ONE FINE DAY... [CCS][humour][shounen-ai][other limish suggestions]
A Fanfic by Janaki Jitchotvisut
TIMELINE NOTE: As will be obvious practically from the moment you begin
this fic, this is most definitely NOT canon. However, if I *had* to
place it somewhere in the timeline, I'd say that it takes place when Sakura
is in high school, sometime past the end of both the manga and the anime
series. By this time, she and Syaoran's relationship is fairly well
established, as is Tomoyo's place in it.
DISCLAIMER: Card Captor Sakura and all its characters are copyright and
property of CLAMP, Kodansha, TV Tokyo, and various other parties i'm
quite sure i'm forgetting to mention. "Dress You Up" is copyright Peggy
Stanziale and Andrea LaRusso and probably also Madonna in some way,
although the other two are the ones what wrote it. This Fic, however,
was written by Janaki Jitchotvisut, and she would greatly appreciate it
if you would please NOT archive it without her permission, and she
doesn't want you mucking with it in any other fashion, either. C&C are of
course greatly appreciated...now, shall we begin?
Evil Janaki: Heh. Hehehehhehehehe....XD
Good Janaki: Are you sure you want to go through with this?
Eriol: *bares fangs, nikos disquietingly*
Regular Janaki: ^^;;; i don't believe i have a choice...
Eriol: Good. We knew you'd see it our way. *coaxes Evil Janaki to hop
into the palm of his hand and then the two walk away, momentarily
satisfied*
Regular Janaki: Oh. You have *NO* idea what i'm about to do...you may
not be so glad after all..._O_
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It was on a particularly bright, cheery day in Tomoeda that a certain
small bespectacled boy was strolling along in a most carefree manner;
snapping his fingers and humming a tune with a beat one could dance to,
were one close enough to said boy to hear it. He had a long
black trenchcoat draped carefully and stylishly over one arm and was
fairly bouncing down the sidewalk in a fit of unsuppressed glee. In
fact, one would almost guess that he was merely out trying to rid himself
of excess energy rather than having an actual destination in mind...until
he abruptly stopped humming, snapping and bouncing long enough to ring a
doorbell conveniently placed next to the gate he just happened to pause
in front of.
"Daidouji residence. Who may I ask is calling?" came a pleasant,
disembodied, and very cultured-sounding alto voice from the loudspeaker
nearest the boy's left ear.
"I am Eriol Hiiragizawa, and I had an appointment with Ms. Tomoyo
at..." he paused momentarily to pull a small silver obelisk out of his
pocket, flick it delicately open, and peruse the face of the small
ticking mechanism quickly. "...3pm. I know I'm a few minutes early, but
do you know if she's available just now?"
"Please wait a moment while I check, sir. While I check, you may come
inside, as the young Mistress Tomoyo had mentioned that you would be
stopping by." As the voice spoke, the gates opened with a bass-filled
motorised rumble.
Resuming his previous bouncing and humming (but leaving behind the
snapping so as not to appear TOO conspicuously happy on the security
monitors), Eriol headed up the walkway to the Daidouji mansion, where the
front door stood just slightly open in invitation. Upon reaching the
door, Eriol cautiously pushed it open and then stepped inside and removed
his shoes.
A few moments later, the owner of the previously disembodied voice strode
smartly down the staircase and announced, "Mr. Hiiragizawa, the young
Mistress Tomoyo will be with you shortly. Please come into the sun room
and enjoy a cup of tea while you wait?"
"Why thank you very much, I do believe I should enjoy that." Eriol smiled
his sunniest smile and followed the maid into the sun room, which was
conveniently located just to the right of the main entranceway.
"Please have a seat; the tea will be ready shortly." The maid gestured
toward a low-slung red velvet elaborately-styled plush chair, curtsied,
and went off in search of the elusive tea.
