Chocolate: Epilogue

By: Shattered Chaos

Disclaimer: If we owned Cardcaptor Sakura there really wouldn't be a reason for us to be writing this. Suing us would accomplish nothing because we have nothing, but a huge stack of loans hoping to one day be paid off. That being said, on with the fic…

"I'm so glad that this all over," Syaoran muttered as he stepped through the school doors.

"Hai," Eriol agreed. "One month of detention with sensei is more than anyone deserves. Let's celebrate our new found freedom, ne?" Eriol asked, wrapping his arms around Syaoran's waist and kissing his neck.

Syaoran purred, but glanced around alertly. The sensei had made him paranoid of affection in the school grounds. "What do you suggest we do, koi?"

"I dunno. We can figure something out when we get home."

"As long as the manager doesn't get mad again, I don't care."

"That wasn't my fault."

Syaoran stared at Eriol incredulously. "You're the one who insisted on making out in the only elevator in the building, WITH the emergency stop on for two hours."

Eriol chuckled. "I didn't hear you complaining at the time."

Syaoran blushed. "Just try not to upset her, ok?"


Syaoran looked at Eriol a little uncertainly but started walking anyway. "Let's go."


"I never pictured us being together like this a month ago." Syaoran muttered.

"How did you see us?" Eriol asked curiously.

"I thought I would have strangled you by now."

Eriol chuckled. "That was a possible turn of events; however, I don't think you would have done it given the chance anyway."

"And why is that?" Syaoran asked, rolling over on the couch and gazing at him curiously.

"You like me too much," Eriol pointed out the obvious. "If I weren't around, you wouldn't have anyone around to bug you. You would be lonely and the world would be a very boring place." Eriol smiled brightly at his logical breakthrough.

"You know what? I think you may be right." Syaoran said thoughtfully.

"Of course I am." Eriol agreed playfully, continuing to read his book.

Syaoran snorted. "Whatever. You have any ideas for tonight?"

Eriol looked at Syaoran with a suspicious gleam in his eye. "As a matter of fact, I do."

Syaoran looked at him a little warily. "I know I'm going to regret this, but what is this idea of yours?"

Eriol smiled with spine-tingling composure. "All in good time, koi, all in good time."


Syaoran sighed dejectedly and wondered just how Eriol had talked him into the elevator again. "Why are we in the elevator, Eriol?" Syaoran wondered dismally. "The manager told us we couldn't use it for a month. It's barely been two weeks."

"Stop being so paranoid, how's she going to know we were in here? Besides I don't plan on staying in here for long."

"Then why are we in here?"

"What do you think an elevator is for, Syaoran? I don't only want to come in here to make out with you. I can do that anywhere."

Syaoran blushed at Eriol's leer. "W-where are we going?"

"Sore wa himitsu desu," he quoted, wagging his finger quite familiarly.

Syaoran rolled his amber eyes heavenward and wondered how much trouble this little adventure was going to cost them.

When the elevator finally stopped Syaoran was pinned to the wall as Eriol slipped a blind fold over his eyes.

"Eriol, what the hell are you doing?!" Syaoran demanded more than a little unnerved at being blindfolded.

"I told you it was a surprise, Xiao Lang," Eriol purred, his warm breath brushing over Syaoran's ear. Syaoran suppressed a shudder. "It wouldn't be a surprise if I let you see where we were going now would it?"

"I-Iie," Syaoran stuttered the word as heat rose to his cheeks.

Eriol smiled softly and buried his nose in Syaoran's fresh smelling hair. Syaoran sighed. The tender moment was interrupted when the sound of someone coughing reached their ears. Eriol turned to find one of the elderly people in their building smiling at them.

"Kawaii..." But the smile quickly turned into a scowl. "I would like to stay and watch this touching moment but unfortunately I have places to be, now get the hell out of the elevator, you're slowing me down."

Eriol grabbed Syaoran and pulled him out of the elevator, sighing when the doors closed. "That lady is such a--"

"Eriol!" Syaoran whispered harshly.

