***back to the 3rd person POV; for the flashback, refer to Tag-Ulan Na Naman, a separate oneshot here in FF.net***
The therapist and Tomoyo were talking in the living room the next morning when Eriol wheeled down the ramp built beside the stairs. "Nakuru, my coffee—" He froze when he saw the guest in the receiving room.
Tomoyo smiled at him just as the man beside her stood up respectfully.
"Daichi Miyouke, this is Hiiragizawa Eriol, the patient," she introduced. "Hiiragizawa-kun, this is your therapist, Miyouke-san. He graduated last year from the University of—"
"My coffee," he said grimly. "I want my coffee."
"Certainly, Hiiragizawa-kun," she sad courteously. "Anyway, he will be starting the therapy session with you today and—"
"WHERE THE HELL IS MY COFFEE?!!!" he barked, making the therapist flinch.
Tomoyo, however, was undaunted. "—you will have your coffee right after you shake hands with your therapist."
His eyes crinkled in anger. "Damn you!" He turned his wheelchair around and pushed himself out of the room furiously.
"I have a feeling that what was really impaired in him weren't really his legs, but his heart," said Daichi thoughtfully.
"I know." Her delicate features softened. "But what can I do? I want to see him walk again."
"Is he…is he your husband?" the man asked uncertainly.
"No." She sighed. "An old friend back in elementary. Someone asked me to nurse him back to health."
"What a caring friend you make." She could feel the malice in his voice. She shrugged.
"Well, in that case, maybe we can be…friends?" he offered her his hand. "Companionship is therapeutic too."
"Of course, Miyouke-san," she said, giving him an impersonal smile. "But the one you must try to befriend is Hiiragizawa-kun. He is the one who needs your help after all." She looked at her wristwatch, then smiled at him. "This way to the exercise room. I had the men set up the equipment yesterday, just as you asked."
He flashed her a grin. "Thank you."
Tomoyo found Eriol in the kitchen, sipping his strong black coffee. Apparently, he had the initiative to make his own drink when he realized that Nakuru wasn't around.
"It's time for your session," she informed him.
He didn't reply, nor acknowledged her presence at all.
She sighed audibly. "Don't be difficult, Hiiragizawa-kun."
"Just leave me alone," came the curt reply from him.
She walked towards the table and pulled a seat that was directly in front of him. She stared at him in the eye and spoke, "I will not stop pestering you unless you agree to let me wheel you to the exercise room."
He laughed humorlessly. "You think I care? I can ignore you, and you can waste your breath talking to me, but I won't go."
"OK, how about if I strike a deal with you. I'll give you anything, just as long as you promise to go to those therapy sessions," she found herself saying.
His brow rose, somewhat intrigued. "Anything?"
She nodded. "As long as it's not impossible."
He smirked. "Deal me."
She was a little taken aback, and she searched her mind for things that a Clow reincarnation could possibly want from life when he had power, knowledge, and even money.
Then it struck her.
"Me," she said simply.
His forehead creased.
"I offer myself to you," she said. "And once you are able to recover your motor skills, you are free to do whatever you wish to do to me."
"Sex," he said slowly. "Is that what you mean?"
She felt herself wince with his brutal outspokenness. "Something to that effect."
He laughed, once again, humorless. It was insulting even. "Tempting offer, but will you enlighten me as to why you want to go that extent just to see me walk again?"
"I don't see whether that should still be your business," she said coldly. "But I do know for a fact that the first night you stayed here, when you seduced me into kissing you, you yourself said that you want me badly."
His eyes burned in fury. "Damn you!"
She got up, her eyes still on him. "Yes, damn me, but damn you too, because I know you know that what I said is true."
He sneered. "Yes, it's a fact. You're a beautiful thing, Daidouji Tomoyo. I've always known that." His mouth clamped shut.
Tomoyo fell silent too, not knowing how to react.
