^_^ Arigato, minna-sans, for your wonderful reviews…When some of you asked for a sequel, it was like, "Sequel? What sequel?" But then, my mind started playing games again, so…well, here it is! Thank you for being so supportive and for being an inspiration, and *ahem* get ready for some good, old-fashioned weirdness…are you sure you're insane enough? Lol…
Additional warnings: (Yeah, it's always a good idea to have this, isn't it…heh heh…) Character bashings (ALL of them), massive OOCness, and Meilin decked out in whips and chains. Yes, she's going S&M. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
The Forces of Darkness Unite!
"What do you mean you're married?!" Touya's voice reverberated through the neighborhood like a thunderclap, causing the birds to stop mid-cheep and a guy drinking coffee to spill the hot liquid down his shirt. "Who gave you permission to-"
Sakura scowled back, interrupting with a peevish, "Bakayaroo! Who was the idiot that pushed us to the alter at one o'clock in the morning, ani? And you woke up the Reverend and waved a shotgun around-"
"I did not!"
"You did," Yuki amended cheerfully, popping a piece of syrup drenched toast into his mouth.
Touya glared at his unfazed best friend with smoldering eyes before swinging back to confront his defiant sister. "And how come I don't remember taking you and your boyfriend to St. Justine's Church last night then, huh?"
"Because you were drunk!"
"I was not!"
"You were." Yuki, having finished with his plate turned to the pancakes with a voracious appetite. It seemed a waste really, that the Kimonoto siblings were not going to eat anything this morning, as busy as they were trying to assign the blame on the other. Yuki smiled cheerfully at Touya, seemingly unaware that he was pouring oil over the already flaring flames.
Touya ignored him for the moment as he continued to yell, "And besides that, why the hell were you doing rolling in the grass with Li Syaoran in the park anyway!?"
"We were not making out and you jumped to a conclusion that was utterly stupid!" Sakura slammed her fist into the table in frustration, making the porcelain dance precariously on the edge of the mahogany wood table. Her blazing olive-green eyes clashed threateningly with Touya's furious chocolate brown ones as she added, "You misconstrued the incident entirely!"
"I did not!"
"No, you probably didn't." Yuki innocently popped another piece of toast in his mouth as two hot-tempered siblings swung equally frustrated gazes at him.
"Whose side are you on, anyway?" Sakura asked, a trifle petulantly, as she crossed her arms over her chest, but Yuki merely shrugged and turned back to breakfast, devouring everything with cheerful impartiality. He acts like Kero sometimes, Sakura thought with a sigh, Stomach first, talk later. And that reminds me…Kero's gonna be wanting something to eat soon…
Abruptly, Sakura stood up, spearing a few of the remaining pancakes and pouring them liberally with maple syrup and dusting it with powdered sugar. Is this enough? I think there's some leftover Jello that Kero might want…She rummaged around in the refrigerator, but as she grabbed a container of gelatin, she accidentally tipped over a half-opened jar of pickles, splattered the sour juice all over the sweet confection. Aie, kuso! Oh well, sorry Kero.
Turning around with the food in her hands, she added, "I'm not talking to you anymore, Touya. First, you marry me to 'oh-look-at-me' Li, then you find him in my room this morning and grabbed Dad's pickaxe and chased him out of the house, and now you're blaming everything on me!" Stomping her foot once, Sakura hissed, "I can't believe you actually went after him with a pickaxe!" Beside, you ruined a perfectly nice moment, you dork! "You suck as a brother!"
"I do not!"
"Actually…" Yuki began, but before he could finish the sentence, Touya and Sakura chorused in a sharp, "No!"
Yuki laughed, not at all daunted as he remarked, "That's the first thing you've agreed on this whole morning. I'm so glad you two are finally reconciling with each other."
Sakura sighed, wishing she could free her hands to massage her temples. Migraine, migraine, migraine…don't set the Fight Card on Yuki…no, that would not be nice…"I'm going upstairs now. I need to lie down."
