Ok, so here's chapter number two! Please please review! I will love ya'll for life if you do!
I know the gang names that i put in this will get confusing, so at the end of each chapter after the first one I'll put who equals what gang name!
Disclaimer: If I were in CLAMP would I be stuck to just writing fanfiction about CCS? Nope, I didn't think so.
Gang Names, Useless Discussions, and More Arrivals!
They pulled up chairs beside me, Li Syaoran on the left and Li Eriol on the right, in unison, as I finished my tea.
Staring in the mirror just before they sat, I saw that Li was dressed as an eighty's punk, the way he had been dressed earlier, in a leather jacket and purposefully ripped t-shirt. His jeans were cut up, probably due to a fight, and not a designer. Eriol was dressed in a black long sleeved shirt over black jeans, new clothes.
I noticed that Eriol had his dark hair pulled back into a short ponytail, bangs hanging free, and Li had his shaggy to long brown hair left hanging. Eriol had been the one with the gun. Eriol would have been the one more likely to shoot me in such a situation. That was confusing.
Damn they knew each other too well. Like Sakura and I, after sitting down in unison they had begun the perfect routine of anticipating each other's movements. After they scooted the stool in, positioned their arms (that was different at least), they began to stare at me. I was certain they had felt extremely overly lucky when they found me without Sakura nearby. The only way I had managed to get away in the first place is because Li was looking around, as if wondering if she was actually not there. The fact that no one was with me was probably the only thing which kept them from being positive I had done something.
I continued staring straight ahead at the mirror, seeing my faces and theirs in the mirror across from us. Woody of sanity, if I kept looking at myself in reflections I was going to go insane.
Flicking one eye to the left to confirm that the person moving toward us was Kero I switched my gaze to Eriol's reflection and winked with my slightly-sexy-lazy-insane smile, which was actually just the one that I used when I was feeling too tired or in too much of a rush to use a full smile. It came out as half a smile, which made me look like some cat that was tired and far past being pleasant, ready to claw his eyes out if he didn't comply. Which was what I was going for, after all.
A.N: if you can imagine an older Tomoyo with the beginnings of a smile and her eyes narrowed a little bit, that's what I'm going for here.
"You'll want to follow him." I said, still looking at Eriol in the mirror, locked onto his blue eyes, as Kero stopped in front of us.
Eriol's reflection winked slightly suggestively back with a slight smile of his own, and stood. No surprises there. It was almost a game between us when we met up. Life was a game to us, that both of us wanted to win. It was more serious when Sakura and Li were talking because they both got pissed at each other quickly, even though Eriol and I were probably more cold-blooded.
Li would be the wildcard tonight. Usually I left him to Sakura, who had a natural feel, I guess you could call it, to him. Normally I could read anyone well, but in Syaoran and Eriol's family the relatives took extra precautions to be sure their kids were unreadable, so that no one could even understand them much, much less have a guess at what they'd do next. I could just barely guess with Eriol, and that was only cause I had a sort of knowing for how he worked, which was similar to the way my head did. I didn't even want to think about what Li went through for 'training' as a child that would lock him up so tight. It happened more naturally in the family I was a part of. We learned to hide our emotions, or work with our feelings. Anyway, Kero was the next best choice to me bringing Sakura in the room because he reacted quicker and better than most. Even Li may not be able to match Kero's reflexes.
Kero was basically a dancer (one of the strait ones if you can believe it), gamer, and a fanboy. That pretty much covered his personality. Obsessed with video games and Anime and Manga, he cares about not much else aside from his sorry attempts at writing fanfiction, and history. Yes, surprisingly enough, history. His talent at writing AP history essays did not, unfortunately for his online readers, transfer to his fanfics. My comment after reading his last was that they were all ideas and no development.
Kero, of course, knew how to use a gun, was a notoriously horrible shooter unless placed under extreme pressure, and would take any bet. Yelan, according to word of mouth, after a young Kero had been angry to hear he had to enroll in some kind of martial art, had found him a private tutor in Tai'chi, which he loved for the grace and rhythm. It wasn't that Kero didn't feed off of aggressiveness; his bet fetish was proof of that. He didn't think the balance in any other martial art was quite right, was all.
Summing up Kero's week would look something like: Dance, Tai'Chi, Gaming, History homework, Watching the Anime that taped, Reading Manga, Writing and reading fanfiction, and possibly getting his writing class work done before school in the mornings. That was his life, week in week out, on a normal schedule. Well, his week minus the weekends. He did all of that minus the history and writing, plus club and family stuff on weekends.
