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~Just This Once~
Final Chapter: Broken Promise
Syaoran
looked around the room, seeing none of his belongings...he saw Eriol walk in.
"Are
you sure Nakuru knows what she's talking about, Hiiragizawa?" Syaoran
asked irritably.
"She
was..mistaken. Your things are all downstairs. You seem to be getting
better." Eriol remarked, noting that Syaoran's irritable voice was coming
back.
"...better than I was this morning." Syaoran mumbled.
...all
thanks to you... Syaoran knew he really owed Eriol for this one...but...his
mind was in a jumble...torn between his..deep caring (understatement)..for
Eriol and ignoring his feelings and doing what was 'right'...or...
...what
SEEMED right...was ignoring his heart the right thing to DO..?
"Syaoran-kun? Syaoran-kun, are you all right?" Eriol made Syaoran
snap out of his thoughts.
"...yeah," Syaoran murmured, his eyes almost lost. He snapped out of
it. "...yeah, I'm fine."
"...perhaps we should discuss..the predicament between us." Eriol
said slowly.
"...Hiiragizawa, there is nothing to discuss!" Syaoran snapped, yet
he felt a tugging feeling at his chest...he was lying...
God damn
it! Syaoran turned his back to Eriol. What should I DO?! What CAN I do?!
...I can't...I just can't let me...and Eriol...no, it's wrong!! Syaoran
shut his eyes, clenching his teeth until his jawbone ached in pain.
He promised
himself that he wouldn't let him and Eriol get mixed into this mistake... ...I
swear I won't...
Eriol sensed
inner turmoil within Syaoran. Syaoran's aura raged to and fro...
"Syaoran..." Eriol stepped forward. This was no time for '-kun'. This
was serious. They needed to get past this. Now.
"This
is—this is stupid! This isn't right, Hiiragizawa! Don't you see?! Don't you
understand?!" Syaoran snarled, his back still turned to Eriol.
Eriol closed
his eyes and softly asked, "...what is right and what is wrong? Is denial
the answer, Syaoran?"
"Maybe
it is!" Syaoran growled, he averted his eyes to the floor. "Maybe
denial is the only way...the best way to solve this!" he curled his hands
into fists, his fingernails digging into his skin, almost breaking past it.
He tried to
concentrate on other pain instead of the one that twisted his heart without
mercy.
Why does
it hurt so much to say this...? Syaoran thought painfully, sadly...
"...Syaoran..." Eriol's eyes opened, the gray depths of his eyes
dulled with sadness.
Syaoran felt
his heart lurch with guilt. That tone of voice just didn't match Eriol's
'always-smiling-that-damn-smile' kind of personality...
"We
should never...we should had never let this happen, Hiiragizawa. It's for the
best that we move on and forget this ever happened..." Syaoran didn't hear
Eriol walk up behind him. "We've...I'VE been so stupid, I should have
never—" The rage within Syaoran was too great, until...
...Eriol
slowly and gently wrapped his arms around Syaoran's shoulders from behind. The
rage within Syaoran suddenly dissolved, his eyes wide and a blush tinting his
face.
"...now
tell me, seriously, Syaoran...do you really think that denying yourself is for
the best?" Eriol whispered in Syaoran's ear.
Syaoran's
eyes were wide, still shocked by Eriol's action. His whole body was tense and
stiff.
"...I
thought it was also best to not let you ever find out..." Eriol whispered,
his warmth sinking into Syaoran's skin, calming the brown-haired wolf.
"...but...I realized I was wrong."
"...H-Hiiragizawa..." Syaoran murmured shakily.
Eriol's lips
brushed past Syaoran's ear, sending an involuntary shiver down Syaoran's spine.
"...do
you understand what I am saying, Syaoran?" Eriol murmured.
"...
... ..." Syaoran's eyes narrowed with confusion, sadness, and complete
understanding.
"We
should finish what we started before we were interrupted by Meiling."
Eriol remarked softly, almost seductively. Syaoran felt himself give in...his
body happily relaxed in Eriol's arms, but...
Syaoran
broke out of Eriol's embrace roughly. It felt as if he left his soul in Eriol's
warm arms...Syaoran swallowed back the pain.
