Daphne: "Ugh! When is it going to stop raining?"
Kero: "How should I know? Why don't you write up the next chapter to keep yourself busy?"
Daphne: "No duh! Anyway, here is the next chapter! I hope you like it and I would really appreciate it if you reviewed! Well, I am going to make this short, because I want to get on with the story! So…bye!
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Forced to Love
by: Daphne Li
Chapter 3.
"Master, we are here."
Syaoran opened his tired eyes and for a moment, he was confused about where he was. Then it hit him, and he looked at the sleeping girl in his arms. Her auburn hair was still as perfect and un-touched as it had been when her had pulled the veil off, and her pale cheeks were slightly flushed from sleep. Her breathing was slow and regular, and a small, tranquil smile graced her rosy lips. For a moment, Syaoran simply stared at her, wondering how to get her inside without waking her. Finally, he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the large, towering castle. He carried her up several flights of stairs without meeting a single servant, and then he carried her into the chambers that he had ordered them to prepare for her.
Inside her chambers, it was well kit with tall, white tapered candles, and the bed was all ready for her, with the silk covers pulled down and the pillows fluffed.
"Just lay her in the bed. I will take care of the rest." Came a voice. Syaoran turned to see a white-haired, blue-eyed woman in her early sixties, smiling at him. It was his old nurse, Matilda, who had been with the family since Syaoran was born.
"Thank you, Matty." Syaoran said affectionately, putting his wife on the bed and letting out a sigh. Matty patted his shoulder.
"I know, Mister Shaoran." She whispered, gently hugging him around the waist. He looked at her and smiled. Mister Shoran was the name that she had called him all his life. It was a nickname that no one knew about, and no one else used but her. When he was a little boy, and had been through a long day of training, nothing could have pleased him more than to lay down on his bed and let her massage his tired muscles, while she sang songs and told him stories. That was one reason why he had asked her to come and be Sakura's nurse and hand-maiden. He knew that Matty would bring comfort to her.
"Now, you go and get some sleep. You have had a long and tiring journey. Oh, and Syaoran…" He turned when she said his full name. "…I know that you are going to push her away, like every other thing you own, but do try to do it gently. She is too delicate to be pushed around so much. I cannot see why your mother did this…" Syaoran smiled and exited the room, as Matty continued to rave about how selfish and uncaring his mother was. Personally, he couldn't blame her. After twenty years of living with Li Yelan, who wouldn't say those things about her?
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"Poor, dear thing." Matilda whispered, as she gazed at the beautiful girl lying on the bed. Matilda, being the mother figure that she was, had immediately felt pity for the little princess as soon as Syaoran had brought her into the room. Matty knew that Syaoran would most likely treat this little treasure, the same way he had all the others. With negligence and coldness. That was the one thing that Matty had never learned to love about Syaoran. His carelessness for the people who should be near and dear to his heart.
"Drat those elders!" They were the ones who caused Syaoran to be like this! Their number one rule, 'Before all else, show no emotion, have no emotion.' And this was the one rule of the elders, that Syaoran did not have any trouble following as a child, or as an adult. Why this was, Matty would never know, because Syaoran seemed to have no qualms about breaking any other the other rules that the elders and his mother set!
"Although…" Matty mussed, as she pulled off the tiny slippers of the girl, and then pulled off the beautiful wedding dress. This girl, Sakura, might just be Syaoran's undoing! Perhaps she could knock some sense into the boy!
With this new thought, Matty finished dressing Sakura in a warm silk nightgown, and quickly moved to her hair, pulling out the carefully placed pins and watching as the sweet, glossy curls cascaded down onto pale shoulders. Through all this, the girl remained asleep.
*Sigh*
"Dear little princess, please don't judge Syaoran on his outer appearance! He needs someone…you! He needs you to break through and show him just what it means to love! I know you can do it, little one! I know you can, you just need time." Matty whispered, gently pulling the covers up and over the sleeping girl. Sakura gave a soft sigh, and then turned over, snuggling closer underneath her covers. Matty smiled wistfully and tenderly brushed a strand of hair out of Sakura's face.
