Closet
Hey! It's me, chibisakura! I've had this story stuck in my brain for a long time, and I needed to get it out! It's supposed to be outrageously funny. (And I mean OUTRAGEOUS! You have no idea what's going on in my head right now. {Somewhere along the lines of elephants in bedsheets} This is all a result of reading StarDragon fics.) Unlike Wish, this fic will be humorous, and hopefully not as bad. (Result of mysterious sugar high, which is weird because I haven't eaten sugar today. ^^') Totally random weird things should happen...
This takes place after the battle with Eriol. I haven't seen many episodes of CCS, I'm a manga junkie, so forgive me for any mistakes that I made involving episodes and such.
Anyways, brace yourself for pure insanity, or maybe just corny random things... he he.
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The Closet
Chapter 1:
Locked in by Satan and his Mistress. {Guess who?}
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"{ }" - Authoress notes (You have to remember this; I won't be writing A.N in front of all of them)
"= =" Telepatically speaking
"[ ]" Thoughts
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~Sakura's POV~
I was roller-blading down the leaf-covered street on my way to Tomoyo's house for a tea party. Eriol was supposed to be there, and was bringing a "friend." No doubt who this "friend" was. My lip curled in a frown as I remembered their previous antics called "match-making." I thought about all the embarrasing outcomes of all of the match-making. All of them just made the relationship between Syaoran and me more unconfortable. Syaoran barely talks to me anymore, in fear of the evil-blinking light that often leads to the black-eye of one of Tomoyo's video cameras.
It was not that I minded that Eriol was brining him, it's actually quite the contrary. He hates me because of them.
I turned the corner and took in the bright summer greenery around me, trying to clear my thoughts by listening to the leaves being crushed my rollerblades. I strolled past King Penguin Park, where I ended up fighting -and capturing- many cards; with Syaoran.
I daydreamed for a moment; re-living some of my Cardcaptor moments with him. My lip curled again in another frown as I realized what I was doing. I shook my head, getting the picture of him and me out of my mind. It's not like that will ever happen, so why get my hopes up?
I peacefully skated until I came to a rolling stop in front of the Tsukinmine Shrine. The place always seemed to lurk in the darkness surrounded by tall, impersonating trees, it always seemed like it was going to storm everytime I came near it, even though the rest of the world was bathing in cheery sunlight without a faint trace of a cloud drifting in the sky.
My mind drifted back to the time when The Maze trapped us as we passed the vine-covered entrance to the shrine a few years back, in fourth grade. I sighed. That was one of the first cards that me and Syaoran worked together to capture... I suddenly slapped myself on the forehead desperatly, as if I was trying to bump the thoughts out of my brain.
[Shut up brain! I don't like Syaoran, I don't like Syaoran, I DON'T LIKE SYAORAN!]
I shook my head vigorously, shaking out the remainders of my thoughts; also gaining the strange looks of passer-bys and nearby gypsies. I sweatdropped and smiled at the crowd, that was currently staring at me. As if on cue, the passer-bys continued doing their thing, and the gypsies said something in gypsy-language, and ran away, beginning a small earthquake, on their big, gray, elephant with a red cover over it's back and a little hat upon its head with gold tassels hanging from it. I skated on; a little faster.
The rhythm, at which I was rollerblading, slowed as I passed Tomoeda elementary. I reminenced my more-or-less happy years at that school. Some thoughts stuck out like a sore thumb in my mind. The day Syaoran came, the Sleeping Beauty play where I almost got to kiss Syaoran, the trip to the beach where I saw Syaoran topless.... I whiped off my drool and blushed.
[Think un-sexy thoughts, think un-sexy thoughts!]
{Sorry, I read a fic with that in there, and I saw a Simpons epidode with that in there, I decided to include it in my fic, too.}I gagged as I caught a hold of my thoughts. Who said that Syaoran was SEXY!
[Well, maybe every girl in China and Japan. ACK! What am I thinking. He is not sexy, no he is a guy, and guys are bad. Well, maybe they're not but... Yes they are! They are bad! They make me think bad things!]
I shook my head and skated speedily to Tomoyo's. Maybe some tea will clear my head. {Ohohohohohoho, how wrong she is!!! ^^' Oops, sorry.}
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~Syaoran's POV~
KNOCK KNOCK
"Oh my cute little descendant, I know you're in there. Don't make me set your door on fire." I sighed and got up before Eriol burned my door in to a pile of ash. I didn't need that happening, again. This was the 10th time he knocked, and I wasn't very keen on opening the door that separted heaven and hell. (All rooms without Eriol in it are refered to as heaven; where he is, it's hell.) I knew the reason why he was here; for there is only a few reasons to narrow it down to:
1. There is an emergency. (Scratch that, the door is still standing.)
2. Evil magic thing. (Can't be that, all the window's that were open were not jumped into.)
3. There was something he needed. (Not this, if needed something, he would've magicked it to himself.)
So that only left one thing: He had an evil plan to get me together with Sakura.
I reluctantly got up from my couch from reading a book, to open the door. Eriol let himself in with a sly grin taking up half his face that, according to the laws of physics, should've dislocated his jaw. I hate that grin, it's evil and it should die.
"So, you finally decided to let me in, dear desendant?" I gave Eriol a dull look, and said,
"What do you want, Eriol?" Eriol gave me a fake offended expression.
"Can't I just visit my desendant once in awhile? Sometimes I get lonely with Suppi and Ruby." I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes.
[This can not be any lamer.]
"I said, WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I said, being careful to exagerate every syllable of "What do you want?" Eriol clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"I guess you just don't appreciate me, Syaoran," he started crying, "I guess I'll just have to leave," Eriol left in a scurry, supposedly trying to hide his tears, but I could see a smirk peeping out of the corner of his arm. I happily shut the door after and walked back to the couch, relieved, but before I could sit down, Eriol yelled from the other side of the door, "Oh yea, I rembered what I was going to tell you. I told Tomoyo that we were going to meet her at her house. We're supposed to meet her there at 12:00!" I rampaged toward the door and tore the door off its hinge, only to find a cloud of dust where Eriol once was. He knew me too well.
