A CCS Fanfic By Card Captor Schlueter (a.k.a. Syaoran-kun)
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Interlude: TomoyoTomoyo Daidouji was hard at work again. She was surrounded by fabrics, trying to figure out what to put on Syaoran next. Coming up with ideas for Syaoran's costumes was not as easy as she would've thought. Dressing Sakura to look like a cute and cuddly magical heroine was one thing, dressing Syaoran to look like some kind of bishonen hero was something else. It was a task that was far more limiting in more ways than one. Of course, Syaoran was capable of looking serious and heroic even in the most ridiculous outfits. As she was working out her latest design she was watching one of her many videos on the television. This one was of rehearsals for the school play and there on the screen was Syaoran with his arms folded and his usual glaring expression, looking as dignified and serious as anyone could while wearing a pink gown and blonde wig.
That kind of thing would make card capturing too difficult though, Tomoyo reasoned. Plus, Syaoran was already reluctant to wear the outfits. Best not to try his patience too much.
It didn't matter too much right now since Tomoyo was still overjoyed with her success at in engineering the romance between Sakura and Syaoran. (One might argue that she was not solely responsible for this occurrence, but let's not burst her bubble, ne?) It had not occurred to her that playing matchmaker for a couple of thirteen year olds was not exactly worthy of a Jane Austen story, but never mind. Still, it was kind of an odd pairing with Sakura being so bright and cheery and Syaoran being so cold and dissonant. It was all in the eyes. Sakura had wonderful green eyes that were soft and instilled trust. Syaoran was another matter. If the eyes were the windows to the soul, Syaoran kept the shutters closed, the blinds down and the curtains pulled. When his cold amber eyes glowered at you, you felt like he could see right through you. The fact that Sakura had melted away Syaoran's mean exterior was a tribute to her loving attitude.
Tomoyo had more or less resigned herself to the fact that she would never completely understand the way Syaoran Li's mind worked, mostly because he didn't want anyone to know. The real Syaoran was hidden under layers of what Eriol referred to as defense mechanisms.
Eriol did seem to understand a lot of things about Syaoran that Tomoyo was fairly sure she would never get. (Syaoran himself called Eriol's explanations "overwrought Freudian platitudes".) Eriol might have also had a thing or two to say about Tomoyo's practice of dressing up her friends like dolls, but that's another psychological analysis all together.
If Sakura and Syaoran were complete opposites, Syaoran and Eriol were opposite versions of the same person. Eriol was calm, soft-spoken, polite and sophisticated and Syaoran was suspicious, ill tempered and mistrustful. Of course, Eriol had years of experience derived from being a reincarnation of Clow Reed, which Syaoran did not.
That gave Tomoyo a good costume idea.
Syaoran was also unusually popular with the girls lately. He had always been the subject of gossip around the classroom amongst the members of the female gender. After all, he was the mysterious exchange student. Of course, over time several humiliating situations had shattered Syaoran's air of mystery. Well, at least until Rika had started telling everyone that she had seen Syaoran in the hallway with a sword. Since the story hadn't come from Rika instead of Yamazaki, no one had any reasons to doubt it. After Christmas holidays, Terada had heard the rumor and decided to search Syaoran's backpack and locker "just in case". Terada hadn't found the sword but he did find a dozen or so pink envelopes in Syaoran's locker, which turned out to be love letters. There was much blushing among the girls in the crowd who had come to watch, especially from Sakura, who had written six of them.
It got worse when Terada decided to read one of Sakura's letters out loud. Sakura and Syaoran were blushing for the next hour or two.
Tomoyo got another brilliant costume idea. It was wonderful. It was inspired. It was perfectly Tomoyo-esque.
Naturally, Syaoran would hate it.