence of London's very rich, an exclusive area made up of grassy green acres and large mansions. It took Eriol two years before his career blossomed and he made enough to move into one of the giant living quarters, an achievement he considered quite a feat until this day. It was his haven, a place where he got away from all his frantic clients and the stresses of his business, an asylum where he mentally and physically recuperated.

As Eriol unlocked the door, a black cat instantly appeared by his side, looking expectantly up at him.

"Hello Spinel," he greeted tiredly as he bent down to massage the feline's back. It purred, before letting out a small mew and began rubbing against his owner's legs. Sighing, Eriol stood up.

"Nakuru?" he shouted. "Nakuru?"

There was a few moments' silence before a loud pounding was heard and a woman appeared on the landing of the stairs, her long hair flying behind her as she ran into view.

"Eriol!" she cried, slightly out of breath. "I didn't know you were home!"

"Nakuru, did you forget to feed Spinel again?"

Nakuru looked bewildered. "What? I fed him this morning!"

"It's been a couple of hours since morning," Eriol pointed out. Nakuru waved her hand nonchalantly.

"Whatever. It's not like he's dying anyway."

Eriol sighed. "Nakuru, we made it clear before we bought Spinel. He's your responsibility and you need to feed him, clean his litter box, whatever else a pet needs to be taken care of. The past few days, I've been doing everything!" He said exasperatedly.

Nakuru rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright, calm down. I'll go feed the little bugger as soon as I'm done doing my hair."

Eriol rolled his eyes. It was astonishing how a person like Akizuki Nakuru was related to him. Careless and carefree, Nakuru was able to calm and annoy her cousin at the same time with her childish antics and happy-go-lucky persona.

Consider her a valuable asset, Eriol thought as he walked into the large kitchen and poured himself a cup of strong black tea. Even you get stressed out with those haughty socialites.

A few minutes later, Nakuru appeared in the kitchen, her trademark, ever-present smile plastered on her cheery face. Plopping down on the couch next to her cousin, she said, "So what's up, Eriol? New clients? New parties?"

Eriol nodded in response as he continued to sip his tea. Curious, Nakuru nudged him.

"Who? Who?" Her badgering didn't stop until Eriol finally put down his cup and turned to his cousin.

"Ranma Tsumori. Does the name ring a bell?"

Nakuru thought for a moment. "Actually...I think I read something about him the other day in a Japanese tabloid magazine. He's some prominent banker in Tokyo and he's supposedly getting married. They didn't know who the girl was but I'm sure if you go to a trusted source, you can find out." She shrugged. "Has to be an important person on the Japanese social circuit though." She sighed, a dreamy expression on her face. "I miss Tomoeda, Eriol. And Hong Kong and Sakura, Syaoran, Tomoyo, and Meiling...Touya..."

Eriol's face tightened and he stood up abruptly. "The past is over, Nakuru. It's time to move on."

Bewildered, Nakuru's large eyes followed her cousin as he moved to refill his empty tea cup. "How can you say that, Eriol? They're our friends, your friends, your oldest friends. How could you ever forget them?"

There was a long pause before Eriol said quietly, "Because forgetting them is easier than remembering what happened two years ago."

A heavy silence fell on the two cousins as they remembered the car crash and the loss afterwards. It was a tragic accident that caused grief to everyone around Sakura and forced Eriol to make the decision to leave the pain and sadness behind and move back to his hometown of London. But while Nakuru thought of Sakura, Syaoran, and Touya mostly, Eriol's thoughts lingered over one more person: Tomoyo.

It's Fate, Eriol thought bitterly, remembering the woman who he had secretly loved. Cruel, cruel Fate.

He would have continued to torture himself with memories of the woman he left behind had Nakuru not woken up from the walk down memory lane first and said brightly, "So are you planning the man's wedding or what?"

Eriol nodded. "His secretary called me today and just booked me a flight to Tokyo for this Friday night."

"What?" Nakuru cried as she jumped off the couch. "You're leaving me?"

"Just for a weekend. I'll be back Monday morning."

"How could you do this to me, Eriol? How am I supposed to survive for two days?"

"I'm sure you'll manage." Eriol said indifferently as he began to walk upstairs, Nakuru following close behind.

"Asshole!" She shouted after her cousin. "ASSHOLE!"

Don't you just love Nakuru? I've never used her before in my other stories but I'm glad I did this time.

So Eriol's being brought into the picture too...and he and Tomoyo have a history. Or rather, Eriol wanted to have a history with her. We'll see, we'll see... ;)