=That Dream=
Chapter 2
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Oh. My. God. School couldn't have been any worse.
Did you know the other half of Daidouji is Hiiragizawa? Well, now you do if you didn't, and he has the capability to read my mind! The bastard!
I truly can't believe him, and he thinks that it is his duty and honour to make my life a living hell! Especially making me babble incoherent, inner thoughts to a certain Cherry Blossom. She'll remain nameless. Even though I completely gave her away.
Anyhow, Hiiragizawa wouldn't leave me alone, mind you I was minding my own business. I was just, drifting into other thoughts.
Notoriously known as la-la land, but hey, it's been called other things.
Anyway, Pedro had been getting my reoccurring dream, but it wasn't like others. Yep, this time, I had worn everything but pants, and everyone else was wearing everything but shirts. Yes, everything *but* shirts, the females were wearing bras. I'm not *too* terrible.
You want to know why? WHY!? Well, that would be because we were in art class, something that I wasn't paying any attention to, (Sakura was sitting in front of me, as usual.) and Eriol had decided that he didn't want to pay attention either. Well, not to the lesson anyway. But to what I was thinking, and apparently to where my thoughts were taking me. Or more precisely, Pedro.
You see, Eriol had started to grin rather deviously, and I stared at him with glazed over eyes, not entirely paying attention to what he was saying. All I heard was a couple of mumbles, so to speak.
"Psst!"
"Wha...?" I answered, drooling. Art class is very boring.
"Psst! Descendent, my cute little descendent, listen to me!" Eriol was saying.
I shook my head, as if trying to clear my thoughts. Well, my thoughts didn't go away, because they were just forming. And they were forming into something that I didn't want to see.
Well, not unless it was some morbid fantasy I was having in the comfort of my own home, and not in school with Eriol sitting right across from me. Nope, no siree!
"Syaoran, do you know that you are giving off thoughts? Really, you'd think the future leader of the Li Clan would have more control over who he's transmitting his signals to. I mean, no *telling* who could be on the receiving end of those thoughts."
Eriol just had to be right.
Well, I had thought about this after he had said it, and it made perfect sense.
Sakura could've been on the receiving end of my thoughts! But, I wasn't looking at the whole picture. What I wasn't noticing, was that if Sakura wasn't on the receiving end, Eriol was. And right now, I can't decide who is worse.
Eriol had grinned evilly at me when a look of horror crossed my face. Luckily, Eriol, at the time, hadn't gotten the worst of my thoughts. Only the parts about Pedro thinking about a certain someone. Yeah, being hormonal definitely wasn't helping me. I literally had to put my blazer on top of my lap. Oh boy.
Well, Eriol had tapped into my dreams, as I wasn't being very cautious as he so graciously pointed out to me. He had actually gotten the dream where we were studying this painting, by whom, I don't remember.
But, it was a bunch of women in brassieres, and a couple of men that were half dressed. Needless to say, Sakura was one of the women in the brassieres. Did I tell you I have an over-active imagination? Well, I do.
Sakura (Not that I've been looking!) is pretty well endowed in the chest area. She is practically perfect! Well, in my eyes. I actually don't care about breast size, but hell, I'm a guy. No offense, but what guy doesn't like breasts? I don't know one, and Eriol can't lie to me and say he doesn't, because I caught him whenever he was thinking about a certain Mizuki Kaho and Daidouji Tomoyo, and then I won't even branch off from there.
He's not he only one who is perceptive. But all I have to say is, Eriol has a sick and perverted mind. Very sick and perverted.
Anyhow, Sakura may not be so busty, in that area, so she was the woman in the picture with the nice sized...boobs.
Okay, so I'm sick and perverted, just like Eriol. But like ancestor like descendent! Not that I'm claiming that I'm his descendent, of course.
And, one thing I have to say is, that if Eriol ever spilled the beans to Touya, I'd definitely be one dead quote unquote "Chinese Gaki."
Well, I never fully told you what Eriol did. Not that I really want to, but if you want to understand me and my predicament, you should know.
Eriol was transmitting my thoughts onto paper, and was composing them so he could kindly use them as blackmail. Oh, how wonderful he is! Not!
Hiiragizawa is very artistic, by the way. He could draw what I was picturing. Which is not a good thing, mind you.
Anyhow, he re-sent them into my head, and I was seeing me with nothing but a shirt on, a far cry from normal, but a bit better than being in my birthday suit. Sakura had a bra, she was heavily busted mind you, and she was wearing a skirt. I was the guy she was staring at, and she was waving a feather in my direction.
Don't ask why, but Pedro thought that this was even better than before. And all I could think about was "American Pie®".
Oh yeah, Jim has nothing on me, buddy, nothing at all. Eriol thought this was great fun, so he decided to add a little something to my dream, don't know why I didn't think of this one, but Cerberus was the animal rug that I was standing on.
Ha! Take that, you stuffed-animal!
But, the sad thing was, Touya was serving the drinks on a silver platter.
'Oh boy' once again. Touya had acted quite lively in my dream, because my hand was reaching out to you know what, and it wasn't of my own accord. Touya--dream Touya--didn't care, it was my fault anyhow. He started to chase me around and try to maim me.
I'm a delicate boy, and I was free-balling, much less running around and free-balling at the same time.
Hiiragizawa Eriol is an evil individual, just letting you know. But not just this, he said that I should be thankful that he's so loving and isn't going to tell anyone.
'Loving' is a crackpot, and he's just smoked it.
Anyhow, I've got to finish homework, and wouldn't you know it, draw my version of that painting that we had in art class. That's not fair. Pedro definitely agrees with me, he's a little deflated at the moment.
Dammit. It's all Hiiragizawa's fault!
