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A/N: Been really busy lately and just not been good. So basically, you benefit from my pain (. Anyway! Here's Chapter 12! Like you ordered!
Chapter 12: Those Darn Beers
"Auntie Tomoyo?" the chibi-version of Li Syaoran asked. She always was amazed at how alike they were, both in personality and in looks. Of course, then again, everyone said the same about Kara.
"Yes, Akira-chan?" she replied as she braided her daughter's hair. She loved feeling the soft texture run through her fingers. If the girl had gotten anything at all from her father in the looks department, it was definitely her liquid soft hair. No matter how many times Tomoyo had tried to curl it, it would fall straight again the next day. After years of torture, she finally gave up. However, she did make her daughter grow her bangs out so she wouldn't look exactly like Eriol.
"Why does that jerk have to come along? He hurt daddy," he almost growled. When he did so, Kara shrank back a little. Although she was older than him, sometimes his fierceness could really scare her. Seeing the fear in the girl's eyes, he placed his hand over hers to calm her.
"Now, Akira-chan, that's not very nice. And plus, that man is your mother, father, and my friend. Your father may act like he hates him, but they really do care for each other under all that." Tomoyo smiled at the memory of Syaoran's first impression of Eriol and the way he somewhat warmed up to him over the years. "Just. try to like him, okay, Akira-chan? For me? He really wants to get to know you, you know. He told me himself."
"Well, I don't want anything to do with him. But I will try to tolerate him, for you. I am not promising anything though," he said in his haughty voice.
"Don't worry, he's really nice. He gave me ice cream," Kara entered the conversation softly. Tomoyo didn't know if she should smile or frown at her daughter's endearment to her own father, even if she didn't know it.
~Outside~
"All right, tents?" Syaoran said off the checklist. He almost had a stroke when Tomoyo said that Eriol would be going with them on their annual family camping trip. However, when the tears started to come, his big brother mode was set in place and he apologized immensely to stop the crying.
"Check," Sakura said when she spotted the rolled up tents in the back of their car. She was actually glad that Eriol was coming with them. Perhaps this way, they can finally put aside their differences and actually be. happy. She always knew that Tomoyo was envious of her when Syaoran, Akira, and herself were together. Sure, Syaoran tries to be a good 'father' to Kara and she loves him, but it really wasn't the same as having a family of her own.
"Hiiragizawa Terminator?" he asked. Just because he accepted the fact that he's going doesn't mean he was thrilled about him. He received a glare from Sakura, which was very rare, but then turned her attention to the car pulling into his driveway. "And the fun begins." he muttered under his breath. Just then, he saw Tomoyo walking out the door towards them with the children.
"So, are we ready to go?" Tomoyo asked when she reached them. She gave a lazy wave to Eriol, who responded with a nod and a smile. Seeing that everything was ready, she decided to take leadership again. Her pushy attitude from her childhood emerged from the depths of her maturity. "All right, we'll take Syaoran's van and mine and we can leave Eriol-san's Jaguar here." Everyone agreed seeing as how the two vans could fit the most items and people in it.
"All right then, Tomoyo-chan, the kids and I will share go in her van, and you guys have fun. And oh yes, try not to kill each other," Sakura added with a smile. She knew it was kind of twisted that she found their constant bickering amusing, but she knew that deep down they cared about each other and didn't know how to show it. Before the two guys could say another word, Tomoyo had got into the driver's seat and drove off.
"Oh great, this sucks already," Syaoran said as he buried his head in his palms. A headache was already forming and swirling around his head. Even with the constant pain nagging from the back of his head, he closed up the back of the van and tossed Eriol the keys. "You drive first, I don't want to get myself killed. You, I don't really care about." Without another word, he got into the passengers seat.
"Whatever you say, my cute little descendent," Eriol said with the famous devil smile. Syaoran just groaned and prayed that he would survive this trip.
~fifteen minutes later~
"There really isn't anything good on the radio, is there?" Eriol said as his index finger stopped attacking the buttons.
"Well, then we'll just sit in silence, okay? Please!" Syaoran said with his arms crossed and a pout on his face. If it wasn't for Tomoyo, he would be anything but civil. Just then, he felt the crack in his sanity increase when he heard the man next to him sing.
"Nine hundred bottles of beer on the wall, nine-hundred bottles of beer."
"For the love of God! Shut up!" Syaoran screeched so loudly that Eriol took his hands off the steering wheel for a second to cover his ears. The van ended up swirling dramatically along the empty road before Eriol once again took control. "I swear, you will be the end of me. Just. shush. Stop the singing."
"Well all right then. I guess we could always just talk, ancestor-to- descendent, father-to-son." Eriol said with the corner of his lips slightly curled upwards.
"Eight hundred ninety nine stinkin' bottles of beer on the wall, Eight hundred ninety nine stupid bottles of beer." Syaoran grumbled. Anything- ANYTHING- was better than 'talking' with that freak of nature.
"That's the spirit!" Eriol said enthusiastically as he began to sing along, going slower so Syaoran could fit in a few profanities here and there. 'I wonder how long he'll hold up before he explodes,' Eriol wondered to himself.
