Me again!

Note: Unless stated otherwise, conversations that take place between Eriol, Tomoyo, Spinel, and Nakuru when they are alone will be in English. When they are with native Japanese speakers, it will be in Japanese unless, again, it is stated otherwise.

Disclaimer: I don't own Cardcaptors/Card Captor Sakura

An interesting argument was happening in a certain mansion belonging to a certain reincarnation of a certain sorcerer. The argument in question was indirectly connected to the events of earlier that day. The topic wasn't, as many may assume, about magic, tactics, or any relevant events pertaining too the questionable activities that went on in their otherwise normal town.

No, this was about something so horrible to Tomoyo that she could barely comprehend it. In fact, she wasn't sure whose head to rip off first. Nakuru's, for suggesting the idea, or Eriol's, for following through with it. This wasn't a normal everyday concept; this was far scarier. What can be so horrible, you ask? Tomoyo was finally finding meaning to the phrase, 'What you give is what you get.' In other words, costumes.

"No! Absolutely not!" Tomoyo, well she didn't yell, Tomoyo never yelled, but she could speak forcefully.

"But Tomoyo." Nakuru whined. "It'll be fun and you'll look so cute."

"No!" Tomoyo turned to Eriol. "Convince her that this is a bad idea."

"I really can't when I agree with her." Eriol smiled innocently, "Besides, you have no one to blame but yourself.

That was true. After being officially informed about her friends' activities, Tomoyo had set about making battle clothes for Sakura. It was somewhat as a thank you for being her friend and as a way to get into her trust more. Tomoyo didn't like to manipulate, but she would if it was needed. Since she had so little time for herself with her normal life and her not-so-normal life, Tomoyo decided to only give her one outfit.

It was a loose, pink, costume that looked somewhat like what Mei-Ling wore when she was in Tomoeda. It enabled Sakura to be able to move quickly while using her cards. Tomoyo had to admit, it was fun to dress up Sakura.

Unfortunately, the next time Eriol attacked, Nakuru saw that everyone had 'pretty costumes except for Tomoyo' and brought this up with her master. After being informed of this little fact, the reincarnation of Clow Reed had to agree with his creation. Though whether it was because of professional pride, as Eriol insisted, or just another way to get a reaction out of her, Tomoyo didn't know.

"I didn't make those clothes with the intention that I would be wearing anything."

"So you will be going out nude then. An interesting choice, not that I don't approve, but it doesn't seem to be quite your style."

Tomoyo closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her partner was trying to bait her. Opening her eyes, she took stock of her surroundings. She was in the dining room where she had been having tea. In front of her was Eriol and, conveniently blocking the only exit, Nakuru stood by the door. Spinel was conspicuously absent.

Seeing that she wasn't going to answer, Eriol smiled and continued. "It would be an affront to my reputation as an omnipotent sorcerer if my partner wasn't dressed for the part."

"You only care about your reputation when it helps you."

This conversation was getting no where. Eriol spread his arms and decided to take a more rational approach. "Of course, there might be a time when you are spotted with me, and not having a disguise would make it a bit difficult to explain to my cute descendent."

Tomoyo froze. She hadn't thought about that. She didn't believe that she would get caught with Eriol, but it was always possible. Sakura couldn't figure out what she and Eriol were until the right time. In her mind, later was better. She didn't want to see the betrayal on Sakura's face any sooner than she needed to. "Fine, I'll do it, but I get the final say on what I wear."

"I wouldn't expect anything else." Eriol bowed to her as she swept past him and into the hallway. From there they went to the ballroom which had one long mirror on the opposite wall from the piano.

Tomoyo stood in front of it while Nakuru played dress up. The guardian would describe to Eriol what she wanted and he would make it appear on Tomoyo. Unfortunately, Nakuru's tastes tended to run towards lots of lace and bows. The young heiress knew that she meant well, but there was only so much she could take. After tripping over a bow for the fifth time, Tomoyo finally reached her limit. "Eriol." She started with clenched teeth. If the next outfit has even one bow, then I swear that I will scream."

Nakuru whined. "But Tomoyo-"

"No." Tomoyo could be very intimidating when she was angry.

"Perhaps," A voice sounded from the door, "I could be of assistance."

