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Class 07 – Luck

Disclaimer – So this series, called Card Captor Sakura, don't belong to me, ya know what I'm sayin'?  So don't go and sue me, ya get what I'm sayin'?  Because I don't got no Gs, ya know what I'm sayin'?

Sakura smiled as she walked back to her dorm room – today she could dress to her true gender and talk to Tomoyo! 

"Afternoon Kira," Eriol said as she neared the stairs. 

"Hey Eriol.  Anything special today?" 

"Not really.  I'm going down to the library to study."  Sakura chuckled – it was something Tomoyo would say. 

"I'm meeting a friend of mine, so I'll see you later."  Eriol nodded his goodbye and continued his way.  Sakura checked her watch before shrieking.  She only had one hour to get ready!  She dashed to her room and pulled out her bottom drawer.  She lifted the fake bottom out and pulled out her only female outfit – a plaid skirt and a blouse.  Sure, it looked like a school uniform, but it was the only thing that could remain consistently in style. 

She had just stepped into the skirt when Syaoran walked in.  He glanced at her, then dismissed her and walked straight to his desk.  Sakura frowned – she at least hoped for a small reaction.  Sighing, she took off her shirt and unzipped her vest.  Her skin tingled at the feel of open air. 

"Please tell me you're going to wear a bra under that," Syaoran said, eyeing her skeptically.  Sakura turned, mortified. 

"You," she muttered with vehemence, "You pervert," she screamed and pounced on him, then proceeded to attempt to beat the crap out of his head.  Syaoran dodged her punches easily, and then flipped her over.  His eyes fell to her breasts, and he smirked. 

"Never mind.  You have nothing to put in them."  Sakura fumed, and this time the punch to the face connected.  Syaoran chuckled then returned to his homework. 

"Not once, not twice, but three times," she muttered while putting her blouse on.  Sure, she never really had large breasts, but it was to her advantage.  Poor Miki of her old team had to wear special bras to keep them from flying all over the place.  Although she was the most popular girl on the team with the boys…

Sakura finished the look with a pair of boots.  A bit punkish, but at least she didn't look like an innocent schoolgirl the old men just loved to bribe.  Her makeup looked natural, aside from the red lipstick. 

"Oh, now we're a punk wannabe," Syaoran commented dryly, looking up from his book.  Sakura glared. 

"You're just jealous that's its Akizuki with me and not you," she retorted and stuck her tongue out childishly.

"Yeah, everyone knows it's my dream to walk around town with a girl crossdressing as a guy crossdressing as a girl," Li replied, then returned his gaze to his textbook.  Sakura frowned, but quickly brushed aside his comments.  She was beginning to like their little spats. 

Tomoyo nervously entered the school.  Everywhere she looked, men were there!  A few catcalled, and she had the courtesy to blush, then quickened her pace, searching for any signs. 

"Are you lost?"

Tomoyo turned and saw the elegant handsomeness of Eriol.  Her jaw dropped slightly, and she nodded.  Eriol smiled, "Who are you looking for?" 

"Kinomoto Kira.  He's in the sports dorms. . ."  Eriol's eyes widened.

"Kinomoto?  He's on my tennis team.  I can take you to his room if you like."  Tomoyo blinked in surprise, then accepted his offer.  Eriol pointed to a breezeway of the sort and said, "The dorms are over there, but it isn't right to make a lady use the stairs.  I'll take you to the elevator."

Tomoyo smiled happily, not only was he handsome, but he was a gentleman too!  "Thank you."

"Don't be so polite.  You're Kinomoto's girl, aren't you?  We'll probably see each other during matches."

Tomoyo laughed, "Kira-kun is my best friend.  Besides, I don't think he'd be interested in me," she continued, then made a silent apology to Sakura.  Eriol arched an eyebrow.

"Him too?  Jesus," he replied and shook his head in disbelief.  "Well, I guess that's fortunate for me."  Tomoyo blushed slightly and nodded.  "What school do you go to?"

"Seinen Girls Academy."  Eriol nodded, impressed.

"The one with the famous music program?"

Tomoyo nodded enthusiastically.  "I'm part of the choir there, and they're really pushing me to debut professionally." 

"Really?  Can you sing for me now?"

"R-right now," Tomoyo stuttered and blushed.  Gods, he affected her in ways she hadn't felt before. . .

"Well, you don't have to.  I just thought it would be nice to be serenaded as we rode the elevator," push of the 'up' button, "And the bragging rights of course."

"Bragging rights?"

"When you debut I can brag about meeting you and receiving a private concert," Eriol replied with a wink.  Tomoyo chuckled and shook her head.  The doors opened, and Eriol held out his hand.  "After you."

Tomoyo stepped in.  "Do you like Nakashima Mika?"

"The one that sings 'Resistance'?"  Tomoyo nodded.  "Yeah.  Will you sing that song for me?"  Tomoyo nodded.  Eriol grinned and pressed the highest floor.  Kira could wait a couple more minutes to see his friend.

Tomoyo breathed in nervously.  Somehow, this impromptu concert made her feel more uneasy than the tryouts for entrance into the Seinen Girls Choir.  "Shiroi tenshi no hane ga . . ."

Eriol's eyes widened at the sound of her voice.  She made Mika's version sound like an amateur at the bar.  He leaned against the pole and watched her sing.  Truly, she looked and sounded like an angel . . .