Kero opened a door in the side of the bar a few chairs away and motioned for us to move through it. Li, sliding out of his chair and approaching the opening in the bar counter, stopped just before it and motioned to me.
"Ladies first." He said with a flourish of the arm, looking straight at me the entire time. To test my resilience? Raising my eyebrows slightly I stepped through with all the dignity I had the energy for with his eyes digging into my neck, flipping my ponytail slightly as I did. Reaching for the door that opened out of the mirror, I saw Eriol roll his eyes and pull Li through first when Li made the same motions, without the words, for him. Just before opening it and walking through I heard Kero mutter softly to me, "Thanks for asking, Tomoyo-chan. I just don't know how I could have survived the night without seeing these two perfect little darlings", his voice rife with sarcasm.
Snorting softly, I didn't pause at all when the lights, motion sensitive, turned on immediately. Seating myself on a black leather couch on the far side of the room, I scanned the room as the rest entered and seated themselves.
It was all dark colors, with an assortment of chairs and couches spiraling around the room. I was seated in the center, where four couches formed a square. Across from me was Eriol. To my right was Kero, and to my left was Li. I sighed heavily in exasperation at having to deal with this tonight. I normally jumped at an opportunity to talk to any well-known Scarred in one of our clubs, but I was exhausted tonight and wanted to rest before I partied later. (If you haven't noticed, we refer to them as the Scarred. It's the name of the small gang Li and Eriol began when they were in middle school, just a small group of fighters they new. It grew a little, became intertwined with the lower workings of the Li Zaibatsu, and was basically Li and Eriol's core group.)
A.N: in case you can't tell the Scarred is sort of a gang Li and Eriol belong to. Tomoyo would only refer to them as The Scarred if Li and Eriol were with street people. It is part of the clan, but for the people that aren't really family, or rich enough to be considered part of the business side. Its more like the Li's have been using them for their own purposes, rather than just letting them graffiti all over the city, now that Li and Eriol's group has grown. Hopefully this'll become clearer later on! And they do fight against normal gangs. The Amamiya and the Li family's, plus other Zaibatsu, have been creating gangs for the purpose of holding off the other gangs in Tokyo.
'Oh well,' I thought, 'I'll just have to drink it off', grinning despite myself.
I looked to Kero for reassurance and he smiled, knowing how tired I must be after going a week without being able to fight. It had actually been much harder having to run from everything, although I managed to turn it into a form of teasing. When I realized his expression was laughing at me I rolled my eyes and tilted my head away from his blue-green gaze. Kero was one of my close friends, along with Sakura. Although his parents are dead of cancer (heavy smokers), he is the nephew of Yelan Amamiya, Sakura's and my aunt, making him our cousin, although he doesn't resemble Yelan at all. He has sandy blonde hair with blue-green eyes and tan skin, while Yelen has pitch-black hair, like mine except no trace of the softening grays, with icy blue eyes and a strong but beautiful Asian face. She is like ice in almost everything she does, but occasionally, surprisingly, she can be amazingly warm. She is really his mother figure, because his parents didn't care for him much, especially when he began to take after Yelan. They were more snobbish and less reckless.
A.N: The Amamiya Zaibatsu (Sakura and Tomoyo's) is more a fashion industry centered one, although I'm going to have Yelan controlling some major branch outside of that. Four major Zaibatsu in Tokyo are sort of at war right now… and they are sort of using gangs… The leader of the Li Zaibatsu, Li and Eriol's uncle, is going to be more of a businessman.
"So, what exactly were you thinking about discussing with us… Amaya?" Li asked, leaning forward with raised brows.
I nearly flinched at the emphasis put on my gang name. Of course I knew their gang names too, but since they're so well-known not many people aside from Scarred use them. Xiao Lang and Fang-Lei. What scared me more is that I knew they wanted to know my real one. My gang name, Amaya, meant night rain. It reminded me of my first night out with Sakura, on the way home from a club at three in the morning, when it was raining softly and we stopped the car and danced in a park under the rain.
Gang names always meant something. Xiao Lang was Syaoran's name in Chinese, for instance, or little wolf. Eriol's, Fang-Lei, was Chinese for wind's thunder -A/N: I actually just combined Fang, which means wind, with Lei, which means thunder, and hoped it would work….-.
