A/N: Heya everyone, this is Xiannodel. Um, this is my first fanfic EVER, so I figured I should clear some things up. First of all, the story is told from Syaoran's point of view. This might change, but then again it might not. However, I've got the whole story written up, and it's just a matter of typing and submitting. Hopefully, it won't take too long . . . anyway, I bet you just want me to shut up now, so enjoy.
DISCLAIMER:
Syaoran: Okay. Xia doesn't own us. We do. So do us a favor and don't sue.
Sakura: Hoe! Syaoran-kun, be nice!
Tomoyo: Yeah! Be nice, Syaoran-kun!
Syaoran: Bah!
Eriol: (sighs) Uh . . . here's the story . . . just read it already . . .
Syaoran's POV
"Guards! Theives at stall 47!" The merchant screeches, pointing at Eriol and I. As if on cue, a patrol of guards clanked loudly into sight
Eriol hovered next to me, thinking. I blinked at the guards as I waited. Soon, Eriol gave a small smile, saluted and . . . ran. I smirked at the guards before following.
"Hey Eriol?"
"Yeah?"
"Why aren't we fighting?"
"Syaoran, I know you're not that slow. It's market day, after all. True, we could have taken them, but then more would have come." Eriol explained as we darted into a dark alley crammed with junk.
"I think—"
"I think we'll keep quiet for now, and maybe not get caught this time." Eriol pushed me into a gap in the junk. Then, he slid into his own crawlspace. We listened: sure enough, the guards clanked right past without even glancing into the alley. The metallic clanging faded away into the distance.
Eriol wriggled out and dusted off his clothes. He was tall at 5 foot 6 inches, and was fairly slim. His hair was such a dark black it was almost blue, and his eyes were deep blue as well. Glasses were constantly perched on the end of his nose, giving him the appearance of someone with brains. His mind was a scary place, hidden behind a charming mask. I never had enough courage to pull it off . . . anyway, he was a still a great leader. He wore lots of blues, blacks and golds, which meant he stood out in the crowd.
I was, basically, his opposite. While Eriol had black hair, mine was a chestnut brown. His eyes were dark blue; mine were amber. My hair was long enough to poke at my eyes, and Eriol always teased me by saying that the girls couldn't resist that. Ugh. Anyway, I was a little bit slimmer than him, but only because I was constantly working out. Consequently, I also had more muscles. Instead of Eriol's dark colors, I wore the greens and yellows, maybe even blues and browns. I blended with the rest of Tomeda's citizens. Where Eriol was the brainy leader, I was the almost brawny right-hand man, since I was often rash and reckless.
We were both really good swordsmen, though. Eriol had a slim and evil-looking katana at his hip. My normal, everyday sword was slung across my back.
"Master!" Takashi, one of our members, ran up. "I saw you running from the guards! Are you all right?!"
"Yes Takashi, I'm fine. My cute little descendant obeyed me wonderfully."
I contained my growl, but sent Eriol one of my famous death-glares. "And you never let me live it down, oh master of mine."
"And there's the little glare I've come to love." Eriol laughed as he teased me. We always did that to each other.
"You shouldn't glare at the master, Syaoran." Takashi gave me his strongest glare. He'd always hated me . . . I just shrugged away said glare.
"Takashi. Why did you come searching for us?" Eriol raised an eyebrow.
"Daidouji wants you both back. She was muttering something about a raid, I think. Can I be in the raid this time?"
"Sure, sure. Syaoran, can you get some food?"
Just for the sake of fun, I gave a sweeping bow. "Of course, oh magnificent master!"
"Great! Meetcha at the hangout!" Takashi tried to lead Eriol away, obviously glad to leave my presence.
That evil look appeared in Eriol's eye, and I groaned. This was gonna be good . . .
"Uh-uh. You'll wanna watch this. Maybe then you'll show Syaoran some respect!" Eriol told Takashii in his best stern tone. To my relief, that evil look wasn't directed at me. "Syaoran, you got ten minutes."
"Ooh, so much time!" I couldn't resist a good tease. "You are starting to doubt in me, aren't you . . . ?"
"No way, it's too dangerous for my health to doubt you. Start . . . now." I lsipped into the crowd in a matter of seconds. Oh, the look on Takashi's face when I returned with five baguette and a large bag of fruit!
"Stop that expression, you look like a fish." I started to turn away. "And hurry up, or Tomoyo will release her wrath on us again."
