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Warning: Mentions of violence and sexual content.

"Blah blah blah" is speech
"Blah blah blah" is the person talking on the other end of the phone
####### is a time cut, but with the same people at the same place

Gypsy Dance
by Brooding Darkness

Part 15

Hand to her head, Tomoyo slowly lowered herself into the dark plush chair in her office at Dark Angel Fashions relieved that her first week working with Clow Reed had gone extremely well. Now that she had a few minutes to think to herself before the next day's work had to begin – with lots of documentation and financial bursaries to boot – the young dark haired woman fell into the cushioned seat and wondered at the pain in her temple.

She was sure that she had had this headache – or migraine, as it seemed to have become – for well over a month, if not longer. Scowling, Tomoyo rummaged through her skirt pockets looking for her favourite little bottle of ibuprofen and paracetamol. Shaking it slightly, she realised with a slight horror that the bottle was almost empty.

And it was only in the back of her mind that she wondered if she was horrified at how many she had taken since the bottle had been full that very morning, or at the fact that the bottle was almost empty and that meant that she had to be careful until she could get her hands of some more.

Sighing, she popped three more, taking a gulp of her tea to swallow them down and rubbing circles into her temple hoping that the pain would leave soon. Leaning back, Tomoyo sank slowly into unconsciousness.

~*~*~'Cause I'm a gypsy, are you coming with me?~*~*~

Yue had never thought too deeply about how he came across to other people, and he had never thought too deeply – if at all – about how his reactions impacted on people so long as it wasn't his twin brother.

Now, the silver haired man was wishing he had at least a little outlook on his actions before he made them.

His back hit the wall to one side of a currently closed takeaway store, and he grunted at the impact, reflexively bracing himself for the next punch. It came an instant later, landing squarely on his jaw and sending his head back into the wall. Grunting once more, Yue glared hard at the five men in front of him.

One of the men – a dark haired Italian looking man with greased back hair – was keeping post near the entrance to the alley where he had been dragged in off of the street from.

The other four men had then decided to take turns in beating him up. At first the silverette had decided to just let them hit him one time each, figuring that that would be enough to get rid of them. Alas, it had merely made him easy prey in their minds as they had grinned cruelly to one another, cracking various bones and readying themselves for their next assault.

Of course after the first four hits and with the realisation that the four men were only just getting started, Yue decided to fight back. Of course that was the theory: in practicality he had barely been able to fend them off. Obviously these four men had been excessively trained in martial arts and he was hard pressed to take them down.

Still, Yue pushed himself off of the wall, raising his left arm to fend off another punch the silverette pushed the momentum and the punch to one side and used his left hand to punch the first assailant in the nose. This forced the first assailant to be knocked unconscious with a bloody nose, and if not for his currently heightened instincts due to the adrenaline currently pumping around his body, Yue would have missed the kick aimed at his left side.

As it was, Yue shifted his weight just enough that the impact wasn't as painful or as bad as it could have potentially been, and he grabbed the leg with his now free hands, dragging the second assailant and slamming him into the wall in which the silverette had just been flung against himself mere moments before.

Not waiting a second, Yue aimed his own kick at the third assailant, grabbing the fourth's chest by his shirt and spinning in a half circle so that the fourth was used as a barrier against the third when the third returned the kick. Pushing the fourth to the ground, Yue dodged to one side as the third swerved a jab and danced around the fourth so that the two were kept in each other's sight.

Standing up, the second held himself against one wall, sneering as he brushed blood off of the curve of his mouth. Growling slightly, he flew at the silverette only to be punched in the gut and kneed in his groin. Falling down, the second assailant clutched at himself, gasping for breath,

Satisfied that the second assailant wasn't going to be rejoining the fight anytime soon, Yue focused the rest of his attention onto the other two men.

The other two men were, of course, much more hesitant about attacking the silverette as the man had remained both composed and expert in his movements. The silver eyed man was obviously just as accomplished if not more so than they were, put together.

The rest of the fight passed fairly quickly, with Yue dispatching the two men effectively. By this point the fifth man had long since ran off leaving the silverette stood in a dark alleyway in the middle of the afternoon with one unconscious man and three injured men on the ground. Grimacing inwardly, the silver eyed man brushed himself off almost casually, wiping away as much of the blood and dirt from his face and clothes before walking coolly out and back onto the street.

This attack would not be far from his mind, and he was going to do everything in his power to find the one behind this – not that he didn't have a good idea already – and make them pay.

