Can You Love Me, Syaoran Li?
Chapter 4
--- Syaoran ---
You know, I wasn't on the police force for four years for nothing. I know that in order to nail a villain, you need evidence. And I'm pretty sure that whoever is opening that door is a villain. Thinking quickly, I rustle out my cell phone, click it into video mode, and silently tape…waiting for whoever it is behind the door to reveal his face.
"Hurry up, Kamiya! The girl isn't made of feathers, and I'm getting tipsy myself too, you know!"
Kamiya?! No way. There is NO WAY Takeru Nagasaki is talking to Hiroshi Kamiya…I mean, the short computer technician hasn't even been showing up at the café for weeks! He must have gave up on Sakura after the whole fiasco resulting in me leading him out the café doors for good.
But no…opening the door is indeed the short, fat, glasses wearing (I guess he's not cool enough to handle his contact lens) Hiroshi Kamiya! The mastermind behind this whole plot!
"You…you did it Nagasaki-san!" Now Kamiya is looking at Sakura like she's some fallen angel sent to give him a million wishes. "You actually managed it! And you pulled it off without that bothersome Syaoran Li getting in the way!"
HA! Think again! Smile for the camera.
"Well, of course," Takeru Nagasaki rolls his eyes impatiently, hitching Sakura higher up on his shoulders. "Now are you going to pay me or what?"
"Yes, yes, just bring her in here and I'll—"
"Oh, no, I'm not carrying her in there. I'm not going into your room at all, dude. Pay me now, and just get her off of me, for goodness sake! Can't you see she's being a nuisance when she's drunk?!"
"Pink sheeps! Take me flying toooooo…" Sakura wails, flailing her arms, making her nearly falling off Takeru's back. Again. Well, at least she's not making it easy for her kidnappers. You have to give her credit for that.
"Stop freaking move!" He screams at her, having to hoist her up higher to prevent her from falling once again.
"Don't yell at my precious Sakura-chan that way!" Kamiya huffs angrily. "Here's your stupid cheque of a hundred thousand dollars. It's all of my savings. Now give me my Sakura-chan!"
Takeru bites the cheque with his mouth and unceremoniously dumps Sakura on Kamiya. Only, you know, he can't carry her seeing how she's taller than him by like, five inches in her heels. So Kamiya has to settle with letting Sakura lean on him instead.
"Good doing business with you," Takeru grins. "What are you planning to do with her anyways? As if I even have to ask…"
"I told you, Sakura-chan rejected me five times! But my mother gave me a brilliant suggestion. See, she really wants me to get marry too. My mother says girls will want to get marry to the father of their baby, since being pregnant with me is how my mom snagged my dad. So I figure that if Sakura-chan is pregnant with my child…" Kamiya trails off. But it's obvious what he was going to say.
Those bastards! They planned this all along, way back when Takeru Nagasaki first set foot into the café, so that Hiroshi Kamiya, that no good obese fatty, can rape Sakura?!
I feel my blood boil. How dare he?! Well, he's not going to be successful. Not if I have anything to do with it.
"Well, you have fun tonight, you devil," Takeru laughs, before rounding a corner and disappearing. I wait until Hiroshi closes the door. Then I end the filming on my cell phone. This is all the evidence I need.
I really hope I don't have to pay for the broken door back at the hotel. But honestly, there was no way Hiroshi Kamiya will open the door – not even if I had fibbed and said I was room service. So I just had to knock down that door in order to get Sakura out of there.
Whatever. The police didn't mention anything when they towed Hiroshi away. They assured me they'll issue him a warrant that he can't come within 100 metres of Sakura from now on. And if you think that Takeru fellow is going to get away with it, you're so wrong. I called Dad and Takeru Nagasaki will have a nice surprise visit from my ex-coworkers on the police force tomorrow morning when he shows up to work. Oh, and he's also fired (obviously), only he won't find out until tomorrow after he gets arrested.
Flashback
Hanging up with the police, a phone call that only took less than ten seconds, I stroll boldly towards room 10061. It's a breeze for me to knock the door down, and that's exactly what I did. The door smashes against the force of my weight, and inside, I see that Hiroshi is already dress in a white bathroom. The bastard.
I quickly flick a glance around the room, catching sight of Sakura, lying on the hotel bed, out like a light. With all her clothes still on. An enormous wave of relief and happiness washes over me, even though all along I know she'll be okay as long as I'm here.
Hiroshi, on the other hand, won't be so lucky. His small piggish eyes are as wide as I've ever seen them, except they're wide in fear.
