Title: Fire and Ice
By: DarkNightDreamer
A/N: OMG! I'M SO SORRY! GOMEN NASAI! TT I was slacking (yes, yes, kill me…runs away), but not quite, because I was working on the Naruto fandom!
Everyone: silence
Me: Uh oh.
Everyone: YOU WORKED ON NEJITEN, NARUHINA, AND SASUSAKU BUT NOT ON SS AND ET! DIEEEEE!
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
(And yes, the above was just to make the chappie longer. P Yes, I know. Stupid. Heh.)
Also, by the way, someone stole my USB, (I'm foolish—and don't deny it) so I have to type this from memory, since I'm also too lazy to refer to the chapter published online, so don't kill me if I forget something! And, oh no. I just forgot. Dammit. Heheh. OH RIGHT!
Excuse this long author's note. ''
Disclaimer: Don't own. (I could rattle on about this too, but I won't. ) Also, I don't own the other anime that's mentioned in the library scene either…
Summary: Refer to first chapter. Also, (rattling! ) I might consider making this fic more serious (uh oh…must add drama to the genre), so yes. RIGHT. ABOUT THE SUMMARY. If you didn't read the summary and just clicked my fic and ACTUALLY GOT TO THIS PAGE WITHOUT LOOKING, I'd congratulate you indeed. But I can't. And won't. Because that'd be weird. --' Ok. Enough rattling. . Must! Start! Fic!
So…where were we last time? Oh right! Right here!
"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!"
Let the Show Begin!
The authoress could just ramble on even more and describe the very look on Eriol and Tomoyo's faces, but she won't. So, to put it quite simply, the two stared.
And stared and stared and stared.
(She could add more 'and stared's too, but she won't. Because she's nice that way, and doesn't bore her readers to death. But she might just bore her readers to death with these side notes that won't even let the narrator breathe, but that's beside the point. Which is why it's called a side note. Whatever.)
"But…don't you think..." Tomoyo started, fidgeting nervously.
"…that we're not made for each other, and you two, so obviously, are?" Eriol picked up from where his partner-in-crime ended.
Tomoyo nodded eagerly.
Syaoran raised an eyebrow skeptically, and tried to think up an answer, while Sakura just placed a finger under her chin, in thinking mode.
Eriol and Tomoyo just smiled gleefully. Looks like they were going to win.
"Demo…Tomoyo-chan…" Sakura said slowly.
The ET pair stiffened, darting a nervous glance at each other.
"Look! Strawberry ice cream!" The auburn-haired princess laughed, and immediately dragged off her best friend to the dessert table, not bothering with common etiquette and pushing people out of the way, leaving Tomoyo to apologize quickly.
Syaoran inched over the Eriol and both cousins sweatdropped.
"That was rather…sudden…" Syaoran said in amazement.
Eriol could only nod dumbly.
The two boys looked at each other, shrugged, and tailed after the two princesses.
Sakura stretched like a cat, and stood up from where she had been reclining on a puffy red pouf couch next to Tomoyo, who was already snoozing comfortably, an arm still gripping a book tightly hanging over her stomach.
Picking up her thin book that she had set on the chair a few seconds ago, she paced towards her favorite shelf containing the beautiful fairy tales she had always loved ever since she was very little. Poking a finger at her chin, she fidgeted for a moment, trying to decide which book she was going to choose, before hastily deciding that she hadn't read The Prince and the Raven by Drosselmeyer for a long while, and quickly withdrew it out of its place, slipping her other book into the bookshelf.
She skipped happily back to her chair, and settled down into it, curling up into a fetal position, and opened the book, sniffing at its front page. For some reason, this had been her favorite fairy tale of all time, and it didn't even have the kind of happy ending she loved either.
Sakura licked a finger, and flipped to the first page of the enchanting tale, and snuggled even further into her chair. Without taking her emerald eyes off the book, she reached over to the table and grabbed a blanket, off it, draping it over her shoulders.
Now, she was comfortable.
Syaoran scratched his head drowsily as he wandered around the lonely ice castle, pondering on how such a grand, seemingly empty castle could stay so warm, before he encountered a large set of double doors. Fully awake, and curiosity aroused, he pushed against the a bit, expecting them to stay shut, but to his surprise, they creaked open.