"You can do it!" Matty repeated, going over to each of the candles and putting it out. Now, only moonlight lit the room. Matty quickly went over and shut the curtains, causing the room the go pitch black. Then she quietly went over to the door and walked out of the room, glancing back only once at the small figure in the bed.
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Meiling, Tomoyo, and Touya all sat in the library of king Fujitaka's castle and moped.
"I miss her already! Who am I going to use as the model of all the dresses I make?" Tomoyo whined, cupping her head in her hands. Meiling patted her on the back.
"We all miss her. I still don't see how father could do this!" She muttered to no one on particular. Touya frowned.
"Neither do I! Sakura was perfectly happy here. Why did her have to marry her off? It is not like she did anything wrong to deserve it." He mumbled, causing both Meiling and Tomoyo to nod.
"And Syaoran was the worst person to marry her to, because he could care less about women." Meiling sighed. At this, Tomoyo started and her temper flared.
"What?! Why didn't you tell me that before?" She shrieked, causing Touya and Meiling to wince. Then there came a chuckle from the doorway.
"They probably didn't tell you, just for that reason!" A dark figure said. Meiling sighed and turned around.
"Quit trying to frighten us, Eriol! I know your voice." She said sternly. Her eyes, however, were laughing as a tall, blue/black haired young man entered the light. Touya smiled ruefully at him, and Tomoyo simply huffed and turned around.
"Well, I know Meiling and Touya, but I do not believe that I know this charming young woman." Eriol said, bowing to Tomoyo, who glared at him.
"Flattery won't work on me, mister…whoever you are." She snapped. Touya grinned.
"Hey, that was a nice save!" He teased, causing Tomoyo's glare to turn on him. Meiling giggled.
"Eriol, this is Princess Tomoyo. Tomoyo, this is Prince Eriol. You know, the one I have been telling you so much about?"
Tomoyo flashed Eriol a searching look, and then she glared again.
"Charmed, I'm sure." She said icily. Eriol simply grinned at her and kissed her hand.
"Likewise!" He flirted. Tomoyo haughtily pulled her hand away, but if you looked at her cheeks closely, you would have seen a tinge of red. Meiling certainly did!
"Tomoyo, perhaps we should leave you two alone so you could become better aquatinted?" She suggested, eyeing her friend slyly. Tomoyo glared at her.
"Thanks, but no. I have no interest in becoming another head Prince Eriol's 'Wall of Bimbos.'" She snapped, gliding out of the room. Touya stood up and pumped his arm in a victory motion.
"Tomoyo: one, Eriol: nothing! Prince Eriol, how do you feel about the woman who just rejected you?" Touya asked, holding an invisible microphone underneath Eriol's chin. Eriol glared at him and stomped out of the room silently, secretly offended by Tomoyo's indifference to him. Never before had a girl ever rejected him! Never!
"Well, she won't get away with this! No one ignores Hiiragizawa Eriol! No one!" He vowed, stalking to the room he was staying in until he left the next day.
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*Meanwhile…*
"How dare he! That…that…imbecile that they have the stupidity enough to call a prince! What a moron!" Tomoyo hissed, as she paced her room. Never, in her whole life, had Tomoyo met someone who so infuriated her. Even Syaoran was acceptable, when compared with *Prince* Eriol. She didn't know why the man infuriated her so much, it was just something about him…perhaps it was his over-inflated ego, or maybe it was his over-inflated head! Whatever the reason, Tomoyo decided that she would have NOTHING to do with that…Hiiragizawa male.
