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Getting Over You
by Totally Kawaii
a CardCaptor Sakura fic
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Amor animi arbitrio sumitur, non ponitur
- We choose to love, we do not choose to cease loving.
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Summary: Five years ago, Sakura left Syaoran brokenhearted. Now they meet again, heirs to rival agencies. He's engaged and supposedly in love and she isn't. They still haven't gotten over each other, no matter how much they fool themselves otherwise.
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Disclaimer: Why do I need to do this? No, I do not own CCS, because if I did, I would be making a hell lot more sequels and stuff.
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One big, giant THANK YOU for reading my fic. Please bear with me, since now that Midterms are over, then everything will be going more smoothly.
Please review, because any writer LOVES reviews – except for ones that say their stories suck, even if they honestly don't. This chapter's only a filler. Any ideas for the camp place are welcome, etc.
I dedicate this chapter to my amazing beta, NuttPea! Thanks for sticking with me through it all! You're the BEST!
Also SPECIAL "thank you"s to the darlings who reviewed my last chapter (Chapter "4", which is now Chapter "3"... I should really start getting chapter titles...). Lots of people read but don't actually review, which means I don't know what "they" want. It's a shame really... but hey. I am such a damn hypocrite, aren't I?? -sweatdrops-
Darkened Purity
-Iaabi'SabeL (as much as I don't want to... -le sigh-)
SacredBlade
-BLOSSOMZ-WITTLE WOLF-
Chibi angelle
Nicko-kun
Kecha
daisylou.
chirry
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Chapter Four:
Sakura dreamed fitfully. Wolves… wolves with deep amber eyes… Syaoran and I sitting under a tree, laughing… The promise ring Syaoran gave me…
"Yes! It is your fucking fault and I totally blame you!"
Sakura woke up at the earsplitting yell, recognizing Tomoyo's... unmistakable vocal chords. She was in a foldable bed inside a rather dingy, but nonetheless brightly colored, tent, cluttered with various mismatched furniture. She recognized some of their sturdy furnishings, but she had no idea who owned the foldable modern ones.
Sakura looked from over her bed to see Tomoyo arguing… er… having a heated discussion with someone. This alone was a familiar sight, but the navy-haired man in front of her surprised Sakura more than anything.
"Eriol-kun?" the name came out as a whisper.
"Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo exclaimed loudly, her voice carrying throughout the whole campsite. A brief glimpse of her tear-streaked face told Sakura exactly how much Tomoyo had been worried about her. "I thought I lost you. Eriol is so dead – he was the one who shot you. He is so going to get a living hell from me! Sakura I – "
Sakura put a finger on her lips. She barely understood her babble whenever she wasn't overly traumatized. "Tomoyo, it's okay. I've gotten worse injuries than a broken leg," she assured her before reclining. She barely had a few minutes of peace before…
"SAKURA!!!" came the unified cry of two very familiar voices… one of which Sakura had hoped never to hear again. Meiling and Nakuru were only a blur as they raced to see who could reach (and choke) Sakura first. Nakuru won, of course, and hugged Sakura until she turned blue.
"Hoe! Na…ku…cho…king," Sakura managed to squeeze out.
Nakuru hurriedly let go; Tomoyo was watching amusedly from the sidelines. Still very purple, Sakura gasped for breath as Rika, Takashi, with his arm around Chiharu, Naoko and Syaoran entered.
Out of nowhere came a rich, deep noise – the laugh of someone everyone thought never to laugh again. Syaoran was laughing after five years of 'acting' the heartless bastard. The expression on Sakura's face was so hilarious and, knowing from first-hand experience about Nakuru's hugs, he could sympathize. Meiling and Eriol glanced at each other and grinned.
Now that Sakura was back, Kasumi was blown out of the water.
"Oh my god. Syaoran?" Sakura asked hesitantly. Her dreams were true then… even if they were a little jumbled up. Syaoran was still laughing but now he straightened up, a true smile still on his face.
"Ohayo, Sakura-chan," Syaoran replied.
Outside the tent – but still within earshot – Kasumi stiffened. Her fiancée never called anyone '-chan'.
"Why… why is everyone here?" demanded Sakura, hesitantly. Injured or not, she still was the leader of Alpha and would be treated as such.
"Well, we won't say anything about us, since we don't trust you yet. We don't expect you to say anything about yourselves, but for now… we're in a temporary truce, I suppose," contributed Meiling with a growing smile.
"That's fair, I guess," approved Syaoran with a shrug.
