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Saturday was slower than Friday since I couldn't go anywhere with friends-not that they would invite me anywhere, so my parents forced me to go to the nursing home to help the seniors citizens. I play the piano for them on weekends. Then piles of homework needed to be climbed to go anywhere after that and when I was at the summit I decided to stay in my room and simply sleep into Sunday. When I awoke my weekend was ending and all I had to show for it was my fill of responsibilities; no friends and same old same old. I knew the weekend was over when we ate dinner early-we ate it with my grandparents like always except Touya wasn't there so everyone's eyes were on me.

"So, Sakura how is school going?" My grandpa asked in good nature.

"It's going well and I'm doing good in my music classes." I answered waiting for the next question about my future.

"Have you decided on any colleges you want to go to?" My grandma asked while she smiled at me gently, I was lost for words; I had no idea about where I wanted to go to for college.

" Ummm well I'm thinking of places." There was along pause between us, my grandpa looked expectedly at my father and I continued to look at my food acting as if I didn't feel the awkwardness.

"She is going to Yale or Oxford. I believe Sakura should go abroad like Touya." My father clarified my answer. My grandpa looked happy to hear the news.

"It's nice to have grandchildren who want to aim for the best. This is what I excepted out of Amamiya blood." He chuckled loudly and hit my father on his back. "And Kinomoto blood too you're father was a very smart man." My father looked happy to have his father-in-law approval. Here we go again excepting. I don't even know what I want to do in my life. Let alone really go to college. When we were done eating I waited to here my grandma's request like every Sunday.

"Sakura could you play us a tune on the piano please?" My grandma asked. I love my grandma; she always loved to see me play. She was the one who taught me my first song-Mary had a little Lamb-and I've been playing ever since. I looked at my mom and dad they grinned proudly at me; my grandma's smile made the playing worth it. When I finished my mother looked at the clock and grasped.

"Remember the town meeting is tonight, Sakura we need you to go." My mom announced. I knew the reason why and waited for my mom to proudly repeat the same words. "Because we want a politically responsible family." She chuckled at her own joke.


"And we would like to recognize our head cherry blossom festival organizer Nadeshiko Kinomoto." The mayor announced and my mother stood, father looking proud to see her beam widely as the crowd clapped for her. I sat through the whole meeting patiently waiting for my purpose to be revealed. Then the door opened and I looked towards the door and see…Syaoran? He walked in wearing his olive leather jacket and a black shirt. He stayed in the back sitting quietly. I wonder what he was trying to do I had a feeling he wasn't politically responsible. The meeting however ended soon afterwards.

"Sakura, your father and I have to attend the festival meeting. How about you go out?" I couldn't help but feel pissed as they dragged me to the town hall for nothing. Where the hell am I supposed to go? I quietly stomped out (quietly) the front-I wanted them to know I was angry but not too openly. I walked, heading to the ice creams shop until I heard the guy that has been swirling through my head.

"Kura" I turn around to see Syaoran. Removing the cigarette from his mouth and stomps on it. " What are you doing here?" I looked at him odd that's been my question for the past days. I look around nervously he waits patiently for an answer.

"Oh you know being politically responsible." I chuckled at the end of my answer but it continued to feel awkward passing my lips-his neutral face didn't help me feel more confident. "So Syaoran what are you doing here?" I asked trying to keep the conversation from me-listening was safer than talking.

He smirked while he looked down at me and answered. "Just being 'politically responsible." The air quote affirmed his mocking of me. There was an awkward pause. "Wanna walk?" I looked at him when he asked 'finally my chance to actually be with Syaoran.'

"Yes," I answered with no questions.

The silence as we walked made it evident that we didn't know where to start. I had to walk the fine line of being rude and polite. Having weekends filled with no friend made it hard not to talk about schoolwork and classmates so I was left with the oblivious.

"Why did you leave Syaoran?" I asked weakly almost a whisper I didn't want him hear me being so rude. He started to walk ahead of me and his silence I concluded I offended him. "Well never mind you don't have to answ-"

"The reason I left because when I entered a room I knew all the people but still felt lonely." He interrupted the long pause between us made me antsy I still had more questions and little answers.

"Well why did you do what you did?" He stopped walking.

"Sakura I did that because it was too easy and it seemed fun." He explained-we both knew that wasn't the real reason.

