Title: Banter
Warnings: End-of-series spoilers, language
Word Count: 100
Since that first fight at Acid Tokyo, Syaoran and his clone had fight a dozen more times in a dozen more worlds. It was almost a ritual between them - the catlike circling that would precede the clash of steel, the lightning flashes of magic.
"You can't win against me," Syaoran declared in a tight, angry voice. "You're nothing but a fake, an imitation."
"Big words from a little boy," the clone taunted, the tip of his sword circling in a come-at-me gesture. "You know, I fucked your mother."
"Oh, yeah?" Syaoran snapped back without thinking. "Well, so did I!"
~end.