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Warning: Nothing! Except maybe a few innuendos.

"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

Epilogue

Trying not to chew on her lip, Sakura viewed the raw chicken in front of her wondering how Syaoran had done this when he was seventeen, let along all the years afterwards.

"It won't cook with just you staring at it. Even if you glare at it, it won't," Tomoyo smiled from her chair.

"I know. I just don't know how Syaoran managed to figure this out all those years ago," she answered smiling back.

"Probably the same way he does everything. He just knows," she dark haired designer laughed.

"Yeah. But that doesn't help me," she laughed back.

Sakura had moved out of her small apartment and she was now living with Tomoyo. Originally, she was only supposed to moving in so that she could help Tomoyo out while the amethyst eyed woman was on bed rest. After the first month though, the two had found that they were more than comfortable with living together, so Sakura had gotten out of her apartments contract early and moved in with the designer. Two months later and they were still in a weird honeymoon phase.

"What does the cookbook say?"

"To put it in a pan and baste it."

"Well, you've done that. What next?"

"To stuff it. Though it doesn't say with what. And I'm not even sure if I should, really."

"Let's just call Syaoran and ask," Tomoyo reasoned.

"No! That'd defeat the object of me cooking. I need to do this myself," the green eyed woman pouted.

"Okay, then lets errr... what's that website called where you look things up?" Scrunching up her face in concentration, and trying to recall the word she was looking for.

"Google?" Sakura offered, smiling sadly.

"That's it! We'll just Google it."

"Okay." Turning back to the thawing chicken, Sakura tried not to let her emotions show on her face.

Tomoyo had gone through with the first surgery like a champion. The mass had been removed in one go and she seemed set to be back on her feet in a matter of days. However, the tests had confirmed that the mass was a tumour and that it was cancerous. But, they had caught it early, meaning that she would need a few rounds of chemotherapy to make sure that it hadn't spread.

A week after removing the mass, the hospital had ran another set of scans to find that two more masses had grown in place of the one. The next two months had been hard on everyone as Tomoyo had been in and out of the hospital with chemo and surgery, but they had finally gotten on top of it, and Tomoyo was now three weeks without a mass and responding well to the chemo treatment.

Officially moving in together had just seemed like the best way to help Tomoyo manoeuvre around. That and they got to sleep next to each other, if not with each other.

Smiling slightly at that last thought, Sakura just shrugged deciding to forgo the stuffing and just put the chicken into the oven and hope for the best.

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

"Was I nominated for something?" Eriol asked smiling at Philip as a herd of photographers flashed their cameras in the two men's faces.

"I don't think so," Philip replied smiling back slightly. The two of them were heading down the halls towards the courtroom where they would be stuck until a verdict came about in regards to the Eriol outing Nathan.

"Well, that's ridiculous! With my performance of keeping quiet about all of this, I should have at least had an honourable mention," the bluenette joked. Philip did nothing but roll his eyes in reply. Over the course of the past three months, the lawyer had gotten over Eriol's eccentricities where this case was concerned.

"Well, those thing are so political now. It's not too surprising."

"True."

Hearing his mobile going off, Eriol quickly answered it, ignoring the disapproving look the other man was sending him. "Good morning, my love."

"Eriol," Syaoran spoke, and the bluenette could hear the smile in his voice. "Now, I don't care about you too much, so if you have a chance to get yourself thrown into jail instead of coming late to this dinner with the girls, then do it."

Laughing Eriol waved off Philip's curious look, and wished that his boyfriend - yes, boyfriend - was there right now so that he could kiss him. "Aww! You break my heart!" He feigned, clasping a hand to his heart theatrically.

"Okay fine. How do you look to Philip?"

"I'm sorry?" Eriol asked, confused.

"How do you look to Philip?"

Quirking an eyebrow, Eriol repeated the question to said man, holding out his phone for him to answer.

"He looks good. Like he shouldn't be convicted of anything," Philip said, completely confused as to just what was currently transpiring.

"What are you wearing, Eriol?" Syaoran asked cheekily.

