Author's Note: OH MY GOD

Author's Note: OH MY GOD!!!!!! Card Captors is coming on Cartoon Network on Monday @ 5 pm!!!!! Oh, yeah! I can't wait . . . And Kid's WB is going to show season three on June 23rd. I can't wait to see Eriol in action!!

Anyway, a lot of reviewers said that my story is getting scary . . . well, it wasn't supposed to be that way!

But do u like it scary?

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Disclaimer: I don't own CCS.

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*~* Chapter Six *~*

Jealousy's Fire

The next morning, despite Touya's furious protests, Sakura got up and got ready for school. Touya followed her around the house, shouting all the way.

"Why can't you stay home?" he cried as they moved into he kitchen.

Sakura sighed. She began to pour herself some cereal. "Look, I'm not going to let this rule my life. I'm going to act as if none of this ever happened."

"It's too dangerous to-"

"If Yukio wanted to get me, he would have no trouble doing it here," she told him. "At least at school, I'll have Syaoran and I'll always be around other kids."

Fujitaka entered the kitchen. "She's right Touya. Let her go."

Touya glared at his father, then at Sakura. He stomped away, muttering, "Fine. Don't come to me when Sakura's been kidnapped . . ."

Sakura looked at her watch. "Syaoran will be here in a few minutes . . ." She quickly sat down to eat her cereal. Then she raced into the bathroom to brush her teeth. By the time she was done, Syaoran had already pulled up outside of her house.

This time, he knocked on the door.

Syaoran smiled when Sakura appeared. "You ready?"

She nodded. "I see you learned to come to the door."

He smiled. "Hmm. Anyway, I've got Mei-lin in the car. Just wanted to let you know."

Sakura nodded. Mei-lin was sitting in the backseat. She was smiling. "Hi, Mei-lin."

Mei-lin kept smiling as Sakura got into the car. "Good morning, Sakura. I'm surprised that you came to school after what happened yesterday."

Sakura frowned as Syaoran began to drive. "You heard?"

"Of course I heard. The school nurse said you weren't feeling well and you went home. I got the details from Dio."

And how did Dio find out? Sakura didn't ask Mei-lin but she had a nagging suspicion that something was up. "What exactly did you hear?"

Mei-lin was silent for a while. "J-just about those stupid flowers that freaked you out."

Sakura said nothing. She couldn't prove that Mei-lin was hiding something despite her feelings. She pushed her suspicions out of her mind.

When they finally arrived at school, Mei-lin went her separate way, claiming that she had business to take care of.

Syaoran and Sakura, after brief stops at their lockers, went up to their homeroom. They were on time today, much to the surprise of their friends.

Once with their group, Sakura eyed Tomoyo who was wearing a mysterious smile.

"I know something you don't know," she taunted. She'd been waiting for them to get there so she could say that.

The group was instantly intrigued. They all turned to Tomoyo as she leaned against a desk and closed her eyes.

Sakura could not bear the suspense. "WHAT?" she demanded. She hated it when Tomoyo did stuff like this.

Tomoyo just shrugged her shoulders. "You all will see soon." She turned to Sakura and whispered, "you could benefit form this Sakura."

What is she talking about?

Syaoran rolled his eyes. "So then why'd you even bring it up if you weren't going to tell us?"

Chiharu nodded. "I think Takashi here is rubbing off on you," she muttered.

Takashi smiled. "Really? Ah, yes, the fine art of suspense! My other favorite pass-time besides telling stories. Speaking of stories, did you know that-"

Takashi was cut off by Wolfe-sensei entering the classroom. Mei-lin slid in behind him. The students reluctantly shuffled to their seats and instantly got silent. "Okay, students, it seems as if we have some new students joining our class."

Two boys entered.

"Please welcome Akamatsu Sumitomo and Hiiragizawa Eriol."

Sakura's eyes widened. So this was Tomoyo's secret! She knew that Eriol would be here today! She turned her head to look at her friend. Tomoyo smiled at her and winked.

Behind Sakura, Syaoran was growling to himself. What the hell does he want? Can't he just go away? And stay away?

Wolfe-sensei eyed the classroom for empty seats. "Well, Eriol, I suppose you can sit behind Syaoran and Sumitomo, you can sit next to Syaoran. Please stand, Syaoran."

Syaoran was not thrilled to have both of the new kids sitting near him, especially Hiiragizawa. He reluctantly stood up and sat back down when both boys were in their seats.

When Wolfe-sensei turned to the board, a piece of folded paper landed on Syaoran's desk. He hesitantly opened the note. He instantly recognized Eriol's chicken scratch.