I heard that Yelen's was once Kisaki, meaning empress or queen. Sonomi, my mother's, is Kimi, meaning she who is without equal. I had heard once that my father gave her the name for the way her demeanor makes her seem to be above others. That was before they separated.
Sakura's mother Nadeshiko's gang name is Kioko, or meets the world with happiness. Her mother keeps smiling no matter what happens, and even during fights. Smiling is just a natural expression to her. I have heard that it was extremely unnerving to many, although her deceased husband was apparently the same way. If any other adults I know that are friends of the three sisters ever had gang names, I don't know of them.
As for the new generation, Meiling's, which is Naomi, means above all, or beauty. Her childhood nickname was Leiko though, for arrogance, which we still call her when teasing her. Sakura's, Ying Fa, is the Chinese version of her name. Sakura and my friend, Rika, who's best friends with Chiharu and Naoko, uses Maemi, meaning smile of truth. Rika can only smile at friends. No matter how hard she tries, if she doesn't like a person, she is incapable of smiling. If she didn't look naturally bitchy whenever she was around people she didn't like, it would have been horrible for her whenever she's sent into another gang's territory. Fortunately, it wasn't as if they were asking her to smile. Naoko's name is Shina, a joke from us because it means virtue, or good, and Naoko is unusually cautious about breaking rules, even though she's capable of ignoring laws when she feels like it. Chiharu was given her name by Takashi, her boyfriend since kindergarten, which is Takara, meaning treasure or precious object. They had an arranged marriage, but it was set up after the parents saw how well the children got along.
Takashi himself chose Loki, which is the name of the Norse god of trickery. Takashi is infamous for his brilliant lies. He and Kero often team up to perform pranks, because Takashi's passion for lie's mixes with Kero's passion for bets. Kero had chosen Ta'Ziyah, or passionate soul in African from Ghana, because he is overly passionate about everything. He loves sweets, he loves video games, he loves fighting, he loves dancing, he loves girls, and he loves drinks.
Touya, Sakura's brother, famed for his stubbornness, had chosen Kisho, or one who knows his own mind. Yukito, the younger of the twins that were always hanging out with Touya, used Yasashiku, meaning gentle and polite. Yukito was polite to the point of being painful, and he always chose his words carefully. Yue used Shusekihanji, or chief judge, because it was in his nature to judge people. And, he was always correct. I have never seen or heard of him judging a person incorrectly. He could deliver stunningly cruel critics at times. Sometimes, as a joke, I tack on -Sai to the end of his name, it being the suffix for judge. Even Sakura trusted Yue's judgement, and Sakura normally wouldn't listen if someone told her that a person was no good. Sakura liked to trust people. He could never analyze himself, but he knew people's faults without realizing it. Sometimes it was as if he had to say it out loud to realize.
Anyone who had ever seen the three of them fight together saw an interesting sight. Between Touya's continuous and unrelenting fighting style (Sakura's brother liked to pound through everything, which he was quite capable of doing), Yukito's style of dodging everything until he found a way to knock his opponent out (out of politeness, you see), and Yue's even shorter and harsher use of any of his opponents' weak points, any even minor scuffle one could observe could be either highly entertaining or highly educational.
A/N: In Japan, they tack on suffixes to the ends of names. I only refer to it or use them here when it's important to show a relationship. For example –Chan is very informal and usually only used between close female friends past certain ages. –Sama is more respectful. If you're really confused tack it onto a review and I'll explain thoroughly at the end or beginning of the next chapter, but most CCS fans should know about these. –Sai is an unusual one though. It is what I will tack onto Yue's when other characters are talking or joking with him. It is the suffix someone uses when speaking to a judge.
Still on my guard from Li's all too obvious stress on the only name he knew to use on me, I prayed that all Clow, would help me the day Li discovers who I am. Which could be soon, unfortunately. I am almost positive he'd switch schools just to aggravate me, even though even Eriol and Li wouldn't be stupid enough to begin any real fights with me at the school I'd be attending come the new semester. Eriol would too, of course. He just wouldn't be so obvious about why. Li would do it just to make up for all the endless frustrations I'd put him through these past months. Suffice to say, Li is fun to frustrate, because you can tell it happens so little. He had actually challenged my creativity, being so difficult to annoy. Of course, I had tried Eriol's patience as well, but it was apparently endless. I figured if I trained on Li, I could move on to Eriol.
Good for me that my new life with Sonomi, who covered the fact that she had had a child at a very indecent age who ended up living with its father whom she hadn't married, with an adoption story that was actually plausible considering my recently deceased father had no family, hadn't had its press meeting yet.