"You have school, Brat." Touya reminded, finally sitting down to his now cold breakfast. A congealed layer of fat had long since coated the sausages and he poked moodily at them with his knife, watching the oil dribble off in tiny rivulets. Making a face, he put the eating utensil down, pushing the plate at a still-eating Yuki. "And why the hell are you eating Jello this early in the morning? And what's that sour smell? Is it pickles?"
"I feel like it, and it's none of your business anyway." Sakura shot back, "And I'm not going to school today…I don't feel well." With no further explanation, she quit the room, balancing the platter of pancakes in one hand and carrying a cup of gelatin in the other. Unfortunately, her abrupt departure left her unaware of how Touya's face drained completely of color or she might have tried something to change her brother's misconceptions. But since she wasn't...
Yuki noticed Touya's sudden stillness, and asked, around a mouthful of cold sausages, "What's wrong?"
"I am going to kill Syaoran!" Touya announced ominously, "Don't you know the symptoms?"
"Huh?"
"Not feeling well, and eating weird things at weird times…" Touya stood straight up, holding a condemning finger in the air. "Sakura is pregnant, and it's all his fault!! "
Yuki blinked in mild amazement before commenting, "You know, Touya…they only got married yesterday. There's no possible way that Sakura could be showing this early."
"I am not listening to you!"
***
"You what?!" Syaoran shifted uncomfortably as Meilin's sharp eyes threw glass daggers at him, "What do you mean by 'I got married'?!" The slender Chinese girl had her hands propped on her hips, eyebrow cocked at a dangerous angle. Although her voice was still somewhat even…or even enough so that only the people in a five hundred-foot radius could hear her as opposed to people all the way in Hong Kong…it was tense with incredulity and the beginnings of mad fury.
He sighed mentally and reviewed the age old adage that had always served as the loose framework for his relationship with Meilin: When you deal with a girl that is hormonally imbalanced and completely obsessed with you…either run away (thus, his flight to Japan) or try to talk it out and hope she doesn't begin trying out her pressure point techniques on you. Since he had run out of places to hide, he tried the latter.
Big mistake.
"Err…Meilin, calm down." Syaoran mumbled cautiously then dragged his fingers through his unruly mane of mahogany-brown tresses. I can't tell her that Sakura and I actually wanted to get married and we tricked her brother into doing the honors…can I? Oh boy…Luckily, or unluckily for him, Meilin immediately jumped to her own conclusions.
"I knew it! It's that girl isn't it? Sakura used some of her magic and tricked you into it, didn't she?"
"Not exactly…wait a minute…No! Meilin, it wasn't like that!"
Charging ahead with her customary bullheadedness, Meilin ignored Syaoran's belated attempt to change the direction of her thinking. After all, her 'poor Syaoran' was probably delusional or something…all a part of the spell that Sakura had put on him, the witch. "Well don't worry, Syaoran. I'm here now!" Meilin's smile grew predatory as she leapt to her feet, brushing off the dust that had settled on her clinging stockings. "We'll make her pay for even thinking about tricking you like that! And we'll get her to cry 'annulment' so fast that none of this will ever hit the public!"
"But-" Syaoran began, but Meilin was already outlining her own battle plans, all of which contained sharp pointy objects, Attack Cards, or fast moving projectiles hurling at Sakura. Syaoran slumped against the wall and wondered despondently how he had agreed to Sakura's crazy plan. It wasn't working out at all!
*~Flashback~*
"Come on, Syaoran, we're nineteen! We can't let other people dictate our lives! I mean, if we don't take initiative, Meilin's going to have you beneath the conjugal bed sheets and my brother's going to send me off to a cloister to keep me 'safe'! Do you want that to happen?"
Syaoran tried to avoid looking into Sakura's pleading peridot-green eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. "Don't exaggerate, Sakura! Meilin wouldn't-" He swallowed hard. Actually, Meilin would. Meilin who, in first grade, had decided that Syaoran was the paradigm of manliness and the only one for her, had latched on to him like a leech. Meilin who had, upon seeing Sakura talk to him that first time, threatened Sakura with death and destruction if she didn't get away from 'her man'. Meilin who had-
"You see?" Sakura demanded, "You know I'm right…do you really want to get married to Meilin??"
