Intertwined

Disclaimer: I don't own CCS. Not the slightest bit. Not even a share in stocks. Poor wittle me...

Act III

Intro

His slender fingers wove in and out of his hair skillfully. Silver eyes twinkled coldly and sinisterly.

"For now, Mr. Hiiragizawa is currently..." Yue took some time to cough sardonically before proceeding, "...out of action," he finished.

"And until that miserable hour of his return, I shall be taking over the stage. And I shall assert my roll as supreme ruler of the universe!" Yue raised his voice slightly and he seemed to tower above the stage.

The audience rolled their eyes in boredom. Several people coughed delicately, carefully masking their hastily choked laughter.

Yue took several more seconds, in which he attempted to look great and menacing, but only succeeded in looking frivolous and cliched.

He finally snapped out of his spell and blinked foolishly, staring down at his audience.

"Uh..." Yue muttered, thinking hard.

There was a collective gasp from the audience. "Yue said 'uh'!" someone in the back row cried.

"He's not so cold after all!"

"He's a poser!"

"He's a homosexual and he wants to have intercourse with Eriol!"

"He did have intercourse with Eriol just before the show and now Eriol feels too sore to do anything because of their passionate and wild fit of frenzied lovemaking!"

After this extraordinarily fallacious (or perhaps accurate) pronouncement, everyone's head swiveled in the direction of the shout.

"EEP!"

People in the audience began to giggle when they saw the person stand up and make for the exit, but not before everyone saw the lock of blue hair fly out from under the person's lavender wig.

"ERIOLLLLLL!" Yue had lost his cool. He hurriedly shouted into the microphone, "The third act of 'Intertwined' will now begin!" With that said, he rushed offstage and towards the door.

End of Intro

Sakura's cheeks felt warm.

No, scratch that.

Syaoran's cheeks felt warm. But as Sakura was in Syaoran's body, she supposed they were her cheeks.

Syaoran grinned, stretching Sakura's delicate features into a watermelon slice-shaped grin.

He immediately began to walk towards Sakura's car, weaving expertly through the messy tangle of cars and bodies.

Sakura thought she might burst when Syaoran casually strolled up along the car.

Face crimson, she unlocked the passenger seat for Syaoran. He shrugged, and opened the door.

An awkward silence pervaded the car. Sakura commenced chewing on her lip as Syaoran, with false cheer, plopped his arse down on the seat and got comfortable.

After five minutes of dead silence, Syaoran supposed he had better take the initiative.

"So..." Syaoran smiled sillily, "you too?"

The diatribe Sakura had been longing to unleash burst through her lips.

"YOUBASTARDYOUDEMENTEDLEPRECHAUNYOUIDIOTWHATTHEHELLDIDYOUDOTOGETUS---"

Syaoran had long given up listening after the first word. Now he clamped a pale white hand to Sakura's mouth.

"--mphphmpmhfffffff..." Sakura was winding down her speech.

"Shhh..." murmured Syaoran as he leaned towards her. Startled, Sakura moved away from his hand. Syaoran whispered in her ear, "I have to study myself from your point of view. I definitely look sexier in real life than in a mirror."

Sakura's face, if possible, became purple.

"We're stuck in this mess," she whispered in a deadly voice, "and all you think about is the way you look in real life?"

Syaoran plunged quickly into quagmire. "Uh...yeah?" he offered in a friendly voice.

Before Sakura could hack Syaoran into shreds with her fingernails, and before she realized that if she shredded Syaoran into pieces she would be shredding herself, a loud, rude honk forced its way into their little world.

"Ah!" Sakura shrieked. She hurriedly pressed on the gas pedal and the car shot forward before coming to a stop a few yards away.

"So," said Syaoran after a slightly less awkward pause, "why don't we start from the beginning?"

Sakura shot him a look.

"Let's."

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"...and so, I decided to barge out here and search for you," Syaoran finished his story.

Sakura nodded, thinking.

"I see a pattern here," she said, rubbing her chin. Disgusted, she moved her hand away. "God Li, you're growing some stubble."

Syaoran nodded and relaxed in his seat. "Yeah, that happens," he said knowingly. "But go on about the pattern..."

