Irreplaceable to the heart
By FreyA-wings
Chapter 3: The Kiss
Author's Note:
CCS nor some of the plot are mine…. Let me make that clear… TT
The ratings or reviews weren't exactly what I hoped. So that is why I'm adding my third chapter so that people would at least be interested in it. Good luck to me…
LilCrazyBrat: Yes it is… and that's why I added the alert in the author's note.
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(Last chapter :)
At this name Sakura's eyes shot out. She reread the article again. My. My, my, so he's moving quicker than I thought that bastard. Sakura quickly got out of bed and washed her face. She sat down on the balcony and crossed her legs while sipping her hot coffee. She spreads open the page and reread as much as she can about the article. So it's about a bid for Takaeshi's personal belongings. Why is he doing this, she wondered out loud. Certainly, there must be something she had done the day before. Now he's putting his personal belongings to the public eye. Wow, so this has gotten more interesting.
Syaoran Li, you just opposed the wrong enemy. Sakura chuckled and sipped more of her hot coffee and smelt the morning breeze.
(Monday morning: Li residences)
'Young man! Are you sure you want to do this?' a man in a black formal suit appeared behind the large teak door without knocking. 'It was your father's possession and now you're making a bid out of it?' His face looked anxious.
The young man did not respond. He had accumulated his plan last night and immediately began to react. 'Why are you so sensitive about this, Alfredo? This does not concern you,' was his reply as he began to dress up with his new Armani suit.
'I may not be part of this family young master, but they have left me with the responsibility to take care of you and this household.' Alfredo declared with an angry voice, yet he lowered his tone as not to yell. The young master was silent and kept tying his luxurious tie. Alfredo sighed in defeat. Then he spoke with a much forced gentle tone, 'I am sorry young master. I am responsible for this but I do wish for you to think twice about your decision and take precaution. Is all of this because of that girl?'
This made the young master turned his head and glared at Alfredo. Alfredo sensed the fire emitted from his eyes and shivered but convinced to kept on going, 'your father's prized possession being handled in public just for the meeting of this one woman is preposterous. You need to consider how your father would feel.'
'My father is dead!' the young man yelled at his butler, 'please do not speak of him like you know him. He gave me his throne, and I can do whatever I want with it.' Alfredo glanced down to the floor. He gave up, it was no use. The trouble he had to go through as a child was unbearable, and Alfredo could see all the hardship he went through all these years. Poor child, he thought, if there was anything he really needed was just someone who cares and love him. Yet he had never seen him behave this way. This young woman may have captivated him more than he had intended. Maybe this is a good thing, yes; maybe this is a good thing to do. Alfredo bowed and cleared himself from the room. The young man stood in front of the huge mirror and sighed deeply, pressed his forehead against the glass and closed his eyes…
(Monday afternoon: the grand ballroom, four seasons hotel)
The grand entrance was tight with famous people as they sipped cocktails, Moet and Chadon champagne and a bottle of the most expensive Tokay pinot Gris. The party was elegant, of course presented by the famous Li family. Syaoran Li was in the middle of it, tagging along a pretty brunette. Everyone around were astonished to see how beautiful they both looked. Syaoran however, was not very pleased. He kept glancing around the room in suspicion that that someone he was waiting for is here, right at this spot and at this very hour.
'Syaoran,' the brunette called him from his trance, 'where are you looking? I know it is such a short notice but you have to at least do something.' Syaoran turned to look at her. 'Sorry Mei Lin. I guess I did not get enough sleep last night.' Yes, thinking about her. Mei Lin sighed and said, 'I'm going to talk to Camelot. He's been having plenty of trouble. So stay here and don't get in trouble.' Syaoran just stared at Mei Lin's back as she parted the crowd, like water being separated by God just so she could step through without bumping anyone.
After all this time… I don't even know her name.