I swung around and took a glance of my digital clock, and the red letters bore in to my mind.
It was 11:45.
I was NEVER EVER late, and as sure as hell this wasn't going to be the first time, even though I didn't really agree to go. I ran to my dresser, and threw my clothes all over the floor in a frenzy to decide what to wear. My thoughts turned rapidly from killing Eriol to... HER.What if SHE was there. The only one who's opinion really mattered to me. The rain of clothes stopped as I paused in a moment in thought; and serious blushing. The picture of her ran through my mind, the one where she's smiling at me. The 100 watt smile that was so bright that it lit up anyone's dank spirit, even mine, all though I didn't have the best way of expressing it. {The all-famous blush-and-nod. ^^}
I finally I picked out a forest green t-shirt {Go figure.} with a navy blue line outlined in white running across the chest, and a pair of khakis. I threw on a pair of shoes and a dark green coat and flew out of the doorway; there was no need to open the door; on the other side of the room it left a space through the wall where it crashed though in my rampage to get Eriol.
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~Back to Sakura~
I knew I was nearing Tomoyo's house when her house started growing in the horizon ahead of me. I skated on with my hands behind my back; all of my worries were rinsed from my head as the cleansing wind brushed playfully through my head as the summer sun washed over me and warmed my face. I cleared all of the sounds from my head so all I could hear were the birds singing to each other and the cherry blossom petals dancing on the wind.
I closed my eyes for a peaceful moment, imagining myself in an open field, wearing a beautiful, yellow sun-dress with sunflowers on it that Tomoyo made me, watching the green blades of grass swaying in the gentle breeze. I could almost trace the sweet scent of wild flowers on the air. The imaginary me looked up in to the clear, blue sky, various puffy clouds were dotted in the vast blue-ness, and the sun was beaming proudly; shining bright and true, un-shadowed by a cloud. I wished so much that I could be there.
My thoughts came to a crashing halt as someone ran into my side; pushing me on to the cold pavement, forcing me under them. Before I could look to see who it was, I was invaded by desperate apologies, bombarded by words of worry and embarrassment.
"I'm SO sorry, I was just distracted, I didn't look to see where I was going. I usually never do this, I sincerely apologize. I didn't mean it, I swear I just had to go to a friend's house, and I was running late.Are you okay? I-" When I saw who it was, I smiled at him, silencing all of the the words that he was going to say, "-Sakura?" {Guess who? :P}
"Li Syaoran, I would never imagine you EVER running late," I said, smirking, while emphasizing the word 'ever.' Syaoran gave me a bewildered looked and scratched the back of his head. He winced as he tried to get up, and offered me a hand. I gratefully took it, my eyes never leaving his reddened face.
"Sakura, I-I-" I smiled again. Why did he alway stutter in my presence? {The density of Sakura is killing me people, I swear...} Once I was up on my feet, I reluctantly let go of his hand.
"You heading to Tomoyo's, too?" Syaoran nodded his head, "Do you want to walk the rest of the way together? Tomoyo's house isn't far up ahead." Syaoran stayed silent, until I took his hand and skated the way to Tomoyo's.
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~Syaoran's POV~
[Brain overload, brain overload!]
My face started on fire, like someone putting a lit match in to a can of gas. SHE was holding my hand. Her soft, beautiful hand was firmly on my hand, which was scarred because of sword training. Sakura squeezed my hand, a signal to go faster.
[I will do whatever you wish, your lovely highness...]
I ran to catch up with Sakura, who was skating kind of fast. I shot her a desperate look, and she slowed down.
"Sorry, I forgot that I was on rollerblades," Sakura said while smiling innocently. I blushed even harder; my face also couldn't comprehend her smile more than my heart could.
We finally approached the big, tall, black, iron gate blocking the cream colored brick path leading to Tomoyo's mansion. Sakura let go of my hand and pressed on the button to the speaker that was on one of the stone pillars and talked into it,
"Hey Tomoyo, it's me, Sakura," after Sakura spoke there was static until Tomoyo's voice was heard over the intercom,
"Okay. I'll open up the gates for you and Syaoran," there was faint giggling until there was static and Sakura let go of the button, making the static go silent. Sakura glared at the intercom and muttered some words, which I assumed were curses, under her breath, then turned to the slowly opening gates and purposefully stomped through them.
I followed Sakura up the path, through the gypsies that were doing a ritualistic dance around a tree dressed in what looked like banana costumes, and up to Tomoyo's door where she rung the doorbell.
WHOEVER THE @#$% IS THERE, GO AWAY!!!
I looked at Sakura, who sweatdropped. Tomoyo opened the door and grinned apologetically.
"I'm sorry, we've been trying to program the doorbell, but it's not working." Tomoyo led us in to a living room sized foyer, and we took off our shoes while she ran across the marble floor and hurried off to get us some tea, even though that probably wasn't the reason she left Sakura and me alone together.
"Uh... Sakura?" She turned her head and looked at me curiously,
"Yes Syaoran?" I felt a blush creep to my cheeks as I looked at her lovely face, which was framed with loose strands of honey-brown hair that my hand instinctivly wanted to brush away.
"Um... why did you ring the doorbell?" Sakura sweatdropped and replied,
"I heard that she was getting a new one, so I decided to... test it out...," I could see a mischevious glint in her eyes, "...when I heard that they were having problems setting it up." I nodded and grinned to myself.
[So Sakura has an evil side...]
"Why does she need a doorbell when she has those gates outside?" Before Sakura could reply, Tomoyo's voice arose from the hallway,
"Because my mom is way too protective, so the built the gates after the doorbell was here. The reason why we even bother to fix it is because there are some... curious people who like to ring it for some dumb reason." Tomoyo rolled her eyes and led us down the long, winding hallway to her room, where, of course, Eriol was waiting. I'll save killing him for later, I wouldn't want to mess up Tomoyo's nice house with blood.
Sakura and I walked in to the huge monstrosity that was Tomoyo's room. There was a huge T.V. that took up the whole wall in front of me, which I was sure where Tomoyo watched all of Sakura's cardcaptoring movies on.