Tomoyo turned around to see Spinel Sun floating in the entranceway. She had no idea how long he had been there, but she wasn't all that surprised to see him. "By all means, anything could be better than…" She gestured to herself, not finding a word that would fit.

The sun guardian floated onto his master's shoulder and whispered into his ear. Lovely, more secrets. Tomoyo was getting a headache. Closing her eyes, she rubbed her temples trying to relieve it. She felt the weight of her clothes change and was again glad that Eriol merely transformed her existing clothes instead of giving her new ones.

Turning around, she opened her eyes, prepared for another horror, and looked in the mirror. Behind her, Eriol whispered, "Yes, I believe that will do quite nicely." Well, at least there weren't any bows. Instead, she was dressed in a dark purple dress with white flowers embroidered on it. To allow for easy movement a slit when up one side to her knee and the sleeves were wide, it had a slight similarity to what Eriol wore.

She smiled softly, it wasn't something she would wear on a normal basis, or any other situation for that matter. ::The things I do for you.:: She sent to Eriol.

::Then you'll wear it?::

::It'll do.::



Syaoran Li looked out the window in disgust. The day was wet and muggy. Halfway on the way to school, the theretofore sunny skies had covered with clouds and started pouring rain. He was sodden and had the distinct impression that he looked like a wet dog. Hiiragazawa had even told him so to his face.

At least he wasn't the only one who was drenched. Almost everyone in the room looked like a walking puddle with a few exceptions. Those exceptions were Tomoyo Daidouji and Eriol Hiiragazawa.

Tomoyo had entered the classroom the picture of perfect calm while wringing out her umbrella. How she knew it was going to rain the forecast said it would be clear skies for the rest of the week, Syaoran didn't know. Eriol had also arrived without a drop on him and, unlike Tomoyo, rubbed it in his face. Also unlike Tomoyo, he hadn't brought an umbrella and cheekily explained that he had stepped between the raindrops.

This was the reason he was eating lunch inside with Sakura. Unfortunately with Sakura came Tomoyo, Yamazaki, Chiharu, Eriol, and practically everyone else in their class. At the moment, Yamazaki was regaling them with his latest lie. "Did you know that in England it can rain so hard that they sometimes have to close down the schools because they are under water?"

"Really?" That, of course, was Sakura.

"It's true, just ask one of them." He gestured to Eriol and Tomoyo, who were sitting at opposite ends of the table. They had turned to listen to Yamazaki when the mention of their origin was heard.

Tomoyo looked at him oddly and said, "Don't be ridiculous."

Chiharu moved to hit Yamazaki when Eriol said, "We have boats."

Syaoran was skeptical, "Boats?"

"Yes, it would be impractical to close the schools and businesses that often." Tomoyo explained. "Instead, we row boats to and from school."

"But…how?" Sakura asked.

"Well, the buildings don't have windows-" Eriol started.

"To prevent the water from entering." Tomoyo finished. "And every house has a harbor on the roof."

"So do the schools. When it rains really hard we get in our personal boat and row to school."

"Of course, school starts later because of the time it takes to get there, but over the years, the system has been perfected."

The rest were staring at them dumbfounded. It had occurred to them that Eriol could be lying, but they doubted Tomoyo would, though they didn't know her that well yet. Still, Chiharu happened to be naturally suspicious due to her long acquaintanceship with Yamazaki and had to ask, "Is that true?"

Tomoyo looked at Eriol over the table, feeling a grin tug on the corners of her lips. She was holding in laughter and finally to chuckle as they both said, "No." Eriol managed to hold out for a few more seconds before he, too, was chuckling. The other classmates reacted normally; with groans, or in Yamazaki's case, hero worship, except for one.

Syaoran was staring at the two suspiciously. There had been something odd about what had just happened. It wasn't that Tomoyo lied. Though Eriol was more likely to do it, he didn't put it past Tomoyo to make something up. No, it was the interaction between the two. They worked well together.

Normally, that wouldn't have raised a flag in Syaoran's mind, but something was odd about it. He thought that there could be clue in one of there previous conversations. Mentally, he went over every conversation they had with each other and realized what was wrong. There was a severe lack of times when they had spoken to each other, this was the first time they talked to each other what it wasn't necessary. With this followed a more startling revelation.

Eriol, who came onto everyone, including Syaoran, never flirted with Tomoyo.