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Anyway, here is the second chapter...and it is revenge time for the girls! What will they do? *Sniggers* I'm not telling...you'll find out.
All right then, enough of my speeches. Let the Battle begin...
-- Mars Versus Venus
By: XiaoBai
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Chapter2: Clothes.
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For many days, the girls had ignored the boys totally. They even change their own seats so the class ended up having the boys on one side and the girls on the other side. Both sexes were not talking to each other unless necessary and even the couples weren't together. It was damn depressing.
After about a week later, the girls started speaking to the boys and their seats were back to the normal positions. Syaoran felt relieved as he was having difficulties in his Japanese essay again and since he had sworn *never* to ask any help for homework from Eriol, he get to ask assistance from Tomoyo and Sakura. Yet, although the girls were communicating properly with them again, Syaoran was not stupid enough to think that Sakura had forgiven them. Nor had he believed that Tomoyo was going to let them off easily. But the days passed uneventfully and just when the boys starts to lower their own guard...
" Holy Crap! Where the heck is my--!"
--Such cries were heard in the house of every male of the class.
The girls had strike again.
==
Oh, it was a fine morning, of course. Everything *bad* always happen on a great morning. Li Syaoran had woken up that Monday morning, still a little woozy from his sleep and had rose to do all those normal stuffs he does every morning; Brushing of teeth, going to the loo, taking a short shower and changing into his school uniform.
Which, he had just discovered, isn't in his cabinet. So were all his other clothes. Trousers, T-shirts, tank tops, track pants, his *robes* and all the other articles of clothing were *gone*. Syaoran stared open-mouth at the empty cupboard for a few seconds before shouting all the curses he know in every language he could think of.
Still wondering what the heck he could do when all of his clothes were stolen and he only had his boxers on, Syaoran suddenly spy a black and white cloth sticking out of his drawer. Quickly, he pulled open the drawer, happy to have at least something decent to wear and immediately felt the nerve at the end of his cheek twitching.
It was a tight fitting costume that consisted of a black small and tight waistcoat, a short black tights and a bandana. The waistcoat was decorated with just a single white strip down the front. Syaoran examined it for a moment before reaching over and grabbing the telephone. He hit a speed dial and waited for the person at the other end to pick it up.
"Hello--" The voice started, but Syaoran interrupted that person before he or her can continue.
" Get me Terada-sensei, NOW!" He growled, staring at the costume in front of him.
A few moments later, the teacher's voice was heard.
" Hello? Who's that?"
" Sensei. I'm Li Syaoran. I'm not coming to school today." Syaoran deadpanned. The teacher was silent for a moment before continuing.
" Is there a reason, Li-san?"
"Uh...someone stole my whole wardrobe out."
There was another silence and Syaoran could picture his teacher raising his eyebrow.
" Really? Well, I have been receiving such calls from the other boys too, and all of them had the same reason of having their cabinet cleaned out."
" But sir, all I had left is...is...erm, this black waistcoat stuff. And I don't really think I can wear that to school, you know."
" Hmm...is that the only clothing you have?"
" Yes. There is nothing left except this thingy and my boxers..."
" ...Okay then. You shall wear that clothing until you get a new set of uniform. I'll speak to the teachers and the principal about this incident."
" What? But, sensei, this *clothing* is...outrageous!"
"Well, you have no choice, Li-san. I will call the other boys about it too. Now stop arguing with me and get to school now! You are almost late."
Terada-sensei hung up the whole and Syaoran slammed the receiver down.
He cursed again.
==
Syaoran had arrived in the class from the window, preferring to be unseen from the rest of the school. He didn't want anybody looking at his strange get up, nor did he want any girls to see it *yet*. He slumped into his seat sulkily and waited for the arrival of his classmates.
A few moments later, a 'pop' was heard and Eriol appeared by his seat, scowling like hell and had dragged the chair out noisily and angrily. Syaoran turned and eyed Eriol for a moment before starting to snort and choke. Eriol glared at Syaoran and snapped, " What is so funny?"
