All right, here's for my reviewers so far, and btw, I'm soooo glad ya'll liked it!

Oh, and thanks so much SakuyaBlossom, you are so right, I'm changing Sakura's to Ying Fa! I totally spaced out about that, which is actually something I meant to do when I was planning this story out, because I've always wanted to call her that.

Any comments on the clan Yelen leads being the Clow clan? No one would prefer Amamiya, would they? I was just curious because I liked both, but lately am thinking Amamiya sounds better. Only thing is Amamiya is Sonomi's and Nadeshiko's maiden names, but not Yelen's!

And oh my gosh, Trigemini I love your fic, Dangerous Love, the gang one about Sakura and Syaoran and stuff. It's so fun to read and I love your twists, like with Touya, and how Yukito is really protective now! And how some Pantera's still expect her to lead! Ok, this isn't really the place to gush about that, I guess, hehe… Anyway thanks for reviewing! OK! Lets go!

Interesting Plans, A Change of Clothes, and Some Dancing!

Sakura, or should I say Ying Fa (Cherry Blossom/Sakura in Chinese), was dressed in my latest design (she always wears my designs to an opening night) on my insistence. The dark green silk top that reached to just under her chest had a square neckline, cut not too low thanks to the top's shortness, and was long-sleeved due to the sheer material attached to the silk at the shoulder (basically, it would have been sleeveless but the sleeves are sheer). The embroidery was a much lighter green and hot pink in a series of cherry blossom petals, the petals being outlined in pink and connected by pink threads and filled in by the lighter green. The colors in the shirt accented her gorgeous light emerald eyes, bringing an even more exotic look than usually to her face, which, already slightly pointed and thin, now gave her the look of a Faerie.

Her glittering leafy eye shadow, blended with heavier powdered black eyeliner, made her look into something ethereal and not just exotic, poking out a little too far past her eyes to achieve a 'club' look. The darker than normal shade of blush that lined her cheekbones helped her entire face achieve a dusky look. She was wearing studs alternating green and pink, three in the left ear, two in the right, with one gold one high up at the top of her right. On her lips was a sort of rose color glossed in a metallic light pink.

With her black stone-washed designer jeans (my designer jeans!) set low on her hips, embroidered up both sides of the calves and the tops of the thighs in green and pink dragons, with one wing on each side of the seat of the pants, she looked perfect. Her hair was still a series of little curlicues from the series of little braids she had held it in for the two days prior to this night, and her shoes were cute little pink and green heels, not that high off of the ground. All in all, Sakura looked at hot as she always did, which wasn't just by my effort, either. Sakura definitely enjoyed looking good.

In respect to the fact that I always forced her into my outfits for clubs, I tried to vary the style as much as possible, going for not just one look as many designers do. But I always included Sakura petals in the outfits. I was planning on releasing the entire set as a line entitled 'Sakura Blossoms' next year, for my first original line, with Sakura as the head model, which was sure to get it good press, considering her mother's reputation.

After skimming Sakura's outfit to be sure it fit correctly, which of course it did, I turned to my other friends. Rika was dressed in an extremely skimpy silk pale pink dress trimmed in white over leather pants styled as jeans. Chiharu was sporting a baby blue sleeveless scoop-neck top made out of a stretchy material that had two ties at opposite sides of the hem (not in the front or back, just to her left and right) that she had attached to the loops of her gray stretchy dance pants, which, like Rika's, were styled to look like jeans. Both girls were dressed in some kind of high heels, probably boots, Rika's white and Chiharu's blue. Chiharu had braided blue and gray ribbons into her hair and cut the braids into half their usual length tying them off early, letting curly hair hang loose for a few inches past her shoulders. Rika's hair, almost waist-length now, which was a rich red-brown, had a natural crimp Rika knew not to mess with. Her hair hung naturally minus the top, which, past her bangs, was done in the beginnings of cornrows a few inches back, with the rest of her hair hanging free.

