Fire and Ice
By
DarkNightDreamer
A/N: Hi everyone! Finally back from a long period of not updating…XD Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed! Also, I was gonna make a betrothal, so Violet a.k.a. Insanity Team won a one-shot from me! –whistles- Just PM me and request something.
However, there's a change of plan…P There will be no betrothal in this chapter! XP
Disclaimer: Check the first chappie and prologue.
Chapter 2
Of Evilness and Smirking
Classical music drifted in and out through the slivers of space between swaying bodies.
"Kuso…" Syaoran said through gritted teeth.
"Ditto," The other three murmured.
"I don't wanna dance…!" Sakura whined childishly.
"We have to, Sakura-chan. I don't want to either, but Queen Yelan probably wants us to. And you know we'll never live through this if we don't—our parents are in the same league!" Tomoyo reasoned, a petite frown adorning her masked face.
"That's right," Eriol piped up.
In the midst of their complaining, Sakura and Syaoran didn't notice the glint in their best friends' eyes, and their silent nods.
"Ano…Sakura-chan? Mother's beckoning me! I gotta go!" With that, Tomoyo fled, skirts in hands.
"Yeah…me too! Bye!" Eriol sweatdropped and ran off.
"Um…" Two confused brown-haired teens were left with each other, as awkward as ever.
"Ehh…Sakura?"
"Yeah?"
"They did that on purpose, right?"
"What are they doing?" Tomoyo hissed at Eriol as they both huddled behind a round marble pillar.
He shrugged nonchalantly.
"Cooperate with me, you lazy person!" A suddenly very violent Tomoyo tugged at Eriol's collar and shook him.
"Alright, alright! All we do is use our magic—duh!"
"Oh yeah! Heh heh…" Tomoyo smiled sheepishly.
"Wind!" She whispered, pointing an index finger at the couple.
Sakura shivered as she felt a sudden draft brush the hem of her long gown, causing it to lift and ripple around her slim legs.
"Yeah…well…" Syaoran ran an agitated hand through his hair, seeming not to notice the girl's discomfort.
"Might as well dance with each other, huh?"
"Nani!" The horror! Sakura thought.
"What! You don't want our crazed moms running after us, do you?"
He had a point there.
However, just at the last second when she was considering slipping her pale hand into his warm outstretched one…
"Hime! Would you consider dancing with my son?"
Whirling around quickly, Sakura came nose-to-nose with an elderly man, who was leading a stoic boy around her age behind him.
For the second time, she hesitated.
Tomoyo buried her face into her hands.
"Kuso!" She muttered over and over again.
"Calm down, Daidouji-san. I'll come up with something."
Flexing his long fingers appreciatively, Eriol directed a stream of green power towards the three youngsters and old man, which suddenly evaporated into the air.
"Sit back and watch the show, hime." Eriol smirked at his female companion as he leaned back against the large column.
Tomoyo seethed with anger, getting ready to tear her long hair out, and stomped her foot.
Surprisingly, she didn't turn on her heel and make her way out of the ballroom.
Eriol only raised a slim eyebrow at her sudden change in behavior.
"Um…" Sakura wasn't one to refuse elderly people.
"O-kay…" she said slowly.
A bright smile lighted the man's face.
"Arigatou gozaimasu, hime!" He bowed deeply, leaving Sakura flustered.
"A-a-ano…it's okay…it's nothing!" She smiled and sweatdropped.
However, it was a different story in the background.
A very, very angry Syaoran stood there, an evil and dark aura surrounding him.
Suddenly struck by the radiating waves emitting from her childhood enemy's body, Sakura slowly, but surely, turned to face the dangerous man behind her.
"What are you doing, Hiiragizawa?" Tomoyo turned to face her companion fully.
Eriol only examined his nails, ignoring his partner.
Tomoyo sighed mournfully, and turned back to where the action resided.
"S-sy-syaoran?" A very scared Sakura stuttered in a small voice.
"What." It was more of a statement rather than a question.
"Uh…is it okay if I dance with this—um…guy…first?" Sakura asked tentatively.
"Go. Ahead."
