http://clampfix.fanworks.net/ccs-fix/btth1.txt </head><body><pre>The author would like to state that no hedgehogs, or for that matter, South American boas, squid, or small Chinese wolves, were harmed during the making of this fic. Syaoran: >_<; Item: Assume that they're in high school, and don't expect canon OR in character. ^^; Also, mild yaoi content.... And sent comments and crits, pwease? ;_; ------------------- BETTER THAN THE HEDGEHOG Being, A CCS Fic By, Suppi No Miko Filled with, OOC, Hentai Fangirl Moments and the Occasional Tied Up Wolf. Standard Wossnames Apply. "Spinel...," said Eriol, slouching in his throne chair and tossing a tennis ball up at the ceiling. "What was the last really fun thing that I did?" "Let's see," said Spinel, who had adopted an undignified but comfortable position on the back of the couch with his legs straight up in the air. "You talked everyone into playing 'Spin the Bottle' with an enchanted bottle, and made Syaoran and Tomoyo kiss Sakura, and then kissed Syaoran twice. You thought that was fairly amusing." Eriol chuckled evilly. "And then you set a dream on Tomoyo about sleeping with Sakura..." "That," said Eriol, "counts as public service." "Hm... And then you somehow managed to lock Touya in the same room alone with Nakuru for three hours before Sakura rescued him..." More evil chuckles. "Other than that, I don't know." "What was the last thing I did to my cute relative?" Eriol eyed the ceiling thoughtfully and then sent the ball off on a course that hit every wall and narrowly missed braining Spinel, and ended back in his hand. The laws of physics squawked, and shut up at the look the tennis ball gave them. "Hmm...I think the 'Spin the Bottle' thing. Or else your usual Hit On Sakura In Front Of Him While He Glares In Silence." "It was fun when he took the bottle outside and cast a lightening spell on it," Eriol remarked. "Any thing more fun than that?" Spinel shook his head, which is quite a feat when one is on one's back on a fluffy couch. "I think you 'accidentally' groped him once." "My cute relative," said Eriol, smiling as if at some uplifted memory, "Is very gropable." He shook his head mournfully. "I'm afraid, dear Spinel, that I'm getting into a bit of a rut." "That," said Spinel, "Can always be remedied." Eriol smiled. "How true." -------------- "So what are you going to do?" asked Spinel. They had adjourned to the kitchen, and Eriol was chopping up pickled plums for sushi. "Hmm..." said Eriol. "I've already groped him, used him for a spell, hit on the girl he likes and made suggestive remarks. I want to do something really fun and surprising this time." "You could just ignore him," Spinel pointed out. "THAT would surprise him." "Yes, but it's not very fun, is it?" Eriol lifted the cover of the rice pot and squinted scientifically at it. "Almost done. I'd like to outdo myself this time." Spinel paused. "You mean..." Eriol smiled evilly. "I'm going to top the Hedgehog Incident." There was a small, muffled thud as Spinel hit the ground. When he recovered, he said, "That's going to take some doing. How long did you plan the Hedgehog Incident? A month?" "A month and a half, I think." Eriol opened a bag of seaweed and pulled out vinegar. "Do you think Nakuru's going to want eggs with hers?" "He'll eat anything as long as it has sugar," said Spinel, a bit sourly. He still hadn't forgiven Nakuru for the Plum Incident. "But do you have any other ideas besides 'topping the Hedgehog Incident'?" "Hmm..." said Eriol. "I think we still have most of the things I used then. Don't we?" Spinel, official organizer and record keeper for Two Weird Magical Gaurdians and A Freak With Glasses, gazed off into the distance for a second. "We don't have the squid anymore, but you bought it fresh, too. Um... I know we have the rope. We have the feather boa, but not the South American one --" "The snake'd probably scare Sakura-san, anyway," said Eriol, tossing rice and vinegar together. "We still have the sponges and the handcuffs. We left the hedgehog in England, and I'd have to check the rest of it," said Spinel, bringing Eriol a small bottle of seasoning. "Please do," said Eriol. He smiled, a happy, evil smile. "This is going to be FUN, Spinel." ------------- To say that Syaoran wouldn't trust Eriol through a lace curtain was to do an injustice; he wouldn't trust Eriol if the latter was tied up and locked in a glass cage surrounded by a kekkai and gaurded by man-eating tigers, with the whole thing suspended over a lake of fire. For one thing, he still got the cold shivers whenever he accidentally thought of the day in gym class when they were climbing walls, and Eriol had helpfully "just happened" to put his hand -- it sicked him out just thinking