Summary: He wanted her. She wanted him. But not everything is simple. What would life be without a few complications?
Disclaimer: This goes for all chapters. I do not own CCS or anything like.
Note: I'm going to make time to write from now on. I promise.
Complications
Prologue
He kissed her roughly, pressing her body tightly between his and the wall of the janitors closet. She nibbled his lip with fervor until he opened his mouth so she could intertwine her tongue with his. Wanting her more than he already did, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer to him before grinding his erection into her source of wetness. Hearing her moan into their kiss, he moved from her lips to her neck where he began to suck, bite and lick.
"Ne Syao-chan, don't leave any marks. That will cause talk," she told him, flicking his forehead with her fore finger. She sounded as if she was running out of breath, but she wasn't breathless. This was a disappointment for him.
"Fine," Syaoran pulled away, rubbing is forehead where she has exerted force. He kissed her hard on the mouth once more before leaving her alone in the janitor's closet to regain composure.
How the hell did they end up in this situation?
She shut her eyes tightly, ran her fingers through her honey locks, straightened her dress, took a deep breath and walked back into the banquet hall.
A Year Earlier
"Sakura-chan, hurry up or else you'll be late to meet everyone!" the emerald eyed beauty heard her father call from the bottom of the stairs. She was surprised she even heard him considering the mansion was filled with guests and music.
"Hai, otou-san! I'll be down in just a moment!" she called back to him. She practiced her smile once more, making sure her emerald eyes sparkled just like they were supposed to when she was greeting guests. She allowed her eyes to dull once more, apply more mascara. She was dressed in an emerald summer dress that hugged her upper body before flowing out from her waist, almost like water. It had a v-neck that exposed her cleavage well without becoming scandalous. She sucked in a deep breath, before looking down at her golden heels and walking down the steps.
"Kaijuu! How dare you leave me alone down here with the leeches for such a long time," her older brother, Touya, hissed at her the moment he saw her, taking her hand to set on his arm. This made her smile a true smile.
"Gomen ne onii-chan, but you know I hate these as much as you do. And since I'm girl I have an excuse to take a long and be late to this little get together," she told him, eyes flashing with mirth.
"Just for that, I'm not telling you where they put all of the chocolate covered strawberries," he told her airily.
"Touya-kun, don't separate me from my favorite dessert is," she pouted cutely.
"Kinomoto-chan, it's quite pleasant to see you again," his blue eyes flashed in her direction, exposing two rows of straight white teeth.
"Hai, Histugaya-san," Sakura smiled back tightly. There was none more perverted that this one. Granted he was quite attractive with his ice blue eyes and silver hair, but he was only out for sex, and Sakura just really couldn't be bothered to toy with his mind today.
"Leave my sister alone, Mori," Touya grit through his teeth before leading his sister away.
"Arigotou Touya-kun," Sakura breathed once they were farther away from him. Touya grunted.
"I already told you, there's no way you're having a boyfriend before you're thirty," Touya mumbled, causing Sakura to laugh her tinkling laugh.
"I'm already twenty-three Touya-kun, and you've been successful thus dar. But who knows, maybe I'll meet someone who isn't after the money one day," Sakura replied sadly.
"Perhaps," Touya replied to his sister in the same tone.
"Touya-kun!" A voice screeched from across the room.
"Gah! She's here Sakura! Hide me!" Touya cried, crouching behind his baby sister.
"Touya, you're six feet and I'm hardly 5"5. There's no way I can hide you from that woman," she told her brother, while taking a glass of champagne and a strawberry from a tray of a waiter who was passing by.
"Touya-kun! I could've sworn you were avoiding me," a long haired brunette cried, ruby eyes wide.
"Iie, Ruby-chan! Touya-kun was just going on and on about how much he missed seeing you and how grateful he was going to get this chance to spend some quality time with you," Sakura reassured the brunette happily.
"Why are you so evil?" Touya's usually masculine voice whispered squeakily to his sister with wide, wet eyes. Sakura merely giggled and shrugged before walking away to a pillar she could lean against and stay out of the majority's view. She had her head turned to the side so she hadn't even seen him coming.
"Who the hell are you?" A man, tall in stature and well built, asked her.
"Watch your mouth young man. My father owns this house," she told him coolly, not bothering to grant him more notice than her peripheral vision.
"Ah, so you must be the Kinomoto princess," she saw him smirk. Looking in his direction, she was dazed by the deep golden amber of his eyes.