"The jerk!" She muttered, walking over to her wardrobe and pulling out a nightdress. She slipped it on, and then turned towards her full length mirror to observe herself. The nightdress was a pale lavender color, and actually looked more like a flimsy, everyday dress. It had a slim waist, and the long skirt swished about her feet. The sleeves of the nightdress ended at her elbows, and the neck of the dress was relatively high. Tomoyo smiled at her reflection, and then added a sheer, see-through over-gown to the picture.
The over-gown was white, and had long, puffy sleeves that reached her wrists and it buttoned at the neck and chest area. Then the gown was allowed to flow out below there, giving it a sort of cape-look. Tomoyo spun around again, and then skipped out to her balcony in higher spirits.
"Hello moon!" She called, looking up at the full moon. The night was clear and cold, but not too cold. Tomoyo threw out her arms and spun around, still keeping her eyes trained on the moon. It had always been like a friend to her, when she was small and lonely. Whenever Sakura could not be there, Tomoyo would always turn to the moon at night, when she was lonely. She told it many of her secrets, such as how sad she had been when her father had died, and about her past crush on Sakura that had, by now, just smoldered back into friendship. It was something she could trust; something constant that would always be there, even when no one else was.
"You'll never guess what happened today. I met the most infuriating man. His name is Hiiragizawa Eriol, and I absolutely hate him! I can't believe that anyone considers him a prince! What a moron! And her even had the nerve to call me 'charming', when he didn't even know me! I don't know what it is about him, but something…something just…" Tomoyo snorted in anger, and then turned her eyes back to the moon.
"I wonder if you dislike him as much as me. Maybe you don't shine as brightly for him, or maybe he can't even see you. I wouldn't be surprised! His mind seems to linger on one thing, and one thing only, and that is flirting with unsuspecting women's hearts. But I am onto him, and he will not be hanging *my* head on his trophy wall! No how, no way!" Tomoyo grinned up at the moon and then sighed.
"I suppose I had better go to sleep. I can't have myself waking up late tomorrow! I want to write a letter to Sakura as soon as the sun rises! I shall see you tomorrow night, moon!" With these parting words, Tomoyo calmly walked back inside, never knowing that she had been watched.
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"Hello Moon!"
Eriol looked up from his book as those words rang out into the night. He had been sitting comfortably in a chair on his balcony, when that voice had interrupted him. He looked around for it's owner, and his eyes fell on…an angel! Eriol sat up, and his book fell to the ground, forgotten.
Right there, across the courtyard, stood the most gorgeous, raven-haired, amethyst-eyed girl that he had ever seen…wait! He had seen her before! That lovely being across the way there, was the one and only, Daidouji Tomoyo! She was quietly talking to herself…or the moon, he supposed. She was dressed in a see-through over-gown, and a light purple night dress, that happened to reveal her perfect figure…
'Ugh! Hiiragizawa, get your mind out of the gutter! She rejected you, remember?'
She was just playing hard to get! They all seem to enjoy playing that game…
'Are you nuts? I highly doubt that Daidouji-san is one to play any games at all.'
Well, you never know! Go for it! She will never know what hit her! And besides, you are *not* going to allow a mere *woman* to win at the game of love, now are you?
'Game of Love?'
Duh! You flirt, you take their hearts, then you let them go for the next good looking thing that walks by. That is the 'game', and *you* are not going to let a woman defeat you at it.
'Me? Let a woman win? You must be crazy!'
That's the spirit! Now, it is about time that we take Daidouji-san's heart, and give it a good breaking, don't you think?
'Let's do this!'
Eriol watched as Princess Daidouji Tomoyo calmly walked back into her chambers, unaware of the fact that she was about to be brought down a few notches. Eriol's eyes darkened a little, with thoughts of how he was going to bring the princess to her knees.
"Watch out, Daidouji-san, because your years of living high and dry are about to be crushed, as well as your heart!" Eriol smirked, picked up his book, and went back inside his room to write a letter to his best friend.
~*~*~*~
"You had better like sleeping on the couch!"
Touya sighed and looked up at his irate wife.
"Now what?" He asked, patiently shutting the book her had been reading. Meiling glared at him.
