By shattered chaos (email@example.com)
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura does not belong to us at all…if it did, we wouldn't be writing this, now would we?
A/N: This fic contains shonen-ai (queerness for those of you who don't understand) and some cursing. Cover your eyes and click "back" if this offends you in anyway. (Stupid closed-minded people… *muttermutter*)
Yep. It was always the same thing. Even after six years of gifts and blushes and stuttering, Yukito still didn't see.
"H-hai," Syaoran murmured, glaring at his shaking hands as he held out the chocolate to the college student. Six years and he still couldn't stop the sweaty nervousness that hit him, shaky knees and everything.
"Arigatou, Li-kun," Yukito thanked, bowing respectfully as he took the offered gift. Syaoran blushed seven shades of red when Yukito's pale fingers brushed his.
'Such a pansy' Hiragizawa's voice rang in Syaoran's mind. 'Doesn't my cute relative have the balls to tell someone he loves them?'
'Urusei!' Syaoran's usual reply silenced the mocking memory, but the smirk was still there in the back of his mind.
Syaoran brought himself back to the present. "N-Nani?"
"You were staring at me." Yukito smiled sweetly. "Do I have something on my face?"
Syaoran blushed until he felt he would pass out from all the blood rushing to his face. "N-no Tsukishiro-san. I just…I just…"
He was saved from having to make up something stupid by the appearance of one dark-haired, rude--
--Obstacle named Kinomoto Toya.
Yukito blinked in confusion at the death-filled glares the two suddenly exchanged.
"Uh…Konnichiwa, Toya-kun. Gym class over?" Yukito asked, trying to divert his koi's attention away from the slightly shorter sixteen-year old. Toya lifted his glare from Syaoran long enough to smile at the petite man next to him.
"Yeah, the coach dismissed it earlier today. How are you, koi?"
Yukito would have answered if Syaoran hadn't growled so harshly right then.
"What is it, gaki?" Toya demanded, the glare returning.
"None of your fu--" But Syaoran was interrupted from his rude retort by an acorn hitting him right on the head. All three glanced up to see Eriol smiling down at them from a tree branch.
"Konnichiwa, gentleman," the sixteen-year old greeted in his strangely deep voice, swinging his legs in a playful manner. Toya and Yukito smiled warily while Syaoran bared his fangs at his fellow classmate.
"What the HELL was that for, bakayarou?!" Syaoran demanded, growling.
"I was trying to prevent a quarrel," the dark-haired boy shrugged, lowering himself from the branches.
"Well, you just started another one," Syaoran hissed through clenched teeth as soon as Eriol's feet touched the ground.
Toya sighed in relief when the 'gaki' disappeared in a cloud of smoke after Eriol. "Well, that got rid of them," he murmured, putting his arm around his koi's shoulder and turning him around.
"Shouldn't we go after them?" Yukito wondered
"Them? Nah," the assistant coach waved off, turning his mate and heading for home. "The way I see it, if those two kill each other, it's better for us."
Meanwhile, Syaoran was chasing Eriol through the school grounds.
"Get back here, Hiragizawa!!!" Syaoran yelled, dodging around the few people still walking around the quad.
Eriol smirked over his shoulder as he ran, a wicked gleam in his grayish-blue eyes. "But I was trying to do you a favor, Li-kun."
"You should learn to butt out, Hiragizawa!" Syaoran growled, nearly knocking down a smaller boy in his haste to catch up and deal death to the evil incarnate running ahead of him.
Eriol ran into a building and turned to check if Syaoran was still following him. Syaoran burst through the doors and Eriol resumed his escape.
"Don't be so angry, Li-kun," Eriol called over his shoulder. "I was only trying to help. I know how you get around Tsukishiro-san."
"And what's that supposed to mean?!" Syaoran yelled while he rounded a corner and stopped directly in front of Eriol, who had run into a dead end. Eriol smiled calmly, not at all perturbed by the glowering wolf before him or the thought of no escape.
"I was merely trying to shorten the amount of discomfort that you were undoubtedly feeling." Eriol stated calmly.
"By hitting me in the head with an acorn?!"
"It was the quickest way to get your attention. You were too caught up in glaring at Kinomoto and staring dreamily at Tsukishiro to notice me."
Syaoran glared furiously at Eriol while blushing in embarrassment. "Urusei!" The wolf growled, but not as fiercely as he wished.
"Think about it, Syaoran," Eriol continued, approaching slowly. "If it hadn't been for my well timed acorn, you would've gotten into a fight with Kinomoto-san, making Tsukishiro-san angry at you for messing with his mate, resulting in certain rejection from your beloved."
Syaoran frowned, but he looked like he was thinking it through, his fists loosening a bit.
"See, Syaoran-kun," Eriol soothed. "I was just trying to help. No need to resort to violence."
Syaoran finally relaxed his fighting stance, but his frown remained stubbornly in place.