Eriol sat down and smiled. Gradually the smile became wider and wider
until it very nearly threatened to rupture his face into a sea of massive
giggling. Eriol was barely keeping this urge in check when the maid
returned. Expertly supported by one hand were a steaming (and quite
lovely) teapot, scones, honey, cream, and a matching saucer, cup, and
spoon set---all of which were arranged attractively on an
elegantly etched silver serving tray.
"Thank you very much, miss." Eriol bowed his head gratefully and accepted
the mug of steaming tea which the maid proffered. As she set the tray
down on the coffee table within Eriol's reach, the maid said, "Mistress
Tomoyo wished me to inform you that she will be down to meet you in about
five minutes, and she apologises for the delay. She said that she was 'in
preparation.'" A puzzled look had but a second to cross the maid's face
before it was shoved aside by the maid's normal, placid, all-occasion
expression. The maid again left the room, curtsying just before doing
so.
Eriol smiled again, this time a more secret, quiet smile. He poured a
small amount of cream into his tea and mixed in several spoons of
sugar...took an absentminded bite out of a scone...and waited.
As promised, approximately five minutes later, Tomoyo appeared in the
doorway with her school knapsack on her back and a crimson beret perched
atop her lovely, flowing black hair. "Hiiragizawa-kun. I'm glad you
could make it. How do you like the scones?" she beamed proudly in a way
that suggested she had made them herself.
"The scones are wonderful, Tomoyo-san. Are you ready to go, or would you
like to sit and have a cup of tea first?" Eriol smiled nervously.
Tomoyo beamed proudly and responded, "I'm glad you like them,
Hiiragizawa-kun. No...I'm most eager to begin our project, if you
wouldn't mind." She smiled her most dazzling, innocent,
if-you-don't-do-what-i-want-you-to-you-shall-regret-it smile at Eriol,
immediately convincing him not to argue.
"I suppose you're right, Tomoyo-san. I trust you've got all your
equipment?" Eriol glanced at the strap wrapped over Tomoyo's right
shoulder.
"I've got everything I need right here," Tomoyo gestured to the knapsack
attached to said strap. "And you didn't forget anything,
did you?"
"No, I too am ready. Shall we depart?" In a sweepingly grandiose
gesture, Eriol offered Tomoyo his arm, smiling brilliantly (and
eerily) the entire time.
Tomoyo ducked his arm gracefully and exited the room to stand at the
front door. Not to be so easily put off, Eriol continued his sweeping
gesture down onto the arm of the chair he'd just been sitting in, acting
as though he had merely been intending to scoop up his trenchcoat all
along. Once he had gathered his things, they exited the Daidouji
residence.
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"I'll see you at school tomorrow, Syaoran-kun." Sakura glowed at Syaoran
in front of his apartment door.
"Of...of course, Sakura..." Syaoran stammered, blushing madly. As he did
so, his voice cracked slightly and he prayed that Sakura wouldn't
notice. Luckily for him, Sakura was her usual oblivious self and hadn't
the slightest clue about the discomfort Syaoran was experiencing just
now.
Waving merrily, she turned and ran down the stairs and out the front door
of the apartment complex. It took a full minute after this for Syaoran
to recover enough to pull his keys out of his pocket, insert the house
key in the door, and go into his apartment before one of his neighbours
had the opportunity to pass by and wonder why this strange boy was
standing so dazedly in the hallway.
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NOT QUITE TEN MINUTES LATER...
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"But...what if he's not home?" Eriol, suddenly nervous, inquired.
"Oh, he'll be there. Trust me." Tomoyo responded, nonplussed. They were
now a mere block from their destination, and the Fun was thusly about to
start.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Eriol pressed.
"Hiiragizawa-kun, how unlike you. I wouldn't think that you, of all
people, would get cold feet..." Tomoyo chided.
"I'm not concerned about my adorable relative. I'm concerned about
Sakura-san, and how she might feel." Eriol responded fairly earnestly,
which was something he usually only did when conversing with Suppi...and
*once* in awhile, Nakuru. Depending on the mood, of course. And the
amount of sugar previously ingested...although truthfully, he was more
concerned about Tomoyo feeling she had wronged Sakura than he was about
Sakura herself.