"Not really…but…we have sorta an engagement thing that our parents made when we were kids…"
Sakura looked at Syaoran in disgust before she replied, "He-llo, Syaoran! How long have you known Meilin, as in since you were a baby? It would be like marrying your sister! Or don't tell me that you can actually imagine her after the wedding in the honeymoon suite-"
"Don't talk like that!" Syaoran suppressed a shudder. "But still, my parents-"
"And I bet," Sakura continued ruthlessly, "That Meilin can't kiss like this!" Marching up to him, Sakura tilted his face downwards and…whoa. End of discussion right there.
Syaoran mumbled a slight curse under his breath as he abruptly got up. "I have to go make a phone call."
Meilin smiled adoringly at him. Whatever Syaoran wanted, he got. Clearly Syaoran could do know wrong! "Sure! Then afterwards, I can make lunch and we can discuss ways to get the witch out of your hair, okay? Meet me at my house later. I'll be expecting you, so I'll cook something extra special!" Syaoran rolled his eyes heavenward, beseeching heavenly guidance. But the Big Man upstairs seemed to be on his vacation and not taking collect calls, or maybe he was too convulsed in hilarity over this emerging soap opera. In any case, no divine miracle appeared to deliver him from this evil, so he could do nothing but nod helplessly in agreement.
Instantly, he was rewarded with a sweet smile that replaced the draconic bloodlust that had been previously stamped on Meilin's face. With a happy cheer, she bounced up and giving him a bone-crunching hug, disappeared in the general direction of her house.
"Oh boy…" he muttered when she was out of earshot, "I have to call Sakura…"
As he walked off, Meilin's eyes followed him down the road before, with a determined smile, she continued on her own way…with a slight change of direction. "Syaoran's too nice to brush off Sakura, so he needs me to protect him." She said firmly to herself, "I'll break Sakura's stupid spell myself, and then Syaoran's coming home to Hong Kong with me for the real wedding..."
***
Ring! Ring! The urgent squeal of the telephone cut through Sakura's skull like a siren. At first, she ignored it; it was probably for her brother anyway. But when no one picked up, the incessant ringing got on her nerves, and sighing in exasperation, Sakura rolled over on her stomach as she reached for the phone without any real interest, "Mochi mochi?"
"Sakura! It's not working!"
Sakura immediately perked up at the sound of Syaoran's voice, "Syaoran? Where are you? Oh my God, I am so sorry about this morning…I swear my brother's got some mental problems or something! And-"
"No, no, wait up! Sakura, listen to me, it's not working!" Even over the sizzling static of the phone, Sakura could hear the frustration that was threaded through Syaoran's voice. "Remember we thought Meilin would give up? Well, now she thinks you put some magic spell over me and made me your love slave!"
"Hmmm…I wonder if there is a spell like that…." Sakura mused thoughtfully, "I'll have to ask Kero when he's awake…"
"Sakura!!"
"Wha-? Oh, sorry!" Thankful that she was talking to him over the phone where he couldn't see her blush, Sakura continued quickly, "What do you think we should do then? I mean, Meilin was supposed to give up-"
"She didn't! And now she's thinking of a hundred and one different ways to make you her personal shish kabob! She's becoming obsessive and violent-well, she was always obsessive and violent, but still! This time is different! She actually drew up battle plans in the sandbox at the park!! "
"What?!" Sakura bolted upright, fingers winding nervously around the telephone cord, "That's terrible! Syaoran, why didn't you say anything??"
"She didn't give me a chance, with all that ranting and raving! Sakura, I tried, I really did!"
"Yeah, well next time, try harder!" Sakura swallowed nervously as she imagined Meilin in one of her witch-hunting, S&M costumes and almost let out a whimper. "Oh geez, she probably bringing along that whip and chains deal and the exorcism kit again…like last Halloween. Remember last Halloween? How can anyone forget last Halloween??"