Syaoran snorted louder and said slowly, " That...that pants."
Eriol was wearing a baby blue Chinese top and his pants were down to his knees only and had very puffy edges. The shoes were baby blue too and there were ribbons at the tip of the shoes. It seemed that the girls had not let the shoes off either. Syaoran had found himself wearing big black and white shoes, which is totally uncomfortable.
Eriol sighed, " You think so too? And Nakuru was squealing to me how cute I am...man...those girls are dead meat. I tried borrowing some clothes from Nakuru, but it seemed that the girls got her help..."
Syaoran shuddered and shook his head. Eriol looked at him for a moment before continuing, " You know, you look nice in that."
Syaoran blinked twice and then looked incredulously at Eriol.
" What? You mean this?" He pointed at his costume. Eriol shrugged and continued, " Well, it is kind of classy, don't you think? At least it is better than mine..."
Syaoran snorted and sat back into his seat, " I bet this is all Tomoyo's work."
" Right you are. But my money is on Sakura *pleading* with Tomoyo to let you wear that. Tomoyo just make me wear this to spite me."
" J-Just shut up!"
-- --
The rest of the boys arrived not long after Eriol appeared. It seemed that the same ideas had gone through the boys' mind.
A) Get to school early so no one will see them *yet*.
B) Kill the girls.
C) If we can't kill the girls, then think of a cruel payback the girls deserve.
D) Kill the girls.
When the slow and almost too purposeful footsteps of the girls were heard, it was decided that the boys hold a meeting later on at Syaoran's house (due to the fact that his house is the only sheltered place where there is no existence of females) and that they must not let this *small* idea of the girls spoil their day.
The girls filled into the class all at once, which means that they had been meeting and planning early on. This, Syaoran thought darkly, was not a good sign as it means that the girls might be ready for anything the boys would throw at them.
Anyway, as Sakura slid into her seat beside Syaoran, the little wolf caught a sly grin on her face and immediately flushed, not with embarrassment but with anger.
" Ohayo, Syaoran-kun." Sakura said sweetly, pretending not to notice the strange get up.
Syaoran scowled darkly at the cherry blossom. " Morning, Sakura." He drawled dangerously.
Sakura smiled and then gasped in mock surprise, " Why, Syaoran-kun. You are not wearing your school uniform!"
Syaoran narrowed his eyes and growled, " All thanks to you."
As the girls and boys exchanged dark looks at each other, Eriol was oddly calm. Tomoyo smiled at him and said politely, " How do you like your clothes, Eriol-kun?"
Eriol smiled brightly, " So! You finally admit it then. Well, its all right." He tugged at the sleeve, " Makes me look *so* Chinese. Reminds me of the days when Keroberos forced Clow to wear those luminous green dress robes to a fellow mage's party." He shook his head in mock unhappiness, " Those were the days. But then," this time, Eriol's mouth curled into a thin cruel smirk, " I doubt you will be off very well."
Tomoyo felt the hair on her neck stiffen and she managed a strain smile before the teacher stepped in.
" My. Is there a fancy dress party or is my eye malfunctioning?" the teacher asked in surprised.
Syaoran groaned softly. This is going to be a long day.
-- --
As the day *painfully* dragged by, Syaoran caught himself dreaming for his home in Hong Kong even though it means tough training. He shook his head and turned his concentration back to the teacher, who was current droning something about velocity being the rate of change of acceleration...or is acceleration the rate of change of velocity? Syaoran shook his head again.
" I'm going to be confuse at this rate..." He muttered. Then, he sat upright and grabbed his pencil. Then, on his textbook, he begin writing battle plans; Tricks worth using on the girls and cruel enough. At that moment, Syaoran stopped himself and looked around at the boys in the class.
'At this rate,' he thought, ' our pranks will soon lead to the usage of magic...' He frowned, 'Is it necessary to reveal ourselves?' He felt someone staring at him and turned. Eriol eyed him with the same question in his eyes. He frowned again and asked another question silently.
