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1 A silly, one-shot ficsnip that I wrote as a Valentine's Day gift for Meghan/Suppi-chan.
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2 ^_-
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5 --
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7 _The Gift That Keeps On Giving_
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8
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9 Author: Catsy (nekojita@ayashi.net)
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10 Content: silly, mild sexual suggestiveness
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11
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12 --
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13 "Hiiragizawa-kun," Tomoyo scolded, returning Eriol's selection to the wall
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14 rack, "you're impossible. Why can't we just get her chocolate, like
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15 everyone else?"
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16
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17 Eriol favored Tomoyo with that special smile he reserved for those times
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18 when he was planning something genuinely diabolical and therefore needed to
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19 look as innocent as possible. "Not impossible, Tomoyo-san. Merely
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20 difficult. Everyone gives chocolate on Valentine's Day in Japan--wouldn't
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21 you rather do something special for Sakura-san?"
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22
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23 Eriol knew it to be a mistake the moment he said it. As soon as the word
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24 /Sakura/ passed his lips, Tomoyo once again got that far-off look of
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25 orgasmic pleasure that meant she was visualizing Sakura in something
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26 frilly, handmade, and probably better left at Victoria's Secret if it
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27 weren't fitted for a teenager.
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28
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29 Sure enough, Tomoyo whirled and clasped her hands together, declaring,
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30 "Before, when she was capturing and mastering the Clow Cards, there were so
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31 many different outfits I could've made for her! Why, there was this one I
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32 made that one year--"
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33
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34 Eriol waited for Tomoyo's gushing description to end, a patient and
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35 indulgent smile on his face. "And now that it's long over," he said in an
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36 attempt to steer the conversation back on track, "what should we get her?"
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37
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38 Tomoyo tapped thoughtfully at her chin, looking around the store. "I don't
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39 know," she said with such despair that she sounded as if she were
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40 confessing to a double-murder. "The problem is, anything we buy her will
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41 just embarass her."
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42
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43 "Undoubtedly," he agreed cheerfully. "So then, what about this one?"
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44
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45 Tomoyo shook her head firmly. "Too plain. It would never do for her."
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46
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47 "And this?"
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48
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49 Another shake, side-to-side. "No, that shade of green is wrong for her.
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50 What about this?"
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51
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52 Eriol halted in his tracks for a moment, thinking. "No," he said after a
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53 brief pause. "We're on the right track, but it's too glittery."
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54
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55 "But Sakura-chan /likes/ glitter!" Tomoyo protested.
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56
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57 "Oh yes," Eriol said with a winning smile. "But I think perhaps this is
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58 the wrong occasion. On the other hand..." His eyes wandered over to another
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59 section of the store. Tomoyo immediately saw what he'd spotted, and her
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60 eyes glazed over. "Oh, that's perfect! Absolutely /perfect!/
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61 Hiiragizawa-kun, we absolutely have to get that for her, it's just the
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62 right shade of pink, and she will completely /die/ over it!"
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63
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64 Eriol winced at the volume of Tomoyo's voice, and hooked his arm in hers
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65 to guide her in the right direction. It took some work, since she was busy
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66 bouncing up and down and generally attracting attention with her
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67 exclamations. Laughing gently, he picked up the item in question, and
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68 turned it on. It gave off faint buzz, which died after a few seconds.
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69 "We'll have to buy batteries, of course."
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70
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71 "Oh, don't you worry about that," Tomoyo said with the gleam of rapture in
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72 her eyes. "I have plenty of those." |