"Hang on. Eriol, he wants to know what you're wearing. This isn't some weird sex-line thing is it?" The lawyer asked worriedly as he pulled a hand down his face.

"No. Not yet anyway," Eriol replied. "I'm wearing a black Armani suit."

"A black Armani suit," Philip repeated dutifully before passing the phone back to its owner.

"Spandex," Eriol instantly said once the phone was back to his ear.

"Haha, funny. We need to get together later."

"And here I thought we already were."

"To discuss how to handle the next photo shoot. With Tomoyo out of commission for the moment and your best model taking time off we need a more permanent plan than 'winging it'."

"Alright. I'll make sure that we have a bottle of wine, we'll need it."

"No alcohol, Eriol. We've still got later tonight, remember?"

"What's later tonight?" Eriol asked, not recalling anything. He could practically hear Syaoran massaging his temples with the next reply.

"Sakura and Tomoyo are having a dinner celebrating Tomoyo's return home after the final operation. Remember?"

"Ah, yes! That's tonight?"

"Yep."

"No wine then."

"Right."

"You need to turn your mobile off now, Eriol. We're here," Philip informed the blue-grey eyed man as they came up to the courtroom's set of double doors.

"Okay. Sorry, my darling, but I'm off to war in the hopes of winning," Eriol spoke gravely.

"Alright. Don't get killed, we still have that dinner... love you."

"I love you, too," Eriol replied tenderly, smiling brightly.

"See you tonight."

"See you tonight." Ending the call, Eriol slipped his mobile into his pocket making sure it was on silent. "Shall we?" he addressed Philip, opening one of the courtroom doors.

~*~*~Are you coming with me?~*~*~

The office space really was perfect. Yue had to admit, albeit grudgingly, that Meiling out outdone herself this time. And he was more than happy - not that anyone besides Yukito could tell - to sign the contract for the place.

"Finally!" Meiling celebrated, throwing her arms up in the air as a hallelujah. "I thought you'd never pick one."

"This one is perfect," Yue commented.

"They were all perfect," Meiling defended. "You're just a snob."

"With great hair."

"With lovely hair," she confirmed.

Trying not to gape in shock, Touya quickly sent his lover a confused and questioning look saying 'did Yue just flirt?!', but Yukito merely smiled back.

"Now that the business side of this arrangement is done, how about dinner sometime?" Meiling continued, ignoring the two men behind her.

"Nothing extravagant," the silverette replied, not really answering the question.

"Got it! I'll call you later with the details," the raven haired woman winked. "Wear something nice, I like looking at pretty things."

"And here I thought that I was always pretty."

Turning their heads, Meiling and Yue watched Touya choke and cough his way into opening his airways, the latter with a raised eyebrows the former giggling behind her hand.

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

Thoroughly ticked, Syaoran tapped his pen against his desk, deep in thought. For the moment, he had dismissed Meiling to finish the deal with Yue and the contractors who owned the building, but he was very annoyed with her.

She had kept everything that had happened between her and Cleon - as well as everything with Yue's interference - to herself, hadn't told him a single thing and let him believe that she was fine. He could have done plenty of things - and plenty more illegal things - to help her. He knew how to make people feel excruciating pain without causing a mark.

Then again, maybe that was why Meiling had kept all of it from him in the first place.

He was still ticked with her though.

Dropping his pen with a sigh, he sat back in his chair letting his eyes wander over to the white envelope sitting on the corner of his desk. Said envelope was an invitation to Yukito and Touya's wedding. Touya, he was sure, wasn't happy about it, but Yukito had been a kind friend to him since he and Sakura were children. The invitation allowed a plus one, and he had already asked Eriol - who as accepted with a number of innuendo's.

Fiddling with the edge of the envelope for a few seconds the wedding invitation made him think about his future. Still deep in thought, Syaoran picked up his mobile and dialled Eriol.

"Hey, Eriol? I think we need to talk about something."

~*~*~THE END~*~*~

BroodingDarkness: Thank you all once again. This took waaaaayyyyyyy too long to complete. But I finally did it! I hope you all enjoyed it, and thank you!