Chapter Eleven
"Hiiragizawa, can't you DO something about this hurricane?!" Syaoran yelled. Here he was, standing next to the reincarnation of Clow Reed, and said reincarnation wasn't DOING anything. It was frustrating, to say the least.
"Of course I can do something," Eriol replied patiently, looking up from over the top of his book.
"Well, then do whatever it is that you CAN do!"
"It isn't that simple."
"Why the fuck not?!"
"Come now, my kawaii descendent. Surely you don't think that I would want to trifle with the weather formations/patterns that are creating this?"
"....." "Ok, even I have to admit that he's right, but I don't have to do that to his face. After all 'Silence is golden'!"
"...Am I interpreting your silence correctly when I assume that you are in agreement with me?" Eriol's statement was greeted with more silence. "Very, well then," at this point, Eriol jabbed his finger into the air, "to the basement!" Syaoran sweat dropped.
~*The Basement*~
"Did you ever consider cleaning this place?" Syaoran shook his head, partially in disgust, partially because he was trying to repress a sneeze. The basement was very dusty, and crammed full of boxes.
"Once in a while." Syaoran sweat dropped, again. He then proceeded to find a place to sit. Syaoran eventually found one in the form of trunk. Eriol found an old fold-up chair.
They're conversation went something like this:
"........"
".....-_-;;....."
"........."
"....want to play gin?" Eriol asked.
"....."
"Heellloooo. Earth calling to Syaoran, come in Syaoran."
"........."
"Time for the drastic measures, then. OH MY GOD!!!! SYAORAN!!! IT'S YOUR SISTERS!!!!" Syaoran fell off the trunk.
"W...w...what? Where?!?!?" Syaoran spluttered.
"You sisters."
"Yeah, what about them."
"They're in Hong Kong."
"No, you're joking."
"I can assure you that I am not."
"....." -_-*
"Heh." ^_^
"....so, you wanna play gin?"
"....."
"Okay, I'll just assume you're saying yes, then.
~Ok, this chapter was just fluff. FLUFF!!!! I HATE YOU FLUFF....but hate is to strong a word...fine! I DESPISE YOU FLUFF...FOR THE MOMENT!!!
"Hiiragizawa, can't you DO something about this hurricane?!" Syaoran yelled. Here he was, standing next to the reincarnation of Clow Reed, and said reincarnation wasn't DOING anything. It was frustrating, to say the least.
"Of course I can do something," Eriol replied patiently, looking up from over the top of his book.
"Well, then do whatever it is that you CAN do!"
"It isn't that simple."
"Why the fuck not?!"
"Come now, my kawaii descendent. Surely you don't think that I would want to trifle with the weather formations/patterns that are creating this?"
"....." "Ok, even I have to admit that he's right, but I don't have to do that to his face. After all 'Silence is golden'!"
"...Am I interpreting your silence correctly when I assume that you are in agreement with me?" Eriol's statement was greeted with more silence. "Very, well then," at this point, Eriol jabbed his finger into the air, "to the basement!" Syaoran sweat dropped.
~*The Basement*~
"Did you ever consider cleaning this place?" Syaoran shook his head, partially in disgust, partially because he was trying to repress a sneeze. The basement was very dusty, and crammed full of boxes.
"Once in a while." Syaoran sweat dropped, again. He then proceeded to find a place to sit. Syaoran eventually found one in the form of trunk. Eriol found an old fold-up chair.
They're conversation went something like this:
"........"
".....-_-;;....."
"........."
"....want to play gin?" Eriol asked.
"....."
"Heellloooo. Earth calling to Syaoran, come in Syaoran."
"........."
"Time for the drastic measures, then. OH MY GOD!!!! SYAORAN!!! IT'S YOUR SISTERS!!!!" Syaoran fell off the trunk.
"W...w...what? Where?!?!?" Syaoran spluttered.
"You sisters."
"Yeah, what about them."
"They're in Hong Kong."
"No, you're joking."
"I can assure you that I am not."
"....." -_-*
"Heh." ^_^
"....so, you wanna play gin?"
"....."
"Okay, I'll just assume you're saying yes, then.
~Ok, this chapter was just fluff. FLUFF!!!! I HATE YOU FLUFF....but hate is to strong a word...fine! I DESPISE YOU FLUFF...FOR THE MOMENT!!!