Well, damn… it definitely took me a long time to update… hehe.. sorry about that, any of you reviewers that like this thing! I am so so sorry!

That's about it for this one… seriously, enjoy and review (please)!

Short recap:

So we just had the flashback, which Sakura ended with talking about the really bloody fight and how he always looked at her with scorn and anger.

Chapter 6: Dancing through till Morning

Sakura's Point of View:

What the fuck kind of right did he have to make me feel bad for enjoying myself, anyway! I should have been the one looking at him like that. Of course, I might have been anyway… It's hard to tell who did it first.

And why the hell did Tomoyo have to be so nice to them. Meiling and Yue would have had a most enjoyable time torturing them both, slowly. It would have sucked for some of us later, most likely, but it would have been nice for a little bit.

And now he was touching me, moving against me, and we were both relaxing.

Things would be so much easier if I weren't able to tell he was remembering as well.

I could feel his muscles loosen, feel him realize how close we were and not care. Huge, for him, because it meant his reflexes were just a touch slower. Even worse, I knew if he had relaxed that far, it meant I wasn't on my guard, despite this stupid conversation I was having in my head.

'It feels like an out of body experience. Like, I'm just watching us move from somewhere deep inside my head.'

My breath wooshed out as he suddenly grabbed me and dipped me until I felt the edges of my hair brush the floor.

'Except out of body experiences don't usually include being aware of every place my skin comes in contact with his body.'

Then I saw an evil smile creep onto his face and, of course, my next thought was: Oh shit…

Still, I kept having fun.

Syaoran's PoV:

The moment I felt her full attention switch from our dancing to something else, I began discreetly glancing around for Amaya and Eriol.

Doing anything to keep myself from remembering the last time I had enjoyed myself this much, I had turned this into a contest, as I knew Eriol had.

Now that the blossom had danced off her anger, I figured we could start keeping up with them. I knew that they were good enough to out-dance us if we weren't really dancing together. So far, our movements had been owned by the fact that we were very stiff and formal, not really wanting this to be a repeat of last summer's experience.

The beat switched to something out of Spain, and I finally caught a view of the two. They had started into a modified tango, and, everyone had to admit, it looked damn good. They could both seriously dance.

It sucked for them that I knew we were better.

I kept dancing until I felt Sakura's attention return. As I watched the warring couple half a dance floor away from us finish up, I began to smile. Of course, it was a cold smile, but it was still a smile.

I heard the rhythm of the music begin to change, and grinned when I heard the whooping from my friend's dance die down as the two modestly left the floor. This was perfect for what I was planning.

It was a very hyper remix of a Chinese group that used ancient string instruments to produce modern music which sounded as if it had gone through a synthesizer. Basically, it was like techno played on string instruments that, when remixed, was going to sound like it was taking shots of pure sugar.

Luckily, this was a song they had redone in their instruments that originally came out of Mexico. The group redid it and their version had gone through a circuit of high-end clubs in Amsterdam. Now the remix was played globally.

I leaned down to shout in her ear, "Alright, Eriol and Tomoyo just left the dance floor. Wouldn't it be great if they were ashamed to come back?"

Her green eyes began to glitter wickedly as she followed my lead. Stealing an idea back that Eriol had originally stolen from me, I led her into a modernized and altered version of a salsa dance, at half the speed of the Chinese song.

We picked up speed, our moves becoming more and more complex. I added one spin each time I twirled her, until we were up to tempo and she was twirling six times before resuming the normal dance steps.

I slid her under my legs, pulled her one armed over my head (which she pulled off by going over in a sort of slow backbend, one leg at a time) and slid her under my legs again in time to twirl her three times so quickly it only took two pulses of the music.

The last note of the tune was held out as the pulse of the techno remix shifted, and I acknowledged it by ending her twirls in a slow dip. It lasted exactly the full length of the note, and an abrupt pull up to my height once it finished was met with whistles and hollers of approval.

"Well." She said, tugging me off to the bar and waving with tired flaps of her free hand to those who still whistled, "I think we definitely kicked their asses out of this club."

"Yeah, totally sucks for Meiling. She totally just lost a client. And I say one only because Eriol will most likely never be allowed in after allowing Amaya to lose this. Or maybe a little bit because he's part of an opposing gang and clan, but whatever." I added carelessly.

"Yeah, forget the details." She added as we strutted towards the bar.

