A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction. To be more precise, this is the first time I've ever written a story in English.Yes, English is not my first language, so please bear with me and any mistakes I made. Thank you.
A/N2: I edited some mistakes and added a couple of sentences. For example, it seems I mispelled Nadeshiko. Hope I got it right this time.
A/N3: I hate spacing sooo much! It's always getting messed up. I can never get it right. So expect to see a couple of words stuck to each other. Sorry about that. So, since I was on a fluff mood, I couldn't help but edit this and add some more of it. :)
DISCLAIMER (Fanfic authors need one of these, don't they?) You probably heard this talk 1000 times already, but here it goes:I don't own a thing about CCS (if I did, you could count on more CCS episodes full of S&S goodness winks).
Words in Italic between " " are thoughts
----- are scene changes or time gaps
AN EVENING TO REMEMBER
"In that night there was a heavy atmosphere hovering around the house. Sadness,… pain,… boredom tainted the air, creating a heavy layer of discomfort which covered all the tenants of the…."
- I think that's quite enough.
With a click, the teen turned off his television.
"I'm bored enough as it is. The last thing I need is to watch this poor attempt at a mystery picture". With that thought, he leaned back on his easy chair and let out a wistful sigh. He closed his eyes for some seconds, trying to grasp a warmer and more comfortable feeling, which would somehow erase this strange pit in his stomach, along with the numbing sensation of sleepiness.
"What's gotten into me today? There should be no reason for me to feel this bored and upset". He stood up and cast a longing gaze at the clear orange sky, as if he expected it to answer him. "Well, there was that, but it's not enough of a reason, is it?" He looked at framed pictured in the shelf next to him and kept his gaze focused on it for some moments. "Syaoran, you baka, of course it is!". Half amused at himself, he opened the sliding glass door that led to his balcony and stepped out, enjoying the cool late September breeze that blew outside. "I really am hopeless, am I not?".
As he came back inside some minutes later, the nadeshiko pin on the table caught his attention. He smiled, reminiscing in the fond memories it brought.
For him, nadeshiko flowers were a good omen, something he could always relate to good fortune and happiness. After all, it had been on the festival named after this beautiful flower that he experienced one of the best moments of his life, which would change his life for the better. That time, he learned the joy of being loved back by the most important person to him. It truly was a blessed day that would forever remain in his memory, despite of the hardships of the previous night. Maybe that was what made the followingdawn seem so much more wonderful.
One year and athree months had passed since then. And one year and two months since he managed to convince his mother of the wonders of the Japanese educational system and come back to Japan. Of course she knew better than to believe her son's "quest for the best education possible ", as he had put it, but he was here now and that was all he cared.
And now that he looked at it, it wasn't a total lie. The education here was wonderful. The quality of the professionals in the art of teaching, the abundance of means of information…… But the best of all were the fellow students with whom he shared all of this. More precisely, one especial fellow student. Or if you really want to be picky about it, it was the auburn-haired, green-eyed girl that held the key to his heart.
Happier from the pleasant thought, he picked up the pin and put it next to the picture of his beloved. Her mother, whom he appreciated very much for delivering his angel to this world, was also called Nadeshiko, which only added to the significance this flower had to him. Definitely, it was his second favourite. Peonies were a thing of the past. His favrourite flower now was, of course, the one which his beloved was named after: the sakura.
He found himself with a stupid grin on his face that couldn't be wiped off. "Happy thoughts do make you feel a lot better. Why didn't I think of this before? Maybe Wei was right when he said I that keeping my spirits up at all times would make me feel better and would attract good things. And now that I think about it, I wonder if that's how she always managed to pull trough in the hard times". There she was again, on his mind filling his thoughts and heart with warmth. "All this being in love stuff sure has it upsides".
Still, he wished she was here in flesh instead of just thoughts. He would do anything just to see her face in front of him right now.
- I promise I would even wear that ugly Tweedledee costume Tomoyo made for me – he said out loud, remembering the day when the costume-maniac girl showed it to him, saying she just had to make it after Sakura told her about seeing two of him dressed like that inside the book "Alice in Wonderland". Ultimately, that freaky, four-eyed, poor excuse for a mage's reincarnation was the one to blame. Only his twisted mind could come up with a world with him in that ridiculous attire.