"So why did you leave again?" I asked curious to know the real answer.

" Well, like I said I felt like I knew no one. My dad had a new family and I felt distant from everyone; even you." Syaoran paused. I didn't know that Syaoran felt that way. It made sense I was nine and still thought that everything was perfect because it revolved around me: Syaoran thought that way longer than me-he's the only boy in family thus the apple of their eye- then it stopped. His mother admitted to having an affair and was leaving with him. He had no choice but to stay with his mother since that's who got custody.

"Let's talk about something else." Syaoran's command made us steer clear of this topic and his smile affirmed it.

"Okay" I wanted this sad mood to lift as much as he did.

"What's up with that Ryu kid-your dad loves him?" I looked away embarrassed I didn't want to explain that situation.

"He's my dad friend's son-and my future something." I explained meekly. I felt my cheeks heat my family get anymore old fashioned. He chuckled

" As in your 'promised' husband." His damn air quotes made me get red to the point it was visible.

"No" I explained or at least tried? "He's like my parent's ideal."

"Why do you follow that bullshit?" The long pause between us made me nervous again I knew he found something wrong in my answer

"Well…" I hate this question.

"Kaujji!" I turn to see my brother with Yukito. He looked confused to see me with Syaoran and I looked confused to see him out with Yukito. They never hung out in high school. Yeah, they may have worked on some projects then but that was seven years ago when Yukito was the sweet flower boy. People made jokes about him because he's gay and Touya would join in with them.

"What are you doing here with the gaki?" I remained quiet. His stern voice meant he was in father mode and nothing I tried to explain would matter.

"Nothing to worry about. We're just talking." Touya eyed us while Yukito remained smiling. That's the reason I had a crush on Yukito; he was nice and always smiling. I remember I would get excited to see grey hair and brown eye boy with glasses walking to school. I would wake up early just to talk with him since we're headed in the same direction. I still laugh at myself when I became sad to know he was gay-Syaoran helped me when I cried for days over this 'unrequited love'.

"Hello Sakura-chan, how are you?" I saw Syaoran look up quickly.

"Good Yukito-sempai. How are you?" I bowed while I spoke and giggled.

He laughed at my address while Syaoran and Touya looked at us like we're fools with our inside joke being displayed.

"Sakura-chan, Touya-san and I are heading to the bar. See ya." Yukito grabbed Touya-oni-chan with a lot of force. He seemed pissed to see me with Syaoran but continued to be pulled by Yukito.

"Sakura meet you at home." Syaoran smirked as Touyo tried to hard to say these words and leave us.

"Looks like I'm not the only bad seed here." I looked at him questioningly.

" What does that mean?" He signed exasperated.

"Come on Sakura look at yourself. You follow everything they want you to do; you even dress like they want. You let them take as much as they want from you and for what?"

"I'm re-spon-sible." I stressed. He gave me the 'I know you're fuckin' lying' look. That sent me over the edge. "You know nothing about me or my family. I do everything that I do to make my family proud of me. You're just some punk who stole and rebelled because of his 'daddy'." I stressed than the words continued to fall out my mouth. "They were always right about you and you proved it when you left; abandoning everything and returning out of the blue without considering the consequences." I said curtly Syaoran remained quiet. I was definitely too honest. I felt tear itching to come out when a hard pressure wrapped around my wrist and forced to look into Syaoran's eyes. His mouth was tight and his eyes focused on mine with great intent. More tears busted out of my eyes.

"I did what I did because I could. It felt good too; I had a taste of something it felt good to be a 'punk'. I'm glad I became trash and proved them right." He pointed directly to his chest. His voice got louder and louder as he talked "And you don't know a damn thing about my fuckin family so shut the fuck up. All the shit you know are from those women who help with those shit ass festivals. I don't want to hear anymore question about this." He made it known it was final. He let me go and quickly walked ahead not even looking back at me. The silence made me focus on my guilt I tried several times to talk until it finally came out.

"I really…I missed you too." I said as I tried to find more words to say. "I was losing my best friend. You become silent and never played with me. I felt like I let you down because I couldn't do anything." I paused for some time. "It wasn't like I completely fine after you left and you let me down. The first time you ever did." I felt even more tears fall down my face. I had finally admitted it to him. He crushed me into another hug but it didn't help the pain lessen or my guilt. "I'm sorry." I repeated softly as he rocked me. I felt bad about the things I asked before.

