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DISCLAIMER:

Who am I to claim Card Captor Sakura?

Only CLAMP who has the rights to do that -_-"

(digging holes on the ground)

::The Proposal::

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SUMMARY:

Tomoyo simply shook her head. "Sorry. I didn`t order anything." The man said politely, "We know. This is delivered for you, Miss."

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CHAPTER #5: Upside-down of Her World

HIIRAGIZAWA manor was dark and quiet. All the lamp were already turned off by Nakuru three hours before. But there was an exception for one certain room. Yeah, a room where the Throne of Evil was put in. Years ago, it was Eriol`s favorite place to sit while he was thinking of new plans to force (or help, choose whatever you like) Sakura to transform her cards. God knows how long the royal seat was being abandoned. Since he left for England—although truthfully, it was for Kaho Mizuki—Eriol never really had a visit to Tomoeda. Last time he went here was because of his cruise`s route. That explained why the Londoner looked so carried away in his own thoughts tonight.

He leaned his back against the sofa with gracefulness. Raising his right hand until eye level, Eriol examined sheaf of papers that he was holding.

"Letter of Agreement..." He let out a deep breath. "Man, this really happened."

His focus moved on the paragraph which was marked with font bold as he read it out softly, for the umpteenth time today.

"After birth, the baby will be delivered by Ms. Daidouji to Mr.Hiiragizawa to looked after and cared for. Further action is entirely his rights, and he is not allowed to see her for problems later in life of the baby."

Eriol whacked his own forehead several times. Suddenly he felt very stupid. How on earth he could do an action which cause such trouble? And now he had to face consequences of messing around with a Daidouji. He peeked at his own autograph written on the last sheet of the agreement, then hers, then his attorney`s.

"Be a man, Hiiragizawa. You know you can handle this."

MORNING had come when Tomoyo got up. Yawning, she strecthed her arms, then got off of her bed, eyes half-closed. Coincidentally, she caught sight of the alarm clock on the desk and in a flash her amethyst eyes grew wider. The clock showed nine o`clock. Sharp. Heck, never in her entire life Tomoyo Daidouji woke up this late. Usually she was ready at seven or seven thirty, occassionally, if yesterday was tiring like hell. By nine, all her morning routines had been done.

But for today...

Now was already five past nine and she didn`t even make her bed!

Tomoyo had just folded her thick, warm blanket when she heard some suspicious growls. She looked down at her flat stomach before inverting her gaze towards a folder which lay innocently beside the alarm clock. Inside the folder, there was the agreement between her and an idiot Incarnation named Hiiragizawa that was signed yesterday. It took time pretty long, really. Tomoyo didn`t have much time left to do grocery shopping on her way home.

But just then... her stomach screamed for attention.

Sighing, Tomoyo opened the fridge. Net. There was even no bread crumbs. Oh yeah... of course. Two days ago she threw all of the remaining food into her garbage. Some of them had passed their expired date, causing her fridge to released weird smell whenever its door was opened.

"Geez ~ I think I should buy ramen cups again at the convenient store." She muttered. Tomoyo was turned on her heels, wanted to get prepared (at least washing her face and changing clothes) so that she could go out for some instant meals, but at the same time the doorbell rang.

"Argh! Whoever it is, can you please come later?"

Fuming, Tomoyo cancelled her previous plan by perforce and walked to answer it.

Men with white clothing greeted her eyes. One of them, without waiting for permission, went inside as he pushed a food trolley. Tomoyo couldn`t help but stunned. She remained still at her place, hands covering her mouth. There were some toasts, omelettes, sausages, pancakes, jam, butter, maple syrup, honey, fruits, pudding, milk, orange juice, and coffee on the trolley. Heck, she had never seen a breakfast this much before.

"Here`s your delivery, Miss." The other one spoke, handed a piece of paper over her. "Please sign here."

Confused, Tomoyo simply shook her head. "Sorry. I didn`t order anything."

"We know. This is delivered for you, Miss."

"I`m afraid you`ve got the wrong address."

"Miss Daidouji, right?" He asked her persistently.

"Yeah... That`s my name."

"Then it`s for you. Mr. Hiiragizawa asked us to bring your breakfast menu."

Okay. This was unpredictable. They did agree to let Eriol took care of her being until birth, but `providing breakfast` was not part of it. Or maybe, she didn`t think that it would be a part of it. Whatever. The starving Tomoyo Daidouji didn`t really care about potty stuff. Not when her stomach countinously made grumbling sound. She accepted the paper, briefly wrote down her name and let those men go. They promised to pick the trolley back an hour later.