What should we do?
-- --
That night, the boys got to Syaoran's house punctually, yet they all had a bitter expression on their face. It seemed that their clothes were not returned to them yet and from the looks of everything, the girls wouldn't be giving them back so soon.
The silence was very intense as the 16 dejected looking boys in their oh-so- horrible clothes sat in a ring in Syaoran's living room.
Finally, Syaoran sucked in a deep breath and looked up, his eyes shining with determination.
" Guys! We mustn't loose hope like this! We *must* do something!"
The rest of the boys looked at Syaoran, some hope beginning to leak into their eyes. Eriol nodded and then continued, " We must separate groups to deal with different problems. First: our clothes. Anyone had any friends who can lend us some decent clothes? Oh yeah, preferably uniforms."
The rest of the boys started to talk and discuss and Syaoran smiled. He eyed Eriol meaningfully and then stood up.
" Guys, I'll leave you here for a while. Eriol and I are going out to get an ally."
The other boys nodded and went back to their discussions.
" So, you have any ideas yet?" Syaoran asked, as the two of them jumped from rooftop to rooftop.
Eriol looked thoughtful for a moment, dodged an antenna, and nodded slightly, " Yeah, just a small idea...but I'll ask Touya-san for advice if I were you."
Syaoran grimaced and almost crashed into the branches of a huge tree.
" I was hoping you wouldn't say that."
==
Kinomoto Touya was currently rolling on the floor of the Kinomoto household laughing his head off while the two young magician stood there, scowling angrily.
" Will you cut it out already?!" Syaoran yelled, pouncing on Touya and grabbed him by the neck.
Syaoran continued grumbling aloud while his hands were still having a grim hold on Touya's neck. Eriol remained nonchalantly on the living room sofa. It was only when Touya began to turn blue and make choking sounds then did Eriol rose calmly and *slowly* out of his seat and pried Syaoran's fingers off Touya's neck.
" Let me go, Eriol! Let me kill that git!" Syaoran struggled as Eriol smiled rather evilly. He turned and looked at the rather blue Touya for a moment before saying slowly.
" Blue? Hmm...I think I have a perfect idea for a prank..."
==
The two magicians got back to their 'fortress' (Syaoran's house) and gathered the other boys again to reveal the great revenge.
" We'll attack tomorrow. If the girls are going to let us wear this thing for the whole week, they will be doing the same too." Syaoran said grimly, his hand spread wide on their battle plan. Eriol nodded and continued, " Therefore, we must get the materials ready by tonight. Anyone unable to stay late?"
A few hands were raised and Syaoran frowned, " Well...you guys will have to come to school early tomorrow then-- As early as possible. Class starts at 8.00a.m, and the girls always comes in together at 7.50a.m. So we have to be there by 7.00a.m. Get it, everyone? 7.00a.m on the time."
The few boys nodded and left. Syaoran turned back to the remaining boys and smirked.
" Let's get to work, boys. We've got lots to do."
==
At 7.50, Syaoran was already seated at his desk, his legs propped up on the table and his arms crossed. He was staring expectantly at the door, counting mentally to himself the number of seconds left before the girls came in.
Five...
He could feel Sakura's aura closing in.
Four...
Sakura was one more step to the door.
Three...
Her hand was on the handle.
Two...
The handle was twisted.
One...
The door was opened.
Zero...
SPLASH!
" AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
==
Hah! Chapter 2 is done!!
Can anyone guess what is this prank the boys are doing? Hehehehehee...it is a very simple prank actually, but some parts of it are altered.
Anyway, hope you like this chapter...and thanks for all the reviews again! I love you guys!
Okay, up next, the boys' revenge is successful and the girls are seriously pissed off. What will they do? Will their next payback prank be even more terrible than their previous one? Stay tuned for Mars Versus Venues: Chapter 3.
Hon Na Na!!