~*~*~I might steal your clothes and wear them if they fit me~*~*~

Sighing, Eriol pushed himself lightly so that the computer desk chair he was currently occupying spun slightly in a half circle, before the bluenette pushed himself back the way he went, and then he repeated the process. Working from home was so boring for him, and even though it was necessary work, he couldn't help but wonder when he could finally enter his work office again.

*RING RING RING RING*

"Hello? Eriol Hiiragizawa speaking." Coming to a rest from all the spinning, Eriol tried to smile into the phone, hoping that the person at the other end of the line wouldn't pick up on his boredom.

"Hello, Mr. Hiiragizawa? This is Jessica O'Hara, Mayor Marybury's Personal Assistant," a woman's voice spoke clearly and confidently down the line.

"Hello, Ms. O'Hara. What can I do for you?" He politely replied, coming to a stop and sitting up properly in his chair. Any thoughts of boredom were immediately removed from his mind as it went straight to the case.

"I would like to speak to you in reference to the case... however..." The hesitation didn't go unnoticed, and the confidence that she had started the call with was almost completely gone now.

"However?"

"However, I wish to speak to you from my own personal view, not the Mayors."

"I understand. Please continue."

"...Well, Nathan is a friend of mine since I work with his father so closely, and I'm aware of his own view on this case. He wished to drop the whole thing, except that we both know that his father, the Mayor, won't. Or at least not so easily," she spoke, sighing slightly. It was clear that she respected her superior, but she didn't really share his views to their entirety.

"That's reassuring. And I am aware that Nathan doesn't want this case to progress any further, as indeed I do not, however, I doubt that Mayor Marbury will let the case drop just like that," he replied. Leaning back in his seat, Eriol crossed his legs and let a light frown mark his features as he tried to think of a way to end the lawsuit without having to go through his current idea.

"There might be a way. But it won't be easy, and you'll have to give something up in return," she said almost hopefully.

"That sounds promising, although it does depend on what you wish me to 'give up'. I have a plan of my own, but it will take a little longer to get to and the Mayor may not like the backlash," Eriol admitted. It was only fair really, he thought, as she was more than willing to work with him to solve the problem.

"Well, it's a start. Can you come down to the Mayor's office in two hours?"

"I do believe I can find the time for that, yes." He had too much time in his opinion.

"Good. Well, then I'll see you there, Mr. Hiiragizawa."

"And you Ms. O'Hara. Goodbye for now."

"Goodbye."

Putting the phone back onto his desk, Eriol wondered at what he was supposed to do at the Mayor's office.

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Once again sat in that nicely decorated meeting room, Eriol wondered if perhaps he should have called his lawyer, Philip, before coming here. He had initially agreed to come due to a common interest with Ms. O'Hara – namely, Nathan – but now that he was here, he wasn't quite sure how this would work out legally. Maybe he should've made a call to Syaoran as well.

"Thank you for meeting me here," O'Hara spoke, walking elegantly into the room. Standing up to shake her hand, he smiled his infamous Cheshire Cat smile at her.

"It's a pleasure, although I am quite curious as to what you may be up to," he replied.

Indicating for the two of them to take a seat, O'Hara placed a plain brown file onto the table in front of the bluenette. "This is a legal agreement which will end the trial right now."

"Oh? And what exactly does it entail?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Feel free to take it to your lawyer, if you like," she replied shrugging. "It only states that no further action will be taken if you swear never to mention the Marbury family in public again."

Picking up the folder, Eriol casually opened it up and flipped through the document inside. Mildly appalled – he had half expected this – the bluenette carefully placed the folder back onto the table top before addressing the main issue with it.

"It also forbids me from having any contact whatsoever with the Marbury family – including my good friend Nathan – on pain of arrest," he stated, folding his arms and letting the light reflect on his glasses in a way he knew made him unreadable.

"Nathan would still be your friend... you just won't be able to see him socially," she countered.

"Or at all if that document is anything to go off of. Not to mention the arrest. Why would I sign anything which may one day convict me when I haven't done anything wrong now? No Ms. O'Hara, I'm afraid I am going to have to refuse the offer; although I want to make it known that I am grateful for the offer made today. Thank you for your time, and I'm sure that I'll see you in court soon." Standing, he nodded to her before making his way to the door.

"Wait! Please! This is the best I can do right now," she insisted.

