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Property of AmyLeah
A Little Too Late
Chapter 3
A/N: So I've decided to just make it a five chapter story; or more. . So I hope you people enjoy it. Some of you asked me the whereabouts of Syaoran and Tomoyo. Yes they are indeed having their honeymoon. And since you reminded me so nicely of them, I'll let them make a very small appearance.
Oh, I almost forgot. This is indeed a Sakura and Syaoran pairing. But I decided to give it a little twist. So enjoy!
As he sat on his chair, Eriol began to recall back to the night he had his guard down. He remembered how they had felt slightly agitated and embarrassed; for most part, he did.
He had been taken aback by her actions. A small mewing sound interrupted his train of thoughts, "Spinel, come here." The black kitten just stared at him with those green eyes.
Eriol quirked a brow and stared back. "What?" he grunted before diverting his gaze to the burning flames in front of him. The flickering tails and dancing fingers of the fire began to hypnotize him, lulling him to sleep.
When he woke up, Eriol found himself with a white blanket draped over his body. He could smell coffee beans and freshly baked pastries; they can only mean one thing.
"Good morning, brother dearest! How are you this weekend?" said a cheerful voice. Nakuru arms were wrapped around his shoulders, engulfing him a grizzy bear hug.
"Nakuru, how'd you get in here?" he glowered, untangling himself from Nakuru's embrace. He stood up from the chair and ran his hands through his raven hair. "I thought you were in London with Nana."
Nakuru placed her hands on her hips. She shook her head at her little brother. He was avoiding her. "Don't even try to change the subject, Eriol! So, I heard you got yourself a girl-"
At that point Eriol refused to listen to her unstoppable babbles. He passed by her and walked up the white marble stairs. "See you later, Nakuru!"
Nakuru watched his retreating figure disappear into his bedroom. She wore a smile on her face, "It's Sakura, isn't it? You fell for her didn't you." Her whispering was not left unnoticed by him.
He closed his eyes and sagged against the door. He let out a breathy sigh. "It is, what am I to do? I love her, but she's still-bullshit!" he cussed.
It has been forever and yet she was still waiting for Li Syaoran. He wanted to shake her and yell,
"He's not coming back for you. He doesn't love you Sakura! He's married. To Tomoyo no less. Your own cousin betrayed you! Why are you so persistent? Please just once, for once. Please look at me!"
But he couldn't. She needs time. She needs more time. He can't just barge and expect her to reserve a place for him in her heart. He couldn't just force. He just couldn't.
Later that day, Eriol walked aimlessly around the park. His aquamarine eyed hooded.
"…and he is left to fend for himself. With nothing but regret buried deep in his pockets." Eriol whispered. It was a poem he wrote. He didn't remember what about, but he did remember it made him more and more frustrated each time he recites it.
"Eriol, is that you?" Eriol glanced to his side and saw Mr. Terada.
"Mr. Terada, it has been a while," he said smiling. The man was dressed in a tracked suit, much like how he had looked like in elementary. "I see you still love to run, sir," he joked.
Mr. Terada smiled and laughed. His laughter was something Eriol had needed; release. "Yes, teaching gym for years can do that to you. So, tell me Eriol, what seems to be the problem?"
Eriol's smile disappeared from his face. He gave his raven hair a quick ruffle and sighed. "Nothing, I just-"
"Now don't you give me that Hiiragizawa! You may be bright, but not bright enough to fool me-yet!" Mr. Terada's eyes narrowed into slits as he eyed the raven haired lad. "So I'm asking you, what seems to be troubling you?"
Eriol sighed and closed his eyes. "Alright, but sir, can we discuss this manner somewhere more private place?" His hand scratching the back of his neck.
Mr. Terada gave him an assuring smile. "But of course!"
Sakura paced back and forth and about in her apartment, thinking of the night before. She couldn't believe she had sex with him. It was of course unexpected, but Sakura felt something. And she was scared. She likes him, yes. But does he feel the same.
Sakura stopped in tracks as she saw a tiny red blink on her phone. A message? She sat on her couch and laid the phone on the coffee table, and listened.
"Hye, this is Sakura. I'm not here right now. So please leave a message after the beep."
"Hey Sakura! This is Tomoyo. Syaoran and I are coming back to Tomoeda this Saturday and we were wondering, would you like to come over for dinner? Please call me back soon, okay?"
came Tomoyo chirpy voice.
Sakura hugged her knees and took a deep breath. She'll be alright, Eriol will be there. He'll support her. Won't he?
Another beep sounded.
"Sakura! Guess what Syaoran's sisters' are such nuisance. I can't believe they criticise my tea-making. I hate how they are-"
Sakura tuned out of Tomoyo whines. No doubt the latter message was when Tomoyo was alone. Sakura shook her head and pressed 'delete'. She was done with all the drama.
There was no need to sulk anymore. Besides she has Eriol now. Sakura smiled at the thought. Eriol, what would I do without you? she sighed. She could feel heat creeping on to her face.
Eriol let his fingers caress the ivory keys as the tunes filled the room. The music was fast and almost heartbreaking. What was he going to say to her? His mind was filled with nothing but of Sakura.
Her hair, her eyes, her voice- he was obsessed. Even he knew he wasn't that obsessed with Tomoyo before.
Eriol let the final key echoed around the room, leaving him a small reminder.
"He's in here. Though I say Sakura, it has been long since we've last seen each other." Nakuru's voice was loud and high-pitched almost as if she was doing it deliberately.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here to welcome you back. Eriol didn't tell me you were visiting." And there it was.
The soft bells from heaven reached his ears. She was here. Even from the sound of her voice, his heart leaped in joy.
"Yes, my brother can't be depended on. To be honest, I think he's embarrassed of me!" Nakuru complained.
Eriol glared at the double doors, imagining he has laser vision to burn Nakuru to the ground. He ruffled his hair, cursing Nakuru under his breath.
Eriol once again set his fingers on the ivory keys. Letting himself drown in the sea of music.
The doors creaked open and small foot steps provided a background for his music. Eriol felt arms circling his shoulders. "Hey," was her soft greeting.
"Hey," he replied back, a crooked smile crept on his lips. He stopped playing and his fingers caressed her arms instead, kissing her wrist.
"What are you doing here?" He asked gesturing her to sit next to him. At that moment he took in her appearance. Sakura wore a white top and dark skinny jeans that hugged her curves.
Sakura shrugged and leaned on his shoulder "What were you playing?" she asked keying a note. Eriol drew her closer to him and kissed her head.
"Nothing. I was just thinking."
"Well it must be something perturbing. You were frowning.," she pointed out. Eriol smiled.
"Probably. Sakura is there something you want to tell me? He asked running his lean fingers through her hair.
"Yes," she whispered. "Tomoyo called… twice. She invited me for dinner this Saturday. And I was wondering-"
"Whether I'd like to go? Of course, I'd be happy to be your date." He said. Sakura was startled. Her eyes sparkled at his answer.
"Really? Oh My! Thank you so much, Eriol!" she smiled, kissing him on the lips. Now that left Eriol frozen in his seat. It took a while for him to respond.
Eriol let his guard down and just kissed her. Their arms were tightly wrapped around each other; surrounded by warmth on a cold February night.
A/N: I know this is a short update, but not to worry. The next chapter will be far longer than this one. Though, it might take me months to finally post it. I'll be having my O Level exam this year, so please. Do wish me luck. I'm dying of panic here.
So anyways, please send me your thoughts by reviewing. Tell me what you think of the story so far.
