Elements
By Final Fantasy Princess
Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura.
Part I of III
Gold
Tears stung my eyes as I curled myself into a ball. I was so confused. He sent out mixed signals and I couldn't figure it out. One second he's next to me, caressing me, saying I am absolutely stunning, and the next second he's next to some other girl dancing wildly and grinding against her.
I didn't get it.
I really liked him a lot. I haven't been with anyone for four years. Since I broke up with the last bastard who cheated on me twice, I haven't been with anyone. He was there for me, supported me emotionally. He understood why I didn't date for a long time.
I think I might love him.
He was funny, kind, considerate, caring, moving, intelligent, athletic, career-driven, ambitious, lovable… I could go on and on. He smelled like autumn. Yes, the season. He smelled like the wonderful smell of autumn. Whenever I slept over with him in his bed, sometimes when we're lonely, I would breathe in his alluring scent.
Why is this so confusing?
Perhaps I'm that safety blanket books speak of. He never really has to feel lonely when I'm always there for him too, holding him close. I'm his back-up when the girlfriends he really cared about left him. Those worthless, vile things, they suck out his kind-natured soul and leave.
"Sakura?"
I suck in a large intake of breath and cough after realizing I breathed in too much. I quickly wiped my eyes on my pillow and turn around with a smile. There he was with a concerned look on his face, still dressed in his party clothes.
"Why did you leave the club so early, Sakura? And without letting me know? I got scared shitless. And you never pick up your cell phone!"
I giggled and hugged him tightly. That same, comforting scent greeted me as I buried my face into his neck. I left the club early only because he had left me to talk up this trashy girl. I was left alone. The guys there were paired off with some other girls and the left-overs were nothing compared to Syaoran.
"I'm sorry, Syaoran. I just didn't feel like staying there and you looked like you were enjoying yourself. I didn't want to make you leave early." I answered, slightly muffled since my face was still in his neck.
If you only knew how I felt about you.
I could tell he rolled his eyes because he always does when he thinks I did something selfless and made him worry about me. He lifted me off my bed and onto his lap. I felt his fingers begin to play with my hair.
I felt tingles and warmth on the spots he touched me.
"Sakura, you're more important than anything. What if something happened to you?"
"I'm fine, Syao. I'm here, aren't I?" I muttered back, reluctant of leaving his hold.
My heart was constricting. He was too close. I wanted to blurt out my feelings for him. But wouldn't I lose this closeness with him if I told him how I felt and he did not reciprocate? I wouldn't be able to survive if I didn't get to hold him anymore.
So that meant I'll only be his friend.
"Sakura…"
I shivered absentmindedly. I loved it when he said my name. It was like he was caressing it with his tongue. I blushed at the thought of kissing him. My best friend since forever. Tomoyo never understood why I haven't said anything to him about my feelings. It's because she had it easy. Eriol came to her. I was just there.
My eyes opened suddenly and I froze.
He was kissing my neck ever so delicately. He nibbled on my earlobe. He was pulling me away from him. I gazed into his amber eyes. They glimmered like gold, so beautiful and pure. I always felt like his eyes put me into a spell. Golden eyes that shined in the night and in the day, the eyes I loved.
He then kissed me deeply and I embraced him back whole-heartedly. I didn't understand what brought this on. It wasn't alcohol because he tasted like cinnamon frosting. It wasn't my dream because during our passionate kiss, I pinched myself…twice.
Ow.
It wasn't because he thought I was someone else because he had said my name beforehand. He pulled me close to him and I felt my chest press harshly against his own. I moaned when he flicked his tongue against my own.
We pulled away and breathed as though we've been deprived of air for years. His eyes held my own and he smiled.
"I wanted to do that for so long. And I have to say, you taste good."
He grinned boyishly before getting up and leaving the room. I sat there, dazed and confused. Was this another game he was playing? I was lost again and I could almost feel the tears begin to prick my eyes again. I didn't get it… I didn't get it at all.
"And by the way, please don't leave without telling me again. You worry me sick all the time." He chided, his head peeking in the doorway.
Those golden eyes…
So damn confusing.
I laid down and began to cry again. I hated this perplexing feeling. It invoked so much sadness in me that I couldn't help but cry. The kiss was wonderful, dreamlike almost. And his eyes…
Gold.
My new favorite metal.
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A/N: I'm bored.