Tomoyo/Amaya's PoV

"Clow fuck it, they're totally kicking our asses now. Why couldn't they just stay pissed long enough to lose. I hate it when Syaoran forgets he's angry just so he can win things." My companion sighed over his glass mournfully, his gaze fixed to the dance floor.

I raised my face from my water glass to try and see what was happening to get Eriol so mock-pissed off. Witnessing Li pull my cousin underneath his legs, over his head, and then underneath them again, I winced.

"Shit, I can't even bend that way, much less dance like that. Stinks that we can't keep up but oh well… I can still pretend like I'm better at arming and disarming bombs." I said with a polite smile over towards my companion, forgetting the fact that I was trying to find a way to break through his polite façade.

As I said this, the song changed, and whistles could be heard over the sound of the music.

Raising a single eyebrow, my vain companion tilted his head quizzically and asked "Well are you? Better, I mean."

"Oh yes, I'm definitely better than her. I am perfect after all… but I don't know which of us can use bombs better… I don't believe we've ever gotten to test it. It would be fun though. I enjoy explosions." I said charmingly, sipping at my water and turning to see Sakura and Syaoran stop in front of us.

"Yes," Sakura said, smiling in an excited way, "It would be very fun. And explosions can be beautiful." She sighed and looked off into the distance as if imagining one.

"Oh Dark, please never let fate put these two together with Nakuru…" Syaoran groaned.

"What, that sometimes hyperactive and sometimes dangerous looking girl with the maroon hair? If she weren't a Hiirigizawa I would have said hello the first day I saw her on campus, maybe even asked her to examine some homemade weapons designs with me to look for flaws. Sucks that her passions are wasted in the free time we have at lunch all because she's affiliated with you, ne? I do love the way she dresses, though. If that truce thing you tried to offer us ever pulls through, do suggest her to me will you? Sonomi would love to have her as a model…" I said in a thoughtful tone as I finished off my water.

"Syaoran, telling them that was so not a good idea. Next Nakuru will have them over to help her design new motorcycles or something while she chatters on about those 'hot seniors' or whatever. Girls…" Eriol drawled, rolling his eyes and eliciting laughs from Sakura and I.

With shock, I realized that the four of us were enjoying the company of other teenagers who could keep up with us on a mental level and who were even with us on a mature level.

Seating themselves, the other two turned towards us.

"So," Sakura began, crinkling her eyes in a smile, "Too bad about you two getting crushed by us on the dance floor. Looks like our performance was way more appreciated-" She was cut off by Eriol's aristocratic 'hah'!

"Laugh it up old man, but we could take you two anywhere and anytime." Syaoran said before Eriol's mouth could form another word or expressive vocal grunt.

"Old man?" I inquired innocently as I waved the empty water glass at a bartender.

"According to my cousin, who's only about … wait… am I even older than you?" Eriol cut himself off, counting silently on his fingers, but getting lost before he got very far.

"You mean you don't know?" Sakura said, looking at them oddly.

"Well it isn't really how the joke started." Syaoran said grabbing one of the two waters that had been set down for Sakura and him. "It's just that he acts so old and world-weary sometimes. And he's a damn cranky bastard whenever he loses anything. Unless it's something he goes into knowing I'm gonna beat him. Just can't go down without a fight though, can you, old fart?"

"Syaoran, once again, your maturity amazes me. However did you manage to retain the mind and control of a four year old child with special needs? I honestly can't believe your brain is that advanced." Eriol inquired in the exact same innocent tone I had used only sentences before.

As Sakura began to laugh at Syaoran, I added in, "Oh come now, Hiirigizawa-kun, we mustn't make fun of the unfortunate. I'm sure he wasn't that stupid before he met all of the smart people…"

This was the last straw for Sakura, who laughs easily anyway. Thinking her giggles had been dying down, Sakura had just begun to take another gulp of water. Choking on it, she coughed it all back into the glass and practically erupted in hysterical laughing and pointing.

"Didn't any of your sadistic relatives ever drum into you head that it's rude to point and laugh at the same time?" Syaoran asked her, scowling when she drew curious stares towards us.

"Yeah," she managed to get out, "It's only okay if you do it to someone who seriously just got burned."

He sighed and gave a friendly nudge to the back of her head, which now showed signs that there had been tears of mirth rolling down her face somewhere during this last page of the fanfic.

She recovered and, leaning an elbow on his shoulder, raised her glass high, announcing, "This next gulp will decide by just how big a margin we completely crushed the pathetic dancers next to us."

She proceeded to chug her water glass down, following it with Syaoran's so smoothly that she didn't even breathe in between the glasses.