I glared at Eriol as I sat on the the purple carpet next to him, and Sakura sat next to Tomoyo, who sat across from us. There was a few moments of silence before Sakura spoke up,
"So what are we doing here?" I swear to God that Tomoyo and Eriol glanced evily at each other when she said that.
"Um... which games should we play?" said Tomoyo. Sakura glared at her,
"Don't change the subject! Why are we here?" Eriol started naming 'games,'
"Spin the bottle, 7 minutes in heaven..." I glared at Eriol, who smiled back,
"Truth or dare..."
"I think we should play spin the bottle!" Sakura and I both laid death glares on Tomoyo, who cowered in a corner on the other side of the room, "Fine, fine. We won't play spin the bottle. Besides, I don't have a bottle, even if I wanted to..."
"That can easily be arranged," our death glares switched 90 degrees to the right, at Eriol, who didn't seem at all effected by them, "I could just magic it here..." I slipped my hand in to my pocket and fingered the lead pipe that laid within its depths. There was no way in hell that we were going to play spin the bottle. For all I knew, Eriol could charm the bottle so that it would land on us every time, and there was a 99.9% chance that we would sit across from each other, and if the .1% did happen, Eriol would probably make the bottle twisted so it could land on Sakura and me.
"Don't, Eriol," I said, a little bit too calmly.
"Besides, isn't truth or dare more fun?" said Sakura, giggling nervously.
[and a lot safer..]
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~Sakura's POV~
"Fine, we'll play truth or dare," said Tomoyo, disappointed.
At least we aren't playing spin the bottle, who knows what Eriol will do to get me too kiss Syaoran. I shuddered at the thought. I didn't want my first kiss to be like that, especially with a red light blinking in the background.
"So, who's first?" asked Eriol, "Since it's Tomoyo's house, I think that she should go first," I swear I saw Eriol wink at Tomoyo. I was scared. Tomoyo was definately going to pick me, and who knows what she would try and do to me, and I could not deny the laws of truth or dare. I don't know what would happen to me, but for all I know, it could be bad.
"I pick... Sakura," said Tomoyo, smiling, but I knew what was hidden by that smile. An evil mind would thoughts that would exceed 'scary.' You've seen my battle costumes. Her malice, and creativity, never ends, and usually it results in cruel and unusual punishments, like actually wearing those battle costumes. "Truth..." Tomoyo's voice lowered until it was some deep pitch that I couldn't believe that could actually come out of her mouth, "...or dare." I swallowed the lump in my throat from disgesting those simple, but disgusting words, in to my mouth. If I chose truth, she would probably ask me whether I thought Syaoran was hot or not, and I just couldn't face that. {Duh, we all know that he's hot anyway.} But if I chose dare, she would probably make me kiss him or something along the lines of that. Would I rather tell him that he's hot and never talk to him again, or kiss him and never speak to him again. It's not like he's speaking to me anyway, so why not go with dare...
"I choose.... dare." Tomoyo grinned evily at me,
"I dare you to... kiss Syaoran."
[Hee hee... thank you my dearest friend. I knew I could count on you.]
I pulled a tube of smimmery pink lip gloss and applied it to my lips. I winked at Syaoran, who couldn't decide which color would suit him best right now, and was alternating colors. I personally thought that any color would suit him, but that's not the point.
Anyway, I picked up his hand and kissed it. Just a little peck, and I barely left any thing on his hand. Just a tiny spot of strawberry flavoured lip gloss to prove that I had done the task. Syaoran just blankly stared at his hand, and chose a lovely pale white, to accent the white lines on his shirt. I grinned slyly at Tomoyo.
"You never told me where to kiss him." Tomoyo started to squeeze her fist so hard that it was shaking and turning red and white. {Go Wisconsin Badgers! Lol...} Her glare burned my eyes, and my hair started to sizzle.
"Redo... I was jyped! This time Sakura has to do it right, and on the lips!" After the house stopped shaking from her outburst, I dared to speak,
"I choose... Eriol." This was one of the very few times Eriol looked pissed off. I knew what I was up to, he's a fricking mind reader for heaven's sake!
=You... you...= Great, now he just had to interrupt my thoughts, and annoy me with his words of 'wisdom.'
=It's only fair, I did my task, so I get to choose who goes next.= I thought, skeptically.
=I'll kill you for this!= Eriol gave me a cold glare, but I just brushed it off. He was only bluffing.
=Sure... sure you will. I'd like to see you try...=
=Do you really want to see me try?! Because I will if you really insist...= I decided that was the time where I should close the door to my brain and ask my new favorite question,
"Truth or dare, Eriol?" I waited until the steam escaped from his ears for his answer.
"I'll go with truth." I grinned and thought of the perfect question.
"How do you really feel about Tomoyo?" Tomoyo and Eriol sat stiffly. It was so obvious how they felt about each other, but they were so concentrated on Syaoran and me that they never really acted on it.
=Nice one Sakura.= I was surprised; it was Syaoran.
=I didn't know you knew how to communicate tellepathically Syaoran!= I thought, with an astonished look on my face.
=I found out when Eriol started talking to me in my head.= I giggled without making a sound.
=Ahh... same here. It's rediculous what he says sometimes.=
=I know. I hate him.=
=Um.. Right now I don't hate him... ha ha ha...=
"I-I-I uh..." I turned my full attention back to Tomoyo and Eriol, who both looked like fresh, ripe, and very red tomatoes. The tomato loving part of me wanted to pluck their heads off and eat them.
"Go on..." Eriol squirmed uncomfortably in his spot,
"I-I-I- um.. uh.. I-I-I think its time for 7 minutes in heaven!" said Eriol, and Tomoyo was only too quick to comply with that idea.
"Me too! Who's first?" Syaoran and I groaned. We both knew that it was going to be us. At least Tomoyo's closet was big... I knew that we weren't going to get out of this one. Think of the wonderful consequences if we survive... Eriol and Tomoyo's turn. I grinned to myself to think of the outcome of them together, locked in a closet, and possibly for more than 7 minutes.
[Heh heh heh... I kind of hope that the closet was smaller.]
