Author's Note: Hiya! I'm finally published this chappie! I've had so many ideas, but with Fall break coming, the teachers decide to load me up with essays and projects! _ Finally, I got this published!!! Sorry for the longest of waits!!!! Um, this is a filler. The next chapters will have all the assignments, complimentary of various FF.net authors.


Quote of the Chappie: The truth of the matter is that you always know the right thing to do. The hard part is doing it. ~anonymous


Thankies List: Sakura-san-thankies for your comment and the assignment!! ChibiCherry-thankies for your support and for doing the assignment and all!! I so DEDICATE this STORY to you GALS!!!! Also, to all the others! _ I forgot to check to see the others, but thankies anyway. I'll be sure to add you next time!


Disclaimer: I don't own CCS, and Fei's from Xenogears. Okay? Good.


Here's Hoping For Love

By: Pink Cherry Blossom

Chapter 10: And It Continues...


Key:

blah = Thinking

"blah" = Talking

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For that whole week, everyone wrote something. Poems filled up trashcans in local houses, and school bens. Papers had scribbles and smudges. Some even had eraser marks that actually burns through the paper. Otherwise, a normal project had just begun.


For Syaoran, he was working harder than ever. I'll be sure to make this perfect. Okay, well nothings perfect, but I can perfect it to my best. Now I'm starting to sound like my mother.... Syaoran was bent over his desk in his room, scribbling away on his draft book. On his left, you could see a basket of filler paper, enough paper to replace a tree, but he didn't care. Scratching, and erasing, and sharpening was filled throughout the room, silent as ever. Silence is TRULY golden. I'm so glad, I've finally planned this all out! Syaoran continued to work, ignoring all. So absorbed in his work, he finally finished writing his piece. Holding it up to be admired, he was trusted with a nice and evil thought. This will surely put Sakura on the spot. If it doesn't, maybe something at the dance will.... That reminds me.... Carefully putting away his draft, waiting to be completed and finished for the next week, he goes to see what Meiling is doing.....


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Meiling at the moment was also writing her lovely piece. She was filled with ideas earlier, but it somehow escaped her by the time she started. What is so HARD about honesty? I mean, it's in everyday life. If a teacher asks you who stole the money from her purse, you would tell her Momiji did right? Yet if I stole it, that'll be a different story. I could make it have a negative effect of a positive one. Now I'm in a jam! Okay, so Meiling was struggling with her piece. She was placed comfortably on her bed, with her upper body off the bed, and legs occupying her fluffy pillows. She sat there, entranced in a single piece of paper. She burned a hole through it literally with her glare. Darn you, you stupid piece of paper. Watch me get my inspiration on the last day, right before it's do. Darn you, my dumdum brain! Hearing a clear knock on her down, she flings the paper out her face. Getting up, she opens the door to see Syaoran's smiling face. Wonder what he wants and why's he smiling.....


"Hello Xiaolang, Whacha need?"


"Nothing really. How's you project." He noticed her face of disgust.


"You know how it is. I get my inspiration just before it's due. How about you?'


"Mine's it great. Just great. Nothing to it, ya know? It's easy as ichi, ne, san!" She looks at him skeptically.


"Ya, and my mother is King Kong." She sees him laugh at this. "And that's way I know you have paper all over your room."


He peers at her. "You're wrong. It's only in the corner." They both break into a laughing riot.


"It's nice to blow of all the tension." Syaoran pauses, to catch his breath, and then continues, "No, I just wanted to ask you about the dance and all."


"I don't know right now. I'm still trying to do my project. It wouldn't matter if I didn't finish and I can't go."


He looks in disbelief. "Yeah right, Meiling. I know you'll work for 24 hours to get that project to go the next day. So, my ideas of the dance are this...." He whispers into her ear.


"Why whisper? We're the only ones here."


"Dunno, but still. We'll talk to Tomoyo later."


"I wonder what she's doing now...."


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Tomoyo currently had finished her homework. It laid perfectly on he desk, all typed and ready to go. It even was in its own binder to keep in wrinkle-free. She was on her floor, surrounded by sketches of costumes. She peered at one, made a couple of lines, and then moved to the next one. Tomoyo was working on 7 costume ideas. One for Syaoran, Meiling, Eriol. Sakura, Fei, Herself, and her mother. After all, Sonomi was going to a costume party. She was so engrossed with her work, she completely ignored the phone. Now Syaoran needs this, and Sakura needs some jewelry. I don't even feel like she should have one, but best buds are for life.... She worked away with her pencil, left and right, she twirled in circle on the carpet, making changes to each unique line of Tomoyo's Costume Corp.... I wonder if I should ask Eriol what he wants....


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Eriol hung up the phone. I wonder what Tomoyo's so into that she refused the phone? He was in the den, sitting luxuriously on his giant scarlet chair, watching a fire burn. He drank his cup and tea, staring out into the window near him. Watching the cherry blossoms float, he sat composed and relaxed. His project, laid next to him, on the round coffee table. It was only half finished. The first copy was destroyed by Nakuru and Suppi's actions earlier. I didn't like that one anyway, this one is much better... So he sat, watching the petals swirl towards their destination, while he drank his tea in a glass cup, in a room next to a kitchen with Nakuru trying to get Suppi to eat sugar, in a mansion in Tomoeda. Maybe I should try to call Tomoyo again.....


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Sakura was currently at a party, putting off her assignment. She sat there, dancing with a gentleman, Fei. Together they danced the day and night away, oblivious to the outside. Together they twirled, and swirled, and moved, and gracefully played out a classic type of ballroom. After all, it was a RICH friends party, and she had to be proper..... And the assignment wasn't even effaced on the two's face as they swayed away into the crowd of other dancers on the marble dancer floor.....


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Okay you guys, that was a filler. Also, if you want to be notified of updates, drop a review WITH your e-mail address. It will be so much easier for me to do that! Okay, that's about it! R&R! Sowwie again for not updating, but the next weeks chappie will be present on Sunday. You can count on it! Enjoy your day!