*~Flashback~*
"You look pretty chic in that outfit, Sakura." Tomoyo stood back, gauging the fall of the wispy material with a critical eye. "Hmmm, chiffon, reminiscent of the twenties where it was all the rage, with a wing and card motif to celebrate your accomplishments as a CardCaptor. A pretty good design if I do say so myself." Tomoyo smiled impishly as Sakura flushed, tugging at the dark sapphire hem of her dress.
"Are you sure I look okay, Tomoyo?" Sakura asked self-consciously, brushing back the feathers of her masquerade mask, and Tomoyo gave her an injured look.
"Of course you do. I designed the dress myself, after all." Then Tomoyo leaned forward slightly to whisper, "I also put in a heart motif…you know, Queen of Hearts? Maybe that'll give you a better chance to get at Syaoran this year, hmmm?"
"Wha-?" Sakura's face pinkened, "Oh, well, I can always hope-"
"Don't even think about it, sister!" The two friends spun around to meet the threat…only to have their jaw drop in a combination of complete horror and stunned fascination.
"Oh…oh my God…"
Meilin grinned evilly as she stood in the doorway, clothed in a tight leather bunny outfit (or it would have been a bunny outfit if it had more cloth covering certain…*ahem* places…). As she tossed her head, Sakura and Tomoyo could see the glittering chains that hung with careless grace around her wrists and neck…and no one could miss the cat-o-nine tails she held firmly in her hands. (In case you don't know, a cat-o-nine tails is a big, bad whip that can cause major ouchies…) "l told you in fourth grade to back off from Syaoran, Sakura, and my advice hasn't changed! And now, you're gonna pay the price! Get ready for Meilin's Super-Deluxe Sin Purification Act!"
"Oh my GOD!!"
"HOHOHOHOHOHO…Lick my boots! Call me Master!"
Sakura widened her eyes in horror, then began shrieking.
"I still have scars from that!" Sakura wailed, on the verge of tears. "I can't take it again, I really can't!"
"Stop blubbering, Sakura!" Syaoran ordered, "We have to think of a plan! Now is not the time for hysterics!"
"Bu-but, I'm afraid an-and she's scary and…" Sakura started shivering, barely controlling the urge to burrow under the covers of her pink, woolen bed sheets with the bunny prints stamped over it. "I'm even more afraid of her than I am when I see a ghost, Syaroan! I mean it, she's psychotic!" A sudden knock on the door made her freeze and dive frantically for her pillow, heaping the fluffy mass on the phone and sitting on it to muffle Syaoran's exasperated response. "Er….wait a moment! I'll be right with you!"
"Sakura, are you all right?" Touya's voice, strangely hollow through the oaken door, made her panic.
"Yeah, I'm fine!" Shut up Syaoran! Sakura thought fiercely, even though she smiled brightly when her brother came in, bearing a tray.
"Hey brat, brought you something to eat." Touya looked around the room with narrowed chocolate brown eyes before setting the food down with a metallic clatter on Sakura's dresser. "Who were you talking to?"
"Me?" Sakura pointed at herself, then laughed nervously, "No one, no one at all. Me? Why would I be talking to anyone?"
"Uh…yeah." Touya regarded his little sister suspiciously, then decided to chalk it up as the hormonal imbalances of a woman during pregnancy. Damn, it's already started! Touya fumed silently to himself. The mood swings…next thing I know, she'll be hurling things at me and bursting into tears. Why me?? "Anyway, I thought you might be hungry, so I brought something up."
"Okay, okay, thank you very much, dear brother!" Jumping off the bed, Sakura hastily bowed and all but pushed her intruding sibling towards the exit with unnatural force. "Mmmm, smells delicious. Okay, I'll eat it right away! Bye!" Then the door was slammed in his face, rattling the panes of fragile glass in their frames.
"Huh?" Touya asked blankly, then eased the door open, "What the hell was all that about?"
"You're being annoying Touya! Just leave me alone!" Suddenly, a cushion was hurled his way, followed by a pad of stationary paper and set of pens.
