ailA/N: Yes, I know, it has been a while... Big thanks to all and any who still keep track of my updates!

Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura.

The Next Morning

Chapter Three

Listen to the devil on your shoulder

Syaoran all but stomped towards his shoe locker. Heads turned at his arrival and most, quietly but quickly, scurried away at the sight of him. Today, he hadn't even the need to force the scowl on his face. His foul mood and threatening aura were more than enough to keep people and squealing fan girls at bay. Once he disappeared behind the rows of box-size lockers, a steady flock of students repopulated the entranceway and the room echoed once more with enthusiastic dialogue and greetings. That is, until the sharp bang that resounded through the room, scared most half to death.

The curious fools who dared to investigate the cause of this sharp sound were greeted by a sight that left them white as drapes and would probably terrorize them for life. The air crackled between Syaoran and the caved in shoe locker he glared at furiously. When mean amber eyes filled with murderous intents turned toward the crowd of innocent bystanders, all shivered in terror and ran to save their lives in a violent stampede.

When silence returned, Syaoran inhale deeply in attempt to tame the wild beast struggling to break free inside him. The knuckles of his left hand were scraped raw, but he was grateful for the pain because it momentarily distracted him from things he'd rather ignore. Frowning, he sent a last look to the trashed locker marked 526, before turning to walk towards his own. He pulled at the handle. Why was it that he was so angry in the first place?

He stopped to simply stare at his indoor shoes inside the open locker.

The sound of his heart, pounding strong against his ribcage, echoed in his head. His gaze slowly fell to the floor. Now that his mind was clear enough to let him feel, he felt, and felt hard. Sensation flooded his senses so fast, so hard, that it knocked the air out of his lungs. Suddenly, he could feel the faint numbness at his fingertip, where the skin of Eriol's neck had brushed against his own and the soft tingle on his arm where Eriol's hand had laid to restrain him. Suddenly, the air was too thick to breath, the place too warm for his cheeks not to flush crimson red. Syaoran crouched slowly, before his knees gave up on him, and buried his face between his knees.

As though on cue, thoughts of the forbidden night unexpectedly crossed his mind. Now it was nausea that hit him hard. Curled in a ball between rows of shoe lockers, Syaoran could only feel pity for himself in this present state.

He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes closed half in shame and half in disgust. 'What the hell is this?! This is all Eriol's fault! The bastard probably cast a spell on me or something... It has to be the explanation... I mean, why else would I feel like this... Right?' He stared at the floor at his feet.

'Magic? Really Xiao Lang?' a voice echoed in his head, 'Or it that willingly, unwillingly, you enjoyed the night Eriol and you spent together?'

Syaoran suddenly found it hard to swallow, 'No. No way. No. I didn't enjoy it. It was disgusting. Completely and totally nauseating. And wrong.'

"Syao-..."

'Wrong? Then why is it that it felt so right?'

"Syao-chan?"

'How could that possibly have felt right?' He grimaced. No. No way. No. He hadn't enjoyed it. It was disgusting. Completely and totally nauseating.

"Syaora-..."

'If it felt so wrong, so bad, then why is it that you can remember, can almost feel, every stroke, every carress—'

'Shut up.'

"Sy-..."

'every touch that instinctively set your skin on fire—'

'Shut up!'

"Syaor—"

'If it felt so wrong... Why is it that you want to do it again?'

"Syaoran!—"

"Shut up!!"

Taken aback at the sudden outburst, Sakura yelped, took a step in reverse, tripped on Syaoran's schoolbag and landed on her butt a foot away.

"Sakura-chan! Are you alright?!" Tomoyo gasped as she fell to her knees near her friend.

At the sound of flesh hitting hard tiles, Syaoran snapped back to reality, "Sakura? What are yo— Did I...?"

"It's ok! It was only an accident Tomoyo-chan. I'm always clumsy so I guess it should be no surprise" she stuck her tongue out sheepishly. "I'm fine, really! See?" She sprung to her feet, only to crouch back

wincing and clutching her ankle between her tiny fingers. "Oh lord, are you ok? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry!" He gestured, flustered "Are you hurt? Ahh... What should we do? What should we do?? Infirmary. Infirmary!"