Food was never felt this tempting before. Staring at her meals, Tomoyo`s hand reach up to the nearest fork and she began to dig in her sausages. Feast time!

"Oh my. That was too delicious..."

Thirty minutes had passed. Tomoyo leaned against the puffy seat, lifting her shirt up as she happily caressed her stomach. The once full trolley now was almost empty. Almost. Because all the plates, jugs, glass, dining tools and jam cans were still there. She then shifted her position, reaching out her hand to grab the new cellphone that given by Eriol few days ago. But it beeped even before she pressed a button.

"Morning."

"By the way of your speaking, I assume the breakfast had gone."

Tomoyo frowned at his response. "You talk as if I`m a predator or something." If tone could kill, the man named Eriol Hiiragizawa might be dead instantly. But after thinking for seconds, she added—this time her voice was a little softer. "But anyway, I was hungry. Thank you."

She heard him chuckled. "It`s not a big deal. I didn`t pay a dime for it."

"How could you?"

"It was delivered from my restaurant. I just called the chief."

That made sense. But still, Tomoyo shook her head in disbelief. Carefully selecting each word she was going to say, she spoke up her thoughts. "You aren`t really THAT rich, are you?"

And she received another low chuckled from the other side of the phone. "My, my. Daidouji-san, I am now so curious how long we didn`t see each other. You don`t know me. You don`t know that I can make the impossible possible..."

Oh yeah. It was obvious that she forgot the most important thing about that guy, who made huge trouble (for Sakura, at least) in his twelve—or eleven?—years old figure by hypnotyzing people in Tomoeda with his magic. So it wasn`t quite suprising if he grown up as a rich man. A fcking rich man who threw iPhone into the sea just because of a moment of anger. And the one who chose the one-hundred-thousand-yen liquor as a game property. Geez. She couldn`t find anyone crazier than him.

"Daidouji-san?"

"Y-Yes?" She abruptly restraightened her back as the balloon of her thought popped. "What`s wrong?"

"Do you have some spare time this noon?"

"Well.. I have to go for work."

"I had called your boss. He agreed to give you some break for today!"

"Hey!" Tomoyo snapped. "I didn`t ask you to do that!"

"You didn`t," Eriol agreed, "but I think I need to."

Tomoyo sighed. It seemed that she should say goodbye to her usual ordinary day. "Hiiragizawa-san, you did make me have nothing to do and you still ask if I have spare time?"

"I will pick you up at twelve-thirty. Please get prepared."

"Hiiragizawa-san!"

Click.

Tomoyo stared in shock at her cellphone, eyes widened. She felt so helpless. Since when her life was regulated by him? Man, this is impossible. But then again... he said it by himself: Eriol Hiiragizawa can make the impossible possible. To be honest, Tomoyo had no idea about anything that would happen next. And she liked it not.

WRAPPED elegantly in plain—not so plain, actually, because there are some brownish flower patterns embroidered on the hem—ivory blouse, a pair of jeans and brown boots, with her haid pulled up into single ponytail, Tomoyo Daidouji looked so fresh in Eriol`s point of view. He usually saw her in dresses, that`s why this `casual version` of the young woman a bit much impressed him.

"Ready?" He asked her—after recomposing himself from the shock, of course. Tomoyo nodded. She didn`t know what`s good to say, anyway. No matter what she told, the England man would already have plans in his mind. Her opinion would not change every single thing.

"Then let`s go," he said, pulling out a master key from his pocket. "I`ve rented a car. Don`t worry, we don`t need to walk."

"I don`t mind walking, Hiiragizawa-san."

"Walking too much is not recommended for young pregnancy."

"Never heard that before. I`m healthy, Hiiragizawa-san. Some exercise won`t make me fainted."

"Really? But you looked so gloomy. You must be tired."

This statement surprised her. She did not expect him to be aware with her condition. Tomoyo could feel heat spread to her cheeks, and she hurriedly looked down to hide it. "N-No. I `m okay."

"Are you sure, Daidouji-san?"

She raised her head. "Yeah."

"Okay. Please get in."

Tomoyo dazzled at the thing before her. They had arrived in the backyard where Eriol parked his rented car without her realization. Because of daydreaming, she did not pay much attention to her surroundings. And now she was definitely stupefied because `the black car` standing proudly in front of her was actually...