'Oh Mister Li,' a man in plaid suit jacket appeared before him and shook his hands. 'General, it is a pleasure to see you again,' Syaoran bowed gracefully. The general laughed, 'oh the Li family, always surprising me with your well manners. Oh, have you met my daughter?' The general took a hold of a girl's arms the girl winced in pain, 'this is Grace, Monsieur. She just turned 18 this week.' The young girl looked at him and blushed deep red. Syaoran knew his manners and had to keep his posture. 'Well happy birthday. I am grateful that you could make it to this party in such short notice. Would the beautiful lady like to drink?' Syaoran said with his daily skillfully tone. Grace blushed deeper and nodded when the general poked her in the ribs. Syaoran took a wine glass from the waiter and offered it to her. His poise was far too enchanting for grace, and she just stared at him without blinking her eyes.
Syaoran knew what to do at this kind of situation as he had done this many times no matter if he liked them or not. He glanced at his watch, 'I apologize general but I need to get to the ballroom, the bidding will start soon enough. Please go in and have a seat.' Syaoran smiled at both of them and he swore Grace was shivering together with her red tomato face. Syaoran just wanted to laugh. But he stayed put and skimmed through the crowd. Where is she? The crowd is getting thicker and he was forced to talk to people along the way. What a job this is.
It wasn't until a few hello and goodbye did he turn around suddenly and made a girl shriek. Syaoran stood flabbergasted and stared at a young woman, dressed in an elegant white gown. Her hair was bundled with flowers, long enough to reach the floor. More than that, he felt something react within him when he saw her gorgeous face. But soon he'd come to notice that she just spilled red wine all over his Armani suit. The young woman woke up from her trance, blushed and apologized,' I'm very sorry. I didn't know where I was looking. This isn't supposed to happen. I really do apologize.' Then she started to wipe his suit with her white handkerchief.
'Please Madame,' he pleaded, 'if there is one who should be sorry it should be me.' The young woman kept apologizing and wiping his front shirt. 'I'm sorry, oh… what should I do? I… I… there must be…' her voice trailed off as Syaoran took her hands gently and chuckled slightly.
'Please Madame, I'm begging you. The people are looking at us and it would be best if we find a quieter place.' Syaoran whispered and tugged her small hands, leading her to the balcony.
As soon as they were out in the open, Syaoran breathed a sigh of relief. It felt like a prison in there. 'It is alright Madame; I think that I must apologize.'
The young woman did not say anything but bit her lip. Syaoran frowned; there is something familiar about this woman. 'I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name.' The young woman looked up with her richly fine looking chocolate eyes. Her flushed face glowed, reflecting the luminosity of the moon. 'I don't think I've seen you before.'
The young woman smiled beautifully and whispered the name 'Sakura,' just before the announcer spoke to the microphone to usher the guest to come into the ballroom.
'Syaoran,' a sweet voice called him and he turned to see Mei Lin standing behind 'Sakura.' 'Where have you been? They're not going to start without you.' Then Mei Lin noticed the young woman but did not even bother to talk. She came towards Syaoran and tugged at his arms leading him away from 'Sakura.' He mouthed the words 'sorry' before being engulfed by the crowd.
(Behind the curtain, The Grand Ballroom Four Seasons Hotel)
Sakura breathed in and out, in and out. The corset she was wearing was killing her. And it made it even harder to breathe when she faced Syaoran Li back at the balcony. What were the possibilities? To think he knew that the glimmering lady who spilled red wine on the famous bachelor was Sakura, she smirked. Today she had Andre order a specifically long haired wig that would emphasize her breast. Sakura chuckled. I knew his name but he yet to know mine.