Up until now all that the public has known is that I was a stranger to the press who suddenly moved in with Sonomi just in time to design some clothes for a new line that would debut in Milan soon. (No, that isn't the same show as the one I mentioned previously, it's coming up later…) Once her paperwork is all filled out and everything is legal, she is planning to tell the press who I really am. It will be just in time for the second semester of my junior year in high school. Thank goodness that my father had started me in school a year early, tutoring me to pass a test to test out of kindergarten at an early age. It had been so that I could join an accelerated program the school he taught at was going to test out on a few years, that one being the last.
Because of the year ahead and the accelerated program at a normal school, I was able to meet my mother over the summer, working with her the entire break to keep me away from the press, and then begin a social life with her to learn how to cope for a whole semester. All that hard work had only bought me a semester without school though, because of how difficult the prep school Sonomi was sending me to was. Now, however, I would begin attending the school that Sakura, Chiharu, Rika, Naoko, Takashi, and Kero all attended. Meiling, Yue, Yukito, and Touya were all out of school already, Touya by only a year. So, as of yet, Eriol and Li had no way of knowing who I was, since in public all I was referred to as was Amaya-san, occasionally with different endings. We had told the press that it was a nickname, which it is.
But soon both my identity and my name would come out. And then Eriol and Li would be more than willing to have fun with it to make up for the frustrations of not being able to discover where I live or even attend school. The others had been around their entire lives, and weren't worth switching schools for. But since ours was the best in Tokyo aside from the one they attended, and they would be switching to one that some of their relatives already attended, not to mention the added bonus of Sakura and the others being there to keep the day… interesting… I had no doubts that they would change schools.
Since I had come, apparently, the stress between Zaibatsu had been particularly high. Plus I knew that other children of Zaibatsu families attended that school, so I was sure it was interesting, what with all of the rivalry and all.
I had been lucky enough to find out about the Li clan relatives the day I went to pick Sakura up from school. The tall senior named Nakuru had dragged Spinel, a short spiky-haired junior who had, according to Sakura, gone crazy after eating a lollipop and begun cussing out Chiharu, who yelled right back, away from us muttering that she wished Li at least would change schools to deal with the problems.
With all the added pressure, this was one area in which the two boys would be too predictable. To many it would seem a stretch if I had mentioned the fact that I thought they would switch, but I had wondered after Sakura mentioned there was some disagreement over Li and Eriol's choice of schools a few years back that drove the Scarred away from the Zaibatsu for a few months. Apparently it had seemed that the boys had won, but the tension was still there. Since then some of their relatives, as well as some of their friends switched. The only reason I could find out for them staying was that some of the Scarred attended on scholarships. Since the fight two Scarred's scholarships had been canceled. I had assumed this was from pressure by the Li's in order to convince their inheritor, Li Syaoran, and the king of manipulation, and the second heir Hiirigizawa himself, to attend Tokyo's finest establishment. Of course I doubt the school had known they'd be losing the Li's support. In fact I had no doubt that Li and Eriol would see to it that the money went back into those Scarred's scholarships after they left.
Suffice to say I was quite sure and quite depressed about other new students in the sophomore spring semester of school at Tokyo Clow Academy.
"Hmm, since Li was so gracious as to begin a conversation, why don't we kill time chatting until Naomi arrives? Any questions? I could give you a verbal tour of this club. Or, actually Ta'Ziyah could." I responded in a bored tone after a little bit of a pause.
"I've got an idea." Eriol said noncommittally. "Why don't you explain to us what you were doing on our turf? It would provide an interesting conversation. You can frustrate Xiao Lang with real answers that mean nothing and lead us into a completely different subject and when he's about to jump up and leave I can ask you again. Maybe if I'm lucky I could get one real fact out of you and we can repeat the entire cycle a few times."
"Oh fun. Like we haven't done that before." I grinned back. "You don't have anything better to ask me about?"
"What are you expecting Amaya, truth or dare?" Kero, or Ta'Ziyah,grinning back to me.