Sakura sighed. "Well, the thing is, we both seemed to feel confused after lunch. Do you remember..." she stopped and searched through her memory. "You knocked on my door...and I opened it...then the next thing I remember was waking up on the floor." She looked into the rearview mirror. "Remember? You bozo, you knocked on my door!" she immediately flared up. "And then you did some Chinese magic shit that caused us to land in this mess!"

Syaoran sat up.

He grabbed the top of Sakura's head and yanked it back.

"Ow!" The car swerved dangerously and almost crashed.

"What was that for?" Sakura rubbed the top of her head.

"If I wasn't worried that I'd be pulling some of my beautiful hair off my head, I'd still be yanking on it right now," Syaoran said in a dangerous voice.

Sakura continued driving, all of a sudden aware that Syaoran was having a moment.

"First, I hate to say it, but stop being such a biotch. You're not the only one who's upset and confused by this. Second, don't you dare insult my culture. Ever. And third, I swear, on my eight-inch long magic stick, I. Did. Not. Get. Us. Into. This. Mess."

Sakura blushed a deep scarlet. "Magic stick?" she whispered, mortified.

Syaoran waved his hand impatiently. "Rap music. Good stuff. But anyway, I didn't knock on your door."

Sakura gave him a glance. He looked absolutely serious.

Then she became busy analyzing her own features. Li had set them in a serious expression right now. Were her eyes always that determined? Did her hair always look so...soft?

"Hello? Earth to Kinomoto?"

Sakura snapped out of it. "Sure, if you say so. I guess both of us just...got...hit by magic?" She stopped, realizing how foolish she sounded.

Syaoran nodded, bending his head. "Hm...you may be on to something. This is going to sound strange, but I recently read an article in the Tokyo Times. Apparently...there are some old magicians living in the nether parts of eastern Tokyo."

Sakura choked on her spit. "What? You believe in magic? But why would they magic us?"

Syaoran shrugged. "The only other plausible explanation for this is that we're mentally insane, and we most certainly are not. It has to be magic, there's no other explanation. Good thinking, Kinomoto. And as for the last question, I have no idea why they would enchant us. But the best plan of action for now is to search for these magicians, and ask them to take the spell off of us. Meanwhile, I suggest that we tell no one of this. The last thing we need is some high-profile media attention. And besides, no one would ever believe us anyway. Agreed?"

Sakura was about to say yes, but she faltered. What about Tomoyo?

"Who's Tomoyo?" Syaoran's ears perked up.

"Uh...she's my roommate..." Sakura muttered, cursing herself for having spoken out loud.

"..." Syaoran became misty eyed as he conjured an image of Tomoyo in his mind's eye. She's a hot piece of work...

Sakura became dot-eyed. "WHAATTTT?"

Syaoran scratched his auburn locks sheepishly. "You didn't hear that."

They were at a busy intersection now. "Li! You better not take this opportunity to look at my friends!" Sakura hollered, her cheeks a splotchy pink.

Syaoran licked a circle around his lips. "Friendssssss?" he grinned seductively.

Sakura buried her face into her hands.

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After parking their car, and discovering that they would have to switch offices due to the switch in their bodies, the two of them were now in the elevator.

Sakura shifted uncomfortably from one side of the elevator. Syaoran scratched his nose next to her.

"Did you take a look at my body?"

"Did you?"

Sakura flushed. "No way. You have an ugly body."

Syaoran leaned towards her. "But you...you're a piece of fruit..."

Sakura's eyes grew wide. "You looked?"

Syaoran's hands began to gravitate towards his chest...

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Sakura began to pound her stomach. "If you look at my body, I'll eat at Mc Donalds' and watch T.V. every night until you gain twenty pounds of flab!"

Syaoran sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I'm really not that immoral, you know." He suddenly felt very tired. "But honestly, how are we going to take showers?"

Sakura froze. "We'll figure that out somehow."

The elevator pinged gently.

They exited the elevator, walking side by side down the hallway.

Syaoran opened the door of his office.

"Hey...Kinomoto?"

Sakura looked up. "Yeah?"

Syaoran grinned, a devilish glint lighting up his eyes. "Don't let your sense of humor wear too thin."

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Takuchi pressed the intercom. He frowned when, after three seconds, there was still no response.

The speaker crackled a bit.

"Keiko speaking, how may I help you, Takuchi-san?"

Takuchi giggled. "Keiko-chan, it's me! You don't have to be so formal all the time..."

