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Gypsy Dance
by Brooding Darkness
Part 1
The businessman had almost finished his drink when he noticed that the erotic dancer from almost an hour before was talking to the bartender, dressed in a loose pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt, with a light denim jacket. The dancer was no longer smiling, but was rather scowling - almost glaring really - at the man stood behind the bar.
The lights flickered over the room, and the businessman stood, heading towards the door. Not a few moments later, Hiiragizawa Eriol was stood in the freezing cold of night - it was afterall 2:06 in the morning - in the dead of winter, in the business suit that he had worn to work, and snow was falling gently, cresting the streets in white.
It only took a moment to call a taxi, and since the agency was located just around the corner from the club, it should be here very soon. Eriol smirked, turning to face the door. Waiting.
And not for long, either.
The amber eyed dancer came out of the club a few seconds later, and rubbing his hands, he spotted the businessman watching him. Glaring, the dancer, turned on his heel and began walking away...
"Hey! Do you want to share a cab?" Eriol asked. The dancer faced Eriol abruptly, eyes glaring fiercely at the man.
"Why?"
Eriol was slightly surprised to recognise a chinese accent come from the dancer, and even more surprised at the tingling that warmed him from his head to his toes at just one word. "I thought that it would be the gentleman thing to do, since you seem to be walking home tonight." Eriol smiled mysteriously, although he knew that that would more than likely give off the wrong impression... he just couldn't help it.
The dancer continued to eye him harshly, even while replying. "Which direction do you live in?"
This question silenced every thought running through his mind. It was true that he hadn't thought of that particular detail, but he didn't miss a heartbeat in replying none-the-less. "West of here. Over near the Turtle apartment buildings. How about you?"
Nodding, "Close, but still a slight distance," he answered. The dancer fluidly moved to stand near him - but Eriol noticed not next to him like he hoped. Eriol nodded, but otherwise decided that it would be best to keep to himself.
Li Syaoran was not poor. Quite the contrary - he was filthy rich. Being one of the biggest business owners and CEO's in the world, his company 'Lady Yelan' - name solely after his late mother - was the worlds best business trading industy, and he came more easily into money than one would expect.
His late night dancing was a secret that he planned to keep, and no one from the 'world-above' knew of it. He had always wanted to dance - and at one embarrasing point in his life, sing - and the only way to do so, was at these late night clubs where no one knew him or ask any questions.
Despite all that, the pale young man who he was stood near - about to share a taxi with - was the first he had met that didn't seem to want to get straight into his pants. It was intriging, if not slightly suspicious. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Syaoran reasoned with himself, that as a martial artist trained from birth, he could protect himself if need-be.
A dark red car with huge yellow stickers plasted across the sides and bumpers pulled up in front of them. The driver called out a very unusual name considering they were in England - the man's name was apparantly 'Hiiragizawa' - before the businessman nodded, and procceded to continue being a perfect British gentleman, and opened the car door for him. After giving the address to the driver, the cab continued on.
"Hello," Hiiragizawa spoke, turning to him. Syaoran merely nodded in return, staring out the window. "I must say, and I apologise if this offends you in anyway, but that was certainly a beautiful performance."
Raising an eyebrow, Syaoran once again studied the british man. Dark hair, grey-blue eyes covered by thinly-framed glasses, pale skin, sharp features, and an aura of perfectly infruiating calmness. Syaoran was not as easily angered as most people generally thought. He just usually couldn't care less about most topics. But this man seemed to just be able to rise his anger levels with a simple smile.
"It doesn't offend me. Thank you." Trying to keep his sentances short, Syaoran also tried to ignore how attractive the man sitting next to him was. He had found out a long time ago that he was bisexual, and he didn't care who knew - his only problem was that he didn't find anyone worthy to be in a relationship with, and he wasn't the type to get into 'fun' relationships that lasted only a few days.
Hiiragizawa smiled again, trying to draw the brunette into a light conversation. "Maa maa... the stock markets are sky rocketing lately, and it really is unbelievable just how some of the idiots in the industy made it happen," he spoke, chuckling.
Syaoran nodded sympathising. "Especially the idiots in the clothing industy. Give them a hideous design, and they can still manage to get people to wear it - just by letting a professional model wear them on the catwalk! The world really is plummeting."
Both the driver and Hiiragizawa laughed at this, but the businessman seemed to focus on the knowledge that Syaoran seemed to hold of the business world - and more importantly, how this would allow him to keep the conversation continuing. "You seem to know the business industry well."
"Who doesn't, if they can open their eyes more clearly," Syaoran retorted. Hiiragazawa laughed again, and this time, Syaoran couldn't ignore the warm feeling settling into his stomach. They continued to banter lightly over the marketing industy, untill the cab pulled up outside the Turtle apartmet building, and helped the dancer out of the car. Paying the full fee, the dark haired man suddenly seemed to remember something.
"My sincerest apologies! Where are my manners! Allow me to introduce myself, I am Eriol Hiiragizawa, at your service," the man had picked up Syaoran's right hand and now kissed it after the small introduction. Colour flared to the dancers cheeks, and Syaoran nodded in acceptance. Still holding his hand, Eriol awaited Syaoran's reply.
"Most call me 'Gypsy'," Syaoran answered only giving his stage name away. Eriol nodded at this in complete understanding.
"We are well met, I hope."
"We are indeed," Syaoran answered, keeping up with the old english traditional style of speach.
"Perhaps we could discuss the world industries over coffee sometime? I would be absolutely delighted to be within your company, Gypsy," Eriol offered, kissing Syaoran's hand once more.
The blush rose higher on his cheeks, and he tried to keep his voice steady as he replied. "Perhaps... but I don't drink coffee. It'll have to be hot chocolate for me, I'm afraid."
Eriol smiled in slight surprise. It wasn't every day someone would prefer a hot chocolate over the ever addictive caffine drink - although he himself preferred traditional english tea. Nodding, Eriol kissed Gypsy's hand once more, slipping his card into the mans hand. Bowing lightly, Eriol moved towards the entranceway of the apartment building leaving the beauty with a simple 'Goodbye'.
He knew that he would be thinking of the brunette for the rest of the night - and as always, he was rarely wrong.
It was a day later, and Syaoran was taking a break from the run-through of morning meetings he had just had, when he brought out the card that the charming man last night had slipped into his hand. He had been slightly disappointed when the Hiiragizawa had just left like that - and it had piqued his interest. The dark haired man was simply a mystery, and more so when he found out that the business card he now held was for a company in close runnings with 'Cherry Blossoms' - who was one of his best friends from Japan, Daidouji Tomoyo.
The number placed professionally in edwardian script upon the small card had him chewing his lip, and his mind was split into two on whether to call or not. After all, he had no idea what the man wanted - and the fact that they might simply talk didn't seem like the most likely option, yet with this myesterious man, he might never know - and Hiiragizawa may just be looking for some company.
Looking up at the clock, noticing that he had two hours to go until lunch...
Pocketing the number, Syaoran picked up the phone.
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