'Ladies and gentlemen,' the announcer spoke on the microphone, 'please welcome Li Syaoran.' The crowd went wild as Syaoran went up the stage. He had changed his outfit and looked handsome as ever with his fine black suit, white satin gloves and shiny shoes. 'Thank you ladies and gentlemen for coming at this event on such short notice. Today, as you all know, is the event that fans out there must be dying to be at: the bidding of the Takaeshi Fujitaka's possession. Here today I have collected a few possessions belonging to late Fujitaka-sama, starting from his old personal books to his favorite installation. Not only that, but we also have his most special prized possession which he had offered it to my late father before I was born.' He stopped short as he noticed the wondrous look from the audience. 'It is a painting…' the crowed murmured and Sakura could see the delight in the crowd's eyes. '… It is a painting which inspired him to become a legendary artist as of today.'
Sakura quickly relaxed her chest; she felt the anticipation building up as Syaoran described the painting. 'It must be beautiful,' she thought to herself, 'I have to have it.' So Sakura quickly gathered her wits and quietly walked behind the curtain, she needed to get backstage. Usually, the most important belonging to bid was the last. So it must be kept somewhere at the back.
As usual, she walked past the security, claiming that she was Syaoran's cousin. Backstage people were hustling here and there, busy with their own activities. Well, I'll be busy too, Sakura thought. She glanced around the area and found a place which drew her. It looked like a small room, held by a thick wooden door and no one was guarding it. She wondered how big the painting was and how she can steal it. And for some reason, she was confident that painting is in that room.
So innocently, she walked past the busy people and trying not to get noticed, drew herself in the room and locked it.
It wasn't a fancy room but storage nonetheless. It was packed with ornaments bundled in wrappings and numbered. Now Sakura was confused. Which one is the painting? Not wasting any time, she began to search through the ornaments. Big and small, as long as it looked flat and square, she searched high and low. They were numbered but there were no sign or any titles to suggest which one is what. That bastard probably assumed I was coming here and planned everything up. Maybe there was no painting.
Just as she thought about that, she halted in front of a pretty small package. It didn't have a number. Instead, there was a golden sticker written Li on it. Sakura got excited and took the package from the floor. It wasn't heavy but it was nearly the length of her waist. As she weighed the package in her hands, Sakura felt something extraordinary swirling in her chest. It was an odd feeling, as if she knew this painting was for her. Without a second thought she tore open the package.
When she finished tearing the white paper apart, Sakura gasped and stared. The odd feeling building up inside her wanted to plummet out and smash into pieces. Her chest hurts. She put one hand to her mouth and could feel tears were about to spring from her eyes.
'It's beautiful isn't it?' a voice said behind her and Sakura turned around to see Syaoran in that black expensive suit, locking the door. Syaoran was about to say more but saw the expression on Sakura's face and was even more bewildered when a tear started to trickle down her blossoming cheeks. Sakura didn't look all too surprised to see him, but he was more surprised to see her crying.
'How did you get this?' Sakura whispered as more tears trickled down her lovely face. Syaoran couldn't stand it when a woman cries.
Syaoran stepped forward slowly and said in a low tone, 'it was my father's.' Syaoran finally knelt down in front of her. Sakura stared at his dark brown eyes. Those powerful eyes that send electricity down her spine, now stared at her gently. Syaoran reached a hand to her cheeks and wiped a tear from her face. Sakura blushed deep red.
Syaoran frowned in confusion at the sight of her. He wanted to hug her, embrace her in his arms, securing her from whatever it is she's crying for. 'Then your father…' Sakura whispered in hush tone, 'must know my mother.'
At this Syaoran stopped to a halt, eyes widened and gaped. 'That's not possible,' he whispered.
Sakura looked back at the painting. Sure enough it was her mother. She knew that face. It was those lovely brown eyes and long curly hair that she missed so badly. The small smile she had when she sees Sakura. Sakura remembered how happy she was when her mother embraced her in her arms. She was the pole to her life… and now she's gone.
'Nadeshiko,' Sakura said again, 'that was her name.' Syaoran couldn't say a word. This was way too unpredictable. 'She disappeared from my life,' Sakura said again, her voice breaking and more tears surfaced from her dear eyes.