Shaking the unpleasant memories out of his mind, he started heading for his room when he felt it. The ever so familiar pink aura, bright and bouncy: a clear indication that the person it belonged to was in a very good mood.
Faster than he knew himself capable of, he was by the front door, opening it and revealing the beautiful girl known as Kinomoto Sakura, just as she was about to ring the doorbell. After her initial surprise, she flashed him one of her brightest smiles, the ones that always brightened his day.
- It's been a while since I've needed to ring your doorbell, Syao-kun. Soon enough I won't be able to remember how it's done.
He laughed at her joke, allowing her inside his abode. He could never resist opening the door to her as soon as he sensed her nearby.
As they passed in front of the door to his bedroom, Syaoran shot a worried glance at his wardrobe, where he knew that hideous piece of clothing was stored. But he quickly dismissed it: "What no one heard can't harm me." Feeling more reassured, he led his girlfriend to the living room, where he promptly offered her some tea he had just made, which she gladly accepted.
- It was a really nice surprise seeing you here. I thought you were supposed to be in your cheerleader practice – he commented, while thanking Kami-sama for his good luck.
- It ended early – she answered, after taking a sip of tea – Plus, I thought I'd spend more time with you right now, since I'm going to be away this weekend.
Syaoran cringed. The cause of his earlier bad mood was that Sakura was visiting her great-grandfather that weekend, at his house in the countryside. That meant no time with her this weekend. As if that wasn't enough, he had been very excited planning a special date with her that Sunday. One can imagine his disappointment when he saw all his plans go down the drain.
She noted his solemn expression and, understanding what it was all about, sat closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, nuzzling his face and pecking him in the cheek.
- I'm so sorry Syao-chan. I promise I'll make it up to you. You'll see.
And with that, she gave him a quick sweet kiss on the lips. Syaoran immediately relaxed, enjoying her sweetheart's display of affection and forgetting for a moment the lonely weekend ahead of him.
Releasing his hold on him, she went back to drinking her tea, while talking animatedly about her day. He just listened, admiring her face, enjoying the pure energy she emanated in her joyous state. Her whole being seemed to glisten, with her jade orbs being the centre of her luminescence. One look at her and anyone could tell her how pure her soul was, as it was clearly reflected in her eyes. Completely lost in them, Syaoran missed the question directed at him.
- Syaoran, you're not paying attention to what I'm saying, are you? – She asked, pouting, realizing she wasn't getting an answer from him.
Startled, and realising he'd been caught, he had no choice but to admit it.
- Sorry, I just got so carried away by your enthusiasm that halfway trough I was so mesmerized by the way you were expressing yourself that the words you were speaking just faded out of existence, overrun by your brightness.
Sakura wasn't sure whether she should be mad at him for not listening or feel flattered he was so entranced by her. It wasn't like him to be this good or romantic with words, so she opted for the second. She responded with one of her trademark smiles, expressing in it the best she could how much she adored him.
He too was surprised at the words that came out of this mouth. That didn't sound like him at all: nearly poetic inspiration was not one of his personal traits. But the results were rather pleasing. Maybe it was something it might be worth working on.
As she looked past him and around the room, she noticed that everything in his house was as tidy as usual. He probably never had any trouble finding anything in there. Her own closet was the complete opposite. It was hard finding anything in that piece of furniture bursting with clothes, thanks partially to Tomoyo Daidouji, who kept on designing costumes for her best friend, both casual and formal (magical girl formal, that is). Her trail of thought eventually led her to the only Daidouji original design that was somewhere in his house.
- What about that cute Tweedledee costume Tomoyo-chan made for you?
The next thing she knew, tea was flying in all directions, as Syaoran nearly choked on his drink. Then he just stared at her with a flabbergasted expression, wondering if she somehow had some sort of divination powers.
"Of course she has. She's the cardmistress, for crying out loud!" His own mind shouted.
