Chapter Four:
Syaoran shivered as a cold gust of wind blew passed him once again. He had been waiting outside for nearly an hour and had lost the feeling in his fingers long ago. He laughed somberly as he blew warm air on to his frozen fingers. If he wasn’t asking for a favor he would have to deck Eriol when he saw him. He was just about to turn around when he spotted him coming around the corner. He rode on horseback and didn’t look as half as frozen as Syaoran wished he did. Actually he looked rather grim. How Syaoran wished he wasn’t asking for a favor.
“Xiao Lang,” Eriol said as he approached Syaoran.
“Eriol,” he replied. He could see that he wasn’t going to make it easy to ask either. “You look well.”
“Xiao Lang, please save me the talk…I don’t think you called me out in the dead of night, and asked for secrecy to inquiry about my well-being.”
Syaoran bit back his curt reply that came to mind and quickly divulged in. “No, I did not.” I want to ask a favor.”
“A favor. Could it not have waited until a more reasonable hour? I daresay after dawn.” He replied with all the practice haughtiness one could expect from Eriol these days. But this was worse…
“You are sourer than you usually are, what’s wrong?”
“Tomoyo is on her courses.”
Syaoran cringed. He had known Eriol and Tomoyo since his childhood and knew how deeply in love they were and how desperately they were trying to have a child. It had to be at least a couple of years now. He didn’t want to speak the words that he knew was on his friend’s mind, but it could be a possibility that Tomoyo could be barren.
“My greatest condolences…I could only imagine how hard this is for you,” he said sincerely.
Eriol sighed deeply. “It’s alright. I apologize I didn’t mean to snap at you. What can I do for you Syaoran?”
There was no other way Syaoran could have asked so he just asked. “I need to know his whereabouts.”
Eriol’s eyes instantly lit. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly.
“Positive.”
“I can’t tell you…I swore I wouldn’t. You made me give my oath, Xiao Lang.”
“Damn the oath, I need to know.”
“No.” he said more fiercely.
“He showed himself Eriol. He attacked me last night. I need to know where he is.”
“Chadwick’s here,” he said incredulously. “In London? How could he be? The last I heard—“ he stopped himself from speaking any further. He couldn’t say anymore. “Xiao Lang, if you asked anything other than this I would if I could help you, but not on this. Please don’t ask me anymore on this subject.”
Syaoran growled under his breathe. “Damn you Eriol. Well, could you at least keep an eye out for him?”
“Of course,” Eriol said as Syaoran turned his horse and galloped back to the cottage. Syaoran gave him a wave in farewell before disappearing, leaving Eriol to his thoughts.
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