"I just heard Tomoyo raving about how horrid Eriol was! She absolutely hates him, and it is your fault!" Meiling snapped, folding her arms and plopping down on the bed, a frown creasing her pretty face. Touya frowned in confusion.
"And that is my fault…how?" He asked, eyeing his wife. She shot him a glare.
"You should have stopped Eriol before he offended her. I mean, it could have been avoided, but no! You had to egg them on instead!" Meiling huffed, causing Touya to roll his eyes.
"Meiling, that is no more my fault than a person falling into water." He sighed. Meiling glared at him, but her lips wavered.
"Um, Touya, just a reminder. When people we know, fall into water, it usually *is* your fault!" She pointed out, causing him to blush a bit.
"Fine! But this was not my fault! I could do nothing to stop it, and frankly, I admire Tomoyo's firmness of mind. She is the first person that I have ever heard of that has been able to elude Eriol's charms. Even you can't, and that is saying something! I am lucky that I met you before he could sweep you off your feet!" Touya teased, elbowing her and causing her to blush.
"Oh, Touya! I could have avoided him…but you were another story." She murmured, kissing his neck. He shuddered and made to slip his arm around her waist, but she pushed him away.
"You are still sleeping on the couch!" She muttered, getting off the bed and walking over to the vanity. She sat down on the pouf and un-did her pig- tails. Touya sighed, stood up, and picked up the silver-backed brush. Meiling frowned and put a hand on her hip, gazing at him in the mirror.
"My brush, if you please." She said frostily. He smiled and shook his head. Instead, he reached out and began to brush her long, luxurious locks of hair. She sighed, and allowed him to finish, but when he put the brush down, she quickly got up and walked over to the wardrobe to get her nightdress. Touya frowned, and then darted in front of her.
"What have I done now?" He whined, making puppy-dog eyes at her. She smiled slyly.
"You threatened my cousin earlier today, if you haven't forgotten, and I have not forgiven you for that yet." She snapped, toying with a strand of her silky hair, and then continuing on her journey to the wardrobe. Touya growled, and before she could take another step, he grasped her shoulders and pushed her against the wall, a bit hard.
"I love my sister, what can I say?" He murmured into her ear, making sure not to make contact. Meiling's eyes widened, and then shut. Her body leaned into him, and he laughed in triumph.
"A bit eager, aren't we?" He chuckled, leaning forward again and pressing her closer to the wall.
"Don't worry love. Tonight, it will be *you* begging *me*, and not the other way around!" He whispered. She shuddered and leaned nearer, as his lips brushed hers, and then kissed their way down her neck. Meiling moaned, causing Touya to grin.
"I am so lucky that Sakura and her husband hate each other. If they didn't, I would have a lot more to worry about than just his kissing her!" Touya chuckled, causing Meiling to move closer to him.
"Don't worry. Syaoran is *not* that type of person." Meiling whispered. Touya grinned and quickly moved away, putting out all the candles that lit the room. Meiling, who had whimpered at his leaving, gave a squeal as his arms picked her up in the dark and carried her to the bed.
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A/N:
Daphne: "All right, I am going to stop here, because I want to keep this in the PG-13 level, and not over! (Although, I may have gone a little bit over anyway, I don't know! Please tell me what *you* think!) Hey, did you like the little bit of T+E love/hate I put in? Well, there is going to be a *LOT* more, trust me! Plus, I may add a little bit of S+S, but I am not sure. They are not supposed to like each other yet. Syaoran only held Sakura, because he pitied her. He does *not* love her…yet! In fact, he does not even like her much, considering all the pranks she had pulled on the male race!
But anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please review! I really need to know if you like it or not, and if you think that the Meiling+Touya parts are too dirty! I really want to know! (By the way, there may even be some Tomoyo+Eriol, and Sakura+Syaoran parts like the M+T ones, so beware. Tell me if you think I should leave them out, or if I should raise the rating to R!)