"..." was all Tomoyo responded at first. After walking a few steps
further came mumbling that sounded suspiciously like
"ButI'mdoingthis*for*Sakura-chan..."
"What was that?"
"Nevermind. Don't you think this is going to be fun?"
Eriol, taking this as encouragement, regained his usual mischievous
grin. "Oh, indeed it will. Indeed...it...will...."
They had reached their destination: a red brick apartment building
clustered on that particular block with many others just like it. Eriol
rang the bell marked 'LI' without hesitation.
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"Tomoyo-san...why did you bring *him* along?!?" Syaoran glared in the
general direction of Him. "I appreciate the visit, although this does
seem a little odd..."
"We were merely out taking a walk and happened to pass by your apartment
and thought we would stop and visit you, Li-kun." Tomoyo smiled brightly.
"Well, I *suppose* I can make some tea…please come in." Syaoran gestured them
into his apartment and locked the door before heading into the kitchen
to start tea water.
As Syaoran was bustling about the kitchen preparing tea, Tomoyo and Eriol
busied themselves unpacking their many and various Tools For Fun.
"Where do you want the primary tripod, Tomoyo-san?" Eriol inquired whilst
folding the legs on said tripod downward and locking them into place.
"Right about...there. Yes, that's perfect." As Tomoyo gestured, Eriol
moved the tripod around until Tomoyo indicated that she was satisfied
with its placement. "As for the secondary one, since it'll be
unmanned...put that over...there!" Eriol complied.
As Eriol was placing her tripods, Tomoyo pulled her cameras out of their
respective pouches and began the very familiar routine of making sure
everything was working properly and set to record. By the time Eriol was
done positioning her tripods, Tomoyo was ready to place the cameras
themselves.
Once Tomoyo began placing the cameras, Eriol brought out a small cooler
which had previously been located underneath his trenchcoat. He
double-checked its contents, pulled a few very important items out, and
placed said Very Important Items in a convenient spot next to the
comfortable-looking reclining chair they'd staked out for their
purpose---but where someone entering
from the kitchen wouldn't be able to see them.
Both Tomoyo and Eriol finished their preparations in record time, but
they still had barely enough time to grin mischievously at one another
before Syaoran returned, both hands laden down with tea and snack cakes
and various other accoutrements which he deemed necessary for proper
entertaining.
(Now, as you may have guessed, Syaoran was rather...unaccustomed to
entertaining. He'd seen how his sisters and Meiling would do it in the
past, so he had some idea of how it worked...but he didn't often do it
himself. So despite the fact that his tea preparations and the items
that he'd chosen to bring out to his living room for his guests were
actually all dead on, he looked more than slightly uncomfortable---and of
course, tried to hide it. And obviously wasn't being particularly
observant, which was rather unlike him...and which Tomoyo and Eriol were
counting on.)
Seizing upon the pained look on his face as an *excellent* opportunity to
set things in motion, Tomoyo expertly feigned concern. "Li-kun, you
really shouldn't have gone to all this trouble just for us! You see us
everyday in school! Here, let me help you. Sit down and I'll pour the
tea for all three of us."
Relieved, Syaoran bent to place the tea and other items on the low table
positioned conveniently in the center of his living room. Once his head
was low enough that Tomoyo was sure he wouldn't see, she nodded and
gestured to Eriol that the time was upon them.
What was quite possibly the most benevolent smile in the world greeted
Syaoran once he righted himself. Tomoyo, the owner of said smile,
graciously gestured once more for Syaoran to please have a seat while she
poured the tea. Feeling oddly non-argumentative after having viewed said
smile, Syaoran complied...and soon felt strange hands massaging the knots
out of his shoulders.