Before both could think, Sakura threw herself in his arms. He felt so warm and secure, so she spilled her tears on to his clean suit. Syaoran was speechless, but nevertheless, he held her in his arms, circling his arms around her back. He touched his lips against an exposed part of her shoulder. Sakura's crying calmed down. He breathed in her scent. 'This is all too familiar,' Syaoran thought with much confusion.
He kissed her shoulder slowly, feeling her soft skin against his lips. There was something thundering inside his heart. It wanted to flee and be free. Syaoran hugged her tighter, releasing some part of his heart to her. Sakura could feel it. The innocent desire inside of her is building up. Syaoran kissed her exposed shoulder, her soft skin felt too pleasant. His will snapped, he higher his kisses, from her shoulder to her neck. Sakura's breathing became heavy as his kisses went up higher, from her neck to her ears.
Sakura gasped as he kissed and suckled slowly on her ears. She was much too beautiful and he felt a fire inside intensify his desire. His kisses trailed from her ears to her cheeks. Sakura shivered and grasped tighter to his suit. Syaoran took off his right glove with quick movements and touched her soft and warm cheeks. Sakura's tears had dried, but when he touched her cheek it felt like a burning fire.
Soon, his lips were inching closer to hers. Both hearts were beating faster. Both faces were flushed. Both desired to touch. Now Sakura could feel his hot breath against her parting lips. Syaoran inched closer and both lips found each other. Sakura felt air being sucked from her lungs as he slowly kissed her mouth passionately. Sakura grasped tighter onto his suit, flinging her desire and needed to feel more. Syaoran instinctively parted her lips with his own… slowly… much too slow.
Sakura could feel her heart pounding her chest as Syaoran stuck his tongue into her mouth. It all felt too delicious. Both Syaoran and Sakura were tasting each other with heat and passion, as if there was no tomorrow. Sakura drew her arms to his neck and forced him into her even more. Syaoran groaned in pleasure as he tasted her mouth with intensifying lips. There were no words to describe it. Syaoran wanted to taste more of her. He parted from her lips and suckled on her lips, then to her chin, then her ears. He nipped at her ears and Sakura moaned. He wanted to hear more. So he trailed kisses down her neck and Sakura moaned even harder. His desire was nearing the edge. Syaoran kissed her shoulder blades and didn't think twice but to touch just above her cleavage with his lips. She felt so warm, and so delicious it enticed him. Sakura was gasping for air and moaned in satisfaction.
Before Syaoran could go further Sakura's will snapped and whispered 'no.' Syaoran didn't listen, he wanted to tore that pretty white dress and taste her. Sakura repeated 'No, don't do this,' in louder tone. She pushed his chest with her shivering arms and breathed heavily as if they had run for a mile. Her chest was weaving up and down; the thundering beat of her heart didn't help her breathing.
'We shouldn't,' Sakura whispered her face red. Syaoran couldn't think properly. What have I done, Syaoran gaped in horror. This was not what he had planned.
'Get out,' Syaoran said in his heavy tone. Sakura didn't react. 'I said get out! You're not supposed to be here.' Sakura flinched at his words. So she did as he told her, she withdrew, bringing herself off the ground. Her knees felt weak so she held on to the shelf as she regained her balance.
Before she touched the door handle, Sakura felt Syaoran's hand on her back. She turned around and saw the painting in his hands. 'Take this,' he said. Sakura felt wrong and guilty to take it. 'Take it!' Syaoran nearly shouted and Sakura winced but took the painting from his hands and ran out the door, disappearing from him. Tears were protruding from her eyes and it burned her. She felt a wave of guilt cast over her. That wasn't supposed to happen. It was far too unpredictable…
Yes, so far so good. Is this too long for you? just as a vote... and what do you suggest, a lemon or keep it clean? LOL :)
So this is the chapter where I finally breathe. I'm going to wait for your reviews. Let it be 30 reviews and I will definitely post another chapter up. Cheers!