"How about this then?" Eriol, or Fang-Lei, said abruptly, far more serious this time, "Who are you? You just showed up suddenly. First we here you were living with Sonomi Daidoji, designing new spring themes over the summer. Then you begin living with her, are seen hanging out with some of the richest women in the city, and continuously begin to run into us. You give us a few scars, do things Kisaki, also known as Yelen Li, used to only trust Kimi or Kioko, alias' Sonomi Daidoji and Nadeshiko Kinomoto, with. Not to mention the fact that not only did you get that far into such a tightly knit group of high-class people so suddenly, but you also know all of the people the Kisaki likes to… work… with that aren't rich or family. And, of course they all know you. The press hasn't even been able to get anything on you. There has to be interesting history here. And have I mentioned the fact that its obvious you're well educated and yet aren't yet enrolled in either of the two schools in this city Sonomi Daidoji would allow you to be educated in. Plus you claim to be seventeen, you've been living with Sonomi Daidoji, helping her design even, and have not been to school completely legally for an entire semester. And no matter how much my favorite hacker digs he can't find out anything about you. Please share. I'm dying to know more than just what you told us to call you."
Removing the arm I had slung over Kero's shoulders during Eriol's speech, which I used to physically restrain Kero from jumping Eriol, I checked my watch. Seeing how late it was, (it was almost to twelve already), I looked over toward Eriol and smiled. Not just a normal smile, but the one I used on him the time I almost dragged a knife through his gut and down across his nuts, knowing that he'd definitely remember it. (And no, the attack never went through. We were at a stalemate, because Syaoran had a gun pointed at Sakura's head).
"Alright, how about this. I'll give you one guess. If you are correct in your guess, rather than submitting you to a behind the lines grilling from Meiling, who enjoys watching you both squirm and likes you even better behind guns she is holding, I'll let ya'll out into the club to dance. You two will accompany Sakura and I all day, including during the Premier of Without Hope, Lost in Love, the new romance movie, and then we'll decide what to do next. Sonomi has been trying to find a proper way to get me to the premier. I wasn't really invited and there isn't anyone yet that I can accompany. So, that's my proposition. And, of course, afterwards you two and Sakura and I can discuss any matters we wish to on neutral ground."
Kero, turning to me like I was insane, murmured loudly, "My, my, what an interesting two days this will be. You're giving up a huge advantage, by the way."
"Not days, Ta'Ziyah-chan, day", I responded in a sugary-cute tone, showing him my watch. "Its Saturday already. And they know I'm not, because I owe Eriol for not shooting me today while we were running. There was a point he could get a shot off during but he didn't take it. I want to know why."
The Scarred, who had been arguing softly over this deal as I finished speaking with Kero, turned back to us.
"Well," remarked Eriol, who seemed to be doing all the talking today, "I'd say dancing's better than facing Amaya-san and Meiling-san's wrath at the same time. Even a romance movie is. And we'll get a chance to see the lovely Sakura-san again. How can we pass this up? Plus if this works Syaoran doesn't have to attend the premier with Nakuru. And I don't have to go with one of his sisters…Soooo..., my guess is that Sonomi is related to you by blood."
I leaned back in my chair, slightly impressed, but expecting it nonetheless. I shrugged in a noncommittal way and said, "I'm sorry boys, but that's a little too vague..."
"Not if she's your mother its not" added Eriol, grinning like a very satisfied version of Satan.
I did raise my eyebrows at that guess. I hadn't expected him to be quite that sure about it. Nodding at them, Eriol began to rise from his chair, Li mirroring his movements with a slight smirk.
Or they were rising from their chairs, until the sound of Meiling entering the door made them pause and reseat themselves.
Seeing them exchange glances as Meiling had entered made me laugh hysterically in my head. Meiling's wrath was almost legendary in Tokyo, especially toward the Scarred, and even charming Eriol was no exception. I continued to wonder how the press ever managed to stay alive around her, but, surprisingly, she didn't mind them. Taking advantage of the momentary silence as Meiling seated herself comfortably, mock whispering to me that this better not take too much longer, I said one last thing.
"Don't worry Naomi, we're just about finished up. Oh, but Eriol-kun. Do remember that if you try to leave, and you won't be able to anyway because I'll be watching you both the entire night, I will chase you and I will page the bouncers and staff to shoot you. I don't think even you two could pull that off, not with me chasing you. Plus you never know where I could find a gun. So don't even think about it." I kept a bland and pleasant polite face on while I delivered this information, receiving no reaction until Li responded.
"To keep you from worrying about our well-being, Amaya-san," He began, mocking Eriol's overly polite style, "why doesn't Eriol dance with you? So you don't appear to be a stalker? We wouldn't want to ruin your image after all." He smiled as he said this, almost scaring me half to death. Li never smiles. If he had smiled in any other location, I would have responded violently, or turned and run it was so scary. I guess Li doesn't respond well to threats when he's in such an uncomfortable position already. God, the smile had already silenced Meiling, who had been ready to interrupt him halfway through his comment. Maybe he just didn't want to deal with Meiling tonight.
