Syaoran's POV:
Oomf.
I rubbed my chest where I'd run inot someone. Ow . . . "Oh! Hi Ying Fa!"
"Huh? Oh, hey Syaoran." Sakura blinked owlishly up at me. "Wazz wrong?"
" . . . nothing?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "What's wrong with you? You're acting awful strange . . ."
"Really? Hoe, I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry about?"
"I dunno . . ."
Sakura recieved a dry look, courtesy of yours truly. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Was she . . . staring at . . . my hair? "Huh . . ."
"Ying Fa, why are you staring at my hair of all things?"
"Huh? Oh, I was just thinking that you need a haircut . . ."
"Which one?" I quipped back, knowing it would get on her nerves. It always did.
"Um . . . all of them?" Instead, Sakura gave me a strange look before walking off in a different direction again. I watched her go, surprised. Sakura would always pout and make some sort of witty retort whenever I set out to annoy her again. Not that I always do that . . . eh heh . . . okay, so I do annoy her a lot! Gimme a break!
Shaking my head, I walked off.
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"Oooh, lookin' good Syaoran! Is my cute little descendant attempting to woo some lucky equally-cute little lady?" Eriol teased when I walked into his room late that night. I stil hated him for making me come to those stupid 'Leadership Lessons' . . . but he is my friend. I do this sort of stuff for my friends . . . despite how much I utterly DESPISE whatever it is they make me do in the first place on the inside.
" . . . shut up." I ran a hand through my newly-cut hair. I still don't know why exactly I went to the barbers after Sakura told me I needed to cut my hair . . . I mean it's not like I care about what she thinks of how I look . . .
"Well, as long as it isn't my delightful Daidouji Tomoyo, I bid you good luck."
I swear, Eriol does not EVER have the slightest clue as to when to stop teasing me . . .
Five minutes and an awful noogie later, Eriol huffed and did what he likes to call 'getting down to buisness'. I hate that phrase . . . "Okay, okay . . . past the painful noogies and my destroyed bedroom . . . say you have two people who disaggre on some matter and refuse to see eye to eye . . "
I groaned and fell backwards onto Eriol's bed.
"You start by --- WHAT THE HELL?!" Eriol's droning was interrupted by Eriol's yelling.
I heard the same crash he had, and felt the hideout tremble as well. The raid had begun . . . oh no! THE RAID HAD BEGUN!
Tearing out of Eriol's room, I bolted down the hallway. Banging on doors as I went, I pounded on every door within reach and yelled as loud as possible. "The raid's starting, people! We're under attack! The raid has started! C'MON PEOPLE! GET YOUR SWORDS AND GET GOIN'! INTO THE MAIN HALL, NOW!!!"
If I had stayed behind, I would have seen Eriol grin before strapping on his katana (don't worry, I'd already been wearing mine. I don't really take it off much, minus when I sleep). If I had stayed behind, I would have seen him pocket a tape as well.