–A/N, you know that stuff that you can get done in the Bahamas or Disney World-

Takashi and Yoshiyuki Terada, Chiharu and Rika's boyfriends, decided to go for a more punk look. Takashi was dressed in shredded jeans with a white wife beater and a black leather jacket. Takashi was one of those teenagers who was built a little too thin, but tall enough to make up for it (Kero is built similarly, but without some of the height, and his muscles were more defined from all of the dancing he does). Terada (he prefers going by his last name), was dressed in massive cargo jeans which went tighter around his waist, although still low-slung, and a short sleeved muscle tee with a brand name on the front. Terada's hair was spiked all over the place in a really hot way, and Takashi's darker hair was naturally messy and cute, the kind of hair you know will feel soft if you touch it. Terada, an Olympic level swimmer, was about five years old for Rika, but Rika was so mature that hardly anyone ever commented. Rika had always dated up anyway, sometimes in larger age gaps than this.

Rising from my chair, I smiled and said, "Sakura, I believe I may have actually outdone myself on that one. I definitely need a camera here right now! I don't think I want anyone else to have access to the shirt design after this! I'm seriously considering pulling it out of my debut. Or I would be, if I weren't so proud of it!" I teased lightly. "And you won't believe the deal I struck to get you out of going alone or with your over-protective brother to the premier. Rika, Chiharu, Takashi, Terada, you all look fabulous. You're putting me to shame. I'm thinking of just drinking the night away, but I'd certainly start a fight, and ruin my deal with Sonomi…" I trailed off, pouting slightly, and talking a little too cheerfully to relieve the tension the Scarred caused.

Chiharu grinned as I spoke and when my voice died she motioned at Rika, who reached back through the door to pull a bag out that was stashed out of my view.

"See," commented Rika, as she smiled sweetly and handed me the bag, "This is why its so nice to have friends that are willing to call up other friends who haven't left their house yet because they always leave late to bring you something that fits. I figured that my knee-high girl's combat boots and my silk black cargo's would match the shirt Chiharu described to me, and that all you'd need aside from that would be supplied by the makeup box, yes box not bag, Naoko brought to use after she bartends. We figured you can handle no jacket, since even if you flipped yours inside out, the silk flip-side might clash with the pants. Maybe you can pull it off though." Still smiling, she handed me the Louis Vitton backpack and made shooing motions with her hands. Finishing off teasingly, she said, "Go on, Amaya-chan. Meiling and Kero can explain to us what's going on! We don't want you to ruin your image." Laughing I hugged Rika and Chiharu fiercely, and, seeing that they had already dropped Naoko's travel makeup kit in the bag, I waved and walked out.

After consulting with the nearest waiter on the location of the bathroom, I exited the main room into a luxurious Women's powder and restroom. It was very modern and slightly cold with lots of counter and sink space, and a massive mirror. Jumping into one of the stalls to change into Rika's clothes, which were obviously chosen to match my shirt and jacket, which, turned inside out, was a purple silk trench coat with a black embroidered flower on the back, I emerged much more confident. Pulling out some eye shadow of Naoko's I preceded to apply some black with a thin brush that turned my smudged eyeliner into a thicker and more catlike outline of my eyes. This merged with the gray and then white powders I chose to mix past that with Naoko's blending brush. Finally achieving the proper smoky effect, which accented my hair and eyes, I chose one of Naoko's paler blushes to use on my high cheek bones, not only because they were naturally shadowed, but also because of my lighter skin tone. Putting on a dark shade of pink lipstick, I tied my hair back into a high half ponytail, reversed my jacket because I knew it would look ok despite the silk on silk, and tied a black ribbon I had found in the back of Naoko's case around my neck. After throwing on some odorless deoderant and spraying myself with a nice scent, feeling a little bit more worthy of the club I was in, I headed back towards the center of the room, and towards the interesting situation I had been placed in.