"I didn't even say anything, Xiao Lang," Eriol chirped innocently.

"Whatever. Where are we?" Syaoran wondered as Eriol began leading him down the hall.

"Never you mind," Eriol reassured, trying to pull him up a couple of stairs without landing them both face-first on the floor.

Cool air rushed across Syaoran's face as Eriol led him through a door. "You're really going to like this Syao-chan."

"Are we outside?"

"Yeah, but I'm not going to take off the blindfold just yet."

"Where are we?"

"Stop asking questions, you'll know in a bit."

Eriol guided Syaoran a little before he released his arms. "Don't move."

The blindfold slipped from Syaoran's eyes and he blinked a couple of times before becoming used to the light. The sight that greeted them took his breath away. The city was spread out before him, gleaming like millions of tiny jewels as far as the eye could see. The night sky was a beautiful backdrop to the scene before him.

"It's beautiful," Syaoran whispered in awe.

"I'm glad you like it, but the view is just a bonus."

Syaoran turned to Eriol, eyes confused. "Nani…?"

"Look," Eriol said directing Syaoran's attention to a table set off to the side. There were various items spread across it.

"What is all this?" Syaoran turned to gaze at Eriol questioningly.

"Well…remember what you told me earlier this month…?" Eriol trailed off uncertainly.

"I told you a lot of things this month. Why don't you be more specific?"

"Well…that day in the elevator, when we were making out, you said that it would be really cool if we could paint a mural up here. So I brought all this stuff up here when you were in the shower. We can paint whatever you feel like, Xiao Lang."

Syaoran gaze burned into Eriol's in disbelief before he threw his arms around the other boy's neck and capturing his mouth in a kiss. "I didn't even think that you were listening." Syaoran whispered once he pulled away.

"I always listen to you, love." Eriol whispered, pulling away from him. "Now, do you want to do this or what?"

Syaoran smiled brilliantly, "Of course I do. What do you feel like painting, Eriol-kun?"

"It doesn't matter, koi… as long as you're happy." The last was a whispered comment as Syaoran busied himself with the paint.

~*~*~Later that evening~*~*~

Eriol and Syaoran stumbled back into their apartment, thoroughly exhausted.

"Kami-sama, the look on that guy's face when I knocked that paint over the roof…" Syaoran began to laugh again while he and Eriol dragged themselves into the living room.

"He should be happy it didn't land on his head, only his shoes," Eriol murmured, smiling as he lowered a giggling Syaoran on the couch. Sighing as he sank down, he reached into his pocket for a scrap of paper with the shoe brand and size scribbled on it. "I thin it would've been less expensive if you had just landed the paint on his head. His toupee had to be cheaper than these shoes…"

That got Syaoran started again, until he was wheezing on his back.

When his laughter finally died down, he sat up and inched closer to Eriol, touching his cheek. "I'm glad that you're willing to do things like this for me. That is yet another reason why I love you." staring up at Eriol sleepily, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Eriol (who until now had been slowly drifting to off sleep) opened his eyes to stare at Syaoran in shock. The wolf was staring up at him sleepily, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Syaoran had just admitted that he loved him. He loved him. Syaoran loved him.

It was Eriol's turn to start giggling giddily. He wasn't even aware of it and grabbed Syaoran around the neck, kissing him thoroughly.












Syaoran had to breathe, so he stopped Eriol's lovely kisses with a hand to his chest. "Eriol--"

Eriol pushed Syaoran's hand away and kissed the boy sloppily, smiling all the while. When he let the wolf go, Syaoran looked quite disoriented, if happy.

"…I've wanted to hear you say that," he finished with a smile.

When Syaoran recovered his wits, he sighed and then looked at Eriol his face a mask of confusion, "Say what?"

"That you love me, Syao-koi. I've been so afraid to tell you because I thought that you would not feel the same way. I mean, I know that you wouldn't be dating me if you didn't like me, I just didn't know if it was love," Eriol finished, realizing he was rambling.

"Why would you think that?" Syaoran asked, frowning slightly.