Nice to see you, too, my cute little descendant! J

Syaoran crumpled the paper up. Damn him! What does he want?!

In his palm, the paper began to heat up, fueled by his anger. Syaoran opened his hand and let the ashes fall to the floor.

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Eriol smiled as he watched the remains of his scorched note fall to the floor. So it seems as if the little wolf has learned some new tricks . . .

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When the bell rang, Sakura quickly turned to Eriol. "What are you doing here?"

He pretended to pout. "What? You're not happy to see me?"

She laughed and threw herself into his arms. "No! I just . . . it was a surprise!"

Syaoran pried his girlfriend off of Eriol. "Let's go to our next class."

Sakura wrinkled her nose. "Home economics . . . yuck!"

Eriol looked at his schedule. "Well, what a COINCIDENCE! I have home economics next too!"

As Tomoyo, Sakura, Eriol and Syaoran excited the classroom, Syaoran muttered under his breath, "Coincidence, my ass . . ."

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Syaoran began to cut his cookie dough into tiny hearts. He planned to give them to Sakura when they were done. Speaking of Sakura . . .

She was standing behind her counter trying to make little flowers on her several layered cake with pink icing. Sakura was standing on her toes and her hand was shaking a bit. She looked so cute in that apron with smudges of cake batter and flour on her face.

The moment was shattered when Eriol came up behind her and took her hand, steadying it. He helped her complete the flowers.

"Thank you," she said.

Eriol smiled. "No problem. I want a piece of that when you're done."

Sakura nodded. "Of course!"

Syaoran turned away from them and his cookies. He placed his hands on the counter, trying to control his jealousy. Sakura hadn't offered him a piece of her cake!

"Syaoran!" hissed Tomoyo. He turned to look at her. Her eyes were wide as she looked down at the counter. He followed her gaze.

There were black scorch marks where his hands had been.

Tomoyo eyed him. "I'd hate to be the person who made you so mad."

Syaoran shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not mad."

She rolled her eyes, looked at the counter, then walked away.

Syaoran sighed. His cookies were due at the end of the class period and he didn't have enough time to put his cookies in the oven. He picked up his tray full of cookies and turned his back to the class. He waved his hands over the cookies and they instantly turned brown.

Syaoran lifted his eyebrows. A handy little trick . . .

He quickly decorated his cookies with icing and sprinkles. He was done by the time the home ec. sensei came by to taste his food.

The sensei picked up one of his treats and bit into it. She chewed a bit and then her face turned red. Then blue. She began to choke.

Syaoran's eyes widened. What the . . .

The teacher kept coughing until the cookie flew out of her mouth and hit Mei-lin right in the forehead. Mei-lin let out a shriek and stumbled backwards.

"WHAT is IN those COOKIES? Is this some sort of joke?" the teacher bellowed.

Syaoran shook his head. "I followed the instructions . . ."

"Taste them yourself. You'll see what I'm talking about."

As the sensei moved away, Syaoran hesitantly picked up one of the hearts and took a small bite. He immediately spat it out.

What the HELL? Salt? How did salt get into my cookies?

Syaoran raised his head. Across the classroom stood Eriol, who was grinning at him and shaking a container of salt.

Syaoran glared at him. He felt his temperature rise. Control, Syaoran, you need control . . .

He took several deep breaths and felt his body return to normal.

Sakura walked over to him. "What's wrong with the cookies?"

Syaoran dumped the cookies into the trash. "A parasite got hold of them."

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"Aww, come on Sakura! Do we have to sit with him?" whined Syaoran as his fiancée dragged him over to the bleachers where Tomoyo and Eriol were sitting.

"Yes, we do. He's our friend."

"FRIENDS don't ruin another friends cookie's, Sakura," he growled. "Those were for you, you know."

Sakura smiled at him. "That's alright. Kero would have just eaten all of them anyway. We can share my cake."

Sakura pushed Syaoran down onto the bleachers and sat next to him.

Tomoyo smiled at them. "Hi! Eriol was just about to tell me why he was here. Weren't you?" she said sweetly.

Eriol shifted. "Uh, well . . . not EXACTLY . . ."

Sakura smiled at him. "Of course you were! You don't get any cake if you don't tell us," she taunted. "And I know how much you LOVE cake!"

Eriol flushed a bit. "Well, I came to see my cute little descendant get married to Sakura! I wouldn't miss that for the world!"

Who said you were invited?

Tomoyo sweat dropped. "THAT'S IT?! I thought there was going to be some action involved so that I could film it!"

Eriol looked confused. "Well, you can tape the wedding. And besides, why would you think that I came here to fight?"