Kero: "How should I know? Why don't you write up the next chapter to keep yourself busy?"
Daphne: "No duh! Anyway, here is the next chapter! I hope you like it and I would really appreciate it if you reviewed! Well, I am going to make this short, because I want to get on with the story! So…bye!
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Forced to Love
by: Daphne Li
Chapter 3.
"Master, we are here."
Syaoran opened his tired eyes and for a moment, he was confused about where he was. Then it hit him, and he looked at the sleeping girl in his arms. Her auburn hair was still as perfect and un-touched as it had been when her had pulled the veil off, and her pale cheeks were slightly flushed from sleep. Her breathing was slow and regular, and a small, tranquil smile graced her rosy lips. For a moment, Syaoran simply stared at her, wondering how to get her inside without waking her. Finally, he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the large, towering castle. He carried her up several flights of stairs without meeting a single servant, and then he carried her into the chambers that he had ordered them to prepare for her.
Inside her chambers, it was well kit with tall, white tapered candles, and the bed was all ready for her, with the silk covers pulled down and the pillows fluffed.
"Just lay her in the bed. I will take care of the rest." Came a voice. Syaoran turned to see a white-haired, blue-eyed woman in her early sixties, smiling at him. It was his old nurse, Matilda, who had been with the family since Syaoran was born.
"Thank you, Matty." Syaoran said affectionately, putting his wife on the bed and letting out a sigh. Matty patted his shoulder.
"I know, Mister Shaoran." She whispered, gently hugging him around the waist. He looked at her and smiled. Mister Shoran was the name that she had called him all his life. It was a nickname that no one knew about, and no one else used but her. When he was a little boy, and had been through a long day of training, nothing could have pleased him more than to lay down on his bed and let her massage his tired muscles, while she sang songs and told him stories. That was one reason why he had asked her to come and be Sakura's nurse and hand-maiden. He knew that Matty would bring comfort to her.
"Now, you go and get some sleep. You have had a long and tiring journey. Oh, and Syaoran…" He turned when she said his full name. "…I know that you are going to push her away, like every other thing you own, but do try to do it gently. She is too delicate to be pushed around so much. I cannot see why your mother did this…" Syaoran smiled and exited the room, as Matty continued to rave about how selfish and uncaring his mother was. Personally, he couldn't blame her. After twenty years of living with Li Yelan, who wouldn't say those things about her?
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"Poor, dear thing." Matilda whispered, as she gazed at the beautiful girl lying on the bed. Matilda, being the mother figure that she was, had immediately felt pity for the little princess as soon as Syaoran had brought her into the room. Matty knew that Syaoran would most likely treat this little treasure, the same way he had all the others. With negligence and coldness. That was the one thing that Matty had never learned to love about Syaoran. His carelessness for the people who should be near and dear to his heart.
"Drat those elders!" They were the ones who caused Syaoran to be like this! Their number one rule, 'Before all else, show no emotion, have no emotion.' And this was the one rule of the elders, that Syaoran did not have any trouble following as a child, or as an adult. Why this was, Matty would never know, because Syaoran seemed to have no qualms about breaking any other the other rules that the elders and his mother set!
"Although…" Matty mussed, as she pulled off the tiny slippers of the girl, and then pulled off the beautiful wedding dress. This girl, Sakura, might just be Syaoran's undoing! Perhaps she could knock some sense into the boy!
With this new thought, Matty finished dressing Sakura in a warm silk nightgown, and quickly moved to her hair, pulling out the carefully placed pins and watching as the sweet, glossy curls cascaded down onto pale shoulders. Through all this, the girl remained asleep.
*Sigh*
"Dear little princess, please don't judge Syaoran on his outer appearance! He needs someone…you! He needs you to break through and show him just what it means to love! I know you can do it, little one! I know you can, you just need time." Matty whispered, gently pulling the covers up and over the sleeping girl. Sakura gave a soft sigh, and then turned over, snuggling closer underneath her covers. Matty smiled wistfully and tenderly brushed a strand of hair out of Sakura's face.
