All in the Game of Love

Ok, ok! Throw the potatos and eggs at me! I know I'm late for this chapter like…..a zillion minutes? Anyway, FF.Net was down and I couldn't update when I could! And the past few days b4 that was filled with schedule after schedule after school so I couldn't get the 4th chappie done. Lazy as a girl I am, I'm trying to write this 4th chappie when I think I should be studying… Well, WHATEVA.

Hehe, enjoy!

As always

Mysterio000

p.s. the almighty one!

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"So who is she?"

Eriol widened his eyes as his father walked down the grand stairs of their mansion. Mr. Ethan Hiiragizawa looked exactly like his son with the same pair of dark azure eyes and floopy matching hair. His character blended more to the solemn side and he always meant business with everything he did, unlike Eriol.

"…Who?" Eriol struggled to find the right words although he knew exactly what his father was pin-pointing.

"Lies do not work, Eriol." Ethan answered with the same I-mean-business tone.

Eriol gave a shrug as he leant back on the sofa, "Just…a friend."

"And I will repeat the same sentence again. Lies do not work." Ethan eyed his son once more who finally succumbed to his question.

"…Her name is Tomoyo."

"And?"

"Why do you care?" Eriol unexpectedly spat out, rolling his eyes.

Ethan undid his tie as he gave his son a gentle squeeze on his shoulder, "Bring her back home someday."

Eriol almost choked on the cup of coke he was sipping, "E-Excuse me?"

His father wore a glint in his eyes, something that Eriol had not seen in years, as he made his way into the kitchen for some toast, "You heard me."

"Whatever." Eriol rolled his eyes, "Say anything you want."

Silence.

"By the way, why are you back?" Eriol asked, the question tugging on his heart ever since he met with Dad at the funfair awhile ago.

"I managed to clinch a deal here." Ethan replied, returning back to the living room with a cup of hot coffee and toast.

"Oh. Business." Eriol flatly muttered.

"…But most importantly, I am here to see you." Ethan said, looking into his son's eyes, "You've changed a lot."

"Naturally." Eriol shrugged, feeling the awkward tension between him and his father once more.

His father was a business man in the United States, managing huge hotels and restaurants everywhere. He would return to England every public holidays whenever there was a chance but as for the past few months, he was too busy with his own schedule that he had left Eriol on his own two feet. With the distances spread between the two, it was no wonder that they were almost complete strangers to each other.

"How's…Mom?" Eriol asked out of the blue.

"Theresa is alright." Ethan sighed as he took another sip from the cup, "I meet her every now and then in the States to make sure she's fine. She's doing quite well actually."

"Oh." Eriol managed a short reply. What more could he say? He was never close to his mother either. He only remembered the last time he saw her was a year ago on Christmas. She only returned when she had the chance to and most of the time, she was busy working as a fashion designer. His parents were not divorced of course. They had a steady relationship. It was their aspirations for pursuing their careers that caused them to separate in the States.

"Well, I have to rush off for work now. I'll see you tonight, Eriol. Free for a late dinner together?" Ethan suggested as he packed his briefcase.

"…Yea sure." Eriol said hesitantly as his father nodded a wave and left the house.

It wasn't until Eriol made sure he heard his father's car drived out of the garage that he let go of his breath.

"Whatever." Eriol said as he stood up, heading for his bedroom for a good time with his powerful hi-5 system again.

*

The door slided open as Eriol stepped into the door. Glancing around the room, he sat on his usual seat at the front again. Same usual stuff to start off another school day. Not much students were hanging around yet. They would probably make their way up soon.

"So what did your dad say about me?" A voice chirped from behind.

Eriol sighed in annoyance, "Go away." He could have sworn he hadn't seen her around awhile ago. How the hell did she get there, anyway?

"Aw, come on. Did he say I was cute?" Tomoyo teased as she pulled a chair beside me.

"Puh-lease." Eriol rolled his eyes, preparing for a hard time with that girl's questionings.