"...no...no, we can't..." Syaoran murmured, looking at Eriol and
backed away.
"...doushite? Doushite, Syaoran?" Eriol asked, his unreadable gray
eyes upon Syaoran.
"...because...because it just isn't right!!!" Syaoran exclaimed
angrily, confused and torn apart. He turned away, going for the door.
"This just isn't right!!"
...Syaoran...my
dear Syaoran... Eriol thought, a small smile upon his face. ...I used to
think that, too...
Suddenly
Eriol reached out and grabbed Syaoran's wrist and pulled him back. Syaoran, too
surprised to react, turned back to Eriol and awkwardly stumbled toward his
gray-eyed captor.
"Nor is
it right to deny ourselves of what we truly, desperately want...of what we need."
Eriol remarked quietly as Syaoran stumbled into him, with his free arm he
latched it around Syaoran's waist, while still holding firmly onto Syaoran's
wrist.
"Don't
you agree?" He asked softly, yet his eyes burned deeply into Syaoran's.
Their faces were inches away, Syaoran's brown eyes wide, Eriol's gray eyes full
of knowledge and awaiting passion.
"K-kisama...d-don't...don't, Hiiragizawa..." Syaoran quietly pleaded,
trying to tear his eyes away from Eriol, but to no prevail...he was frozen in
place, as if Eriol had cast one of his spells, but he didn't (this time...).
"Don't
what?" Eriol asked, almost silently. There was no need to speak loudly,
they were so close that their body heat mingled together.
"...
... ..." Syaoran's eyes had a mind of its' own as they wandered down to
Eriol's lips, then returned to Eriol's eyes, then back to his lips, then back
again. He swallowed nervously, forcing himself to get a hold of himself as a
pinkish hue crossed his cheeks.
Syaoran
wasn't nervous anymore...he was past that. Now he was...anticipant. His heart
was beating so hard and fast that his ribs felt as if they were about to crack.
Eriol smirked,
almost evilly and mischievously, as he knew what Syaoran was thinking...because
it was also what he was thinking himself...
Eriol's own
eyes wandered to Syaoran's lips, which he wanted—no, what he needed to
capture with his own.
He leaned
forward his head forward and...
Syaoran
sharply turned his head away. Eriol felt hurt and it reflected in his eyes.
Eriol drew his head back, his shoulders slightly slumped.
"If we
get into this...we'll never be able to go back," Syaoran turned his head
back and glared at Eriol, "..you...I...don't you see that we'll be making
a mistake?" he hissed.
Eriol
smiled. Syaoran blinked, not expecting that reaction.
"A
'mistake' that I waited for years to make now," Eriol murmured. "..a
'mistake' that I'm very willing to commit."
Syaoran
blinked, Eriol...he felt...he felt this way about me for...years? I just
realized my emotions for him and can hardly stand it...but he beared it all and
kept silent... he unwillingly felt admiration toward the gray-eyed mage.
Of
course...Eriol was known for his great patience...but everyone has their
limits...
"Do not
deny me of this moment for I have waited too long, Syaoran..." Eriol
requested quietly.
The first
excuse came into Syaoran's mind, he was still reluctant...still in disbelief
that he had fallen for his so-called rival...and that his love was being
returned.
"...I..I'm still ill...y-you might get m-my fever." Syaoran stammered
quietly.
"...that's a risk I'm willing to take." he murmured as he slightly
leaned forward to see if Syaoran would turn away once again.
… … … …
Eriol smiled
when Syaoran did no turn away from him this time.
Eriol then
caught the little wolf's lips with his own without second thoughts. Something
that was so long-awaited...so wanted...so needed...
Syaoran's
eyes were still open, his whole body tensed automatically. But then...he
felt...this genuinely fervent emotion that made the burning, yet tranquil
passion between them almost tangible. His eyes fluttered closed...
As if their
lips were like interlocking puzzle-pieces, Syaoran responded to Eriol's, his
body relaxed in the navy-haired boy's arms. Syaoran felt Eriol smile through
the kiss. That damned smile…
Syaoran mentally grinned.
But
then...Syaoran realized that he had broken his promise not to get mixed up in
this 'mistake'... ah, hell with it.