Reaching the room, I opened the door to a series of intimidating smiles being sent toward Li and Eriol by the girls and Takashi (Terada opted for the stony glare, although it wasn't as fierce as Li's normal face), who were, respectively, ignoring them or smiling benignly back towards them. Kero was the only one not looking threatening, as he was laughing at the two's situation inside too much to bother appearing a threat.

"Hello! Did you miss me while I was gone?" I asked upon entering the room, raising my eyebrows immediately at the scene I walked in on.

"Konnichiwa, Amaya-hime," Began Eriol in a style even more charming, which I correctly interpreted as his dangerous mood, "Might I say you look even more stunning now than previously? Your friends were just informing us on the limits of the deal you've made. They're being remarkably strict. I thought you might like to tell them how simple you actually made the deal we agreed to? And possibly inform the more… impatient ones of your reasons behind the reasoning?" He inquired this in such a polite tone that was accompanied by such a fierce glare by Li that I knew Meiling had been testing their limits. I knew Eriol's patience was fine, but Li's was not, which due to the situation, would be stressing out Eriol, who was worried for Li. I smiled at him, mirroring his own to let him know that I was no safer than any of the others in this room, and turned to my friends.

"Fortunately, and most graciously, Eriol and Li have agreed to accompany Sakura and myself to the premier so that I do not have to tag along with Sakura, attracting unwanted press desperate for a story. They will spend every minute between the premier and now monitored by Sakura and myself, and after the premier Sakura and I will have a friendly business discussion with them. Eriol was curiously lenient earlier tonight, and he and Li will no doubt lose family status after a deal such as this, which will hardly affect Sakura and I. So, in truth, we did receive the better end of the deal." Meiling and Sakura's looks told me that I would have questions to answer later, but Chiharu and Rika looked satisfied. All four of them had heard enough stories of how the Li clan raised their children to know that the family comment was true. Plus, they knew about what I had not mentioned. I knew they were all thinking of Kaho's disappearance at that moment. Takashi looked slightly skeptical, but Terada didn't know enough to really have a good idea, which he knew, so after seeing Rika slightly more reassured, he stood.

"Well Rika, why don't you and I go inform Naoko of tonight's events?" He questioned smiling down at her. As she stood, Chiharu spoke.

"Ahh, only five hours before Takashi has to get me home! We're going to start dancing, ok? Kiro, Meiling, want to come? Unless Meiling still has business?" Chiharu said in a rush, slowing down just enough to be polite as she dragged Takashi up from his seat.

Meiling, looking slightly thoughtful, pulled Kero up from his seat as well and smiled at Chiharu. "Yeah, I feel like dancing after all that tension. Come on, Ta'Ziyah, I need someone who can keep up!" Calling back to us as she stepped toward the door and flipping her hair she spoke louder, "I think those other two hotties have been taken!"

Sakura, snorting at Meiling's flirting attitude, which was impossible for Meiling to keep hidden for long, looked toward the boys, addressing them for the first time since I entered the room. As she spoke I perched myself on the arm of a couch.

"More like I'm sick of going through people who can't keep up and only dancing with Meiling and Kero. Shall we dance?" She questioned in an almost fierce way, staring at Li.

In response to his silence I commented, "Ah, Sakura-chan, I don't believe Li thinks he can keep up. You've always been the best dancer anyway, and now with you all charged up, his nerves are failing him."

"Keeping up isn't the problem." He snorted out, with a look close to a snarl on his face. "I can dance just fine, especially compared to her." I smiled slightly at his scorn, knowing that Li knew perfectly well how good Sakura was. "Why should I dance at all? I don't want to dance with you, and I don't see why I shouldn't just spend the whole night dancing with someone else".

In response to Li's comment Sakura raised one her two shots of Tequila, which she had obviously gotten during my absence, to her lips and threw it down. One of Li's eyebrows gave a slight twitch in curiosity as she finished it, shook her head, and set the small empty glass down. Sakura was obviously dieing to work off some energy. Picking up the one shot left, Li gave a very slow barely real smile, and threw it back, accepting her challenge.