I shook my head... I shouldn't be thinking about that kind of stuff, especially with Syaoran!
"I think that Syaoran and Sakura should go in first, what do you think, Tomoyo?" said Eriol, scarcastically. Everyone here knew who was going in first. I really don't know why no one has ever argued with Eriol... I guess he's just kind of scary.
[Okay, maybe not just 'kind of' scary, he's the most terrifying person I ever met.]
"Yes, I agree with you. In you two go!" Tomoyo got up and dragged us into her closet, where she threw us in and locked the door. Sometimes its scary how much strength she has for such a short person...
I reached out in to the darkness for a light, and I found a string hanging down on the ceiling, so I pulled, and light flooded the room.
Amazed wasn't a good enough word to describe me when I saw Tomoyo's closet. It was gigantic. There were rows and rows of clothes going on in two endless parallel lines. I wouldn't be surprised if a whole floor was dedicated to just the shoes. There was a portion with just clothes she made for me, including my battle costumes. Needless to say, Tomoyo continued making clothes for me even after the battle with Eriol. Now that I think of it, it's kind of scary how she can make an outfit in just one day.
There was a slightly smaller section of things just for Kero. It kind of looked like she made little doll clothes. I remembered all of the cute things she made Kero. That truely made him look like the stuffed animal that Syaoran called him.
Speaking of Syaoran, there was a little section dedicated to just Syaoran. I walked myself over there and started looking at all the clothes that she made him. I saw an identical outfit to Li's clan robes, and then I saw a bag attached to it. Curious, I opened the bag to reveal a girl's version of Syaoran's Li Clan robes.
[I wonder who this is for?] I thought, sarcastically.
The robes were green, and had a yin-yang on the front, like Syaoran's, but this one was sleeveless, had a red tie around the waist, where it ended in a short skirt. There were also red rimmed dark green tie on sleeves that went down to the ankles, with bells on the end. {For all of the FFX fans out there; think of Yuna's tie on sleeve thingys. ^^}
"Hey! There's a whole section of me?" I quickly hid the outfit back inside it's bag. I didn't want Syaoran to see it... yet. He'd probably tear it up or something, in revenge of Tomoyo and Eriol. Besides, I thought it was kind of... cute. I wanted to wear it sometime... Too bad we beat Eriol.
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~Syaoran's POV~
To tell the truth, I wasn't quite surprised that Tomoyo made some clothes for me. I mean, the girl is obsessed with clothes, and then of course she sees me wearing the Li clan robes all the time, and she has something against that. It was good of her not ask me to wear some of these things, otherwise I'd go in to some sort of mental state and tear her 'preciouses' up.
I saw Sakura hide something, and decided not to ask. I was not in the mood to go through a blush fest. My mind came back to idea that I was in a closet, all though a big one, alone, with Sakura.
[Dang it, why did have to bring that back up? It would ruin my pride and dignity to hyperventalate in front of her.] I decided to bring my thoughts away from that fact by looking through some of the monstrosities that Tomoyo put together.
I saw that most of the clothes put together either had a yin-yang on it or a wolf head on it. How cliché. Actually, some of them I kind of liked. You have to admit; the Li clan robes aren't that stylish, all though I do like the color. At some point in time, I came across an outfit that had a wolf that was howling at the moon in a shower of cherry blossom petals embroidered on it. I knew what Tomoyo was thinking when she made it. She probably would want me to wear that if Sakura and I ever... got together. I looked longingly at Sakura, who was looking at some of the outfits that Tomoyo had made for Eriol. I saw her giggle at she pulled out a leather thong- one of the many that were there. I turned away as she looked toward my direction. As if her and I would ever be. She doesn't even like me. I wouldn't be surprised if she hated me, I was such a jerk.
My memory traced back to the time when I tried to take the cards away from Sakura, then tried to beat up her brother, then tried to take away one of the people she loved dearly- Yukito. (I seriously don't know what was going through my mind back then; the last thing I would ever want to be was gay, even bi.) {No offence to gay or bi-sexual people.}My mind also flashed through all the times I was being a jerk; which, I have to admit, was a lot more then all the times I was nice.
Sakura's high pitched squeal crashed my thoughts. As her unofficial protector, my immediate insticts were to run and stand behind her, ready to fend off anyone -or anything- that would dare hurt Sakura.
So, as usual, I stood behind Sakura and made sure I would be aware of anything that tried to creep up on us, but this enemy was... not an enemy.
Sakura and I just stared blanky at the door in front of us. I turned to look at Sakura,
"Why is there a door in Tomoyo's closet?" She shook her head slowly, with her mouth still wide open, as if still trying to comprehend the door standing proudly in front of her.
"I don't know. What even stranger is what the door says!" I tore my gaze from Sakura and read the door: This is the door to a secret land.. Please don't open the door... Or else....
"Do you want to see what's behind the door?"
"B-but t-they said pl-please!" I smiled at her. Always so polite.
"What's the worst 'they' can do? Besides, don't you want to get out of here?" I shuddered at the thought of Tomoyo and Eriol, plotting whatever sick plan they had in mind. Sakura put her slender finger up to her lips, deciding whether she would want to stay within the devil's closet, or open the accursed door, not knowing what was behind it.
Sakura looked at me and smiled, "Door." I smiled back and opened up the door, revealing its black contents.
"Milady," I said, holding my elbow out towards her. She put her left hand up to her mouth and giggled while taking my arm with her right hand.
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I finally decided to end it here. *Whew* I hope its better than Wish, and I must say that ANYTHING is better than Wish. I still can't believe that I got 35 reviews for it, much less one. As some of the readers for Wish know that I always give recommendations for fics in almost all the chapters. For this fic, I'm going to recommend books!