Ducking out again, Touya slammed the door and leaned against it with a withering stare at the hapless plastic roses that were sitting on the hall table. "Girls and their mood swings. And I have to live with her for all nine months of it!!" Touya sighed and crossed his arms before standing straight, and walking towards the front door. "Well, I bet she's gonna be eating a lot more weird stuff…so I might as well go to the store and start buying some food before she starts screaming."
***
When she had made sure her brother had walked away from the door, Sakura dug through the pile of pillows to hear Syaoran's frantic shouts blasting from the speakers, "Damnit Sakura, we don't have time, damnit! Say something! If you fainted, I'll use the Lightning Card on you again, I swear-"
"Okay, I'm back! Sorry, but my brother came in." Sakura apologized with a guilty smile. "Umm…we need to talk, so listen. This house isn't a safe place to talk. My brother's already tried to-"
"Kill me?" Syaoran supplied darkly, "With a pick axe?'
"Um…yeah. Sorry about that…" Could her cheeks get any hotter? "Anyway, meet me by the King Penguin after lun-" Sakura glanced towards her meal, then stopped, nose wrinkling in disgust. Runny eggs with syrup were heaped on the plate with a side of anchovies and sour cream swirled on the top with artistic flourish. Instead of the cup of maple leaf tea that she preferred, there was only a glass of tepid water with a note under it that said No caffeine until it's over.
Sakura stared at the note, then at the food. What the hell? Did Touya forget how to cook or is this some kind of joke?! No caffeine until what is over?
"Sakura?" Syaoran's impatient voice brought her back to the present and she shook her head, pushing the platter of "edibles" away from her, feeling slightly nauseous.
"Uh, yeah. You know what, let's discuss this over lunch, at Tsunabi's restaurant, okay? Suddenly, eating at home doesn't sound very appealing."
***
Touya stared down aisles and aisles of canned foods, preserved foods, frozen foods, dried foods, fresh foods…and knew he was completely lost. Exactly what did you buy a hormonally imbalanced female anyway? He tried to think back on what his mother had eaten, but he had been so little, that the pondering drew up a complete blank. He sighed, then spotted a pregnant woman making her slow progress to the cashier.
"Um," Half-running, Touya caught up to her and asked, almost desperately, "Excuse me ma'am. What does a woman like to eat when she's pregnant?" The woman instinctively moved back a few steps from the Touya's frantic endeavor, eyes widening perceptibly.
"Wha-?"
"No, please. What do women eat when they're pregnant?" Then she did something that he did not expect at all…which was something that he should have expected since she was with child after all. She broke down and started crying.
"Why, young man…why do you have to make fun of me? Isn't it enough that I'm fat and I can't fit into any of my clothes anymore and that I'm going to be expecting soon? Why do you have to make fun of me? What did I ever do to you??" She sniffled, rummaging around in her purse for a handkerchief, and upon not finding one, seemed to think the end of the world had come. "Is it right for me to bring my child into such a cruel, cruel world where strangers come up and assault poor, hapless women? Is it, young man? Is it?"
Oh boy…"No, no, that's not what I meant!" Touya amended hastily, but in another mercurial change, the woman stood up abruptly, eyes blazing with self-righteous fury, her purse suddenly turning into a smacking weapon.
"Well, I won't stand for it! (whack) You are a rude, (whack) nasty (whack) person and…oh my, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you??" She abruptly stopped hitting him with the flat side of her purse when she saw Touya's eyes were spinning at an alarming rate, pupils dilated in a daze. "Oh I'm sorry!" And she broke into tears again.
It was then that Touya decided to quickly assure her that he was fine and make his getaway towards aisle three at a mad dash. Onnas…
After wandering hopelessly around for another half-hour (hey, he usually wasn't the one stuck with the shopping!) he finally gathered the courage to ask another person for help, tapping tentatively at a salesperson's shoulder.
"Uh excuse me," The clerk turned and smiled sunnily as Touya shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, an expression of decided unease on his face. "Yeah, I was wondering if you could help me with something?"