"And just who fucking shot me?" snarled Sakura, out of nowhere, green pools of molten fire flaming in her eyes. Everyone's gaze turned to Eriol, making it pretty obvious who it was.
"… ano…, Sakura-chan… we're friends, ne?" whimpered Eriol, as he shrank chibi-style under her penetrating glare.
"Coward," sneered Syaoran, enjoying every second of his cousin's torture.
When Sakura's heated glower turned to him, he gave a little girlish 'eep' before diving behind Meiling's back. The rest of the group laughed good-naturedly at the expense of those two.
What was going on here? Kasumi, straightening her features slathered with too much make-up, swept through the door.
"Is anyone going to introduce me?" Kasumi asked imperiously.
"Sakura, ano, this is Kasumi, my sister and Syaoran's – " Meiling said hesitantly.
"I'm his fiancée," she interrupted proudly. She tossed her hair and glanced at the people that weren't in Wolves. "And who are you?"
Syaoran looked to the ground and to Sakura, out of the corner of his eye. He was waiting to see her reaction.
"That's great! I'm Sakura Kinomoto," Sakura enthused, a smile masking the stab of unfamiliar feelings ripping through her heart.
At those words, Syaoran felt – what? – disappointment that his ex-girlfriend, the one whom he realized he truly loved (not Kasumi), encouraged the marriage? Did that mean she was over him? Did she have someone else in her life? He didn't think he would be able to take it, if so.
"Ooh, introductions!" Nakuru smiled evilly. Everyone sweatdropped in alarm. Nakuru was unbelievably nosy; she knew secrets through ways that normal people could only hope to know. And she could spurt secrets in the worst circumstances. With three and a half cups of coffee burning in her veins, this was the worst circumstance possible.
"These are all Syaoran, Eriol, Meiling and Takashi's classmates. That's Rika – " she started pointing at all of them in turn, " – she had a crush on Terada-sensei, our old teacher. That's Chiharu who Takashi likes." Chiharu looked sharply at Takashi, who turned away, embarrassed.
"That's Naoko, who, well, I can't really think of anything embarrassing for her." Naoko thanked all the gods for saving her from utter humiliation.
"That's Tomoyo, who Eriol likes." Tomoyo glanced at Eriol, who was staring at her intently, and blushed.
"And that's Sakura-chan, who was Syaoran's ex-girlfriend. She was supposed to be his fi – "
Nakuru never got to finish, however, because Syaoran, with his deadly reflexes, lunged and clapped his hand over Nakuru's fat mouth. Nakuru's voice instantly became muffled and Syaoran breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, he realized what Eriol's clueless older sister had been about to say and he blushed red. This time, not even the indifferent Takashi could miss the deep cherry hue.
Syaoran never blushes! Kasumi thought furiously, though on the outside she remained sickly sweet – like too much maple syrup. This girl must be someone… different to him. Fi - ? Fiancée? It couldn't be…? "His what?" she inquired venomously.
Nakuru happily bit onto Syaoran's hand, making him yelp at the suddenness and pull his hand away. In that brief instant, Nakuru managed to blurt out, "Fiancée!" before anyone else could stop her.
"But we're not together anymore," Sakura uttered hurriedly, sincerely worried that Kasumi might feel hurt. Syaoran looked at her in surprise before agreeing dully. Kasumi didn't miss Syaoran's disappointment, even if Sakura did; she just left.
Syaoran stared at Sakura for an instant then also fled the scene.
Sakura was confused. Was that hurt she had seen in those maddeningly deep amber pools? Did he want her back? But he had a fiancée! She couldn't just barge in and replace her with a snap of her fingers, no matter how much she or Syaoran wanted it. It was simply impossible.
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"What the hell do you mean I can't fucking get going?" Sakura's scream rang throughout the campsite as it woke up the few lazybones who dared sleep in. "I… I-"
Catching Tomoyo's darkened expression, she refrained from revealing more information than necessary, and stopped herself from saying, I need to get back to the mission. Instead, she continued bleakly, "I need to get the hell out of here."
His soon-to-be girlfriend and her best friend would tell them what Sakura almost slipped out in time. But in the meanwhile, Eriol trusted them. Sakura would remain camp-bound until she healed (I have no idea how long legs take to heal, but let's just say a month, okay?), so those who wanted to stay with her – which was everyone – wouldn't be able to leave the island until then.
"Patience, Sakura," Eriol said. The usual Cheshire smile crept back on his face again, replacing the pensive expression that came with his thoughts.