Sakura, who had asked it with a perfectly innocent intention, was clearly confused by his reaction, and lost no time asking him what was wrong.
- Nothing's wrong. It's not like I promised anyone that I would wear it or anything.
He silently cursed at his own stupidity, which only made the girl more suspicious. Still, she just smiled gently at him, as if dismissing it. Still, she was already making some plans. "Maybe later I'll ask 'The Return' if there was something interesting in my beloved's day" She thought with a glint of mirth in her eyes.
The boy was too busy recovering from his embarassement to notice it, though. So he just tried to change the subject as subtly as possible.
- So, looks like the rain finally gave us a break.
"The weather! Really smooth, no doubt… That's the number one topic for escaping touchy subjects. Even she, the queen of naiveté can see trough it." He really needed to work on gathering coherent thoughts when around Sakura. She seemed to have a special talent to make him lose his focus. Or maybe it was just a consequence of his avid fascination for her.
Unlike what he expected, she just giggled and stood up, heading towards her schoolbag. From inside she took out a paper bag which she carefully placed on the table.
- I almost forgot about it. I bought them on my way here. I'm sure you're going to love this.
Inside were two slices of chocolate cake. Syaoran had to control himself not to drool. The fact that he had a sweet tooth for chocolate was no secret to anyone, but after spending so much time with him, Sakura always knew what kind he liked best.
- Better not tell Kero-chan about this, though. Otherwise, I'll never hear the end of it – she advised, foreseeing her guardian's cries of anguish, were he to find out about it.
The same thoughts came to her boyfriend's mind, but unlike her, he actually enjoyed the idea. Any oportunity to tease the 'plushie' was always welcome. No matter how many years passed, he would never get along with him. It was only for his cherry blossom's sake that he didn't tease him more often, because in the end, she was the one who often ended up with headaches from that flying stomach's incessant rambling and complaints.
- Wait a minute, I'll go get some plates to put these in – she happily announced.
And with that she was off to the kitchen. Halting midway, she suddenly turned around and jumped at the unsuspecting boy, hugging him tight against her.
- Daisuki da yo!
When she released him, his face had turned a bright crimson colour. Satisfied with the result, she exclaimed:
- You just look so cute when you blush, Syao-chan!
After one year and a half of having a loving relationship with his precious blossom, the Li boy had gradually gotten used to being around her without having red-tainted cheeks. However, he still couldn't control it when she caught him off-guard like that. Fortunately or unfortunately for him, she was getting better and better at surprising him. "At this rate, I'll probably be a human tomato until the end of my days". But while looking at her delighted face he couldn't help but wonder that if seeing him blush like crazy gave her such joy, why not let her have that pleasure?
As she walked out of the living door, he didn't resist the urge to follow her and watch her standing on her toes, trying to reach the plates high up in the cupboard. He admired her adorably kawaii concentrated expression as she stretched and hopped, cutely shaking her bottom, as if it would propel her one inch higher towards her goal. Her skirt wavered sligthly, partially exposing her perfectly shaped thighs. Held by the skirt's waistband, her white shirt was strecthed and hugged her upper body more tightly, accentuating her very nicely developing mounds. Taking a more careful look, he could spot a sligh contrasting pink colour, no doubt belonging to her more intimate garments.
When she finnaly got the plates in hand, she looked at him, complaining:
- Mou, Syao-chan. Why do you have these so high up? It's so hard reaching them!
He simply stood still, with a very red, but very delighted look on his face.
He had just found a good reason for it.
------Shortly after-------
As they happily ate, Syaoran wandered what their future would be like. He imagined himself arriving home after a long day at work and finding his wife Sakura wearing a pink apron, busily preparing dinner. As soon as he came in she shot him one of her tender and bright smiles, greeting him happily.
Then, he imagined the same thing, but with her wearing only the apron.
With a startle, he jumped back to reality, too embarrassed to remain in his fantasy land any longer, panickly checking for an incoming nosebleed. In the process, he accidentally spilled the tea on himself, which was still much too hot for his comfort. After managing to surpress some swearing, he quickly proceeded to his room for a change of clothes, leaving behind asurprised but rather amused Sakura. "I guess that will teach me to keep my imagination under check."