"Of course it is. Mayor Marbury won't budge on his position and as a clever woman you know that the case won't hold up in court, and that the Mayor's position will drop because of all of the bad publicity surrounding the case which he is sure to lose. If anything, the dismissal of the case – which will happen, I assure you – will make sure that Mayor Marbury will not be elected again. Is that not it, Ms. O'Hara?"

Nodding seriously, O'Hara wondered at the manager's ability to remain calm and collected while logically explaining the current situation. Almost as though he was a lawyer himself.

"Have you ever been to Law School, Mr. Hiiragizawa?" She asked, genuinely curious.

"No, Ms. O'Hara, I attended a local Business School. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of work to do. Thank you for your time once again," nodding to her, he quickly left.

~*~*~Never made agreements, just like a gypsy~*~*~

Rocking back and forth on her high heels, Meiling chewed on the inside of her cheek while letting her thoughts drift off to places she usually didn't consider. She wanted to tell Syaoran everything that had happened, but since Yue had interrupted her fight with Cleon, she had yet to see the blonde man, so she was going to let things simmer for a while and see where they went. She also felt that she needed some time off work but at the same time she wanted to throw herself into her work and get things done.

"Meiling!"

Coming back to the moment, the red eyed beauty smiled brightly at the green eyed model who was rushing over to her. Cheeks bright from the cold weather and the slight run to her, Sakura looked every bit the model she was famous for.

"You didn't have to run, you know," she smiled letting the brunette catch her breath.

"I know, but it's just been so long since we've done anything together that I got a little excited," she giggled, regaining her composure. Nodding, the black haired woman grinned back before getting a wicked twinkle in her eyes.

"So, where shall we start? Shoes or bags?"

Blinking, Sakura spoke at the same time as he old friend.

"Shoes."

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Collapsing into the cafe chairs, the two women giggled at the amount of bags they placed by their feet.

"I can't believe you convinced me to buy that many shoes!" Sakura laughed, stretching her legs out.

"I can't believe you question it! A girl can never have too many shoes," Meiling replied as seriously as she could, receiving a laugh in return.

"I missed this," the model said.

"Me too."

Motioning for a waiter to come over, the two asked for a hot tea each and some teacakes (the current kind, not the marshmallow kind) to dip into them.

"So, how are things between you and Tomoyo going?" Meiling asked.

"Great! I can't believe how lucky I am to have her. Although I am worried. She's overworking herself too much and yet she won't relax. I even had a bit of a chill this morning," she answered with a light frown.

"A chill? Like the ones you used to have? The ones that always came true?" The red eyed woman queried.

"Yeah."

"Have you tried calling her? Or trying to contact her at all?" Receiving a shake of a head in reply, Meiling continued. "Why not?! Call her now! You're always right about those 'feelings'. Syaoran always is too, that's why it's so hard to get anything past the two of you."

"You think I should? I don't want to disturb her while she's working."

"I would. And if she's fine then at least you know, and she knows you care," the other woman reasoned.

"That's true. Still..."

"Sakura. I'm not kidding. When you get a chill, that usually means something's wrong," Meiling spoke sternly. She was adamant that they shouldn't ignore the model's feeling. Too many times in the past they had done that, and things had never gone well.

"Alright. I'll just make a quick call then." Worried now, Sakura took out her mobile and typed out her girlfriend's number from memory.

~*~*~And I won't back down 'cause life's already bit me ~*~*~

The second part of the Semi-Finals of the Cirque du Crepscule was well underway, and it had taken a bit of a run and a long taxi ride to get to the warehouse on time. Having paid the fee, Gypsy quickly slipped into the studio, keeping himself to one wall and slipping in with the other contestants. After a few seconds of searching, he spotted Maki and smiled as she spotted him. She motioned for him to take a seat next to her and he gratefully slid down next to her.

"Have I missed anything?" He whispered.

"Not yet. I think they're still getting themselves together," she replied smiling brightly. Nodding in relief, Gypsy took a quick look at the other contestants in the room.

The weird salsa couple were still present – clad in their usual brightly coloured attire – as were two other dancers from the previous round. A few dancers and dancing couples that he had never seen before were also present, so Gypsy assumed that this would be the last Semi-Final before the Finals. Or at least he hoped so.

"Maybe we should get to know them," Maki suggested, indicating the fluorescent clad couple.

"Maybe. I think we might be seeing each other in the Finals if we get through," he nodded, relying.

"Attention! Everyone, please! Thank you!"

