Chapter Thirteen
Card Captor Sakura
Mischievous Love
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In Which A Love Letter and An
Argument about Smrtness appears.
Sakura heard the doorbell ring and with fume still steaming from her ears, she stomped across the hall to get it.
" You haven't found the sledgehammer yet, have you?" Tomoyo asked teasingly.
Sakura glared. " Once I do, you'll be as flat as a pancake missy!"
Tomoyo giggled and Sakura muttered, " Teenagers and their urges....." as she swung the door open.
Amber eyes met hers and Sakura nearly felt herself melt into a puddle.
" H-hey..." Sakura squeaked out.
Tomoyo swept past her and whispered, " Teenagers and their urges , eh?"
Sakura shot her a glare and turned back to Syaoran.
" What? What? Why are you on my doorstep expecting me to roll out some red carpet and call some trumpeters?? Huh? Huh?"
Syaoran looked like he was fighting some inner turmoil and a muscle jumped in his cheek. Sakura watched him for quite a while as he whispered, " Be nice." " No, Prank her!" " No, be NICE."
Sakura rose her eyebrows. " Having fun talking to yourself? Or is there some imaginary friend I can't see who you talk to all the time to relieve yourself of some serious mental problems only having them increase when you figure out this imaginary friend isn't REAL??"
Syaoran grunted. " Shut up." Then he smacked himself. " Oh, wait, Sakura, I-I need to talk to you..."
Sakura blinked. Once, twice. Then another.
" Fluttering your eyelashes may have once been a form of flirting, but now that's considered weird," Syaoran remarked.
Sakura glared. " Having a child whose genetics were similar to those of a hippo was once considered weird, but now that I see you, I pride myself on being one of the few to actually see one."
Syaoran glared. " Wrote that one out , did you?"
Sakura snapped back, " As a matter a fact I did, smarty pants."
" Smarty pants?" Syaoran spit out. " Who uses that anymore??"
Tomoyo cried from the kitchen, " Stop fighting and get on with it will you?"
Sakura shouted back, " Your the one to talk , you kisser of hippo's friends!"
Syaoran gasped. " Tomoyo kissed Eriol?"
Sakura nodded. " Uh huh, on the lips too!"
Syaoran's grew wide. " Are they going out?"
Sakura shrugged. " I heard that Eriol was going out with someone else!"
Syaoran leaned in. " Well , I heard-" Then he stopped and collected himself. Now they were sounding like rumouring teenagers. God , this needed to stop!
" Miss. Sakura Kinomoto, I have a proposition to make," Syaoran said, standing up tall.
Sakura blinked. " Propo-what?"
Syaoran continued formally, " My family is quite rich and quite famous in Hong Kong. Maybe you haven't realised this yet. I am to be the next leader of the Li Clan and I have a task to carry out. That is probably why I'm going to offer you a deal. A deal where you will be given such a offer, you can hardly say no."
Sakura narrowed her eyes. " How about...NO?"
Syaoran glared at her. " Hear me out first."
Sakura growled, " No hear me out!"
Syaoran burst out, " First let me propose my deal-"
" No!"
" YESSS!"
Sakura groaned. " Fine. Ladies first. Go on."
Syaoran grinned in triumph ,then squinted. " Did you just insult me somehow?"
Sakura smiled innocently. " Can't figure it out, smart alec?"
" Smart alec? Who uses that-"
" Just talk!"
Syaoran cleared his throat. " I hereby declare that if Sakura Kinomoto, which means that thing sitting over there for those brain handicapped, accompanies me to tomorrow's feast and announce that she/he is my friend, I will decease all pranks and practical jokes."
Sakura rose her eyebrows. " Friend? You?" It was at this moment at about 4:00 that Sakura burst into hearty laughter that did not seem to stop until the clock struck 4:03.
Syaoran glared, his eyebrows narrowing. " Not literally! Just PRETEND! For those dim witted among my audience.." Here he stared pointedly at Sakura, " I'll spell it out for you. P-R-E-T-E-N-D...the dictionary defines pretend as To give a false appearance of; feign; To claim or allege insincerely or falsely-"
" Okay , Okay! Don't get all scientificy with me!" Sakura burst out.
Syaoran blinked. " Of course girls can't understand science, I wasn't being scientific. But of course, I should've realised it a long time ago , in Math, where you thought World War II was world war eleven."
Sakura flushed. " That is so not true!"
Syaoran smirked. " Having trouble recalling that memory part of your non-existent brain?"