He nearly fell out of the chair as he twisted himself violently around to
YELL at Hiiragizawa, who must surely be the perpetrator of this unwanted
touching. "What in blazes do you think you're DOING?!??!" Syaoran
roared. Sure enough, there was that damned beatific and all-too-familiar
smile.
"You seemed tense. Nakuru tells me I give very good backrubs, so I
thought I'd take the liberty of trying out my powers on you. You don't
like it?" Eriol did his best to look wounded.
"I don't like being unexpectedly grabbed from behind, ESPECIALLY by
you." Syaoran roared again...but this time, a little more
hesitantly. I'll be damned, Syaoran thought...he *does* seem to be a
little more sincere than usual...or else he's just gotten even better at
acting.
"Oh, okayyyy...if you insist. I just hate to see you so sad. I won't do
that again, Syaoran...you can sit back down." Eriol seemed oddly resigned,
something which, in the past, would usually have set off at least a few
alarms somewhere in Syaoran's skull. In fact, it would have this time,
too...were it not for Tomoyo diverting his attention back to the tea by
offering him his cup in her usual sunny manner. Thus, he sat back down
in the chair, relaxed a bit, and began to blow on the hot tea.
That is, until he felt something digging into each of his upper
arms...something which he immediately found was restraining him from
moving his arms freely, let alone getting out of the chair.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!??!" Syaoran yelped, predictably spilling
hot (but not scalding) tea down the front of his shirt in the process and sending the poor,
innocent teacup flying to the floor a few feet away with a crash.
"Why, restraining you, of course!" Eriol continued to grin more widely
than ever as he bent over Syaoran's head and licked him delicately on the
right cheek.
At this, Syaoran turned so crimson and tried so hard to fight his way out
of his restraints that both Eriol and Tomoyo were concerned---if only for
a moment---about what would happen if he *did* escape.
Luckily, he didn't. And just to ensure that he wouldn't try anything
funny and/or magical, Eriol took the opportunity nicely afforded him by
Syaoran's intermittent squeals of outrage to stuff a pair of socks rolled
into a ball into his dear relative's mouth.
This still left Syaoran's feet and legs free to kick, so as one would
expect, he was putting up quite a magnificent podiatric struggle.
Tomoyo, for her part, was videotaping the mayhem with an incomparably
bright smile across the glowing expanse of her face. The brightness
setting on her smile got cranked upwards by about 100 watts when Eriol,
seeing Syaoran's soaking shirt, clucked his tongue mockingly and said,
"Tsk, tsk...this won't do. This won't do at all. I'm afraid you'll
catch your death of cold if I let you continue to wear your shirt when
it's all sopping like that. Let me take care of that for you..." And
with that, Eriol ripped Syaoran's shirt completely off, serving to make
him turn even redder and kick even harder.
"And we can't have you kicking me, hmm? We're just going to have to
do something about those ankles of yours now, aren't we?" Eriol fairly
purred as he conjured up some specialised magical bonds suited to the
task. Once he had affixed these firmly to either side of the chair, he
looped them twice around each of Syaoran's ankles. Once Syaoran was
rendered completely immobile in this fashion, Eriol stood back to admire
his work.
"Did I do alright, Tomoyo-san? How does this look on your end?" Eriol
began to strike poses next to his masterpiece like some sort of
overzealous game show hostess.
"He looks great, Hiiragizawa-kun! What's next?" Tomoyo gasped excitedly
as she zoomed in on Syaoran's face, the better to get precious close-ups
of his stricken and incredulous expression.
"I'm so glad you asked that, Tomoyo-san! Today, we've got a REAL treat
in store for our audience! Hold on just one moment while I get
prepared..." Eriol began to dance around, humming something under his
breath. He dove momentarily under his trenchcoat again, this time to
pull out a small black duffel bag. Still humming merrily, he danced down
the hallway into Syaoran's washroom and closed the door, leaving a
wonderfully confused expression on Syaoran's face.