"You can do it!" Matty repeated, going over to each of the candles and putting it out. Now, only moonlight lit the room. Matty quickly went over and shut the curtains, causing the room the go pitch black. Then she quietly went over to the door and walked out of the room, glancing back only once at the small figure in the bed.
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Meiling, Tomoyo, and Touya all sat in the library of king Fujitaka's castle and moped.
"I miss her already! Who am I going to use as the model of all the dresses I make?" Tomoyo whined, cupping her head in her hands. Meiling patted her on the back.
"We all miss her. I still don't see how father could do this!" She muttered to no one on particular. Touya frowned.
"Neither do I! Sakura was perfectly happy here. Why did her have to marry her off? It is not like she did anything wrong to deserve it." He mumbled, causing both Meiling and Tomoyo to nod.
"And Syaoran was the worst person to marry her to, because he could care less about women." Meiling sighed. At this, Tomoyo started and her temper flared.
"What?! Why didn't you tell me that before?" She shrieked, causing Touya and Meiling to wince. Then there came a chuckle from the doorway.
"They probably didn't tell you, just for that reason!" A dark figure said. Meiling sighed and turned around.
"Quit trying to frighten us, Eriol! I know your voice." She said sternly. Her eyes, however, were laughing as a tall, blue/black haired young man entered the light. Touya smiled ruefully at him, and Tomoyo simply huffed and turned around.
"Well, I know Meiling and Touya, but I do not believe that I know this charming young woman." Eriol said, bowing to Tomoyo, who glared at him.
"Flattery won't work on me, mister…whoever you are." She snapped. Touya grinned.
"Hey, that was a nice save!" He teased, causing Tomoyo's glare to turn on him. Meiling giggled.
"Eriol, this is Princess Tomoyo. Tomoyo, this is Prince Eriol. You know, the one I have been telling you so much about?"
Tomoyo flashed Eriol a searching look, and then she glared again.
"Charmed, I'm sure." She said icily. Eriol simply grinned at her and kissed her hand.
"Likewise!" He flirted. Tomoyo haughtily pulled her hand away, but if you looked at her cheeks closely, you would have seen a tinge of red. Meiling certainly did!
"Tomoyo, perhaps we should leave you two alone so you could become better aquatinted?" She suggested, eyeing her friend slyly. Tomoyo glared at her.
"Thanks, but no. I have no interest in becoming another head Prince Eriol's 'Wall of Bimbos.'" She snapped, gliding out of the room. Touya stood up and pumped his arm in a victory motion.
"Tomoyo: one, Eriol: nothing! Prince Eriol, how do you feel about the woman who just rejected you?" Touya asked, holding an invisible microphone underneath Eriol's chin. Eriol glared at him and stomped out of the room silently, secretly offended by Tomoyo's indifference to him. Never before had a girl ever rejected him! Never!
"Well, she won't get away with this! No one ignores Hiiragizawa Eriol! No one!" He vowed, stalking to the room he was staying in until he left the next day.
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*Meanwhile…*
"How dare he! That…that…imbecile that they have the stupidity enough to call a prince! What a moron!" Tomoyo hissed, as she paced her room. Never, in her whole life, had Tomoyo met someone who so infuriated her. Even Syaoran was acceptable, when compared with *Prince* Eriol. She didn't know why the man infuriated her so much, it was just something about him…perhaps it was his over-inflated ego, or maybe it was his over-inflated head! Whatever the reason, Tomoyo decided that she would have NOTHING to do with that…Hiiragizawa male.
"The jerk!" She muttered, walking over to her wardrobe and pulling out a nightdress. She slipped it on, and then turned towards her full length mirror to observe herself. The nightdress was a pale lavender color, and actually looked more like a flimsy, everyday dress. It had a slim waist, and the long skirt swished about her feet. The sleeves of the nightdress ended at her elbows, and the neck of the dress was relatively high. Tomoyo smiled at her reflection, and then added a sheer, see-through over-gown to the picture.