"Sure." The woman said brightly, then wiped her hands on a towel, brushing her hair back absently. "So, how can I help you?"
"Yeah…" Touya took a deep breath before words rushed out of his mouth in a quick, "Canyoutellmewhatyouwouldbuytoeatforapregnantwoman?"
She froze, eyes going wide in amazement and then vicarious delight as she bowed and clapped her hands once, "Oh sir! How wonderful for you! What a joyous occasion!"
"No, no really, I mean-"
"Oh, let me tell you, a child always serves to cement the family together…such a bundle of joy to brighten up the home life. Why, when my Sejiro was born, my husband was completely changed! I remember once, when-"
Touya slumped against a shelf of pre-fried beans, head buried in his hands. Why me God? Is this 'drive-Touya-crazy' day? Is this some kind of divine test or something? Is it that EVERY SINGLE WOMAN TO WALK TOKYO MUST BE PREGNANT OR HAS BEEN PREGNANT AND WANTS TO TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT OR MURDER ME FOR IT???
"And you should have seen my husband's face when Sejiro started walking…"
***
Syaoran bundled his coat more tightly around himself, glancing furtively above his dark shades for any sight of Sakura. She should have been here by now.
"Excuse me sir!"
"What?!" Syaoran almost jumped out of his seat as he whirled instinctively to face the incoming threat…only to collide into the surprised waiter. Miso soup and sashimi flew wildly into the air, landing with a splash and clatter on the tile floor. That is, the food that reached the floor fell. The rest ended up as ornaments for Syaoran's clothes, bits of rice and tofu making stark streaks of white on his dark coat. "Oh gross…."
"Uh...sorry sir! I was only bringing you your food." The poor waiter stammered, whipping out a towel. "Here, here let me help…"
"What the heck?!" A female voice made them both look up and Syaoran scowled as Tomoyo and Sakura slipped into the seat adjacent of him. "What happened to you, Syaoran?"
Instead of replying, he glared at them and hissed, "You're late."
"Hmmm…" Tomoyo gazed thoughtfully at him, then brought up her camcorder and smiled as he turned red and started sputtering furiously. "Obviously not late enough to catch this footage. What a total lack in fashion sense; the gray-"
"Okay, now is not the time to start bickering." Sakura whispered, yanking Syaoran back into his seat. "Look. My brother's after you, and Meilin's after me. That means that we either one, need to try to talk them both out of killing us. Or two, get away from Tokyo until both of their tempers cool down a little so they won't hurt us when they find us, got it? Now, I don't know about Meilin, but my brother is somewhat reasonable-"
"HOHOHOHO!"
The trio stiffened immediately, and Tomoyo swung her camera around to catch Meilin's new outfit as Sakura scrunched even lower in her seat.
"Oh no…"
"Now that is very chic…"
"So, Sakura. You didn't listen to my advice again, did you." Lips quirked upwards in a crimson slash as Meilin added meditatively, "Oh well, I think it's time for me to give you another lesson…"
"Meilin," Syaoran got to his feet, trying to look stern an in command of himself, even though that was hard to do with a whip-cracking S&M queen smiling dangerously at them, "How many times have I told you-"
"Don't worry Syaoran!" A mascaraed eye winked before she added, "Wait your turn! Isn't it wonderful? We can get married after I break the spell that this silly witch put on you with my Super-Deluxe-Sin-Purification Act-"
That was enough. The mere mention of that caused Sakura to grab Syaoran and Tomoyo, and almost bodily picking them both up. Before a surprised, 'Nani?!' could be uttered by her chosen victims, she madly dashed through the Emergency Exit as if demons from Hell were on her tail. Of course, Meilin could be classified as that…or perhaps she could be better known as Satan's Consort, for all the devilish sadism she could be induced to show…
"Hey!" Surprised and more than a little furious (or deranged) Meilin gave chase, the heels of her leather boots clanking heavily against the cement. "Who let you leave?? You come back here with my Syaoran, Sakura!!"