" That is it!" Sakura tried to punch him, but Syaoran just moved a centimetre to the side, a smirk still present on his face. She tried punching him again and again, but Syaoran just caught her hands and held it against her. Sakura glared up at Syaoran, her eyes burning. Once I'm through with him, she thought, struggling to free herself from his grasp.
Finally she stopped struggling and gasped, " Let me go, Syaoran!"
Syaoran's grip relaxed, but Sakura didn't pull away. Her hands remained in his, for a reason she couldn't quite fathom, for she seemed captivated by his eyes. He's using that magic stuff on me again, she thought briefly as his face got closer to hers.
What the hell is going on??
" Sakura! Look what Eriol gave us!!"
Sakura jerked her head away and Syaoran's lips brushed her cheek before he flew away from her, letting out a strangled yelp as he realised what he was doing.
Sakura meanwhile was trying to control her breathing as Tomoyo came rushing down the stairs, an excited look in her amethyst eyes, an envelope clutched in her hand. When she saw Syaoran, her eyes widened and she backed away slowly.
" I didn't know he was still here..." Tomoyo trailed off, wiggling her eyebrows faster than a normal human being could wiggle their eyebrows. Sakura swore that she could be in the Guinness Book of records for the fastest eyebrow wiggler....
" It's alright, Tomoyo! Stay!!" Sakura said, wondering why in the pit of her stomach, she wanted Tomoyo to be magically transported to the other end of the universe.
That's what magical spells do to you...goodness...
" It's alright! I'll let you guys have some....privacy..." Tomoyo giggled and then ran off, turned back again and giggled once more. They could still hear her giggles ten minutes later.
Sakura turned back to Syaoran. " You were saying?"
Syaoran had bright red spots on his cheeks and he flushed even more when Sakura turned back to him. " Uh...I was saying...uh...something about...yah..."
" Something about some party, I have to announce being friends with you and you'll pay me five thousand dollars..." Sakura prompted.
" Five thousand dollars??" Syaoran blurted out.
Sakura sweat dropped. " Okay, maybe not the money. But you said you'd stop pranking me and bothering me."
Syaoran nodded. " Oh yah...Yes or no? You coming or not?"
Sakura felt the strangest urge to say yes. Teenagers and their urges...wow, she never knew how right she was when she said that.
" No."
Syaoran's eyes bulged. " NO??"
Sakura nodded. " N-O. Now please remove your feet from the Kinomoto premises before I am forced to take drastic measures."
Syaoran sputtered, " B-But you can't say no! The elders will butcher me! I neeeeed you!"
Sakura smirked. " You need me, eh? I'm sure we can strike up a deal, where we can be quite satisfied with the results..."
She leaned in and whispered something in Syaoran's ear. Syaoran yelped. " WHHHAAAATTTT?"
Sakura nodded. " Slave for a week. You have to dress up as a princess on Monday, a pimp on Tuesday, a teletubby on Wednesday , a gorilla on Thursday and a cheerleader on Friday. All these are subject to change."
Syaoran growled, " Don't push me, Kinomoto!"
Sakura shrugged. " Those are the regulations. Yes or no, makes no difference to me. Bye bye!"
There she shut the door on Syaoran's gaping face and dusted her hands off, triumphantly. " I am so smart! Smrt!" She sang as she trotted into the kitchen where Tomoyo was trying not to appear as if she was eavesdropping.
" Good job, Sakura!" Tomoyo high fived her best friend and Sakura giggled.
" Imagine if Syaoran agrees! This will be the most...interesting week we'll have in our whole history in Hong Kong."
Tomoyo nodded and started to cook dinner, getting out some flour and eggs.
" So what were you talking about?" Sakura asked Tomoyo as they set out the ingredients.
Tomoyo blinked. " About what?"
" The thing Eriol gave us. What was that all about?" Sakura asked.
Tomoyo gave a squeal. " Hiiro! He-He gave Eriol a letter, to you! ADDRESSED TO YOU!"
Sakura gave a sarcastic cheer. " Oh yea! I am so excited! Now let me dance around the kitchen to celebrate the happiness I have!"
Tomoyo sweat dropped. " Come on, Sakura! This is sooo romantic! Come, read it!"
Sakura protested, " I really don't feel like it-"
Tomoyo got a mean glint in her eyes and shook her fist threateningly. " Read. It."
Sakura blinked. " Oookay..."
She grabbed the letter out of Tomoyo's hands and ripped it open. " Dear cherry blossom, smell so sweet, i love you, you are the moon, stars, yah yah yah, I love you again, you are the one and only, meet me by the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard, blah blah, Hiiro."
She dumped the letter back into Tomoyo's hands. " Done. Now lets get this dinner finished, shall we?"
Tomoyo blinked at her. " He wants to MEET YOU?"