"PATIENCE?!" Sakura screamed. "YOU'RE THE DAMN BASTARD WHO DID THIS TO ME IN THE FIRST PLACE AND YOU SAY PATIENCE?! Nevertheless, I'm going to have to stay a little longer, so please get me a pillow." Eriol sweatdropped at her sudden outburst and abrupt mood swings.Whoa… talk about PMS…
"YOU HEARD SAKURA-CHAN! GET HER A DAMN PILLOW!" Tomoyo yelled, replacing Sakura in their job of making sure there was no (blissful) silence.
Eriol scurried out of the tent, but stopped when he saw Syaoran casually leaning on the tent. "They got you whipped good, huh?" Eriol shot him the Li glare he had been perfecting ever since he joined Wolves, and went to fetch Sakura another pillow.
Syaoran glanced at the open tent flap but shrugged off the idea of visiting Sakura. Not yet, at least. No – Syaoran Li was not running away. He was merely… absent… temporarily, of course. He needed to sort out these confusing feelings.
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Ohayo!
What? Who the hell is there?
I'm your conscience-slash-psychiatrist, baka! What else did you think?
Well excuse me. I thought it was Eriol playing these dumb-ass tricks on me again.
Well, your tiny brain sent me to help you straighten out your feelings before you act like a gaki again. So let's start… do you or do you not have feelings for Sakura?
Well… I think so but – hey! Wait a minute! My brain's not tiny!
… No comment. Moving on… so you have feelings for her. What's holding you back from saying those to her?
I don't want to be rejected. I also think that she thinks she's betraying Kasumi, who I already proposed to. She's so considerate of others… that's why I love her. She's gorgeous… and nice… and understanding… did I mention gorgeous? … and…
Shut up! I may be you… or your psychiatrist, preferably, because I amdefinitely not a bastard… I can only stand your ramblings for so long…
What was I talking about again?
Before you went off into la-la-la-land, you were saying that you didn't want to be rejected and you think she'll think she betrayed Kasumi.
Oh yeah. And things are awkward because she might not like me any more. Why was she so accepting of my engagement to Kasumi? Shouldn't she be a little more upset?
You know Sakura… she's always supportive.
I guess so… but I also feel so confused. Was this thing – you know, them appearing out of nowhere and having guns and motorcycles – the reason she rejected me? Or was it me?
Idiot… you already heard her say she loved you. When you proposed, remember?
Hey! Were you there when I proposed?
BAKA! I'm you remember? Well, at least your conscience, because if I was you, I would have never let Sakura go in the first place.
-sigh- Sakura… do you think she has long conversations with consciences that insult her, too?
Actually…
Maybe not…
Hello??
…she's too perfect…
Ano… anyone there? … Syaoran?
…too sweet…
Syaoran???
…too nice…
Oh, God… he's totally head over heels for her.
…too innocent…
SYAO-CHAN!!!
…too naïve… hey! Never fucking call me Syao-chan again… ever.
Well, you were kinda almost at the point of no return. Anyways, I think you should talk to her. See her views before you cancel your engagement or whatever. You don't want to go off the deep end and do anything drastic.
You really think so? If you're not 100 positive, I was thinking of killing Kasumi in the middle of the night and blaming it on a heart attack. Then Sakura will be all mine and I will beat up any guy who looks at her. Muahahahahaha… -coughs, chokes-
O-o-okay, I think you have gone off the deep end. YES, just ask her. At least then you'll get some peace of mind. And I really want you two to come together… without breaking any laws. You obviously love her and – man has she grown hot!
Touch my Sakura and you're dead – even if you are me!
Touchy… touchy… nice talking with you. It wasn't so nice the last time when Sheifa caught you playing with her Barbies and asked you if you were gay.
Crap! Don't remind me! I am so being more social after this. It's not healthy talking to myself…
Whatever…
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Okay, the last bit was totally cliché, but I just felt like writing that because, aside from you people having to know the confusion and doubts Syaoran had, I also felt like writing a stupid conscience for the baka. I know – he's stupid and everything but it was REALLY fun writing him up.
Next chapter, we have… drum roll please.
-drum roll-
…Syaoran facing camp problems! Any ideas are welcome, since, frankly, I have no idea what to put in! That chapter's gonna be a filler, too. Please review because it MAKES ME HAPPY… and hyper. Fluffy says I'm already WAY too hyper but don't listen to Fluffy. Nobody listens to Fluffy. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA –Fluffy whacks Kawaii over head- Owwww :P
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