Sakura laughed nervously, and pumped her legs harder as a surge of fear-induced adrenaline rushed through her veins. "She has got to be kidding, right?"
"Sakura, put me down!" Syaoran demanded, but of course, his athletic and panicked wife refused to do any such thing.
"She's gaining on us." Tomoyo observed calmly. She held up her camcorder and zoomed into Meilin's determined face, adding thoughtfully, "I don't think she's very happy, Sakura."
"No kidding." Sakura shook her head in disbelief over the understatement, "Syaoran, I'm scared!"
"Just let me talk to her; she'll listen to me!"
"HOHOHOHO!! The chase is on! How exciting! You won't get away from me, Sakura!!" The tail of the whip stung close to Sakura's cheek, making her shriek and shoot into a parking lot…and slamming straight into Touya and his bag full of groceries. Sakura collapsed on the ground with an 'oomph', then looked around frantically as food rained from the heavans.
"Where is she, where is she??"
"Right here, Sakura! Lick my boots! Call me Master!"
"NO!!! Syaoran, help me!"
Unfortunately for both of them, Syaoran had his own problems as he encountered a snarling gorgon of a more-than-usually-pissed-off Touya. "You!"
"Wha-???"
"You got my imouto pregnant!"
"What??" Sakura froze midblock as she attempted to shield herself from Meilin's wrath with a fallen package of flimsy seaweed. (It wasn't doing much good anyway, but still…)
"What?" Tomoyo almost dropped her camera.
"What?!" Syaoran's eyes widened as his mouth slid open with a 'thunk'.
"What???" That was Meilin, whose eyes narrowed into dangerous feline slits. "How dare you, Sakura??"
"I didn't!!" As Meilin raised her whip again, Sakura darted forward and grabbed her brother's dangling car keys. Draggin Syaoran and Tomoyo to their feet, she quickly located Touyo's beat up Toyota and tossed her friend and husband into the backseat like a bunch of baggage. "Sorry Touya, I'll return the car to you later!"
"But that's my-" Touya's protest was drowned out by the roaring of the engine and the squealing of car tires as Sakura barely avoided colliding with a blue Honda and sent the car shooting out of the parking lot. Touya stared with forlorn bitterness after the thin trail of exhaust before turning narrowed amber eyes on Meilin. "What were you trying to do to my little sister?"
"What were you trying to do to Syaoaran?" Meilin shot back, flexing her whip ominously. "If you were trying to hurt him…"
"He got married to my sister, so I'm allowed to get angry at the little stinker!" Touya replied coldly, "But if you hurt my sister…"
Meilin was unimpressed as she glared at him with narrowed cerulean eyes. Then unexpectedly, she smiled and straightened up, coiling up her cat-o'-nine-tails again. "It seems like we're after the same goal, Kimonoto-san. I want Sakura out of the picture so Syaoran can marry me. You don't think Syaoran is good enough for Sakura, am I right?"
"Yeah…" Touya admitted cautiously. He eyed the nineteen-year-old girl with the ridiculous set of chains and leather with trepidation before asking carefully, "And what are you getting at."
"Hmph." Meilin smiled, tipping her head to one side before she continued, "It's very simple. If I get Syaoran, he'll be going back to Hong Kong with me, and you can protect your little sister for a while longer and find someone better to marry her to. And if we team up, we'll have a better chance of succeeding at our goal, right?"
Touya scowled thoughtfully before warning, "You can't hurt Sakura, though, or all bets are off."
"Of course not!" Meilin widened her eyes innocently. Yeah, right. As soon as I get you, Sakura, you're going to wish you'd never laid eyes on my Syaoran. "And you can't hurt Syaoran at all."
"Right." Touya nodded. I won't hurt him…I'll just throw him into a pit of lions and they can hurt him for me. "So. Is it a deal then?"
tbc…
^_^ I love coffee, don't you? Sorry, no omake this time…my dear friend, the Drunken Bastard, can't think of one to write about…*sigh* oh well. Hope you enjoyed it anyway! Please review, minna!