The room went silent as the three judges stood to one side and the MC clapped her hands to gain the room's undivided attention. "Thank you. Now, this is the last round before the Final's so make it count. We are going to do this a little differently today. We would like you to perform your own routine, and then you'll be shown a routine by our very own instructor before finally dancing to the music that we will set you. And no, I'm afraid that you will not have any time to prepare for the final music. Now, to begin with, we will call out your number one by one and you can perform your prepared routine. So, let's begin! Number 1. Please take the stage."

The first dance stood handing over a disc with their chosen music on and the first dance began. The cycle continued until every contestant had danced, with only a few mistakes having been made. Gypsy was just thankful that Maki and himself hadn't made any of the mistakes – and he noticed that the salsa couple also hadn't.

Standing up and taking the floor once more, the MC smiled at them all before speaking. "Well, done! That was excellent! We'll take a short ten minute break here before I introduce you to our Instructor who will take you through the next routine – which you will all perform together." With that the MC wandered off.

"You were amazing!" Maki said, looking at Gypsy in awe.

"You think so?" He blushed back, rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought that you were better. Have you done any training?"

Blushing right back Maki nodded lightly. "I went to ballet school when I was much younger. I kept at it at home, but this is the first time I've performed it in front of people since."

"Well, you seem like a professional to me. I'm actually a little envious," he admitted.

"Not as envious as I am of your wardrobe. Where do you get your clothes from?" She asked glancing at his current attire.

Today he had come dressed in yet another of Tomoyo's creations. A black shoulder-less gypsy-style top with two thin bands wrapped around each of his arms were adorned with small silver stars, and black shorts with two belts with silver buckles to match the stars on his shirt completed the look. It was usual, yet tasteful and yet another of the designers creations that she had never seen him wear – but he had worn it once in the club and it had received a nice review, if not as nice as his other more revealing costumes.

"A friend of mine makes them. She likes designing things for people, even if they don't want her to," he answered smiling at the thought of his friend. He had worried a little about her that morning as he had a sudden chill about her. He had brushed it off though in favour of getting ready for the competition. She would be his first call when he was done today. "I could ask her if she'll make something for you when she gets the time, if you like?"

"Oh, no! I wouldn't want to be a bother!"

"I'm sure it won't be a bother for her. But you may have to wait a while, she's been pretty tired lately," he explained.

"No, no! It's alright, really. I just think that you always look great," she smiled at him, grinning wider when she saw his blush. "Now, I wonder what sort of routine they'll want us to do?"

~*~*~And I won't cry, I'm too young to die if you're gonna quit me~*~*~

Mumbling slightly, Tomoyo raised her head, not realising when she had set it down on her crossed arms onto her desk. She knew that she had been tired recently, but she hadn't realised that she had been that tired.

*BBBRRRRBBBBRRRR*

Finally registering what it was that had awoken her, the amethyst eyed woman grabbed her mobile off of her desk and clicked the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Tomoyo? It's Sakura, are you okay?"

"Oh, Sakura! I'm fine thank you, why?" She asked rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Glancing at the clock, she realised with horror that she had slept for nearly four and a half hours. Now she was never going to finish on time!

"I've tried calling you three times already. Are you sure you're alright?" The concerned voice made the designer smile. Over the time they had gotten to know each other, Tomoyo had noticed that Sakura rarely put herself first. And this time was no different.

"I'm fine really! I just have my phone on vibrate so I didn't hear it go off. I'm sorry," she apologised feeling slightly guilty over the half-lie.

"Oh! That's a relief! Are you still working? Meiling and I are out having drinks if you want to join us?"

"No, no, that's alright, thank you! I have a lot of work to do, although I might take up the offer later on if that's alright?" She smiled relieved and sad at the same time.

"Of course! I'll come pick you up later! And- Meiling stop sniggering! Gosh, you're a pain!"

"Hmm?"

"Sorry, Meiling's making some rather... err... rude comments about what 'later' means."

"Well, you can tell I said it will be much more graphic and better," Tomoyo snickered right back.

"Hoe! Tomoyo! You two are as bad as each other! And Syaoran calls me the hentai!"

"Actually, he calls the three of us hentai's, and rightfully so!"

"Meiling wants me to tell you she said 'Damn right'," the model sighed into the phone. Giggling, Tomoyo could just imagine the looks on the other two women's faces as the conversation continued.

~*~*~'Cause I'm a Gypsy~*~*~

Brooding Darkness: Well, there you have it! I'm almost finished and I'll try to get the next chapter up soon! Possibly just another chapter or two to go plush the epilogue. Anyways thank you for reading and please review! Flames are just as welcome and great reviews! Thank you!