The over-gown was white, and had long, puffy sleeves that reached her wrists and it buttoned at the neck and chest area. Then the gown was allowed to flow out below there, giving it a sort of cape-look. Tomoyo spun around again, and then skipped out to her balcony in higher spirits.
"Hello moon!" She called, looking up at the full moon. The night was clear and cold, but not too cold. Tomoyo threw out her arms and spun around, still keeping her eyes trained on the moon. It had always been like a friend to her, when she was small and lonely. Whenever Sakura could not be there, Tomoyo would always turn to the moon at night, when she was lonely. She told it many of her secrets, such as how sad she had been when her father had died, and about her past crush on Sakura that had, by now, just smoldered back into friendship. It was something she could trust; something constant that would always be there, even when no one else was.
"You'll never guess what happened today. I met the most infuriating man. His name is Hiiragizawa Eriol, and I absolutely hate him! I can't believe that anyone considers him a prince! What a moron! And her even had the nerve to call me 'charming', when he didn't even know me! I don't know what it is about him, but something…something just…" Tomoyo snorted in anger, and then turned her eyes back to the moon.
"I wonder if you dislike him as much as me. Maybe you don't shine as brightly for him, or maybe he can't even see you. I wouldn't be surprised! His mind seems to linger on one thing, and one thing only, and that is flirting with unsuspecting women's hearts. But I am onto him, and he will not be hanging *my* head on his trophy wall! No how, no way!" Tomoyo grinned up at the moon and then sighed.
"I suppose I had better go to sleep. I can't have myself waking up late tomorrow! I want to write a letter to Sakura as soon as the sun rises! I shall see you tomorrow night, moon!" With these parting words, Tomoyo calmly walked back inside, never knowing that she had been watched.
~*~*~*~
"Hello Moon!"
Eriol looked up from his book as those words rang out into the night. He had been sitting comfortably in a chair on his balcony, when that voice had interrupted him. He looked around for it's owner, and his eyes fell on…an angel! Eriol sat up, and his book fell to the ground, forgotten.
Right there, across the courtyard, stood the most gorgeous, raven-haired, amethyst-eyed girl that he had ever seen…wait! He had seen her before! That lovely being across the way there, was the one and only, Daidouji Tomoyo! She was quietly talking to herself…or the moon, he supposed. She was dressed in a see-through over-gown, and a light purple night dress, that happened to reveal her perfect figure…
'Ugh! Hiiragizawa, get your mind out of the gutter! She rejected you, remember?'
She was just playing hard to get! They all seem to enjoy playing that game…
'Are you nuts? I highly doubt that Daidouji-san is one to play any games at all.'
Well, you never know! Go for it! She will never know what hit her! And besides, you are *not* going to allow a mere *woman* to win at the game of love, now are you?
'Game of Love?'
Duh! You flirt, you take their hearts, then you let them go for the next good looking thing that walks by. That is the 'game', and *you* are not going to let a woman defeat you at it.
'Me? Let a woman win? You must be crazy!'
That's the spirit! Now, it is about time that we take Daidouji-san's heart, and give it a good breaking, don't you think?
'Let's do this!'
Eriol watched as Princess Daidouji Tomoyo calmly walked back into her chambers, unaware of the fact that she was about to be brought down a few notches. Eriol's eyes darkened a little, with thoughts of how he was going to bring the princess to her knees.
"Watch out, Daidouji-san, because your years of living high and dry are about to be crushed, as well as your heart!" Eriol smirked, picked up his book, and went back inside his room to write a letter to his best friend.
~*~*~*~
"You had better like sleeping on the couch!"
Touya sighed and looked up at his irate wife.
"Now what?" He asked, patiently shutting the book her had been reading. Meiling glared at him.
