A/N: Woohooo!!!!! I finally know what I want this story to do. Umm, and I'm sorry I haven't updated sooner. If you want to blame anything, blame school. All the teachers are trying to cram the last three hundred pages of all the textbooks into our head (that's around 1500 pgs). AND they're doing it with, well, let's just say that you shouldn't be surprised if I don't update for a while just to A. upgrade the memory on my laptop or B. complete around three Power Point projects in a week. End of rant. At any rate, the main consistency that I can rely upon is that I don't own ANY of these characters.

Chapter Twelve

If anyone had been around to see Eriol and Syaoran emerge from the Gin-and-dust-bunny-fiasco-of-Hell (as Syaoran so lovingly dubbed it), they would have been led to believe that they had either been trying to kill each other, or had been rolling around on the floor of a very, dusty closet.

"I can't believe that YOU made us stay down in that God forsaken place for FOUR hours, when the storm didn't even hit Tomoeda!" Syaoran raged.

"Better safe than sorry."

"How can you stay so...happy and patient and calm?!"

"To your sarcasm, or to the fact that we just stayed down in the basement for four hours letting out brains rot?" Eriol asked sweetly.

"Ummm," was Syaoran's obviously well thought out and eloquent response.

"Hmmmm."

"What?!"

"Why?"

"Oh, forget this!"

"Alright."

"What time is it?"

"Four AM."

"Shit! We only have three hours to sleep!" Syaoran yelped. Now, Syaoran can stay awake with only three hours of sleep, however, his brain can't function properly unless he had at least five hours of sleep.

"Well, you can always stay the remainder of the night...morning here. It'll save you the thirty minute trip back to your apartment, at any rate." Syaoran glared when Eriol proposed this, but grudgingly nodded. Not only would he be able to go to sleep sooner, but Eriol's mansion was closer to the school than his own apartment was [1], so he could sleep later.

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Syaoran felt like screaming. It was bad enough that he now had to 'sleep over' at Eriol's place, but also, he couldn't sleep! It was know 4:46 AM, and he was too tired to even blink!

Finally, at around five, Syaoran started to sleep, and at around a quarter past five [2], was starting to enter the third stage on REM.

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1. I have absolutely no idea how far Eriol's home is from the school. If it's true, it's true. If it isn't, pretend, and if it doesn't say in the anime...

2. I know that there are different stages to REM and that a dream only lasts around 10 minutes (or is it seconds?), but I don't know how long each stage lasts. I'll ask my science teacher.

A/N: Man, those first several chapters were fluffy. That's what usually happens when I have writer's block. I'm beginning to believe that I have a continual case of it. It's almost worse than my chronic sore throats.

Now, if you want to replace chapters, does that delete reviews? Because I would really like to repost the first several...

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Chapter Thirteen

A/N: You know, I was wondering if I should write 'chapter fourteen' instead of 'chapter thirteen'. They do that in casinos. I can't help it, I'm paranoid. Well, in all actuality, it's more along the lines of the fact that I'm a neurotic about superstition. I don't own CCS. If I did, it would be a yaoi/shonen 'ai fans dream, and an anti-yaoi fans nightmare. Heh heh.

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Dream Sequence

(Syaoran's POV)

I'm crouched up in a beech tree at school. A PURPLE tree nonetheless. And...oddly enough, there is a hurricane approaching, but it isn't doing any harm. It's a green hurricane to. Very weird. Red lightning comes out of the storm, and the people that it strikes (they're just walking around completely oblivious) turns into blossoming flowers. And now I'm holding a watering can, and I know that I have to water these flowers, but something is holding me back. I look around, and I see that, either the tree has disappeared, or it has turned into a purple wall with hands that is gripping my shirt. Suddenly, the wall disappears, and, as I turn around, I see a patch of ice surrounded by icebergs, water and an electrical fence. A minefield, located in the artic. I know that if I take one wrong step, I'd blow up an iceberg, and the ice shards would form a wall. I took a step forward.

BOOM!

A wall formed behind me. I gulped. I suddenly just knew that I would make it out of there without help, so loathe as I was to admit it. The landscape became purple. What was with purple? I took several more wrong steps forward, and I soon had four walls. They were incredibly thin, though tough. I took another step. A wall grew higher. All of a sudden I heard a sound, not unlike an ambulance sound. It heralded a figure that looked like...

End Dream

Syaoran woke up and groaned. He had gotten all the rest he could possibly get, and...he had had the weirdest dream. He vowed later to interpret it.

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A/N: I know the meaning of his dream. No, I wasn't high or drunk whilst writing this. And, all of you will just have to wait until the next update (or maybe two) before you know what the hell that dream meant. R&R!