CCSxSt Tail. Two gangs at Tomoeda High; Sakura's and Syaoran's. Both hate each other equally, but what happens when they have to stand side by side against another school? DM ET but especially SS
HiEe! Okok sorry about tha longgggggggggggggggggg gap between updates but im doing my best! Soz bout strawberry cookies as well..i working v hard on tat one..I PROMISE PLZ DON'T KILL ME -.-;;
Disclaimer: 'tis not mine. No characters r mine, juz the storyline...
The Ice-cream Parlour: A New Union is Born
"Alright then," Syaoran said grimly. "We'll need to start the procedures...anyone got a clean pocket knife or switchblade of some sort?"
"Right here," Asuka replied, producing a silver switchblade.
"I'll go get some wine from the bar," said Eriol, leaving the group.
"I think I got some good paper and a pen in my handbag," Tomoyo said rummaging through her bag.
"Got anything small and sharp?" Syaoran said.
"Here, use my hairpin," offered Sakura. "Are you sure?" Syaoran looked doubtfully at the glittery and jeweled hairpin in his hands. "Looks expensive..."
"Doesn't matter," Sakura grinned, "it's Tomoyo's."
"Okay...what about a match or firelighter?"
This time, nobody answered him. Meimi got up. "I'll be back," she said. Syaoran stared after her, confused. "She's gone to steal one," Sakura told him. "Don't worry, she's very quick and agile...she can steal anything!" A few minutes later Meimi returned, flicking a firelighter with a wicked smile. "Boys are such suckers," she laughed, but looked pointedly at Asuka.
Asuka was about to retort when Syaoran stopped him. "Don't," he said quietly. "You're gonna be in the same gang soon...better get used to it." Asuka crumpled back into a heap on the lounge chairs.
Soon Eriol returned to their little corner with a glass of white wine: white for purity in the honest bond that they'll be sharing soon. He placed it in the middle of the table and joined the circle of people surrounding the table.
"Tomoyo, is it ready yet?" asked Syaoran.
Tomoyo held up the slip of paper she had been writing on and also placed it in the middle of the table, next to the wine. It read:
On this day, I, Sakura Kinomoto, Leader of Blood Phoenix, proposes a union with the Dragoons.
On this day, I, Syaoran Li, Leader of the Dragoons, accepts your proposal.
From this day forward, Blood Phoenix and the Dragoons will share their pains and achievements, victories and downfalls. We will fight side by side to defend our honour and our territory. We will come to aid when each other is harmed or provoked, and we will fight until we have fallen.
Thus, a new union is born.
Signed,
Signatures.
"Daidouji, did you have to make it so...formal...and cliché?" Syaoran said after reading it aloud to the group.
Eriol laughed lightly. "Well at least the easy part's done. The next part...who would like to go first?" he had the switchblade in the palm of this hand but nobody wanted to take it. The metal of the blade caught the flashing neon lights and it glittered dangerously.
"I'll do it," someone said bravely. Sakura got up from her seat and took the blade from his hand.
"Wait..." Syaoran called gruffly. "I'll do it."
"Fine," said Sakura, "but you can do it after me."
"No...I want to do it first!" Syaoran was ready to snatch that thing from her hands.
"Why?! I volunteered first!" she said, dodging his attempts.
"Because...because..." Because it wasn't right for girls to get hurt...well, hurt first anyway...
"Ladies first, right?" she continued.
"Oh my god...I can't believe you're arguing about this! For me, I would rather be last!" Tomoyo rolled her eyes. Syaoran swallowed what he was going to say because he knew Tomoyo was right.
When getting no further response from him, Sakura positioned her left hand on top of the glass of wine and opened her palm. Using her right hand, she placed the blade against her open hand. The cold silver on her skin made her shiver. She also shivered because she was scared. It's not everyday that you had to slit your own hand...
Everybody had their eyes fixed on her hands. Syaoran watched her every move and sensed her fear. Her right hand was shaking slightly and he could hear her breathing quicken. Sakura raised her right hand, ready to bring it the blade down.
Syaoran jumped up and quickly seized the blade and to Sakura's and everyone's astonishment, cut his hand and let the blood ooze and trickle down his fingers into the wine. The white wine mixed with the blood and darkened. The drops of his blood seemingly dissolved with tendrils of red snaking and misting up the liquid in the glass.
Sakura gasped angrily. "Li! I can't believe you just did that!" She hurriedly snatched the blade off him and unlike a moment ago, didn't hesitate when she sliced the sharp tool across her palm. Syaoran observed her as she let her blood drop into the glass, and was surprised that she didn't wince at the pain, considering how she was scared before. Sakura saw him looking at her and gave him a self-satisfied "huh!" before returning to the circle with her nose in the air.