about it. And the Spin the Bottle thing... Syaoran was torn between turning bright red at the thought of kissing Sakura and throwing up at the memory of Eriol kissing him. Syaoran was fairly innocent -- the result of being buried in magic lessons since the time he could focus his eyes -- but from what he'd heard, he was pretty sure that even English people didn't LICK people's cheeks when they were pretending to kiss them. The memory of that warm, cat-like tongue sliding over his cheek still gave him nightmares. What he hated worst, though, was the fact that even when he knew that Eriol was up to something, he couldn't do anything about it. Eriol could run -- oh, hell, he did run -- circles around Syaoran in the sneaky department. It was like, Syaoran thought gloomily, a dog trying to figure out what the hell the cat was doing lying up there on the mantel, just before the cat used him as a springboard. Or worse. He always tried to figure out what Eriol was going to do next, and he always failed completely. It was a little embarassing. Like now, for instance. Supposedly they were at the library working on a group project with Tomoyo and Sakura [which was always a danger in and of itself; it was hard to concentrate with her sitting beside him, but he hated not being in her group], but by this time Sakura was humming tunelessly to herself as she took notes, Tomoyo was drawing something that looked suspiciously like someone with strawberry-gold hair with longer bits in front, wearing something that Syaoran, who had seen most of the costumes Tomoyo had dreamt up, was forced to conclude was "lace and ribbon and flowers with a side order of lace and ribbon and flowers", and Eriol was sitting beside Tomoyo, supposedly and virturously scribbling away in English. Syaoran was supposed to be going through some more books, but he was occupying his time between keeping an eye on Eriol, admiring the excellent side view of Sakura and occaisionally making notes for all four of them in Japanese and notes for himself in Chinese. Something slid against his foot. Syaoran wondered, briefly, what it was, but it stopped. Syaoran returned to making notes. Something slid against his foot again, with a brief wiggle across the top of his shoe. Syaoran moved his foot closer to his chair, and continued making notes. A little while later, he absently moved his foot back to where it had been. Syaoran nearly leaped a foot in the air as the -- something -- slid across his foot again and somehow wiggled it's way into his pant leg, and rubbed. He jerked his foot back and glared suspiciously at Eriol, who looked up at him with an expression of questioning, limpid innocence. Syaoran didn't buy that one for a minute. Sakura looked up. "Is something wrong, Syaoran-kun?" Syaoran gave Eriol an especially fierce look and bent to his work again. "No, nothing," he said. Eriol's mouth curved in something that wasn't quite a smile. ---------------------------- Spinel surveyed the neat stacks of boxes in the basement. He had a list in one paw, and was looking from boxes to list and back again. "Suuupppiiiii?" trilled Nakuru. "Wheerrreeee aarrrrrrreee youuuuu, Suuuuupppiiiiiiiiii?" Spinel scowled. "And whom, may I ask, is 'Suppi'?" he shouted up the stairs. "The cute little butterfly-winged kitten with the corkscew tail, of course," said Nakuru, with his usual obnoxious cheer, taking the steps down two at a time. "Crossdressing again, I see," said Spinel, eyeing Nakuru's white eyelet sundress. "It'd be just as crossdressing if I wore male clothes," he pointed out. "Since I don't have a gender. Besides, all beings start out as female, don't they?" Spinel had to give him the point, but he wasn't going to admit it. He flew up to one box and compared the list of contents to the list in his paw. "Hmm... gravy boat, gravy boat, check." "What on earth are you doing down here, anyway?" asked Nakuru, perching herself lightly on the bench that ran around the wall of the basement. "Eriol asked me to," said Spinel absently, checking the list again. "Red ribbon, check." "Aren't those the boxes from...?" "The Hedgehog Incident? Yes." "What on earth does he want you to check stuff from the Hedgehog Incident?" Nakuru got up and peered over Spinel's shoulder at the list. "Well, you know how he likes teasing his cute relative, right?" Nakuru nodded. "He decided to see if he could top the Hedgehog Incident." Nakuru fell over. ---------------------------------- -- "And when a goddess whaps you, baby, you know you been WHAPPED." -- half remembered jazz version of the Trojan War taped by grandfather in 1960's in Palas Verdes. fenya@powertie.org -- http://www.strawberrykisses.com/fenya</pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>