The Redwall Series | By Brian Jacques. (Pronounced 'Jakes.' It's not French!) | Really great books! I read almost all of them except for the lastest one! (There are 13-14 books in the whole series; you'll be busy with them for awhile)
Ja! Stay tuned for more twisted insanity. I'll introduce some new character's next chapter! [That, I must say is DEFANATELY worth staying tuned for... They are all.. um... interesting characters. ;-)]
Hey! It's me, chibisakura! I've had this story stuck in my brain for a long time, and I needed to get it out! It's supposed to be outrageously funny. (And I mean OUTRAGEOUS! You have no idea what's going on in my head right now. {Somewhere along the lines of elephants in bedsheets} This is all a result of reading StarDragon fics.) Unlike Wish, this fic will be humorous, and hopefully not as bad. (Result of mysterious sugar high, which is weird because I haven't eaten sugar today. ^^') Totally random weird things should happen...
This takes place after the battle with Eriol. I haven't seen many episodes of CCS, I'm a manga junkie, so forgive me for any mistakes that I made involving episodes and such.
Anyways, brace yourself for pure insanity, or maybe just corny random things... he he.
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The Closet
Chapter 1:
Locked in by Satan and his Mistress. {Guess who?}
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"{ }" - Authoress notes (You have to remember this; I won't be writing A.N in front of all of them)
"= =" Telepatically speaking
"[ ]" Thoughts
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~Sakura's POV~
I was roller-blading down the leaf-covered street on my way to Tomoyo's house for a tea party. Eriol was supposed to be there, and was bringing a "friend." No doubt who this "friend" was. My lip curled in a frown as I remembered their previous antics called "match-making." I thought about all the embarrasing outcomes of all of the match-making. All of them just made the relationship between Syaoran and me more unconfortable. Syaoran barely talks to me anymore, in fear of the evil-blinking light that often leads to the black-eye of one of Tomoyo's video cameras.
It was not that I minded that Eriol was brining him, it's actually quite the contrary. He hates me because of them.
I turned the corner and took in the bright summer greenery around me, trying to clear my thoughts by listening to the leaves being crushed my rollerblades. I strolled past King Penguin Park, where I ended up fighting -and capturing- many cards; with Syaoran.
I daydreamed for a moment; re-living some of my Cardcaptor moments with him. My lip curled again in another frown as I realized what I was doing. I shook my head, getting the picture of him and me out of my mind. It's not like that will ever happen, so why get my hopes up?
I peacefully skated until I came to a rolling stop in front of the Tsukinmine Shrine. The place always seemed to lurk in the darkness surrounded by tall, impersonating trees, it always seemed like it was going to storm everytime I came near it, even though the rest of the world was bathing in cheery sunlight without a faint trace of a cloud drifting in the sky.
My mind drifted back to the time when The Maze trapped us as we passed the vine-covered entrance to the shrine a few years back, in fourth grade. I sighed. That was one of the first cards that me and Syaoran worked together to capture... I suddenly slapped myself on the forehead desperatly, as if I was trying to bump the thoughts out of my brain.
[Shut up brain! I don't like Syaoran, I don't like Syaoran, I DON'T LIKE SYAORAN!]
I shook my head vigorously, shaking out the remainders of my thoughts; also gaining the strange looks of passer-bys and nearby gypsies. I sweatdropped and smiled at the crowd, that was currently staring at me. As if on cue, the passer-bys continued doing their thing, and the gypsies said something in gypsy-language, and ran away, beginning a small earthquake, on their big, gray, elephant with a red cover over it's back and a little hat upon its head with gold tassels hanging from it. I skated on; a little faster.
The rhythm, at which I was rollerblading, slowed as I passed Tomoeda elementary. I reminenced my more-or-less happy years at that school. Some thoughts stuck out like a sore thumb in my mind. The day Syaoran came, the Sleeping Beauty play where I almost got to kiss Syaoran, the trip to the beach where I saw Syaoran topless.... I whiped off my drool and blushed.
[Think un-sexy thoughts, think un-sexy thoughts!]
{Sorry, I read a fic with that in there, and I saw a Simpons epidode with that in there, I decided to include it in my fic, too.}I gagged as I caught a hold of my thoughts. Who said that Syaoran was SEXY!
[Well, maybe every girl in China and Japan. ACK! What am I thinking. He is not sexy, no he is a guy, and guys are bad. Well, maybe they're not but... Yes they are! They are bad! They make me think bad things!]
I shook my head and skated speedily to Tomoyo's. Maybe some tea will clear my head. {Ohohohohohoho, how wrong she is!!! ^^' Oops, sorry.}
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~Syaoran's POV~
KNOCK KNOCK
"Oh my cute little descendant, I know you're in there. Don't make me set your door on fire." I sighed and got up before Eriol burned my door in to a pile of ash. I didn't need that happening, again. This was the 10th time he knocked, and I wasn't very keen on opening the door that separted heaven and hell. (All rooms without Eriol in it are refered to as heaven; where he is, it's hell.) I knew the reason why he was here; for there is only a few reasons to narrow it down to:
1. There is an emergency. (Scratch that, the door is still standing.)
2. Evil magic thing. (Can't be that, all the window's that were open were not jumped into.)
3. There was something he needed. (Not this, if needed something, he would've magicked it to himself.)
So that only left one thing: He had an evil plan to get me together with Sakura.
I reluctantly got up from my couch from reading a book, to open the door. Eriol let himself in with a sly grin taking up half his face that, according to the laws of physics, should've dislocated his jaw. I hate that grin, it's evil and it should die.
"So, you finally decided to let me in, dear desendant?" I gave Eriol a dull look, and said,
"What do you want, Eriol?" Eriol gave me a fake offended expression.
"Can't I just visit my desendant once in awhile? Sometimes I get lonely with Suppi and Ruby." I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes.
[This can not be any lamer.]
"I said, WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I said, being careful to exagerate every syllable of "What do you want?" Eriol clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"I guess you just don't appreciate me, Syaoran," he started crying, "I guess I'll just have to leave," Eriol left in a scurry, supposedly trying to hide his tears, but I could see a smirk peeping out of the corner of his arm. I happily shut the door after and walked back to the couch, relieved, but before I could sit down, Eriol yelled from the other side of the door, "Oh yea, I rembered what I was going to tell you. I told Tomoyo that we were going to meet her at her house. We're supposed to meet her there at 12:00!" I rampaged toward the door and tore the door off its hinge, only to find a cloud of dust where Eriol once was. He knew me too well.