Using his
other free hand, Syaoran locked it onto the back of Eriol's neck and deepened
the kiss.
The dark
blue-haired boy felt inexplicable joy when Syaoran responded to him
willingly...Very willingly, in fact, since the brown-haired boy intensified the
kiss to a way other degree...Eriol accepted it fully.
Eriol's hand
let go of Syaoran's wrist, traveled up Syaoran's arm and trailed into his
brown, tousled hair.
They were
both completely lost in their seemingly-tangible passionate, idyllic moment.
"Mean,
evil Suppi-kun..always making rules," Nakuru grumbled and went toward the
guestroom. "Eriol-saaaaama, can we have dessert BEFORE dinner--?"
Nakuru then opened the door, seeing that the two boys were...ahem...busy. ^.^
Yare,
yare, yare!! Nakuru thought as she smiled happily and quietly closed the
door. They didn't even notice Nakuru's presence! What a kiss!! Nakuru
giggled.
"Suppi-kun!! Eriol is having dessert before dinner, so we get to have
dessert beforehand, too! Now cut the strawberry cheesecake!!" Nakuru
squealed happily as she rushed down the stairs.
Syaoran's
brown eyes were wide as he fell...fell into the pressuring, heavy
darkness...his hand slipped from the hand of the mysterious individual's...
No!!
Syaoran dreaded, everything was in slow motion as if he was in water. He
clenched his teeth and shut his eyes tight, prepared to fall in the darkness of
eternity...alone, cold, and painful...forever.
The
mysterious person shot out his other hand and grabbed Syaoran's wrist. Syaoran
opened his eyes as he was dangling above the darkness that beckoned him to
plunge down into its bottomless depths.
Worried that
he would fall, Syaoran grasped onto the boy's wrist. They held onto each other,
wrist and wrist. Syaoran looked up, seeing comforting gray eyes peer down at
him.
"Syaoran," the silhouette said, his voice echoed.
"...Eriol..." Syaoran murmured, seeing that it was Eriol that held
onto Syaoran's wrist, rescuing him from the darkness.
"I
won't let you go, Syaoran." he promised as a smile graced the mage's face,
his grip on Syaoran's wrist was so true and tenacious that the Chinese boy no
longer worried about falling into the darkness...he knew that Eriol would keep
his word.
As if a
great burden was lifted off his shoulders, Syaoran felt lighter. A bright light
enveloped him, Syaoran had to close his eyes because of its great brilliance,
but...even as he was relieved from the darkness, Eriol never let go of him.
Syaoran
slowly awoke from his dream...he remembered the dream clearly...
...Eriol...
Syaoran thought, blinking away the morning sleepiness. He then shot his eyes
open. ...Eriol!
Syaoran sat
upright in the bed, looking around until he saw Eriol. He was sleeping quietly
in a chair, his arms crossed loosely over his stomach, his head hung to his
chest.
...he...
Syaoran blinked, remembering what happened last night...
~Last Night~
Eriol slowly
pulled away, despite a reluctant, soft murmur from Syaoran. Eriol opened his
eyes, looking at Syaoran who only could blink at him. Eriol's trademark smile
came upon his face.
Syaoran
blushed, not having the ability to talk at the moment.
"That
certainly wasn't bad, now was it?" Eriol asked.
"..I..I
don't..r-really know...don't ask me that, you baka!" Syaoran snapped,
blushing a brighter red.
What he meant was 'God, that was
amazing...do you NEED to ask?'.
"Well...perhaps we should do it once more...just to give you clearer idea..."
Eriol said slyly, a cat-like seductive smile on his face.
"...
..." Syaoran blinked, he slightly wavered.
Eriol was
puzzled...he expected Syaoran to snap some sort of witty retort at him, which
would trigger him to be turned-on...however...
Syaoran's
slowly fell to the floor on his knees, his hand that was still behind Eriol's
neck, pulled Eriol along down with him. Eriol knelt down on one knee, looking
at Syaoran's face with curiosity.
Syaoran's
auburn hair shadowed his eyes...
"Syaoran—?" Eriol started.
