Chocolate

By: shattered chaos

Disclaimer: we own nothing…. *sigh* it's unfortunate, I know, but what can we do about that?

This fic contains shonen-ai. If relationships between males make you uncomfortable, go elsewhere. You have been warned. And for those who were dumb enough to read this even after our clear warning you have only yourselves to blame. Don't even bother to flame, because you will be laughed at by us and our reviewers.

Much love to Mateem, Bluewing, Hoshizora, Emily-chan, and Yumi! ^.^

Chapter Two

The next day at school was quite an event. The two upper classmen of the year were late, which was very surprising. Li-kun and Hiragizawa-kun were two of the best students, constantly arguing their respective points across different sides of the classroom, both trying to prove the other wrong.

So, it was a complete, shocking, heart-stopping surprise when both boys were late for homeroom, coming in the class at the same time, Hiragizawa-kun clinging onto Li-kun's arm. The whole class, including the sensei, went completely silent at the sight of them.

Tsukishiro-san was the first one to recover.

"Ohayo gozaimasu," he greeted, smiling in his usual manner at the scowling Li-kun and the grinning Hiragizawa-kun.

The blush that rose to Li-kun's face was completely natural and expected by everyone present.

What surprised them was the frown he directed at Tsukishiro-san. "Ohayo," he muttered, walking stiffly into the classroom, practically dragging Hiragizawa along.

Hiragizawa on the other hand, smiled as brightly as the sun and chirped, "Ohayo, Tsukishiro-san!"

The sensei finally seemed to regain his wits because he shook his head and spoke. "You two are late, which means detention for the both of you. Now sit down."

"Hai, sensei," they both replied, Syaoran gloomily, Eriol with enough sweetness dripping it could give you cavities.

Syaoran sighed as he sat down, slumping in his chair and gluing his eyes to the usual object of affection: Tsukishiro-san. The man was taking this a little too well, much to his dismay. Hiragizawa had argued that they make a fashionably late entrance, until it was so late; there was no other choice. And then, as soon as Syaoran touched the door, Hiragizawa had clung onto him in a death grip even he couldn't break loose of.

And Tsukishiro-san apparently had no problem with that whatsoever.

Syaoran was ripped from his gloomy thoughts by the chill that usually hit him when Hiragizawa approached. He turned slightly in time to see the schemer whispering in the ear of the girl who sat next to him, and then, to his growing surprise (and suspicion), said girl got up and let Hiragizawa take the chair next to him.

Syaoran glared at him. "Just what do you think you're doing?" he hissed across once he made sure the sensei wasn't looking.

Eriol merely smiled at him, his closed eyes making him look that much more suspicious. "Why, following through with the plan, of course. I need to remain close to you, koi."

Syaoran blushed at the use of the endearment, but he still frowned. "There's no need for that."

"But of course there is, koi," Eriol assured, inching closer. "How else are we supposed to make the object of your obsession jealous, hn?"

Syaoran glared. "Didn't you notice that he didn't even blink an eye at us coming in together? And it's not an obsession!"

"Oh, sure it is, Syaoran-koi," Eriol assured, pulling out his notebook and pen from his school bag. "You just don't realize it, yet."

"Look, you--"

But Syaoran was cut off by the sensei barking at them. "Li, Hiragizawa, cut the flirting until AFTER class!

Now shut up and pay attention!"

Through Syaoran's red haze of blushing humiliation, he finally realized that everyone in the classroom had been staring at them, and Hiragizawa's borrowed desk was now completely connected to his own. He concentrated on taking out his own notebook while Hiragizawa chirped out an answer.

"Hai, sensei."

They remained silent after that, but Hiragizawa's words stayed in Syaoran's mind.

Yuki-koi is not an obsession. No matter what Hiragizawa says.

* * * * *

Call it fate, or call it divine intervention, or call it magical intervention from one dark-haired sorcerer who had wicked plans in mind. But, somehow or the other, Yukito was the lucky one that ended up being roped into looking out after them in detention for being late. Which was perfect in Eriol's mind.

He glanced over at Syaoran sitting next to him. The wolf had his amber eyes glued to the essay they'd been forced to write as punishment, his brow furrowed in concentration. Quite endearing, really. Eriol sighed inwardly at the emotions this boy brought in him. Li-kun had no idea whatsoever, of course, and Eriol had no plan to tell him either. Not when Syaoran was so obviously obsessed with Tsukishiro-san.

