Disclaimer:- Plot's mine. Don't steal. CCS is not.

.:Original prankster:.

Li Syaoran had never been the vengeful type. Of course, whenever Hiiragizawa would pull one of his stupid, immature, practical jokes (that normally consisted of Syaoran himself, ladies' undergarments and an adhesive), then things would get serious.

"But Xiao-Lang," Hiiragizawa would say in a mournful tone, sounding completely and utterly shocked that Syaoran had accused him. "I would never, ever think of doing such a thing to my cute little descendent. What kind of immoral person do you think I am?"

"The kind that finds it amusing to glue those kind of things to my back," Syaoran would venomously mutter back.

Then Hiiragizawa would look confused, and question what kind of things.

A general discussion would follow (right in Homeroom to Syaoran's absolute shame) about what kind of things could be found stuck to the Chinese boy's back (there were indeed a great variety of things, some of which he had never even heard of, let alone seen).

Sakura would look behind, and ask him why his face was so red. Although not quite so naïve anymore, Syaoran's girlfriend couldn't comprehend why he became so embarrassed whenever 'Eriol-kun would start a Homeroom conversation'. It figured; Syaoran's own girlfriend thought Hiiragizawa's jokes were funny. Was there no justice in the world?

Syaoran scowled, and slammed his locker shut. He had just finished with football practice, and having received a bruise from Yamazaki-san's flying boot (he really had to do his laces better when he went to kick the damn ball), he wanted nothing more than to go home.

Striding down the school hallway, Syaoran was only a few steps away from the main doors when he heard his name called out.

"Li-kun!"

Turning around, he saw Daidouji Tomoyo walking up to him quickly, books in her arm, and he backpack slung over one shoulder.

She waved as a way of a greeting. "I just got out of choir practice. Do you want to walk home together?"

Syaoran shrugged. "Might as well." Tomoyo repositioned her bag, and looked around descreetly. Satisfied, she strolled off, Syaoran next to her.

As they passed the lines of golden trees (it was, after all autumn), Syaoran couldn't help but think that Tomoyo had something on her mind.

Seemingly reading his mind, Tomoyo said casually, "I want to get revenge."

Syaoran stared at her, not sure if he had heard her right. Did polite, proper, Daidouji Tomoyo want to pay back someone?

"I don't get it."

Tomoyo rolled her eyes. "What I mean to say is that I want to teach somebody a lesson."

Syaoran was still slightly unsure. "Not to be prying or anything, but who do you want to get revenge on?"

Tomoyo smiled. Syaoran couldn't describe that smile (without using the word carnivorous).

"We have a common ground. One of Hiiragizawa's pranks ended up being played on me."

"What-"

Tomoyo held up a hand, effectively interrupting him. "Let's just say it involved a lot of cold water."

Syaoran really didn't want to know.

"Anyway," she continued. "I just feel like playing a small prank back. Nothing big."

Catching the hidden meaning in her words, Syaoran grinned slowly back. "Yeah. Nothing big." Striding forward, with new vigour, he asked Tomoyo "Your house or mine?"

"Hoe…" Sakura slumped forwards on her desk. Nobody took much attention of this (it had become a routine which occurred anytime a maths lesson had started). Only Syaoran would give her a word of encouragement, and Tomoyo would go over the work she hadn't understood later. Sakura appreciated these gestures of help greatly, and had almost come to expect them.

But she was surprised when she heard no words of encouragement, or the usual promise from Tomoyo.

"Hoe?" she said again, this time in confusion. And then she saw her boyfriend and her best friend, passing notes.

"Tomoyo-chan," she whispered. Tomoyo looked up from reading the note. "What's going on?"

Tomoyo said breezily, "Me and Li-kun are just discussing something." Seeing Sakura's inquisitive look, she hastily added, "But if you want, we can go over some formulae later if it'd help."

Sakura nodded, all perplexity gone. Until she looked up at the board.

"Hoeeeee…" she groaned, and buried her head in her arms.

Behind Tomoyo was someone a little harder to placate.

"Daidouji-san," whispered Eriol amusedly. Tomoyo turned around to look at him.

"I've never seen you ignore Sakura-san like that before. Is something the matter?"

Tomoyo raised one amiable eyebrow. "Perhaps. But I do believe that that is mine and Li-kun's business."

Eriol was not deterred. "Business so important that you forget Sakura-san?"

Tomoyo's expression turned slightly frosty, and then melted. Who was she to trade words with Hiiragizawa-kun? He would, when all was said and done, get his just deserts.

"Maybe you should leave Li-kun and I to our own devices."

Hiiragizawa Eriol did not consider himself to be a particularly nosy person. However, when his curiosity got the best of him, he could always resort to his favourite trick.

The rather nifty little talent of reading minds.

Staring at the back of Tomoyo's head, he prepared himself for the usual onslaught of jumbled messages, including shopping lists, a song or two, and random words, that would make no sense to the average person.

But of course, Hiiragizawa Eriol was not your average person. And that's why he fell off his chair with a dull thud, when he read Tomoyo's mind.

For Daidouji Tomoyo had just the one thought in her head.

Which shocked him to no end.

'You're a damn attractive magician, Hiiragizawa-kun, and I rather love you. Now get out of my mind.'

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UPDATE 07/06/09. But nothing too drastic. Review please!