Sakura shrugged. " So?"
Tomoyo breathed in and out, like she was near to hyperventilating. " THAT MEANS HE WANTS TO GO OUT WITH YOU! Soon, you'll be married, with kids and celebrating anniversaries and taking walks around the park when your old..." She clasped her hands together, stars in her eyes. " So kawaii..."
Sakura sighed. " Look, I really don't feel the same way Hiiro does. I'll probably go, tell him to get another girl, cause I really do not need all this boyfriend, girlfriend stuff right now-"
Tomoyo gripped her arm. " Do you realise what your saying? Your going to break his poor heart! Did you see what he wrote?? He'll die for you, your his one and only, he loves you with all his heart and even if you reject him, he'll never love another woman, because you are the only woman for him!"
Sakura's eyes grew wide. " Really?" Sakura breathed, a bit uncomfortable now.
Tomoyo nodded. " He's so handsome and smart. And athletic! Those silky black locks and those beautiful clear blue eyes...god, he's to die for! He loves you, Sakura. He wants only you."
Sakura turned back to her baking, her shoulders drooping. " He is kinda cute, isn't he?"
Tomoyo nodded, eagerly. " That's an understatement!"
Sakura giggled. " And he's nice. He always tips his hat and bows, like I'm some princess. He always helps me go to each classroom and blows a kiss at me...not like Syaoran.."
" Don't you compare him to Syaoran! Syaoran doesn't even deserve to be compared to such a prince like Hiiro." Tomoyo said.
Sakura smiled faintly. " I guess...if Hiiro really means it, I'll give him a chance."
Tomoyo squealed. " YES!"
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Syaoran collapsed on the sofa, as soon as he reached the Li Mansion.
Eriol was busy filing his nails and he smirked at Syaoran the minute he staggered in.
" No luck with Ms. Lady Love, eh?" Eriol asked, blowing his nails. " Thought so."
Syaoran glared. " So, Mr. Kisser of The Enemy's Friends, I think you haven't gotten much done, either."
Eriol nearly fell of his stool. " You found out about that?"
Syaoran smirked back. " Uh huh. I don't think fraternising with the enemy was in our plans!"
Eriol rose and gave his trademark smile. " I think not, my dear descendant. I have quite a few tricks up my sleeve. That kiss was all part of the plan. I got close to Tomoyo, made her trust me, and I handed her a letter...a letter addressed to Sakura from our little chum, Hiiro."
Syaoran leaped from the couch. " Really?"
Eriol grinned. " Uh huh. Furthermore, I wrote it all by myself!"
Syaoran sighed, exasperated. " Eriol, what did it say?"
Eriol rose his eyebrow. " Impatient little boy, aren't you?"
Syaoran growled, " Tell me!"
Eriol shrugged. " I told her to meet Hiiro at the cherry blossom tree this Saturday. Enough time to convince Hiiro to carry through with our Ultimate Plan and to set up all the other side plans."
Syaoran flinched. " This Saturday?"
Eriol nodded. " After Sakura carries through with our other plan , to get her to announce to the elders that she is your friend."
Syaoran sighed. He really did not like that funny sensation at the pit of his stomach. Was it guilt??
" I'm not so sure about that. She wants me to dress up as a princess, a gorilla, a cheerleader, a pimp and a teletubby this week and be a slave to her. Then she'll do it."
Eriol shrugged. " Then do it!"
Syaoran gaped. " But we have to make up ANOTHER plan so that we can get her to say yes without degrading the Li name!"
Eriol sighed, filing his index finger. " I missed the part where that's my problem?"
Syaoran growled. " Eriol , if you don't help me, this picture will be all over the school by Monday!"
He picked a picture up that clearly showed Eriol in a frilly dress, painting his fingers flamingo pink. Eriol flushed.
" You wouldn't!!" Eriol growled.
Syaoran smirked. " I would!"
Eriol sighed, resignedly. " Fine, fine. I WILL! But in exchange for that , you have to give me back my Whitney Houston cd."
Syaoran grinned. " Done and done."
Oh no. Look at the time on your computers. If it says anywhere between 12:00 a.m to 12:00 p.m, that means I have to stop writing. You can't be sure if Sakura says yes to Syaoran's deal , or if Hiiro will agree to the Ultimate Plan. Or if Syaoran posts that...revealing...picture of Eriol all over the school! But you will...in the next chapter of Mischievous Love!!!
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Don't blame me for trying to be suspenseful!!
a/n: Sorry about updates, computer problems, uh huh and oh yah and I'll update the next chapter FASTER! YAH! * shakes her butt in triumph*
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