Syaoran fell
forward, his arms fell limp to his sides. Eriol immediately caught him, letting
Syaoran's head fall to his chest.
Eriol
realized that the small wolf had fallen unconscious...he fainted…again…eh,
after all, he WAS still sick...
He simply
smiled, "Maa, maa..." Eriol remembered the other time Syaoran fell
into his arms at school (chap. 1). "you're making a bad habit of out this,
Syaoran-kun...not that I mind, of course." ^_^
~End of Flashback~
Syaoran
looked over to the peacefully sleeping mage, realizing that Eriol did not leave
his bedside throughout the whole night...since no one was looking/awake,
Syaoran allowed his usually sharp, alert and 'back-off' eyes to soften...
He raised
his hand and lightly touched the bruise on Eriol's cheek. Syaoran looked at his
right-hand knuckles, seeing that they were slightly bruised...he knew he had
hit Eriol unintentionally...
...and
yet you lied about it, attempting for me to never find out. Syaoran looked
down at his sleeping face warmly, and stroked his fingertips down his soft
skin, tracing Eriol's jawbone to his chin. ...you baka.
"How
was your sleep?" Eriol asked suddenly, he opened one eye, a small smile
played upon his face.
He pulled
back his hand from Eriol's face quickly, as if he had done something and was
caught red-handed. Syaoran nearly jumped out of his skin from surprise, hence,
almost fell out of bed.
"Y-you're awake?! When—what—" Syaoran immediately glared.
"...you were pretending to be asleep all this time, weren't you." not
a question, but a very firm statement.
Eriol stood
up from the chair, a mysterious smile on his face.
"With
that glare and that clear, irritable tone of voice, I see your temperature must
have gotten down. Feel better?" Eriol asked.
In more
ways than I expected. Syaoran thought with an inward contented smile.
"I
guess." Syaoran said with an indifferent tone, though he was inwardly
grinning. He moved himself out of the bed and stretched.
Eriol then
took one of Syaoran's calloused hands in both of his and kissed the back of
Syaoran's fingers tenderly. A pinkish hue crossed Syaoran's cheeks immediately
despite his efforts to try not to.
"You
have quite a soft touch with someone who handles a sword so often." Eriol
remarked with a smirk, seeing that he successfully made Syaoran blush.
"..w-whatever." Syaoran pulled back his hand and scratched the back
of his head...he didn't mean for Eriol to know that he touched his face while
he THOUGHT Eriol was asleep...he felt embarrassed to be caught in the act...
"Heh," Eriol smirked at Syaoran's shyness.
Oh, his
Syaoran was still naive and new to this relationship business...of course,
Syaoran wasn't his...yet. ^.~ And, of course, Eriol would not force Syaoran
into something he wasn't ready for.
Patience was
a virtue that Eriol possessed greatly, but he would still be hoping for that
day to come... Oh, the things I will teach you, little wolf...
"Why
are you smiling like that?" Syaoran asked cautiously, arching his eyebrow.
"Ah, no
reason..." Eriol replied mysteriously, grinning. His smile hid all his
intentions so very well, much to Syaoran's annoyance, that is.
"I know
that smile," Syaoran glared, noticing the mischievous, sly, evil-like
smile that played upon Eriol's face. "You're up to something..."
Eriol opened
his mouth, but—
"You
better not give me any riddles either!" Syaoran snapped. "It's too
early in the morning for that, but it's never to early for me to beat the
living daylights out of you. In which, I WILL if one word from a riddle comes
out your mouth..." he threatened ever-so affectionately. ^_^ (Syaoran's so
sweet! ...in a subtle way, that is...)
"Is
that a promise or a threat?" Eriol remarked with a smile, arching his
eyebrow with amusement...
Syaoran
glared playfully, but suddenly a worried and guilty flash passed his face when
he just remembered someone else…
"Syaoran-kun?" Eriol took a step forward, worried with Syaoran's
sudden change.
"Everything is really different now, you know." Syaoran murmured, his
eyes slightly narrowed as the first morning rays peered through the listless
clouds.
"...what do you mean?" Eriol asked quietly, almost hesitantly. Was
Syaoran turning away from him..?
"...Sakura..." Syaoran slightly hung his head. "I'm...she...what
will I do with her?"
