Disclaimer: Why would anyone think I own any of these characters?! Ehem. I do not own any of the CCS characters used in this fic.

This is an AU ET fic. Which means, may have some OOC-ness. If you don't like ET, then go away! :P Just kidding! No wait don't go grabs you and ties you to a chair There. :P I am a HUGE supporter of ET, for reasons I cannot explain why. Maybe because Eriol is too damn handsome and Tomoyo is too damn beautiful. Ahhhh, the perfect pair Anyway, here goes……

Oreo Cookies and Peanut Butter

Chapter 1

Tomoyo ran down the street, her silver-gray her flying wildly behind her. Her eyes darted left and right, looking for the familiar figure of her boyfriend Darcy. She had called him a few minutes ago, asking him to meet her in their usual meeting place, in front of their favorite café situated in one of the quietest sections in town.

She plopped down on a bench and sighed heavily. She ran her fingers through her silky strands, patted her cheeks, clenched and unclenched her hands nervously, pulled at the collar of her shirt, finally smoothing out invisible creases on her skirt. An arm was sneaking up slowly about her shoulders. Immediately she turned around and wrapped her arms around a laughing Darcy.

"Sheesh, how come you always know that it's me?" Darcy smiled fondly, looking at the top of Tomoyo's head which was currently buried in his chest. He placed his hand under her chin to lift her face up. "Hey babe. Didja miss me?"

Tomoyo sat up and swatted his arm playfully. "We just saw each other last night, stupid!"

"Yeah, yeah, but I know you did anyway." She stuck out his tongue at him. "Anyway, what's up? You sounded urgent over the phone."

She visibly stiffened, her purple eyes going wide with anxiety. She didn't know how to say what she had to say to him. Gathering her resolve, she opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her, placing a finger on her lips. "Shh, I know what you're thinking, babe. Next week I'll be leaving to work in London and I'm not gonna be around for a year, but I swear I'll call you everyday and I'll try to come back for visits! So don't be sad…I say let's just enjoy the time we have left." He leaned down to kiss her but Tomoyo turned away.

"It's not that, Darcy…I mean…Darcy, don't go, please!"

"What the hell are you saying?!" He cringed, aware that he had spoken a little too loudly. Tears threatened to fall over Tomoyo's eyes. "Sorry for yelling…what are you saying, babe? We talked about this a long time ago remember? I thought you were okay with it and now you're saying…"

"Darcy, I'm pregnant."

A long silence followed. Tomoyo's head was bowed, hiding the tears that now flowed. Darcy sat in shock. It was a while before he stammered, "Pregnant…why, how…?"

Tomoyo looked up, suddenly angry. "God, what do you mean how?! I fucked myself and this is what happened!!! Or, let me see, I think it was the Holy Ghost!!!" she said, her voice practically dripping with sarcasm.

"Stop it!" he snapped, his face draining of color.

She took his hands and pleaded, "I'm sorry, but it happened! So please Darcy! Don't go! Don't leave me like this! You have to marry me!"

He looked at her like he couldn't comprehend what she was saying. His eyes, she noted fearfully, became distant and cold. He slowly stood up, letting go of her hands.

"Darcy, where are you going? Darcy…?"

She watched painfully as he turned back and walked away from her. "Darcy!!! Come back! Don't leave me!" she screamed. She was sobbing now, and she didn't care who heard her. Her boyfriend was actually leaving her. She thought he loved her…"DARCY!!!" He had now broken into a run. Just before he turned around the corner, she heard him yell back faintly, "I'm sorry, Tomoyo! I can't…"

Tomoyo was left on the street, crying her heart out.

A week had passed.

He's gone now, she knew. The fucking bastard left me, she thought numbly. That's all she was to him. For fucking. He fucked her and got her pregnant and now all the fun was gone so he left her. His going abroad was convenient. She had never felt so alone in her life. She loved him with all her heart and he did this to her. She never should've agreed to have sex with him. She should've known he wasn't any different from other guys. She seriously contemplated committing suicide, then remembered that she was carrying another life inside of her. The past few days was spent inside her room, crying.

She had to tell her parents, of course. She started crying again, imagining the look on her mother's face when she heard what happened. I have to. She wiped her tears and went out of her room, walking purposefully to her parents' bedroom. The huge house was eerily quiet. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door and went in.

A shriek, a sob, and a slap broke the silence.