Anyway, here is the second chapter...and it is revenge time for the girls! What will they do? *Sniggers* I'm not telling...you'll find out.
All right then, enough of my speeches. Let the Battle begin...
-- Mars Versus Venus
By: XiaoBai
--
Chapter2: Clothes.
--
--
For many days, the girls had ignored the boys totally. They even change their own seats so the class ended up having the boys on one side and the girls on the other side. Both sexes were not talking to each other unless necessary and even the couples weren't together. It was damn depressing.
After about a week later, the girls started speaking to the boys and their seats were back to the normal positions. Syaoran felt relieved as he was having difficulties in his Japanese essay again and since he had sworn *never* to ask any help for homework from Eriol, he get to ask assistance from Tomoyo and Sakura. Yet, although the girls were communicating properly with them again, Syaoran was not stupid enough to think that Sakura had forgiven them. Nor had he believed that Tomoyo was going to let them off easily. But the days passed uneventfully and just when the boys starts to lower their own guard...
" Holy Crap! Where the heck is my--!"
--Such cries were heard in the house of every male of the class.
The girls had strike again.
==
Oh, it was a fine morning, of course. Everything *bad* always happen on a great morning. Li Syaoran had woken up that Monday morning, still a little woozy from his sleep and had rose to do all those normal stuffs he does every morning; Brushing of teeth, going to the loo, taking a short shower and changing into his school uniform.
Which, he had just discovered, isn't in his cabinet. So were all his other clothes. Trousers, T-shirts, tank tops, track pants, his *robes* and all the other articles of clothing were *gone*. Syaoran stared open-mouth at the empty cupboard for a few seconds before shouting all the curses he know in every language he could think of.
Still wondering what the heck he could do when all of his clothes were stolen and he only had his boxers on, Syaoran suddenly spy a black and white cloth sticking out of his drawer. Quickly, he pulled open the drawer, happy to have at least something decent to wear and immediately felt the nerve at the end of his cheek twitching.
It was a tight fitting costume that consisted of a black small and tight waistcoat, a short black tights and a bandana. The waistcoat was decorated with just a single white strip down the front. Syaoran examined it for a moment before reaching over and grabbing the telephone. He hit a speed dial and waited for the person at the other end to pick it up.
"Hello--" The voice started, but Syaoran interrupted that person before he or her can continue.
" Get me Terada-sensei, NOW!" He growled, staring at the costume in front of him.
A few moments later, the teacher's voice was heard.
" Hello? Who's that?"
" Sensei. I'm Li Syaoran. I'm not coming to school today." Syaoran deadpanned. The teacher was silent for a moment before continuing.
" Is there a reason, Li-san?"
"Uh...someone stole my whole wardrobe out."
There was another silence and Syaoran could picture his teacher raising his eyebrow.
" Really? Well, I have been receiving such calls from the other boys too, and all of them had the same reason of having their cabinet cleaned out."
" But sir, all I had left is...is...erm, this black waistcoat stuff. And I don't really think I can wear that to school, you know."
" Hmm...is that the only clothing you have?"
" Yes. There is nothing left except this thingy and my boxers..."
" ...Okay then. You shall wear that clothing until you get a new set of uniform. I'll speak to the teachers and the principal about this incident."
" What? But, sensei, this *clothing* is...outrageous!"
"Well, you have no choice, Li-san. I will call the other boys about it too. Now stop arguing with me and get to school now! You are almost late."
Terada-sensei hung up the whole and Syaoran slammed the receiver down.
He cursed again.
==
Syaoran had arrived in the class from the window, preferring to be unseen from the rest of the school. He didn't want anybody looking at his strange get up, nor did he want any girls to see it *yet*. He slumped into his seat sulkily and waited for the arrival of his classmates.
A few moments later, a 'pop' was heard and Eriol appeared by his seat, scowling like hell and had dragged the chair out noisily and angrily. Syaoran turned and eyed Eriol for a moment before starting to snort and choke. Eriol glared at Syaoran and snapped, " What is so funny?"