Truth to be told, it wasn't entirely his fault. After all, he was a healthy 14 year old boy. He was in the age of experiencing hormones frying up his brain. Furthermore, he had the number one law about magic to take into account. Magic attracts magic, as Wei always told him. He had had first hand experience in that department, with that silly attraction to Yukito's moon powers. Now, with him and Sakura in love with each other and with their magical powers significantly stronger, he felt like they were like two magical magnets, always pulling towards each other.
Snapped out of his reverie by Sakura's call, he quickly changed and returned to her.
He was already digging in the cake, when she decided to make conversation again.
- I'm usually the clumsy one, but you outdid me this time, Syao-puu.
They piece of cake he was swallowing got stuck in his throat, effectively cutting the flow of oxygen to his lungs, and she had to pat his pack to stop him from choking.
- Syao-WHAT! – He exclaimed with a horrified expression on his face.
- Hoe? What's wrong, Syao-puu? – She innocently replied.
"Today is clearly not a good day to get anything down my throat." He dryly concluded.
- Sakura-chan, please don't call me that – he half-whined.
- Why? It's so cute! – She asked, squealing the last part.
He didn't mind most of the pet names she came up with for him. He actually liked to be called Syao-chan, as long as nobody else was within hearing range. But the 'puu' suffix really got to him. He didn't know why, but every time he heard it, he suddenly saw himself in a pink tutu, dancing at the sound of the "Blue Danube": not a pleasant mental image at all!
So he pleaded with her not to call him that. He even attempted the infamous 'puppy-dog eye look', which just made him look plain ridiculous and not persuasive at all. He only managed to give her ideas, because soon enough he was the one receiving it, effectively being disarmed of any further arguments he might have come up with.
- Besides, calling you Syao-puu makes you sound tender and huggable. It makes me want to hold you tightly and snuggle in your lap – she added sweetly, sitting on his lap, draping her arms around his torso and resting her head on the crook of his neck.
"Well, maybe this whole '-puu' thing has a couple of good aspects about it" – He thought, showing a lopsided grin. He didn't like the idea of having 'tender and huggable' as his personal image, but if that made her want to cuddle against him, then he might just let it pass and savour the opportunity.
Turning his attention to his love, he cupped her chin with his hand and made her face him. After staring into her clear green eyes, he descended upon her face and began placing soft kisses on her forehead, eyebrows, eyelids, nose, cheek and lips. She happily returned the kisses and both enjoyed the tingling sweet sensations that ran trough every nerve of their bodies. Their auras were connected and seemed to make a dance of their down, pink and green intertwining in a perfectly harmonious pattern.
Within a brief moment they were able to form a coherent thought, each wondered how Touya would react if he knew they were making out right that moment. It wasn't hard to imagine: the contorted face, the bulging bloodshot eyes filled with rage, the maniac look on his face, his thundering voice booming: "Gaki, keep your hands off my imouto!" and the poor Yukito trying to restrain him and calm him down, to no avail. Syaoran inwardly smiled, as the little devil inside of him kicked in, imagining her overprotective brother having a fit over this and passing out, foaming from his mouth like a mad dog. "Score! Syaoran – 1; Big mean ogre brother – 0".
But even that image vanished into nothing as his lips came in contact with hers once again, filling his soul with warmth and delight. They had created their own little world, where nothing nor someone would be interrupting them.
They paused to look deep into each other's eyes, trying to see as much into their souls as possible. Future and past didn't seem to matter as they focused only on the present moment, trying to record it into their hearts for eternity.
With a blissful sigh, Sakura closed her eyes and rested her cheek against his, relishing his warmth.
- This seems like a moment out of time, made especially for us – she dreamily said, as she adjusted into a more comfortable position on his lap, resuming to shower his visage with loving, tender kisses.
- Indeed. It makes me realize how meaningless a couple of days is, when we can create an eternity in one second. I feel rather silly for getting so upset over such a small matter – he admitted, feeling rather embarrassed for acting like a sulky kid earlier that day.