"Y-y-y-ou! What are you doing here?! I'm going to sue you! You can't barge in here! This is my room! This is a private—"
Really, as if I'm going to let him stand there and stutter about how he's going to sue my pants off when in reality, he's the one who's in deep trouble. There's only one thing to do in a situation where you're face to face with a sick, cowardly rapist.
I punch him. Hard. In the nose. There's a sickening cracking sound, and it definitely isn't from my fist. Oh, now he's crying again, holding his bloody nose. Boo hoo hoo.
I scoop up Sakura in my arms, bridal style. She's not flailing anymore, thank goodness. In the distance, I hear a loud thumping noise of footsteps, and before I know it…
"Hey Syaoran, good to see you again," the familiar voice of my police buddy said by the now-smashed-into-a-million-pieces-doorway. I look up to find the whole crew of my old police partners chuckling at me, and two of them are now handcuffing Kamiya as he continues to weep about how he'll never look handsome anymore because I've broken his nose.
"Still up to the old heroic tricks, I see." Then he notices Sakura in my arms, drunk, mumbling softly something about a sheep. "Ah...I see. Damsel in distress?"
I can tell he's trying hard not to laugh.
"The doctors will make me look handsome again, right officer?" he wails pitifully to my ex-coworker, named Bruno.
"Yeah, yeah, there's such a thing call plastic surgery." Bruno replies, cuffing Kamiya's wrists. "Hey, can someone get me some Kleenex? This guy's getting blood everywhere."
"But I don't have anymore money left for plastic surgery! I gave all my savings to that Takeru Nagasaki guy! He's the one who brought me Sakura-chan!"
"Well, you better cooperate with us so we can find him, and then you'll get your money back for your plastic surgery." Bruno rolls his eyes.
"Actually," I speak up, "I know where you can find that Takeru Nagasaki guy."
End of flashback
"Eriol! Come give me a hand!" I said. No reply. "If you don't come down, I'm going to let Sakura wear her shoes into the house, and then don't you dare come whining to me about a dirty carpet!"
Still no reply.
Oh wait. He's at Tomoyo's tonight. Right. Sighing, I put Sakura down on a nearby chair and ease her heels off her feet. I'll never hear the end of it if I let her wear shoes inside the house. Seriously, I think Eriol is way too much into housekeeping for a guy. I pick her up bridal style again, and carry her down the hall over to my room.
"Arf! Arf! Arf!" Rolo greets me enthusiastically.
"Not now, Rolo," I shush, shooing my dog out of my room. He whimpers sadly, probably because I hardly ever shoo him, but in the end, I got him out. I close the door with my feet behind me, making sure Rolo won't be able to come in later. I don't want him to be bothering Sakura. Usually he's not too nice to strangers.
I gently lay her down on my bed, making sure her head is properly rested against my pillow. Okay. Good. Now I'll just leave and—
Uh oh. Why are her hands still pry on my neck? Now how am I suppose to get free? Let go! I reach up and try to loosen her fingers around my neck. I bet I'm blushing. Her face is inches away from mines, and I can feel her breaths against my cheeks—
Oh no. She's waking up. My entire being starts to drown in panic. How the hell am I suppose to explain this to her?
Oh hi, Sakura. I just saved you from being raped by that short fat computer guy you hated so much. Why am I in such close proximity to you right now in the dark in my room on my bed? Well, uh, it's because..uh…
Okay, I don't know what to say after that. And I should really stop planning speeches in my head. Oh God. She's opening her eyes…
"Syaoran?" she mutters drunkenly.
"Um…hey, Sakura." I must be blushing at least ten different shades of red now. Thank goodness she can't see me that well in the dark.
She giggles. "Are you going to get me a sheep?"
I roll my eyes. See, this is why I don't like dealing with drunk people. "No, Sakura. No sheep for you."
"No sheep?" she pouts sadly. "But how am I going to get to sleep if you don't give me sheep to count?"
"J-j-just get to sleep, Sakura." I stutter, trying once again to pull her fingers away from my neck, but they were intertwined tightly. Now she got me stuttering. Great. What's next?
"How about a good night kiss then?"
I froze. Did she just ask me to kiss her?! I blush even harder, if that's humanly possible, at the thought of kissing her.
"Sak—"
Before I can even finish my sentence, she pulls me down, and kisses me. On the lips. And not just a simple peck either. It's deep. And of the French variety.
…
Well, what are YOU going to do if you're in MY position?! There's a limit to my willpower too! Besides, it's not like I'm kissing her back or anything…
…OKAY! I am kissing her back. HAPPY?! I admit it! And you know what else I'm about to admit? I like kissing her. The feeling is indescribable, but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing.
I can feel my hormones take over. Shit. Not good. Need. To. Pull. Away. NOW!