"A limo?"

Eriol gave her a confused look. "Daidouji-san, what`s wrong?"

"You rent a limo?"

"Yep."

"But you said it is just a car!"

"Car and limousine are the same four-wheeled stuff, I think."

"You`re impossible," Tomoyo muttered. "Why can`t you use the common car? You should use your own car—if you are persistent not to let me walk."

"I don`t have any."

"Liar."

"I am maybe ignorant, Daidouji-san. But I never told a lie—as far as I could recall. Purchasing car would be troublesome for me, because I often go to different place and stay there for some time. Going to car rental is much easier." He explained, opening the door for her. "Please get in."

Shaking her head in disbelief, Tomoyo obeyed. This guy was nonsense, she said inwardly. How on earth he could have a cruise ship but no car at all?

"Where shall we go, Sir?" The driver asked.

"The Fairest, please."

"Pardon?" Tomore rose from her seat. Did she misheard something? Or was he actually saying `The Fairest`? Oh my, that place is Tomoeda`s most expensive restaurant, ever! Yet the cooking is very tasty. Truthfully... its service and luxury worth the price. But still, if it was really `The Fairest` that he mentioned, why there?

"We`ll go to The Fairest," he repeated for her so easily, as if she it was weather that she had asked.

He made it clear. Tomoyo didn`t misheard anything.

"For lunch." Eriol added, and after thinking for awhile he spoke again, "Not to protest, Daidouji-san. We`re not going to waste money. Believe me."

Okay. So he literally memorized what she had said at the cruise. Such a good memory. Let`s give best applause to the Londoner.

"I don`t need costive lunch, Hiiragizawa-san." Tomoyo said as a matter-of-fact. "I still can manage to live with hamburgers."

Eriol sighed, running left hand to brush his hair lightly. "I think everyone would agree that junk food is at the peak of not-recommended-food list, Daidouji-san. Especially for pregnant women. You should have known it."

"Whatever."

"May I ask you a thing?"

"Sure."

"I wonder why you left the mansion."

"I want to be independent, and go after my dreams. If I`m not mistaken, I already told you that."

"But is it so necessary to leave your house? I assume you still have all the Daidouji`s property under your name, and why can`t you follow your dreams while accepting your role as a heiress of the toy company? Plus, your status to the company may have good impact to the ideals that you strive for. No need for you to push limits at working. I don`t really get it."

Tomoyo was dumbfounded by his question. She plastered a sarcastic smile at the same time when she replied coldly, "You are quite nosy, Hiiragizawa-san. I am bewitched."

"Thanks for the compliment. But I still want the answer."

She breathed softly, her chest rose and fell with languid sighs as she prepared her sentence. "Not an adequate reason in all conscience. I`m no good at multi-tasking stuffs. If I do like what you`ve said, well—in brief, it is something I can`t commit. Also, I like to see things grow from zero, Hiiragizawa-san. It must be great when someday my design is as well-known as the toy company and I still manage to recall all the hardships I had overcome."

"Designer," Eriol nodded. "So it is your aim."

"Kind of."

"I thought it was because of your mother. The mansion might bring the memories of her to you."

Tomoyo laughed sweetly. "Mom was sparsely home."

"Yeah. I was just... guessed."

They fell in comfortable silence. Later Tomoyo was curious of how they could make it that way, but it felt not awkward at all even that no words exchanged. She focused herself to the scenery which came from the large windows. Eriol, on the other hand, once again took his part as an ice-breaker.

"After lunch, I suggest that we`d better discuss the best time to do our first check-up."

"Okay," Tomoyo agreed without tore away her eyes from the road.

"I hope you won`t turn up your nose at it, Daidouji-san."

"I won`t. I promise." Tomoyo replied, tired. She felt like an overworking celebrities with an perfectionist manager who always keep her schedule tight. Who knows the super mage named Eriol Hiiragizawa would have this attitude when it comes to responsibility? Well... Tomoyo couldn`t help but feel slight—please emphasized at the word—regret of her decision of making him pay her needs until birth. Cause basically she could purchase everything by herself! The reason why she demanded that was simply to not let Eriol just hands-off to what she deal with. If she didn`t set things this way, somehow it made her so... lonesome?

Eriol looked at his iPhone, checking his mail before turning his head back to face her and said, "Good. One more thing before I forget. Starting tomorrow, you don`t need to work any longer."

The calm atmosphere she`d just found decayed.

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to be continued.