FOR OLD TIME'S SAKE

By: Tammy Super Girl

Revised Pen Name: Schick Merchandise

Unlike in all juicy stories, it started in a humble residence's living room. "Here," tall, fair and handsome, Touya Kinomoto tossed a huge sunshine dress to one of his assistants.

"The fuck is this!?" Syaoran Li, age twenty one, four years younger than his employer, should have accepted the concept as easily as he caught the garment.

It was already six o'clock and if there was anywhere they should be, it certainly wouldn't be in an empty home. If there was something they should be doing, it surely wouldn't be playing with laces and ruffles. Most evenings for the twosome entailed late night parties, and being stranded in a silent abode got them really out of place.

"You need to mask your identity, don't you? You said you saw some Chinese guards forming a search party for you in town." Not to mention, they were running really late. The watch on Touya's wrist was not lying, but he wished it was. In harness with his own Events business that he established last year, the second guy he happened to hire was allegedly an important person in Hong Kong. How did this happen? The boy was thrown outside of his country in terms of punishment. To make a living out of what little he had; to have a commoner's experience- all were objected for him to imbibe humility.

"Not as a woman with a cheapskate dress!" Apparently, Syaoran did not learn it, not much.

"THAT'S MY MOTHER'S!" Touya charged towards him, annoyed that he had to travel all the way back to his parents' house just to rummage his dead mother's closet for this gaki who never wanted to go home just because he blinded himself with the taste of freedom. Exactly six months ago, the heir of the Li Clan received a letter that informed his responsibility to return to his country. Unfortunately, he was ready to turn down the life of luxury for constant dancing and drinking. "NOW, SHUT UP! AND WEAR THE GODDAMN DRESS!" This twenty five year old dude may be at fault because of the line of work they were enlisted in. The bad influence, though unlikely, that title seemed to fit him lately.

Much to his chagrin, it took Syaoran half an hour to get ready. All of these, he thought, just to alter his image- his hot, picturesque and sexy image- just so he could cross the street without having his mother's bailiffs picking him up and forcing him to board the plane. "As soon as we get to the venue, I am stripping these all off," his jobs consisted designing for event banners, updating caterers, assigning bouncers, but tonight, he'll be someone cool, he'll be a DJ.

"Okay, great. Let's go." Touya gathered his things that conformed all that he needed- extra batteries, hard drives, bulbs, etc. Before his hand could grapple the knob of their front door, it swung open.

"Why's the door unlocked? Didn't Dad told me that he'll be gone for tonight?" Sakura Kinomoto, age twenty, went home from college to babysit her father's crib. "Oh wow, Syaoran!" and there was no way she could miss that young gent in a lady's outfit. With Snow White puffy sleeves, full blown skirt that reached his ankles, he looked like a doll that any little girl would abandon. "Finally stepping out of the closet!"

Of all things that he could dress himself as, he had to go with Touya's idea. The fact that he was his boss wasn't going to cut it. "I knew I should have camouflaged as a ninja." Great, he muttered, now Sakura's proposition of him being gay would finally yield fruit. Syaoran was having a feeling that he would never hear the end of this.

Author's Center Fold: I used to have 546 reviews in a span of 22 chapters but that was long way back in 2007. From that number, now I get is zero, or if I'm lucky, a 1 or a 2. It's either Fanfiction Dot Net changed or I just lost my connection to the readers. So, here I am, using my idle time for another hurrah. "Kiss for luck!" - Leah Skywalker

Chapter One: Whatever

It was another Friday night and Touya could never be more proud of how the event was turning out. Ever since Syaoran pulled off the sweet smelling scent of sunshine suit two weeks back, the traces of Chinese men searching him out had constantly withered. For all the trouble he brought, why not just fire him? "Li, what time do you get off?" One red headed chick leaned closer to the counter, her cleavage revealing themselves on purpose just so she could seduce him.

"As soon as the party ends, in two to three hours tops." Syaoran was on bartender duty tonight. The boy had wicked moves with the Baileys and the ladies, if he could say so himself. For all intents and purposes, he was an asset to his rising business.