"Because!" Sakura said with a pause, explaining although he was complying, "No one else here that I know is good enough to keep up with either of us aside from these too, and I don't trust you anyway! Come on Li, you kept up last time. You're getting lazy!" Getting up from her seat and walking up to Li she tugged at his arm, "We. Are. Going. Dancing!" Managing to pull him up despite Li's grumbling about how he could do it himself, she grinned evilly and added, "If you stop once, I'm gonna disregard the deal and beat you up so badly you won't be able to take anyone to the Premier. There is enough of my family here to allow me to do it without a scratch! Now, lets go!" Looking back at me she rolled her eyes and muttered, "Damn boys are no fun!"

Laughing as she dragged him out the door, I turned back to Eriol. "Well," I said calmly, "Looks like Sakura doesn't want Li disappearing tonight like he managed to do last time we caught you two. He's quite capable of being as subtle as you in a random way, isn't he?" I received no answer, but I hadn't expected any. Repeating Sakura's line from before, I asked, "Shall we dance?"

Eriol, giving me an extremely evil smile that reassured me that we were still on horrible terms, replied as he stood, "Can you keep up?"

Cracking up hysterically at what I took to be an obvious joke, I rose from my couch and slid my right hand up to rest on his shoulder. Watching his reaction curiously, I saw him raise an eyebrow as he slid his left arm around my waist in response. "My, aren't we bold…" he commented after a pause that was barely noticeable (of course, it was still noticeable).

My response was a short, "We might as well make this look good. We don't want to be put to shame by Sakura and Li now, do we?" A smile so light it should have been a smirk passed over his face as he nudged me toward the door.

"That would suck." He said shortly, eliciting a surprised spurt of laughter from me. "And I was asking if you could keep up with Sakura, since I know I can't keep up with Syaoran. Good thing I look better."

This was going to be an interesting night, to say the least. I tilted my head so that my chin rested very slightly on his shoulder, testing his limits. In response he tugged me closer as we walked out to merge with the people dancing.

"Somehow I think we'll manage," I murmured in his ear in a lower tone, and he stiffened again, every muscle tightening and then relaxing in a split second.

I was going to crack Eriol Hiirigizawa. And hopefully it wouldn't take me the full 24 hours.

……………………………………………………. Out on the Dance Floor:

And I found myself frustrated, intrigued, energized, and fascinated in the exact same spot three hours later. Well not the exact same spot, literally, just the same dance floor. An hour of dancing way too close in more way than one, about thirty minutes of drinking as each of us tried to shock the other, another hour and thirty minutes of dancing, and Eriol hadn't even shown signs of cracking. He used my methods back in my face every time we did anything. I could not even elicit a gasp of shock from him. I had even been startled myself a few times. It was horrible. I tried bold, timid, darkly seductive, and bitchy. Nothing ever worked on him. My intimidation was one of my greatest strengths. That and my perception. Eriol was immune to both. I felt blind. I found myself wondering every time I paused if he was feeling as frustrated.

At least we looked good. We looked damn good considering we hated each other. Sakura and Li would've looked better if their dancing didn't look like arguing, with one challenge after the other. It was hardly like they were dancing together. Eriol and I were moving so in synch to each other it was scary. This had to be the first club night I had ever spent where I knew I was looking better than Sakura, and knowing that it wasn't the outfit scared me.

Wanting to prove that you're better than someone who would take delight in killing you, and who you would take delight in killing, spurs one to unbelievable heights. And with Eriol and I, it was a sicker game than usual. Everything Eriol did was sick, come to think of it. Just being exposed to his mind would probably twist someone.

All I could think about whenever I was concentrating on Eriol's piercing sapphire gaze was why he hadn't shot me when he saw me under a streetlight on a nearly abandoned street, instead pointing and waving with the gun held in his hand. Knowing Eriol, it was probably just his curiosity though.