They went up and down the elevator about five times before she ended the song, cutting out the repetition at the end.  Eriol clapped and made sure to give her his 'heart stopping' grin.  "This is cliché, but when you sing, you are an angel." 

Tomoyo chuckled.  "Thank you."  The elevator stopped and opened its doors.  Eriol took her down a hall, then turned to Kira's room. 

"Well, this is it."

Tomoyo smiled, "Thank you."

"It was nothing.  Be sure to look me up next time you're here, okay?"

"Of course."  They stared at each other for a moment before Eriol turned and left.  Tomoyo put her hand to her chest.  She then turned and opened the door. 

"Sakura you won't believe what just – Oh my.  Did I interrupt something?"  Sakura and some man she presumed to be Syaoran were on one of the beds, Sakura straddling him and holding his arms, pinning him. 

Both looked at her and blushed.  Tomoyo started laughing, and she turned to leave.  "Tomoyo, wait!  You weren't interrupting anything," Sakura yelped and jumped off of Syaoran. 

"I wasn't?  Then what do you call what you two were doing?" 

Sakura's blush deepened, "I was trying to get him to admit he stole my pocky!"

"Sure, sure," Tomoyo replied and looked at Syaoran, who rolled his eyes.

"I'm trying to tell you that you ate it last night while you were sleepwalking!" 

"Liar!  You owe me pocky!"  Syaoran sighed and nodded, giving up. 

"Fine fine."  He then acknowledged Tomoyo's presence, "You are. . .?"

"Daidouji Tomoyo.  I assume you are Li Syaoran?"  Li grunted his confirmation.  "Thanks for putting up with this crazy girl.  I know she's a handful."

"Just a handful?  Why are you lenient on her," he retorted to Sakura, who again stuck her tongue out.  "Spore," Syaoran muttered under his breath before opening his book and blocking the two out.

"You two are close," Tomoyo commented softly, "Are you sure you've known each other for only a week?"

"The longest week in my life," Sakura replied, then lead Tomoyo outside the room.  "Shall we go get Akizuki?  He should be ready." 

"Okay."

"Did you have something to say?  I heard you call out my name when you entered."  Tomyo's face brightened and she nodded.

"I met this amazing guy when I was looking for you."

Sakura nodded, "And his name?"

Tomoyo stopped dead in her tracks.  "I . . . I didn't get it."  She groaned and sighed.  "Why, why does that always happen to me?"

"Maybe I've seen him.  What does he look like?" 

"Black hair with a blue shine, ivory skin, glasses, a beautiful smile . . .Oh!  He said he knew you Sakura!"  Sakura closed her eyes and thought of everyone she knew.  Only one person had glasses, and that was Eriol. 

No way.  Tomoyo . . . had a crush on Eriol?!  She pictured them in her mind and almost sighed.  Truly, the perfect picture of elegance and class.  "He's Hiragizawa Eriol.  Number two on our team."

"Eriol-kun . . ."

"You should invite him."  Tomoyo turned to Sakura in horror. 

"We've only just met!  I don't want to sound like a freak!" Sakura laughed and nodded. 

"You'll have all the time in the world then, because I doubt he's going anywhere soon."  Tomoyo nodded, but looked away guiltily. 

"So, what's Akizuki like?"

"Oh, you'll see. . ."

"They're an open wound," Akizuki cried out, "That's all women are!"  Sakura and Tomoyo laughed in disbelief.  "And then there are those freaks that like it when its all bloody."

Sakura crinkled her nose.  "I'd never do that."

Akizuki arched an eyebrow, "You're bi?"

Sakura laughed nervously.  Technically she wasn't but . . . "Yeah." 

Akizuki sighed.  "You poor confused soul."

"Confused," Tomoyo questioned.

"You're either one or the other.  Bi people are usually the sex fiends." 

"Sex. . . fiend," Sakura repeated, "You're the one that turned a straight guy gay!  In less than a week!"

"So?  Have you and Syaoran done anything," Akizuki retorted, and Sakura blushed.  He smirked knowingly.  "Point proven."  Tomoyo watched the exchange, amused.  Boys were certainly . . .loud. Perhaps she should've invited Eriol after all . . .

"Earth to Tomoyo, you in?" 

"She's probably dreaming about Eriol," Sakura replied with a smirk.  Revenge felt nice. 

Tomoyo blushed.  "I am not!"

Akizuki clapped his hands in glee.  "How adorable!  You must let me dress you up as a Lolita.  It would suit you perfectly!  And we can get Eriol as an aritrocrat and –"

"Get them together," Sakura finished with a flourish.  Her and Akizuki looked at Tomoyo with an evil grin.  "What do you say Akizuki?  Shall we play Miss Matchmaker?"

"I would be delighted."

"Sakura. . . . Marina-san. . . . What are you plotting," Tomoyo said nervously and bit her lip.

"Plotting?  Not us dear.  We're just reviewing possible situations and their outcomes."  Akizuki raised his hand, "Waiter!  Check please!"

Tomoyo laughed nervously, like Sakura said, Akizuki (known as Marina in drag), was an experience . . . but could they please stop plotting like that . . . .

A/N: Note about the end – Sakura's name while she is in drag is Sakura.  So, Akizuki still doesn't know her real gender.  (And just to name some etiquette – never call a drag queen by their real (male) name while they are in drag unless they say its okay.  It's rude. )