She's Your Best Friend's Fiancée

Written by Hokkaidokyon

Summary: Eriol and Sakura are engaged and happy, until Eriol's best friend comes back from Hong Kong... SxS FOREVER, and ExT later.

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Chapter One: Engagement and Agreement

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"Sakura…." Eriol asked nervously. "I have something to ask you."

"Hm? Yes, what is it?" Sakura smiled warmly, giving Eriol more courage. He fiddled gently with something in his pocket. Sakura, being the dense 20-year-old she is, wondered vaguely what it might be. Gum? Tissues?

"Sakura, you know I love you." Eriol started, and then paused, trying to find the right words.

"And I love you, too, Eriol. Very much." Sakura said brightly, still not knowing what was going on.

"Ah, well…yes……..Sakura….." Eriol slid off the stone bench and knelt down in front of her, his heart thumping madly. "Sakura, will you marry me?"

"EH?" Sakura gasped, her green eyes lighting up with surprise. Eriol would have laughed at her reaction, but he was still too worried about whether or not she would accept. "Eriol, you… You really want to marry me? Really?"

"Very much so." Eriol answered firmly. Tears began to fill Sakura's eyes, and Eriol wondered if he had offended her. But all feeling was taken away, partly because Sakura had flung her arms around his neck and was cutting off all blood circulation, but mostly because she whispered,

"Yes. Yes! I'd love to marry you. I love you. Yes, yes, yes!" Eriol smiled and kissed her softly, silently slipping the diamond and emerald ring onto her finger.

"Thank you, Sakura. You've made me the happiest man alive. And I promise to make you happy, too." Eriol kissed her sweetly, but she broke away a second later, her eyes wide.

"I have to tell Dad and Touya!"

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"I finished my training. I've been here for five years now. I miss it there."

"Xaio Lang, patience." Yelan Li tried to calm her son. "Just a few more years, I'm sure."

"No. I can't wait a few more years! I'm sick of China- I hate it here!" Xiao Lang ranted. "Let me go, or I'll go mad. Just for a little while. Two years, or so. Just let me go back to Tomoeda for a while. A long while."

"Xiao Lang, I hate to think what two years will do for your training. You'll get lazy and lax, and then when your time is up you'll just complain again!" Yelan fought back, but her side of the argument was not true, and even she knew it. Well, maybe half of it. Xiao Lang was a constant martial artist, and never skipped his daily training for anything. But she didn't know how true the second statement was.

"That isn't true. You know it, and I know it. I've never broken a promise." And I don't intend to, he thought. "Let me go. Please." Xiao Lang asked, his voice becoming more soft and pleading.

Yelan looked at her flustered son, considering. Finally, she nodded. "I want you back in three months."

"Three? No. Two years, I'll call you once a week." Xiao Lang bargained.

"Six months, call me once a day." Yelan fought back.

"One year, I'll call you once every two days. Final offer."

"We've taught you well, Xiao Lang. Or…should it now be 'Syaoran?'"

Xiao Lang hugged his mother and kissed her cheek. "Thank you, mother," he said, then bowed to her before leaving the room to pack. One year was a lot to pack for, after all. Syaoran grinned. He would finally see her again! Would she remember him?

Please, Sakura. You remember, right? He asked silently.

He had first moved to Tomoeda when he was fifteen, and had become best friends with a girl named Sakura. A little while later, he had fallen madly in love with her, but she liked her brother's friend, Yukito. He had finally told her he loved her when he was nearly seventeen, and shortly thereafter had had to come back to Hong Kong, losing contact with her and never receiving an answer. He doubted that she remembered her existed. And now he was twenty one, and still madly in love with the girl. It had been five years since he had last seen her.

Entering his room, Syaoran noticed a letter on his bed. He grinned as he recognized the loopy handwriting of his relative, Eriol Hiiragizawa, who was currently living in Tomoeda. He had left China shortly after Syaoran had come back, and had never been acquainted with any of Syaoran's friends (or so they thought….).

Opening the letter, the strong scent of tea and burnt something wafted through the room- no doubt another of Nakuru's failed attempts at cooking. He smiled as he read it.

Syaoran,

How is China going? Are they going to let you come visit Tomoeda soon? I met a girl the other day at the designer's building. I think you'd like her a lot. Her name is Tomoyo Daidouji. She very pretty, but not as much as my girlfriend. Speaking of which, I need your advice. I've decided that I want to propose to her, but I have no idea how. She tells me she loves me, but is it real love? I'm not sure of how to go about it.

Awaiting your reply,

Eriol Hiiragizawa

It was one of the shorter letters, but Syaoran tucked it in a drawer full of letters and cards that he had received from friends. As he was about to shut the drawer, a flash of color caught his attention. He picked up a bright, hot pink card, and remembered that Sakura had given it to him on his sixteenth birthday. He blushed as he read the contents.

Hey Syao! Happy birthday! Don't you love the color of the card? I knew you would. So listen- just because you're 16 now doesn't mean you can go run off to China and leave me in the dust! I love you! Happy birthday!

Love, your BEST friend,

Sakura

P.s. If you ever have to back to Hong Kong, you had better keep in touch with me, or else!

Something splashed onto the card, and Syaoran quickly jerked away. Where had the water come from? Then his vision blurred, and he realized. He was crying. Tears began to make their way down his flawless face, reminding him cruelly that he was alone. The salty, bitter taste crept into the corners of his mouth as he gently tucked the pink card into his suitcase. Now that he had read it again, and read that she had loved him, he didn't want to be separated from it. It would be like losing Sakura.

Wiping the tears from his face, he brightened. He would see Sakura soon. He wouldn't be separated from her anymore. With that in mind, he hurriedly began to pack. He wanted the next flight to Tomoeda.

Well, that's the end of chapter one. Please review! --Hokkaidokyon