I detangle her fingers from around my neck, and instantly, they flop to her sides, and she fell back into a drunken sleep. Standing up to my full height, I start to take a couple deep breaths to calm my rapid heart rate.
Looking back down at Sakura, I shake my head. "Get a grip, Syaoran," I mutter to myself, before pulling the covers over Sakura. Guess I'll have to sleep on the couch tonight.
--- Sakura ---
God, why is my head in so much pain? And why do I have to struggle to open my eyes? Oooh I think I can see some stuff now…very blurry...and very unfamiliar…where am I? And what is that thing licking my face?! I roll over to my side, only to see the cutest Maltese standing next to me. Oh. So he's the one licking me.
Wait. I don't have a dog.
I blink. Oh MY GOD! This is NOT my room! Where am I?! The last thing I remember is having dinner with Takeru and drinking lots and lots of—
My eyes flies open. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no. Don't tell me that I've been—
My hands immediately touch my stomach, only to find that I'm still fully clothed. And…I don't feel any aching pains anywhere else, except for my head. And that's always a good sign right? (Not the hangover bit though).
Okay. So from my conclusions…I haven't lost my virginity last night. But…where AM I?
"Rolo, I told you not to come in here until Sakura's—oh. Hey. You're uh…awake."
I know that voice. Syaoran Li. And he's not…OH MY GOD, HE'S HALF NAKED! WHY IS HE NOT WEARING A SHIRT?!
I cover my ears and shut my eyes.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Well, what else would YOU have done if you just woke up in an unfamiliar place, with a hangover and no memory of what happened last night, only to find the co-worker you probably been harbouring a secret crush on standing there HALF NAKED?!
You probably would have screamed too, you know.
"Sakura!" I can hear him calling my name, and finally, he comes over, grabs my wrist, and pulls them away from my ears. Whatever. He may be able to take my hands away from my ears, but he can't make me open my eyes! I'm NOT going to look at him half naked! I'm NOT! Just because he has a really sexy and nice chest does NOT mean I'm going to—
Oh great. Now I think he has a sexy and nice chest. I am clearly not over being drunk.
"Open your eyes and look at me," he said, using that same voice oozing with authority; the same one he used when he was telling Hiroshi Kamiya not to bother me anymore that day. So what else can I do but open my eyes?
But as soon as I open my eyes, I regret it. He's looking at me with those amazing eyes of his. Oh gosh. I feel like I can just melt looking at his eyes…and I'm just speechless.
"Look," he said, with total control in his voice, "I know you're really shock and scared right now. But please trust me, I didn't…" he pauses with a slight blush, as if this speech is making him feel awkward, "…hurt you. And I'm not going to. But please, you have to know what happened last night. Okay?"
I slowly nod. I mean, I'm basically speechless now, so it's not like I can even find my voice to protest. Why does he have to look so good?!
Then he starts to talk. He tells me how Takeru purposefully tried to make me drunk.
Just so he can take me up to a hotel room.
And let Hiroshi Kamiya…oh God…I can feel the bile rise up to my throat at the disgusting idea. The tears totally start to pour out of my eyes. I mean, I know in the end I'm safe because Syaoran saved me. But still. I can't help but just sit there and cry like a big baby. Great. Twenty five years old and I'm blubbering like I'm ten years younger than my actual age.
Syaoran is pretty alarm at my tears. "No, don't cry. You're okay now. He didn't actually get a chance to…you know." He wipes a teardrop from my cheek. I wish he didn't do that, because now I'm blushing a zillion times harder.
Anyways, what happened next, I don't know how. All of a sudden, I just felt really overwhelmed by how Syaoran had saved me and how stupid I had been for not listening to him about cancelling my date with Takeru ,and how he had spent the whole night staking out just because he wanted to protect me and…
…well, the next thing I know…I had flung my arms around Syaoran, and started to cry in the crook of his neck.
He seems to be a bit startle, but then I can feel his strong arms wrapping themselves around me and he starts to whisper stuff like it's okay, and come on, you know I wasn't going to let you be in danger, and that guy is arrested now.
Finally, I pull myself together, and release him from the hug. Then I realize I had hugged him without his shirt on. Whoops. He didn't seem to mind much though.
"Listen, you're probably hungry. I'm going to make some breakfast. Do you want to take a shower?"
I nod. "But I don't have any change of clothes."
"I'll lend you something…" he goes over to his closet and rummages around and finally pulls out a big black T-shirt and a pair of boxers with…daisy prints?!?
"I'm NOT wearing your boxers! EWW!" I said on instinct.
