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More Than What It Seems
by Zenin
Well, well, well. Looks who's back to read more about my embarrassing situation. Have you no pity? Okay...I was at the fainting part, right? My gosh, that was embarrassing.
I could hear Eriol laughing maniacally from far away. Tomoyo squealed annoyingly. "Kawaii!"
I swear, if I hear that word on more time...
A splash of water on my face revived me to my full extent. I opened my eyes to find Takashi, slightly smirking and holding an empty glass. I sat up quickly. My eyes swept across the room, stopping on a rather pretty auburn haired girl. She wasn't looking at me, but even then I could tell that she had the most beautiful green eyes I'd ever seen...
Wait a second.
Something's different...
I can see!
Glancing about frantically, I managed to locate my glasses (goggles, whatever you call them) and quickly put them back on. Nothingness again.
Yup, this was going to be one heck of a blind date.
Tomoyo's bubbly voice broke through my thoughts. "Oh, you're awake!"
Stop acting so innocent, Tomoyo. You're part of this evil plot against me. We both know that.
I sat there, motionless. Hm? Yeah, well, I'd already tried moving, and that turned into a disaster. And as for striking up conversations with pretty girls…Well, I'd rather shoot myself then try that again.
Oh, Kami-sama, isn't this enough?
"I'm glad you're okay. Sorry I slammed the door into your nose," the girl's voice said.
"Dai-daijoubu," I muttered.
Tomoyo interrupted before anything else was said. "Are you ready, Sakura?"
"Hai! I really want to get that teddy bear kit for the sewing project. You know, the one in the little shop at the corner? I also need some brown fabric, thread, scissors–" The girls' voices faded away and a door slammed shut.
I stood, a bit wobbly. "Okay, what the heck is going on?"
Someone grabbed my arm. Oh, great, it's Hiragazwa. "Li, we just figured out that she isn't your date," he said smugly. "Takashi told me that you're going to have a date with a different girl."
"What?"
I threw the glasses down upon the floor and tackled him.
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Six hours and several headaches later, I had to get dressed in the dweeb attire again and prepare for the date. I kind of felt sorry for the girl at first, but after I was in the tweed pants thirty minutes, I didn't care about anything but getting the dare over and done with. Eriol sat at the table in the kitchen nursing a black eye, but still grinning like a Cheshire cat. Tomoyo's services were no longer in need (thank goodness), but she insisted upon being there to make sure everything was "perfectly kawaii". Takashi was on the phone with the mystery girl, trying his best to keep her interested.
"Um, how will you know him? Well, he's, uh, he's, um…rather hard to miss."
Eriol burst out laughing and Tomoyo grinned. I swear, those two are so alike it's scary. I stood and wandered over to where my cargo pants were draped over a chair.
The list of rules should be in the pocket…ah, there they are.
I unfolded the paper and glanced over the rules.
How long? How long will this dare last, and is there any way out?
My eyes froze on the last rule.
No way out.
One week.
Seven days.
No
Way
Out.
How in the world was I supposed to last that long? School began the day after tomorrow. I'd have to have a split personality or something to pull it off. This is ridiculous! Okay, calm down. This is the second day, right? Or is it the first? IT'S GONNA BE THE SECOND, ALRIGHT?!
My attention was drawn back to Takashi as he concluded the long telephone conversation.
"Well, um, does three o'clock sound good? I know we were planning on 6:00, but I just think that…well, you'd be more comfortable with…um…ah…three! Am I hiding something? Heh…why do you say that? I'm not hiding…anything! Right. No, you'll have plenty of time. You have an entire hour to get ready! No…you don't have to dress up THAT much. Okay…Seastone Café? Sounds good. He'll be there. Oh, he'll be carrying a yellow rose. Mm-hm. Sayonara."
He hung the phone on the receiver and sighed. "Well, looks like you have a date, Syaoran."
Eriol was trying to smother his laughter and failing. He grabbed a can of Jolt and guzzled it, trying to calm his spirit with caffeine.
Idiot.
Tomoyo clapped her hands gleefully. "Oh, Syaoran, you're going to do just great! I bet that you will charm every single girl in Tomeoda!"
Charm a girl wearing this? Somebody should book an appointment with the psychiatrist for both Eriol and Tomoyo.
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One hour later, I was seated in the café, waiting for the girl to arrive. I must admit, I'm pretty punctual. I guess this girl decided to either be "fashionably late", or to wisely back out of the date.
There weren't many people in the café, which was nice. I was getting some weird looks from people, but at least I was well disguised. With any luck, the girl will just be charmed and my trials and tribulations will be over. The dare would end, and I would be victorious. Best of all, my black cargo pants would be restored to me.
I was still dreaming of my revenge on Eriol, when the clatter of the shop bell against the door snapped me from my reverie. The yellow rose I had been holding was severely mangled (mostly due to the vision of Eriol on a rack with ret hot irons hovering over him). I plucked the head of the rose off and threw the ragged stem in a nearby trash can. Then I fixed my attention on the girl who'd arrived.
She was of medium height, with long black hair and beautiful cinnamon eyes. She was dressed in a simple, pink summer dress with white sandals. Her eyes swept the small café and came to rest the rose in my hand. Her smile faded, and a look of confusion spread across her pretty face. As calmly as she could, she walked to the table, placed her own yellow rose (in perfect condition, I might add) on the table, and said quietly,
"This must be a mistake. You see, someone was supposed to meet me here and he was supposed to have a yellow rose. But," she laughed lightly. "You're the only one here with a yellow rose…or at least something that looks like it." She peered at the stemless flower in my hand.
I decided that one hour of stuttering was beyond my ability, so I just made my voice crack as I lifted the tone higher. "Nope, I'm the one. My name is Shun."
=================================================================================You know, I think I'm enjoying this evil spurt I'm having. It's quite refreshing. And I bet you never, ever guessed who the girl is. It's so difficult…
Expect lots of fun in the next chapter...
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