"So so?" Tomoyo urged Eriol as he ignored her, working on his Math sums easily. He practically breezed through the whole worksheets. Tomoyo sulked as she stood up, "Fine if you refuse to say a thing. I'll find your dad then!"

What the hell…

"…You don't know him." Eriol muttered.

"Oh, really? Let me think again. Ethan Hiiragizawa, manager of five hotels in the United States and--"

"Ok, stop!" Eriol practically had to resist the urge of rubbing his temples to make sure he was still sane.

"Ok, so what?" Tomoyo leant forward, sparing Eriol no mercy of letting go of the topic. Of course the latter knew there was no escape this time.

"…He said nothing. He didn't even ask. He doesn't care." Eriol replied simply as he continued working with his sums.

"Aw…Alright then." Tomoyo stood back up and shot Eriol the same cheerful smile, "Hey, wanna accompany me to the CD shop after school? I need to get another album."

Eriol rolled his eyes. Talk about hip-hop. This girl was one who didn't gave a miss for new hip-hop albums. Though he didn't know her too well, she was famous for her hip-hop style and character from top to bottom. She carried hip-hop magazines to school and got confiscated by teachers during lessons every now and then when she read it instead of paying attention. Her Discmans had been displayed on many teachers' desk and her backpack was just stuffed with…hip-hop stuff. There was no stopping her.

"Well?" Tomoyo waited for a response.

"…I've got homework." That was a lie from the blue-eyed boy of course. He just hated been seen around the girl everywhere. He didn't have an answer on why though.

"Aw, come on! I'll tell Syaoran you refused to--"

"Ok, you win!" Eriol threw up his hands with frustration, "Now leave me alone!"

"Of course I will. The teacher is here." Tomoyo giggled with the usual sparkle in her eyes as she hopped back to her seat.

*

The entire day passed almost normally with Tomoyo carrying her optimistic character around Eriol and the latter muttering complains under his breath. Of course they hung out together during lunch break and Tomoyo even ate half of Eriol's share when he didn't allowed it.

Of course, by the end of the day, Eriol was at a loss of how to handle the girl and Tomoyo, as usual, was happy as ever.

"Come on! I've got to get it!" Tomoyo exclaimed as she pulled Eriol through the crowded CD shop, running to a certain rack before grabbing an album off the shelf, "Yes! This is the one!"

Eriol folded his arms, frowning, "Another hip-hop album? Don't you ever get sick of them?"

"Do you ever get sick of basketball?" Tomoyo shot back with a smirk that said I've-got-you-there. And of course, the whole school knew Eriol could not survive without a game of basketball a week. He was a great player, one of the best in Shades. He knew the rules like the back of his palm, he knew what to do out there at the court as though he was born to know. It was his love.

"…Whatever." Eriol uttered as Tomoyo paid for the album at the cashier.

"Come on, let's go." Tomoyo took his hand once more, rushing out of the CD shop.

"Where?" Eriol asked exasperatedly, wearing an expression that read not-again.

"I saw this really cool outfit at the mall last week! I'm gonna get it today!" Tomoyo giggled, though she knew exactly well that Eriol didn't enjoy it abit.

"And of course, we'll shop for some stuff for you, too." She winked, mischief rolling up her sleeves.

"What for?" Eriol asked, though knowing whatever his retorts or protests would prove fruitless for a girl like Tomoyo.

"You're my boyfriend, remember? And a girlfriend has the right to choose everything for her guy, isn't it?" Tomoyo teased.

"…"

*

"This looks good on you." Tomoyo commented, grabbing a navy blue jersey before flashing it at Eriol, "How is it?"

"Well," Eriol stuck his hands in his pockets, "Whatever."

"How about this? Grey?" Tomoyo winced as she looked at the price tag, "Forget it. Grey isn't your color, anyway. And this! Black!" She pulled out the black basketball jersey from the shelf and handed it to Eriol, "Come on, go try it on and let me see it!"

"I'm not going to pay for it." Eriol muttered.