I swung around and took a glance of my digital clock, and the red letters bore in to my mind.
It was 11:45.
I was NEVER EVER late, and as sure as hell this wasn't going to be the first time, even though I didn't really agree to go. I ran to my dresser, and threw my clothes all over the floor in a frenzy to decide what to wear. My thoughts turned rapidly from killing Eriol to... HER.What if SHE was there. The only one who's opinion really mattered to me. The rain of clothes stopped as I paused in a moment in thought; and serious blushing. The picture of her ran through my mind, the one where she's smiling at me. The 100 watt smile that was so bright that it lit up anyone's dank spirit, even mine, all though I didn't have the best way of expressing it. {The all-famous blush-and-nod. ^^}
I finally I picked out a forest green t-shirt {Go figure.} with a navy blue line outlined in white running across the chest, and a pair of khakis. I threw on a pair of shoes and a dark green coat and flew out of the doorway; there was no need to open the door; on the other side of the room it left a space through the wall where it crashed though in my rampage to get Eriol.
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~Back to Sakura~
I knew I was nearing Tomoyo's house when her house started growing in the horizon ahead of me. I skated on with my hands behind my back; all of my worries were rinsed from my head as the cleansing wind brushed playfully through my head as the summer sun washed over me and warmed my face. I cleared all of the sounds from my head so all I could hear were the birds singing to each other and the cherry blossom petals dancing on the wind.
I closed my eyes for a peaceful moment, imagining myself in an open field, wearing a beautiful, yellow sun-dress with sunflowers on it that Tomoyo made me, watching the green blades of grass swaying in the gentle breeze. I could almost trace the sweet scent of wild flowers on the air. The imaginary me looked up in to the clear, blue sky, various puffy clouds were dotted in the vast blue-ness, and the sun was beaming proudly; shining bright and true, un-shadowed by a cloud. I wished so much that I could be there.
My thoughts came to a crashing halt as someone ran into my side; pushing me on to the cold pavement, forcing me under them. Before I could look to see who it was, I was invaded by desperate apologies, bombarded by words of worry and embarrassment.
"I'm SO sorry, I was just distracted, I didn't look to see where I was going. I usually never do this, I sincerely apologize. I didn't mean it, I swear I just had to go to a friend's house, and I was running late.Are you okay? I-" When I saw who it was, I smiled at him, silencing all of the the words that he was going to say, "-Sakura?" {Guess who? :P}
"Li Syaoran, I would never imagine you EVER running late," I said, smirking, while emphasizing the word 'ever.' Syaoran gave me a bewildered looked and scratched the back of his head. He winced as he tried to get up, and offered me a hand. I gratefully took it, my eyes never leaving his reddened face.
"Sakura, I-I-" I smiled again. Why did he alway stutter in my presence? {The density of Sakura is killing me people, I swear...} Once I was up on my feet, I reluctantly let go of his hand.
"You heading to Tomoyo's, too?" Syaoran nodded his head, "Do you want to walk the rest of the way together? Tomoyo's house isn't far up ahead." Syaoran stayed silent, until I took his hand and skated the way to Tomoyo's.
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~Syaoran's POV~
[Brain overload, brain overload!]
My face started on fire, like someone putting a lit match in to a can of gas. SHE was holding my hand. Her soft, beautiful hand was firmly on my hand, which was scarred because of sword training. Sakura squeezed my hand, a signal to go faster.
[I will do whatever you wish, your lovely highness...]
I ran to catch up with Sakura, who was skating kind of fast. I shot her a desperate look, and she slowed down.
"Sorry, I forgot that I was on rollerblades," Sakura said while smiling innocently. I blushed even harder; my face also couldn't comprehend her smile more than my heart could.
We finally approached the big, tall, black, iron gate blocking the cream colored brick path leading to Tomoyo's mansion. Sakura let go of my hand and pressed on the button to the speaker that was on one of the stone pillars and talked into it,
"Hey Tomoyo, it's me, Sakura," after Sakura spoke there was static until Tomoyo's voice was heard over the intercom,
"Okay. I'll open up the gates for you and Syaoran," there was faint giggling until there was static and Sakura let go of the button, making the static go silent. Sakura glared at the intercom and muttered some words, which I assumed were curses, under her breath, then turned to the slowly opening gates and purposefully stomped through them.
I followed Sakura up the path, through the gypsies that were doing a ritualistic dance around a tree dressed in what looked like banana costumes, and up to Tomoyo's door where she rung the doorbell.
WHOEVER THE @#$% IS THERE, GO AWAY!!!
I looked at Sakura, who sweatdropped. Tomoyo opened the door and grinned apologetically.
"I'm sorry, we've been trying to program the doorbell, but it's not working." Tomoyo led us in to a living room sized foyer, and we took off our shoes while she ran across the marble floor and hurried off to get us some tea, even though that probably wasn't the reason she left Sakura and me alone together.
"Uh... Sakura?" She turned her head and looked at me curiously,
"Yes Syaoran?" I felt a blush creep to my cheeks as I looked at her lovely face, which was framed with loose strands of honey-brown hair that my hand instinctivly wanted to brush away.
"Um... why did you ring the doorbell?" Sakura sweatdropped and replied,
"I heard that she was getting a new one, so I decided to... test it out...," I could see a mischevious glint in her eyes, "...when I heard that they were having problems setting it up." I nodded and grinned to myself.
[So Sakura has an evil side...]
"Why does she need a doorbell when she has those gates outside?" Before Sakura could reply, Tomoyo's voice arose from the hallway,
"Because my mom is way too protective, so the built the gates after the doorbell was here. The reason why we even bother to fix it is because there are some... curious people who like to ring it for some dumb reason." Tomoyo rolled her eyes and led us down the long, winding hallway to her room, where, of course, Eriol was waiting. I'll save killing him for later, I wouldn't want to mess up Tomoyo's nice house with blood.
Sakura and I walked in to the huge monstrosity that was Tomoyo's room. There was a huge T.V. that took up the whole wall in front of me, which I was sure where Tomoyo watched all of Sakura's cardcaptoring movies on.