At this point, Syaoran shot Tomoyo a most distressed,
how-could-you-DO-this;-you're-Sakura's-best-FRIEND look. Tomoyo, for her
part, smiled sadly...and did look genuinely concerned for Syaoran's
wellbeing.
"I'm sorry, Li-kun. Please don't take this personally. Someday,
perhaps, you'll see that I was doing this all for Sakura-chan...I do
*everything* for Sakura-chan!" With that, enraptured by her thoughts of
her beloved Sakura-chan, Tomoyo lost all contact with Planet Earth...and
of course, with Syaoran.
In some strange way, though he really didn't want to admit it, he sort of
understood where Tomoyo was coming from. He always had, in fact---at
least, since meeting Sakura. Something about the girl inspired
unfathomable depths of loyalty and love. This didn't mean that he
wouldn't have to find *some* way to repay Tomoyo for her part in this
little adventure, but at the same time...he was sure she wouldn't let him
get seriously hurt. After all, wasn't it Tomoyo herself who had worked
so hard to get Sakura and Syaoran together? She always talked about how
she wanted only to see her beloved Sakura-chan happy, and she always did
her best to ensure that it was so. Syaoran being hurt in any way would
make Sakura VERY unhappy---Syaoran was *sure* Tomoyo knew that. So while
he was vastly annoyed...he wasn't really terrified. At least...not yet.
Sometime while Syaoran was engaged in this internal dialogue, Tomoyo
actually snapped out of her reverie of her own accord and stepped away
from the videocamera. A look of puzzlement crossed her face as she tried
to remember where they would have put *it* when they'd arrived...until
she remembered about all the Space underneath Eriol's trenchcoat. She
padded softly and elegantly (but still quickly) over to said trenchcoat
and pulled a medium-sized black box with a few cords protruding from it
in various places out from underneath the coat.
Next, she padded over to the nearest electrical outlet and plugged one of
the cords into the wall. After testing to make sure the machine (and the
outlet) really did work, she reached into her purse and pulled out a
microphone, which she then proceeded to hook up to one of the other cords
attached to the mysterious machine. Finally, she pulled an audiocassette
out of her purse and popped it into a slot in the front of the machine.
Karaoke at a time like *this*?!?! Syaoran thought. She really *is*
insane, isn't she?
AND THEN...he saw It.
Eriol, having had enough time to finish his *tasks* in the washroom,
re-emerged into the hallway. From a distance, however, even his closest
friends would have been hard-pressed to tell that it was him.
The *thing* that Syaoran was goggling at in disbelief as it sauntered
slowly and sensually towards him had a long, platinum-blonde ponytail and
matching bangs which were carefully combed out to frame the top of her
face. Her face was carefully made up; very pale, with dark eyebrows
sculpted into arches that were both inquisitive and suggestive as they
framed her eyes. Her eyes were lined darkly and had sparkling silver and
black eyelashes and quite a bit of eyeshadow on them. Her cheeks sported
high colour, showing off her magnificent cheekbones---and her lips were
the colour of mashed strawberries. There was one more thing about those
lips---that damned beatific grin. Again.
Syaoran was speechless. Whether he was speechless with terror or with
amusement or with something completely unrelated to either of those
options may, in fact, never be known. And this was *before* he had
gotten a load of the rest of the girl's outfit.
"Eriol-kun, you look *marvelous*! I told you that gold would suit
you! Aren't you glad you let me make this costume for you now?" Tomoyo
exclaimed, clapping her hands and sparkling excitedly.
Now it was her turn to be goggled at by Syaoran. But he soon returned
his gaze to Eriol---after all, wouldn't you?
