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Meiling is becoming more devious by the second, and with Tomoyo combined, what on Earth could they get up to? And with Syaoran retreating slightly, how will his relationship fare? Will he be better before the competition? Who knows... *Sighs dumbly*
Review Replies:
Noir-San: Thank you! I think your english is pretty good, considering you can read this. I can't speak anything other than a little french and a tiny bit of japanese. Anyway, I'm glad that you like it, and Eriol is going to be in it alot more from here on - he is the second main character. Haha! Thank you once again!
Sakura evil twin of Sango: Thank you so much for your review! Heres the next update! Thank you!
lietothedevil: YAY! More Eriol/Syaoran lovers! I'm glad that you like it so much. *Grins broadly* Thank you so much!
mandarin'peel: Thank you for the review! In my head the real main characters include Meiling and she is cool. She is going to be a part of a the main-stream plot and her own little sub-plot. But don't feel too bad, Syaoran is with Eriol, so he's good for now, and Sakura will be dealt with soon. Don't hate her just yet, if only for our Tomoyo's sake. Thank you very much!
A big thank you to all of my reviewers once again! *Bows low with a silly grin on face*
Okay, one last thing:
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Gypsy Dance
by Brooding Darkness
Part 6
Really, they were a wonderful pair of shoes.
Meiling sat in her cousins office, sitting in his large chair - a really comfy chair - across from the ever smiling designer. It had been two hours since Syaoran had walked out of the building, and after calming everyone down to the best of her capabilities - there was no way to crush all of the rumours that were spiraling from the row - and she had called the young woman before her to inform her of current events.
"Meiling... If Syaoran had thought bad of Sakura-san he wouldn't've¹ set us up."
"I know," she sighed, sipping at her frest cup of green tea. "But Sakura's not everything she seems. She'll lead you, and then she'll be too scared to back out until the last minute... like she did with Syaoran."
Shaking her head sadly, Tomoyo was still unsure of what to think. Her date with the green-eyed model had been wonderful. More than that, it had been perfect. And despite what her best female friend was saying to her, she just couldn't quite believe it.
"What was so bad? I mean, yes, she hurt Syaoran - and no one wants that - but how late did she leave it? You said they were engaged..."
"Yes, they were engaged. It was horrible! They had set a date, they had everything prepared, Syaoran had cooked the food himself - not that anyone else knows that - and everything was ready!"
"Then what happened?"
"She left him at the alter. She didn't even turn up to the church," venom slid over her words as she remembered the amber eyed eight-teen year old sat in the front pew, eyes never crying, only staring blankly ahead when the news of her unwillingness had reached him. "She had sent a cowardly message to the church receptionist, and no one knew where she was. Syaoran was beyond crushed... he was empty. Syaoran... Syaoran had promised his mother before she died that he would marry for the family. And Syaoran always keeps his promises. Always. Aunt Yelan died three weeks before the wedding, and it was the only thing keeping him going... After she had left... he threw himself into his work. The business was his outlet.
You were is outlet."
Tomoyo blinked at that. Cocking her head, she frowned slightly. "I was his outlet? How?"
"He knew you through college, and you contacted him a year after the wedding fiasco. Your involvement in becoming partners in your business with him fixed him. Well, not completely. I think his new lover has finished that." Crossing her legs, Meiling watched the amethyst eyed woman as she thought through all of this.
"Alright. Sakura-san needs watching, I'll agree on that. But what should I do? I like her. But I don't want to hurt Syaoran further."
"You won't. She won't. I've got a plan," she smirked, red eyes twinkling once again.
"Good." Smirking, Tomoyo had sprung back into her usual mood. "By the way... about this new lover..."
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From a re-scedule, Tsukishiro Yue was now sat outside his twins' lovers', younger sisters', ex-fiance's office awaiting the call-in. He was internally wary after the shouting that had occured the day before (really, he had never heard such venom from the young woman before) and a part of him wished that his annoying twin would do this instead.
"You can go in now, Yue-san," Meiling spoke from her seat behind her desk.
Standing, the silverette nodded slightly to her in recognition before he walked through the indicated door. The red-eyed woman had always struck him as odd, as her mood tended to swing from bouncy to cruel to upset and back to happy again in a matter of seconds, with no masks involved. Truly, she was quite an enigma. And one Yue preferred to leave well enough alone.
Closing the door, Yue focused his attention on the grant money that he and Yukito wished to recieve from the Lady Yelan to open up a new production building.
"Ah, Yue-san. Its good to see you again. My sincerest apologies for the re-scedule," Syaoran's voice was indeed fully sincere, and the silverette noticed that the brunettes eyes were slightly darker than the last time they had met, but not as dark as he had thought they would be considering yesterdays performance.