It was his turn to caress her with his lips, starting in her nose, remainig a bit longer in her lips, and continuing down to her chin and then her neck, where he sensibilized allthesoft spots he had come to discover so far. She let out some some small high-pitched sounds, a mixture a mewl and a squeal, relaxing a bit more into his arms.
- It's okay. I'm glad you like to be with me this much. But we must not forget there is a world outside, and other people who care about us and deserve our attention and respect.
There she was, always caring so much about others. Perhaps that's what made her so loved by all: her desire in making all those she cared about as happy as possible. It was just another reason why he loved her so much.
But despite her words, her current attention was exclusively focused on her little wolf. Not that she was able to pay much conscious attention, anyway. Their auras were molding more intensely against them, melding together with a mighty vigour, as if a powerful magnetic force held them that way. Their kissing, while holding the same amount of love and sweetness, became gradually more enthusiastic and even slightly passionate. They felt like they were floating on the clouds, in a paradise of sensations, their hearts beating fast in perfect sync, their warmth growing and passing onto each other. Had they been able to think, they'd certainly have mused that if that wasn't heaven, than it was a really close call.
The sound of the doorbell disrupted their precious moment, bringing them back downto Earth. The jerk to reality was so sudden and harsh that it left them stunned for some moments.
Grumbling some curses in Mandarin, Syaoran reluctantly left his comfy position to get the door, tightening his fist and readying it for action, as he felt like giving the disturber a piece of his mind and maybe of his fist.
It turned out to be the mailman, delivering some package his family had sent him from Hong Kong. Regaining his senses, he refrained from doing anything unreasonable and signed where the man asked him to, keeping his displeasure to himself and letting the man leave unharmed.
When he came back to the living room, Sakura could still hear him muttering something about the incompetence of the Japanese postal service and their lousy timing. She giggled, knowing very well how he hated being interrupted when he was with her. She obviously also disliked these intrusions in their time, but she was more understanding about it, as she had conscience that people had their lives and jobs to take care of. Yet, that particular time, for a split second, even she had not-so-nice thoughts regarding the intruder. Thoughts that involved Clow cards and a lot of pain.
Still upset about having their best mood ever being shattered like that, he casually looked in her direction, the more precisely beneath her seat. Blood came rushing to his face, thus a pretty blush formed on his cheeks. Before she had time to blink, he was by her side, hiding something from her view with his foot. As she motioned to reach under the sofa, he hugged her and pulled her to him. She stood bewildered for some moments, but eventually let it go and adjusted herself in his arms, into his embrace, spreading butterfly kisses on his neck, in an effort to regain their precious lost mood.
"Must be some boy stuff he doesn't want me to see. Oni-chan also uses to hide some magazines under his bed. It's better to let them be". Sakura never had the habit of sneaking around in her brother's room. And although what he could be hiding under his bed piqued her curiosity, she respected his secrets and leftit alone. Unbeknownst to her, it was one of the best decisions she had made, for she certainly wouldn't be ready to deal with their content, especially taking into consideration her brother's tastes on whom to place his deeper affections.
But in Syaoran's case, the situation was completely different. As he tried to distract his girlfriend, he recalled the events of the previous Saturday.
-----Flashback------
He was on his way to do some emergency grocery shopping. Since he now lived alone, he had to take care of everything in the house. Being the organized person he was, he had proven himself up to the task. Still, that didn't mean he was flawless. That day, after encountering an empty refrigerator just before dinner time, he was forced to go out in a rush to get something to cook.
It was on his way to the supermarket that he saw it: that magazine, standing out to him in middle of all the others in that stand. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. As a matter of fact, it was just another one of those which claimed to know what men really wanted. What caught his attention was one corner of the front page, where he could read: "Make her swoon. Learn to give your girl the kiss of her life!"
