Summary: Tomoyo and co are sick of their boyfriends hanging out with Syaoran. They need someone to "fix things up". Guess who...
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I suddenly had this inspiration one morning, now I've made it into a story. I know... I should really finish my other ones...
Prelude...
At a local resturant, 3 friends chatted without a worry in the world...
"Man, Syaoran, I really envy you. Tomoyo and me were going on our usual weekend shopping. I had to carry ten dozen bags."
His companions looked on in sympathy as Eriol started to recount his story.
"She visited at least a thousand designer shops. The some miscellaneous shops that sell..."
Eriol paused, trying to remember what was sold.
"something. It was so boring that I can't recall what was sold! Every shop looked the same. I still have 'does this look good on me' ringing in my head right now. What is Tomoyo's fascination with shopping?" Eriol sighed and shook his head.
"Maybe you should tell her that you find it boring"
"No way! She'll be really upset! Like remember that time when you guys came over for dinner-"
"Yeah, yeah, don't remind me."
"You know, Eriol, I've heard of a guy that died after shopping with his wife twenty hours straight. She didn't realize until she stopped dragging him around. The paramedics arrived later and declared the man was long dead due to 'Chronic shopping boredom'."
"Takashi, that sounds serious." Syaoran piqued, drawn by Takashi's story. Eriol was sceptical. His Takashi-tall-tale-o-metre rising fast. Takashi did have a reputation for telling grossly exagerrated stories.
"So she was dragging his dead corpse around all day at the shopping mall?"
"Not all day! He died during the shopping spree." Takashi was slightly annoyed that his usual sharp friend had asked an ignorant question.
However, the thought of Eriol's passing reminded Syaoran of an important issue.
"Eriol, you better have me included in your will."
After glaring at Syaoran, Eriol offered,
"Of course, you'll be inheriting my much prized toilet brush, my dearfriend."
"Let's not get too side tracked guys. So how about this movie?"
"Fine. I'll tell Tomoyo that I won't be going with her next Saturday."
"Yeah, show her who's boss, Eriol!" Syaoran energetically added.
"That's easy for you to say, since you don't have other halves"
Takashi nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I had to promised Chiharu to tell less of my stories before she'd let me go."
"So all three of us will be there?"
"It's a date!"
The other two looked at Eriol weirdly.
Back at home...
"Tomoyo, please. It's opening day. Syaoran have already reserved a ticket for me! The guys are expecting me there. We can go shppoing the weekend after. We can go twice in fact, to make up for it!"
"Eriol, I promised the tailor at the mall that I'll return this Saturday for a third fitting. You were there when I told him. When I consulted you, you said yes. You promised!"
He promised? Eriol thought hard, back to that day...
"Eriol, after this, let's I go visit that store! Wait, let's see this one. Oh look at that cute teddy bear. Isn't it adorable? Should we go there and take a look? Can we buy ice cream on the way? And by the way, I told Mr Taylor, the tailor that I'll come back next week okay? Eriol? Are you even listening to me?"
"yes"
"So what is it?"
Eriol couldn't even remember what the question was...
"yes"
"Oh that's great, you're so great!"
Eriol breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Situation resolved. Or was it?
Back at the present...
Eriol smacked his forehead, it looks like indeed agreed to it.
"Can't you phone him and tell him to reschedule?"
"No. I'm sorry Eriol, but my dress is more important than your stupid movie."
"But it's not stupid, it's the most anticipated action movie of the year. Syaoran said it'll be the best of the series."
"SYAORAN! Syaoran is a bad influence on you! You don't know how much I put up with listening to you talk about that guy! Oh, Syaoran brought us to this cool bowling club. Syaoran gave me this cool video game. Syaoran recommended that resturant. Syaoran hurt his toe kicking brick wall. Syaoran went to the toilet. Syaoran! Syaoran! Syaoran! I'm SICK of it!"
Memories of the dinner fiasco were surfacing...
"But me and Syaoran are best friends since primary school!"
"If you like him so much, why don't you marry him!"
Eriol with his mouth open, was shocked speechless. Tomoyo rarely ever yells at him.
"I... I'm sorry Tomoyo. I guess I do talk about him a bit much."
Between the guys and Tomoyo, he knew which one was more important.
"You guys hang out together too much!"
"Yeah, but I uh" Eriol tried to find a suitable excuse. He didn't want further restrictions on his activities with the guys. He racked his brain for one which isn't all lie. Bingo.
"Syaoran is lonely because he doesn't have a girlfriend."
"Is that so..." Tomoyo's intense gaze studied the squirming Eriol.
"Yes, yes. So, we're always there to support him."
Although he improvised the reason on the spot, there was truth to it. Syaoran was single. If he had a girlfriend, then they would probably not hang out as often. Chatting to the Syaoran was their relief to living with partners.
Tomoyo appeared to be in deep thought.
"Perhaps, we should help him"
She could hardly contain her amusement.
A tint of growing evil was apparent in her eyes. A smile crept up on her face, which eventually grew to uncontrolled laughter.
Hahaha Mwahhahaha
"To.. Tomoyo? Are you okay?"
"I have the perfect solution for that! A friend of mine is coming back to visit."
"A friend? No... no... It can't be what I think you're thinking" A horrified Eriol shook his head as he began to realise Tomoyo's evil plan.
"Eriol, I'm warning you. If you interfere, you'll regret it."
What can poor Eriol do? He's just sent Syaoran to his doom.
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18/8/2005