"And what do you mean by that, Li Ren?" she asked with the same demeanor, sending him a smirk of his own at his surprised expression as she sipped her champagne.
"How the hell did you know my name?" he demanded. She could tell he had quite the short temper.
"I make it a point to know who my step-brother will be," she continued. "Now look, our parents are making their first welcoming speech. How cute," she told him disgustedly.
"Good evening everyone. First and foremost, we thank you all for attending this engagement ceremony. I am pleased that you all were able to make it. On behalf of Yelan and I, we welcome you to the soon to be Kinomoto-Li household, and invite you to take your seats," Fujitaka, Sakura's and Touya's father greeted them with a dashing smile.
He may have graying hair and laugh lines all over his face, but not a single woman could deny he was attractive. And on top of everything else, he was rich. This is what worried the Kinomoto children the most. How could they be sure this wasn't just another woman after their father's money? So many of them had seen genuine, and thus far, none were.
Not bothering to pay him any mind, Sakura straightened from the post she was leaning against and walked to the front of the room where she was to be seated. As always, she made sure she looked perfect so no one had any reason to talk. She ignored the way the men gazed at her with lust-filled eyes. She ignored the women gave her disgusted looks and spoke about her behind her back with hatred.
They didn't matter. No one did. Her family was the only exception.
She took her seat, and her brother gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
"We'll be having some speeches from our children tonight. So please welcome Touya and Sakura," their father said lovingly. Touya and Fujitaka exchanged hugs on stage while Sakura and he exchanged kisses.
"First and foremost, thank you for coming. Our family appreciates your wishes on celebrating this joyous occasion with us. It means a great deal to our father, Sakura, and I," Touya spoke perfectly, with a smile that would have fooled anyone but her.
"Secondly, Yelan-san, although it's not official yet, we welcome you to the family. It will be nice to have another woman around," Sakura told her with a bright smile than meant absolutely nothing; that's what she meant to her. Absolutely nothing.
"Yare, yare, that was quite tedious," she told her brother as they stood by the balcony with their champagne. The banquet was over. Only the Kinomotos, the Lis and the cleaning staff remained. "Most especially when those annoying sisters gave their speeches as well. I don't think I've ever met anyone as hyper as they."
"I think I'll be retiring to bed for the night," Touya told his sister taking a sip of champagne. "What will you be doing?"
"Tomoyo got out of here earlier than the rest of us, so I'm meeting her at Seven," she told her brother before finishing off her drink and putting her empty glass on a nearby table that had yet to be cleaned.
Touya watched his sister leave the ballroom before turning to the balcony where he had a perfect view of the glittering sky.
"Okaa-san…"
"Did you really have to make me wear something so revealing, Tomoyo-chan?" Sakura asked her amethyst eyed cousin with a pout.
"Of course! You have an amazing body that desperately needs to be shown off. That's why the moment you called me to tell me you'd be over in a few I rushed over. I definitely wasn't going to let you get away with jeans and a t-shirt, again," Tomoyo eyed her cousin suspiciously while flicking her charcoal locks over her shoulder.
"I'm comfortable in jeans. I'm stuck in dresses all the time when I'm at otou-san's stupid parties, balls, galas, fundraisers, whatever you want to call them," Sakura pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's all just an excuse for the rich to flaunt their jewels and designer dresses to one another and boast about their accomplishments, real or not."
"Well at least I put you in those incredibly cute white shorts and the top comes up to your neck and ties at the back!" Tomoyo attempted to justify.
"These 'incredibly cute white shorts' pretty much come up to my bikini line, and the modest top you speak of ties in two places: one: at the back of my neck, and two: in the middle of my back," Sakura told her cousin, who merely rolled her eyes while laughing.
"Listen, your father is going to be married soon and that definitely can't be something to look forward to. Plus you'll be looking for apartments come Monday right?" Tomoyo asked Sakura, who nodded in return. "So take this time to relax before the work starts, Sakura-chan."
"I guess you're right. I just can't get too drunk tonight, okay Tomoyo-chan? I still presently live with my father," Sakura reminded her promptly who simply brushed her off with a wave of her hand.
"We'll see about that," Tomoyo told her with a grin. "Don't forget our little challenge we have every time we come here, Sakura-chan."
The limousine stopped in front of the club promptly, and Tomoyo exited quickly.
"Let the games begin," Sakura muttered to herself before slipping out of the limousine after her cousin.
TBC