A/N: Been really busy lately and just not been good. So basically, you benefit from my pain (. Anyway! Here's Chapter 12! Like you ordered!
Chapter 12: Those Darn Beers
"Auntie Tomoyo?" the chibi-version of Li Syaoran asked. She always was amazed at how alike they were, both in personality and in looks. Of course, then again, everyone said the same about Kara.
"Yes, Akira-chan?" she replied as she braided her daughter's hair. She loved feeling the soft texture run through her fingers. If the girl had gotten anything at all from her father in the looks department, it was definitely her liquid soft hair. No matter how many times Tomoyo had tried to curl it, it would fall straight again the next day. After years of torture, she finally gave up. However, she did make her daughter grow her bangs out so she wouldn't look exactly like Eriol.
"Why does that jerk have to come along? He hurt daddy," he almost growled. When he did so, Kara shrank back a little. Although she was older than him, sometimes his fierceness could really scare her. Seeing the fear in the girl's eyes, he placed his hand over hers to calm her.
"Now, Akira-chan, that's not very nice. And plus, that man is your mother, father, and my friend. Your father may act like he hates him, but they really do care for each other under all that." Tomoyo smiled at the memory of Syaoran's first impression of Eriol and the way he somewhat warmed up to him over the years. "Just. try to like him, okay, Akira-chan? For me? He really wants to get to know you, you know. He told me himself."
"Well, I don't want anything to do with him. But I will try to tolerate him, for you. I am not promising anything though," he said in his haughty voice.
"Don't worry, he's really nice. He gave me ice cream," Kara entered the conversation softly. Tomoyo didn't know if she should smile or frown at her daughter's endearment to her own father, even if she didn't know it.
~Outside~
"All right, tents?" Syaoran said off the checklist. He almost had a stroke when Tomoyo said that Eriol would be going with them on their annual family camping trip. However, when the tears started to come, his big brother mode was set in place and he apologized immensely to stop the crying.
"Check," Sakura said when she spotted the rolled up tents in the back of their car. She was actually glad that Eriol was coming with them. Perhaps this way, they can finally put aside their differences and actually be. happy. She always knew that Tomoyo was envious of her when Syaoran, Akira, and herself were together. Sure, Syaoran tries to be a good 'father' to Kara and she loves him, but it really wasn't the same as having a family of her own.
"Hiiragizawa Terminator?" he asked. Just because he accepted the fact that he's going doesn't mean he was thrilled about him. He received a glare from Sakura, which was very rare, but then turned her attention to the car pulling into his driveway. "And the fun begins." he muttered under his breath. Just then, he saw Tomoyo walking out the door towards them with the children.
"So, are we ready to go?" Tomoyo asked when she reached them. She gave a lazy wave to Eriol, who responded with a nod and a smile. Seeing that everything was ready, she decided to take leadership again. Her pushy attitude from her childhood emerged from the depths of her maturity. "All right, we'll take Syaoran's van and mine and we can leave Eriol-san's Jaguar here." Everyone agreed seeing as how the two vans could fit the most items and people in it.
"All right then, Tomoyo-chan, the kids and I will share go in her van, and you guys have fun. And oh yes, try not to kill each other," Sakura added with a smile. She knew it was kind of twisted that she found their constant bickering amusing, but she knew that deep down they cared about each other and didn't know how to show it. Before the two guys could say another word, Tomoyo had got into the driver's seat and drove off.
"Oh great, this sucks already," Syaoran said as he buried his head in his palms. A headache was already forming and swirling around his head. Even with the constant pain nagging from the back of his head, he closed up the back of the van and tossed Eriol the keys. "You drive first, I don't want to get myself killed. You, I don't really care about." Without another word, he got into the passengers seat.
"Whatever you say, my cute little descendent," Eriol said with the famous devil smile. Syaoran just groaned and prayed that he would survive this trip.
~fifteen minutes later~
"There really isn't anything good on the radio, is there?" Eriol said as his index finger stopped attacking the buttons.
"Well, then we'll just sit in silence, okay? Please!" Syaoran said with his arms crossed and a pout on his face. If it wasn't for Tomoyo, he would be anything but civil. Just then, he felt the crack in his sanity increase when he heard the man next to him sing.
"Nine hundred bottles of beer on the wall, nine-hundred bottles of beer."
"For the love of God! Shut up!" Syaoran screeched so loudly that Eriol took his hands off the steering wheel for a second to cover his ears. The van ended up swirling dramatically along the empty road before Eriol once again took control. "I swear, you will be the end of me. Just. shush. Stop the singing."
"Well all right then. I guess we could always just talk, ancestor-to- descendent, father-to-son." Eriol said with the corner of his lips slightly curled upwards.
"Eight hundred ninety nine stinkin' bottles of beer on the wall, Eight hundred ninety nine stupid bottles of beer." Syaoran grumbled. Anything- ANYTHING- was better than 'talking' with that freak of nature.
"That's the spirit!" Eriol said enthusiastically as he began to sing along, going slower so Syaoran could fit in a few profanities here and there. 'I wonder how long he'll hold up before he explodes,' Eriol wondered to himself.