Tomoyo sighed. "You mean you DON'T KNOW? The almighty Eriol, reincarnation of Clow Reed doesn't know what's been going on lately?! Where have you been, Pluto? You're supposed to know this kind of stuff! You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Eriol turned bright red. "Uh . . . well . . . er . . ."

Syaoran smiled. It was fun seeing Eriol squirm.

Tomoyo smacked Eriol on the back of the head.

"Ow!!" he cried, wincing. "What was THAT for?"

"For putting the salt in Syaoran's cookies- how could you? They were for Sakura! And for being totally oblivious to the current situation!"

Eriol frowned. "Well, I WAS somewhere else, for your information! Jeez! Women!"

Tomoyo was instantly interested. "Ohhh! Where were you?"

Sakura giggled. It was nice having Eriol back.

Eriol shook his head. "That's not important. Will someone clue me in on what's going on?"

Syaoran let out a great big sigh. "How many times am I going to have to tell this story? Really, Eriol, you shouldn't be so clueless. Anyway, it started a few weeks ago . . ."

Syaoran told him the story about Alan and then about this great-great- grandmother. "I don't know if any of this ties together, but it's a possibility."

Eriol looked like he was deep in thought. "You know, Yukio doesn't necessarily have to be back. Maybe it's Alan or someone else impersonating him."

Syaoran hadn't thought about that.

"But what about my dream?" wondered Sakura.

Eriol waved his hand. "Alan could easily have gotten the information on what happened with Nyoko and created that dream."

Sakura frowned. But why would he do that? For what reason . . .

"HEY! Hey guys!" Mei-lin was coming over to their group with Akamatsu Sumitomo following her.

They sat down with the group.

"Wolfe-sensei ordered me to show Sumitomo around school," said Mei-lin. "So I thought he could eat lunch with us."

Sakura smiled at the new boy. In class, he hadn't said a word. He just watched and listened to the other students. "Hi. I'm Kinomoto Sakura. This is my fiancé Li Syaoran. This is Daidouji Tomoyo and Hiiragizawa Eriol."

Sumitomo raised one slim eyebrow. He eyed Sakura. "Fiancé? You are too young and far too beautiful to be attached to someone." His voice was very soft.

Sakura flushed. "I . . . thank you."

Syaoran growled. Who does he think he is, coming over here and hitting on MY soon to be wife? I ought to . . .

Eriol placed a hand on his shoulder to restrain him.

Tomoyo had sensed the attraction that Sumitomo had for Sakura the moment he sat down. She turned her camera towards Syaoran. Ohhh, this is GOOD!!

"Well, don't YOU have a way with words, Sumitomo!" said Tomoyo.

The boy slightly flushed.

Syaoran glared at Tomoyo.

"Well, what do you like to do in your spare time?" asked Sakura.

Sumitomo smiled at her. "I like to draw."

Sakura smiled back at him. "Do you have any drawings?"

He pulled out a thick sketchpad. Sakura flipped through them. They were mostly landscapes but there were a few people. He was really good. Sumitomo captured every detail of what he drew.

"Wow! I wish I could draw like that!" cooed Sakura.

Tomoyo leaned over Sakura's shoulder to look at the sketches. "They ARE good! Maybe you could help me design some new clothes for Sakura here. I'm sure you'd enjoy that . . ."

Sumitomo blushed again. "If you really want me to . . ."

If you really want me to, mocked Syaoran. Why did every guy have to try to make moves on Sakura? Sure, she was pretty and nice, kind, energetic . . . but for once he'd like to go somewhere without having other guys drooling all over her!

Syaoran forced back the heat rising in his palms. He wouldn't let his anger control him.

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Mei-lin had rejected Syaoran's offer for a ride home, so it was just Sakura and Syaoran in Syaoran's fancy sports car.

She could sense the tension in his body. The car was hot, despite the air conditioning, which was set on high.

"What's wrong Syaoran?" she asked.

"Nothing," he replied. He stopped at a red light.

Sakura placed her hand on his. "Are you-" She gasped. His hand felt like it was on fire!

Syaoran looked at her. "It's nothing, Sakura. Just when I get angry . . . my hands are like an inferno. I'm working on it, though."

Sakura frowned. "Why would you be mad?"

He laughed bitterly. "I don't like it when other guys flirt with you like Sumitomo did. And right in front of me! Your fiancé!"

Sakura smiled. "So you were jealous! Ha. You know I love you, Syaoran. There's no need to be jealous or worry. Sumitomo is just . . . so shy and so I want to be his friend."

Syaoran shook his head. "You're a saint, Sakura. A saint . . ."

Author's Note: Did you like it? Please R+R!