Eriol's eyes focused on the teacher's assistant in question. The young man was sweet. He was good-looking, smart, kind, talented, etc, etc, etc. Yeah, Eriol could see why Syaoran had fallen for him. But Tsukishiro-san had already found his mate-- his life partner. Syaoran refused to see what Yukito and Toya had; stubbornly thinking that after six years of blind affection, Yukito would finally look his way.

No, Eriol was not going to openly interfere with that. Syaoran needed to realize for himself that there were other fish in the sea. The only thing Eriol could do now was give him gentle pushes in that direction and have some fun while doing it.

Like right now.

Eriol reached under the desk and began rubbing Syaoran's unprotected leg.

Tsukishiro-san looked up from grading papers at the loud bang that disturbed the silence. He blinked in confusion at the sight of Li-kun on the floor where his chair had tipped back. The boy was blushing again.

"Are you okay, Li-kun?" the teacher's assistant asked worriedly, standing up. But Hiragizawa-kun beat him to it.

"He's fine, Tsukishiro-san," the boy assured with a smile, helping Li-kun up.

"Are you, Li-kun?" Yukito pressed when Syaoran didn't say anything just continued to stand there, blushing and shocked.

Eriol helped dust off the boys' uniform, and his hands patting his backside must've knocked him back into the present because he finally jumped with a startled yelp and began nodding hurriedly.

"H-Hai, Tsukishiro-san," the boy stuttered, hurriedly knocking Eriol's hands away from his rump and sitting down on his straightened chair. "I'm fine."

"I'm glad. But, maybe you should see the nurse, ne? You seemed pretty out of it," Yukito suggested, sitting back down, too.

"N-No," Syaoran replied, shaking his head and blushing once again. "But thanks for your concern…"

"No problem, Li-kun." Yukito smiled again, before going back to his grading.

Syaoran remained in a blushing, content stage for about two more minutes before he finally stabbed Hiragizawa with his amber glare. Eriol merely smiled back, unperturbed. Syaoran opened his mouth, ready to show off his wide range of colorful cuss words in two languages, but before anything could be spewed out, Eriol silenced him with a pale fingertip pressed to his lips.

Shocked, Syaoran stared as Eriol winked and made a zipping motion over his own lips. Seething silently, Syaoran pushed Eriol's hand away and turned back to his notebook. Finding a clean page, he began writing furiously.

~ What the HELL was that all about?! ~

He threw the crumpled paper over to Eriol, glaring once again. Eriol's smile remained in place after he read the note and as he wrote a reply.

~ It seemed like the thing to do, koi. ~

~ WHY!!!? ~ Was Syaoran's next question.

~ He noticed, did he not? ~

~ But you could've warned me, baka! ~

~ And miss the priceless expression on your face? Never. ~

Syaoran growled at that, crumpling the note in his fist.

"Is something wrong?" Yukito wondered, glancing up.

Syaoran broke his glare away from Eriol, to stare at Yukito.

"Nothing wrong, Tsukishiro-san," Eriol assured, smiling.

"Well, that's good. I have to go to the office to turn these papers in, so I need you two to stay in here quietly until I'm back. Can you do that?"

"Hai," Eriol assured, while Syaoran only nodded, still transfixed and tongue-tied.

"Yoshi. I'll be right back, then."

As soon as the young man stepped out, Eriol turned to Syaoran, a thoughtful look on his face.

"N-Nani?" Syaoran asked warily.

"You know, I don't think that we've been putting the point across as clearly as I hoped," Eriol began, tapping his chin with his pen.

"W-What do you mean?"

"Well, think about it. If this were the sensei, he would have made us sit some distance from each other from what he witnessed this morning. Apparently, Tsukishiro-san still does not get that we are an item."

Syaoran stared, caught between suspicion and curiosity. "So, you're saying that Tsukishiro-san has not noticed?"

"Exactly."

Syaoran tried not to ask. He tried not to fall into the trap, but the thought that Yuki-koi could still get jealous was too tempting.

"S-So…what do you suggest?"

Eriol smiled as he turned to Syaoran, his glasses gleaming in the sunlight.

"That we make it more blatantly obvious."

Tbc…

So that's the end of chapter 2. Let us know what you think… ^o^