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Didn't really have time to think about/write a drabble today, so I dug up something I wrote a few years ago.  Getting back to my roots, with an anime fanfic.  :)

Title: Simple Rivalry
Inspiration: Card Captor Sakura, Syaoran/Sakura
Disclaimer: I own nothing, which is so very sad.
Rating: G
Summary: AU.  Some things never change...

 

The young woman paced restlessly across the room, stopping by the window periodically to peer through the falling rain. The storm was increasing in intensity, and her emotions were wavering between anxiety and irritation. Where could they be?

"Sakura-chan, sit down. You’re wearing a hole in the carpeting with all that pacing." She looked over her shoulder at the older man sitting calmly in the armchair, face hidden behind his newspaper. Her eyes narrowed slightly. Was that amusement she heard in his voice?

"If it were anyone else, I’d have no worries, otousan" she replied, agitation coloring her words. "But you know those two…"

She stopped speaking as a rude noise came from the kitchen. The slight frown on her face turned into a deep scowl. "Kero-chan, you be quiet!" she yelled, stamping her small foot in annoyance. "I’m seriously worried!"

The small creature flew into the room, and landed near the plate of cookies on the coffee table. "Sakura-chan, you know the two of them can take care of themselves," he said, grabbing the nearest cookie and shoving it into his mouth. "Besides, if that gaki can’t get such a simple thing right, he doesn’t deserve to be your husband."

"But what could they be doing out there?" she wailed, once again staring out the window. "I thought everything was going fine during dinner!"

Her attention was caught by the choking sounds coming simultaneously from her father and the guardian beast. "What?" she asked, momentarily diverted from her vigil by the window.

"Um, Sakura," her father began, exchanging an amused look with the fuzzy animal on the table, "You didn’t happen to notice the glares passing between those two all night, did you?"

"Glares?" Her bright green eyes showed her confusion as she looked at her father. "No, I thought the two of them were getting along quite well, considering their usual behavior toward each other. That’s why I was confused when both of them took off running from the dinner table."

"I see," he murmured delicately. "Then I suppose you weren’t paying attention to their conversation either."

"They were only discussing the things I like, otousan." A puzzled frown appeared on her face. "I don’t see what that has to do with anything, though."

"You’re hopeless, Sakura," Kero sighed. He popped the last cookie into his mouth and shook his head. "I can’t believe that someone as oblivious as you are can be the Card Mistress. It’s obvious that the two of them---"

The front door slammed open, startling the three into silence. In the doorway stood two handsome young men, both drenched to the skin, and both holding a small object in their hands.

"Oniichan! Syaoran-kun!" Sakura’s surprised gasp interrupted the ongoing glaring contest between the two men, and they turned toward her with expectant smiles on their faces.

"Sakura-chan, I…"

"Kaiju, look…"

The glares returned, and both men thrust their hands toward her. "Which one do you like better?" the two demanded simultaneously.

"Eh?" She peered at the objects held by each man, then looked up at their faces. "I don’t get it…"

"Just answer the question, Sakura," her father chuckled.

She nodded, then reached out and picked up the objects, one in each hand. She examined them closely, then looked back at her brother and her husband. "Both key chains are extremely cute, so I like them both," she said hesitantly.

Groans of exasperation met her statement, and without another word, the two men turned around. As they headed back out the door into the storm, the other two males in the room burst out laughing.

Sakura turned with a bewildered look on her face. "Hoeeeee?"

April 2010

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