"Kura I'm sorry too." His voice softly hit my ears. I looked up face him and his amber eyes stared into mine. His eyes softened waiting eagerly to see if I accepted or didn't.

"Syaoran-kun," I felt my body move closer and my eyes stare into his lips just noticing the little hoop priced in the left of it. "Syao-ran-kun..."

RING; RING; RING

"We should head back." I look awkwardly away even he continued to stare straight at me. As we walked I was grateful for the silence I used this time to rethink the action I was about to pull.


"Sakura where have you been?" My mom complained and my dad looked both frustrated and embarrassed by my tardiness.

"Oh talking to Syaoran. Can we give him a ride?" I asked my mom-she ended up looking nervously at my father. When things remained quiet. I knew the answer but waited for the delivery. Our stand off was interrupted by Makamoto-san approaching us. Her smile showed that she was completely unaware of the situation.

I greeted her with a bow and faced her. "Good evening Makamoto-san, how are you? Where's Ryu-san?" My parent always made me ask where he was it showed signs that I appreciated his presence-even though I am pretty sure everyone was aware of the truth.

"I'm very well. Oh and Ryu is sick and trying to get better." She replied politely but I felt her attention on the brown haired fellow behind me; her face held a smile. "He has been asking about you Sakura-san. He's been really excited to call you but never gets through. Touya seems to always answer the phone." My parents and her shared a chuckled at the power struggle between Ryu-san and my brother. Syaoran rolled his eyes making sure we all saw. Her attention seemed to now acutely fall on Syaoran after that as she added. "He maybe asking you on a date soon." The cheerful pep in her voice showed she was eager. I could feel my parents' grins and I tried to maintain the same face.

"Oh okay."I awkwardness flowed out of my voice. I turned to Syaoran when I felt him tap my shoulder.

"Kura, It's okay I can walk, plus my uncle's place is only ways away. Well see you Kura." He gave me a hug and whispered something in my ear. When he went away I continued to stare at him until my father called my attention back. He looked disapproved at my behavior and I looked nervously at Makamoto-san's reaction. I knew I made a mistake in my numerous responsibilities.

The car ride was quiet-I knew the scolding was coming in no time. As my dad drove us home the silence seemed deafening. My mom seemed to looks anywhere but me and my father made his eyes stay on the road-I just had to wait the quiet continued to tense the air in the car. It was cut by the words of my father. "Sakura don't let Li-san talk to you so informally. Remember He is not the kid you remember. He didn't even take the job I offered." I nodded and things remained quiet as I continued to think it over. "You follow everything they say."


As I lay in my bed Syaoran's annoying comment continued to swirl in my head. All in all sleep was impossible. I grabbed my Ipod and switched through my songs. I gave up went shuffle it wasn't worth the trouble of finding a particular song. A haunting tune came through my headphones and quickly put the song repeat. As the song played my eyes wondered around my room. Even in the dark I could tell there was a lot of pink in the room. I had an obsession with the color since I was little and it has continued but I decided to add colors like light blues and yellows. I had a collection of rocks from the creek that Syaoran and I collected- I'm surprised that I continued to keep them-and many books on the shelves. I had tons of the classics and a couple of Mangas. Pictures of pianos were on the walls along with picture of my grandma on my dad's side when she was young all preserved in wooden fames. She was considered a beauty like my mother is now. I look in the mirror. I always understate my looks. I do have my mother's eyes but since my glasses constantly cover them no one really notice my 'best feature'. I have my father's auburn hair color. It gets lighter in the summer since the sun constantly hits it. I leave my hair down all the time I didn't really have time to put stuff in the mornings.

I understood the reason why boys went towards my friends and not me. It all started in eighth grade if I remember correctly. They started to wear make-up and take care of their hair with great effort and started to wear their skirts shorter and slowly entered into the parties at school. I however had no time to transform along with my friends. My parents only let me put lip balm on a daily basis. My mom continued to choose what I wore and managed the length of my school skirt. I had piano lessons; time with grandparents and senior citizens; numerous church volunteers and services to go to and I stayed closed off to my family. But I did it for the right reason. My family knows what best for me I don't know what's in life and I can avoid all the normal mistakes because my family helped me. They were helping me right.