Throwing a weird look at the oak structure, he walked silently and cautiously into the dark, massive room, and almost bumped into a looming figure.
Sinking into a defensive position, he awaited the figure to turn around, but nothing happened. He rapped on the figure's back, only to realize it was just another piece of wood.
He scratched his chestnut head again. Man. He needed more training.
And only then did he realize he was sandwiched between two large bookshelves.
Syaoran sweatdropped. He was more pathetic than he thought.
"So, I'm in a library?" He mused to himself, rounding a random corner.
And blinked.
A soft light was emitted from the only cozy corner in the humongous archive of books, and he found himself magically drawn to the sight in front of him. As if in a trance, he padded slowly across the carpeted floor towards the other two presences in the room.
Tomoyo was sleeping like she was sitting—the only sign that she was in the land of Nod was that her head was leaning slightly to the side, and her arm was slack against her stomach; her breathing slow and even.
However, it was too early to say she was awake, because at the very moment that Syaoran looked at her funnily, she woke up, large amethyst eyes blinking owlishly. She rose daintily, raising her arms in a stretch, her purple dress rising a bit. She rubbed her eyes, and she yawned softly.
"What time is it?" She asked, looking at Syaoran solemnly.
She was different from when she was around Sakura and Eriol, he noticed. More…serious. More…mature…
He swiped a glance at the sundial outside.
"About three o'clock in the morning," He replied evenly, but it didn't seem like Tomoyo had heard him, as she had already stalked over to where Sakura was, and tugged the blankets higher to keep her second cousin and best friend warm.
"Syaoran?" She said softly, eyes still trained on Sakura's sleeping face.
"Yes?" He whispered back.
"Take care of Sakura-chan, ok?" She asked, her eyes soft and distant.
Without another word and without waiting for his answer to her asked favor, she walked out of the library, draping on a lavender shawl Syaoran hadn't noticed she had with her.
Syaoran didn't object, but he sure wanted to.
He looked down at Sakura's peaceful sleeping face, and couldn't help but think she looked kind of angelic, with her light pink apparel and all, and her flushed cheeks. Her hair formed some kind of halo around the crown of her head, and the way she clutched onto her blanket like it was a teddy bear was simply 'kawaii', as Tomoyo would put it.
Suddenly aghast and blushing, Syaoran shook his head quickly, and knocked all thoughts out of his head about Sakura. No way was he going to think about her. He couldn't love her!
Wait. Where'd the loving part come from?
Syaoran proceeded to knock out himself by using the nearest bookshelf and grabbing onto it, hitting his head harshly against the wood.
Sakura awoke to a peculiar thumping sound, and she sat up in a frenzy, hair sticking up every which way.
She blinked a few times, still holding onto the warm, furry blanket, letting The Prince and the Raven drop to the floor unceremoniously.
Looking towards the source of the weird sound, she saw the weirdest, yet more hilarious, sight she had ever seen in her sixteen years of life.
"Syaoran…?" She called.
Syaoran froze in his moments.
Oops. Busted.
Laughing nervously, he turned towards the Ice Princess, who was blinking at him, unable to apprehend what was occurring inside his head, and figure out what drove him to do this to himself.
"What are you doing?" Sakura asked, completely confused.
Why was Syaoran acting so…weird? Not that he didn't act weird usually, (he was always much of a jerk) but this behavior was completely out of line.
"What are you doing?" Sakura asked, eyes still blinking innocently.
Syaoran flushed to the roots of his chestnut hair, and at that very moment in time, he wanted to sink through the floor.
Too bad even his fire powers couldn't grant that wish.
He groaned.
So, Syaoran did the only thing that was most practical.
He turned around and started banging his head against the bookshelf again—so hard that books started falling out of their threshold.
Sakura watched on in amazement.
Poor Syaoran.
A/N: Ok, a bit of a filler chapter, but at least Syaoran is showing some…ahem…marks of affection! XD LOL.
Also, I added in some mentions of a particular anime that's also included in fanfiction's anime section for fandom. Review to tell me what anime you think it's from! (It's quite obvious if you've ever watched it.)
So, please review, everyone! Remember—I updated! I updated!
Tee hee.
Lots of Love,
DarkNightDreamer
Psst…review! I'll update 'Not Yet' if you do!