I glared at Eriol as I sat on the the purple carpet next to him, and Sakura sat next to Tomoyo, who sat across from us. There was a few moments of silence before Sakura spoke up,
"So what are we doing here?" I swear to God that Tomoyo and Eriol glanced evily at each other when she said that.
"Um... which games should we play?" said Tomoyo. Sakura glared at her,
"Don't change the subject! Why are we here?" Eriol started naming 'games,'
"Spin the bottle, 7 minutes in heaven..." I glared at Eriol, who smiled back,
"Truth or dare..."
"I think we should play spin the bottle!" Sakura and I both laid death glares on Tomoyo, who cowered in a corner on the other side of the room, "Fine, fine. We won't play spin the bottle. Besides, I don't have a bottle, even if I wanted to..."
"That can easily be arranged," our death glares switched 90 degrees to the right, at Eriol, who didn't seem at all effected by them, "I could just magic it here..." I slipped my hand in to my pocket and fingered the lead pipe that laid within its depths. There was no way in hell that we were going to play spin the bottle. For all I knew, Eriol could charm the bottle so that it would land on us every time, and there was a 99.9% chance that we would sit across from each other, and if the .1% did happen, Eriol would probably make the bottle twisted so it could land on Sakura and me.
"Don't, Eriol," I said, a little bit too calmly.
"Besides, isn't truth or dare more fun?" said Sakura, giggling nervously.
[and a lot safer..]
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~Sakura's POV~
"Fine, we'll play truth or dare," said Tomoyo, disappointed.
At least we aren't playing spin the bottle, who knows what Eriol will do to get me too kiss Syaoran. I shuddered at the thought. I didn't want my first kiss to be like that, especially with a red light blinking in the background.
"So, who's first?" asked Eriol, "Since it's Tomoyo's house, I think that she should go first," I swear I saw Eriol wink at Tomoyo. I was scared. Tomoyo was definately going to pick me, and who knows what she would try and do to me, and I could not deny the laws of truth or dare. I don't know what would happen to me, but for all I know, it could be bad.
"I pick... Sakura," said Tomoyo, smiling, but I knew what was hidden by that smile. An evil mind would thoughts that would exceed 'scary.' You've seen my battle costumes. Her malice, and creativity, never ends, and usually it results in cruel and unusual punishments, like actually wearing those battle costumes. "Truth..." Tomoyo's voice lowered until it was some deep pitch that I couldn't believe that could actually come out of her mouth, "...or dare." I swallowed the lump in my throat from disgesting those simple, but disgusting words, in to my mouth. If I chose truth, she would probably ask me whether I thought Syaoran was hot or not, and I just couldn't face that. {Duh, we all know that he's hot anyway.} But if I chose dare, she would probably make me kiss him or something along the lines of that. Would I rather tell him that he's hot and never talk to him again, or kiss him and never speak to him again. It's not like he's speaking to me anyway, so why not go with dare...
"I choose.... dare." Tomoyo grinned evily at me,
"I dare you to... kiss Syaoran."
[Hee hee... thank you my dearest friend. I knew I could count on you.]
I pulled a tube of smimmery pink lip gloss and applied it to my lips. I winked at Syaoran, who couldn't decide which color would suit him best right now, and was alternating colors. I personally thought that any color would suit him, but that's not the point.
Anyway, I picked up his hand and kissed it. Just a little peck, and I barely left any thing on his hand. Just a tiny spot of strawberry flavoured lip gloss to prove that I had done the task. Syaoran just blankly stared at his hand, and chose a lovely pale white, to accent the white lines on his shirt. I grinned slyly at Tomoyo.
"You never told me where to kiss him." Tomoyo started to squeeze her fist so hard that it was shaking and turning red and white. {Go Wisconsin Badgers! Lol...} Her glare burned my eyes, and my hair started to sizzle.
"Redo... I was jyped! This time Sakura has to do it right, and on the lips!" After the house stopped shaking from her outburst, I dared to speak,
"I choose... Eriol." This was one of the very few times Eriol looked pissed off. I knew what I was up to, he's a fricking mind reader for heaven's sake!
=You... you...= Great, now he just had to interrupt my thoughts, and annoy me with his words of 'wisdom.'
=It's only fair, I did my task, so I get to choose who goes next.= I thought, skeptically.
=I'll kill you for this!= Eriol gave me a cold glare, but I just brushed it off. He was only bluffing.
=Sure... sure you will. I'd like to see you try...=
=Do you really want to see me try?! Because I will if you really insist...= I decided that was the time where I should close the door to my brain and ask my new favorite question,
"Truth or dare, Eriol?" I waited until the steam escaped from his ears for his answer.
"I'll go with truth." I grinned and thought of the perfect question.
"How do you really feel about Tomoyo?" Tomoyo and Eriol sat stiffly. It was so obvious how they felt about each other, but they were so concentrated on Syaoran and me that they never really acted on it.
=Nice one Sakura.= I was surprised; it was Syaoran.
=I didn't know you knew how to communicate tellepathically Syaoran!= I thought, with an astonished look on my face.
=I found out when Eriol started talking to me in my head.= I giggled without making a sound.
=Ahh... same here. It's rediculous what he says sometimes.=
=I know. I hate him.=
=Um.. Right now I don't hate him... ha ha ha...=
"I-I-I uh..." I turned my full attention back to Tomoyo and Eriol, who both looked like fresh, ripe, and very red tomatoes. The tomato loving part of me wanted to pluck their heads off and eat them.
"Go on..." Eriol squirmed uncomfortably in his spot,
"I-I-I- um.. uh.. I-I-I think its time for 7 minutes in heaven!" said Eriol, and Tomoyo was only too quick to comply with that idea.
"Me too! Who's first?" Syaoran and I groaned. We both knew that it was going to be us. At least Tomoyo's closet was big... I knew that we weren't going to get out of this one. Think of the wonderful consequences if we survive... Eriol and Tomoyo's turn. I grinned to myself to think of the outcome of them together, locked in a closet, and possibly for more than 7 minutes.
[Heh heh heh... I kind of hope that the closet was smaller.]