As I contemplated his soul, I hooked my hands around the belt loops of his jeans as I faced him, nuzzling his neck with my nose and nipping at his neck as I pulled his hips even closer to mine, slowing to an almost torturous pace as the speed of the song dwindled, switching to an entirely different beat. I was pissed and confused and since I couldn't drink it off, I damn well was going to dance it off!

A/N: Thanks to a request, a small taste of Eriol's point of view, although I was planning to mainly switch off between just Tomoyo and Sakura for a while.

…………………………………………………………Eriol trying to hold on to Sanity!

'Fuck. Oh, my dear Clow, this night is not going to be easy.' Was the first coherent thought I caught out of the many running past my conscious brain after the girl that named herself after rain you hear at night, but can't ever catch, whispered in my ear. That voice, I was sure, was the most perfectly low and sultry one I could ever hear. It was impossible for anyone to sound better than that. Nevertheless, this was a game. And even if a Ruby Moon popped into the sky, mirroring the normal one, I wouldn't lose it.

Not even if she had just made every single muscle in my entire body tense and relax within the time span it normally took me to blink. Not even if that was the second time she had surprised me and enjoyed my reaction within the span of one minute.

….

I was still just as determined three hours later, the same way I was still on the dance floor, still with her, still confused. Was this girl The Illusion, to have so many different ways of nearly shattering my sanity? I, Hiirigizawa Eriol, king of manipulation, who had actually driven a person into an insane asylum by just speaking to them, who could read Li Syaoran like a book (which was probably only due to experience), was being driven up the wall. My patience was failing, my brain couldn't come up with anything better at this point than copying her methods, and Sakura and Syaoran had just begun to pull it together and dance as well as us. The only thing that would be keeping us even in a few minutes would be Amaya's creativity, and may The Flower condemn me to life without violence if I let her win like that.

A/N: When I put The Illusion, and The Flower I'm referring to the cards, referred to here as Clow (plural) which are substituted for gods in this fic…. Once again if this is too confusing I'll stop doing it and change all the swearing back to normal. Normal curse words are still going to be used, of course.-

But all I could think about now was the amethyst eyes that she had just locked on to me. I could tell she was still trying to see past my mask, see if there was actually a person there. And now she was forcing me to start wondering about it.

'Fuck!' I thought. 'I need something strong. Why couldn't this girl be more like Kaho?' Thinking about Kaho so suddenly, threw my mind out of the careful balance it had had between the dancing and the keeping up with Amaya and the mental ranting (not to mention the sexual control I was having to exercise).

When Amaya suddenly switched styles so suddenly and so in tune to the beat of the song I reacted on instinct, and not the violent one either (surprising, considering the fact that I thought it was the only instinct I had left). Grabbing her with just enough force, I spun her as a fiery Spanish techno mix came on, my head tilting down to allow my tongue to play with the chain of the necklace she wore. The song playing was a remake of one that had a specific dance to it, and half grinding, half doing the original dance in double time, we moved. I broke away once, spinning her fiercely, letting go of her hand completely, before grabbing it as it came around a third time and yanking her back to me. We began a modern version of the tango, and I was still lost in the moment. For the first time since I was seven I was lost in the sensations of life, and not just lust, but passion for movement. Then the song abruptly switched to a Chinese mix, and she halted.

I watched her, coming back to myself, watching her recover. She was panting slightly, a real smile still stuck halfway on in true happiness, eyes half closed, for just a few more seconds before she was back in control. By then, I had more than regained my normal mental state.

She snapped fully upright, giving a purposeful slight blush and nod at the people around us wooping at our dancing, her eyes locked once again on mine. Not daring to glance at Sakura and Syaoran, I spoke before she could, making my voice a little mild.

"Get a drink now, before we become more fully embarrassed in front of our peers?" At her immediate and relieved nod, her eyes broke contact with mine, and we walked off, strutted really, in the position we stalked on in.

Her right hand on my left shoulder, and my left arm hugging her waist.

All right, that's it for now! Please review! I'm begging ya'll! I really love this story but I want to know how other people do so I know whether to continue this or start another one.

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 Terada: Not joined yet!