Eriol knew
that Syaoran had a strong bond with Sakura after all these years. And they both
knew that Sakura confined affection for Syaoran in her heart that had been
broken by Yukito years ago...
Eriol
silently drew in a breath, "Well, if you still feel..that..way toward her,
then I..understand if you choose her." Eriol said, forcing himself to
ignore inner voices that yelled 'Don't! What are you doing?! Letting him go
again?!'
If I
can't have his heart fully...then I can't have it at all... Eriol decided,
though felt the tug of reluctance pull at him. He loved the Chinese boy with
all his heart, so he must have the same favor returned to have the relationship
work.
Syaoran
turned around, staring at the navy-haired boy.
Eriol looked
at him, the sun's soft, morning light highlighted Syaoran's messy brown hair
into few specks of lighter color and outlined his physique. He looked
brilliant, like a stray angel that had lost its way from the path of
Heaven...yes...an Angel...
...that
wasn't his.
Eriol's eyes
slightly dulled when he thought of this. He was not one to show his emotions so
easily though.
"You
and Sakura knew each other long before I came in the picture. You two make the
picture-perfect couple, ne?" Eriol forced a small smile. He remembered
what Tomoyo had secretly said to him long ago...
'...I love
Sakura with all my heart as you figured out, Hiiragizawa-san,' Tomoyo smiled
sadly. '...but her love doesn't belong to me the way it belongs to Li-kun...but
I will support her no matter what I may...feel against it.' her eyes were
brimmed with tears.
She was
so unselfish, Eriol thought. Perhaps I must lead a life such as
Daidouji-san's...
"You
idiot...." Syaoran said and shook his head.
He blinked.
"Nani--?" Eriol started, but Syaoran had already grabbed him by the
shoulders and pulled him forward, kissing him tenderly, yet firmly.
Eriol felt
himself completely melt into this kiss within seconds, but just as he did,
Syaoran slightly pulled away.
"I
don't..I can't care for Sakura or Meiling or..anyone the same way,"
Syaoran said, their lips so close that Syaoran's lips brushed against Eriol's
occasionally as he spoke, "..I care for you...I thought I wouldn't have to
say that..but you're not as smart as I thought you were,
Hiiragizawa..-kun." Syaoran joked weakly, feeling his heart fluttering
wildly. He rarely, if ever, said '-kun'...it felt strange...yet very nice...
A smile graced
Eriol's face. Syaoran had said what he was about to say the night
before...everything was now finished. Confessions admitted, shields between
them broken, so all work was done...now it was time for play... ^.~
"Why
are you smiling like tha---?" Syaoran asked, but was immediately silenced
when Eriol leaned down and kissed him full on the lips, wrapping his arms
around Syaoran's waist, gently pulling him closer to his own body. Syaoran felt
the rush of passion in his blood, making his heart pulsate faster.
Syaoran felt
Eriol's smile into the kiss, almost driving the wolf insane. He returned the
kiss, ten-fold as he wrapped his arms around the eccentrically sexy British
boy...
In the
hallway, there came an approaching sound of fuming...it was obviously...
"HOW
DARE YOU ALL PUT ME IN A CLOSET?! WHAT KIND OF DEMENTED PEOPLE ARE YOU GUYS?!
YOU'RE ALL GOING TO PAY---!!!" Meiling opened the door forcefully, her
long black hair was very disheveled, and a few dust balls clung to her clothes.
Stopping
dead in her tracks, Meiling's eyes grew three times their size, seeing the
scenario...Syaoran holding Eriol. Eriol holding Syaoran. This was slowly (and
reluctantly) being processed through Meiling's head...
"M-Meiling!!" Syaoran slightly pulled away, but barely since Eriol's
arms still were wrapped around his waist.
"Ohayo
gozaimasu, Meiling-san," Eriol smiled casually, yet with a sly look in his
eyes since a furiously blushing Syaoran was in his arms. "how was your
sleep?"
Syaoran was
kissing Eriol. Eriol was kissing Syaoran. This, too, was also processed in her
head and...
