Disclaimer: CCS is still not mine. Damn. XP


"Daidouji-san!"

Eriol was aghast. Never in his teenage life and even still, in the centuries of his reincarnate, Clow Reed, had he ever, EVER witnessed something so vile... so wicked that the very foundation of all that is good and pure had crumbled at the feet of the young man. If angels witnessed this, well, to be honest, Eriol doubted angels existed after witnessing this... this...

"Oh, Hiiragizawa-kun. You almost frightened me. Please shut the door, there's a draft coming in and I'm getting a tad cold."

If his jaw wasn't already on the ground, it probably would've dropped even more at what she said. More so, how she managed to say it so casually. As if he were greeting him to come inside for a nice cup of tea.

"Come, Hiiragizawa-kun, the tea is waiting!"

Somehow, he managed to close the door.

Shaking his head violently, he followed her into the dining area, trying his hardest not to squeal out loud. Taking a few breaths, he slowly felt his composure come back to him as he seated himself across from his raven-haired hostess who was pouring the contents of the china kettle into her cup. Glancing down, he realized his was already filled. He was only somewhat aware of Tomoyo's polite conversation as he still hadn't found the courage to look up quite just yet.

"I've been working on it all night and I still can't figure it out. I'm just so relieved you've been speaking this language all your life and that you were gracious enough to come here and visit me. Honestly, I just can't grasp the concept of these English essays Terada-sensei is so fond of giving out."

Don't look up. Just, don't look up. You'll be fine, Hiiragizawa, snap out of it.

"Hiiragizawa-kun! Is everything alright?"

Meekly, the sapphire-eyed teen looked up. Even before he lifted his head, he could already feel the flit of a pout and the cold stare on her face.

"Ah... Iie, Daidouji-san. I was just... It's just... " Clow, strike me down now. Before she does.

"Well?"

With an exasperated sigh, and mustering what little sense and dignity he had left, Eriol cleared his throat and explained in his authorative voice, the one he used to order Nakuru-san and Spinel-san,

"I wasn't quite prepared to witness you in such a casual fashion."

"Well, we are just doing homework."

He kept his eyes at her face. For 2 painfully silent seconds, he kept his eyes on her beautiful face.

And suddenly, it occured to her what he was talking about. To think she actually believed he was mature enough. It was his fault anyway, when he showed her the magazines from London and pointed out their outfits. Or lack thereof. Never, ever doubt a man's hormones.

Her eyes narrowed and before he knew it, a biscuit had found its way to his forehead, averting his gaze.

"Oh for goodness' sake, Hiiragizawa! It's a camisole."


A sly, Hiiragizawa grin formed on the young reincarnate's face.

"My dear Daidouji-san, remind me to get you the latest issue of Cosmopolitan."

And there goes another biscuit.


A/N: Err. Yes. It's 2 AM, don't ask. I just felt like something humourous although by the end of it, it didn't seem too funny anymore. I'm at a lack of ideas, thankfully summer is officially here and that will definitely give more inspiration.

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