A/N: Hey guys! So new story, hope you guys like it. The plot's a bit backwards but I was hoping to bring something other than a classic meet-chase-happy ending romance plot. So please bear with me. I'm not a professional writer but I hope you'd find the time to read my story. :D ~purplenopink
Taking Back Sakura
By purplenopink
The Prologue:
**Syaoran's POV**
"Stop it…" she said, she giggled. It was music to my ears. "Stop it, stop it Syao…you do know we can actually be seen in the rearview mirror right?" she asked me. I didn't care, so I told her "Don't care." I kissed her again, she giggled again. There was soft chatter from the mini TV inside the limo, I paid no mind. Her soft hand was on my chest and her emerald eyes were looking right at me. I never thought in my life that I would have the chance to be like this with her. Well sure, I've fantasized about it, even during lonely nights, if you know what I mean. I always thought though, that it would stay as just that – fantasy. Right now, this feeling, this real feeling, it's gives me boundless happiness.
**Flashback…in Syaoran POV**
"Syao, I got in! I got in!" she said. "Good good, to which college again?" I asked. "Tokyo U! Isn't it awesome?" asked Sakura. "Oh yeah, yeah," I answered. "I'm going to take interior design. How about you? Where are you headed?" she asked. "Oh..oh…uhm" I shoved that acceptance letter from Harvard into my pocket and straightened my glasses. "Uh Tokyo U as well, awesome Business Administration program they've got going there," I answered.
~In their sophomore year in college~
"Syao! I want you to meet Yuki," she said to me. She was pretty enough – long black hair, unusual blue gray eyes. There was something odd about the energy between her and Sakura though, but I shrugged it off. "I'm going to go pick up some stuff from the konbini**, you want anything?" I asked. "Sure, could you get me some strawberry milk?" she asked. As I walked over to the store I was telling myself everything was fine. I'd be back in our apartment and my best friend would love the milk I'd bought for her.
Sure enough though, everything wasn't as alright as I was telling myself it was. I've now identified the emotion I felt while looking at Yuki. It was rivalry, a tension between competitors – for the same woman. Soon as I opened the door I saw the quick motion. The separation – the untangling of limbs, the separation of lips. I stood there emotionless for all of two seconds. Then I managed a smile and gave my best friend her milk and proceeded to listen to the sound of my shattering heart, as I lay flat on my bed.
~Dead of night, finals week of last semester of last year in college~
"Dude, I've always wanted to ask you something but I've never had the courage to," asked Sakura. I took a gulp of my beer and nodded for her to go on and ask. She looked down at the floor. "You know I'm gay right?" she asked. I scoffed and chuckled a bit. "Do I?" I asked in a mocking tone. She bumped shoulders with me and laughed. "Yeah I guess it's pretty obvious." "Pretty obvious? My ego feels a bit diminished every time I see you bring in your new girlfriend while I'm stuck doing some accounting," I said, trying to make myself laugh. This is honestly the most awkward topic for me.
"Well, I mean, you haven't said anything about me being you know…gay. I'm kinda wondering if it's alright with you," she said. "After two years you decide to ask me that?" I said laughing. "It's an honest question! I mean Tomoyo and Eriol and everyone else were kind of awkward with it at first and they told me about it so why didn't you?" She said making that cute semi-angry face of hers. I put down my can of beer and opened another thick book. "Well I figured nothing I could say would change your mind. Plus, who am I to tell you who to or not to love?" I said. That was true. Except when I told her that it made me seem like some righteous man when in fact when I thought that I felt like the saddest, most desperate man alive.
"Aaaawwww, thanks Syao. You are the best." Then she hugged me.
**End of Flashback**
**Normal POV**
Syaoran shook out the unhappy memory and focused on his feelings right now. He tried to treat the past as a stepping-stone instead of some lonely memory. He washere, with her, right now. The present greatly overshadowed the past. He was with the girl he's been pining for since junior high. "Oh hey, can you feel it?" she asked. I looked at her quizzically. "The baby's kicking," she whispered into my ear. I smiled and put my ear to her stomach. Indeed it was. I smiled and kissed her.