Syaoran snorted louder and said slowly, " That...that pants."
Eriol was wearing a baby blue Chinese top and his pants were down to his knees only and had very puffy edges. The shoes were baby blue too and there were ribbons at the tip of the shoes. It seemed that the girls had not let the shoes off either. Syaoran had found himself wearing big black and white shoes, which is totally uncomfortable.
Eriol sighed, " You think so too? And Nakuru was squealing to me how cute I am...man...those girls are dead meat. I tried borrowing some clothes from Nakuru, but it seemed that the girls got her help..."
Syaoran shuddered and shook his head. Eriol looked at him for a moment before continuing, " You know, you look nice in that."
Syaoran blinked twice and then looked incredulously at Eriol.
" What? You mean this?" He pointed at his costume. Eriol shrugged and continued, " Well, it is kind of classy, don't you think? At least it is better than mine..."
Syaoran snorted and sat back into his seat, " I bet this is all Tomoyo's work."
" Right you are. But my money is on Sakura *pleading* with Tomoyo to let you wear that. Tomoyo just make me wear this to spite me."
" J-Just shut up!"
-- --
The rest of the boys arrived not long after Eriol appeared. It seemed that the same ideas had gone through the boys' mind.
A) Get to school early so no one will see them *yet*.
B) Kill the girls.
C) If we can't kill the girls, then think of a cruel payback the girls deserve.
D) Kill the girls.
When the slow and almost too purposeful footsteps of the girls were heard, it was decided that the boys hold a meeting later on at Syaoran's house (due to the fact that his house is the only sheltered place where there is no existence of females) and that they must not let this *small* idea of the girls spoil their day.
The girls filled into the class all at once, which means that they had been meeting and planning early on. This, Syaoran thought darkly, was not a good sign as it means that the girls might be ready for anything the boys would throw at them.
Anyway, as Sakura slid into her seat beside Syaoran, the little wolf caught a sly grin on her face and immediately flushed, not with embarrassment but with anger.
" Ohayo, Syaoran-kun." Sakura said sweetly, pretending not to notice the strange get up.
Syaoran scowled darkly at the cherry blossom. " Morning, Sakura." He drawled dangerously.
Sakura smiled and then gasped in mock surprise, " Why, Syaoran-kun. You are not wearing your school uniform!"
Syaoran narrowed his eyes and growled, " All thanks to you."
As the girls and boys exchanged dark looks at each other, Eriol was oddly calm. Tomoyo smiled at him and said politely, " How do you like your clothes, Eriol-kun?"
Eriol smiled brightly, " So! You finally admit it then. Well, its all right." He tugged at the sleeve, " Makes me look *so* Chinese. Reminds me of the days when Keroberos forced Clow to wear those luminous green dress robes to a fellow mage's party." He shook his head in mock unhappiness, " Those were the days. But then," this time, Eriol's mouth curled into a thin cruel smirk, " I doubt you will be off very well."
Tomoyo felt the hair on her neck stiffen and she managed a strain smile before the teacher stepped in.
" My. Is there a fancy dress party or is my eye malfunctioning?" the teacher asked in surprised.
Syaoran groaned softly. This is going to be a long day.
-- --
As the day *painfully* dragged by, Syaoran caught himself dreaming for his home in Hong Kong even though it means tough training. He shook his head and turned his concentration back to the teacher, who was current droning something about velocity being the rate of change of acceleration...or is acceleration the rate of change of velocity? Syaoran shook his head again.
" I'm going to be confuse at this rate..." He muttered. Then, he sat upright and grabbed his pencil. Then, on his textbook, he begin writing battle plans; Tricks worth using on the girls and cruel enough. At that moment, Syaoran stopped himself and looked around at the boys in the class.
'At this rate,' he thought, ' our pranks will soon lead to the usage of magic...' He frowned, 'Is it necessary to reveal ourselves?' He felt someone staring at him and turned. Eriol eyed him with the same question in his eyes. He frowned again and asked another question silently.