Amanda Hiiragizawa ran down the steps to open the door, which was practically shaking from the knocks coming from the other side. She stopped, wondering for a moment who could it be. Must be an emergency. She looked at their grandfather clock, which told her it was 6 'o clock in the morning. She listened curiously to the harsh voices that were speaking outside. Someone was sobbing. She opened the door and stared blankly at the three strangers standing on her front porch. "Yes?"

The man, who was scowling, demanded, "Where's your son?"

Amanda blinked, then became indignant. Who the hell does he think he is, barging into their house at 6 am looking for her son—she doesn't know which son yet—like her son was a criminal? She drew herself up to her full height and said icily, "Are you looking for Darcy or Eriol?" She sighed inwardly, thinking that Eriol had done something again. That no-good son of hers was nothing like his elder brother.

The man turned to the girl who was sobbing and snarled, "What's the name of that bastard?"

"Darcy…" the girl whispered.

"Wait a minute, who are you people anyway? What do you want with my son Darcy?" Amanda angrily said.

"I am Shinichi Daidouji, this is my wife Sonomi—" He gestured towards the harrowed-looking woman behind him, "and this—" he pushed Tomoyo towards Amanda, "—is my daughter Tomoyo, who happens to be your son Darcy's girlfriend, who happens to be PREGNANT!!!" He finished, his eyes practically bulging out of his head.

By now Amanda's husband, Edward, had come downstairs because of the commotion. "What's going on?!" Edward demanded, pulling his bathrobe closer around him.

Shinichi was almost beside himself. "Darcy got my daughter pregnant so now he has to marry her!!!"

"Why should he?" Amanda shot back.

Before her husband could shout again, Sonomi stepped forward. "Please, ma'am, sir," she said, bowing slightly. "It would be embarrassing for our daughter to be pregnant without the child's father…and besides it is also the responsibility of your son to—"

"Sex works two ways!" It was Edward's turn to shout now. "If my son and your daughter had sex, they would have to be aware of the consequences! Especially your daughter since she's the female!"

"Your son has to marry my daughter and that's final!" Shinichi yelled.

"We cannot allow that!" Amanda shrieked. "Besides, my son's not even in the country, he's in London!"

"I don't believe you!" Shinichi bellowed. "You're hiding him inside the house!"

Amanda stepped back and threw the door wide open. "Go ahead, go inside and look for him! See if you can find him!" By this time Eriol had woken up, going out of his room to the noises outside that jarred his sleep. He shuffled to the staircase, rubbing his eyes sleepily. Amanda was still shrieking. "Darcy is not here, I told you! The only son I have here is Eriol!" Eriol's head snapped up at the sound of his name. "You want my son to marry your daughter?! There, there's my son!"

Eriol knew he must've looked like a deer caught in headlights. No longer sleepy, he looked at the maddening scene before him before turning around and running back to his bedroom, slamming the door shut.

After hours of shouting himself hoarse without really going anywhere, Shinichi Daidouji dragged his family back home. Now they sat in the dining room, looking like a still-life painting. Although Tomoyo was trembling. She could hardly believe what happened back there, and hearing all the things that were said shamed her even more.

Shinichi suddenly kicked the chair in front of him. "Damn!" he swore loudly. Sonomi started at this, and Tomoyo burst into tears anew.

He turned to Tomoyo. "Why the hell are you crying?!" he screamed. "Wasn't this all your freaking fault?! Never in my life…god! What did we do to deserve this, Tomoyo?!"

Sonomi stood up and went to stand beside her daughter. Tears were running down her cheeks too. "Shinichi, stop it, please," she begged.

He grabbed a plate that was lying beside the sink and hurled it. It fell, shattering into a thousand pieces. Tomoyo flinched, sobbing loudly, her whole body trembling violently. She knew her father would never strike her, but his words had the same effect. "I worked my butt off to put myself where I am now to give my family everything—and this is how you repay me?!" Shinichi continued to shout. "I have a reputation to uphold! What will the people say about us now?!"

"Shinichi, please."

He sat back down again, burying his face in his hands. Both females were startled to hear a sob escape from his mouth. Shinichi Daidouji had never cried in his entire life. Tomoyo sobbed even harder. "We raised you the best we could, Tomoyo," he said brokenly, his voice muffled. "We swear to God we did. Now I ask you why, why…?"

Sonomi gently hugged Tomoyo and rocked her back and forth, crying herself. "Everything's going to be alright," she said so softly that Tomoyo barely heard her. "It's all going to be alright."