"You don't believe me, Syaoran-kun?" Eriol asked, adopting a hurt tone of voice and shadowing his eyes with his dark bangs. "You don't believe that I was only looking out for you, only trying to--"
"Alright, alright!" Syaoran interrupted, rolling his eyes heavenward at the show of dramatics. Figures Eriol would pull this on him. "Jeez, I believe you. Just…stop that, would you?"
Eriol smiled slowly, his eyes closed. "So, you forgive me, Syaoran-kun? To make it up to you, why don't I cook us dinner? I know that you made me sign that contract that said if one of us is in the house, the other makes himself scarce, if he plans on staying alive, but let me take over dinner tonight for the both of us, ne?"
Syaoran sighed and turned around, trudging for home with a cheery Eriol chattering as he followed behind.
* * * * * *
Syaoran was seated at the kitchen table while Eriol stood chopping vegetables at the counter.
"How was your day Syaoran-kun? I mean apart from when you ran into Tsukishiro-san."
Syaoran blushed as he set the table. "It was, um, you know, like any other day."
"Uh-huh. Homeroom and first period with Tsukishiro-san, then go to second, rush by Tsukishiro-san's class, third period, fourth, lunch, where you sit by Tsukishiro-san's table, fifth, sixth, and then some after school waiting, where you eventually see Tsukishiro-san."
Syaoran blushed further as he set the table. "That's not true."
"Oh, come on, Syaoran-kun, I know you. There's no reason to lie to me."
"You don't know me," Syaoran muttered, frowning. "And I'm not lying."
"Sure Syaoran, Whatever you say. You know Tsukishiro-san's not going to know you care for him if you merely will him to know it. You have to take some sort of initiative, do something to let him know."
"What? You think I haven't tried?" Syaoran mumbled frustratedly.
"Try something other than just giving him gifts and staring at him and stalking him around the school campus." Eriol suggested, studying a tomato closely before putting it on the cutting-board.
"And what exactly is the something you suggest?" Syaoran asked, curiosity getting the better of him. He tried to cover some of his sudden interest by tracing the pattern around the plate in front of him.
"You could pretend you were with someone," Eriol suggested slowly, putting all his concentration on the chopped tomato.
Syaoran snorted. "And what would be the point of that?"
Eriol sighed, as if trying to explain something to a child. "One thing about human behavior that I've noticed is that the only way some people realize they want something is when someone else has it."
Syaoran processed that. "So, you're saying that if I pretend to be with someone else, Yukito-san will realize that he wants me?" he asked, the skepticism clear in his amber eyes.
Syaoran sighed and shook his head. "Okay, let's say that for some inane reason, I was willing to follow this crazy theory of yours…who do you suggest I do this with?"
"Well…I don't think that you'll be able to find anybody on such short notice…so, I could make the sacrifice."
It took him a while. Shock probably. But then Syaoran blushed as the realization suddenly hit him. "W-wait…you…and ME?!"
Eriol smiled, but the bitterness was in his eyes. "Yes, that's how I thought you'd react, Xiao Lang." He turned and continued chopping the vegetables. "Forget I said anything," he murmured.
Syaoran continued to stare at the dark-haired youth's back, his mouth slightly parted. Then he blinked and shook his head, his mind still trying to catch up to what he'd heard.
"I…" Syaoran frowned and Eriol felt his shoulders tense. "Let me get this straight…you…you want us to pretend…that we're TOGETHER?!!!"
Eriol glared at the bell pepper and used more force than was necessary. "And what's so wrong about that, hm?"
"Well, for one, it's unnatural," Syaoran muttered, collapsing on a chair and slumping back. He stared at the ceiling in disbelief. "We can never be within six feet of each other without one of us annoying the fuck out of the other."
"You don't annoy me, Xiao Lang," Eriol murmured picking up a couple of carrots.
"Well, you sure do get on my nerves," Syaoran sighed, closing his eyes. "You know how many times I had to restrain myself from killing you in the past WEEK?!" Eriol smirked, but didn't respond. "Two, you…well you…" Syaoran trailed off uncertainly.
"Hm? You were saying, Li-kun?"
Hiragizawa turned questionably to find Syaoran glaring fiercely at him with those amber eyes. "What is it Li-kun?"
"…" Syaoran growled and looked away. "Nothing."
"Nothing, else! There's nothing else wrong with you, Goddamn it!"
Eriol smiled, his eyes closing in sadistic pleasure behind his lenses. "That charming, am I?"
"Urusei!" Syaoran muttered, the glare intensifying.
Eriol was obviously enjoying his discomfort. "So what, Li-kun? Or should I say Syaoran-koi? Ne?"
Syaoran really didn't like the way Eriol looked-- smiling in that self-satisfied, slightly deranged manner with a cutting knife in hand…
"Baka…" he muttered, frowning in frustration.
The leader of the powerful Li-clan sighed dejectedly and finally nodded. "Just…no koi, please?"
A loud *thump* was heard as Syaoran's head connected with the table.
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