The voice emitting from the intercom became girlishly breathless and floaty. "Oh Jimmy, I thought you had forgotten me!"

Takuchi smiled and rubbed his hands together. "How could I possibly forget someone like you? Guess what, I've formed an orgy of your admirers. Just thought you'd be interested to know that..."

Keiko squealed. " You've formed an orgy of my admirers? Oh how sweet, darling! You'll always be my number one favorite. Listen, I'm in the middle of something right now...so if you'll excuse me..."

Takuchi smiled. "Of course. I'll see you after lunch, then."

"OK, honey. Buh-bye!"

Takuchi smiled and rubbed his large belly. He sat back in his plushy chair and thought about gum.

Keiko giggled on the other end.

"Is that stupid boss of yours done babbling?"

Keiko turned to the man sitting in her chair.

"Oh of course, darling. But don't call him stupid. He's a darling old baldy."

The man growled. "But I'm your absolute favorite, right?"

Keiko giggled insanely. She hoped that no one would walk in on them now...

"You don't even have to ask that," she purred, and sat down on his lap.

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Sakura rubbed her eyes. God, Li had some hard work to do.

She sat up and sighed, deciding to take a break from all of these insane rates and percentages. Li had an important job in the financial department. Sakura, unfortunately, was horrible at math.

She opened Li's drawer and rummaged around in it, gasping as she sifted through its rather incriminating contents.

She lifted a 50 Cent CD out, and quickly dropped it with disgust. So Li was a fan of "Candy Shop", was he? Inside she found a motley assortment of thongs. Her eyes bugged as she noticed that each of them had a signature scrawled across the back of it. "Mikage", "Rei", "Ayumi", "Meiko", and "Yuni" were just some of the names that zigzagged boldly across the backs. She looked on the front and her eyes became frog-like. The front had different messages emblazoned onto them.

"I heart your magic stick, you hot Love Doctor," Sakura read Yuni's message out loud in disgust.

She sighed. Maybe I should burn some of these...

She dug to the bottom of the drawer and pulled out a book covered with pink and red hearts.

"Hmmm..." Sakura opened the first page and began to read the thoughts and ramblings of the dirty-minded Li.

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Syaoran had always excelled in school, but typing business letters had never been something he particularly enjoyed. I don't know how she can stand all of this letter writing. I mean, Nitta, head of the Ichimura Corporation, is a corrupt idiot, but I still have to be polite as pie when I'm writing a letter to him...

He sighed and stretched his arms. Then his eyes fell on the drawers...

Raising his eyebrows suggestively, he reached his hand towards the drawer labeled, Private.

And stopped once the cold metal handle touched his hand.

Syaoran had a furious mental debate with himself. In the end, to stop his angelic good voice from triumphing over his horrible evil voice, he simply settled the matter by yanking the drawer open and grabbing the first thing on top.

It turned out to be Sakura's personal diary.

Syaoran's smirk stretched from ear to ear. This was going to be good, he thought as he gently stroked the furry pink cover.

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By lunchtime, both Sakura and Syaoran had finished reading each other's diaries. By that time, neither was amused. Also by that time, both were wondering how to broach the subject of each other's diaries to one another.

Sakura recalled the words of her therapist.

When you discover something highly intimate about another person's life, you have to be sure to speak to him/her about it.

Syaoran, on the other hand, was torn between amusement and the red hot flames of anger.

Outro

A dark-haired Asian girl stepped out onto the stage.

Temporarily blinded by the spotlight, she smiled in what she thought was the direction of the audience, but ended up grinning at her shoes.

"Hi, it's dreamer. Hope you enjoyed the Third Act of 'Intertwined'. I've been busy writing essays and papers for my teachers, so the play kind of got dropped on its arse. But don't worry, it hasn't suffered any major injuries. But I will worry if it doesn't receive any reviews from my lovely critics. That said, I'm out."

She whisked herself under the curtains as they quickly dropped.

End of Outro

Dreamer: Hola, how's it going? Personally I've been swamped by work, but I'll be cleared by the end of this week. Expect updates for all of my stories this weekend...D Thanks for reviewing and reading.

(Strange sounds come from the corner)

Dreamer: (clears throat) Ignore that please. I'll to go break them up...I might even have to decrease their salary if they continue with such behavior...