"They're clean," he rolls his eyes. "I never wore them before. My cousin Meiling gave them to me last year as a joke birthday gift."
Oh. Well, that's different then. I take the clothes gratefully, giving him a big smile and saying thank you before heading to the washroom. This time, I swear, he did blush. Just when I just walk out the door, I'm also pretty sure I can hear him mutter quietly to himself,
"Shit, can't believe I forgot to put on a shirt! No wonder she screamed."
Well, between you and me, I'm sort of glad he forgot to put one on. Hehehe.
When I finish my shower, Syaoran is setting the table for breakfast. Ooh yummy, he made pancakes, toast, and eggs! Oh, and he put on a shirt. Damn.
"Hey, you must be starving. Sit down." He pulls out a chair for me but I continue to stand. During my shower, I start to remember a little bit of what happened last night. Not a lot, of course. Just a little. I remember having a dream where I was…well, where I was French kissing Syaoran. But it was just a dream right? I mean, it's not like I actually did French kiss him while I was drunk last night.
Except…what if I had?
Oh God. I have to know if I did it or not. I just HAVE to.
"Um, hey, Syaoran?"
"Yeah?"
"Did I do anything last night when I was drunk?"
He chokes on his juice. Oh great. Now I know I did French him.
"W-what do you mean?"
I mean like did I French kiss you, idiot. Only I can't say that. "I mean like…just…did I do anything…to…you…"
I have never blush so hard in my life. Ever.
I'm pretty sure he knows I'm embarrassed by this. Now he's looking at me with that stupid trademark smirk of his.
"Actually, you initiated a kiss with me," he smirks. "Of the French variety."
I KNEW IT!!! WHY?! I can't believe this. Now he'll know I have a crush on him for sure! Hey, maybe I can blame it on the alcohol. How am I going to say this? Let's see...
You know I'll never kiss you in a million years if I wasn't drunk!
I don't have a crush on you, in case you're wondering! I was just drunk!
Yeah right, you liar! Very funny! Hahaha!
"I'm sorry!"
Okay, that didn't turn out how I expected it to. But I can't control it…those are the first words I blurt out. Syaoran walks closer to me and leans in closer, his face inches from mines. I can feel one of his arms gently encircling me.
Wait. What is he—
"I'm not."
And then he kiss me. Right there. In the dining room. And yes, of the French variety.
Gently, I feel my eyes flutter themselves shut and my arms automatically envelop themselves around his neck. I can feel his hold on me tighten a little.
The first day after being saved, and I'm French kissing a guy. In the back of my mind, a little part of me is still trying to wrap itself around the idea. I mean, does this mean he likes me?
I feel his hand touch the bare skin of my stomach…going higher...
"Oh my God!"
We spring apart immediately. TOMOYO DAIDOUJI, YOU ARE SO DEAD FOR INTERRUPTING MY MAKE OUT SESSION! Did I ever walk in on you when you're making out with Eriol? No, I don't believe I have.
"Hey, we, uh, didn't hear you guys come in." Syaoran said casually as Eriol and Tomoyo stare back at us wide eyed. "Do you guys want some breakfast? I made extra. I'll go and uh…get the plates."
"Hope we didn't interrupt anything," Eriol grins.
Syaoran rolls his eyes sarcastically. "Interrupt? Nah. We were just making out. No worries, we do it all the time."
I feel like shooting him a glare for saying that, but I can't. I cannot look at either Tomoyo or Eriol in the eye because I'm blushing so hard. Okay Sakura. Just look at your feet. LOOK AT YOUR FEET!
Oh geez. This will be the most awkward breakfast. Ever.
Moonlight Diamond: HEY everyone! Thank you so much for reviewing! I read each and every one of them, and am truly touched.
From your reviews, I know some of you thought maybe Syaoran was jumping to conclusions out of jealousy. But nope, he wasn't. Not this time, anyways hahaha. Glad he decided to stalk, eh?
Anyways, next chapter, there is a high chance that we'll finally get to know who Syaoran's mysterious past love was! Or maybe I should say is because he just might still be in love with her! Well, she won't actually make an appearance in the chapter, but he'll talk about her. About who she is. About how he met her. About how he fell in love with her. About how he lost her. In DETAIL! [At least, it SHOULD be next chapter...I'm seventy percent sure, but I don't want to make any definite promises because I never know when the chapters will end until I actually write them. Sometimes they get too short, so I push the plot a bit forward, and sometimes they get too long and I push the plot back.]
I like to thank everyone for helping me reach the 60 reviews mark!! Yay, I'm so happy now!! I wasn't sure I was going to make the goal, it was reached! Thank you all of you wonderful readers!
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