"Damn." I said when she was two thirds of the way done, "Sorority's are going to be dying to have you join them so they can dominate the drinking games once you reach college…"

She finished and slammed both glasses down onto the bar happily (she had been grasping one in each hand…). Sitting back and looking like a satisfied and well-fed cat, she removed her elbow from Syaoran's shoulder.

"I protest." Eriol said suddenly. I turned to see a mock pout on his face. "That was two gulps…"

"And it's too bad that those people on your other side are so bad at dancing. We never saw them, but did they suck that much?" I commented, referring to the couple making out on the chairs on the opposite side of Syaoran, who was seated next to Sakura, who was seated next to me, who was seated next to Eriol.

Author's Note: Remember, they're at a bar, so it's a straight line! It goes: strange making out couple, Syaoran, Sakura, Tomoyo, Eriol.

Sakura raised her eyebrows, an obvious imitation of the look Eriol adopted whenever the blatant truth was denied and said, "I suppose we'll just have to have a rematch when my mother starts singing then, ne?"

"Sure, why not?" Eriol said with a touch of arrogance, "If you have that much lack of confidence in your previous performance."

"Yeah, well, I just think that Sakura and I weren't really in sync, you know? I mean really, for us that wasn't really a top-notch performance. Come on, now, you have to admit, some of our moves ended just a smidgen off of the beat." Syaoran said in a falsely worried voice, mocking Eriol's classic western manners by using the british word 'smidgen'.

Despite the mockery, at the completely serious looks I saw Syaoran and Sakura exchange and the nods of understanding shame they both did, my jaw still dropped a touch. I knew both Eriol and I probably had looked shocked for a split second.

After Sakura and Syaoran had finished basking in the smugness they got from fooling us for a second, Sakura began to excitedly shift around in her seat.

"Ooh, Amaya-chan I have such a good idea! Let's do a dance-off!" She said, getting blank looks from us at her suggestion to do the very thing we had just been discussing. Registering our looks, she shook her head, once-tight pin curls now loose and flying around. "I mean with different pairs! You and me versus Syaoran-sama and Eriol-sama! How funny will it be when they lose!"

I began to smile when I realized what she had in mind, and began to look around for some of our other friends.

Meanwhile, the guys enjoyed not exactly mutual looks of 'Oh fun! Experimentation!' and 'Oh Clow, what a totally girlish idea. Am I supposed to find this idea funny?'

Author's Note: Hint: Syaoran is the one in bold… Eriol in italics…

In the end, it was an enjoyable time, despite the company. And I say 'despite' because I'm too worried the phrase 'because of' may be an accurate replacement of it. Chiharu and Rika paired up, and Takashi and Terada joined up. Sakura and me and Eriol and Syaoran tied. The others got bored of watching and left to get drinks, so we just gave up.

After a visit to the bar, we all ordered drinks and Naoko appeared, off of her shift, to suggest a game of 'Ten Fingers' with alcohol. Everyone agreed, and we found ourselves at a circle of couches off to the side of the club, near the glass wall, on the opposite side from the door, behind the highest white column on which VIP's were gathered.

Sakura's PoV:

The game 'Ten Fingers' is a game in which you sit in a circle and each person holds out all of their fingers. The first person to go begins with 'I've never…' and may fill in the blank with anything they'd like. Since the object of the game is to put all ten fingers down first, people try to say things that they have done. If someone says 'I've never done blah blah blah', any player, including the one who said it, must put down a finger if they have done it. It gets very interesting very quickly, and although Terada and Syaoran had never played, everyone else knew how to do it, so we got settled fairly quickly. The shots had been carried on three trays. Naoko had taken two and Chiharu had grabbed the other.

The modified version, a.k.a. Chiharu's version, was where anyone who had more than three fingers left up by the end of a round had to take a shot.

We all crammed into some couches and loveseats centered around a table, and proceeded to play.

The End!

Sorry! It was shorter than normal because I really really wanted to update for ya'll the minute I started to work on this. I threw it together in a little over an hour, so feel free to point out any editing mistakes

I'm trying to get ya'll some dirt on the characters's in the next scene, so look out for it. The next chapter should be coming up soon, because it'll be a total blast to write!

No, I didn't forget about Kero, I'm just having him step in halfway through the game! I think I may have him step in with a three finger handicap and win or something, but anyway…

Please review, and don't hate me for not updating, I promise I'll be better now that summer has started!

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