"In other news! The women of Tokyo's high-society just got a big shock this month! What with Syaoran Li – the most eligible bachelor in the country – married long time friend, Sakura Kinomoto two weeks ago," said a reporter on the news network. "Well I'll say. I think I have some newfound respect for Mr. Li. A man who just turned twenty-three, CEO of the Li Group getting married? Talk about ball and chain! Getting married to a woman he knocked up no less," said the reporter. The reporters proceeded to a little more witty banter about that issue and moved on. Sakura was looking at her shoes now.
Syaoran put an arm around her and kissed her cheek. "They don't know much. Forget about them," he whispered and smiled at her. She smiled back and hugged him.
They were sitting in comfortable silence while holding hands. They were headed to a hotel - one of the more high-end hotels in Tokyo – since they were attending a fundraiser Tomoyo was hosting. Syaoran was a guest speaker and Tomoyo was too excited to see her seven and a half month pregnant friend.
The limo suddenly stopped with a bit of a skid. "Ken-san? What's wrong?" asked Syaoran. "It seems we have a flat tire sir. A bit odd, I just checked the tires this morning," said the elderly driver. There was a knock on Syaoran's window. It was a man with a beanie on his head with holes cut out for his eyes and mouth. Syaoran immediately pulled Sakura close in an attempt to protect her. He did not open the door. The man seemed very annoyed and knocked again. Syaoran did not open the door.
Sakura screamed. Another man had smashed the driver's side window and Ken-san was knocked out, probably with blood dripping down his forehead. Syaoran could feel Sakura shaking. He squeezed her hand. "I love you," he said. "I love you too," she answered burying her face in his arm and squeezing his hand tighter. While this was happening Syaoran was discreetly texting Eriol. "CALL POLICE. WE AT AMATSU ST. KIDNAPPERS TRYING TO KILL US. PLT NO. 28-56 BLACK LIMO. IM SERIOUS." He hit send and hoped to God the cellphone signal was great around these parts.
The man outside lost his patience and proceeded to smashing their window. Sakura screamed. Syaoran felt a warm tear on his hand. "What do you want?" asked Syaoran. "What do I want? That's easy enough, can't you tell by the situation?" asked the masked man. "Well, whatever it is I'm sure we can handle this properly," said Syaoran. He was trying to be steadfast. Truthfully he was screaming like a little girl inside his head, but he needed to protect Sakura. He'd always been the weak shy boy in school and in college. Always hidden behind thick-framed glasses and a book. Right now though, he was wearing contacts and he had a wife to protect so he can't afford to shrink back down to what he was before.
"Oh trust me, they've tried to handle it properly before," said the man, making quotation marks in the air with his fingers when he said the word properly. That's when Syaoran saw the knife. Instead of shrinking in fear he looked at the man more fiercely. "Well then, I guess you can't have what you want all the time," he answered the masked man. The man laughed, "Well you see, the people who hired me…they don't like not getting what they want." "Yeah," said another voice. Another, thinner man came next to the masked man. He was the one who smashed in Ken-san's head. "Well there's nothing I can do about it. I'm afraid you're trying to kill the wrong person," he said. He felt Sakura pulling on his jacket's sleeve as she shook. He felt more tears on the back of his hand.
"I'm afraid I can't accept that answer," said the masked man. "Yeah, so shut up and come with us!" said the thinner masked man. They were both pulled out of the back seat and on to the street. "Hey, little miss, I'm sure we can still use you even if you are just some bitch he knocked up," said the thinner man to Sakura as he held her by the wrist. "Don't…talk to her that way!" shouted Syaoran. The last thing he remembered was breaking his hand free from the first masked man's grip and taking a swing at the thinner man. A fight on the street, two against one with the odds against him. His wife was crying as she was pushed to the floor. He was hit hard with a bat to his side and he fell to the ground. "SYAO!" she screamed. She was hit too. Then there were sirens and scuffling of shoes on asphalt. It was first all a blur.
Then everything was black.
A/N: I hoped you liked the prologue! I really do appreciate reviews so I'd know where this story is headed. Please please please leave a review. :D Put this story on your alert list and you'll be updated as I will post the next chapter very soon.
~purplenopink