But Tomoyo knew it never will. God, what did I do? I've destroyed my family…

Amanda opened the door and almost closed it again, if Shinichi hadn't stuck his foot in. She glared daggers at him and said icily, "So it's you again. What do you want? I told you my son isn't here."

"He still has to marry my daughter," he said.

"Don't you understand?" she hissed. "If Darcy left your daughter while knowing she was pregnant, it means only one thing. Darcy doesn't love Tomoyo. If he does, he will stay."

"I'm willing to talk about all this in a civilized manner, if you please," he said calmly.

She sighed and opened the door wider, motioning for him to come in and sit down on one of the chairs. "Look, I can understand what your demands are. But Darcy can't marry Tomoyo and I'm sure he doesn't even want to."

Shinichi sat back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Didn't you say you had another son?"

"You mean Eriol?" she said, surprised. He nodded. "You mean, Eriol—marry Tomoyo?" He nodded again. She shook her head violently. "That's a preposterous idea! Eriol doesn't even know wh—"

"Let me make this clear for you," he said coldly, leaning forward. "I don't care which son marries my daughter. As long as somebody from your family marries her, that's fine with me. If nobody will, I swear the next time we see each other will be in court."

And he stood up swiftly and walked out the door, leaving Amanda sitting there with her mouth hanging open.

"I WILL NOT!" Eriol bellowed the next day.

They were peacefully having breakfast when her mother suddenly said that he would be getting married. Tomorrow. Hearing this made Eriol leap out of his chair and stand away from his parents as possible. He came down feeling famished but now his appetite was nowhere to be found. He suddenly felt like throwing up.

"Yes you will," Edward said calmly while buttering a piece of toast.

"Why should I?" Eriol snarled, still clutching his table napkin which he began twisting in his hands. "If you say Darcy doesn't love this girl, well so do I! Because I don't even know her! I haven't even met her before! And—"

"Oh Eriol, quit your whining!" Amanda said. "This is the only way. If we you don't marry her, her father will bring this matter to court."

"No, no, no I won't, NEVER!" Eriol shouted, stamping his foot. He knew he looked liked a four-year-old throwing a tantrum but he couldn't help it. His future was going down the drain.

Edward wiped his mouth with his napkin and set it down. He stood up and slowly walked towards Eriol, who began to back up towards the shelves. "Look, son," he began in this no-nonsense voice. "Even if Darcy wanted to marry that girl, your mother and I won't allow that. I simply refuse to let Darcy throw his life away for that girl. She isn't worth it. Darcy's got a lot of things going for him, and marrying this girl will ruin it. You have to marry her to save your brother. If you don't we'll have a scandal in our hands and we certainly don't need one."

Eriol could feel his anger mounting as his father spoke. He felt trapped. To save his brother? Give me a break! "Why me?!" he said furiously. "Why do I have to cover for him? Why do I have to clean up the mess he made?"

"Because he's your brother!" Amanda thundered. "Because he has better things to do in his life unlike you, who dropped out of college and is now living like a bum! Don't you know how scandalous that was for us, Eriol? We don't need another scandal! Darcy has been a dutiful son to us—"

"—And I'm not, right?" Eriol cut in, seething inside. His statement seemed to add, for you I'm not. I never was, wasn't I?

Amanda softened a bit. "Of course not, Eriol." Yeah right, he thought, looking down. His eyes began to sting with tears that he will never allow to fall. They will never know the times he spent eavesdropping in his parents' conversations. He knew he was the "black sheep" of the family. And he was, really. Just because he lived his life the way he wanted to, and not listening to them about what course to take up in college. Which was why he dropped out. It was funny, though, that it was their "dutiful son" Darcy who was now giving them this problem.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that," Amanda continued. "It's just that…since you aren't exactly headed anywhere right now, and you aren't focused on anything in particular, you seem to be the man for this—job. Please, Eriol. If not for Darcy, do it for us. Please."

Eriol slowly looked up at his mother's pleading eyes, then at his father's unwavering ones, sighing inwardly. Was there no way out of this?

By afternoon, everyone was invited to the celebration of Tomoyo Daidouji's marriage to Eriol Hiiragizawa.

A/N: hooooooeeeeee…..I am so inspired by Ekai Ungson's fics, so here I go!!!! Wheeeeee! I demand all of you to find her fics and read them right now! grabs Ekai's legs and hangs on for dear life Make me your student, Master Ekai! Uhm, anyway. Please review flames are accepted, but please not too flamy :P

The concept of this fic was taken from the TV show "Maalaala mo Kaya" yep! nods From one episode. Thank you Ate Charo