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Title: A Question of Numbers

Theme: 18 gravity

Summary: Homework can, on occasion, lead to revelations.

Fate had the right idea with that apple, Newton-san

Her hair is staring at him, a pair of Holmes' blue carbuncles fixed in her inky ash cascade of hair. Her hair is watching him watch her, and it is more than a little unnerving.
"Suppi-chaaan! Where are you? Sakura-chan and I made some wonderful cookies for you!" Nakuru's beseeching screech penetrates his haze of lost concentration as the chrysoberyl in Tomoyo's hair winces visibly, and he can pick out the little paws scrabbling to gather more of those sinfully glorious locks to hide in.
Tomoyo turns her head slightly, and reaches up help him. He can see that delightful little mouth curve in amusement and without thinking he smiles in response.
"Something tells me you aren't thinking about partial derivatives, Hiiragizawa-kun."
"Because he isn't, Tomoyo-sama," mutters his traitorous furball of a creation, and she laughs. It is refined, hidden behind her fingertips, and it doesn't disturb a single hair. He can't imagine Daidouji Tomoyo shaking with giggles, isn't quite sure that it wouldn't be the end of the world, so he contents himself with glaring at Spinel.
"Actually, Tomoyo-san," he begins sweetly, "I was just thinking about those cookies, and what a pleasant respite they would be from calculus. I'm sure Nakuru wouldn't mind bringing up a plate for three. I can call her—"
"Really, Hiiragizawa-kun, you shouldn't torment your Guardians this way." Elegantly tapered fingers smooth Spinel's raised fur, mindful of the dusty wings, and he really can't seem to shake the impulse to reach out and taste the heavy curling tips of her hair and work from there.
"Suppi-chan! Here kitty, kitty, kitty!" Nakuru trills in the background.
"If Spinel Sun didn't want to suffer Nakuru's cooking, he could just as easily level the entire kitchen. Instead, he's playing hide and seek. Are you sure you don't want any sweets, Tomoyo-san? It's harder to concentrate when one is hungry and between Sakura's algebra homework and the chemistry sheets, neither of us has eaten since lunch. Really, it would be no trouble to—"
She really is laughing now, poised as ever, but definitely laughing. Spinel doesn't seem to mind it's at his expense, naively optimistic that Eriol would not throw him to the lions with company present. He is already around the table and heading toward the door, but Spinel Sun is confident the Daidouji heiress is sufficient protection. Or he just doesn't care to leave, and Eriol thinks he can identify with that.
"There you are, my darling little Suppi!" Nakuru launches herself at Tomoyo, hands eagerly and carefully grasping at the blue triangle ears flicking in agitation. Tomoyo feels her chair toppling with the impact of the Guardian and tries to stand and avoid being in the wreckage.

Eriol blames gallantry. Vituperatively. If not for it, he wouldn't have lunged to rescue the girls and Spinel, and he certainly wouldn't have ended up on the ground cradling Tomoyo while they recovered their breath. Spinel had managed to free himself and Ruby Moon had taken off after him, so the only rescuing warranted had been for the cherry wood chair.
"Your house must keep you very entertained, Hiiragizawa-kun." She can feel him laughing underneath her, and maybe her sense of humor is lacking, but suddenly this isn't funny at all.
"I suppose that's one way of putting it."
"You two don't look like you're doing math," remarks Sakura from the doorway, laden with a tea tray and a gently steaming plate of fresh cookies.
"It's more like physics, Sakura-san," Eriol replies wryly. "Impact, momentum, oh and gravity." Her hair is almost a binding weight on his chest and he is rather disappointed to be relieved of it.
"I've always thought that that was putting too much stuff into simple concepts. All those explanations and formulas for something you know just happens."
"Formulae, Sakura-chan," corrects Tomoyo from where she has planted a defense of decorum well away from Eriol, who is too comfortable for his own good. Or hers.
"Academia does have a horrible tendency to overcomplicate things, doesn't it?"
"Supposedly, Hiiragizawa-kun, therein lies the learning."
"Well you can go back to your learning, we just thought you'd like some snacks," Sakura says around her Cheshire grin. Eriol doesn't miss the sparkle of a matchmaker in her eyes, and everyone and everything, including science, seems to be throwing Tomoyo at him, so who is he to argue with the majority rule?