"O-o-okay…" Rigidly turning back to the man and his son like a robot, she smiled sheepishly, waiting for the man's son to ask her…
Only to be interrupted by something grabbing her and Syaoran's wrists, and binding them together.
"Hmph."
"See, hime? They can't escape the power of Earth." Eriol smirked at her.
"Go. To. Hell."
He shrugged. "Been there and back."
Tomoyo was teeter-tottering on the edge of whether to kill the boy next to her, or tear all her hair out in frustration.
"Itai!" Sakura let out a squeal, as Syaoran slammed into her, quite painfully.
"Damn…" Syaoran cursed as he looked down to where the two were joined.
"HIIRAGIZAWA ERIOL, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOOOW!" He howled.
"Ehh…someone's callin' me, hime. Toodles!" Said azure-haired boy bowed to the confused Tomoyo in front of him, and then made his way to where the joined couple were standing.
"This is twisted…" Tomoyo buried her face into her hands for the second time that day.
"What do you call this!" Syaoran yelled at his cousin.
Eriol only shrugged.
"Let us go now, dammit! This—"
Syaoran shoved the vine binding his and Sakura's wrists together into Eriol's face.
"—Practically screams you everywhere!"
"Ah well…Seems you and Sakura have to stay together for a while. Sometimes even I can't control the Earth."
Eriol shrugged again, and smiled innocently.
Turning to the appalled man and son facing Sakura, he grinned wider.
"Sorry, guys. Show's over. There is another Princess around here of which you can ask to dance with though…over there!" The prince pointed out Tomoyo's hiding place, of which said princess's back stiffened immediately.
Tomoyo let out a small 'eep' as she felt a demanding aura coming close to her. Stealing quietly out of her hiding spot, she made a detour around the ballroom, and finally stopped at which the other three young royalty were.
Fire was burning in Syaoran's eyes as he yelled into Eriol's face.
"What the hell was that for!"
"Aw…Syaoran-kun's mad!" Eriol teased.
"Shut up." Syaoran snapped.
"Anyway, I'll tell you the secret to getting you two free, if you stop spitting into my face, that is, Syaoran."
"Fine."
A romantic song started playing.
"You and Sakura—"
At this point, Eriol leaned close to the couple's ears.
"Have to dance with each other! Hug-dancing, less that a foot's distance, and you have to—"
"I think that'll be enough, Hiiragizawa," Tomoyo interrupted quite coldly, tucking a curl of hair neatly behind her ear, stopping a foot away from the azure-haired prince.
"That's it. You guys just have to do that! Are you up for the challenge…or are you gonna opt for staying attached together for the rest of your life?" Eriol smirked.
"Kuso…I won't do it!"
With that, Syaoran reached in his pocket and took out a penknife, and sliced through the vine.
Eriol's eyes widened.
"Damn! I should've known he would bring something like that along with him!" He muttered under his breath.
"I'm leaving." Syaoran said, getting ready to stalk away.
"Matte, Syaoran-kun!" Sakura worked up enough courage to stop the chestnut-haired boy by gently tugging at his wrist.
"What?" He spat at her.
"Since…" Sakura swallowed. "Since…Tomoyo-chan and Eriol-kun tried so hard, why don't we just dance once to please them? Onegai?"
Eyes softening considerably at the girl's request, Syaoran sighed in defeat, deflated.
"Fine."
Inwardly, Tomoyo and Eriol cheered, but were suddenly sobered by the next sentence.
"That doesn't mean that I won't set up a pay—equal trade, remember?"
Darn. Syaoran was always like that.
Beside him, Sakura nodded eagerly.
Tomoyo noted that they seemed like a married couple already—Syaoran's large build, contrasting with Sakura smaller, slimmer one.
Eriol groaned.
"You guys have to dance with each other too!"
Tsuzuku
A/N: So how about it? Sorry for such a crappy chapter, but I had to get it done.
Will Tomoyo and Eriol dance with each other?
Will Sakura and Syaoran dance with each other?
Stay tuned for the next chapter,
Chapter 3
Of Opposite Predicaments
Ja, minna-san!
Thanks y'all for reading! Don't forget to review! XD
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