"Its quite alright. Yukito thought that I might benefit from knowing the cause of Sakura-san's upset last night. I, however, am not getting involved."
At this Syaoran's face lit up with a smile. Almost chuckling, he indicated the chair in front of him, saying, "Thats just like you, Yue-san. You haven't changed in all the time I've known you."
Taking the offered seat, Yue replied, "Why should I change? Am I not perfect as I am?"
It took a moment, but Syaoran's slight startle saw the glint in the others eye. This made him chuckle outright.
Mission accomplised, Yue thought to himself. Syaoran was always easier to deal with when he was in a good mood. Even for Yue.
"Too true. You are indeed, perfect as you are. Now, about this grant. I am more than willing to give it to you, however, one of my assistants much be with you when you choose the building to make sure that it is appropiate, as the grant will be representing you, and inturn, me. Is that to your agreement?" Syaoran's business tone was stong and knowing. This was one of the brunettes main areas of strength, and he was always professional, regardless of the circumstance.
"That is something that I can fully agree with, and I welcome your assistant to help me personally view the three already chosen buildings. We will view the three in turn, before choosing the most appropiate. If neither meet the assistants or your own standards, then I hope we can re-visit this issue when a new building more suitable is found."
"Agreed."
Shaking hands, Yue silently begged that the 'assistant' was someone from the front desks of this level.
"You can take Meiling."
It was early morning and Eriol was sipping his usual cup-of-tea-to-go² as he viewed the models entering the large garden area for a new shoot. The photographer was getting the lights set up as the blunette stood to one side viewing the area. It was quite pretty really. Being a late summer setting, the female models were all dressed in whites and browns, with the odd red or orange added in to give an almost autumn feel to it. But there was one model he was watching in particular.
The long white summer dress lined with brown/orange leaves, and a 1940's styled hat set off a beautiful image of the past brought to life in the present. Sakura always did have one of those 40's figures and faces, and this particular wardrobe set it off wonderfully.
She had already worn three previous outfits, and not a word had passed between them.
If Sakura was hoping to find sympathy from him, she was greatly mistaken.
He had managed to get most of the story out of his crying lover before the brunette had fallen asleep in his arms, and from what he had pieced together from the story and the phone call was that Syaoran had been hurt, and it was close enough to intentional that Eriol was rightly furious with the green-eyed beauty.
Finishing up on the last photos for the white hat and dress ensamble, Sakura made her way slowly over to the bluenette. He was stood with his tea in hand, staring out at the various activities ongoing for the shoot. This was actually an important shoot as it was to feature in the centre page of the magazine - one of the worlds biggest - and the design was to be the main centre-piece for this years fashion ball in London. It would then move onto New York, and then Paris, before finishing in Venice.
Really, he should be paying closer attention.
But his mind was elsewhere, which brought the green-eyed model into his sights. Smiling blandly, he waited for her to finish her slow approach. When she stood next to him, she took a deep breath, and let out a quite whine.
"News has the tendency to spread fast in this business. Yet, I've known you for four years, and not once have you spoken about your engagement to Li Syaoran," his voice was cold, but not entirely unkind. Sakura's face revealed the shock that he had felt the night before, and she ended up swallowing her words before they had a chance to escape her mouth.
"H-How did-did you find out?"
"Thats not important right now Sakura. If you have a background like that, you tell me. I can't be your manager and I can't protect you if you with-hold such information. What if I had found out through the papers, Sakura? What would have happened then? It would look bad on you, on me, and on the company, and in turn, anyone associated with the company. Think, Kinomoto-san. Or it will be the death of your career."
Smiling widely as though nothing had happened, Eriol pushed away from the table slightly, getting ready to speak with the photographer about the picture. Not even turning, he pratically threw over his shoulder, "As for Daidouji Tomoyo-san? She's a good rival of mine, and she's also a good friend of this company as of tomorrow. I may have set the two of you up, but I won't appreciate you hurting her too."
With that, he didn't inteact or speak with her for the rest of the shoot.³
Notes your Inner-Gypsy's should know of:
¹ wouldn't've: Well, to the best of my knowledge, this *is* a word. Or at least to us Mancunians it is. If you don't know what it means, basically its "would not have" all in one go.
² Yes, he is still getting that same drink from the same shop. Maybe with a little unknowing hope ^_^
³ For a model's reputation, the director/producer/manager ignoring her is a ba~d sign. I wanted this to show just how annoyed Eriol was with Sakura. He's so annoyed that he's being unprofessional with her, and he still hasn't informed her of what he's really mad at.
Brooding Darkness: Who loves Meiling? She's great right? Anyway, I better stop here. Its already 1'733 words, and thats without the authors imput. More will be up soon! Please review! Thank you! The fluff will come!
