Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN CARDCAPTOR SAKURA NOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS - THEY BELONG PURELY TO CLAMP
Gypsy Dance
by Brooding Darkness
BONUS!
Li Syaoran: Nineteen. Single. Became the leader and CEO of the famous Li Clan and the Clan's business, re-naming it the year before after his mothers death. His childhood dreams had been shattered the moment he had made them - yet somehow, the want to dance and sing was still prominant, even after harsh training.
Although he had been raised a businessman, he still held the body of someone who constantly moved with a fluid grace that not even his mother or sisters held. He knew that his training in martial arts was the main cause - but practicing dance moves alone in his room always helped. It was only after his mothers quiet passing that he realised that his own time was limited to a full span of 80 years (and even then, only if he was luck). So, he had decided to secretly fulfil his passion for dancing.
Hence why he now found himself outside a run down dancing studio.
The building was small, grey and most importantly: not local. Walking in, Syaoran noticed that the secretary there was young, male and busy sorting through papers. Walking up to him, Syaoran caught his attention, hoping not to get recognised.
"Hello. I have an audition."
"Name?"
Gulping Syaoran spoke the false name that he had given to the place (Li Jien, his younger cousin) before being asked to proceed to the next room. Building his courage, Syaoran approached and walked through the door. The room was filled with mirrors, a table that seated three, and a stereo on the corner next to a strict looking woman.
"Li Jien? Good. Sit."
Sitting on the chair in front of the table, Syaoran nodded to each of the instructors, noticing that on any other day, he'd probably own them all. That particular though made him smirk inside and settle his nerves.
"What arts school have you studied at?" the older of the two men (on the right) asked.
"I haven't. Dancing used to be a hobbie, but I've studied at one of the world's best universities, Oxford."
"Well, have you studied under a teacher?"
"No, just myself."
"And what makes you think that you have the experience to study with our dancers and teachers?" He looked sceptical now, almost sneering.
"I know what to do, how to move, and I can pick up and follow any routine quickly. I know how to dance."
"We'll see. Put the chair to the side Mr. Li, and then you can free style to the chosen music," the woman put in her two pennies, before pressing the 'play' button letting a slow beat float out across the room. Pushing the chair to one side, Syaoran backed up a few paces, nodding his head gently to the music.
Then it flowed.
He began to move with all the grace he possessed, and his body moved in a way that it hadn't before - even in his bedroom, alone. It was erotic, fluid, full and in tune with every note that filtered out of the player.
Walking out of the building, the brunette chewed on the inside of his lip annoyed. They hadn't wanted him 'because he belonged in a strip club'. That really irked him. He could so better. But there were other places, and auditions that he needed to get to. He just had to hope that they wanted him to dance to something faster and with less 'grace'.
Calling a cab, Syaoran huffed to himself knowing that he should've gotten that dance part. But, he would just have to get over it and concentrate on the next ones.
That was the fifth one, and still nothing.
Now really angry, Syaoran decided that he needed 'experience'. And the stripper club across the street was staring right at him. Sighing in defeat, Syaoran went in.
Coming out twenty minutes later, a new night job with him, he walked over to the coffee shop on the corner to get a hot chocolate. Sitting at a window table, he laid out everything that he needed to do that week, and what he had been doing for that day - including the auditions.
Hiiragizawa Eriol: Twenty. Single. Having just finished his business degree, he was starting in his first business in the fashion industry, and now looked after three major factories and sixty stores country-wide. Yet, he still wanted something more interesting in his life. Someone more interesting.
Having come out of a meeting with some of the models - his main area of the business - he walked to the coffee shop on the corner, getting a lovely cup'a' tea. Glancing over the tables, his eyes lingered unwillingly on a beautiful young man sat in a window seat with the table strewn in papers. As tempting as it was, Eriol chose to stay at the counter to wait for his drink-to-go.
However, his eyes continued to stray over to the beautiful brunette, and the papers that were being re-organised, written upon, or folded and put away. A smile came to his lips as he watched the man sip at his drink, pretty, big, amber eyes blinking softly at the work below him. A light tap reminded him that he was there for tea, not a date, before he smiled at the waitress before leaving.
Little did he know that he would only remember those eyes, and watching the busy young man later on just after he turned twenty-five, laying in bed with the most beautiful creature in the universe, snuggling up for the third time since they had met.
Walking out the door, Eriol headed back to his office.
Syaoran looked up as a hansome man left the store, before looking back down at his work. For some unknown reason, he shivered slightly.