"I'm afraid I'll have to decline." I apologized gracefully, although not fully recovered from the shock. "I couldn't possibly dream of leaving you without a partner out there, and Sakura isn't here yet, Li-san. You'd be so unendingly lonely." Giving them a sincere look, I began to rise again as the sound of her cell phone silenced another beginning of a protest from Meiling.
"Oh, Amaya, its from Sakura!" She exclaimed as she checked the text message, "She's on her way up and she says that she's feeling like going extremely wild and drunk and crazy so you better be prepared to dance! Hey, Li looks like you won't be lonely. But can you handle a Sakura that's been cooped up in a fitting room all day trying on various types of clothes for this summer's wardrobe? She's going to be so ready to pull a gun on someone." Meiling grinned evilly and then suddenly turned to Kero. "Yo, Ta'Ziyah, why don't you go bring her here to meet her dancing partner, while I get briefed. Oh, and Amaya, she's very upset that you're phone isn't on, seeing as how she tried to call you." As Kero left, Meiling began to pull the pins out of her hair, messing it up with her hands to get her hair into the wild and messy condition mine had been in after my jog down the city. She stared in a hard way at Li and Eriol and said in a scary voice, "You two are going to sit there while my darling little Amaya tells me exactly what your deal is. If you try to move even your mouths I am going to shoot you both before you can even begin to explain why your fingers twitched." Turning her startlingly red eyes, which matched her Spanish style shirt, back to me she smiled nicely and asked, "Now what is it that you all have worked out, hmm? Oh, and don't worry about them being able to get out. If you haven't remembered by now, practically all of us are gonna be here. Yelen couldn't make it because she's going to a meeting till two and then crashing, but Nadeshiko's gonna be singing with the band coming in soon and then she'll be at the bar till your mom gets here, prolly around three. I'll ask her to keep an eye on them till three or so. That's when she'll start partying so you prolly wanna watch them carefully starting around two fifty."
"Why two fifty specifically?" I interrupted, and Meiling replied easily.
"Oh, she'll mix drinks to loosen herself up a little about five minutes before she starts dancing. Not enough to make her sick later, just enough to not care Sakura's in the same club. I swear, they're practically sisters anyway, don't you think?" I rolled my eyes. Trust Meiling to know the exact habits of anyone attending her club. It was already as if I had divided the night into different shifts for people to keep an eye on our…prisoners of war, I suppose I could call them. Looking over to the boys, I saw that Li had just rolled his eyes a little for fear of being shot. Eriol was particularly amused by Meiling's exact account of just one person's normal night at one of her clubs. Well not just any regular person, since Nadeshiko performed a lot at Meiling's places. Nadeshiko was mainly my mother's top model, but she had a great singing voice too. Apparently I got my voice from hers. It was too bad Sakura couldn't sing worth a crap. She could dance damn well though.
"Ok, so tell me what happened before Sakura gets here." Meiling said, pushing my shoulder impatiently, "Cause I'm itching to dance and you can explain to Sakura while she grabs herself two tequila shots to shake herself up."
"Two Tequila shots? Really Meiling, are you slipping or just getting old? She usually just mixes a bunch of caffeinated drinks to last the entire night minus water stops." I laughed.
"Hello? She was with your mother all day putting together a summer wardrobe. She doesn't need more than one. She's almost gone as is, I bet. Now tell me!" Meiling demanded.
I didn't need anymore prodding. Giving her a rundown of our brief conversation, which had been surprisingly anticlimactic thanks to my mother's no fighting rule, I quickly finished.
Meiling nodded, not surprised, and turned her head as Kero and Sakura entered the room, preceded by a soft knock. To my surprise, Rika, Terada-kun, Chiharu, and Takashi accompanied them. The party was starting.
Gang Name Index:
Tomoyo: Amaya Sakura: Ying Fa Eriol: Fang-lei Syaoran: Xiao Lang Sonomi: Kimi
Yelen: Kisaki Nadeshiko:Kioko Meiling: Naomi (nickname Leiko meaning arrogance)
Rika: Maemi Chiharu: Takara Naoko: Shina Kero: Ta'Ziyah Takashi: Loki Touya:Kisho
Yukito: Yasashiku Yue: Shusekihanji