"I still can't believe you're still arguing about this!" Tomoyo said. She left her position by Eriol and closed her fingers around the knife, biting her quivering lip and momentarily closing her eyes before she, too, created a gash in her palm. Adding her blood to the wine, she offered the blade to the remaining three.
Eriol was still stunned that Tomoyo had got that over and done with so quickly. He was still staring at her hands, how the crimson liquid was staining her perfect, white skin...Eriol shook his head clear when Tomoyo gave him the blade with a small smile. Apparently Meimi and Asuka were still reluctant about this alliance. Eriol held a breath in and sliced a deep cut on his hand and included his own blood. The mixture in the glass had now swirled into a dark evil red. Eriol turned to sit back next to Tomoyo. She was bandaging Syaoran's, Sakura's and her own hand with...ribbon?
"Tomoyo always has ribbon in her handbag..." explained Sakura, laughing, seeing Eriol's 'what-the?' look.
"Of course I do," Tomoyo said, busily tying a nice green bow on Syaoran's hand, "I'm usually the one who has to fix up Sakura's or Meimi's hair after clubbing...or partying...or swimming...or ice-cream eating..." Eriol sweatdropped.
Syaoran, examining his newly bandaged hand, looked over to the remaining two who still haven't done it yet. "Come on, Asuka buddy," he said, "as Kinomoto said before, we can break this uh, alliance, straight after Chinatown."
"Yeah, Meimi. Just get it over and done with," called Sakura, unable to move her arm because Tomoyo was tying a red ribbon round her hand, "It's not that bad, I promise."
"Well, Haneoka?" Asuka said, staring pointedly at the knife.
"Well? Well what?" Meimi said, irritated.
"Well," Asuka said, taking the knife off the table. He gripped the handle and taunted, "Last one to cut their hand is..." he was about to cut his palm when Meimi, with her agile reflexes, grabbed it off him and ran it through her hand. She stuck her tongue out triumphantly. "Is a rotten egg," she finished his sentence. The others laughed at the two as she let her blood dribble into the glass.
Asuka stared at her in shock, and then quickly recovered. "Pfft," he made a sound of annoyance. "Bitch." Meimi blew him an imaginary kiss with her uncut hand. "Love you too, m' dear." she said sarcastically in the same English accent she used earlier that day. Asuka ignored her show of unrealistic affection and he included his own blood into the wine, which was now almost a red black.
Once everybody's hand had been wrapped in ribbon, thanks to Tomoyo, they returned to their former circle. "Okay," Sakura broke the silence. "Now we have to sign the contract..." Holding her hairpin up, she said, "Who was the first one to add their blood to the glass? Oh yeah, I remember," she looked at Syaoran, answering her own question, "how could I forget?" she said huffily.
Syaoran smirked and got up, taking the hair pin from her hands. He dipped it into the wine-blood mixture and very carefully, used it like ink to sign on the dotted line. Sakura followed after, then Tomoyo, Eriol, Meimi, and lastly Asuka.
"Okay," Syaoran said after Asuka finished his signature. He snapped his fingers with his undamaged hand. "Mirror," he said inaudibly, summoning the card. The others watched him use the Mirror card to make two other copies of the contract with all their fresh signatures on it.
Tomoyo took one of the copied versions and placed it in her bag while Eriol took the other, folded and pocketed it. The original contract was still on the table. Syaoran rolled it up and dropped it into the wine glass, soaking an end of it into the liquid. "Kinomoto," he said politely, "would you like to do the honours?" Tomoyo felt her left eye twitch. She still wasn't used to them two talking so...nicely to each other. Eriol noticed and gave a quiet chuckle.
"Of course," Sakura replied, just as politely. She snapped her fingers and a flame ignited inside the wine glass, burning the piece of paper slowly. Strangely, the whole glass hadn't burst into flames. "Why do we have to copy then burn it?" Meimi asked Sakura softly, confused. "It's not safe to have an original document left lying around," Sakura told her, "because we used a magic form of bonding, if another magical being finds this original contract they could use this bond to harm us. It's best to just have a copied version as evidence of our alliance."
Everyone sat in silence after that. Two of them were tense about this new union; two of them were content; and two of them were still in shock about it.
And so, as the music and beat circled around them, and the surrounding people continued to dance, in that little corner of the club, six teenagers sat back, watching the small fire burn inside the glass...
...until the flame died out
Thus, a new union is born.
R&R thnku
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