I shook my head... I shouldn't be thinking about that kind of stuff, especially with Syaoran!
"I think that Syaoran and Sakura should go in first, what do you think, Tomoyo?" said Eriol, scarcastically. Everyone here knew who was going in first. I really don't know why no one has ever argued with Eriol... I guess he's just kind of scary.
[Okay, maybe not just 'kind of' scary, he's the most terrifying person I ever met.]
"Yes, I agree with you. In you two go!" Tomoyo got up and dragged us into her closet, where she threw us in and locked the door. Sometimes its scary how much strength she has for such a short person...
I reached out in to the darkness for a light, and I found a string hanging down on the ceiling, so I pulled, and light flooded the room.
Amazed wasn't a good enough word to describe me when I saw Tomoyo's closet. It was gigantic. There were rows and rows of clothes going on in two endless parallel lines. I wouldn't be surprised if a whole floor was dedicated to just the shoes. There was a portion with just clothes she made for me, including my battle costumes. Needless to say, Tomoyo continued making clothes for me even after the battle with Eriol. Now that I think of it, it's kind of scary how she can make an outfit in just one day.
There was a slightly smaller section of things just for Kero. It kind of looked like she made little doll clothes. I remembered all of the cute things she made Kero. That truely made him look like the stuffed animal that Syaoran called him.
Speaking of Syaoran, there was a little section dedicated to just Syaoran. I walked myself over there and started looking at all the clothes that she made him. I saw an identical outfit to Li's clan robes, and then I saw a bag attached to it. Curious, I opened the bag to reveal a girl's version of Syaoran's Li Clan robes.
[I wonder who this is for?] I thought, sarcastically.
The robes were green, and had a yin-yang on the front, like Syaoran's, but this one was sleeveless, had a red tie around the waist, where it ended in a short skirt. There were also red rimmed dark green tie on sleeves that went down to the ankles, with bells on the end. {For all of the FFX fans out there; think of Yuna's tie on sleeve thingys. ^^}
"Hey! There's a whole section of me?" I quickly hid the outfit back inside it's bag. I didn't want Syaoran to see it... yet. He'd probably tear it up or something, in revenge of Tomoyo and Eriol. Besides, I thought it was kind of... cute. I wanted to wear it sometime... Too bad we beat Eriol.
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~Syaoran's POV~
To tell the truth, I wasn't quite surprised that Tomoyo made some clothes for me. I mean, the girl is obsessed with clothes, and then of course she sees me wearing the Li clan robes all the time, and she has something against that. It was good of her not ask me to wear some of these things, otherwise I'd go in to some sort of mental state and tear her 'preciouses' up.
I saw Sakura hide something, and decided not to ask. I was not in the mood to go through a blush fest. My mind came back to idea that I was in a closet, all though a big one, alone, with Sakura.
[Dang it, why did have to bring that back up? It would ruin my pride and dignity to hyperventalate in front of her.] I decided to bring my thoughts away from that fact by looking through some of the monstrosities that Tomoyo put together.
I saw that most of the clothes put together either had a yin-yang on it or a wolf head on it. How cliché. Actually, some of them I kind of liked. You have to admit; the Li clan robes aren't that stylish, all though I do like the color. At some point in time, I came across an outfit that had a wolf that was howling at the moon in a shower of cherry blossom petals embroidered on it. I knew what Tomoyo was thinking when she made it. She probably would want me to wear that if Sakura and I ever... got together. I looked longingly at Sakura, who was looking at some of the outfits that Tomoyo had made for Eriol. I saw her giggle at she pulled out a leather thong- one of the many that were there. I turned away as she looked toward my direction. As if her and I would ever be. She doesn't even like me. I wouldn't be surprised if she hated me, I was such a jerk.
My memory traced back to the time when I tried to take the cards away from Sakura, then tried to beat up her brother, then tried to take away one of the people she loved dearly- Yukito. (I seriously don't know what was going through my mind back then; the last thing I would ever want to be was gay, even bi.) {No offence to gay or bi-sexual people.}My mind also flashed through all the times I was being a jerk; which, I have to admit, was a lot more then all the times I was nice.
Sakura's high pitched squeal crashed my thoughts. As her unofficial protector, my immediate insticts were to run and stand behind her, ready to fend off anyone -or anything- that would dare hurt Sakura.
So, as usual, I stood behind Sakura and made sure I would be aware of anything that tried to creep up on us, but this enemy was... not an enemy.
Sakura and I just stared blanky at the door in front of us. I turned to look at Sakura,
"Why is there a door in Tomoyo's closet?" She shook her head slowly, with her mouth still wide open, as if still trying to comprehend the door standing proudly in front of her.
"I don't know. What even stranger is what the door says!" I tore my gaze from Sakura and read the door: This is the door to a secret land.. Please don't open the door... Or else....
"Do you want to see what's behind the door?"
"B-but t-they said pl-please!" I smiled at her. Always so polite.
"What's the worst 'they' can do? Besides, don't you want to get out of here?" I shuddered at the thought of Tomoyo and Eriol, plotting whatever sick plan they had in mind. Sakura put her slender finger up to her lips, deciding whether she would want to stay within the devil's closet, or open the accursed door, not knowing what was behind it.
Sakura looked at me and smiled, "Door." I smiled back and opened up the door, revealing its black contents.
"Milady," I said, holding my elbow out towards her. She put her left hand up to her mouth and giggled while taking my arm with her right hand.
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I finally decided to end it here. *Whew* I hope its better than Wish, and I must say that ANYTHING is better than Wish. I still can't believe that I got 35 reviews for it, much less one. As some of the readers for Wish know that I always give recommendations for fics in almost all the chapters. For this fic, I'm going to recommend books!
The Redwall Series | By Brian Jacques. (Pronounced 'Jakes.' It's not French!) | Really great books! I read almost all of them except for the lastest one! (There are 13-14 books in the whole series; you'll be busy with them for awhile)
Ja! Stay tuned for more twisted insanity. I'll introduce some new character's next chapter! [That, I must say is DEFANATELY worth staying tuned for... They are all.. um... interesting characters. ;-)]