"I just heard Tomoyo raving about how horrid Eriol was! She absolutely hates him, and it is your fault!" Meiling snapped, folding her arms and plopping down on the bed, a frown creasing her pretty face. Touya frowned in confusion.
"And that is my fault…how?" He asked, eyeing his wife. She shot him a glare.
"You should have stopped Eriol before he offended her. I mean, it could have been avoided, but no! You had to egg them on instead!" Meiling huffed, causing Touya to roll his eyes.
"Meiling, that is no more my fault than a person falling into water." He sighed. Meiling glared at him, but her lips wavered.
"Um, Touya, just a reminder. When people we know, fall into water, it usually *is* your fault!" She pointed out, causing him to blush a bit.
"Fine! But this was not my fault! I could do nothing to stop it, and frankly, I admire Tomoyo's firmness of mind. She is the first person that I have ever heard of that has been able to elude Eriol's charms. Even you can't, and that is saying something! I am lucky that I met you before he could sweep you off your feet!" Touya teased, elbowing her and causing her to blush.
"Oh, Touya! I could have avoided him…but you were another story." She murmured, kissing his neck. He shuddered and made to slip his arm around her waist, but she pushed him away.
"You are still sleeping on the couch!" She muttered, getting off the bed and walking over to the vanity. She sat down on the pouf and un-did her pig- tails. Touya sighed, stood up, and picked up the silver-backed brush. Meiling frowned and put a hand on her hip, gazing at him in the mirror.
"My brush, if you please." She said frostily. He smiled and shook his head. Instead, he reached out and began to brush her long, luxurious locks of hair. She sighed, and allowed him to finish, but when he put the brush down, she quickly got up and walked over to the wardrobe to get her nightdress. Touya frowned, and then darted in front of her.
"What have I done now?" He whined, making puppy-dog eyes at her. She smiled slyly.
"You threatened my cousin earlier today, if you haven't forgotten, and I have not forgiven you for that yet." She snapped, toying with a strand of her silky hair, and then continuing on her journey to the wardrobe. Touya growled, and before she could take another step, he grasped her shoulders and pushed her against the wall, a bit hard.
"I love my sister, what can I say?" He murmured into her ear, making sure not to make contact. Meiling's eyes widened, and then shut. Her body leaned into him, and he laughed in triumph.
"A bit eager, aren't we?" He chuckled, leaning forward again and pressing her closer to the wall.
"Don't worry love. Tonight, it will be *you* begging *me*, and not the other way around!" He whispered. She shuddered and leaned nearer, as his lips brushed hers, and then kissed their way down her neck. Meiling moaned, causing Touya to grin.
"I am so lucky that Sakura and her husband hate each other. If they didn't, I would have a lot more to worry about than just his kissing her!" Touya chuckled, causing Meiling to move closer to him.
"Don't worry. Syaoran is *not* that type of person." Meiling whispered. Touya grinned and quickly moved away, putting out all the candles that lit the room. Meiling, who had whimpered at his leaving, gave a squeal as his arms picked her up in the dark and carried her to the bed.
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A/N:
Daphne: "All right, I am going to stop here, because I want to keep this in the PG-13 level, and not over! (Although, I may have gone a little bit over anyway, I don't know! Please tell me what *you* think!) Hey, did you like the little bit of T+E love/hate I put in? Well, there is going to be a *LOT* more, trust me! Plus, I may add a little bit of S+S, but I am not sure. They are not supposed to like each other yet. Syaoran only held Sakura, because he pitied her. He does *not* love her…yet! In fact, he does not even like her much, considering all the pranks she had pulled on the male race!
But anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please review! I really need to know if you like it or not, and if you think that the Meiling+Touya parts are too dirty! I really want to know! (By the way, there may even be some Tomoyo+Eriol, and Sakura+Syaoran parts like the M+T ones, so beware. Tell me if you think I should leave them out, or if I should raise the rating to R!)