Author's Notes: EEEeeeeee!!! The exams are finally finally finally over!!!
And you should be honoured that on the exact day of my last two papers, I
came straight home and wrote this chapter. Now… reviews please!
Match-maked
By like a falling star
Tomoyo picked up her cellphone and dialed a familiar number.
"Hello?" Said a rich, deep voice.
Tomoyo's breath caught in her throat. "Hey, it's me-- I just sent them off on their date. It was so KAWAII!" she squealed. "He was going all red and she was going all red and they MATCHED!!"
Eriol chuckled. "I can't wait to hear about it." He said. "So-- meet you in ten minutes outside Chez Lucaz?"
Tomoyo grinned. "Make that five."
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"… and so then daddy said that if Touya wanted to date some girl, he would have to bring her home for my inspection." Sakura was telling Syaoran a story.
Syaoran laughed. "I bet Touya freaked out and let you have your way."
Sakura's eyes twinkled, and Syaoran sighed. "Nope. He still insists on checking out every single guy that I speak to. Talk about being overprotective!"
Syaoran laughed again. He was having a great time with Sakura. He had no problems talking to her at all, despite the fact that he kept blushing. "No way! You mean he really lets you inspect the girls he dates!?!"
Sakura nodded, beaming. "It's the price he has to pay for overprotectiveness… " She leaned towards Syaoran conspirationally. "Have you met Eriol's sister?"
Syaoran wrinkled his nose, thinking. Somehow when she said 'Eriol's sister', he had the image of a loud, sqwaking-- oh, her. "It's Nakuru, isn't it?"
Sakura's chin was propped up on an elbow. "Any idea who my probable future sister-in-law is?"
Syaoran chewed on a meatball thoughtfully. "You mean Touya's girlfriend--" His mouth dropped open in shock as he realised who it was. "Not--?"
Sakura nodded, holding in her laughter. "It's Nakuru." She confirmed.
Syaoran stared at her. "No way!"
Sakura continued smiling. "Oh, I'm not joking. Imagine living with her for the rest of your life."
Syaoran shuddered. "I'd rather not think about it."
Sakura laughed. "She's not so bad, actually."
Syaoran snorted. "Well-- YEAH. If you like living with a bagpipe. At least, that's what Eriol tells me."
Sakura playfully swatted him on the arm. "That's so mean! Nakuru's very fun to be around! She's just a little…." Sakura struggled to find the right word.
"Loud? Hyperactive?" Syaoran guessed.
Sakura nodded in complete agreement. "Yeah. Very loud. And she has tons of energy." Oh my gosh, I can't believe it! Life is perfect… I'm having fun! And I'm on a date with Syaoran!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It's not a date, it's not a date, it's not a date. Tomoyo thought as she walked towards Chaz Lucaz. It's just a meeting. To spy on our kawaii friends. To tape them. Not a date. The date was supposed to be next Saturday. Not today.
She spotted Eriol sitting underneath a big, shady umbrella at one of the outdoor tables. "Hey, Eriol."
He smiled and stood up to greet her. [A.N. : such a gentleman, isn't he? Aww.]
"Where's the disguise?" she asked.
Eriol pointed at the paper bag onto the table and smiled sheepishly. "I didn't know whether to get a blonde wig or a red-head wig. So I got both. And a hat."
Tomoyo peered into the bag, and pulled out a blonde wig. She stared at it for awhile and blinked. She turned to look at Eriol. They burst out laughing. Tomoyo stuffed it back into the bag.
"Too Goldilocks," she said. "Whatever possessed you to buy that?"
"I was at the costume shop," Eriol confessed.
Tomoyo took out the other wig. It was a curly red wig with corkscrew curls. A perfect disguise but understated enough. She pinned her hair up in a bun and plopped the wig onto her head. Then she positioned a beret jauntily at a angle on her hair, and put on a pair of cat's-eyes-shaped sunglasses.
"How do I look?" She turned to Eriol, striking a sophisticated pose. She flipped her "hair" over her shoulder and gave him a smouldering look, holding out a slim, perfectly-manicured hand.
Eriol laughed and kissed her outstretched hand. "Tres chic, madamoiselle. Tres chic."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They were waiting for their desserts, and Syaoran was thinking of a way to confess his feelings to Sakura.
~You know, Sakura, I've liked you for a long time now.~ Syaoran winced.
~Sakura, I dream about you day and night. I can't live without you.~ Talk about sappy.
~Sakura, if I promise to love you forever, will you be mine?~ Even worse.
~Sakura, I was once a cold, hard-hearted person. Knowing you has made me a much better person. You light up my day just by being there, and your smile can warm the warmest sunshine… I love you.~ Hmm. It was mushy, but it was sincere, and it conveyed the messege. It just might work. Syaoran smiled. Bingo.
"Sakura?"
Sakura looked up, a bright smile on her face. "Yeah?"
"I… I.. um…" Gazing into her eyes, Syaoran was lost in their sheer pale green colour, almost a transclucent jade. He licked his lips nervously and thought about what he was supposed to say.
Sakura looked confused, and leaned forward to listen.
"I-- I was-- um-" Syaoran couldn't remember what to say at the last moment.
"What is it?" Sakura prompted, smiling sweetly.