Ah, yes...the costume. Tomoyo had whipped up a most sumptuous and
pleasing feast for the eyes for our dear Eriol. In addition to his
lovely hair and makeup (which Tomoyo had spent the last month coaching
him in the proper application of), he was sporting a gold and black
patent-leather and chainmail bodysuit---sleeveless and backless---which
also featured a lovely gold spiralised conical brassiere. These were
perfectly matched by the delicate gold spiral armbands winding up the
tops of his arms, as well as the elbow-length patent leather gloves. The
final charming accessories to top this outfit off right were the
sparkling black-and-gold fishnet stockings which disappeared into
spike-heeled calf-high black patent leather boots. In all, Tomoyo had
really outdone herself this time...and Eriol wasn't a bad model either,
especially with that pout.
Tomoyo glanced over at Syaoran and asked, "Don't you like it? I made it
especially for you, Li-kun!"
Yep...she's DEFINITELY lost it, Syaoran thought weakly. By this point,
he no longer much cared what they did to him; to his mind, they'd already
done quite enough. Quite frankly, he wanted nothing more than to wash his
brain in a couple thousand gallons of lye right about now.
"My dear, sweet Syaoran...the fun is just starting!" Eriol exclaimed as
he sashayed over to the karaoke machine and picked up the microphone. "We
thought we'd put on a show for you...but then we realised that it would
be MUCH more fun if you could be *part* of the show!" He grinned once
more as he bent---not without some difficulty---to press the
"play" button.
As the music started, he shot a quick glance of dismay at Tomoyo. "I
thought you said you had everything ready! Why isn't the tape rewound?"
"..." was the only response he got.
"Oh well. No matter," and Eriol began to get into the song, which by now
was somewhere near its middle.
Just when Syaoran thought it couldn't possibly get any worse, Eriol began
to sing.
"Gonna dress you up in my love
All over, all over
Gonna dress you up in my love
All over your body," and he proceeded to demonstrate with the help of a
rather large bottle of Hershey's Syrup, a can of Redi-Wip, and a biiig
bottle of maraschino cherries. And Syaoran's prone, shirtless form, of
course. Eriol continued with the song, grinding away and acting out said
song as he did so:
"Feel the silky touch of my caresses
They will keep you looking so brand new
Let me cover you with velvet kisses
I'll create a look that's made for you"
Eriol actually didn't have a half-bad singing voice, but Eriol as Pop
Diva was just too much. Especially when he was *dancing* over Syaoran
and then proceeded to perform his neat little bar trick with the cherry
stem mere inches from Syaoran's terrified face. Syaoran was not one to
run away in the heat of battle, but this was something beyond him. His
face, already the deepest shade of crimson it had ever been, finally
erupted in one gusher of a nosebleed...and the poor little wolf finally
passed out under Diva Eriol's careful ministrations.
Eriol, for his part, seemed rather disappointed. "You go to *all* this
trouble to entertain someone, and this is what happens?" He pouted,
which made him simultaneously cuter and eerier than usual. Sure that the
Fun was now over, he pounced from Syaoran's lap down to the floor
and began rewinding the tape.
"Nonsense, Hiiragizawa-kun! That was a WONDERFUL show! I'm so glad that
I taped it all. Really, you did an excellent job. In fact,
Syaoran-kun's fainting only serves to highlight how great your
performance was! You've tired him out! I couldn't have done it better
myself," Tomoyo was more than slightly effervescent after witnessing this
display.
"In fact," she went on, "I think you deserve a show of your own." She
smiled very sweetly at Eriol as he glanced at her for the first time
since he'd come out of the bathroom.
"..." was all that could come out of Eriol's mouth as he gazed in
astonishment at Tomoyo.
For you see, while Eriol had been keeping Syaoran busy, Tomoyo had holed
up in Syaoran's washroom herself for a few minutes. Having thought about
this situation in advance, Tomoyo had sensibly worn *her* costume
underneath her regular clothing.
"You see, the more I thought about it, about what you were doing to my
beloved Sakura-chan's Syaoran, I realised that I couldn't let you get
away with it," Tomoyo began to chide, a note of indignance creeping into
her voice.
"..." Eriol's nose began to bleed as he nodded mutely at the wonder
standing before him, who was now saying things he had ceased to
understand.