What should we do?
-- --
That night, the boys got to Syaoran's house punctually, yet they all had a bitter expression on their face. It seemed that their clothes were not returned to them yet and from the looks of everything, the girls wouldn't be giving them back so soon.
The silence was very intense as the 16 dejected looking boys in their oh-so- horrible clothes sat in a ring in Syaoran's living room.
Finally, Syaoran sucked in a deep breath and looked up, his eyes shining with determination.
" Guys! We mustn't loose hope like this! We *must* do something!"
The rest of the boys looked at Syaoran, some hope beginning to leak into their eyes. Eriol nodded and then continued, " We must separate groups to deal with different problems. First: our clothes. Anyone had any friends who can lend us some decent clothes? Oh yeah, preferably uniforms."
The rest of the boys started to talk and discuss and Syaoran smiled. He eyed Eriol meaningfully and then stood up.
" Guys, I'll leave you here for a while. Eriol and I are going out to get an ally."
The other boys nodded and went back to their discussions.
" So, you have any ideas yet?" Syaoran asked, as the two of them jumped from rooftop to rooftop.
Eriol looked thoughtful for a moment, dodged an antenna, and nodded slightly, " Yeah, just a small idea...but I'll ask Touya-san for advice if I were you."
Syaoran grimaced and almost crashed into the branches of a huge tree.
" I was hoping you wouldn't say that."
==
Kinomoto Touya was currently rolling on the floor of the Kinomoto household laughing his head off while the two young magician stood there, scowling angrily.
" Will you cut it out already?!" Syaoran yelled, pouncing on Touya and grabbed him by the neck.
Syaoran continued grumbling aloud while his hands were still having a grim hold on Touya's neck. Eriol remained nonchalantly on the living room sofa. It was only when Touya began to turn blue and make choking sounds then did Eriol rose calmly and *slowly* out of his seat and pried Syaoran's fingers off Touya's neck.
" Let me go, Eriol! Let me kill that git!" Syaoran struggled as Eriol smiled rather evilly. He turned and looked at the rather blue Touya for a moment before saying slowly.
" Blue? Hmm...I think I have a perfect idea for a prank..."
==
The two magicians got back to their 'fortress' (Syaoran's house) and gathered the other boys again to reveal the great revenge.
" We'll attack tomorrow. If the girls are going to let us wear this thing for the whole week, they will be doing the same too." Syaoran said grimly, his hand spread wide on their battle plan. Eriol nodded and continued, " Therefore, we must get the materials ready by tonight. Anyone unable to stay late?"
A few hands were raised and Syaoran frowned, " Well...you guys will have to come to school early tomorrow then-- As early as possible. Class starts at 8.00a.m, and the girls always comes in together at 7.50a.m. So we have to be there by 7.00a.m. Get it, everyone? 7.00a.m on the time."
The few boys nodded and left. Syaoran turned back to the remaining boys and smirked.
" Let's get to work, boys. We've got lots to do."
==
At 7.50, Syaoran was already seated at his desk, his legs propped up on the table and his arms crossed. He was staring expectantly at the door, counting mentally to himself the number of seconds left before the girls came in.
Five...
He could feel Sakura's aura closing in.
Four...
Sakura was one more step to the door.
Three...
Her hand was on the handle.
Two...
The handle was twisted.
One...
The door was opened.
Zero...
SPLASH!
" AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
==
Hah! Chapter 2 is done!!
Can anyone guess what is this prank the boys are doing? Hehehehehee...it is a very simple prank actually, but some parts of it are altered.
Anyway, hope you like this chapter...and thanks for all the reviews again! I love you guys!
Okay, up next, the boys' revenge is successful and the girls are seriously pissed off. What will they do? Will their next payback prank be even more terrible than their previous one? Stay tuned for Mars Versus Venues: Chapter 3.
Hon Na Na!!