He immediately tried to take his attention off it, as he had better things to do that to read like low-quality, rubbish-filled magazines. Yet those words seemed to somehow call out to him, and the image of his precious koibito flashed before his eyes. "This is just stupid! There's no way that thing has anything worth reading.I don't reallyneed thatmuch help insuch anarea." He turned his head, intending to leave, but the words 'the kiss of her life' kept echoing in his mind. He shook his head, trying to somehow erase them, but it had almost the same result as trying to take Sakura off his mind. He gave up: "Okay, just a quick look at it to see how much mumbo-jumbo it has. It's not like I'm much into the topic. It's for educational purposes only: just evaluating the quality of today's magazines."
With his conscience falsely reassured, he took a look at the pages of the correspondent article. At the sight of the words 'massage her tongue with yours' he quickly averted his eyes, closing the magazine and dropping it inits place, a fierce blush tainting his cheeks. The mere thought of trying anything like that with Sakura made his blush intensify and spread all over his face. Altough they kissed quite often, their kisses were just smooth and endearing caresses with their lips. Even though their intensity tended to increase sometimes, they had never done something withsuch depth.
"I need to get a grip. I can't believe I stoop so low as to get so drawn in by this obvious money-maker trash." Gathering all his willpower he marched away, glancing behind every now and then. "Well, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He shot a triumphant smile at himself.
------End Flashback------
Yet, here he was now, hiding that exact same magazine from her. Over the week he had attentively read the article over and over, trying to digest all he read, while at the same time fighting down the blushes that came each time he thought about trying any of the techniques on Sakura.
But this time, looking at her clear green eyes, her beautiful face bearing an adorably cute expression, there was no doubt in his mind about what he wanted to do. Tenderly caressing her cheek, he drew her closer and reached for her lips with his. Unaware of what he was planning, she eagerly closed in for the kiss, closing her eyes and leaning against him. After a couple of seconds of contact he probed her lips with his tongue, asking for entrance. Completely caught by surprise, she unconsciously opened her mouth a little, to express surprise. He took it as an invitation and deepened the kiss, letting their tongues touch each other. She gasped in surprise; her eyes shot wide open and her light blush turned into a fierce one, strange jolts of an indescribable feeling arrising within her. Not knowing how to react, she just sat still while her boyfriend tried to put into practice what he so diligently studied. As he massaged her tongue with his, she emitted another gasp, this time due to the pleasurable new sensations that came rushing down with such force her mind went out of focus. As if in a trance, her eyelids slowly closed, her stiff body completely relaxed and she completely gave in to the kiss, responding the best she could with her inexperience, all surprise and shyness forgotten. Syaoran, too, lost himself in the kiss and the sensorial overflow, putting aside all he had read and letting his instincts and feelings guide him. It felt like lightning had just hit them, as if invoked by Syaoran's elemental magic.They hugged tighter, trying to feel as much of the other as possible, pouring all their feelings into their contact. If their previous moment had seemed divine, this one completely blew them away. The felt enourmous and tiny at the same time. Raw magic pulsed through each single artery, vein and cell of their bodies, its flow leaving a trail of ecstasy on its way, making them moan into the kiss. All seemed deliciously surreal, and neither wanted it to end. It looked like the most powerful spell they had ever come across was at work, both willingly surrendering and even empowering it with their mutual feelings of love.
When they parted due to the lack of air, their breathing was irregular and both looked like they had just dived into the depths of bliss.
Syaoran was the first to regain control of himself. For some moments he just stared at his beloved: her eyes were hazy and half-closed, her lips were slightly parted, her cheeks had a deep rosy colour and she had a dazed, but delighted expression on her face. In his eyes, she seemed more beautiful than ever.
When she focused on him, her expression changed to a mixture of wonder and bewilderment and she let out a soft 'Hoe' while dreamily sighing. He wondered how he had looked like after that kiss. Judging by the way he was feeling and how warm his cheeks were, he probably had had a very similar expression plastered on his face.
The two of them stayed in each other's arms for a while longer, enjoying their closeness, silently speaking more than words could ever process.
When she left that day no words were spoken. There was some sort of quiet understanding between them and just one word could shatter it into pieces. They were still in a cloudy world where everything they could see in front of them was their loved one. They parted with only a long gaze into the depths of each other's eyes, but it held more love and meaning that anything else they might have done.
