DISCLAIMER: I don't own Card Captor Sakura. Why, you ask? If I told you, I'd have to dump slimy crawling crickets all over you head, and we don't want that…right?
THIS IS GOING TO BE A SHORT CHAPTER AND I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT, I REALLY DO
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Chapter 3
Syaoran pushed the noodles Sakura had made for him around on his plate. Sitting here, just watching her sing and twirl, was upsetting. It was just…wrong. Maybe two years ago when they still "knew" each other, but now? No, not now. Things had changed.
Sakura knocked him on the forehead twice. "I said how is the food?" she asked impatiently.
Gritting his teeth, he stood up abruptly, causing his chair to fall. He grabbed her wrist in a hard, tight grip she couldn't get out of.
"What are you--let go Syaoran!" she demanded.
"Why won't you just listen?" he whispered in a low, angered voice. She complied. "You're running away from the truth, Sakura, and you know it! So stop and just own up! You can't run away all your life!"
Sakura slapped him hard against the cheek.
In the living room, Toya snickered a little, then offered a prayer that Sakura wouldn't do him in, when that was clearly his job.
"I'm not running away! You leave for two years and let me go like this! No goodbye at all! "I hate you" would have made me happier than the silence you kept me in!"
"Silence?" he echoed.
Red-faced and close to tears, she added:
"I didn't want to remember all this pain. Why can't you be the new Syaoran instead? He doesn't hurt me. I can still breathe when I see him. My heart still has a beat."
He leaned in and brushed her lips with a feather kiss.
"Maybe you can be the living dead." he offered.
When she had control of her words, he was gone, clicking the door on his way out.
"Where's that Chinese gaki?" Toya demanded, a mallet in his hand.
Sakura sank into the chair opposite of where he just was, staring at the brown grains embedded into the table. Kero-chan floated in while Toya inspected the closets for…er…"gaki-looking mice". He poked her shoulder carefully. He was concerned, but being deathly close to the plaster-coated walls more than twice a day was not worth it.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Why is he here? I can't breathe anymore…" she trailed off.
Kero-chan left her alone, knowing that she needed to think things through. Besides, mice-hunting had taken a turn for the fun. Kero-chan's eyes glinted with a mischievous and suspicious-looking glare that Toya had already acquired.
Grabbing a mallet as well, both continued the imaginary hunt out of boredom.
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Once again, I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry! (cries) I feel as cheated as you do!
Porcelain-Carrier-67