"You got me," he said finally. "Alright, for the meantime, I'll let you manipulate me, woman, but I'm telling you…you'll pay dearly for this." His azure orbs roared in angry flames. "Dearly."
She was a little frightened by his intensity, but she struggled to look composed. "I am ready."
He turned around and pushed his wheelchair towards the exercise room. Right after he left, she collapsed weakly on the chair.
Good Lord, what have I just gotten myself into?
She viewed the two men from the clear glass paneling. It had been three weeks since that fateful incident in the kitchen, and the air between her and the wheelchair-bound man was always electrified by tension. His eyes always mockingly remind her of what she did just to see him try to regain his motor skills.
She herself had wondered for countless nights why she did that, but every time she thinks of that night when Eriol Hiiragizawa asked her not to leave him alone, she had vowed to herself to take care of him and protect him.
He was an ice…an impenetrable block of blazing ice.
But she cared for him deeply. Deeply.
Ever since that fateful day he rescued her amidst the rain back when she was eleven, she hadn't forgotten him.
But he didn't need to know that of course.
She laughed sardonically. When she received the wedding invitation a month ago, she felt that heaven and earth plunged down on her. She was too numb to cry though, and had contented herself to walking down the rain, reminiscing.
But when she had never expected it, destiny managed to make their paths cross again, but now, with inverted circumstances.
She, then the damsel in distress, was now the one to rescue the disillusioned knight in shining armor from drowning himself in the rain.
That afternoon, Tomoyo fed Eriol the chicken broth Nakuru made for dinner.
"Miyouke-san said that you were making good progress," she said as she blew on the soup delicately.
He shrugged. "I have one damn good motivation."
This made her blush. As days passed, she had been hoping that somehow, Eriol would start to forget about the words she put down, mostly said out of the heat of the moment.
"That's good," she said, attempting to save face.
"You've changed," he said out of the blue.
She spooned the soup to him. "So did you."
"Yeah, I guess." He leaned on the headboard. "Many things had happened…"
"It's alright." Out of instinct, she touched his hand tenderly.
He turned to her, surprised. She gave him an uncertain smile. "Hiiragizawa-kun, we are…victims of circumstances," she decided to say. "You mustn't blame yourself wholly. There are just things that out of our control."
"But I'm supposed to be…the reincarnation of Clow Reed." And for the first time since he arrived in Tomoeda again, she found him opening up his emotions he had bottled. "I wasn't…even able to save the woman I love…"
She winced, but decided to not comment.
"When I lost her, I felt like I lost a part of me too. I don't think I want to live anymore," he continued.
"Hiiragizawa-kun, for an all-powerful mage, you can be pretty dumb," she said.
"What do you mean?" he snapped.
"I thought Uncle Fujitaka have a part of himself in you. Why couldn't you understand the notion of moving on?" she snapped back. "Aunt Nadeshiko died, but he lived on, because he knows Sakura-chan and Touya still needs him. He can't afford to leave them!"
Eriol clenched his fists. "And me, I don't have anyone else? Why should I live?"
"Hell, Hiiragizawa Eriol, you will live because you want to f—k me!" she screamed in an outburst.
He froze, astounded. Never in his wildest dreams had he even thought of Tomoyo Daidouji, the Tomoyo Daidouji, saying that.
But when she puts it that way…
"You're not alone, when can you ever let that penetrate your thick skull, Hiiragizawa?" she said, calming down. "I am here."
Slowly, he relaxed into a grin. "Thanks."
She laughed, relieved. "Walk again, that is all I ask of you. Walk and live and smile like that again, then you'll make the people around you happy."
Confusion filled his handsome face. "But why do you care so much about me? Why do you have to offer yourself to me?"
"Idiot." She smiled at him fondly before planting a kiss on his forehead. "Rest. You still have another bunch of walk trainings to do."
He didn't insist anymore on the questions. He was fatigued by the exercises too. He allowed her to wheel him into his room already, where Nakuru and Spinel were waiting for him.