Syaoran gulped. "I-- I- uh--" he took a deep breath. "I need to go to the washroom." He stood up abruptly. "Excuse me for a second."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Match-maked
By like a falling star
Tomoyo picked up her cellphone and dialed a familiar number.
"Hello?" Said a rich, deep voice.
Tomoyo's breath caught in her throat. "Hey, it's me-- I just sent them off on their date. It was so KAWAII!" she squealed. "He was going all red and she was going all red and they MATCHED!!"
Eriol chuckled. "I can't wait to hear about it." He said. "So-- meet you in ten minutes outside Chez Lucaz?"
Tomoyo grinned. "Make that five."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"… and so then daddy said that if Touya wanted to date some girl, he would have to bring her home for my inspection." Sakura was telling Syaoran a story.
Syaoran laughed. "I bet Touya freaked out and let you have your way."
Sakura's eyes twinkled, and Syaoran sighed. "Nope. He still insists on checking out every single guy that I speak to. Talk about being overprotective!"
Syaoran laughed again. He was having a great time with Sakura. He had no problems talking to her at all, despite the fact that he kept blushing. "No way! You mean he really lets you inspect the girls he dates!?!"
Sakura nodded, beaming. "It's the price he has to pay for overprotectiveness… " She leaned towards Syaoran conspirationally. "Have you met Eriol's sister?"
Syaoran wrinkled his nose, thinking. Somehow when she said 'Eriol's sister', he had the image of a loud, sqwaking-- oh, her. "It's Nakuru, isn't it?"
Sakura's chin was propped up on an elbow. "Any idea who my probable future sister-in-law is?"
Syaoran chewed on a meatball thoughtfully. "You mean Touya's girlfriend--" His mouth dropped open in shock as he realised who it was. "Not--?"
Sakura nodded, holding in her laughter. "It's Nakuru." She confirmed.
Syaoran stared at her. "No way!"
Sakura continued smiling. "Oh, I'm not joking. Imagine living with her for the rest of your life."
Syaoran shuddered. "I'd rather not think about it."
Sakura laughed. "She's not so bad, actually."
Syaoran snorted. "Well-- YEAH. If you like living with a bagpipe. At least, that's what Eriol tells me."
Sakura playfully swatted him on the arm. "That's so mean! Nakuru's very fun to be around! She's just a little…." Sakura struggled to find the right word.
"Loud? Hyperactive?" Syaoran guessed.
Sakura nodded in complete agreement. "Yeah. Very loud. And she has tons of energy." Oh my gosh, I can't believe it! Life is perfect… I'm having fun! And I'm on a date with Syaoran!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It's not a date, it's not a date, it's not a date. Tomoyo thought as she walked towards Chaz Lucaz. It's just a meeting. To spy on our kawaii friends. To tape them. Not a date. The date was supposed to be next Saturday. Not today.
She spotted Eriol sitting underneath a big, shady umbrella at one of the outdoor tables. "Hey, Eriol."
He smiled and stood up to greet her. [A.N. : such a gentleman, isn't he? Aww.]
"Where's the disguise?" she asked.
Eriol pointed at the paper bag onto the table and smiled sheepishly. "I didn't know whether to get a blonde wig or a red-head wig. So I got both. And a hat."
Tomoyo peered into the bag, and pulled out a blonde wig. She stared at it for awhile and blinked. She turned to look at Eriol. They burst out laughing. Tomoyo stuffed it back into the bag.
"Too Goldilocks," she said. "Whatever possessed you to buy that?"
"I was at the costume shop," Eriol confessed.
Tomoyo took out the other wig. It was a curly red wig with corkscrew curls. A perfect disguise but understated enough. She pinned her hair up in a bun and plopped the wig onto her head. Then she positioned a beret jauntily at a angle on her hair, and put on a pair of cat's-eyes-shaped sunglasses.
"How do I look?" She turned to Eriol, striking a sophisticated pose. She flipped her "hair" over her shoulder and gave him a smouldering look, holding out a slim, perfectly-manicured hand.
Eriol laughed and kissed her outstretched hand. "Tres chic, madamoiselle. Tres chic."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They were waiting for their desserts, and Syaoran was thinking of a way to confess his feelings to Sakura.
~You know, Sakura, I've liked you for a long time now.~ Syaoran winced.
~Sakura, I dream about you day and night. I can't live without you.~ Talk about sappy.
~Sakura, if I promise to love you forever, will you be mine?~ Even worse.
~Sakura, I was once a cold, hard-hearted person. Knowing you has made me a much better person. You light up my day just by being there, and your smile can warm the warmest sunshine… I love you.~ Hmm. It was mushy, but it was sincere, and it conveyed the messege. It just might work. Syaoran smiled. Bingo.
"Sakura?"
Sakura looked up, a bright smile on her face. "Yeah?"
"I… I.. um…" Gazing into her eyes, Syaoran was lost in their sheer pale green colour, almost a transclucent jade. He licked his lips nervously and thought about what he was supposed to say.
Sakura looked confused, and leaned forward to listen.
"I-- I was-- um-" Syaoran couldn't remember what to say at the last moment.
"What is it?" Sakura prompted, smiling sweetly.
Syaoran gulped. "I-- I- uh--" he took a deep breath. "I need to go to the washroom." He stood up abruptly. "Excuse me for a second."
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