Three hours later, the shindig was on its verge of closing. When the CEO of the company celebration was pissed drunk, that was usually the sign that said party's over.

"My place or yours?" Syaoran had a masculine grin plastered all over his face when he walked out of the function room, a girl dangled on his left arm. Touya didn't even need to teach him how to be an escort, the boy had talents that easily bloomed out of his uptight persona after starving in the streets for cluelessness on how to survive without a servant.

"Yours?" Wrong answer, he thought. Well, there was never a right answer, only wronger. The twenty one year old never had sexual intercourse with these femmes. Fear for his life, one might be a carrier of STD. That was something he wasn't going to try, not even once. It's strictly non-negotiable.

"Your wish is my command," he lied as he spotted her immediate boss's car parked at the curb of the busy street. 2012 Porsche Boxter, a black car that he lusted over.

"What are you doing? I'd get fired if you drive it!" Instinctively, the girl who happened to approach him tonight was a secretary of a manager in the company they offered their services to. Syaoran took no heed of what she said. All he needed was that key drowning inside her pocket. Easy as 1 2 3, he dived his hand in her jet black skirt's nab and stole it.

"He won't even notice." The grin he had on spelled confidence, as if he had given his most trusting word. "Holy shit," he abruptly cursed when he noticed two doubtful chinky eyed men scouring the vicinity. Maybe they had gotten word that he was working for Kinomoto Affairs so they came to check the perimeter.

"Mm!" The girl was lost for words when her beau for the evening crashed his strong lips on hers. For Syaoran's sake, he was just using this make-out session as an easy mask to hide his face from them. Pushing her inside the vehicle while wildly roaming his hands around her, they wouldn't even bother to interrogate what was going on. From anyone's point of view, this was pretty much self explanatory.

Minutes later, when the coast was clear and free of watchers, he felt safe to relax in the driver's seat while dominating the roads. Sports Cars were his thing. However, he already had one in Hong Kong and he liked them better in red. That was the sole reason why he was dropping her off at her apartment while pulling off the works of a gentleman. "You're too special to be taken advantage of," more of an alibi, really. Plus, he was not drunk enough to find her worth ravishing. So, after throwing her the key that belonged to her boss, he walked off and jumped on the nearest public jalopy.

Half an hour passed and he was found screaming manliness within the bounds of the Kinomoto lawn. Since the event they stirred was in Tomoeda, Touya was nice enough to invite his favored assistant to ride his father's couch. Who knows where this kid might end up? Not to mention, he was intoxicated. Actually, both of them were.

"I'm NEVER going back to HONG KONG!" Syaoran wasn't sure, but this was happiness, freedom, and of course alcohol.

"That's riiiight," Touya cooed, amusing himself while he watched this kid think in his most juvenile moments. Tossing him a huge girly blouse, he added, "Go change. You're not sleeping on the sofa with that polo shirt on." The boy did not seem sweaty, not at all, but making fun of him was considerable.

The next morning, Syaoran woke up with a killer hangover. More so, there was an auburn haired girl hovering over and staring down at him. Sakura Kinomoto was a hundred pound, emerald-eyed, finger-banging, label-whoring package of pure girly evil. That's what he thought. Since the last time they saw each other, for two fucking weeks, he had been dreaming of getting back to her for accusing him as gay. Someday, he's going to make her pay.

Still laid on the couch, he lifted his athletic hand up, his palm reaching the back of her neck. "Touya said you're our guest. I can cook you spaghetti. Oh wait, maybe hotdogs? Yes, you'll like those hotdogs." Gay jokes, she wasn't certain what was going for her.

Listening to the way she chortled, she did not look like she minded that his fingers were crawling at the roots of her hair. Well, she should be, "Nn!" she squealed... because he just vigorously pulled her down to meet his lips.

So much for killing her. Technically, this was their first kiss. Oh well, whatever works.

Author's Notes: Believe me, I tried! Reviews please please please please.