"Whoever said you are?" Tomoyo giggled as she pushed Eriol into the changing room, "Come on, get in. I'll get more for you."

And of course, Eriol came out of the changing room looking good and Tomoyo bought the jersey for him right away.

"I was just joking." Eriol said, grabbing the money notes that Tomoyo was about to pay the cashier, "I'll pay on my own. I'm a big kid."

"Aw but--" Tomoyo was about to protest when he spoke.

"You're my girlfriend, remember? Listen to whatever I say." He unconsciously blurted out as he paid the cashier.

"Thank you! That was the nicest sentence you ever said to me, Eriol!" Tomoyo teased as Eriol mentally slapped himself in the face for blurting that out.

"Forget it." Eriol frowned as Tomoyo handed him the plastic bag with his jersey in it, "Alright, I'm just teasing you. Here, don't be angry. I'll get some ice cream for you."

And for the next 2 hours, Tomoyo was dragging Eriol to almost every shop that existed in the mall. He didn't mind, of course. She was helping him to pick out stuff that suit him and that was something he really needed right now. He had grown sick of his wardrobe and he needed an entirely new one.

He complained, he whined, he frowned.

But there was something he never told her nor anybody.

He really liked her taste. Everything suited him to a T.

*

"How old do you?" Tomoyo suddenly asked out of the blue as both of them headed to the nearest train station back home. Their hands were full with packages and plastic bags. It was a comical sight that never missed anybody's sight.

"…Eighteen. I thought you knew better."

"Just as I guessed. Are you licensed to…you know, drive?" That question left him astounded for a moment.

"Well, not yet. Why?" He didn't want to know what she was about to ask. She could be the most unpredictable girl in the world. At times, she could say the darnest things that could drill you high up in the wall that you would have no way of answering.

"Do you ride a bike?" She asked.

Silence.

"Not a bicycle. A bike powered with engines." Tomoyo giggled, trying to ease Eriol's tight expression, "You know, a motorbike."

"Oh." He went silent. That was something nobody should know. He KNEW how to ride a bike. He loved riding one. But his father didn't allow him to ride it until he reached 21. At the age of 16, he had learnt the basics of motor biking when his father got one. He had illegally rode it around the garage when his dad was away.

To sum it all up, he was a great rider. The last time he rode was only a few days ago when he had to collect his homework from his friend. He was really dangerous on the bike.

"You have to answer my question, Eriol." Tomoyo winked, knowing jolly well that Eriol was a biker.

"How did you know?" Eriol asked, curiosity written all over his face.

Tomoyo laughed lightly, "I should have guess. Take me on a ride one day?"

Silence.

"I'm not allowed to ride it actually." Eriol said matter-of-factly.

"Rules are for breaking." Tomoyo stated.

Rules? Eriol knew no rules. He broke many of them as he grew older. He played tricks on teachers in his youngest school days. He played truant many a times in elementary school. Now in Shades, he was known for bullying and scaring the wits out of students he never liked.

Of course, this was Eriol Hiiragizawa, and he never got caught for everything. Not once. He was smart, he was brave, he came up with a thousand excuses for everything. Because he didn't lack in the brains nor looks department, teachers adored him and looked upon him.

Rules didn't exist in his dictionary at all.

"You're right." Eriol answered as he broke into a small smile, "Rules ARE for breaking."

Curious for Tomoyo saying something so BAD like this, he looked at her, "From where did you learn that phrase from?"

A big smile painted her lips.

"You taught it to me."

He shrugged as both continued their way to the train station. Both were arguing so much with each other that they never noticed a whole group of ladies from Shades were following them in a distance.

They were known as the FEAT. The group was formed only a few days ago.

And what did FEAT meant?

Forever Eriol, Anti Tomoyo.

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END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cool, huh! Hehe. Oh btw, I seriously have no idea if trains are widely used in England so spare me if any detail is wrong! I've never been there b4!!!

Enjoy and r n r k!

As always

Mysterio000

p.s. the almighty one!