A/n: I know this is totally random…it's not even Christmas…though Christmas is my favourite holiday….i sometimes wish it could be Christmas every day…mostly because of the food…oh how I love food! Oh and sorry about the weirdness with my other chaps…in WordPad there were dividers for the time differences…but they didn't show up in the real thing. Sorry.

In-between Chapter

It was a beautiful day, snow was gently falling on the frozen ground, making the world seem like a sparkling wonderland. Christmas was in a week, and lots of pedestrians hurried from store to store, finishing their 'last' minute shopping.

Though some people were frantically running around, looking like chickens who'd been decapitated, others were relaxing hanging with friends, not worried at all about the up coming holiday.

Syaoran Li followed Eriol down the hallway into his room. It was the first time he'd ever been to Eriol's house. It wasn't big or extravagant like his house, but it had a homely feeling to it, a feeling which Eriol definitely didn't contribute to.

As much as Syaoran liked Eriol he had to admit, Eriol was a grump, a major mood killer. Some might even call him a dream murderer.

They walked into Eriol's room. 'It's nice.' Syaoran commented lightly.

Eriol just looked at him and shrugged. Syaoran resisted the urge to roll his eyes, what a signature response. Eriol just didn't know how to take a compliment.

'What's in there?' Syaoran asked, gesturing to the door that sat beside Eriol's blue bed.

'N-Nothing.' Eriol stuttered. Syaoran raised an eyebrow.

'Really? Then why the stutter?'

'I didn't stutter.' Eriol growled defensively.

'Uh-huh, so what's in there?' Syaoran repeated. Walking closer to the cupboard.

'Nothing just my clothes.' Eriol said quickly. 'Want a drink?' Eriol didn't wait for a reply he sped out of the room closing the door behind him.

'Just clothes, huh?' Syaoran smirked evilly, walking closer to the cupboard.

And closer.

And closer.

(Okay I think we all get it. But we'll say it one more time for dramatic effect.)

And closer. Finally he reached it. He reached out his hand slowly, grabbing the round handle, feeling it in his hand.

He yanked it open….Then just stood there frozen. 'Holy school of carp!'

In front of him where shelves and more shelves and even more shelves, all covered in different types of ….yeah you guessed it…. Slippers!

There were bunny slippers, dog slippers, Halloween slippers, Christmas slippers, even a pair of slippers that were shaped like toilet paper rolls. Which Syaoran had to admit was pretty funky.

But still…who needed that many slippers. Syaoran slammed the door shut.

Just in time too because one more second and Eriol would of walked into the room, and probably murdered him for staring at his slippers.

'Here, coke okay?' Eriol asked handing Syaoran a coke.

Syaoran just nodded, still in shock from his experience with the cupboard.

'Is something wrong you look kind of pale?' Eriol looked at Syaoran weirdly.

'Huh? Oh umm…no everything's fine.'

Eriol just continued to stare at him. 'Okay if you're sure.'

'Yep…totally…I'm totally slippers…I'm mean fine…ha-ha…I'm fine.' Syaoran laughed nervously.

'Ri-iiight. So do you know of any part-time jobs?'

'Uh, yeah a few.' Syaoran replied opening his pop can. 'Why do you want a job anyways? Do you even have time for one?'

'I sort of need one.'

'Why?' Syaoran inquired, flopping down onto Eriol's bed.

'There's some stuff I want to get' Eriol replied, throwing his empty can into the trash-can sitting beside his desk.

Syaoran sat up. He didn't mean slippers did he. Didn't he already have enough? How many slippers could someone possibly have? You only had two feet, there was no reason to have any more slippers than that.

'Uh…what kind of things?' Syaoran asked nervously. Maybe he should get Eriol a trip to a therapist for Christmas, to help cure him of his slipper-fetish.

Syaoran sighed, flopping himself to the side so he was hanging off the edge of the bed.

'You know things.' Eriol replied, shrugging. 'Nothing special just stuff.'

'Right…you sure you don't want another pair of slippers?'

Eriol glared at him. 'Have you been snooping around my room? Did you look under my bed!'

'Under your bed?' Syaoran asked curiously. He lifted the blanket and peeked under the bed.

There were EVEN MORE slippers. 'Holy carp, man!' Syaoran exclaimed loudly. 'You have a serious problem.'

Syaoran sprung up from his position and grabbed Eriol. 'Come with me.'

The next few months Eriol spent his evenings in therapy. Though he never did finish his counselling because his therapist quit, and checked himself in at the mental ward. Saying he kept having nightmares of slippers, all different kinds of slippers, a huge slipper army, destroying earth.

Eriol on the other hand got his part-time job, and continued his collection of slippers.

The End.

A/N: This has absolutely nothing to do with the story, even though Eriol is completely obsessed with his slippers, he doesn't have slippers under his bed, though maybe a closet full. Lol j/k.

Moon(sorry i forgot your pen-name thinger) I hope you liked it, think of it as my gift to you! And I hope you got all the references that I put in especially for you.

Thanks for all your wonderful reviews, you guys make me so happy, I guess I won't throw myself into a volcano till next week. =)

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