While he watched her walk away from his house, he had to rub his eyes to make sure he was seeing her walk and not using the fly or the jump cards. In fact, if you didn't look hard enough, she seemed to be gliding instead of walking.
After she disappeared behind a corner, Syaoran finally decided to head inside, closing the door behind him. It was then he realized that he hadn't been feeling the ground beneath his feet for quite a while now, but when he looked down, they weren't a single inch above the floor.
---------That night---------
Syaoran was woken up by the telephone. He shot a quick glance at his clock, which marked 21:07. "Guess I must have dozed off."
Standing up, he headed towards the phone andaswered the call. The voice that greeted him brought a smile to his face.
- H-hi, Syao-chan.
Was it just him or had she just stuttered a bit? And didn't her voice sound a bit quieter than usual, almost shy?
- I had a great time today... Thanks – she continued, sounding a bit more like her usual self – You really surprised me, but it was a good surprise, mind you. I had never felt that alive before. It was more magical than any spell I've ever used before.
- Oh, you also felt that way, too? – He quickly replied, enthusiasm seeping trough his voice.
- Hai. I'm never forgetting today, that much is for sure... You french kiss very well, you know? – She added the last sentence in a lower tone, almost a whisper.
- Ano… – he attempted to answer, unsucessfully fighting down the blush that came – …you too.
Although he couldn't see her, he could tell for sure she was blushing, too.
After some seconds of silence, she spoke again.
- When I arrived home, Kero came rushing to me in a panic, asking what had happened to us.
- Why? – This clearly puzzled the youth. How could the plushie possibly know anything about that afternoon?
- He said he felt an enormous flare of our magic that nearly made his senses enter an overdrive. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. He was scared out of his wits.
- You don't suppose it was because of the….you know…..that kiss? – He hesitantly asked, as if the truth was something so surreal that it was beyond belief.
- I do. It certainly felt like a magical moment to me. Maybe all that energy we felt within us flowed out to the outside.
He took some deep breaths, trying to grasp reality. The fact that a single kiss, no matter how divine it was to them, could let out such a massive amount of magical energy was beyond anything he ever studied in his old magic books. Maybe there was a reason why people often refered to the 'magic of love'.
- Has the plushie pointed any possible reason for this happening? – He inquired.
- He's still too confused about all this, but he said it might have something to do with our previous lives. Maybe we had also been deeply in love with each other back then, and this kiss today somehow triggered something within our karmic memory, linking us with our past life selves. It's only a hypothesis, tough – Then, after a short pause, she added with a sweeter tone to her voice – But wouldn't it be wonderful if that was the case? Lovers in a past life reuniting once again, destined to fall for each other all over again. It looks like a romance fairytale! – She was nearly squealing with glee by then.
Syaoran was clearly amused by exuberance. He knew how most girls loved anything romantic-related and Sakura was no exception. And he had to admit it, that story had a nice ring to it. Maybe he should forget about finding out the true cause of the incident and stick to the fairytale explanation. In some cases, he concluded, the truth was better left unknown.
- Anyway, I've been thinking – she continued after a while – and I realized that Syao-puu doesn't really suit you after all. At least not after today – the shyness was back in her voice.
Syaoran's smile broadened to his whole face, as he blessed his boldness and skill. "Maybe those magazines aren't just rubbish after all." That smile, however, lasted for about four seconds.
- Say, how does Syao-pon sound to you?
A/N: So, the mais part's done. Hope you enjoyed reading it, because I certainly enjoyed writing it.
I got the idea for the'puu' and 'pon'suffixes from Tsubasa Chronicle, where Fye is always using them on Kurogane. I just tought they would fit well in this case.
For those who don't know a single word of Japanese, here's a quick translation of the words I used. If I missed any, I'm sorry.
baka - stupid / idiot
kawaii - cute
sakura - cherry blossom
(syaoran means little wolf)
mou - geez
daisuki da yo - I love you / I like you so much
koibito - girlfriend /boyfriend/lover
ano... - erm... (used to fill in when you don't know what to say)