Meiling's
breathing grew rapid, she was trying her best to compose herself, trying to
keep under control, trying NOT to…
…scream…
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Meiling screamed. She was
unsuccessful, obviously.
And if
things couldn't get worse...
"What's
happening?!" Nakuru and Suppi ran into the room shortly after hearing the
glass-breaking, metal-piercing, ear-splitting scream.
Shimatta...
Syaoran thought, blushing a brighter red because of the additional intrusion.
Syaoran continued to mentally curse...both in Japanese and Chinese. (aren't you
proud? Syaoran knows so much vocabulary!) ^.^
The two
guardians looked at their master and Syaoran...
"All
right!" Nakuru cheered ecstatically. "We did it, Suppi-kun!" the
over-joyed Nakuru gave the small black guardian a pat on the back...only
resulting in hitting Suppi so hard that he was nearly embedded in the floor
below...
"....
.... ...." Suppi was having a hard time pulling himself off the ground.
Meiling stopped
screaming, her eyes still wide in disbelief.
"You
still seem a little sleepy, Meiling-chan," Nakuru declared as she grabbed
her arm and pulled her out of the room. Meiling numbly followed, speechless,
still in the state of disbelief and shock. "let's go get you some coffee!
Come on, Suppi-kun!"
Suppi flew
toward the door, a large white band-aid on his head and his body had left an
imprint on the floor.
He looked
back, seeing Syaoran had his eyes closed, still mentally cursing. He looked at
his master and smiled.
Eriol smiled
back with gratitude. Suppi nodded his head, pleased.
Suppi made
his way out the door, ready to scold Nakuru...very ready, in fact.
"...why
does that always seem to happen at the worst time?" Syaoran growled, he
let out a sigh.
Eriol
chuckled, "Well, I guess we can't really fix the problem when we're here.
Privacy doesn't seem to in Nakuru's dictionary. And I don't really mind the audience,
actually." Eriol said, absolutely amused when he had seen Meiling's face
when her mouth dropped to the floor (literally).
"Next
time," Syaoran said as he pulled himself out of Eriol's arms and picked up
his school blazer off the floor. He put it on over his untucked, crinkled
school shirt. "we'll go to my apartment. I don't have any annoying
guardians and Meiling doesn't have a key."
"Anything particular you plan for us to do there?" Eriol asked slyly.
Without
answering, Syaoran simply smiled mysteriously, a mischievous gleam passed
through the little wolf's eyes.
"Maa,
you're taking away my trademark smile," Eriol said jokingly. "you
won't make me wait too long till I see your home, will you?" even through
the years of being friends (and NOW more than friends ^^ ), Eriol had never
seen Syaoran's apartment...mainly because the cute, little wolf didn't trust
him.
"Heh," Syaoran smirked. "I only let people come to my apartment
when it's under important circumstances, you know." he said with an air of
challenge.
"...well...we do have to finish that project..." Eriol remarked
slowly, his eyes narrowed with a seemingly wicked smile. "..we can't be
slacking off on school work..."
"Aa...right...can't slack off on school work..." Syaoran echoed, his
grin slowly widened.
~ OWARI ~
~*~ Author's Note ~*~
Pheeeeew...my first chaptered story...DONE! ^_^ I'm so happy! It was fun
writing this. I tried not making it TOO long or TOO short. I hope it wasn't TOO
romantic for some of you ^^; gomen nasai, but I just love EriolxSyaoran fluff.
=^^= I hope the ending wasn't TOO stupid... ^_^;; just to tell you, they'll be
working on more things than just school work, if you knew what they meant...
=^^= I'll let you all decide what they meant for the end...heh heh heh!
Well, in any
case, I hope you all enjoyed reading this! Please review!
P.S.: If any
ideas come to my head, I may write an Epilogue....MAYBE ^^; I don't/can't
promise anything, unfortunately.
~*~ Last Thanks ~*~
THANK YOU
for reading my first story! I enjoyed all your wonderful reviews! I'll always
be grateful and cherish your reviews!
Domo arigatou gozaimashite, minna-san!
~*~ Glossary ~*~
Kisama: damn you (you know whose word this belongs to! ^^ )
Shimatta: crap; oh, damn (and again...you KNOW whose word this belongs to!)