For Tomoyo had dreamed up a most lovely creation for herself, as
well. Her hair, as it was most of the time, had been brushed and brushed
until it shone, and was trailing freely down her back and over her
shoulders. Her makeup was simple; she was already quite pale and lovely
and her wide sparkling violet eyes really needed no other
enhancement; the blush of righteous indignance staining her cheeks was
enough. This natural beauty was further enhanced by and enhancing to the
actual costume itself, which consisted of a black vinyl lace-up bodysuit
laced with several yards of lavender satin ribbon, lavender elbow-length
satin gloves, a poufy lavender net miniskirt that looked as though it had
been spun from clouds, opaque silver tights, lavender satin lace-up
ballet slippers, and the capper: delicate lace-looking lavender pixie
wings gracing her shoulders. In short, it was no wonder Eriol couldn't
comprehend speech right at this moment.
"...this seemed like a good idea when we first planned it, but you were
right when we were on the way over here. I would NEVER want to hurt my
beloved Sakura-chan. NEVER. But then I realised...I never actually
*did* anything wrong! I only videotaped it; *you* did all the actual
wrongdoing! So the solution became simple: if I punish the wrongdoer,
Sakura-chan won't be mad at me!" Tomoyo glowed as she explained this to
Eriol.
"...so, umm, how *exactly* are you going to punish me?" Eriol, it seemed,
had finally regained his voice...although it did seem to be a tiny bit
higher and squeakier than usual.
"Our plan for Syaoran worked so well, I see no reason not to
continue..." Tomoyo smiled serenely as she padded over to the karaoke
machine in her ballet slippers. "Thanks for rewinding the tape for me, by
the way." The play button was going to get a hefty workout today.
"But...but...what about your love for Sakura-san? This doesn't make any
sense!" Eriol blurted...backing away from Tomoyo as she now advanced upon
him, smiling a catlike smile the entire time.
"Oh, but it *does* make sense! I get two things out of this: the most
important being that I avenge any pain you've caused Sakura-chan, and
secondly...I get to have a little *fun*. I don't get to have fun very
often, remember? I'm going to enjoy this...and it's all for
Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo exclaimed gleefully. "And if you don't mind, I'll
take that microphone now...there, thank you. See? Maybe I won't be so
hard on you if you cooperate and take your punishment like a good
boy..." Tomoyo was grinning from ear to ear now as the music began.
"You've got style, that's what all the girls say...
Satin sheets and luxuries so fine...
All your suits are custom-made in London...
But I've got something that you'll REALLY like...
Gonna dress you up in my love!
All over, all over...
Gonna dress you up in my love!
All over your body..."
Tomoyo's normally exquisite singing voice became something completely
different when singing this pop song...deeper, richer, more
sultry...slightly disturbing...or perhaps it was the way she laughed the
Stock Evil Dominatrix laugh at the end of the first chorus...
"Are you *sure* you're the same Tomoyo-san I came here with?!??!"
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sore ja, owari datta nyaaaa!
NOTES:
let's see, what to say...firstly, this fic was MOSTLY inspired by several
conversations Jae-san has been having with Eriol and Tomoyo in her
blog...i just about lost it after the Britney Spears Pasty Incident, and
this is what came out. so this is in some way *partially* her fault, and
i hope she likes it. ^^ i would also like to take this opportunity to
thank my bunnies for filling my head with Eeeevil, and also the Fujitsu
Corporation for making a decent laptop which i could afford and on which a
good portion of this fic was written while i was commuting back and forth
between work and home. and finally, GIGANTIC thanks to Pix-chan for being the first victim of this fic *koffs* and very helpfully pointing out a few things i hadn't really thought about when writing this. not to mention going over this with a fine metaphorical red pen. *niko* as mentioned earlier, C&C are GREATLY appreciated; please send them to: toriniku@hotmail.com
mata ne!
janaki j.
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