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End Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Oh. My. God. School couldn't have been any worse.
Did you know the other half of Daidouji is Hiiragizawa? Well, now you do if you didn't, and he has the capability to read my mind! The bastard!
I truly can't believe him, and he thinks that it is his duty and honour to make my life a living hell! Especially making me babble incoherent, inner thoughts to a certain Cherry Blossom. She'll remain nameless. Even though I completely gave her away.
Anyhow, Hiiragizawa wouldn't leave me alone, mind you I was minding my own business. I was just, drifting into other thoughts.
Notoriously known as la-la land, but hey, it's been called other things.
Anyway, Pedro had been getting my reoccurring dream, but it wasn't like others. Yep, this time, I had worn everything but pants, and everyone else was wearing everything but shirts. Yes, everything *but* shirts, the females were wearing bras. I'm not *too* terrible.
You want to know why? WHY!? Well, that would be because we were in art class, something that I wasn't paying any attention to, (Sakura was sitting in front of me, as usual.) and Eriol had decided that he didn't want to pay attention either. Well, not to the lesson anyway. But to what I was thinking, and apparently to where my thoughts were taking me. Or more precisely, Pedro.
You see, Eriol had started to grin rather deviously, and I stared at him with glazed over eyes, not entirely paying attention to what he was saying. All I heard was a couple of mumbles, so to speak.
"Psst!"
"Wha...?" I answered, drooling. Art class is very boring.
"Psst! Descendent, my cute little descendent, listen to me!" Eriol was saying.
I shook my head, as if trying to clear my thoughts. Well, my thoughts didn't go away, because they were just forming. And they were forming into something that I didn't want to see.
Well, not unless it was some morbid fantasy I was having in the comfort of my own home, and not in school with Eriol sitting right across from me. Nope, no siree!
"Syaoran, do you know that you are giving off thoughts? Really, you'd think the future leader of the Li Clan would have more control over who he's transmitting his signals to. I mean, no *telling* who could be on the receiving end of those thoughts."
Eriol just had to be right.
Well, I had thought about this after he had said it, and it made perfect sense.
Sakura could've been on the receiving end of my thoughts! But, I wasn't looking at the whole picture. What I wasn't noticing, was that if Sakura wasn't on the receiving end, Eriol was. And right now, I can't decide who is worse.
Eriol had grinned evilly at me when a look of horror crossed my face. Luckily, Eriol, at the time, hadn't gotten the worst of my thoughts. Only the parts about Pedro thinking about a certain someone. Yeah, being hormonal definitely wasn't helping me. I literally had to put my blazer on top of my lap. Oh boy.
Well, Eriol had tapped into my dreams, as I wasn't being very cautious as he so graciously pointed out to me. He had actually gotten the dream where we were studying this painting, by whom, I don't remember.
But, it was a bunch of women in brassieres, and a couple of men that were half dressed. Needless to say, Sakura was one of the women in the brassieres. Did I tell you I have an over-active imagination? Well, I do.
Sakura (Not that I've been looking!) is pretty well endowed in the chest area. She is practically perfect! Well, in my eyes. I actually don't care about breast size, but hell, I'm a guy. No offense, but what guy doesn't like breasts? I don't know one, and Eriol can't lie to me and say he doesn't, because I caught him whenever he was thinking about a certain Mizuki Kaho and Daidouji Tomoyo, and then I won't even branch off from there.
He's not he only one who is perceptive. But all I have to say is, Eriol has a sick and perverted mind. Very sick and perverted.
Anyhow, Sakura may not be so busty, in that area, so she was the woman in the picture with the nice sized...boobs.
Okay, so I'm sick and perverted, just like Eriol. But like ancestor like descendent! Not that I'm claiming that I'm his descendent, of course.
And, one thing I have to say is, that if Eriol ever spilled the beans to Touya, I'd definitely be one dead quote unquote "Chinese Gaki."
Well, I never fully told you what Eriol did. Not that I really want to, but if you want to understand me and my predicament, you should know.
Eriol was transmitting my thoughts onto paper, and was composing them so he could kindly use them as blackmail. Oh, how wonderful he is! Not!
Hiiragizawa is very artistic, by the way. He could draw what I was picturing. Which is not a good thing, mind you.
Anyhow, he re-sent them into my head, and I was seeing me with nothing but a shirt on, a far cry from normal, but a bit better than being in my birthday suit. Sakura had a bra, she was heavily busted mind you, and she was wearing a skirt. I was the guy she was staring at, and she was waving a feather in my direction.
Don't ask why, but Pedro thought that this was even better than before. And all I could think about was "American Pie®".
Oh yeah, Jim has nothing on me, buddy, nothing at all. Eriol thought this was great fun, so he decided to add a little something to my dream, don't know why I didn't think of this one, but Cerberus was the animal rug that I was standing on.
Ha! Take that, you stuffed-animal!
But, the sad thing was, Touya was serving the drinks on a silver platter.
'Oh boy' once again. Touya had acted quite lively in my dream, because my hand was reaching out to you know what, and it wasn't of my own accord. Touya--dream Touya--didn't care, it was my fault anyhow. He started to chase me around and try to maim me.
I'm a delicate boy, and I was free-balling, much less running around and free-balling at the same time.
Hiiragizawa Eriol is an evil individual, just letting you know. But not just this, he said that I should be thankful that he's so loving and isn't going to tell anyone.
'Loving' is a crackpot, and he's just smoked it.
Anyhow, I've got to finish homework, and wouldn't you know it, draw my version of that painting that we had in art class. That's not fair. Pedro definitely agrees with me, he's a little deflated at the moment.
Dammit. It's all Hiiragizawa's fault!
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End Chapter 2