Disclaimer: CCS & all its characters are not mine, and the quote I used is Shakespeare's from The Merchant Of Venice. That's all folks. 8)
What a lazy day.
Daidouji Tomoyo smoothed down the folds of her pale pink summer dress as a breeze wisped by, disappearing into the heat of the afternoon sun. Sakura was sprawled a few feet away, and she could just hear the Card Mistress' light snores. She smiled inwardly and she surpressed a giggle that was bubbling inside her.
Craning her neck upwards, she saw two figures moving deftly through the foliage of the gigantic cherry tree. Every so often, she would hear the creak of a branch and a few more leaves would tumble to the ground. Shaking her head at the two young men (or to address their current state of mind) boys, who were playing a game of "Blast The Baka Off The Tree", she returned to her book.
All of a sudden, she heard a yell, a crack, leaves shaking violently and the inevitable sound of someone hitting the ground. Sakura sat up, a 'Hooeee!' escaping her lips as she glanced around half-asleep then becoming fully awake as she found a disheveled Syaoran beside her, looking a tad unconscious.
"HOE! Li-kun! Are you all right! Can you hear me?"
A mumble. Suddenly, the Chinese descendant was on his feet, dragging a surprised Sakura with him, who was barely able to hold him back. Tomoyo had managed to get up and help Sakura keep the feiry brunette from acting out his death threats and curses aimed for a certain young man with an impish grin and mischievous blue-grey eyes. Exasperated, Sakura finally took him by the ear and in the likeness of a certain Chiharu Mihara, dragged the still cursing Syaoran away from his reincarnated ancestor.
"You need a time-out mister!"
Laughing, Tomoyo returned to her perch, leaning against the tree as she was joined by the cause of this whole tragic mishap, Hiiragizawa Eriol, who landed beside her with the grace of a cat.
Not looking up from her book, she spoke with a smile and her eyes shone with mirth,
"You're just asking for a deathwish, aren't you?"
Grinning, the young man took a seat beside her, leaning over and taking a slender hand away from the book, patting it reassuringly.
"Now, now my dear Daidouji-san, I'm a tad more careful than that. I wouldn't do anything that would make you miss me."
"And what makes you think I'd miss you?" She quipped. Instantly, she surpressed a giggle as his face fell and he took her hand in both of his.
"I'm hurt, Daidouji-san."
Rolling her eyes and pulling her hand away, she turned back to her book. They sat in comfortable, albeit humid, silence for a while as she read her book and he watched Syaoran and Sakura in the distance. Syaoran was sitting haphardly on a bench, blushing furiously as Sakura fussed over him, ridding his hair of twigs and leaves. Eriol smiled. The couples antics never failed to amuse him, even after a year or so of their being together.
Clow never experienced that.
It suddenly hit Eriol with a sharp pang. His centuries-old reincarnate never made time for this. Crushes. Love. Romance. It was always magic, prophesies, knowledge. No wonder he didn't know how to deal with Madoushi.
Hm. Sometimes, I wish...
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a weight on his right shoulder. Holding his breath, he turned his head sharply to find a familiar head of glorious, silky black hair cascading in waves against his arm. His gaze softened.
He slouched against the tree to get comfortable, carefully so as not to wake Tomoyo up. He studied the exquisite beauty from the corner of his eyes. He noticed how her cheeks were flushed from the summer heat and her features were contorted into a rather serious look on her pretty face, as though sleeping were a task which required complete concentration. How her thick eyelashes had a flourished curve and how her breath came out lightly and steadily.
Gently taking the book from her hand, he glanced at the cover then turned to the page she was reading. Shakespeare. He remembered mentioning The Bard once, when she asked for some good literature. Pleased that she listened to his recommendation, his eyes scanned the page when a line jumped out and as he read it, he felt the slightest colour creep to his face.
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformed to a boy.
He merely stared at the passage, even as Sakura and the much calmer Syaoran made their way back to their picnic tree and Tomoyo sighed contentedly.
Overhead, the sun's rays beat down on all of Tomoeda, save four teenagers sitting under the shade of a large cherry tree.
A/N: Wow, they keep getting longer & longer, don't they? I just love including S+S, they make it so much more light-hearted although I do worry I cheap out on the ExT but I digress, you readers tell me what you think. 8)
Thanks for the reviews by the way, muchly appreciated. 8D
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