"You loved Tsukishiro-san for so long, Syaoran. How could I possibly compete with something like that?"

"Is that how you've felt all this time? That I was just using you to replace him…" The knowledge dawning in his amber eyes, Syaoran took Eriol's hand in his. "I would never do anything like that to you Eriol, you know that. Hell, you're the one who made me realize that I was just obsessed with Tsukishiro-san. What I felt for him is different from what I feel for you…" He settled closer and took both of the charming boy's hands. "Aishiteru yo itoshii. I don't doubt that and neither should you."

"Aishiteru mo Xiao Lang," Eriol said enveloping Syaoran in a hug and burying his face in his hair.

Syaoran smiled gently at that. "It's late Eriol; we should go to sleep if we want to be on time to school in the morning."

"That would be smart," Eriol replied, leaning back on the couch, never letting of his mate. "I'd hate to have another month of detention with sensei."

Syaoran shuddered, "I never want to have to go through that again." Syaoran curled up against Eriol. "Oyasumi nasai, itoshii," he said before falling tiredly into sleep.

"Oyasumi," Eriol replied brushing brown strands of hair with gentle fingers.


Eriol and Syaoran woke rather abruptly when their manager started pounding on the door to their apartment. "Li, Hiragizawa!! Open this door now!!!"

Eriol and Syaoran stared at each other rather confusedly before Eriol untangled himself from his partner to answer the door. "Ohayo gozaimasu." Eriol greeted cheerfully.

The manager glared. "Just what the hell did you think you were doing last night?"

Eriol stared blankly. "Ano…?"

"Who gave you permission to paint the roof? It most certainly wasn't me. And what the hell were you doing in the elevator?! I told you that you couldn't use it. Do you know of any months consisting of two weeks? I didn't think so! Look what your paint did to my--"

Eriol's question brought the tirade to a halt. "May I ask what it is you are talking about? Syaoran and I were in our studying all night, so we could not have been in the elevator, let alone painting the roof."

The manager looked at Eriol, her face flushed and veins popping in suppressed anger. "Just what the hell do you take me for?! Look at this paint and tell me that you weren't on the roof!! I dare you!!!"

It was then that Eriol noticed the rather obvious splashes of light blue paint on the black carpet of the hallway that led directly to their door. 'Oh shit' was his only coherent thought at that moment. Eriol continued to stare blankly at the carpet for awhile before looking up and saying, "I don't know how that got there."

"Li, could you come out here?!" she yelled into the apartment.

A few moments later a disgruntled looking Syaoran emerged. "Hai?"

She pointed to the paint on the hallway carpet. "How did this get here?"

Syaoran stared blankly at the floor. "How should I know? This is the first time I'm seeing it. Did you have someone paint something? Did they have to spill it in front of our door? I'm not sure I'm comfortable seeing this."

The manager looked ready to strangle them. "That's it!! I know you were in the elevator. Mrs. Yamazaki saw you. And since the only way to roof is the elevator, it's pretty safe to assume that that's where you were going. Furthermore, the trail of paint leading from the roof to your door is further evidence that you are indeed the ones that painted it. And for that you are not permitted to use the elevator for the rest of the year and you have to clean the paint in the hallways and the roof. Wakarimashita ka?"

"Hai wakarimasu…" Eriol answered for the both of them.

"Good. I want you two to start cleaning this paint when you get back from school." She glared one last time before leaving.

Eriol shut the door. "Well…that was nothing new."

Syaoran sighed. "I wish that we didn't have to paint over the mural so soon… But the trouble is worth it, don't you think?"

"Definitely," Eriol said wrapping his arms around Syaoran. "I just wish that our encounter with 'The Beast' was later in the day."

Syaoran laughed. "You are so mean Eriol." He turned and began walking toward his room before saying, "I suppose we should get ready for school since we are already up." Upon reaching the room a horrible shriek was heard closely followed by Syaoran yelling, "Oh my God we're late! Eriol, we're an hour late! Sensei is going to kill us!!"

Eriol sighed. "We should just stay home then."