He effortlessly gathered Sakura in his arms, "AH! Syao—" and standing hastily, inwardly rammed her head into the open shoe locker door. Sakura sighed her soul and lost consciousness, an apple size bump appearing on top of her head.

Speechless, both Tomoyo and Syaoran could only gape at the scene.

"If you were trying to kill her, it was a pretty good attempt." said Tomoyo. The smile on her face only made the sarcasm more cunning.

"... I already said I was sorry..." Syaoran kept his gaze steady to the end of the hallway. They had just dropped the still unconscious Sakura by the infirmary and were steadily making their way back to the classroom. It was already long after the first bell had rang and the hallways were now empty and the classes in progress. Syaoran scorned, they could have had a pleasant, silent time walking back to class, but Tomoyo seemed to be having a manic good time poking at his guilt. It was taking all the will in him to keep his temper under control.

"Well, mind you, sorry's not going to cut it. I mean, Sakura was really worried about you! Seeing you curled up like that in the middle of the hallways, but first you ignore her when she calls your name, then you snap at her out of nowhere, cause her to sprain her ankle and to finish her off you knock her out with your locker door. Great job, Mr. Boyfriend."

Syaoran could almost have heard the sound of his patience snapping. He whirled around, "Hey! Listen Mrs. Moody Friend, I'm having a real lousy day here so I'd appreciate you cutting me some slack!"

"Hey! If you're in a bad mood there's no need for you to take it out on others." Tomoyo glared, "I can't believe I once encouraged Sakura to go out with you... She deserves better." she mumbled, walking past him.

Something dark and dangerous crept into Syaoran's eyes. Pulling Tomoyo by the arm, he roughly pinned her against the wall, "And by that you mean you, don't you?" he smirked, though the violence in his eyes remained visible.

Caged between the boy and the wall, Tomoyo's face paled a little, but she kept her eyes levelled and her voice steady, "I might. Yes."

Syaoran smile slowly faded and crept back on his face. He threw his head back with chilly laughter. Slipping away, he resumed walking down the hallway. "I always thought you had such hobbies, Tomoyo. Just never thought you would be foolish enough to set your sights on your cousin and best friend. That's..." Syaoran slowed the pace, before coming to a halt in front of the classroom door. He peered over his shoulder, "Really disgusting." opened the door and walked inside.

After a brief pause, Tomoyo followed him inside. By her sides, her clenched fists quivered ever slightly.

Syaoran walked to his desk, carefully avoiding letting his eyes wander, but he had no need to see, had only to feel, to know that the man he wanted the most to avoid was staring brashly.

'Whatever. That bastard can stare all he wants. I don't care. I don't care...' He thought with a scowl.

'Very mature, Xiao Lang. That will make the problem go away.'

'...' Syaoran shifted in his seat to slouch on his desk. His eyes reluctantly shifted to the right, but before he could sneak a peek at Eriol, his eyes settled on Tomoyo. He had a short quiet gasp as his back stiffened and eyes rounded with surprised. At her desk, her long hair to hiding her face, Tomoyo sat with her head down. Her hands tightly gripped the hem of her skirt. She was quiet enough to go unnoticed, but the sharp rise and fall of her trembling back gave her away.

'Making a girl cry. Telling her she's disgusting when you've slept with a man just days ago. You really have no shame, Xiao Lang.'

Syaoran's eyes dropped to his desk. With that, he now knew that this voice that spoke to him in his head was nothing but the voice of his own conscience.

A/N: A short gloomy chapter. I wonder if the readers will like it?

Honestly, it's been so long I don't know if anybody still reads this... but as I still like this story very much, I intend to do my best and keep updating even if it's a bit at random... (laugh)

This fic that I have started many years ago... Seems a bit light and fluffy to the me today. I was wondering if should bump the rating to be able to write some more explicit scenes? What would the readers think of me if I did that? Probably that I'm a pervert... Hihi.

I would love to know how you liked this chapter, so please review if you feel it's worth it! Until next time~